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Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

I'll write up a post tomorrow then, since I'm about to head to sleep now.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

@Derg2 Hey, would you be alright if I made a post to move us forward from trying to recruit to signing up for the mission?

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

Kian Shawn

Name: Kian Everett Shawn

Hero name: N/A

Age: 14

Nationality: Canadian

Rank: 47

Appearance: Kian is currently 155 centimetres tall and eagerly awaits his next growth spurt. He's slim and pale, despite daily jogs outside. His ears are triangle shaped and protruding, giving space for his horns to rest right behind them. His eyes and horns are of similar colours; dark to light blue. Kye has naturally messy, ash blonde hair. The boy is also fairly delicate, possessing slightly feminine features. Kian often slouches and hides behind his bangs, nervousness apparent.
Costume: Simple protective clothing, featuring light blue, dark blue, black, and white. It's made from quality material, light, and highly resistant to damage. There is an additional layer of protective padding surrounding his neck and shoulders which relieves muscle strain and prevents his neck from getting broken.

Looks something like this...

Personality: Cautious but easily influenced. Witty but non-confrontational. Practical, though can be too (self-)critical. Shy, but enjoys company. A thinker and a planner, whose lacklustre physical capabilities often impede his success. Dislikes attention, but craves recognition. Prone to daydreaming or falling to anxiousness, yet determined to try and not waste his own time. Wary of pain, but resigned to effort. A bit of a people pleaser who craves understanding and deep, genuine friendship on the one hand and admires fierce independence as a golden standard on the other.

Quirk: Threaded Horns
Type: Mutant
Effect: Kian has a pair of segmented keratin horns attached to his head, which he can partially detach from his head, extend them up to a meter and freely manipulate them via a thin (7mm) interwoven fibrous core. These horns basically work like two additional whip-like limbs, which he has full control over. The base of his horns always remains attached to his head, as this is the part which stores a coil of fibre and enables the extension and retraction (or "reeling-in") of the rest of his horn. The detachable part of each horn is composed of seven segments, and these segments can be arranged in several ways: they can all be clustered together together at the end of the fibrous core (like a hooked rope or a fishing line), they can separate from each other while still remaining connected to the string-like core (similar to Bloodborne's threaded cane in its whip form, though obviously less effective), or some of the bottom segments can remain attached to the base while the rest are extended via the cord. The segmented horn pieces cannot be safely removed from the fibrous core; they're stuck to it, and tearing them off hurts.

The largest weakness of the horns is that using them (extending or retracting them, swinging them around etc.) strains the user just as much if not more than using regular limbs for strenuous activities would. They can be used to carry and manipulate small objects, but even with both horns and their respective cores together, trying to affect anything above 10 kilograms would begin to put a strain on Kian (especially his neck is vulnerable). The threaded core of the horns is fairly tough, but sensitive - he can feel touch (incl. proprioception), temperature, and pain through them, which while good for controlling, also means that straining at best results in a physical ache. At worst, the fibrous core gets torn, either because Kian was too reckless in their use, or because an enemy applied enough force to do so. Severing the core or ripping off the extendable part of his horns is enough to knock him unconscious due to the pain it causes him. Both the fibrous core and the keratin exterior of the horn can regenerate within a few hours; faster if Kian consumes plenty of food. In general, he needs to eat at least seven generous meals per day to keep his horns healthy.

History: Kian's parents both had quirks that while very useful in day-to-day life, couldn't be claimed to be hero-material. Even as a young child, Kye had a quiet watchful nature. He compared himself to his parents, because he'd been born with a pair of small horns, which seemed very unlike his father's lizard-like tail or his mother's extendable hair. At four, his horns grew a bit, and in his excitement, Kian stuck them into the wall. When he stepped back, the top of his horn was stuck in the wall, attached to the base by a strange twisty string. Pulling on the string with his hand was very uncomfortable. When he thought fiercely about getting his horns out of the wall, there was a soft whirring within the base of his horns, and the string part brought the stuck horn segments with it, knocking Kian on his bottom when they finally reattached. Like all other kids, he enjoyed playing around with his Quirk. Unfortunately, children are careless creatures, and his playmates often pulled on his horns. Once, some mean bully cut the corded core when Kye's horns were extended, and he passed out. That was when Kian decided he would be very careful how and when he used his Quirk.

Since then, he usually practiced on his own, and did his very best to deflect peer pressure and queries whether he wanted to be a hero - which pretty much everyone did, regardless of their Quirk. Kian secretly admired those confident, boisterous children, but couldn't bring himself to emulate them. Instead, he explored the extents and limits of his Quirk on his lonesome. His progress was somewhat hindered by the growth of his horns; each new segment meant he had to adjust to their weight. The period where his head involuntarily tilted forward because of them was very embarrassing, but Kye eventually overcame it. Extending his horns via their fibrous cores was a daily practice, and he did so often with his eyes closed to attune to the faint sensations the touch-sensitive cord provided. He was too afraid of being mocked or of having too great expectations placed on him to announce to want to be a Hero, and he almost didn't sign up for any of the hero-training academies, but then...Then All-Might stirred his faint hope just enough that Kian thought he might as well give this hero business a try too. His parents were worried at his newly expressed interest, but ultimately supported his decision. He managed to get into New Heights Academy, but that was only the beginning...

Exam Report: This individual showed a capability for strategical searching of an unknown environment, however, his average speed set him at a disadvantage in collecting ribbons; he managed to catch only the one. When encountered by a robotic combatant by his lonesome, the student showed some inspired thinking, tripping the robot and impaling it. However, the strain of doing so seemed too much for him; he was knocked out for the remainder of the competition.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Eldra, Shalador

Jandar blinked at the sudden appearance of Mikhail. He had no idea when and how the Prince had made his way into the bookshop. The Warlord shook off his confusion, non-verbally refuting Mikhail’s words with a shake of his head. “There is already evidence that he is not an enemy. Not conclusive, I’ll give you that, but as you said, he could have killed both of us very easily. Moreover, he believed to have a very good reason for doing so,” the Warlord explained.

“He thought we may be a danger to the townspeople – and that he was concerned for them is already a good sign. He definitely has a lethal grudge against Queens in general, and with how it was most likely one of them who put that Band of Compliance on him, that’s understandable. I also baited him,” at this last admission, Jandar smiled wryly. “Yet, he did not kill us, simply let us go.” The Warlord shrugged, feeling a bit helpless. He’d wanted to remove that collar from SaDiablo, but it wasn’t like they were the Warlord Prince’s allies yet.

“Take that how you will,” Jandar sighed, rolling his shoulders carefully. “We need to get out of here now, fast. The main problem is how – shall we casually stroll out the way we came in?” he questioned, letting the others time to consider the possibility. “If not, the Prince and I can cast sight shields over all of us and we attempt to sneak out…However, if the ladies are unused to walking quietly and such, that would be moot,” he said, looking at Fatima with a raised brow. He didn’t know about the Pruulish witch, but he was somewhat doubtful the Queen had such a skill in her possession. And, speaking of the other witch… “I hope Ranina is alright,” he murmured, still using Dareen’s fake name. “I’m going to check on her,” he announced, somewhat unnecessarily.

Jandar walked out, his gait stiff and slow, and immediately sighted Dareen, who was donning a fairly good showing of a noble in a royal huff. However, the Warlord thought the upset was real; the witch was tense, her face lined with perspiration, the bottom of her dressed ruined with mud. Jandar stepped to her, closing in, and laying soothing hands on her shoulders. Though he’d meant to only gently take a hold of her, his body sagged against this new support, and the Warlord growled softly under his breath, lips thinning at the damned injuries still weakening him. “Apologies, dear,” he huffed, taking care to look around and observe the surroundings.

A moment of two passed, as Jandar simply breathed through his pain, then he straightened, shifting his hands from Dareen’s shoulders to the palms of her hands. “What happened? Did the black jeweled man do something?” he asked her quietly. “We’ll need to leave…my cousin’s appearance is compromised,” he added in a murmur after a moment, hoping the witch would understand his meaning.

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

@TruthHurts22 You got the right of it, it's pretty much a glorified turtle-neck :D

Also, will move him to the character tab soonish - unless you feel like having both the 0th and 1st posts in there for your own purposes?

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

Kian Shawn

Name: Kian Everett Shawn

Hero name: N/A

Age: 14

Nationality: Canadian

Rank: 47

Appearance: Kian is currently 155 centimetres tall and eagerly awaits his next growth spurt. He's slim and pale, despite daily jogs outside. His ears are triangle shaped and protruding, giving space for his horns to rest right behind them. His eyes and horns are of similar colours; dark to light blue. Kye has naturally messy, ash blonde hair. The boy is also fairly delicate, possessing slightly feminine features. Kian often slouches and hides behind his bangs, nervousness apparent.
Costume: Simple protective clothing, featuring light blue, dark blue, black, and white. It's made from quality material, light, and highly resistant to damage. There is an additional layer of protective padding surrounding his neck and shoulders which relieves muscle strain and prevents his neck from getting broken.

Looks something like this...

Personality: Cautious but easily influenced. Witty but non-confrontational. Practical, though can be too (self-)critical. Shy, but enjoys company. A thinker and a planner, whose lacklustre physical capabilities often impede his success. Dislikes attention, but craves recognition. Prone to daydreaming or falling to anxiousness, yet determined to try and not waste his own time. Wary of pain, but resigned to effort. A bit of a people pleaser who craves understanding and deep, genuine friendship on the one hand and admires fierce independence as a golden standard on the other.

Quirk: Threaded Horns
Type: Mutant
Effect: Kian has a pair of segmented keratin horns attached to his head, which he can partially detach from his head, extend them up to a meter and freely manipulate them via a thin (7mm) interwoven fibrous core. These horns basically work like two additional whip-like limbs, which he has full control over. The base of his horns always remains attached to his head, as this is the part which stores a coil of fibre and enables the extension and retraction (or "reeling-in") of the rest of his horn. The detachable part of each horn is composed of seven segments, and these segments can be arranged in several ways: they can all be clustered together together at the end of the fibrous core (like a hooked rope or a fishing line), they can separate from each other while still remaining connected to the string-like core (similar to Bloodborne's threaded cane in its whip form, though obviously less effective), or some of the bottom segments can remain attached to the base while the rest are extended via the cord. The segmented horn pieces cannot be safely removed from the fibrous core; they're stuck to it, and tearing them off hurts.

The largest weakness of the horns is that using them (extending or retracting them, swinging them around etc.) strains the user just as much if not more than using regular limbs for strenuous activities would. They can be used to carry and manipulate small objects, but even with both horns and their respective cores together, trying to affect anything above 10 kilograms would begin to put a strain on Kian (especially his neck is vulnerable). The threaded core of the horns is fairly tough, but sensitive - he can feel touch (incl. proprioception), temperature, and pain through them, which while good for controlling, also means that straining at best results in a physical ache. At worst, the fibrous core gets torn, either because Kian was too reckless in their use, or because an enemy applied enough force to do so. Severing the core or ripping off the extendable part of his horns is enough to knock him unconscious due to the pain it causes him. Both the fibrous core and the keratin exterior of the horn can regenerate within a few hours; faster if Kian consumes plenty of food. In general, he needs to eat at least seven generous meals per day to keep his horns healthy.

History: Kian's parents both had quirks that while very useful in day-to-day life, couldn't be claimed to be hero-material. Even as a young child, Kye had a quiet watchful nature. He compared himself to his parents, because he'd been born with a pair of small horns, which seemed very unlike his father's lizard-like tail or his mother's extendable hair. At four, his horns grew a bit, and in his excitement, Kian stuck them into the wall. When he stepped back, the top of his horn was stuck in the wall, attached to the base by a strange twisty string. Pulling on the string with his hand was very uncomfortable. When he thought fiercely about getting his horns out of the wall, there was a soft whirring within the base of his horns, and the string part brought the stuck horn segments with it, knocking Kian on his bottom when they finally reattached. Like all other kids, he enjoyed playing around with his Quirk. Unfortunately, children are careless creatures, and his playmates often pulled on his horns. Once, some mean bully cut the corded core when Kye's horns were extended, and he passed out. That was when Kian decided he would be very careful how and when he used his Quirk.

Since then, he usually practiced on his own, and did his very best to deflect peer pressure and queries whether he wanted to be a hero - which pretty much everyone did, regardless of their Quirk. Kian secretly admired those confident, boisterous children, but couldn't bring himself to emulate them. Instead, he explored the extents and limits of his Quirk on his lonesome. His progress was somewhat hindered by the growth of his horns; each new segment meant he had to adjust to their weight. The period where his head involuntarily tilted forward because of them was very embarrassing, but Kye eventually overcame it. Extending his horns via their fibrous cores was a daily practice, and he did so often with his eyes closed to attune to the faint sensations the touch-sensitive cord provided. He was too afraid of being mocked or of having too great expectations placed on him to announce to want to be a Hero, and he almost didn't sign up for any of the hero-training academies, but then...Then All-Might stirred his faint hope just enough that Kian thought he might as well give this hero business a try too. His parents were worried at his newly expressed interest, but ultimately supported his decision. He managed to get into New Heights Academy, but that was only the beginning...

Exam Report: This individual showed a capability for strategical searching of an unknown environment, however, his average speed set him at a disadvantage in collecting ribbons; he managed to catch only the one. When encountered by a robotic combatant by his lonesome, the student showed some inspired thinking, tripping the robot and impaling it. However, the strain of doing so seemed too much for him; he was knocked out for the remainder of the competition.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Ifrari watched in bemusement as the Hundi, who was either incredibly dramatic or just youthfully mercurial, straightened up to his full, considerable height. This boy didn’t have a subtle bone in his body; his over-excitement was outright conspicuous, even to those who didn’t particularly want to take note of the youth. The dark elf couldn’t help but wonder how much work it would take to restrain or redirect Rex’s boundless energy. At least the Hundi lad seemed more than willing to be instructed and listen to his fellow adventurers, which was more than Ifrari could say for some of the others.

“Alright, alright, no need to shout,” he chuckled in reply to Rex’s bellow, raising a placating hand. “Effort is a good first step,” he affirmed the other’s willingness, nodding.

The adolescent then professed he’d never been the one to choose a mission, which was very odd – had he been roped in by random parties for all his previous jobs? Rex even went so far as to proudly claim how he’d been used as a pack mule by others. Had the hapless boy been exploited for grunt work up till now? Surely, he had to have some fighting prowess. “You will not carry anyone’s things but your own this time,” Ifrari stressed, tone serious. “You’re a Sword, Rex, so I need you to be on the front lines, so to speak, alright?”

Waiting but a moment, he soon added: “Once we find the ones responsible, we’ll need to exterminate them, and they won’t just take it lying down. If there’s going to be a battle, you’ll need to be in the thick of it.” Ifrari was stating the obvious, but if Rex had misguided expectations, they needed correcting.

After that was cleared up, Ifrari addressed the purple-haired female Sword. “Alright, Sophie. If you end up picking Haesting, we’ll just coordinate later. And if it’s the orc-slaying, Nehir has joined some people over there,” the dark elf pointed to where the Nem had headed previously. Ifrari smiled impishly, taking a moment to observe if Sophie would choose to head where he’d pointed or not. The dark elf found it important to discuss the mission details and potential strategies before heading to the job location, but not all adventurers chose to do so – which, in his opinion, typically made things vexingly chaotic later.

Shrugging, he focused his attention back on Rex. “Since the lady isn’t too interested in being apologized beyond your previous…actions,” by the amusement in his tone, it was clear the over-done kneeling apology had made quite the impression on Ifrari, “there’s no need to worry about knocking into her any longer, Rex,” he reassured, chuckling lightly. Mostly, the dark elf wished to proceed to job-related matters rather than linger on the minor incident the self-confessed clumsy Hundi had caused.

“In any case, we should find which other adventurers might be considering the Haesting mission.” Ifrari looked at Rex, cocking his head to the side as he examined the youth. “Might as well make use of your height and volume,” he muttered, half to himself.

“Rex, would you be kind enough to take one of the Haesting job listings, wave it around, and ask if anyone else is interested in joining us? You can be a bit loud, but not to the point of risking anyone’s eardrums. Also, take care not to knock into anyone again,” Ifrari smirked up at Rex, blinking innocently. However, he did carefully step a few small steps away, and very casually wrapped the shawl tighter around his ears several times, gazing at the Hundi boy with raised brows and a slightly mischievous smile. Well, let’s hope this doesn’t backfire and send all decent adventurers running far, far away from us…

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Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Ifrari observed the large Hundi prostrate himself to the short human warrior pensively, a small smile of confused delight playing about his lips. He hadn’t expected the youth to apologize so profusely, he confessed, but there was almost an innocent childish charm to his actions. If he were so eager to please all the time, taking him into a party might not at all be a hardship. “Well, if you’re half as keen to do a good job as you are about apologizing, I sure wouldn’t mind partying up, Rex,” the dark elf declared, thinking a good word or two might do the Hundi some good after the thorough verbal lashing he’d received. That, and it might make the adolescent more willing to listen to and enact Ifrari’s directions.

“The Haesting mission does seem intriguing,” he allowed in response to Nehir’s suggestion, “though it’s also the one I’m most wary about.” The way he’d said it however, it was obvious Ifrari was not entirely against a challenge. The Nem soon left, apparently already on the way to form a party of his own. Ifrari noted he’d taken one of the listings for the orc-slaying job, which was the only one the dark elf was not considering this time. It was a simple, direct mission, but one that involved combat more-so than anything else, which didn’t suit him well.

Glancing back at the job boarding casually, not that he truly needed to, Ifrari regarded the four jobs. “Hm-m, well, it’s escorting, artifact recovering, or investigating the disappearances for me,” he announced, pointedly turning his head back to the Hundi and raising an eyebrow. “What do you feel like, Rex?” he coaxed the young male. Peripherally, he noted parties were already forming. And though it seemed like asking for a disaster at first glance, he may as well try getting the fiery purple-eyed warrior on board.

“Hey, Sophie,” he began, rather slyly, “why not let Rex make it up to you by proving himself on a mission?” Ifrari asked, making it sound as much as a good idea as he could, though he privately doubted she’d agree. “I’ll even promise to teach him to be more careful,” he added, tone cajoling. In fact, attempting to mold the Hundi into a reliable adventurer seemed to Ifrari like it may bring him some long-term benefits, if he were successful.

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Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

Alternatively, decide based on which mission would interest you or your character the most.

Dungeon Clearer! The Wonderful World of an Adventurer

It was a lovely summer day – at least visually. Unfortunately, his delicate cave-dweller skin was rather sensitive to the stifling heat of the sun’s burning rays. Of course, Ifrari had it nowhere near as bad as a Nem, and he still held the faint hope that careful daily exposure would help him adapt, eventually. Regardless of the minor inconvenience that was the discomfort due to the weather conditions, the wide, open expanses of sky always brought a smile to his face. He was nowhere near getting tired of the impressive degrees of variety it offered. The sheer marvel this one wonder of nature inspired in him was difficult – if not impossible – to rival. One of his favourite activities was finding a shade to lie withing and simply observe the ever-shifting skies.

Though the dark elf oft let his gaze wander upwards, he easily maneuvered around the crowd with grace. Not being encumbered with the gear he’d take only on missions certainly help; Ifrari wore a light-to-dark blue gown which rippled around him as smoothly and subtly as water might, though it was decidedly not transparent. He had a rust coloured shawl draped loosely around his shoulder, neck, and head, serving as an additional protection. While not weapon-less, the concealed knife and dagger were the most he was willing to have on him constantly.

His destination, of course, was the guild hall. New assignments were just getting posted, so it was understandably a busy environment. Ifrari entered the building with an easy grin, nodding to several acquaintances. He took pride in memorizing the names and faces of several adventurers, especially those that were a common sight in the hall. He weaved through the crowd, hardly ever bumping into anyone, though brushing against an arm or hip couldn’t be eliminated in a building practically brimming with life.

Ifrari observed with minute amusement as a Nem berated a rambunctious Hundi at the job board. Nehir and Rex – two individuals that were easy enough to identify, if for wildly different reasons. The dark elf approached the job board where the new documents were being posted, taking care not to knock into anyone too harshly – or at all, if possible. He’d heard the last bit of what the Nem had uttered to the Hundi, and angled his body downwards to address the former. “Maybe you should issue him an assignment he could actually learn something novel from, like patience and caution,” Ifrari mused loudly. It was not so much a serious suggestion as it was a light bout of banter. He straightened, raising his head to look up at the taller (and also younger) Hundi male who was still a few steps away, where he'd collided with a female warrior. “Say, how would you feel about an escort mission?” he questioned, his tone only very lightly teasing.

Peripherally, he noticed that several new jobs were already pinned up for inspection, and let himself be distracted. “Hmm…Oh? Not too bad,” he muttered, mostly to himself, though those in vicinity could still hear the audible signs of his contemplation as he inspected each rank-appropriate mission carefully.

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