Started playing Salem in F/GO. It's gotten to the point where the youtube ads are hyping me up for the timegate to be lifted.
Bio
Back from a spell with all my witty charm to take advantage of the quiet nights of a graveyard shift, one that goes from 20:30 [EST] to 8:30.
DMs are open for whatever. Discord handle will be given as needed, more often than not to make it easier to contact (or be contacted by) folks in ongoing RPs.
Build: Her arms are usually in a human shape, although her fingers lack nails and digital prints. Her build is also not as voluptuous as in the picture, instead being one more fitting for a girl in her teenage years. The flower on her head varies but it's always a fragrant one, easily giving out her presence to the bystanders.
Description: On a twist of fate that made more than a few persons turn their heads and resulted in the hollering laughter of a particularly lively uncle the moment the news arrived, Haruka was born into a family of fishermen. Perhaps because of this contrast between her nature and her family's business practice, Haruka was always groomed and cherised by her parents and numerous cousins, being particularly close to her mother and aunts due to being the most stereotypically feminine one between the more hardened and strong-willed women of that generation of her family.
Well-mannered and easy-going, Haruka found herself quickly rising in popularity in school amidst both the boys and girls, attention that she easily grew accostumed to. In academic matters she rarely had any issues, not being particularly smart but progressing through sheer dilligence. As the years passed by and she grew older and more mature, people could see how she was becoming more and more of a perfect housewife: the old women of her family were all too eager to teach her the skills and tricks they've learned from their married lives. However, this wasn't all that had changed.
Due to the positive attention and support she had received throught her life, Haruka had slowly grown to become vain and superficial. It wasn't enough of an issue to overshadow her prim and proper behavior, but people generally agree that there's an undeniable smugness behind her smile as of late. Not only that, but her recent failure at the UA entrance exam, a place where she wanted to enter due to its prestigious nature and get the chance to meet one of her idols, gave way to the ocassional display of a sharp wit and venomous tongue that had been previously kept at bay.
After the failed exam, which she behemently avoids talking about, Haruka got a part-time job as a waitress at the coffeehouse near the Courtyards. However, the moment she got word that Jigokuraku Academy had come to be, she wasted no time. This was a new opportunity, and she was going to take it.
Quirk: Sentient Plantlife || Mutant Type Quirk Despite what the name would imply, Haruka's not a plant that became able to think, but rather a human with numerous plant-like aspects. From the versatile ability of turning her limbs into several vines to the hindrance of depending on the seasons to be useful, Haruka's aware of only a few of the multitude of capabilities of her own quirk.
Misc: Likes:
Spring
Sunny or rainy days
Infusions
Bees
Fish dinner
Electronic music
Dislikes:
Autumn
Cloudy days
Coffee
Caterpillars and other pests
Parasites
UA and Shiketsu
Trivia:
She always keeps a spray bottle filled with fresh water at hand, which she regularly applies to her face and hair.
The flower on her head is part of her, and she changes it every couple of weeks.
Due to the previous point it's not uncommon to see bees flying near her when outside.
She's rather good at brewing tea, growing the leaves needed herself.
Darkness. A cold darkness embraced his body, inside of which he felt himself falling. So this was what happened when one was dead, huh? An endless fall within an all-encompassing darkness was his new home after that accident. Funny how it works, despite being dead he could still feel his body. He had to be dead, though, since he knows for a fact that he died. He remembers the bus and the crash, although he couldn't really dwell in the details of the event. Before he could delve deeper into the philosophical aspects of the afterlife and what it could mean for him, a whisper began to echo inside of his mind.
βAll in one piece. All at the right location. All according to plan. My heroes, adjust yourselves to your new bodies and head south. The Glade is only safe for so long, so donβt you dare slack off.β
New bodies? What could this voice possibly mean? Uriel went to open his mouth and murmur a question to this mysterious interlocutor, but something went wrong. From his lips came not words, but something else entirely. A thing that he felt began to move upwards as it escaped his throat. He thought that it could perhaps his soul escaping his body until a very faint series of pops came muffled from above, only audible due to the minimal echo. Then he realized just how awfully wet the afterlife felt.
Triggered by this realization, Uriel's mind became fully aware of his body and he began to frantically look around, holding whichever air was inside of him. The moment he saw the weak remmants of daylight pouring in from above, his insticts kicked in and he began swimming upwards, mustering a strength and flexibility he never knew he had. He wasn't sure what he had on him, but it was becoming annoyingly cumbersome on his arms as he began his ascents. What a way the goddess gave him to get used to this new body.
Eventually, Uriel reached the surface of the water and gasped for air the moment his head was out, the splatters he made echoing around him. He felt like his voice was a bit odd, but he rationalized that it was because of the place where he was in and because of the lack of air. In all honesty, he couldn't see jackshit except a little bit of sky at the far top. Moving to the side, he reached out and felt smooth, wet stone pressing against his hand. A quick check revealed to him that he wouldn't be able to climb out.
"Guess I'm stuck 'til someone comes for me, huh?" Uriel commented to himself. Then he frowned: his voice was actually different. It was a couple of octaves higher, and it was definitely much more effeminate than his usual tough guy chords. Then he fully processed what the Goddess had said to him, and his eyes slowly widened as the movement of his legs as he kept himself afloat revealed something dreadful between his thighs. Or, rather, the lack of something.
In the center of the small and peacefull village of Tici was a well. It was from within it that the villages gathered the water needed for the tasks and needs of their everyday life. It was also from within it that the screams of a woman emerged, bringing words like "WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS SHIT!?" to the ears of unsuspecting bystanders.
Background: One would be forgiven for thinking that Kurtzpel University would only house the best of the best in there. That only greatest of them all would pass the exams, and that within its walls there would only be young men and women only interested in honoring the good name of the institution. After all, its reputation precedes it and only the most capable are welcome to this educational VIP club. However, even within the pinnacle of academic social hierarchy one can find that it has its own brand of delincuents lurking about, the kind of students that gave a reason of being to the behavioral rules and the disciplinary committees.
Enter Uriel Bertolini: the heir of a prestigious italian insurance company renowned for how reliable it is. Such a reputation was earned through hard work: subterfuge, bribes, blackmailing and the ocassional sabotage operation were the methods very few dared to report to the public as they'd soon be staring at either an airplane ticket to settle in a third world warzone due to a sudden need of personnel that part of the globe or other elaborate ways of offering a noose to hang oneself. Not only that, but there were urban legends that envoys of the company approached new businesses just opening up near their offices and casually commented on how flammable it all appeared to be before offering up a business card.
Uriel's position as the son of the founder gave him quite a bit of clout where he lived, and he got accostumed on getting what he wanted through the use of his name, threats and, when it wasn't enough, beating down those who wronged him alongside the thugs that served as his bodyguards. However that all changed when his father told him that he was going to enroll in the Kurtzpel University. Strings were pulled and favors were called in so that he had a squeaky clean past in the official records, and Uriel was thrusted into a place where he no longer had his usual power over his peers. Even if he was smart enough to pass the exams, Uriel found difficulties in keeping up with the demands of the academy as he was accostumed to teachers foregoing from giving him a bad grade out of fear of the consequences.
Nevertheless, even amidst these descendants of large fortunes and intellectual prodigies there were a few others similar to Uriel: young folk who came from other shady backgrounds and unscrupulous families. Even whilst adhering to the university's strict code of conduct, this group of students served as a method of communication and negotiation between the heads of the several families in whichever deals they took part in, something that was always done away from the eyes of the institution's authorities as to avoid legal repercutions. One of such encounters was gonna happen in Glasgow, however fate seemed to have other things in mind for Uriel and others. One of those things appeared to be reincarnating him into a woman.
Extras:
Due to their circumstances, they tend to give a lot of thought to gender related trivialities, such as which bathroom should they use when given options.
They cannot really distinguish tastes.
Legend: The Desert Wind
A child left to the elements of the merciless desert to die a quick and cruel death by parents that couldn't care for her, yet the Goddess willed it for her to live long enough to find an oasis and survive. Alone, she grew and learned how to surpass the gigantic hurdles of the neverending sands. She learned to survive with little to eat or drink, and to fight monsters with her bare hands without expending much energy. The struggles hardened the girl in such a way that a tribe of wandering Orca, stopping by her oasis to replenish their supplies for their long trek, mistook her for a avatar of the sands. In awe of her strength, she was welcomed as one of their own and taken to civilization, her martial prowess honed with technique. And, when she left them to reunite with her kind, the nomads swore that they had been left naked to face the sands. Now, she who became the desert was on seeing the ones that abandoned her, and to show them the rewards of the struggles she went through
Notable Items:
Crown of the Scorpion King: A headpiece made of gold that floats above Uriel's head. Whoever wears this will see good fortune when travelling the desert, and such a blessing is passed to those the wearer deems their companions. Desert dwelling Orca also recognize the origin of the crown, and will always greatly favor its wearer.
Blessing of the Sands: As per the legend, Uriel can survive on much less nourishment than a normal person. Their body is also much more resistant to very high or very low temperatures, poisons and disease.
Martial Arts: A particular style focused on defense, its aim is to outlast the opponent; dodging any strikes coming Uriel's way whilst mercilessly punishing any mistake. The movements are reminiscent of the movements of common desert critters, like snakes or scorpions.
Magical Abilities:
Scorching Sun, Frosting Moon: The Desert Wind has an innate magical capability that shifts in focus to the current present celestial body: During daytime, Uriel is able to channel fire through their limbs, whilst during night time they can channel frost.
Background: One would be forgiven for thinking that Kurtzpel University would only house the best of the best in there. That only greatest of them all would pass the exams, and that within its walls there would only be young men and women only interested in honoring the good name of the institution. After all, its reputation precedes it and only the most capable are welcome to this educational VIP club. However, even within the pinnacle of academic social hierarchy one can find that it has its own brand of delincuents lurking about, the kind of students that gave a reason of being to the behavioral rules and the disciplinary committees.
Enter Uriel Bertolini: the heir of a prestigious italian insurance company renowned for how reliable it is. Such a reputation was earned through hard work: subterfuge, bribes, blackmailing and the ocassional sabotage operation were the methods very few dared to report to the public as they'd soon be staring at either an airplane ticket to settle in a third world warzone due to a sudden need of personnel that part of the globe or other elaborate ways of offering a noose to hang oneself. Not only that, but there were urban legends that envoys of the company approached new businesses just opening up near their offices and casually commented on how flammable it all appeared to be before offering up a business card.
Uriel's position as the son of the founder gave him quite a bit of clout where he lived, and he got accostumed on getting what he wanted through the use of his name, threats and, when it wasn't enough, beating down those who wronged him alongside the thugs that served as his bodyguards. However that all changed when his father told him that he was going to enroll in the Kurtzpel University. Strings were pulled and favors were called in so that he had a squeaky clean past in the official records, and Uriel was thrusted into a place where he no longer had his usual power over his peers. Even if he was smart enough to pass the exams, Uriel found difficulties in keeping up with the demands of the academy as he was accostumed to teachers foregoing from giving him a bad grade out of fear of the consequences.
Nevertheless, even amidst these descendants of large fortunes and intellectual prodigies there were a few others similar to Uriel: young folk who came from other shady backgrounds and unscrupulous families. Even whilst adhering to the university's strict code of conduct, this group of students served as a method of communication and negotiation between the heads of the several families in whichever deals they took part in, something that was always done away from the eyes of the institution's authorities as to avoid legal repercutions. One of such encounters was gonna happen in Glasgow, however fate seemed to have other things in mind for Uriel and others. One of those things appeared to be reincarnating him into a woman.
Extras:
Due to their circumstances, they tend to give a lot of thought to gender related trivialities, such as which bathroom should they use when given options.
They cannot really distinguish tastes.
Legend: The Desert Wind
A child left to the elements of the merciless desert to die a quick and cruel death by parents that couldn't care for her, yet the Goddess willed it for her to live long enough to find an oasis and survive. Alone, she grew and learned how to surpass the gigantic hurdles of the neverending sands. She learned to survive with little to eat or drink, and to fight monsters with her bare hands without expending much energy. The struggles hardened the girl in such a way that a tribe of wandering Orca, stopping by her oasis to replenish their supplies for their long trek, mistook her for a avatar of the sands. In awe of her strength, she was welcomed as one of their own and taken to civilization, her martial prowess honed with technique. And, when she left them to reunite with her kind, the nomads swore that they had been left naked to face the sands. Now, she who became the desert was on seeing the ones that abandoned her, and to show them the rewards of the struggles she went through
Notable Items:
Crown of the Scorpion King: A headpiece made of gold that floats above Uriel's head. Whoever wears this will see good fortune when travelling the desert, and such a blessing is passed to those the wearer deems their companions. Desert dwelling Orca also recognize the origin of the crown, and will always greatly favor its wearer.
Blessing of the Sands: As per the legend, Uriel can survive on much less nourishment than a normal person. Their body is also much more resistant to very high or very low temperatures, poisons and disease.
Martial Arts: A particular style focused on defense, its aim is to outlast the opponent; dodging any strikes coming Uriel's way whilst mercilessly punishing any mistake. The movements are reminiscent of the movements of common desert critters, like snakes or scorpions.
Magical Abilities:
Scorching Sun, Frosting Moon: The Desert Wind has an innate magical capability that shifts in focus to the current present celestial body: During daytime, Uriel is able to channel fire through their limbs, whilst during night time they can channel frost.
Evening, fellas. For the sake of my inner pride do please imagine this is being spoken by the Formula 1 voice setting of Worms World Party, as that is most definitely not the one I have.
In any case, as evidenced by my profile picture, I am a tad bit of a weeb, and came here on the possible prospects of casual roleplaying. More information about myself shall be added at a later date on the "Bio" part of my profile.
Back from a spell with all my witty charm to take advantage of the quiet nights of a graveyard shift, one that goes from 20:30 [EST] to 8:30.
DMs are open for whatever. Discord handle will be given as needed, more often than not to make it easier to contact (or be contacted by) folks in ongoing RPs.
Ongoing mobage picks: Limbus Company; Arknights (every so often); Marvel Snap.
Avid fan of video essays.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Back from a spell with all my witty charm to take advantage of the quiet nights of a graveyard shift, one that goes from 20:30 [EST] to 8:30. <br><br>DMs are open for whatever. Discord handle will be given as needed, more often than not to make it easier to contact (or be contacted by) folks in ongoing RPs.<br><br>Ongoing mobage picks: Limbus Company; Arknights (every so often); Marvel Snap.<br><br>Avid fan of video essays.</div>