Y'know with all the new Isekai concepts coming out, I wonder if there is an isekai concept for "Reincarnated as a Truck that sends people to other worlds"
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When your bored but don't really know why.
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That moment when you have a billion ideas and can't write them all down
@PaulHaynek Hate to put yet more stuff on your plate, but could I possibly make that Wight character since the other person left, or would you rather try to lessen the insanity you've got to deal with?
I was brainstorming this card for a while; what do you guys think?
Name: Nova Jester Level: 4 Attribute: LIGHT Monster Type(s): Fairy / Tuner Effect: When this card is Normal or Special Summoned: You can add one "Airknight Parshath" from your Deck to your hand. If "The Sanctuary in the Sky" is on the field, you can Special Summon it instead, then reduce its Level by 1. If this effect is activated, you cannot Special Summon any monsters this turn, except Fairy-type monsters. You can only activate the effect of "Nova Jester" once per turn, and only once that turn. ATK/DEF: 800/1400
"Lady Schwertleite, I am hamrammr; shapestrong. If they think they have the strength to tussle with a bear, then their heads be on it!"
Name: Johannes Johnson (real name "Jönsson", but anglicized for their move to Scotland) Age: 18 Gender: Male Former Race: Human/Berserker Race: Angel/Berserker (2 wings) Card: Joker
Notable Skills:
A descendant of the ancient Nordic warriors known as Vikings, Johannes is one of the rare few who have retained the honored berserker blood even into the modern age. A genetic condition, Johannes' lineage makes him susceptible to snap fits of anger, violence and altered behavior, and he often enters a trancelike state when fighting where he is either immune to pain, or perhaps more disturbingly, pleased by it. This diluted blood alone would not be cause for the superhuman abilities he displays that make him a rival for even his greatest ancestors, but combined with his Sacred Gear, even this modern-day Viking can wield the power of the ancients.
Unsurprisingly, Johannes likes to get into fights. Who knew?
Surprisingly, the Viking brute Johannes is a talented groomer and hairstylist, well-practiced in the methods for cutting, styling, and maintaining smooth, healthy hair. He even keeps a small bag of different combs and a pair of scissors on him at all times for just this purpose. It's hardly a useful skill in battle, but it helps keep everyone comfortable during prolonged stays in the human world.
Holy Sacrament: None Sacred Gear:
A Sub-Species of the otherwise incredibly common Twice Critical, Johannes' variant shares the attribute of doubling his power, but does so in an inverse relationship to the damage he's both done and taken. An essentially agonistic power fueled by pain, this ability to "hamask" or transform into an altered state of "hamrammr", meaning "shapestrong", doubles Johannes' power not once, but again and again with every injury inflicted on either himself or the enemy, no matter how minor. He also bulks up in direct relation with the boost, becoming taller and gaining more and more muscle, to the point where his ancestors were said to look more like trolls than men.
Coupled with his inherited Berserker blood, which allows him to enter a trancelike state where his muscles harden and he is immune to pain, Johannes' Sacred Gear turns into an incredibly powerful double-edged sword, essentially allowing him to increase his power indefinitely while driving him closer and closer to death, only to somehow recover each and every time. Even he wonders if this ability has limits, but having died once already, he doesn't let it bother him too much. The ability can be purposefully triggered by teammates, but for whatever reason, Johannes can't seem to trigger it just by harming himself, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Magic: None yet besides the angelic basics (flight, light projection, the gift of languages etc.), but he's learning.
Personality: A regular modern-day Viking, Johannes is just as boisterous and just as short-tempered as his Nordic ancestors. Normally he's a soft-spoken goof, but he does a complete 180 when someone makes him mad and/or he undergoes his special "hamask" transformation, becoming both physically more imposing as well as a grandiose, overly dramatic warrior poet-type prone to violent fits of hair-trigger rage and unnecessarily fabulous posing. He also tends to be a bit too blunt and straightforward at times, and never particularly paid too much attention at school (though he is far from dumb).
Due to both this oddly spontaneous nature of his and their past circumstances together, Johannes is infatuated with the former Valkyrie-turned-angel Schwertleite, and will protect her at all costs. As a matter of fact, he's already sacrificed his life for her once, and will not hesitate to do so again. Anyone who questions the legitimacy of his love for her... good luck. You'll need it.
Other than insulting or attempting to hurt Schwertleite however, Johannes is oddly laid back, at least compared to what you'd expect from his reputation and lineage. More than happy to hang out, make merry, or charge into the gates of Valhalla arm in arm with you, Johannes is a valuable friend and ally to have for the warrior of God on the go. Just... don't make him angry. You wouldn't like him when he's angry. History: A Scottish immigrant with Viking ancestry, Johannes led a mostly unremarkable childhood of beating up neighborhood bullies and impolite adults inbetween going to school (to beat people up) and pining for the pretty older girl in the next town over, the one everyone claimed was a Valkyrie. Johannes loved the stories of his distant Nordic ancestors, especially the one about the great hero Sigfried and the valkyrie Brynhildr. He kept his distance because he was shy however, but one day, when he noticed a pillar of smoke coming from the village where the girl he liked lived, he finally found the courage to rush in and protect her. Johannes had always been a strong, bull-headed kid, so he wasn't expecting to encounter much trouble when arrived in town. He certainly wasn't expecting to find a horde of demons laying waste to the town, but he also wasn't about to give up. He ran to the girl's aide, and found her already in combat with the demonic legions. Turns out she was a valkyrie after all. Perhaps it was this knowledge that motivated him to dive headlong into a demon's blade to protect her, but whatever the reason, his sacrifice bought the valkyrie, Schwertleite, the opportunity she needed, and she finished the fight for him, carrying his body and soul with her off the battlefield. When he awoke, Johannes was faced with both Schwertleite and an angel who introduced himself as Camael, as well as a decision that would shape the rest of his life. Would he like to pass peacefully into the next life of his choosing, be it Heaven or Valhalla, or would he like to enlist with Camael and become an angel, a warrior of God? The path would be fraught with danger and violence, and he would almost certainly be called on to sacrifice his life again, except next time he wouldn't come back, Camael explained. Schwertleite had already made her choice to join. Now it was his turn to decide, as long as Camael was here recruiting people to his outfit. Johannes' response was an easy one. "When do I start?" Other: He doesn't particularly care if he worships God or Odin, as he was raised agnostic but had equal exposure to both due to his family history and the high density of Catholics in his childhood home of Scotland.
I'll gussy this up once I've had dinner and finished unpacking. Does everything look okay?
Looks good might wnat to add a indentation between the last line of the personality and the history though as that was hard to find where it ended and began.
Winter had been shaking the lovely soggoths hand for so long that she had grown confused what she was here for. Only snapping back once the Soggoth had so gracefully let go of her own hand. Snapping her back to the reality that she was in a town. Far away from any mountainous retreats. Far away from home. In the company of the people looking to become her fellow guild members. It was nice it was tranquil it was.
What was the soggoth doing trying to take her coat of! She instantly pulled back in surprise, the arms on the coat flailing like her own inside the coat, a sudden gasp of shock escaping. "What are you doing... I can't take this coat off. It'll drive everyone mad." She said with a low hushed down that only the soggoth can hear. "I don't think a servant like you wants to be mad... right?" She said quietly "But, if you can find us a private room and let no one in... and can handle insanity I'll take hte coat off but only under those conditions!" The wendigo said with a tone that demanded that it be adhered to. Or at least it would if it wasn' so tainted with the sweetness and shyness of her voice.
Liliana blinked. This guy in armour called her a whore! Ha! If only he knew that she was still a virgin even now. Not like that was anything to brag about but still, it allowed her to maintain her confidence. She wasn't going to take this sitting down oh no. She was gonna. Oh she was gonna rip him such a big new one that he will have to find numerous docters to close up that hole she'll make in his lower half. With a face that looked like death that even death himself would have trouble managing she slowly raised her hand. She was going to punish this individual she was totally going to punish this man.
Then the Dullahan spoke up. Attempting to defuse the situation. Of course, it was only right that Liliana didn't shoot anyone. She had to deal with the man compensating for his lack of a manhood to the point where he called her a whore. Simply put if the Dullahan didn't give him enough warning. Her slight gesture of decapitation might help. Though it was followed with a sweet smile. So it looked like a joke. Even though she was quite serious. Never the less...
Danm the Dullahan had that aura of those prissy rich girls she used to go to school with before her incident. It was one she could respect if it wasn't for the fact those types of girls were the reason she ended up dying. She tried to hard to impress them. She wouldn't make that mistake again. The Dullahan was her lesser if not her equal. "Oh I am sorry, before I was rudely interrupted by compensation over there. I was going to tell you. My name is..." She took a deep breath in. "Liliana Morgana Felica Francis Natalie IV. I expect to be called it in full by everyone except those that give me a good impression. Therefore miss Arletta. Feel free to call me Lilly or Liliana if you prefer." She said giving the Dullahan a notion of friendship, a hint that this powerful Lich wanted to be friends with the Knight. "Us undead have to stick close to avoid the extremely shallow extreme mean... extremely insensitive people like..." She paused pointing to the knight that had been so rude to her. "That Peasant!" She said quietly so the knight wouldn't hear but she said it in a way as if to make it sound humorous. A manner of talking she uses when joking around with Willow.
"Oh and kid." She said turning around to face Matti. "Don't you dare diss the outfit, that a dear friend of mine put togather. I mean if you really want to go throw shots at me like that..." Her voice trailed off as she had to keep control. She had to keep focused. She couldn't go trigger happy. She wanted to kill so many people today but she couldn't just like any other day. She just couldn't take another life for such a pointless unfruitful reason.
Turning back to the Dullahan rather looking slightly upset though it was something that would require being close to her proximity and considering how the only person she was near was the Dullahan. It was likely that only Arletta would know of her slightly hurt Ego. It wouldn't matter though She'd get her revenge on these blithering idiots eventually. "End of the day, Arletta." She began trying to talk herself out of her slight slump "I hope me and you get along well. Rather not have to break someones mind..." She said the last part inaudible to anyone but herself. She just stood there in her outfit. Confident, Calm, Collected and still a right bitch to anyone whom can classify as living.