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Today's the first time in a long time that I've felt empty. Not even sad or tired, just empty. This quarantine is getting to me more than I thought.
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6 yrs ago
@Jessica Bunny: You live in America! College is optional (and expensive) and around you is opportunity. I believe you can make it!
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6 yrs ago
Magical Girl RP, Original World: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Oh shit, I've been surrounded! The room is ripe with the scent of bitches!
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Meruin looked at Tony through half lidded eyes. "No intimidating the newcomers," she mumbled sleepily.
Haha, I'm comparing these introductions to the first ones, and everyone is damn itchy to get into a fight already. There's so much smack talk xD
You should probably put that on the OP :)
Meruin woke up with a snort. She'd been asleep for awhile now. Well, since she was awake, she may as well introduce herself and get it over with. Walking to the podium, her long black hair floated up magically so it avoided getting tangled with her legs. She faced the crowd of students and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Meruin Hazy . . . it's nice to meet you." Then she stepped down and fell asleep on her seat.
Name: Meruin Hazy Appearance (I'll add a photo later): Originally, she had short a short bob cut, but she has since grown it out; now her hair imitates her master - it's absurdly long (up until her ankles) and smooth and straight. Her eyes are still green, however, it's been noted that during certain points where she uses an intense amount of power, they turn silver. Meruin is also still short (143.89 cm) Her staple attire when out of combat is navy-blue/white blazer, a black short skirt, and long white stockings. When in combat, she wears a white sleeveless tunic with golden patterns sewn on, a white shoulder-length finger-less gloves with and a pair of golden rings on her middle fingers and long white pants. Age: 18 Gender: Female Abilities: Spells, spells and more spells. Meruin is an expert mage in any sense of the word. That asides, she is also partial to using magical artifacts, elixirs, tools and drugs. Above all her powers is her Grimoire - a magical crystallization of her soul that currently contains 14 pages - each page excluding one contains a specific and potent spell that can only be used by her. Her most dangerous ability, however, is her ability to plan, strategize and prepare many steps ahead of her opponents. Her physical abilities are still poor however, and she is still prone to sudden bouts of anemia. How you could work in a team: She can fill any position with varying degrees of competence, however, she is at her best as a support and a very, very, very hard hitting nuker, especially when given time to prepare. Personality: Taciturn, blunt and straight to the point. Meruin is also a bit of an airhead when it comes to social ques, and though she's gotten better at communicating with people, she's still woefully ignorant to most things. She's a hard-worker and a diligent scholar, with a sharp mind that plans down to the tiniest detail. She's silent but passionate about what she does. History: Will be revealed during the RP if you can get her to reveal it. Nonetheless, a quick summary of her history is that she was born into a family of nobodies, and as a talented young girl, she wished to be much more than what she was told to be. She's become much closer to achieving that goal. Other: She's an excellent cook, artist and ventriloquist. She sleeps completely naked. Her favorite food is blueberry cheesecake. Meruin is currently the second ranker in the Student Council, but it's said that she would actually be much higher if she just put more effort into actually challenging the students above her. She's happy where she is though, so she's content lazing about the grounds and reading.
Say, JELLY, is it fine if I make Meruin the 3rd ranking council member, but only because she's too lazy to go any higher?
Seren
Seren tapped the door lightly, and waited patiently for it to open. Soon enough, someone opened the door. "Ah, hello Miss Mary Beth," she said, looking at the older woman . . . girl. Magical Girl. Sigh, pronouns were so confusing when it came to things like this! Anyway, the girl was a veteran, definitely, and from what little she'd heard from Annie, it seemed like being a Magical Girl ran in her family, because Mary was trained by her grandmother. Seren was a bit envious; Annie had was in a very good position, as far as she could tell. She exchanged greetings with Mary and entered the apartment. "Hello? Annie, are you busy?"
David smirked. "Ah, well, I don't know, I've never tried fighting a dragon before. A nuclear missile's the only thing I've competed with seriously, so I don't know how well I measure up to you," he said in a tone that made it difficult to tell whether he was joking or not. "It'll still be fun though, won't it?"
Name: Seren Athena Belvedere Age: 13 Appearance: Blonde hair tied into a ponytail with a white bow-tie. She has clear blue eyes and a heart shaped face and large eyes. Her Magical Girl attire is a white and blue-trimmed tunic with a thin golden heart emblazoned on the center. Her outfit is sleeveless and she wears white arm-length gloves with golden bracers, silver hand guards, and a ring on each middle finger. She has a short golden cape that covers her shoulders and comes with a hood and with her personal 'coat-of-arms' emblazoned on it: two hands crossing together to form a pair of blue wings with a white shield at their center; wears white pants covered at the sides and back by a plain long skirt. The skirt itself parts in the middle, opening up space for her legs to move. Her Focus is embedded into the outfits chest area. Nationality: Welsh Personality: She's usually timid and shy and rarely likes to bring attention to herself. Often times, people even forget that she's there - not that she minds. Her belief is that she's most useful being in support, and as such it's not her job to be noticed. She's a hard worker in everything that she does. Very mature for her age, she always tries to think things through before acting - although this trait is hampered by inexperience and childish temperaments. Once, however, you do something that greatly displeases her, expect a stern scolding and a lecture. Even adults are subject to this, much to their bemusement. She rarely gets angry, and if she does she does not stay that way for long. Seren when it comes to other people is shy, but genuinely cares for their well-being, even those of people that she doesn't know. If you need a shoulder to cry on or person to listen to, then Seren would gladly show up. Biography: Seren is a bit more fortunate than other Magical Girls. Her family is complete and her daily life is relatively happy. What pushed her into becoming a Magical Girl was her death. In hindsight, perhaps she was not that fortunate. Her encounter with an Error happened little more than three years ago. She was separated from her parents, lost and tired. That was when the Error appeared. It was impossible for a Magical Girl to fight one without transforming, and they had enhanced capabilities beyond normal, so what more could a regular 9 year old do? Nothing much except to roll over and die. The error obliterated one whole side of her body, and she was definitely dead . . . except, she did not die. It was a team of Magical Girls, who upheld ideals of the most classic vein: fighting to protect people, treasuring smiles, and giving it their all. One of them possessed healing abilities that reached the pinnacle of a Magical Girls abilities. Seren woke up to the sight of them fighting the Error and her healer looking down at her with a smile as she explained the situation. As a girl that was already a firm lover of fairy tale ideals, the sight of these girls drew unrivaled admiration. When she was told that she had the same potential as them, she of course asked to become one immediately. It was a quick decision, aided by her hero worship at the time and her innate sense or responsibility. Since then, Seren has done her best to uphold her ideals of protecting people and being a defender of everyone's smiles. It's a slow process, and she was noted to be absolutely terrible at offense, but she tries anyway. To her, it's not so much as power but more on what you can do with it. Experience Level: Upper Greenhorn Skills: Finding good choke points, kiting, excellent at crowd control and over all is very good at defensive and retreating strategies. Her skill set is all tailored to defense. Personal skills involve cooking, cleaning, studying and singing. She can play the piano too. Seren's good at budgeting as well. Magical Power: Shields! Currently, she is only able to summon a set number of shields. The number grows or lessens depending on the size and strength of the shields she summons. They have no special attributes other than taking a lot of damage before breaking. Her summoning speed is of note though, as they appear as soon as she thinks of them and apparently have little drain on her. She has no abilities yet.
Solomon concentrated heavily on the empty space in his hands, then promptly lost that concentration. He sighed. That was the third time. Whenever he tried to concentrate, he always felt a ghost of the pain that came from those needles. He remembered how badly - no, not badly, excruciatingly painful they were. He collapsed, convulsed and wished he could just die and end the pain . . . but the memory of her clear, jade eyes flashed through his mind and suddenly he felt like he could resist the pain. He dredged up all the memories he could of her and changed them into something else, into a vision of the future where he could stand in front of her and everyone else, tall and proud. The lingering pain disappeared to be replaced by a warmth that was so full of feeling, it felt like magic all on its own . . . "Let's try this again," he muttered. He needed intent. A way to remember why he was doing this. He had already failed with such a simple exercise four times, if he failed again . . . Inhale, exhale. Magic flowed through his arms and gathered into palm. He smiled ecstatically. I did it! Then the magic evaporated and he smacked himself on the head for losing concentration. Okay, one more time!
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