TheWendil

Neo Sorairo

A question before I think about my character more in depth; I plan for her to be a 15 year old, mute gunner. Her Psychic Drive allows her to connect with devices (That have some sort of wireless connectivity, like Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, even an external detector for a keycard, etc.) and utilise them in whatever way they're used. Therefore, she wears a bracelet-like device on her wrist that has a speaker, and she uses it to "talk" by using her Psychic Drive to connect to it.

Would that be acceptable?

@datadogie

As long as you're fine with RPing that, that should be fine. Be aware there won't be wireless tech surrounding her at all times so she'll need to rely on that wrist speaker most of the time.

Neo Sorairo

So... I'm thinking Striker with the ability to transfer the pain he feels from an attack to the enemy that delivered it, on the condition that his body still takes the damage. Would that be acceptable, or should I try to think of something else?

@AdmrlStalfos19

I see no problem with that. It's fine by me.

Neo Sorairo

@SimpleWriter

So she's a human mind in a robotic shell.

Neo Sorairo

Riyame

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Appearance

Name

Riyame Miyako

Age

19 Years Old

Gender

Female

Class

Gunner

Nationality

Japanese

Height

[Redacted]

Weight

[Redacted]

Bio

[Redacted]

Armament

Final Aggression is the name of Riyame’s Armament, taking the form of two M1911-style handguns. These semi-automatic firearms have been customized and enhanced over time through Riyame’s usage. Both fire .45 ACP rounds with each gun being specifically designed to blast out rapid shots meant to decimate and overwhelm the enemy. Combined with Riyame’s quick handiwork and they make a deadly pair for any obstacle.

Psychic Drive

Riyame’s Psychic Drive is aptly named Phantom Bullet. By focusing a mental link upon the targets around her, Riyame can create certain illusions to trick the mind. Her most favored involves creating the illusion of firing off more bullets than she really is, thus creating “phantom bullets”. This is meant to both confuse and invoke fear into her targets, catching them unaware to her real bullets mixed in the frenzy. Given that she’s only used this kind of illusion, it can be inferred that this is the extent of her Psychic Drive.

Theme

R.R.

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Appearance

Name

R.R.

Age

16 Years Old

Gender

Female

Class

Striker

Nationality

[Redacted]

Height

[Redacted]

Weight

[Redacted]

Bio

[Redacted]

Armament

Diablos is the name of R.R.’s Armament. Taking the form of massive metal claws, each one ends in a sickening blade pulsing with vibrations. These vibroblades can be heated up intensely to better enhance their deadly capacity via the self-sustaining power source located in the palms. With these weapons, R.R. slashes, grapples, and tears into any who stand in her way. If she had things her way, she’d gladly flash them out anywhere she went; sadly, the school says otherwise. Thus, she can fold them up each into a more portable size for travel.

Psychic Drive

R.R.’s Psychic Drive is named Blood Pain. When activated, all of the pain receptors in her brain are switched off while her agitation spikes tremendously. As a result, R.R. is free to go into a berserk-like state that does away with the limitations of feeling pain immediately. Adrenaline pumps into her body, leading her to perform incredible feats of endurance, strength, and bloodlust. The entirety of this state lasts for ten minutes exactly. The moment it wears off, all injuries sustained will overload R.R.’s brain, usually sending her into a cationic state. Overbearing pain tends to do that.

Theme

Neo Sorairo

@ERode

Fine by me. Put him in the Character Tab.

@Mr Nim

I like her. Accepted by me; await @KoL's opinion.

Neo Sorairo

@SimpleWriter

So just to be clear, she's a cyborg, yes?

@ERode

I'm willing to accept Final Red as an Armament because it technically fulfills the weapon requirements of a Striker. It should be noted this is unique to him though and we'll be more critical of full-on armor for others. Wait for @KoL's opinion.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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The school day couldn’t have gone faster even if Touka wanted it to. But at least there was some interest laced in what was to come. Be it by chance or choice, there was a new scent wafting in the class room, one that would very definitely catch the attention of every Dark Magical Girl in the room. Touka cast a sideways glance at the front of the class where Yui was being introduced. To think one of their enemies would be so bold as to waltz in, no, the nerve of her to do so…

But at least she knew she was outnumbered. Touka almost felt like grinning to think the other girl was but a guppy trapped in a pond of sharks. As soon as Yui sat down, Touka placed her eyes on the back of her head, watching her movements like a predator. Yet she wouldn’t strike; in fact, she doubted Yui even felt her right now. All the same, Touka only shifted her sight when the final bell for Miso City High rang and class would officially begin. Reluctantly, she moved her eyes up to pay attention to the class at hand.

“Good morning children! It’s so nice to see you again,” came the words of Miss Tamashi. Their home-room teacher seemed spunkier than usual and frankly, it was annoying Touka. Everyone had their break cut short, including the staff. There was no need to flaunt any sort of positivity. Still, the teacher was all smiles, brightening up the mood with her demeanor. “As we all know, we have a new student joining us for the remainder of the school year. Let’s all do our best to give Murata-Chan a warm welcome!”

Miss Tamashi ended that off with a bend of her hip and her fingers curled in the victory pose over her eye. It earned a couple of snickers from some of the students while Touka mentally groaned. Adults trying to act cool was the worst thing ever and it only made her want to slam Yui’s head into a desk for inadvertently causing this commotion.

“Right then, I know we’re all looking forward to the New Year tonight so let’s begin our last day of this one with some fun! Why don’t we go around the class and tell everyone what we did over the Winter Break,” Miss Tamashi said. Finger outstretched, she counted off each student to make sure everyone was actually in attendance before setting her sights on three girls. “Murota-Chan, Murata-Chan, Harasawa-Chan, why don’t you three decide who gets to go first among you?”

Touka cast her eyes right back to the window, only to blink as she saw a Mascot staring right back at her. Perched on a nearby tree, its televised head flickered what looked like a thumbs-up emoticon on its screen. As if that was supposed to be some form of encouragement. Yet it did accomplish one task. It distracted Touka from one of the other students watching her from their seat.

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Neo Sorairo

Do I really have to.

Fire Emblem: Conflict

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“Terrific.” There was no short amount of sarcasm in Shirley’s voice as she listened to Chiyuri’s reasoning. It was almost like talking to a child; which wasn’t too far off when she reminded herself of the other girl’s age. All the same, of all places to relax did she have to choose her green hilltop? She did bat an eye at Chiyuri though when she realized she was being mocked. “Funny, kiddo. Did you waste a night getting that pitch perfect?”

She ignored whatever there was to say about the girl’s former trainer, finding it irrelevant in the long run. But the proposal to team up? Now there was something she couldn’t inherently or outright refuse. It was only now Shirley had paused in chewing on her apple, having eaten more than half of the fruit. The red hue of its skin still clinging to some of the flesh, she batted an eye at Chiyuri with an interested gleam.

“Yes, I’ve seen you fight. You’re not half bad on the field with a blade. Not as good as me obviously, but good enough to warrant my time,” Shirley said. Another chomp of the apple was given, teeth grinding in tentative, thinking chews. A swallow later and, “You know what? Why not. If anything happens, I can always let you sacrifice yourself for me kid. Free of charge, and all that.”

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Jigokuraku Academy

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Well this was anti-climatic. With the test called out so rapidly, Houki had been left shooting her beams straight at the Hag. Whether or not the pseudo-villain would react to that was beyond her caring right now. Houki then stood up to dust herself off and readjust her glasses. No doubt the others would be heading back to Zone 2 right about now, so she didn’t concern herself with finding Kaito or Hikari. Instead, she let her feet carry her back to the bus area.

Or, what should have been the bus area. Upon entering Zone 2, Houki looked around. Why did the bus look run-down? Why were people just standing around and…arguing? She almost asked someone if she was in the right place before noticing a deflated Minami nearby. The ghost of a smile creased upon her lips and she closed the distance between herself and the cat girl. As she did so, she noticed the grown pile of dummies shared between them.

“Four dummies each. That’s not bad,” she commented to Minami, standing beside the collapsed cat girl and their dummy pile. “Were you just rescuing for the entire test? That sounds lackluster.” Whether it was or not didn’t matter, not when it had possibly given them both the advantage in points. She ignored the commotion going on nearby, hearing a student angry enough to bully his way to passing the test. If he wanted to try his hand on their pile…well, Houki was still itching to blast a hole into someone.

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