TheWendil

My Hero Academia rp: Underdogs

Sure. Why not.

I Might As Well Make One of These

Kiara

P E R S O N A L ◄

Appearance

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Kiara Bastion

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The Gray Star

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17

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Female

_{✪ D A T E O F B I R T H}

December 13^th(?)

_{✪ H O B B I E S}

Studying Texts | Fashion Shopping | Tea Parties | Singing

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5'80" (177 cm) | 110 lbs (50 kg)

_{✪ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Calm, collected, and of few words, Kiara’s natural disposition can be amounted to something unapproachable. While some mistake her demeanor as cold, almost uncaring in its endless wretches of apathy, others find it unnerving and perhaps some front put up to conceal the true self, whatever it may be. In truth, Kiara simply doesn’t enjoy placing attention to herself, least of all when it comes to being flashy in displays of grandiose or magic. Such limelight is for those more brash than she. After all, the fool speaks because he has to say something while the wise man speaks because he has something to say. Or so the saying goes.

Despite these preconceptions of her inner-nature-Kiara finds some amusement in what rumors can be spread about her behavior-she’s quick to assist her fellow classmates and peers. Regardless of the exterior front she may put up, there lies within a warmth and kindness that seeks to help others, regardless of herself. She just prefers to think she helps in small ways or in kinds that aren’t completely obvious at first. If anything else, she likes to think of herself as small help, unseen but certainly not unheard of. She’d much rather step into resolutions only if she has to, when power and actions will speak greater than any words.

_{✪ H I S T O R Y}

A child with no name and no background was how Kiara began her life. Although she couldn’t remember it from such an early age, she was told later that she was little more than a babe abandoned to the wind and rain and left upon the doorsteps of the Reinahrdt family estate. How and why was never answered, nor was it any concern for her. All that mattered was that she was taken in without question and treated just as much as their own bloodline. For as long as she could remember, she was Kiara Reinhardt and with it came a gift for mana.

Over the years, her potential for magic grew greater and greater as she became older, so much so that the Reinhardts insisted she be enrolled into a magical academy. Naturally they would settle for nothing short of the best and so Avalice was marked as a potential candidate. The only problem lay in the fact Kiara had no interest in enrolling or even learning better control over her own magic. For despite being taken in, there was still some yearning to discover her actual namesake. Thus, by choice or chance, it was discovered one of her bloodkin once enrolled into Avalice with the name of “Bastion” as their moniker; perhaps one of her parents.

Such knowledge was the final convincing argument for her to ultimately apply to Avalice, though only under negotiation she would take the Bastion name for herself. Through trial and effort, she eventually made it into Avalice, though only barely. With little control of her magic already, she was placed into the infamous Class C. Of course, that was fine enough for her. Even if it meant starting at the bottom, all that mattered to her was finding some closure to her origins, enrolling as a Reinhardt but graduating as a Bastion.

C O M B A T ◄

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Magic (?)

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Royal Blue

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A sharp tension that grows calmer the deeper one peers into its near-abyssal qualities.

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Volted Tome: As per all users of the arcane arts, Kiara uses a tome to assist her in combat and all magical properties. Strangely, no matter how much she studies the text, the tome acts like less of a spellbook and more of a conduit between her own magic and the outside world. More often than not, Kiara uses the tome as an item to both enhance her own spells and to regulate her mana as well.

_{✪ M A G I C}

Dynamic Magic: Energy

_{✪ S P E L L S}

✦ Mystic Perception: By regulating the flow of mana through her eyes, Kiara can see the movement of energy and mana that pools and circulates through living things. Such a spell serves no real purpose aside from letting her perceive others' mana more clearly and densely than most as well as giving her an unnecessary light show for her eyes when need be. It does, however, make for good spying via seeing people's energy and mana flow under lowlight conditions.

✦ Railgun: Gathering up mana into a singular point, Kiara will fire off the condensed energy as a single blast. From its usage, it seems the Volted Tome acts as a gathering point to help stabilize her mana before she fires the magic. Physically, it manifests as a bolt of single fire energy blasted at rapid speeds much akin to a single-shot firearm. Ironically, or perhaps unironically, Kiara fires her magic through her pointer finger and thumb held back like an actual firearm.

✦ Schrade Shroud: Drawing in mana towards herself, Kiara can harness and then unleash a rampant surge of crackling electricity outwards with herself as the source and focal point. What results is a defensive spell that can not only shock any who seek harm towards her, but also act as an offensive tool for those who've breached her defense. The greatest defense is, after all, the greatest offense as well.

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✦ Self-Cast: Focusing her mana, Kiara can direct the flow of its energy inwards instead of outwards. As a result, her physical reactions and prowess are increased. So far, it's manifested as increased speed and agility, allowing her to dodge and react much quicker than usual when in use.

► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✪ M A N A | 5 / 5
✪ C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
✪ M A G I C | 2 / 5
✪ T E C H N I Q U E | 1 / 5
✪ S T R E N G T H | 3 / 5
✪ S P E E D | 4 / 5
✪ B O D Y | 2 / 5
✪ I N T E L L E C T | 3 / 5

RPs Featured In: World Beyond the Lexicon

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

It was maddening to think such a poor, pathetic, and simple-minded creature actually believed it could get the better of the MFF; the more Kusanagi ran through the events in her mind, the more illogical it all became. Nothing about this added up, and that was just an indicator that something was afoot. Something was being spurned for foul play, as if Utena’s sudden betrayal wasn’t so blatantly indicative of that truth. But she had more important things to worry about; one of which included balancing on the bridge now ripped out of its holds and carried by Terrorkeat.

“Tch.” So, the bird truly believed it was smart enough to outwit her? While true, the good doctor was slowly regaining balance, especially now that the torn bridge was dangled only by Terrorkeat’s claws, it was foolery nonetheless to expect the head of the MFF to simply let a monster do what it wanted. “Patch me into the mainframe…yes. I see. Idiots.” Kusanagi hissed out the words as she spoke to the scrambling personal running and checking things via the earpiece in her coat collar. Apparently, there was a blind spot in the hanger, among other suspicious lapses in their technology and other systems. That confirmed it then.

“Two. There are two turncoats.” Kusanagi didn’t much care if she was spilling this information to the other lines. Even as she spoke, she was putting on gloves as black as coal over her hands, fetched idly out of her pocket. Something banged above her, no doubt the ceiling being rendered apart by Utena’s missile barrage and Terrorkeat’s mass. “Yes, I understand. Noted. Yes, redirect all power to me.” She flexed her gloved hands, a whirring noise and a spark emanating from them. “Engaging in three.” She opened her palm. “Two.” She bounced up, carried to the bridge’s ceiling due to the inverted gravity. “One.” Kusanagi planted her hand along its surface.

A crackling sound pierced the ears of everyone remotely close to Terrorkeat as electricity surged upwards, unseen but certainly not unfelt by the bird. Pulsing from Kusanagi’s gloves, the full brunt of the base’s emergency power pounded into Terrorkeat and would have stopped her heart dead if her claws didn’t drop the bridge almost immediately, severing the electrical connection. “Bracing for impact,” Kusanagi told the other line, curling and keeping her head low as the bridge dropped back to solid ground.

“Sis!” Not even noticing Utena clinging to her body, let alone her squeaky screams, Schrödinger leapt up immediately as Terrokeat was jolted and fried. She made to latch onto Terrorkeat’s wing before slamming into the upper walls, quickly crawling out into the entrance made by the bird and Utena towards freedom. Terrorkeat herself remained dragged by the cat’s fangs, a manic attempt at escape. It wouldn’t be long before all three would head Akane’s way.

Tower of Fable

“Aww yeah, I’m the best~” Away from all the scramble and chaos of the major players was Itsuko, walking the streets with two hefty bags of…something in her hands. One jingled and jangled like the cluttered coin of stolen riches, and another seeped out sticky glaze and other icings. Were they a bag of doughnuts? “Heheh, I can’t wait to show all my riches to that smug foxy girl. Wait till she sees the look on my face when I boast how many points I got in the-woah, huh!?” Itsuko paused in her alley walkway and looked up at the sky.

Apart from the glitterings of coins littering the air, pinpoints of light darted towards the heavens like spectral points of stars. Indeed, each of the foreign travelers began to depart from the Floor one by one and left behind most traces of their existence. Somehow, Itsuko knew there went all chances to brag to Clair. “Ughhhh, that two-timing fox sneaking away from a challenge! Coward!” It didn’t mean she had to take it laying down, the burning tiger raising a burning fist to the skies as the Floor was completed in all its entirety.

One by one, each person and their accompanying riches and Serei appeared back in the Dangeki. Cait was naturally napping off in some corner, a factor heard by the cat’s rampant and loud snores. Emilia, however, was as awake as a clockwork doll and wouldn’t hesitate to barter, trade, or buy off the treasures and riches each person collected. Speaking of such things, Rose found herself in quite a predicament at the moment. As it turned out, the great airship had been sucked back to the Tower’s hub along with her. Unfortunate though, was the fact she had no spare cards to contain said ship.

The Dangeki was strange and wondrous, acting as an extension of the Tower. It was no surprise then that the bar extended outwards as well, stretching-albeit barely-to contain the full girth and length of the airship without breaking something. All the same, Emilia gave the pirate a knowing smirk. She could already imagine the blank card deals to give for Rose to store her monster of an airship in some place that wasn’t actively acting to poke someone’s eye or limb out.

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World Beyond the Lexicon

Their last post was 2 weeks ago. It’s fair for people to be feeling a little antsy.

World Beyond the Lexicon

We could always just have the students do things around the village. Though with no direction, we'd have to control it ourselves.

World Beyond the Lexicon

Have we come to the point of everyone just standing around in one area waiting for something to happen.

Tower of Fable

@Quasi

You're fine by me. Place her in the CS Tab.

Tower of Fable

Corpse Collector’s existence was a sad one, always being tossed around and used by others. No sooner was this still the case now, literally, as one moment she was imagining throwing rocks at Lorelai’s head. In the next moment, she was plucked by an armored hand around her throat like some feral cat before casually tossed off the side of the airship. The first few miles, CC wondered what even happened. The remainder of the trip down was spent screaming obscenities and curses of every kind at the knight, stray bullets firing but never reaching.

She’d remember that, oh yes, she would remember putting a bullet between Lorelai’s eyes slowly. Before she was so unceremoniously dropped off the ship, she could have sworn she heard one of the summoners verbally follow the steps of her exact plans and sentiments. So, the cursing hacker saw fit to may as well end the fun for everyone, twisting around in the air and twirling her guns. A few motions and swimming in the air aligned her with her target, pointed like a living cannon shell aimed right for the cause of all their problems. Somehow.

Guns pointed, firing manically, a sneering grin was all the Head Mistress saw before their bodies made impact. “Fuck you-” The sound of something crashing was followed by the mighty demon that had terrorized the skies to give pause before its body reacted in kind soon. Its flesh dissipated like a ghost, solids turning indivisible and spectral. Buildings and debris once picked up were now falling freely in the air like dropping without intent like large, concrete rain.

Because of this, Clair’s foothold would give out almost instantly as the demon was dispersed and defeated, the summoner having been taken care of. Whatever plan she had in mind for a safe landing was up to her; and whether the Head Mistress was even alive or simply knocked out from the rough landing was an unknown point of contention. But CC most definitely wasn’t. A brief light zipped and trailed back into Kanbaru’s pocket as the hacker was returned to her Serei Card and summoner. The mysterious Student Council President and his dark angel were also nowhere to be found as the world seemed bent on ending.

Well. Not entirely. As per the rules of the Floor, the demon’s body, where once it was fading, began to soon morph and change. Where once there was shadow, now items of shiny, glinting coins rained down as the great demon’s body transitioned into golden coins and riches that were now falling upon the world. A reward no doubt, and one that had to be collected soon for all the summoners and their Serei started to glow in the tell-tall sign they were to be leaving the Floor soon.

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Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Several things were happening at once and while they weren’t unexpected in the grand scheme of an attempted GMG prison break, it was no less chaotic all the same. Kusanagi wanted to sigh at just how incompetent everyone was but was too busy raising her hands to her ears as Terrorkeat screeched into the base. Even muffled as her hearing was, Kusanagi still heard glass breaking as machinery was overridden and shattered. She constituted that as the reason why the second layer of metal grating halted, failing to keep either GMG in their emergency cage.

A second later and she was tossed to the ground, tackled by McNair as more metal being wrenched clear was heard, this time much closer. Kusanagi dully regarded the pinion sticking out the floor, clearly aimed for her. So, the bird could feel emotion? More than that, it could experience a human sensation of revenge and vindication. Kusanagi wished she had a pen and paper on hand. “With all due respect Commander, I can handle myself. You should take care of our little renegade problem before she makes things worse,” Kusanagi commented.

She slowly pushed the pinkette off her, already getting back up and pointing downwards. Utena, who seemed to first be escaping for herself as she barreled through MFF troop alike, now turned right back around to free Schrödinger from her cage. “Dead or alive, whatever you see fit,” she hissed, already heading back to the other side of the bridge, suspecting Terrorkeat’s rampage was only going to keep the good doctor in her sights and nobody else. “That girl’s bleeding-heart sympathy will be her downfall,” she muttered, uncaring if McNair heard.

Indeed, Schrödinger gave Utena a narrow-eyed stare. Just because the girl shut off the cage controls didn’t automatically mean the cat was trusting of her. Nor did she need the help of some human to free herself, especially when the cage’s second layer was stunted. Schrödinger flexed her muscles and haunches once before enlarging her claws. With one fell sweep, she smashed through the cage, sending bits of metal flying and cutting through Utena’s frost. The cat snarled and hissed, slashing away randomly, uncaring if she blew Utena back as she leapt out her cage.