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How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

...So I realized that I posted in the interest check but not the OOC chat for this particular rp, but I just wrapped up my CS and talking with @Rob, so hey guys :D

How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

Jefferson St. John

_{Height: 5'10" / 178 cm
Weight: 173 lbs / 78.5 kg}

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Name: St. John, Jefferson
Age: 15
Gender: Male

Personality:

Living large and liking it that way, Jeff likely has no idea what’s going on. He’s brash and unfortunately honest, with little time for the minutiae of Japan’s suffixes … Largely because he can’t remember them. Regardless, in his mind an honest smile and a firm handshake tend to work well enough. Hopefully. On a daily basis, you’ll find him either studying or working in the training ring, though he has neglected work with his quirk in the past in favor of his martial pursuits. More than anything else, Jeff values fairness, and will happily refuse help from those around him if he thinks it evens up a challenge. This does not, however, apply to asking for directions or what particular kanji mean, as he is still a stranger in a strange land. Intensely focused when a subject has his interest, the fact that his grades are the only thing keeping him in the academy is always in the back of his head. Still, he’s in a new, exciting place and won’t be found without a smile on his face. Forgetful and exuberant, Jeff is going to wring every ounce of excitement he can out of life or die trying.

Background:

Born on a small farm in Illinois, Jefferson St. John was raised in an all-american family born and bred on apple pie and football. The third child of his parents, Jeff grew up with two older sisters and a single younger brother, appreciating the values of protecting those dear to him. His father a factory worker and his mother teaching English in the local high school, Jeff always admired those big city heroes who would travel the states protecting the weak, privately swearing to one day join them in their crusade.

Growing up in a small town, Jeff benefited from the miles around the farmland was still damn near wilderness, perfect for hunting season. Oftentimes on holidays and during the weekends, his mother would take the family on camping trips to hunt, trap, fish, and watch the stars away from the few lights of their hometown. To this day, he can still name all the constellations by heart.

While his mother understood the joy of nature, his father had raised him on the sport of his youth: boxing. At the age of eight, Jeff fell deeply in love with the feeling of concussions, and the rest was history. He progressed into wrestling and a few other martial arts as time went on, but his true love was always boxing. Still, disgusted by the use of Quirks in the modern ring, he turned to his friends and a few local aficionados to start a homegrown league of pure, unadulterated sportsmanship.

Through a scheduling issue, he ended up in a little attended Japanese class during the beginning of his middle school days, and in the process learned of the vaunted hero academies in Japan. Without telling his parents or friends, he filed applications for scholarships as he redoubled his efforts in sports and academics to earn the money to attend. Interestingly enough, when someone applies to enough academies, they tend to fall in somewhere. Winning a small academic lottery, Jeff found himself accepted on full ride to Kosei Academy. After a terse conversation with his parents about honesty, he found himself heading off on a long plane ride to Japan to discover the next great adventure.

Quirk: Blackout

Jefferson has pitch black markings on his hands and feet that allow him to mark locations, objects, and people with "tags," imprints which emanate fields of darkness. Darkness spreads from a tag to fill a roughly 10-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. The electromagnetic spectrum is absorbed by the darkness, meaning that it cannot be illuminated nor can it be seen through with infrared or ultraviolet light. Additionally, the sphere is much colder than the surrounding area, making thermal vision inside the sphere all but useless. The tags cease to emanate darkness roughly two minutes after being placed down.

The darkness emanates from the tag and if the tag is placed on a moving object, the tag moves with it. Completely covering the source of the darkness with an opaque object, such as a bowl or a hat, blocks the darkness. The physical tag remains after it ceases to emit the sphere.

Additionally, he possesses echolocation out to 100ft, enabling him to know what takes place inside the spheres.

Talents and Skills:

• Boxing: Not a prodigy but a natural talent working hard from the age of eight, he has made significant progress into studying the fine art of bludgeoning another man until he falls down.
• Wrestling: Born in the midwest and considering himself athletic, it would’ve been a sin not to participate.
• Martial Arts: Limited knowledge, poor execution. His heart belonged to boxing.
• Firearms: Not the best shot and not the worst, Jeff still has an unyielding enthusiasm when it comes to firearms, calling them the OTHER great American pastime.
• Bakes surprisingly well, but pie’s always better with others
• Braiding hair: His sisters made damn sure they taught him while he was still young and cute.

How To Be A Hero - A My Hero Academy RP

If you're open, I'd be interested

Guardian Hero Academy, Prodigy Class. A Boku No Hero Academia RP

Hey, posted in the interest check but didn't realize the OOC was already up. I am interested in joining, if there's still an opening

Guardian Hero Academy, Prodigy Class. A(nother) Boku No Hero Academia RP

Interested, and I do think the quirk pool could be fun. You make a character's personality, background, etc. before you actually know what they can do. Makes sense with universe too, honestly.

▲ OVERWATCH: A New Era. ▼ (Overwatch Roleplay)

Ey-yo waddup

▲ OVERWATCH: A New Era. ▼ (Overwatch Roleplay)

Hey guys, Finals week is a bitch! Go figure. But I'll be back and posting this weekend, most likely. Friday is the last two exams. Wish me luck!

▲ OVERWATCH: A New Era. ▼ (Overwatch Roleplay)

Rage Break

Because everyone needs a happy owl in their life.

▲ OVERWATCH: A New Era. ▼ (Overwatch Roleplay)

@Caits@MiddleEarthRoze@Jacobite
Guys, can we just take a step back for a second? I know that this whole thing is something everyone's very passionate about right now, but this is A) getting personal and B) not constructive the way things are going right now. This has gone from OOC for writing progression to personal attacks the ballgame, and frankly I think there should be a little less salt.

I'm not going to sit here and right a dissertation on why literally everyone here is Satan, because that would be a waste of my time and yours. But Cait and Rose, both of you have been at each other's throats since the medicine thing. Rose, there was no need to bring it up the first time you did in this conversation. Cait, I see where you're coming from, but the Sombra thing is buried under like twelve posts now. It's part of the RP at this point, and it feels like the only thing to do is adapt to it. She should tell GMs about what she's doing when she sends people off, but it's not like you necessarily couldn't swap someone else in since it's done at this point.

Also, it kinda seems to me that there's this spring loaded mentality to take things personally. We should stop doing that.

In tabletops, if your players get bored, they're going to find something to do. I don't blame Caits or Vic personally for that, but it's happened and they found something to do. And to be entirely honest, I was excited to see something going on. If Talon didn't get rolling soon, I was just going to send Sampson off and take whoever wanted to come with me.

I like the Overwatch universe. I think it's conducive to great stories, and I'm excited to be able to write about it. I would like to be able to do that, but right now this is getting a little ridiculous. Just... deep breaths, guys. Jesus.

TL;DR- Calm down guys. I'm not going to respond to this in OOC, if someone has salt with me send a PM.

EDIT: Typos, added mentions.

▲ OVERWATCH: A New Era. ▼ (Overwatch Roleplay)

Sampson Dubois

Location: Talon HQ, Los Angeles. Kitchen area
Interacting with: Peacere@Kaithas, Sombra@MiddleEarthRoze, Ceri@Caits, whoever happens to come around.

Sampson watched Sombra leave, noticing as she paused for a moment and muttered to herself. Curious. Almost as curious as the presence of a desk and a wastebin in the middle of this hallway, but that was a thought for later. Talon’s sense of interior design was the least of his concerns.

The hacker was… troublesome. She was good, he knew that much, but the way she grinned like she knew everything he didn’t was disconcerting. As was Ceriwedyn. Really, all of them except for the omnic, and he was off-putting in his own way. Part of him longed for the days of putting lead through circuits in the cold Siberian tundra, but then he remembered that this entailed living in the cold Siberian tundra and decided to count his blessings.

He felt a small buzz come from a device in his pocket. The Cicada was chirping again. This wasn’t the actual name of the phone, but God if it didn’t sound like one. Given to him by Vishkar after taking care of a particularly troublesome rabble rouser in Brazil, he swiftly had the device jailbroken and connected to the various illicit Vishkar comm sats the company used for its less legitimate business. The end result was what amounted to a perfect comm link to his contacts, untraceable and compact. Glancing at the screen, it looked like he had a notification on a firefight rapidly developing in Carson City. Pulse fire, snipers in the alleys, and Jesse McCree in the middle of it all. Not too unusual, he’d seen bounty hunters waste more lead on each other than their quarry before. Still, this was some pretty serious ordinance.

Regardless, from the direction the cowboy was traveling, it looked like he would be near L.A. soon. The situation was dangerous, but Sampson trusted him not to get caught, stuffed, or shot quite yet. The mercenary was on contract right now, but that could be a lovely team building exercise. Besides, when he gave his soldiers the opportunity to make a few mil, he had the feeling they may appreciate it.

Shaking himself from his reverie, Sampson looked back to Peacere, the only one still standing with him. The robot maintained the neutral expression only an omnic could, leaving his thoughts an enigma. Oddly enough, Sampson thought he liked him best so far. He was sane. “Colorful bunch. I’m gonna go eat, but you’re welcome to join. I’ve got a few ideas that I feel like you’d appreciate, though we’re really gonna need Miss Sombra for most of ‘em. I’ll send her a memo.” He nudged the cold metal with his elbow as he winked, setting off after Ceriwedyn.

”Ceri, yes. And you are?”

Walking with a speedy step to maintain pace with the skipping teen, Sampson rattled off his introductions. “Sampson Dubois, callsign: Sellsword. Mercenary, currently working as C.O. of Kestrel squad, leading Fireteam Veridian. Acquisitions, infiltrations, holding objectives, etc. And,” He added, his hand resting on the drooling mutt beside him. “Currently recruiting other special agents.”

“I’ve read your file, and I’m interested. Security officer, means you must not get off-base too often. I think that’s a waste. If you’re interested, I’ve got a potential op coming up. Live fire, exciting, maybe even could make some money off of-”

Catching up to the young woman, he was immediately stunned by the state of the kitchen, namely that it was a kitchen. Full facilities, cookware, the whole shebang. Small, obviously intended for officers. Jimmy panted at his side, drooling slightly from his crooked jaws. He would have to clean that up later.

He looked to the girl, splitting a grin. “Pardon. ‘S been some time since we’ve eaten. Not what I was expectin’ as a mess, but I reckon it’ll do.” Opening the fridge, he tried his best to hide that his mouth was watering. Jimmy continued to drool.