Vexxed Vex

Disney D&D 5e

If this is still open I would be interested as well, as Ursula a Triton LinD Warlock or CotC Druid.

Redhart Academy: A Fantasy/Horror RP

I'm interested!

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

Just making it clear that I am still interested in this, i was just waiting for my laptop to come back from the shop. Had to fix my keyboard.

Mirror Fantasia - (Multiverse Battle Royale)

Hero Sheet

Szayelaporro Granz

"For inferior beings like you to irritate me to this extent and even force me to fight you at my full strength... Now, THAT is what I would call a 'bad joke'."

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O r i g i n :

Bleach

P e r s o n a l i t y :

Szayelaporro is a meticulous intellectual, the "scientist". He is highly narcissistic and extremely flamboyant, tending to make lewd, disturbing comments about his opponents. Szayelaporro is quite ruthless, cruel, and sadistic, viewing others as little more than research material. He thinks of himself as an actor, treating his battles like theatrical performances, especially when toying with his victims.

Szayelaporro is rather cocky and somewhat unstable, as he has a tendency to laugh maniacally whenever he has the upper hand in a battle.

C l a s s :

Mage

Explanation

Despite technically being a swordsman,Szayel prefers to control and affect his opponents from a distance. He uses his often superior intellect to observe and analyze their strengths and weaknesses before striking.

S t a t s :

STR - C
VIT - B
SPD - C
DEX - D
INT - B
RES - C

T a l e n t s :

Enhanced Strength: Despite his slender appearance, Szayelaporro is deceptively strong

Hierro: The user's energy condenses, creating a steel-hard skin strong enough to block blades. This allows users to confront some of the sword-wielders barehanded. In general, the strength of an individual's Hierro is proportional to the potency of their energy, Hierro is not absolute and opponents can adapt to cut through it, usually by sharpening their own energy.

Swordsman: Despite not having a high melee combat ability, he knows how to use his sword.

S k i l l s :

Sonído - a high-speed movement technique, by focusing one's spiritual energy into their muscles, specifically their legs to move at great speeds. It produces a booming, static sound.

Bala - A technique that fires hardened spiritual pressure. Less powerful than a Cero, but can be successively fired at 20 times the rate.

Cero - The practitioner fires a powerful blast of concentrated spiritual energy at the target. While in most cases it is fired from the mouth, Szayel can fire Cero from his hands, fingers, and most notably the tip of his Zanpakuto.

Gran Rey Cero - By mixing his blood with his spiritual energy, Szayel can create a much larger, much stronger Cero. However, performing this more than twice without a rest drains him dramatically.

Pesquisa - An Arrancar's ability to measure and locate Reiatsu.

S a g a A b i l i t y :

Resurrección: La Lujuriosa - Its release command is Sip. Szayelaporro releases his Zanpakutō by calling out its command and then swallowing it, with a pink glow emitting from his mouth. His body then swells to enormous proportions and releases spiritual energy, which covers his immediate vicinity in a fine mist that slowly clears away as he transforms. In his released form, the lower half of his body becomes a multitude of purple tentacles reminiscent of a sea anemone. His feet extend from under the tentacles, which are then replaced by a layered dress-like garment. His upper torso becomes a segmented and form-fitting gray garment, with white sleeves extending from the elbow and down to a wide opening at the wrist that reveals a purple interior. Three small, dark purple extensions span upward from the elbow, while four long, dark purple strands that look like falling drops hang from the underside of the sleeve itself. His hands turn white, and his fingertips become slightly elongated and purple. His hair gains various purple drop-like strands as well. His Hollow mask takes the form of a headdress that forms a thin band across his forehead, as well as what appears to be half the bottom structure of his Hollow mask "glasses", which is attached on either side of his head by fan-like coverings. His left eye gains purple markings that take the shape of four lines on the top and bottom. He also grows four large, gray branch structures on his back, two on each side, which form a shape similar to the wings of a butterfly. Each branch has twelve equally-spaced red strands that resemble falling drops. These strands can expand out, becoming thicker until they look similar to feathers, giving them the appearance of actual wings like those of a bird. The branches can elongate at will.

Abilities:
El Trasunto - He can unleash a massive amount of black liquid from his back. When droplets of the liquid touch an opponent, a copy is created that uses their own individual abilities against them. Since he releases such a vast amount of the liquid upwards, it is nearly impossible for his opponents to dodge or evade the attack. Szayelaporro occasionally alters these clones' appearances to make them more aesthetically pleasing. When they are defeated, the clones break apart and multiply, adding to their numbers. He can disperse the clones at will, and they seem to have no free will or thoughts of their own.

Teatro de Titere - By grabbing an opponent with one of his "wings" and then spitting them out, one of the strands of his "wings" becomes engorged with purple liquid and then bursts open, creating a small voodoo-like doll that has the victim's likeness. This is caused by his feeding of their energy and using it to create the doll. Any damage done to the doll's internal organs, accessed by taking them apart and removing the organs (with no damage to the original), is done to the original, debilitating them from the inside. The doll's exterior has some effect on the victim, though weaker than the organs. All the organs have their name written on them in Spanish. This only works if he can overpower them somehow, as his wings are fragile.

Gabriel - Szayelaporro's final ability allows him to be reborn if he is injured beyond repair by "impregnating" an enemy. When he has physical contact with the victim, he can implant a portion of himself inside their body. He then "devours" his way out of their body by absorbing all the fluids and chemicals of the victim, like an insect leaving a cocoon or husk. This process is claimed to be fatal to the victim. He matures and develops his body back in a matter of hours to days, depending on how strong his host is, from a liquid-like casing coming from the victim's mouth. Szayelaporro takes great pride in this ability, comparing it to that of a phoenix, pretentiously proclaiming himself a "perfect being" because of it.

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Location: Hillhaven Main Road/Outside Hillside Haven Inn
Interactions: Mirik @ReusableSword, Robert @Searat

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Despite the slight embarrassment caused by his inability to keep his mouth shut, Amara didn't miss a beat at the Lizardman's questions. Instead, choosing to just roll with the punches. This was not the first time he had started a conversation by flirting and would definitely not be the last.

"Well...handsome means attractive, appealing to the eye, usually in a masculine way. I do believe that fits you quite well my reptilian friend." the ravenette drawled huskily before changing his tone to a more teasing one.

"As for why I'm purple...I guess I've eaten a few too many blackberries."

The elf had always loved teasing those that asked about his skin, not many people meet dark elves outside of their underground and cavern settlement and cities. Most choose to stay with their own kind. In fact aside from their homelands, one would normally only see his kind in the larger cities. So Amara reveled in giving false reasons for his unique coloring.

However much the slightly effeminate man wanted to continue teasing the imposing figure in front of him, he couldn't ignore the greetings of the resident lawman.

"And how goes our favorite deputy this morning? Aside from making exotic friends, that is." He said in response, entering what some would call his signature pose with his hip cocked to one side, one arm crossed and the other under his chin.

However, at the mention of Mr. Vayn, the chipper elf grew somber. It had been difficult to prepare the body of the grandfather figure, emotionally at least. It was one of the reasons he had wanted to get a drink or three at Vera's Inn.

"Of course, gramps has been taken care of and is ready for the Wake tomorrow. I put a stasis charm on him so that he keeps until the weekend. Gotta keep the man of the hour in top shape after all." He strained a smile as he spoke, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

Joy is Green

Soft Boi

Name:
_{Brennen Ward}

Age:
₁₆

Appearance:
_{Long, curly Strawbery blonde hair(natural), dyed dark green
Green, almond-shaped eyes
Freckles
5'7
Swimmers build, often hidden in oversized shirts or sweaters.}

Personality:
<sub>With his penchant to smile more often than not as well as his inability to let people suffer more than necessary, most would describe Brennen as a kind, good-hearted young man. His friendly disposition is only aided by his desire to help people, though his habit of butting into other people's business may come off as nosy or rude at times. He is also very concerned with the wellbeing of pokemon, almost the point of obsession. Those who know him well enough usually assume its part and parcel to being related to the Joy family.

Despite his happy demeanor, Brennen is self-conscious about his lack of experience. While most people had gotten their first pokemon around the age of ten, the greenette hadn't done so until recently.</sub>

History:
<sub>Raised in Agate Village by his grandparents, an ornery old fisherman and a retired Nurse Joy, Brennen spent most of his early childhood playing with the few other children, being watched over by his Grandmother's Chansey, and learning how to care for pokemon. While many children would love to be raised in such an environment as he did, many would have found the countless hours spent learning how to identify the difference between the bites of an Arbok vs that of an Ekans. Brennen however, found these subjects fascinating and only ever wanted to know more. This desire to learn about medicine and care for Pokemon did not sit well with his grandfather, however, who insisted that nursing sick pokemon back to help was "Women's work" and that he had never heard or met a male nurse Joy.

While the boy had tried to ignore what his grandfather told him, he couldn't help but notice that it was true. It didn't help that despite having the signature strawberry blonde, seemingly pink, hair of the Joy family he didn't really resemble them. Features just too distinct. In spite of that though, Brennen continued to study what his grandmother would teach him, though his grandfather continued to belittle him to the point of even denying him the chance to receive a Pokemon along with the other children until he "Man UP and decided to challenge gyms like the other boys."

This behavior continued for years until he had had enough and decided to just do as his grandfather said and go after gym badges and face the colosseum. It wasn't long after that a storm hit the village, felling some of the surrounding trees and tearing up some of the foliage that surrounds the village. Aiding with the clean-up, as he was wont to do, Brenned discovered a small young colt with some minor injuries to the neck. It took a while to gain the young pokemon's trust but he managed and upon closer inspection, the blond discovered that the marks were caused by a collar and the poor thing showed signs of abuse. Brennen spent nearly two weeks just caring for the Colt, cleaning and disinfecting the wounds.

Realizing that if it wasn't for his grandmother's teachings, that the horse-like pokemon recovered so well Brennen decided that he was going to start his journey now, whether his grandfather approved of what he did or not.</sub>

Reason for traveling:
_{Having been secluded in Agate village for almost his entire life thus far, Brennen wanted to branch out and travel the region. Discover new things, make new friends; both humans and Pokemon alike.}

Starting Pokemon:
_{Blitzle - Bashful}

Notes:
_{While he has a close relationship with his grandmother he does not like letting people know that he is technically a Joy.
He dyed his hair green mainly to spite his grandfather before leaving
He likes to knit in his free time.}

Shy Zebra - Shybra?

blitzle

Pokemon Nickname:
_Bashful

Pokemon Personality:
_{Like his namesake, Bashful is a shy blitzle. Nervous around most people with the exception of Brennen. He tends to hide behind the greenette when around others however, he is also quick to the young man's defense. Bashful also gets jealous of people and pokemon who catch his trainer's attention.}

History of Pokemon:
_{He was raised in captivity and abused by his owner, he managed to escape by breaking his collar and running away the night of the storm.}

Notes:
_{He still has scars on his neck from the collar but, wears a scarf Brennen made to cover it up.}

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

Character Sheet

Joy is Green

Soft Boi

Name:
_{Brennen Ward}

Age:
₁₆

Appearance:
_{Long, curly Strawbery blonde hair(natural), dyed dark green
Green, almond-shaped eyes
Freckles
5'7
Swimmers build, often hidden in oversized shirts or sweaters.}

Personality:
<sub>With his penchant to smile more often than not as well as his inability to let people suffer more than necessary, most would describe Brennen as a kind, good-hearted young man. His friendly disposition is only aided by his desire to help people, though his habit of butting into other people's business may come off as nosy or rude at times. He is also very concerned with the wellbeing of pokemon, almost the point of obsession. Those who know him well enough usually assume its part and parcel to being related to the Joy family.

Despite his happy demeanor, Brennen is self-conscious about his lack of experience. While most people had gotten their first pokemon around the age of ten, the greenette hadn't done so until recently.</sub>

History:
<sub>Raised in Agate Village by his grandparents, an ornery old fisherman and a retired Nurse Joy, Brennen spent most of his early childhood playing with the few other children, being watched over by his Grandmother's Chansey, and learning how to care for pokemon. While many children would love to be raised in such an environment as he did, many would have found the countless hours spent learning how to identify the difference between the bites of an Arbok vs that of an Ekans. Brennen however, found these subjects fascinating and only ever wanted to know more. This desire to learn about medicine and care for Pokemon did not sit well with his grandfather, however, who insisted that nursing sick pokemon back to help was "Women's work" and that he had never heard or met a male nurse Joy.

While the boy had tried to ignore what his grandfather told him, he couldn't help but notice that it was true. It didn't help that despite having the signature strawberry blonde, seemingly pink, hair of the Joy family he didn't really resemble them. Features just too distinct. In spite of that though, Brennen continued to study what his grandmother would teach him, though his grandfather continued to belittle him to the point of even denying him the chance to receive a Pokemon along with the other children until he "Man UP and decided to challenge gyms like the other boys."

This behavior continued for years until he had had enough and decided to just do as his grandfather said and go after gym badges and face the colosseum. It wasn't long after that a storm hit the village, felling some of the surrounding trees and tearing up some of the foliage that surrounds the village. Aiding with the clean-up, as he was wont to do, Brenned discovered a small young colt with some minor injuries to the neck. It took a while to gain the young pokemon's trust but he managed and upon closer inspection, the blond discovered that the marks were caused by a collar and the poor thing showed signs of abuse. Brennen spent nearly two weeks just caring for the Colt, cleaning and disinfecting the wounds.

Realizing that if it wasn't for his grandmother's teachings, that the horse-like pokemon recovered so well Brennen decided that he was going to start his journey now, whether his grandfather approved of what he did or not.</sub>

Reason for traveling:
_{Having been secluded in Agate village for almost his entire life thus far, Brennen wanted to branch out and travel the region. Discover new things, make new friends; both humans and Pokemon alike.}

Starting Pokemon:
_{Blitzle - Bashful}

Notes:
_{While he has a close relationship with his grandmother he does not like letting people know that he is technically a Joy.
He dyed his hair green mainly to spite his grandfather before leaving
He likes to knit in his free time.}

Shy Zebra - Shybra?

blitzle

Pokemon Nickname:
_Bashful

Pokemon Personality:
_{Like his namesake, Bashful is a shy blitzle. Nervous around most people with the exception of Brennen. He tends to hide behind the greenette when around others however, he is also quick to the young man's defense. Bashful also gets jealous of people and pokemon who catch his trainer's attention.}

History of Pokemon:
_{He was raised in captivity and abused by his owner, he managed to escape by breaking his collar and running away the night of the storm.}

Notes:
_{He still has scars on his neck from the collar but, wears a scarf Brennen made to cover it up.}

Pokemon Colosseum type RP based in the Orre Region

I'm definitely interested I haven't played Colosseum in years and was always intrigued by the region.

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Interactions: @SearatRobert,@reusableswordMirik,@lmpkioVera

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Flora Funeral Home and Mortuary

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There was a sickly sweet scent in the confines of the room, threatening to suffocate its residents if not for the fact that one of them already wasn't breathing. The darker-skinned man examined the corpse on the table carefully, there were no lesions or punctures, nor any significant bruising aside from those under the eyes that spoke of far too many sleepless nights. The larger one on the elderly man's torso notwithstanding as it was an effect of trying to save the man's life. Chest compressions aren't exactly easy on the body.

"Seems age finally caught up to you Mr. Vayn." Came the haughty voice of the purple-skinned male as he stepped away from the table.

It had been roughly half a season since Amara had relocated from the capital to the new town of Hillhaven. Wanting to start his own mortuary practice for a while, this just seemed like the perfect opportunity. It also helped that the area was rich in new and exotic flora that would feed his love for gardening. The elf continued to think about all of the herbs and flowers he had been able to add to his garden as he began to prep the body. Washing, drying and the like. It was only after he finished that he really dug into his work with vigor.

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Hillhaven Main Road

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After completing his work on Thomas Vayn, an older gentleman who had come to Hillhaven to retire and had sadly passed the night previous, Amara decided it was time for a drink. Vayn had been a kind old man, had a habit of treating everyone like they were his own children and grandchildren. He was sure to be missed, by the children most of all. They all loved their honorary grandpa that would spoil them rotten when he could.

Not wanting to dwell on the loss of a member of their small community, the mortician continued on his way toward Vera's. Only to stop in the middle of the road at the sight of a hulking anthropomorphic lizard. He only absently registered Robert and the very woman who's establishment he was heading towards. To say he was surprised would have been like saying a pomps ears were large...redundant. He had heard a tale or two of large draconic people that had hidden away from society but figured it was only a myth or just people misidentifying a wyvern.

And as usual, when Amara was caught off guard, his brain-to-mouth filter disappeared without a trace.

"No one told me we were expecting visitors, I would have prepared better for our handsome new guest." He said with a wink toward the Black Scaled male.

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Amara

Mortician?

Amara Veltras

^{"Poor dear's become worm food...how sad."}

Census Profile

Full Name: _{Amaranthian Veltras - Amara for short}
Age: _{55 - 27 in human years}
Gender: _Male
Race: _Elf
Birthday: _{Aburand, 9}
Job Title: _{full-time Mortician,part-time herbalist}
Residency: _{1/2 season}

Social Profile

Positive Traits: _{Honest; Outspoken ; Loyal}
Negative Traits: _{Blunt; Unapologetic ; Macabre}
Likes: _{Tea, reading, wine, gardening, spiders, magic, his job.}
Dislikes: _{Overly serious people, Hot weather, Brutes, firearms.}
Hobbies: _{Cooking, potion brewing, studying ethical uses for Necromancy.}

^{Heart Meter}

relationships

• Townsfolk 1 - ♥♥♥♥♥
• Townsfolk 2 - ♥♥♥♥♥
• Townsfolk 3 - ♥♥♥♥♥