Zelosse

My Not so Heroic Academia a.k.a. Truly Villainous

I'll join but can you tell me a bit more detail over discord? PM is glitched for me.

Re: Zero: The High Council

No words registered to Belrigger, only the thunder of his own beating heart in his ears. These were intruders and on some level he recognized they had spoken of infiltration, his operation, and the tunnels leading to the bandit hideouts. That would be dealt with when his mind did not scream for blood.

“You will not live to see this place again, nor tell of its location.”

His oath to non-violence would be upheld to the last. No humans or Demis would taste his steel as it ended their lives, of that he would swear again, but the oath didn’t mean he could not restrain the intruders for someone else to finish. In a rush, he put his shoulder down and roared defiance.

Again, Belrigger charged forward. But all Mono had to do to remain standing was anchor his heel behind himself to prevent the brute from throwing him over. He wrapped one of his arms around Belrigger once he got close. Unlike Aer, Mono was far taller and more capable of dealing with a physical attack like this. Belrigger's push forward was only causing the captain to slide backwards at a steady pace. He pointed at Belrigger with his free hand, snapped his fingers, and said: ”Al-Hu-”

The crunch of the Arena bosses hand striking Mono full in the face seemed to echo in the big man’s ears and driving his swing into a far more lethal strike. A man unprepared to take a hit would surely have failed to survive the nearly unrestrained strike, and rather than the pleasure of a firm hit Belrigger could feel something disturbingly wrong with the situation. The shoulder check, the punch, it felt wrong.

Rather than dwell on his gut feeling, another strike came low at Monos stomach, followed by yet another right hook. With his bare hands the Master of the Arena was going to pummel his opponent into submission. Swing after swing probing the enemies mysterious defenses as Belrigger built up to a blow that should shatter the enemies will to fight.

Blow after blow, and Mono still didn't yeild. After knocking his opponent into a daze, Belrigger was left an opening to deliver a mighty uppercut. His ears were assaulted by a loud cracking sound as Mono's jaw exploded. An unexpected side effect of this was a bunch of stone chips tumbling out the bottom of his mask. Mono tumbled backwards into his men, who were able to catch his body. One of the men removed Mono's mask and strapped it onto his own face, revealing the crator in the original mono's head. While it looked very human on the outside, below the skin was nothing but stone. One of the guards hauled Mono's body out of the alleyway, and the masked guard stepped forward.

”Seems this old crow has some tricks, but so do I.” Mono drew a short sword. ”El-huma!” A gray fog bellowed out of the “new” mono before he charged towards Belrigger. The other guards started to draw their own weapons in preparation for the fight.

“A golem?!” Initially shocked by the sophistication of the construct, the moment passed quickly when the reality struck him. This was no human or demi, it was not truly a living creature and thus its destruction would not break his oath. “Before I carve a path through you, answer me: Are you all mindless constructs?” It would be a shame if there was still flesh and bone mingled with the soldiers serving under this fellow.

”Come and find out.” The gray smoke around mono was getting thicker by the second. Such to the point where it was getting harder to see what his other “minions” were doing. But this Mono made his intentions clear. He thrust his short sword straight at Belrigger's chest.

The blade struck true and found no purchase, sliding from the targets chest. The only damage it had done was draw a line of cut fabric where the sharp edge passed. The returning strike was brutality in excess, Belriggers meaty fist struck the soldier with the blade with a right aiming at his shoulder. Even if they were flesh and blood it would be crippling but not fatal. Following up the strike he crouched and rushed again with his shoulder, throwing enough force behind his full body charge to launch the miserable cretin from his path forward. Ever forward.

Belrigger flattened this Mono, and batted the others up against the wall as he pressed through. But he soon felt a burning sensation on his skin. That fog wasn't just a smoke screen, it was poison. Something designed to melt human flesh. Even with his inhuman resistances, he was not impervious to the effects of this acid cloud. It would not melt his skin right away, but he couldn't let himself inhale this foul air.

Belrigger found his progress got slower as the Monos were able to bunch up in the alleyway. He had managed to get himself surrounded, and they latched onto him. Five Monos too hold of his arms, legs, and neck. A sixth mono was holding a war hammer, and looked like he was ready to bring it down on Belrigger's head.

Struggling against the rushing golems, for that was without question what they were, he threw his weight at the heavy golems trying to restrict him. The blessing gave him enormous protections but it was not enough to make him lift tons of stone with his bare hands. Not that he wasn’t putting up a good effort! Again and again he roared, a hand slipping loose for a moment to strike out against the constructs but failing to do little lasting damage until the final golem brought the hammer down.
Square in the forehead with tremendous force, despite the blessing it was still enough to rattle his brain in his skull and bring painful dizziness to the Arena Master. Outmanned it would be difficult to escape before these monsters simply crushed him into oblivion or worse.

In this pit of gladiators, armed with weapons and armor to match their prowess, Belrigger had the advantage still. The Champion Anyon had faced was injured and could not fight but two others had come to the bellowing warcry of their Master while the other conscripts handled the rabble. With the Main entrance blocked by Belrigger and Mono it fell to them to organize the retreat through the vast network of tunnels.
Armed with a warhammer of his own, Auriok the Vast fit his namesake well. A towering human, his arms had remained uncovered to show his impressive muscular form. With a horned helmet covering his face he was the spitting image of a vengeful gladiator as his silver and gold hammer collapsed a Monos hands where it grasped at the Masters.
From the back was the Blackblood. Trained extensively with a longsword and his arrows, he put a heavy barrage through the alleyway. The arrows were quickly made worthless by the nature of his foes but in the tight confines it was all he could do.
Neither knew the nature of the foes they fought quite yet but they would soon come to realize the impressive challenge they posed.

With the grasp on his right hand lessened, Belrigger again bellowed his wordless roar of defiance and struck hard at the construct holding his left hand while Auriok swung at the one holding back the masters neck, aiming to take the head of the enemy clean off.

Belrigger was slowly being freed from the Monos, but that did nothing to push back the thickening poison fog. Belrigger's protection made him rather resistant to its effects, but it was clear that Auriok was not faring as well.

”El-Huma!” It sounded like a mantra, but the remaining eight or seven Monos were all casting the same spell and approaching the fighters. It seemed like with every one that fell, the rest got stronger. Soon there wasn't a group of monos, but a black cloud that completely blocked all light from the other side of the tunnel. A literal fog of death was approaching Belrigger and crew.

Without a strong sense for magic on his own, it was still painfully obvious from the incantations that this was not to be fought against. Every time they smashed a golems arm or rendered it immobile the main host only got stronger bit by bit. A clever man, Belrigger assumed the host body used its own energies to control the complex automatons to mirror a human and when it didn’t have to it simply became stronger in return.
There was a way to beat this thing but not as it was now.

Shaking off Auriok, Belrigger put fingers to his lips and blew a loud shrill whistle. “Call off the guards. Emergency plan Alpha, evacuate the arena. Get the staff out first. Go!”

Auriok and Blackblood took off in a sprint to comply with the masters commands, ushering anyone in their way out. All sense of mystery was abandoned as the highly trained guards began reaching for the elaborate entrystones that revealed a secret tunnel leading to the surface, usually via ladder and a hatchway above. Everywhere you looked there was armored soldiers rushing to comply. Belrigger grudgingly ran through them to the vip area.
An area that connected to a bandit highway smuggling goods. A single thin wire, almost invisble against the shadowed alcove it rested in, released the final trap that served as the masters inevitable escape. The rumble of hundreds of tons of rock splintering was the only warning, the main tunnels exit into the arena proper had been rigged to collapse and seal the pit off. It wouldn’t last against a concerted effort to dig through but it did not have to.
It just had to delay them till everyone could travel the tunnels out.

(Will pretty this up at not 7am)

Re: Zero: The High Council

Mirt, Anyon, Belrigger

Underground arena - FLARING TEMPERS

-In the pit-

Anyon struck out with relentless fury at her opponent. Despite the prize fighter being better armed they were sorely outmatched by the Priestess of Aier Suns unforgiving teachings, her fists hit hard enough to dent the ceramic plates glittering across Gaermins torso in devastating displays of martial skill. To the casual onlooker it would be all to clear of Gaermins fate in the round and it was telling across the bearded visage of Belrigger above, dark lines crossing his face.

Mirt mirrored the big mans look, but only because he had instructed the hotheaded priestess to lose the first round. That girl never listened!

-The fight / Belrigger-

It had all gone downhill so sourly. The losing fight was shame enough but the damn fox was more than some wench looking for coin. Their brazen attitude, the disrespectful tone, even their words meant to placate him had been honeyed with a fine poison and like a fool he had swallowed it up. Worst, perhaps, of all was the patron from the VIP causing a commotion! The two had locked gazes, fox and patron, and sparks hit the powderkeg. Belriggers attention had turned swiftly from the combatants and Mirt to the spectacle before him as it escalated from bad to worse.
Elque, the other demi hostess, was all but forgotten. Free to roam as they pleased. The scowl on his face could sour milk, unable to speak or act as the unfolding drama turned to utter bedlam right under his nose. A bottle smashed into a patron, fists came freely with it as commotion swept up the regulars into an all-out brawl. A whistle came from above, a guard echoing his thoughts, and Belrigger raised his hand in return. It wouldn't take long for his personal guards to flood through the vip gateway into the arena proper and stop the fighting at swordpoint so that just left the nuisances. His march to the main exit, the only exit the riffraff knew of, was barred by brawling patience and his patience had finally worn thin.

Taking two patrons by the neck, Belriggers bellowed warcry echoed across the underways as he tossed or trampled anyone that put themselves between him and the Fox on her insane leap across the arena, a feat of incredible ability in itself, even tossing aside one of his own trained soldiers with a single hand despite the weight of their armor. Never even taking his eyes off that damn Fox.
The tables blocking the exit had been upturned but the two were fighting on the stairs as he charged forward, shoulder down, and smashed his way through the thick wooden obstacle like kindling to stand in the doorway with great heaving breaths.
By now, Lady Vertti was fleeing and some stranger was menacing the Fox with a spear.

His blood was up now. It throbbed behind his eyes, making him flex his meaty hands involuntarily as his boots thundered on the smooth stone. Violence contained only by a sliver of his training, focused entirely on Aer. With Mie still in the workers uniform and Belrigger on the cusp of a meltdown he only recognized a hostess about to be assaulted.

"NO TOUCHING THE STAFF."

At the opposite end of the arena from the kitchens, dozens of armored soldiers in polished steel armor had begun to fan out and put down the rioting crowd. Somewhere in that crowd Mirt was likely picking a fight he was guaranteed to win, Anyon in tow.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

Riko had followed his captain in good faith from the bar fight, having dispensed his own brand of justice to the gap toothed degenerates that called the place home it seemed. That flaming ball of alcohol trick had been disastrously effective in clearing out the shit hole for good. It's blackened shell was likely all that remained as the scarlet pirates had gingerly exited the scene.

So now it was a disgusting swamp that greeted his boots as Riko thumbed the Sapphire☆Star on his swords hilt, half tempted to use its powers to walk over the fetid pool beneath him. Having decided against it, the trudge through was unpleasant as could be. Underneath the tree the captain was perched on he finally spoke up.

"What are you even looking for? This is a bigger dump than the place we burned down."

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

Ill get a post out on sunday/monday at the latest

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

FOOLISH

Words from beyond the veil crackled in Arguths mind the very moment he approached undefended. It had always been his sacred duty to sacrifice himself for the sake of others when needed and it had seemed like this woman needed saving, from themselves mostly. Arrogant as the Pyre Master was, blessed with the ever burning flame, even Arguth could not prepare himself truly for the level of animalistic fury that the cornered female unleashed.

The dagger tore through his ruined chainmail and into the stomach below with impunity, the razored edge cutting thick strips of warm flesh from the Pyre Master with every feral thrust. Only by the endless flames was his entrails preserved from any significant damage as Macy's attempts to further disembowl were met with resistance by the enchantment upon her victims person.
When at last the blade fell from her hands and the fever fled, Arguth spasmed uncontrollably in pain upon the floor, biting back his anguished howls of suffering by will alone.

The twins were quick to extract their butchered Master and drag his downed form into the opposite corner, one applying what little pressure he could to the wound while the other looked at the group with a crestfallen grimace. Duty and honor fought in their hearts and duty had won, demanding they allow Arguth his pace without letting any draw near.
It would take some time but to those with a talent for the mystic arts, Arguths bleeding form now radiated with the swirling red energies of his faiths power as the ritual began.
Blinding heat gradually rose from his downed form eliciting a hiss of pain as the Twin quickly removed his burned fingers from the painful wound. Steam had begun to rise from the wound as the skin took in a violent red beneath the pooling blood. It had only been a few minutes since his injury when the angry slashed flesh on his stomach shriveled as unnatural flames blazed to life across his chest and legs to consume every inch of the Pyre Champion.

At a distance the heat was intolerable, a bonfire of holy flames that turned Arguths useless fleshy wounds to blackened ashe blown away on an unnatural breeze. The flames burned bright and became painful to look at as they scorched the area about his downed form hungrily, uncaringly, forcing the shadowy assassins to flee to where the rest of the group still waited.

Amidst it all was perhaps the most horrible scream they would likely ever hear. Arguths vocal chords were strained to their absolute limit as he loosed one pitiful whine of despair before no voice was left to him.

In a puff of black greasy smoke it was over. In the charred ring of the sacred Pyres passing, Arguth lay prone against the floor. It has taken a colossal amouny of his magic to patch his wounds and the will of his god had shown no mercy to its devout paladin as it burned away useless flesh and blood before heling his gaping stomach wound.
What has once been the twisted ruin of a mans stomach dangling like curtains was once more the soft flesh of a human. Only his armor, glowing red and white with heat as his sword had earlier, was the only damage the fire had brought to him.

Even with the healing having run its course, Arguth was clearly in no shape to continue quite yet. With the utmost care, the twins put their extended finger to their mouths to silently call for quiet before striding close as they dared to Arguth.
When the champion woke, the quest for freedom would resume.

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The shouts of the dieing soldiers far below had long faded when Argus, restored to proper health by his pyromantic blessings from the Eternal Pyre, at last was roused from his heavy slumber. The group had sheltered in the burned out remains of the cell block with the twins taking over the task of night watch as their leader failed to awaken in short order. Without seeing the sun it was difficult to guess how long they had been delayed but rough estimation put it at well over 10 hours.
Outside, daylight was no doubt on the rise.

With the excess time on their hands, the white-suited twins had taken the chance to roam the upper level armory in the wardens office. One had gone all the way up, the other staying behind, and had returned with their weathered armor and their weapons of choice. The wardens personal armory had been sealed shut but few things could keep an Imperial assassin out for long.
Had it not been for the magic-dampening properties of their cells both would have escaped long before.

Arguth groaned as consciousness came to him, rolling onto his elbow and holding his helmet with the other hand. A quick glance around the room brought his memories crashing back in an avalanche of painful realizations from his volatile break-in and subsequent purging of the infected creatures, to his excruciatingly painful self sacrifice to appease the blood hunger of Macy's. It had all been too much and exhausted from overuse of his power, seemed to have collapsed.
Almost idly the Pyre champion ran his iron bound fingers across the flat of his stomach and let out a quiet sigh of relief. The worst was done and he was properly restored. The shattered chainmail was an issue but it would have to wait.

Getting to his feet proved difficult but with the help of the hawk-helmeted twin Arguth was quickly up and moving around, albeit a little stiffly.

"I.." The words came with great difficulty. "We. We have no more time, it would seem." The others were likely just beginning to wake from whatever little sleep they could catch on the ash covered bunks that had survived Arguths fiery invasion. "Rouse the others. The Warden has been idle too long and I fear it may be too late."

The silent twins were quick on their task. With a gentle hand they roused each member of the mercenary crew, along with Hawk. Hooking a thumb and gesturing behind them it was clear what they meant. Taking a small bit of rations they shared a quiet breakfast of sorts while Arguth, sword in hand, dismantled the last part of the barricaded doors. The runic trappings placed on his march up from the lower levels had been left untested.

The edge of the Pyre devotee's sword had turned white from heat, eager to burn away the infection that was spreading.

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LEVEL 3

The group came upon what had clearly been a blockade of sorts as they approached the lowest levels. Massive glassteel bay windows, their once pristine surfaces coated in blood and black soot, were uncracked on every level. The Wardens troops had held their ground for hours against a relentless enemy and from the looks of it, their protections had held. Dozens of the insect menace were piled outside the reinforced bars of the walkway leading into absolute darkness below.
Despite the intact defenses, no soldiers remained. Corpses belonged only to the disfigured remains of the enemy that had failed to reanimate. Without them it would have almost been peaceful to stand before the total oblivion looming beneath their feet. Unlike the higher levels the bottom 3 floors were mostly mass holding cells. Common thugs, theives, minor criminals, hundreds could be packed into this gigantic prison. Men shipped from the capital to await punishment or conscription, redemption as fodder for the engines of war.

All that remained now was the stench of death and an incessant buzzing. Hundreds upon hundreds of buzzing wings, some large and many quite small, bounced back to the parties ears.

"Halt." With an upraised fist, Arguth held his smoldering weapon like a torch before him and inched closer to the stairway creeping into oblivion. The way down was gargantuan in size, wide enough to hold 5 grown adults shoulder to shoulder with room to spare. Along the floor, the walls, encroaching on the upper levels, was a disgusting mass of unknown origin. Like living corruption it was spreading to the blood and corpses of victims from the mutant infection, likely something the hellions vomited up to expand their newly developed hive.

Arguth struck his sword through the disgusting mess and felt the shudder rock through the building as the entirety of the disgusting hive wriggled in soundless pain.

"Weapons up!"

Senses alive with magic he felt them stir. Over 100 of the former soldiers and convicts of this prison, mutated into hellish insect forms complete with probuscis, antennae, and even quadruple sets of flat insect wings, reacted to the threat to the hive with instantaneous fury. The slaps of flesh and chitin on the staircase created wet squelching noise as they stomped up the creeping hives body to strike in defense.

The closest to the enemy, but drained of a great deal of magic, Arguth shouted his warcry to gods. Blessed by the endless Pyre his words turned to flame, catching the mouth of the staircase in a sudden burst of fire. The mucousy hive walls resisted the spread of holy fire as the invaders crested the last flight of stairs in a ravenous tide.

[/center]Kill or be Killed! T

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

I just aint had time but im here for the long ride.

Cuz noodles is my boi

Re: Zero: The High Council

Belrigger turned his nose up at Mie in what could only be considered an act of disapproval. A man of his status did not need nor want companionship from a worker, believing it would stain themselves more than anything.

Laying a heavy hand on her shoulder he guided the woman away from his personage with dignity for both of them. Above all else, Belrigger could be trusted never to use force on a lady.

“Leave us.” He whispered, moving forward to the now open end of the arena. Down below, Anyon and the 3rd ranked champion were taking their positions.

Clearing his throat, his voice rang loud across the vast cavern and drew all eyes. Mirt stood imperiously beside the other man like a statue.

“Patrons! A challenger comes as always looking to rob poor old Belrigger of his coin.” the crowd, most familiar with the showmanship, gave a jeer Anyons way. “Alas, my pride as the proprietor of these grounds demands the challenge be met with suitable ferocity.” to this the crowd cheered. “You know him well. I give you my sword bearer, Gaermin! Third of my roster!”
The roar of applause was deafening. All around them patrons were exploding with cheer as they banged tankards on tables and chairs as the name elicited a tremendous show of respect and recognition.

Waving them down until he could speak, Belrigger turned to the diminutive Anyon standing in the sandpit below and began to announce the challenger.

"Tsk~" Mie clicked her tongue. Well, it wouldn't be fun if this job was easy. The fox let herself be led away, showing no initial resistance to the denial. What she wasn't happy was though, that he seemed to think her a common worker. Now that, that wouldn't do at all. Walking back over to Belrigger as he introduced the fighter, Mie grabbed a loaf of bread from a nearby table. She had to make a scene here, and if her previous one wasn't quite enthralling enough, she just needed to do something a bit more audacious.

With a silent step, Mie approached Belrigger from behind, only to twirl around to his front just as he began speaking again, shoving the piece of bread in his mouth just as he opened it.

"Would you shut up already? Your voice sound like a drunk wolf trying to mate with a feline." She twirled around, hopping back up onto a nearby table before kicking him right in the face and likely sending him tumbling to the floor. "Let this little fox show you how to make a scene."

"Heyo everyone! I'd apologize for the interruption, but I think we can all agree that my voice is ten times better than that crotchety old man by the name of Belrigger." She laughed lightly, her voice carrying well across the arena despite her smaller size. "So no, I'm not sorry as you get to hear my ever so sultry tones. So lets try this again! You all know Gaermin! Big strong - and incredibly sexy man if I do say so myself, heh - he don't need much more of an introduction. So who has the balls, the audacity, the moxie to stand against one of the arena's best?"

A pause.

"Introducing, Anyon! Seriously what kind of name as that - fuck if I know - and what claims to fame she might have? No idea! She certainly isn't winning any beauty awards unlike yours truly. Any fighting accomplishments? Psssht, nah. The only thing this foreigner has to her name is the record of falling over and not being able to get up." Regardless of how the crowd was reacting, Mie continued. "And yet here she has the audacity to challenge the Arena's best! Boy this oldie has some nerve! Gotta give her credit for that at least, heh! We all know how this is gonna end folks!"

Coughing and sputtering, the arena Lord pounded at his chest with a heavy fist as the sudden gluten assault clogged his mouth. Belrigger was a strong man, stronger than most, with his own honed battle senses but this had been the height of disrespect from his own staff. Something he had never thought to anticipate. With a growl as Mie finished her rousing speech (much to the applause of the patrons), Belrigger at last dislodged the hefty slice of bread and spat the mouthful to the ground.
Rage filled his seething visage.

A roar and he charged, a sweeping grasp that swooped up the talkative fox in his arms as he brought her high above him to rest on his ample shoulders as he bellowed with anger turned to mirth, joyously heaving his chest in a laughter that took him fully under its spell.

“The fox has fangs! GIVE IT UP FOR ANYON!”

Hoisting the girl was effortless, her struggle would only result in a tightening of his herculean grip about her thighs. If the bloody woman wanted the spotlight and the attention of those snobs in the vip area so badly then she would have it.
Sweeping his hand, all eyes not focused on the womans skirt fell to the arena floor where both combatants had begun to circle.

The first swing was enough to draw all eyes to the spectacle, leaving Belrigger and his new friend to relative peace. Mirt had given his full attention to standing as tall as possible as they presided over the fight.

Belriggers whisper was filtered through gritted teeth as he spoke for Mies ears only. “Pull that stunt again and I’ll have YOU down in the pit. Or worse.” Craning his neck, Belriggers stare took in Elque with an alarming calm. “Maybe someone else should take your place.”

The next event would be interesting indeed.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

With little else to do that was worth doing, Riko gave a wistful shrug and fell to the deck flat on his feet with a whisper of rustling leather and cloth, falling into step behind the captain as willow tagged along.
Together the three had cut a path through the pirate town as willow, who refused to hide in the cloak if Riko wore it, stole every little bauble they stimbled across. As pirates themselves he knew there shouldn't have been a moral problem with it but the scrappy swordsman still felt it was properly wrong somehow.

At last the bar was around them and, in usual fashion, Riko shadowed the captain in silence while doing his best to look inconspicuous. A task he failed at. When Willows presence started the bar fight, Rikos smile was well hidden behind his headgear.

Two quick strides had him to the bar counter where a surly patron was fumbling with their swordbelt. Disorientated from the alcohol, Riko took the man with ease as he smashed their head into the dirty counter knocking them senseless and shattering a few bottles in the process.
Perfect.
The swordsman wanted this one to be felt and seen.

"Sapphire☆Star!"

Thumbing the gemstone, water rose from behind the bar from various buckets and barrels to sweep across the glass-strewn counter and beyond. With the various shards of broken bottles poking out from the thin wet surface, Riko leapt over the nearest table, fists swinging.
Behind him came a whirlwind of sharp glass shards in a tight ball of spinning water floating through the air. A flick of his hand sent the ball into a mans chest, tearing open his shirt and skin below it very painfully.

By the gods but he loved a bar fight!

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Rockstar to-be

Image reference

Haruto, Kaito

"Music is power so trust in the rhythm!"

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Age: 15
Heigh: 6feet
Weight: 155 pounds

Quirk: POWER CHORDS - Stimulates body and minds with the power of music.

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Description: Haruto is a deeply passionate individual with a splash of social anxiety who often doodles on his arms and legs with permanent marker (thus the 'tattoos') to pass the time and ease his mind from the hustle and bustle of school and home, where despite only being a teenager has become a solo act of self care and self reliance. A bit of a rebel to his parents whom he never sees much, Haruto is determined to make it without them and gives his all to acing tests and practicing various instruments. Most of such are donated by a local store owner who had begun teaching Haruto when their quirk manifested.

On the topic of social anxiety, his fear of singing is only when Haruto is aware of himself even singing as the young man is particularly prone to singing single verses of his favorite songs whenever anybody says something that reminds him of one. As for music he has written by himself, most are described as 'ear bleeding at best'.

Miscellaneous: Can play just about any musical instrument. Keeps a flute on his person at all times. Dislikes the taste of oranges. Thinks skirts are 'too much trouble'. Enjoys wearing leather jackets and styling his hair in a mohawk from time to time. Big fan of musicals. Once fought a stray dog to reclaim his shoe but ended up losing both shoes and the hem of his pants.

Blessed Machine Spirit

The machines speak to me, all I do is translate the message..

Name: Senshi, Mako
Age: 15
Height: 5"4'.
Weight: 200lbs (metal pieces)

Build: Mako is a very slim build, strong for his age but nothing special about his physique. What is eye catching is the prosthetic arm(s) he has, designed at first to be simple before developing into a multipurpose tools build into the fingers and hollow wrist. Screwdrivers, drills, a knife, welding torch, saw, any number of creations can be swapped out based on the days needs. Multiple arms have been manufactured, and Mako has modified them all, to be of use.

Quirk: Integration - can fuse his body with machine parts and metal, like prosthetic arms, and control them completely without the need for advanced cybernetic installations. While fused, Mako receives diagnostic reports on all parts of the fused hardware and 'speaks' to it. The more complicated the machine the stronger the 'spirit'.

Description: Hard working, non-confrontational, friedly, and dedicated to his work, Mako is reasonably talented at making repairs to machines and gadgets but lacks the creativity to make and design his own from scratch. While his body is very frail compared to your average teenager, they excel at intricate craftwork and detailing metalwork along with hardware creation and maintenance. Using his Quirk it is his expertise in upgrading functionality of hero gadgets of all kinds that makes him a desirable assistant to the more creative support class students.
Due to a lack of his own creativity they were overlooked for support courses at more prominent schools.

Miscellaneous: Birth defect had him raised with no right arm until the age of 6. Two smaller metallic arms fused to his left and right shoulder operating from a small powercell on his back. The arms themselves are very thin and operate minor tasks or hold objects for him (Nothing exceeding 25+ pounds).