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Rangers

Location: Power Rangers HQ
Interactions: Everyone

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Vallory gave a little thumbs up towards Clint. "Cool. That's good to know." She said. She was piecing this interesting dynamic together pretty quickly. There was clearly a lot of love between the Power Rangers but, they also hadn't hung out in a while. The fact that the Blue Ranger, Jordan, was sticking around proved that she might only be angry because she cares so much. Which was...nice. Vallory just hoped that Jordan didn't start caring about her too quickly. Vallory wasn't sure she could handle that much emotion thrown her way.

Vallory raised her eyebrows and proudly jutted out her lower lip at Ross's compliments. "Hmm. Well. Thanks, Ross." She shifted her weight onto one leg and put a hand on her hip, and flexed the other arm. "Queen of the castle." She tittered, leaning forward and slapping her hands together. Those two compliments particularly bolstered her confidence. Ross was basically saying she was Power Ranger material. Imagine that! Power Ranger material! That helped ease her doubts. She was apparently so qualified she was making Ross have doubts just by being in the same room as him. It was quite the boost to her ego.

When she thought about that last part a little longer, her empathy kicked in. "Don't sell yourself short, Ross. I think you'd make great Power Ranger material. You're super nice, and good with kids. And...you care. A lot." She tried and failed not to look down at Ross' hands which had been busted up earlier.

"And, like, heart is what really matters. The suit can turn anyone into a badass. This is like, Captain America stuff, y'know?" She tapped her chest. She glanced over at Sloane and screwed her mouth up to the side.

When Sloane spoke, she found herself in agreement with him. It didn't really matter whether or not her suit fit. Jordan asked her questions next, and, man, she didn't want to be rude, but she seriously didn't care about the landlord situation. She also didn't care about why Druidon were back, or what Charlie was up too in her apparent absence.

"Yeah, I'm- I'm with Sloane on this one. I think everyone who wants to suit up should suit up, everyone else goes home." She nervously punched the palm of her other hand a few times. "I'm ready to roll. Like, right now. I don't care if I'm only a Power Ranger long enough to get those people back. I can fight." She held up the Power Crystal. "I got this thingy. I'm all...synced up to the Morph Zone, or whatever. Let's go." She looked back at the Pink Ranger suit. She tapped the Power Crystal against the glass. She tried to find a way to open the pod, be it an obvious handle or seam or some kind.

Rangers

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Sammy

「 ❤ "Dude, it's just like...where are we? Y'know?" 」



Name → Samantha Goldhill
Nicknames → Sam, Sammy
Age → 17
Birthdate → 06-20-2000
Height/weight → 5'4, 120 lbs

. Sleepy . Goofball . Sentimental . Storyteller . Spiritual . Distracted .

A perpetually tired young woman who somehow manages to be a bundle of sunshine nonetheless. Though there might not be a smile on her lips, there's always one in her eyes. She's never afraid to bare her god damn soul to the entire world. Sammy usually doesn't raise her voice or get into arguments. She's quiet, but by no means shy or introverted. Sam can probably get along with just about anyone, as long as they aren't like, straight up evil.

Sam is either tired or fully involved and attentive. Sometimes even both. This inconsistency usually means her grades are slipping. She doesn't really sleep, she only takes long naps.

Prone to pseudo-meaningfull proverbs about the universe. Sam wants to get to know everyone. She has a bizarre wisdom about her and a trustworthyness. She loves art and the simple things in life. Sometimes her thoughts can get a bit scrambled and she becomes noticeably more distant and forgetful. Usually she sorts her thoughts out in a journal. It's locked, and she has multiple keys for the diary.

. Dreaming . Humanity . Nature .
. First impressions . Close-mindedness . Arguments .
. Smoker . Dances to music only she can hear . Not afraid .

Spells → Sparks- Sammy cracks her knuckles and her hands spark. She's granted the strength of ten men. Her strikes can have an explosive quality. Time to focus.

Permanent Fixture- Sam grinds her heel into the dirt and becomes as durable as steel. Flames dance behind her eyes and she becomes hot to the touch. She's not tired anymore.

Firebreak- Sammy can absorb and put out fire that is near her instantly. Doing so increases her strength. This fire can also be let loose out of her body at a short range, but considerable velocity. The fire she absorbs is let off as steam over time. The more fire she's absorbed the more effective her other abilities become.

Weaknesses → As well as having to activate her powers with brief hand actions, the more she uses them, her mental health can deteriorate. It's not a linear progression, she can operate at full power for a decent amount of time. But eventually she starts to slip. Until she gets some rest she can become increasingly forgetful and tired until she becomes essentially useless. Before that happens there's also a brief period of time where she becomes a little too hyperactive.

One Vice- Sammy doesn't think she's addicted to cigarettes. She is.

TRIVIA → Sam lives with her single hippy father, Lance, in a little house on the outskirts of town. Growing up poor, Sam's used to turning boredom into entertainment. Her mother passed away when she was little. She picked up the smoking habit when she was 15. She tries only to smoke in nature, and usually when she's alone. She always takes care to discard them carefully.

Sammy walks around town frequently by herself. At day or in the middle of the night, schoolday or weekend. Around the outskirts. She peeks into buildings she's not really supposed to be in. Whenever she can afford it, she's a regular at The Sunflower, a cozy little coffee shop. Coffee can keep her up when she wants to be up, and she likes doing it more than smoking.

Patches up her own clothes when they get damaged, likes to wear baggy stuff and jackets. More pockets the better. Takes her shoes off constantly, especially when she gets near the beach.

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Sammy

「 ❤ "Dude, it's just like...where are we? Y'know?" 」



Name → Samantha Goldhill
Nicknames → Sam, Sammy
Age → 17
Birthdate → 06-20-2000
Height/weight → 5'4, 120 lbs

. Sleepy . Goofball . Sentimental . Storyteller . Spiritual . Distracted .

A perpetually tired young woman who somehow manages to be a bundle of sunshine nonetheless. Though there might not be a smile on her lips, there's always one in her eyes. She's never afraid to bare her god damn soul to the entire world. Sammy usually doesn't raise her voice or get into arguments. She's quiet, but by no means shy or introverted. Sam can probably get along with just about anyone, as long as they aren't like, straight up evil.

Sam is either tired or fully involved and attentive. Sometimes even both. This inconsistency usually means her grades are slipping. She doesn't really sleep, she only takes long naps.

Prone to pseudo-meaningfull proverbs about the universe. Sam wants to get to know everyone. She has a bizarre wisdom about her and a trustworthyness. She loves art and the simple things in life. Sometimes her thoughts can get a bit scrambled and she becomes noticeably more distant and forgetful. Usually she sorts her thoughts out in a journal. It's locked, and she has multiple keys for the diary.

. Dreaming . Humanity . Nature .
. First impressions . Close-mindedness . Arguments .
. Smoker . Dances to music only she can hear . Not afraid .

Spells → Sparks- Sammy cracks her knuckles and her hands spark. She's granted the strength of ten men. Her strikes can have an explosive quality. Time to focus.

Permanent Fixture- Sam grinds her heel into the dirt and becomes as durable as steel. Flames dance behind her eyes and she becomes hot to the touch. She's not tired anymore.

Firebreak- Sammy can absorb and put out fire that is near her instantly. Doing so increases her strength. This fire can also be let loose out of her body at a short range, but considerable velocity. The fire she absorbs is let off as steam over time. The more fire she's absorbed the more effective her other abilities become.

Weaknesses → As well as having to activate her powers with brief hand actions, the more she uses them, her mental health can deteriorate. It's not a linear progression, she can operate at full power for a decent amount of time. But eventually she starts to slip. Until she gets some rest she can become increasingly forgetful and tired until she becomes essentially useless. Before that happens there's also a brief period of time where she becomes a little too hyperactive.

One Vice- Sammy doesn't think she's addicted to cigarettes. She is.

TRIVIA → Sam lives with her single hippy father, Lance, in a little house on the outskirts of town. Growing up poor, Sam's used to turning boredom into entertainment. Her mother passed away when she was little. She picked up the smoking habit when she was 15. She tries only to smoke in nature, and usually when she's alone. She always takes care to discard them carefully.

Sammy walks around town frequently by herself. At day or in the middle of the night, schoolday or weekend. Around the outskirts. She peeks into buildings she's not really supposed to be in. Whenever she can afford it, she's a regular at The Sunflower, a cozy little coffee shop. Coffee can keep her up when she wants to be up, and she likes doing it more than smoking.

Patches up her own clothes when they get damaged, likes to wear baggy stuff and jackets. More pockets the better. Takes her shoes off constantly, especially when she gets near the beach.

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Sammy

「 ❤ "Dude, it's just like...where are we? Y'know?" 」



Name → Samantha Goldhill
Nicknames → Sam, Sammy
Age → 17
Birthdate → 06-20-1999
Height/weight → 5'4, 120 lbs

. Sleepy . Goofball . Sentimental . Storyteller . Spiritual . Distracted .

A perpetually tired young woman who somehow manages to be a bundle of sunshine nonetheless. Though there might not be a smile on her lips, there's always one in her eyes. She's never afraid to bare her god damn soul to the entire world. Sammy usually doesn't raise her voice or get into arguments. She's quiet, but by no means shy or introverted. Sam can probably get along with just about anyone, as long as they aren't like, straight up evil.

Sam is either tired or fully involved and attentive. Sometimes even both. This inconsistency usually means her grades are slipping. She doesn't really sleep, she only takes long naps.

Prone to pseudo-meaningfull proverbs about the universe. Sam wants to get to know everyone. She has a bizarre wisdom about her and a trustworthyness. She loves art and the simple things in life. Sometimes her thoughts can get a bit scrambled and she becomes noticeably more distant and forgetful. Usually she sorts her thoughts out in a journal. It's locked, and she has multiple keys for the diary.

. Dreaming . Humanity . Nature .
. First impressions . Close-mindedness . Arguments .
. Smoker . Dances to music only she can hear . Not afraid .

Spells → Sparks- Sammy cracks her knuckles and her hands spark. She's granted the strength of ten men. Her strikes can have an explosive quality. Time to focus.

Permanent Fixture- Sam grinds her heel into the dirt and becomes as durable as steel. Flames dance behind her eyes and she becomes hot to the touch. She's not tired anymore.

Rise like the Sun- Sammy falls asleep and her wounds heal overnight. Get that sleep schedule sorted.

Weaknesses → As well as having to activate her powers with brief hand actions, the more she uses them, her mental health can deteriorate. It's not a linear progression, she can operate at full power for a decent amount of time. But eventually she starts to slip. Until she gets some rest she can become increasingly forgetful and tired until she becomes essentially useless. Before that happens there's also a brief period of time where she becomes a little too hyperactive.

One Vice- Sammy doesn't think she's addicted to cigarettes. She is.

TRIVIA → Sam lives with her single hippy father, Lance, in a little house on the outskirts of town. Growing up poor, Sam's used to turning boredom into entertainment. Her mother passed away when she was little. She picked up the smoking habit when she was 15. She tries only to smoke in nature, and usually when she's alone. She always takes care to discard them carefully.

Sammy walks around town frequently by herself. At day or in the middle of the night, schoolday or weekend. Around the outskirts. She peeks into buildings she's not really supposed to be in. Whenever she can afford it, she's a regular at The Sunflower, a cozy little coffee shop. Coffee can keep her up when she wants to be up, and she likes doing it more than smoking.

Patches up her own clothes when they get damaged, likes to wear baggy stuff and jackets. More pockets the better. Takes her shoes off constantly, especially when she gets near the beach.

Peppermint never WIP

「 ❤ "Wicked." 」



Name → Mandy Page
Nicknames → Minty
Age → 17
Birthdate → 12-22-1999
Height/weight → 5'4, 117 pounds

. Quiet . Chill . Distracted . Sarcastic . All or nothing leaning towards nothing . Spiritual .

Minty is a very quiet girl, but she isn't a shy one. She's a girl of few words, preferring to do action instead. When she gets around to it, that is...Minty is usually pretty lethargic. She has low grades and low attendance rates. But whenever Minty does find something that interests her she tends to fixate on it, becoming obsessed until it runs its course. Other than that, she tends to get distracted pretty easily.

Minty is religious and spiritual, believing in things like destiny and forces outside human comprehension. Religious texts and philosophy are something she likes learning about and tend to be the thing she returns too most often.

When she does elect to speak, it may come in the form of a joke or dry witticism. But usually, she lets her body language and general mood do the talking. Minty is an excellent judge of character and, when people are around her it feels like they can be themselves. She has this strange wiseness about her thats hard to pinpoint.



. Weird and Modern Art . Cigarattes, Alcohol, and Bubblegum . Sleeping .
. Dishonesty . Buzzkills . Schoolwork .
. Non-existant sleep schedule . Covered in tattoos . Unsettling levels of eye contact .

Spells → Vanguard: Mandy cracks her knuckles, granting her the strength of ten people.

Bulwark: Mandy stomps the ground twice, and her body becomes as durable as steel.

Sleep it Off: Mandy goes to sleep, and her wounds regenerate over night.

Weaknesses → Burning at Both Ends: The more power Minty uses at once, the more her mental health deteriorates. She becomes distracted, forgetful, and tired, until the next morning. Do too much and she might just pass out.

Vices: Mindy thinks she has drinks and smokes responsibly. In a lot of ways, she does. Though she doesn't realise it, if she goes for too long without either of those things she starts to experience withdrawals.

TRIVIA →

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Oh, dang. Was almost done with a first draft of a peppermint. Alright, I'll try to come up with a sunflower character. Might be tomorrow or the day after.

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Ahoy there, saw this RP. Think it looks pretty cool so I'll be submitting a character and trying to get in. :)

Possible JJBA themed RP

i like jojo

World of Light

Level 4: 38/40
Location: Shippy --> Fruit Finders
Word Count: 521
Points Gained: ? + 20
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 19/50 Level up!

Sakura nodded, and then got a little excited. "Then he's probably alive! Those cats must have saved him!" The teenager exclaimed. It faded a little, though, as she anxiously rubbed the back of her head. She brought a hand up to the bow in her hair and her cat ears. "Man...I guess they can't save everyone, huh? Even if they're super good at their jobs." She held her bandana between two fingers and then rubbed at a back part of her hair that was still a little wet from her ocean dive.

Letting her arms swing, Sakura let some air out from between her lips. Now what?

Her eyes widened in genuine surprise as she saw Geralt absorb the spirit of the Harbor Demon. He grew, and grew, and grew, until he was ten feet tall, and Sakura found herself staring upwards. At onlt 5'2, the Witcher was now easily double her height.

"Wuhhh-" Sakura made an unflattering confused noise. Now he looked even weirder than Bowser. Geralt looked like a normal human before, and now he looked like...a giant? A pale giant. Wow he was tall.

"Umm. Well. Okay." Sakura said awkwardly. "Boy. Um. Well." She gave an awkward thumbs up. "Do you think we'll still be able to like, talk and stuff?" She asked. She ended up looking over at Luigi, who Link pointed out as Mario's brother. Luigi and Mario, from Mario Brothers. Apparantly, Luigi was kind of a jerk, and also, in a different costume from when she saw him at Alcamoth. Weird.

She perked up. "Well- good luck with your...transformation, Mr. Geralt. I'm gonna go help everybody find food. I'm actually pretty good at it." She had lots of experience surviving in the country side. It was actually pretty fun. She understood why most people didn't want to do it, but with her fighting skills she could pretty safely travel the world without getting put into real danger.

Sakura hopped over the side of the boat and landed in the water.

She literally gigggled like a school girl when she saw Link's shenanigans, but she skimmed on, trying to catch up with Peach and the rest of the potential foraging party. "Oop! Hold on!" Sakura rushed off at impressive speed back to the landed Atomos.

"Hi again Bella," she said as she ran by, into the Atomos. There she found her trusty student bag waiting for her by one of the seats. Picking it up she carried it with her as she sprinted to meet with the foraging party.

"I used to keep homework in here. But it's all gone, now. So, only room for fruit and stuff!" She opened the student bag- clearly meant for paperwork. She held it out towards Peach and the others. The inside was stained with various colorful splotches that had accrued as she carried it on her journey from the Forbidden Kingdom to find Ryu. Such a long journey had only ended yesterday afternoon. There was actually some berries of some kind in there already. Warm, dusty, squashed berries.

Rangers

Location: Power Rangers HQ
Interactions: Everyone

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Clint's Power Morpher made Vallory smile. It was a honor to see one so close. She casually continued to play with the Power Crystal, not embarassed by her very practical testing of the power crystal. It didn't taste like anything. "Heya, Clint. My name's Vallory." She answered Clint simply. Someone was screaming, and Vallory became alerted.

She turned around and saw Ross with bloodied hands, and she frowned. "Jesus, Ross. Are you okay?"

Sloane made some jerk-ass douchebag comment again, but before Vallory could say anything the Blue Ranger, Jordan, popped the fuck off in a way that was pretty scary. And also a little disappointing, especially when she started yelling at the Green Ranger, too. She wasn't sure what she expected the Power Rangers to act like, but it wasn't this. Weren't they supposed to be friends?

The Purple Ranger calmed everything down, kind of. Vallory wasn't sure if she was mad at her, too? Even though the Power Crystal was fine, she found herself wiping it off with her tied up Starshine t-shirt anyway. But, whatever. If it had been secretly candy she would have looked really smart.

"I got my own car. I'll meet you there." Vallory said, surprising herself with how calm she was.

As Vallory crouched into her simple black car, she pulled her phone out of the back of her jean pocket. Yes, they were mens jeans. Whatever. She texted her parents to let them know she was okay since they would undoubtedly find out about this event soon enough. If she was going to be disappearing on some secret mission she would need her parents to know she was okay.

Flicking the pink Starshine rearview mirror ornmanet for good luck, Vallory followed the pick-up truck out of the community center and apparently, to her new homebase.

As she drove, she briefly considered what she was doing. Was this really happening? Her life had suddenly taken a drastic turn from it's previous trajectory. But as someone who believed in destiny, she reframed this turn of events. This was always her fate, she just hadn't known it. Besides...it made sense. Deep down she might have been waiting for something like this. All she had ever wanted to do was help people. To be a hero. She played the face, the hero, in the ring, to satisfy that part of herself. Now it was real. That was that, she supposed. Vallory Vance was the new Pink Ranger.

It looked like they were holed up in an old GENESIS HQ. Strange, but, it worked. This implied the old base wasn't available anymore. And Vallory hadn't seen any of the other Rangers. And given that Red, Black, and Pink were available colors...there were only so many conclusions to be drawn. It was all too much to thoroughly process right now. Vallory would just have to take these issues as they came up. If she got overwhelmed, she'd be no used to anyone.

Once inside, Vallory decided to try and focus on the hype factor. At the same time, she really wanted to go save her friend and the other hostages.

Still rolling the Power Crystal between her hands, Vallory walked over to the pod with the Pink Ranger suit. Running a hand over the glass, being this close to the Pink Ranger, was a strange feeling. Because now she was the Pink Ranger? Compartmentalize, Vallory! Compartmentalize. Don't think about it too hard. Just rush headlong into it like you always do. It's worked out for you so far, hasn't it?

"Uhm," Vallory raised a hand. "Ms. Charlie- Purple Ranger- Ms-, uh." Her voice was too quiet. She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry. This is- this is a huge honor, by the way. It's just-"

"Will the Pink Ranger suit automatically...change sizes?" Her head was well above that of the previous Pink Ranger's height. "I'm okay with wearing tight outfits but..." She trailed off.