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Post by Pancakes on Jul 1, 2023 18:07:43 GMT
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Post by Pancakes on Jul 1, 2023 17:55:29 GMT
I'm looking forward to seeing Jojo get into some HAIRY situations! Have fun!
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[div align="center"][div][div align="center"][font size="1"]credits to @rx for the template[/font][/div]
[attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header1"]JoJo[/div][img alt="" src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9494b27b44898b71ffb11583c6cd0752/tumblr_nune7drTJ61rn2chmo1_r1_540.gif" style="max-width:100%;"]
[div][attr="class","header2"]OVERVIEW[/div]
[b]» NAME:[/b] Josephine Dobson
[b]» AGE:[/b] 20
[b]» BIRTHDATE:[/b] 11/12
[b]» SIGN:[/b] Scorpio
[b]» GENDER:[/b] Female — She/They
[b]» SEXUALITY:[/b] big gay
[b]» AFFILIATION:[/b] Student, Hero Department
[b]» ALIAS :[/b] JoJo
[b]» OCCUPATION:[/b] Mechanic
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY[/div][img style="max-width:100%;" src="https://media.tenor.com/sCrIW1khzbIAAAAC/miyuki-ayukawa-basquash.gif"]
[table style="width:450px;"][tbody][tr][td style="padding:3px;"][b]» POSITIVE TRAITS:[/b][blockquote][b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Cheerful
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Generous
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Forgiving
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Brave
[/blockquote][/td][td style="padding:3px;"][b]» NEGATIVE TRAITS:[/b][blockquote][b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Reckless
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Hypocrite
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Mayopic
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Bad speller
[/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:3px;"][b]»LIKES:[/b][blockquote][b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Video Games
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Thicc Steaks
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] TV, the oldies..
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Memes
[/blockquote][/td][td style="padding:3px;"][b]»DISLIKES:[/b][blockquote][b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Cleaning her room
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Tofu
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] authority ew
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Compromise
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JoJo's a fun-loving, trusting adventurer who likes to live day by day moment to moment. You aren't living a good life unless you're helping people, taking care of those you love, and getting in a good laugh every ten minutes or so. She tries not to hold grudges even if she is initially fuming and prone to violence but it's a matter of time and steaks. An easy way to her heart is a good heart steak.
If JoJo were a sunny flower bed, then JoJo’s second face, Samson — god help you, if you’re privileged enough to learn his name — would be a haunted cavern. There’s no mistake that these two are different people. He’s not a genius by any means, but his social awareness eclipses JoJo. While she is gullible and easy to trick, Samson can tell when people are pulling the wool over their eyes.
Though it rarely happens, one would be surprised to find that Samson has a peculiar sense of humor. It’s rather morbid and dark, and sometimes the thoughts slip out of JoJo’s mouth instead. When that happens, you might hear him laugh.
Samson is the reason for the ‘three-strike system’. He’s cunning, determined, and dissatisfied with the world. The world took their mother away from them and was why he had to grow up to take care of JoJo. Where were the cops? Where were the heroes? He loves his little sister and will take care of her until the end, but the world has to change if she’s to truly be safe.
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE[/div][img src="https://media.tenor.com/pdWDxh8PT8EAAAAC/miyuki-ayukawa-basquash.gif" style="max-width:100%;"]
[b]» HEIGHT:[/b] 5'
[b]» WEIGHT:[/b] 135 lbs
[b]» EYE COLOR:[/b] Violet
[b]» HAIR COLOR:[/b] Brown
[b]» SKIN COLOR:[/b] Brown
[b]» FACE CLAIM NAME:[/b] Miyuki Ayukawa
[b]» FACE CLAIM SERIES:[/b] Basquash!
JoJo's small but packs a punch. If you get a good look at her arms and legs and tummy and back you're gonna see that she's surprisingly toned. There are a few other features people are surprised about when they see her like her award-winning smile or bright, glowing eyes. She's a beacon of positivity and easily distracts you from the fact that yes her hair totally just moved on its own there. But it's her quirk don't worry about it. Ignore the whispering you hear, too. It's just the sound of the engines humming in the room over there. They can sound like people when it's hot in here you should grab us a drink we've got a few brewskis in the fridge there ya.
There are two final things we know you've been waiting for... her energy and ambition! They resonate so deeply across her body you can see it in the way she moves. She walks with a purpose, talks with a purpose, and is eager to get where she's going! She's always bouncin' 'round from here to there to there and there.
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]HISTORY[/div][img src="https://media.tenor.com/gXTq_l3Q9e8AAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif" style="max-width:100%;"]
Sara Dobson was an ambitious nurse born and raised in America, but through a joint company promotion, she found herself transferred to a hospital in Tokyo. She had always been a free spirit, weighed down by the obligation of financial security, so when the company offered a position in Tokyo, a city in one of the top three countries she wanted to visit, how could she refuse?
Moving into a relatively nice apartment complex, she hit it off with one of her neighbors. After a couple of dates and a reckless night, JoJo was conceived. Originally, there were twins, but the second vanished. It was a rare condition, where one of the fetuses died and got reabsorbed by the other. It was a difficult truth to swallow, they persevered.
Eventually, the spark between her and the father didn’t last long, as the romance mutually ended between their incompatible lifestyles. They decided they wanted to keep the child despite this, and Sara tried her best to keep him involved, hoping the relationship between him and her daughter was stronger than hers and her father.
One gambling addiction and tens of thousands of dollars in debt later, JoJo’s father was in trouble. He had gotten on the bad side of the Yakuza, who now held his life in the palm of their hand. He started selling drugs, the hard stuff, on the side to help pay off his debt but was eventually caught up in gang violence. He was four when he lost his life and JoJo never understood why he stopped showing up. Her mom said he was busy with work, but so was she, and she tucked her in every night.
With his passing, the Yakuza went to Sara for payment. Koga, the guy in charge of this debt, didn’t leave her many options. She was forced to sell herself on the street for the Yakuza, to pay off the money the father had owed them. At the end of it, if she paid it off, she’d be given her life. She did her best to manage two jobs while spending time with JoJo. She’d live a happy life going to the park, watching old comedies, and help beat video games for JoJo when the levels were too hard.
But she had to deal with ‘Uncle’ John constantly hovering over them. He was sent to keep an eye out on her and make sure they got the money she owed. He eventually became part of JoJos life and even though he was distant, he was nice to her. Uncle John came around to help because dad was so busy with work, or that’s what she was told.
From here on out, life is pretty smooth. Sara gets a promotion or two over the next half-decade, JoJo starts going to school and making friends, and they start teaching JoJo how to use her hair quirk. She has this weird bald spot in the back of her head, but that’s probably just a quirk mutation. You can hardly see it when she wears her hair down. Or a hat!
JoJo’s 11 when Sara finally pays off the debt, but before Uncle John leaves he tries to force himself onto her one last time. Now that she owes them nothing, she resists and is killed for it. Uncle John takes the purse and the money and goes back to his apartment, having his brother pick up the body to dump it.
When JoJo comes back from school, she sees this mysterious man in the house and asks where her Mom was. He’s resistant at first, but she makes quick work of him with her tendrils, getting him to squeal about who he was and why he was here and, most importantly, who he worked for. She forced him to write down the address of the location and her boss, Koga. He also doodled a landmark or two to help her recognize the location. It was time to rescue her Mom!
[spoiler]Looking down the dark, lonely road, Josephine let out a sigh of relief. The street lights weren’t bright, but her path was lit by the neon signs on the side of the plaza. She stuffed the paper into her small backpack, continuing her journey with a skip in her step. The night was scary, but with her favorite white dress and her blue, baseball cap of courage, nothing could stop her!
Not too far ahead, she came across a woman in her late twenties. She leaned against an overfilled trash can dragging a cigarette. Perfect! An NPC ready to aid her in her quest! Without a second thought, she ran over. The smoke was a bit stronger than she thought it’d be, but between coughs, she was able to blurt out her question.
“Good evening, Lady of the Night,” She began, with a small curtsy. “Would you perhaps be able to direct me to the Interstate Motel Goth...Goo?” She paused for only a moment. “Anyway, do you know which one of these buildings it is?” She asked, gesturing broadly to the plaza they were at.
The woman turned to the brat, narrowing her eyes. She had half a mind to tell the pipsqueak to screw off, but who could say no to that big ol’ smile and her doe eyes? She had a soft spot. So, what?
“It’s the building behind me, kid. But you better hurry up and get in ya parent's room, it ain’t safe out here. There are freaks everywhere.”
“I’ll have you know,” JoJo proudly exclaimed. “I’m not scared of freaks… because I AM a freak!”
She spun around on her toes, cupped her hands around her mouth, and let out a ferocious ROAR. Asserting her dominance, she pranced up the stairs. Back to her quest!
Pulling out the red, stained paper, she read it aloud in a focused voice. “Let’s see…looking for….2-0-0-2.” She spoke each number individually, following the numbers on the doors until she finally found the room. She was smart enough to find it quickly on the second floor because the number started with a 2! But there was no time for praise — it was game time. She was at the lair of her first big bad and she needed to be quiet. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard sounds of laughter, like those in her mom’s shows. Do you know what this means? He was watching good TV.
Her bright blue flare began to stretch, coming together underneath her baseball cap were tendrils, four on each side of her head. They had formed from her silk-like hair.
“Three…two…” She counted quietly, preparing herself, as a tendril slowly twisted the doorknob. When she finally mustered the courage, she whispered. “One!”
The lock SNAPPED as the door swung open. The city’s night lights filled the darkroom, which had only been lit by the TV, who finally had some friends. They worked together, revealing a figure on the bed. Her tendrils shot like a cannon towards him, as she jumped into the room. He screamed as they constricted his arms, a fifth tendril wrapping around his mouth, muffling his grievances.
“Aha! Found you! …Uncle John?”
The sentence left her mouth with confusion. The man she interrogated back home, who had been working with the supposed bad guy, said this was where the man who killed her mother would be. So, why was he here? She was going to ask him, until she noticed her mother’s coat, hanging on the rack near the bed. It was her favorite.
Pressing him further into the wall, she approached the coat and dug inside its pockets. She found all of her mom’s precious jewelry and a purse stuffed with money. She turned back to him, as he attempted to wiggle free.
“I’m sorry, Uncle John, but I’m going to have to take you to the police.” She spoke with a hint of sadness. She didn’t have any other choice. “If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime!”
Before she could walk away, he was able to free his mouth, gasping for air. He spoke, sounding akin to a confused priest. “Josephine! Thank goodness! It turns out, your mom was working with the bad guy all along. I had to stop her to save you! I’m so glad you’re safe, that money you found was a reward from the quest. I was looking for you. It's yours!”
Her eyes shifted between the purse and Uncle John. “I would totally believe you… if it wasn’t for this!” She pulled off her backpack and from it, drew a crooked, cursed object. A streak of red splattered onto the red and dotted the wall. John’s eyes widened and bile rose in his throat, as he spat it onto the carpet. She proudly held the hand in the air, the hand of the man who had ratted Uncle John out.
“Jesus Christ!” Gone was the pretense of calm and playing along with this child’s games. “Josephine, you ripped my brother’s hand off? Where the fuck is he? What did you do to him?!” He roared at the child and she was taken aback, frightened by the rage. The tendrils tightened around him.
“Say all you want Uncle John! But after asking nicely, he wrote down where’d you be. He even told me the lie you were gonna use to trick me. But it doesn’t matter now, I’m going to take you both to jail. Then once I get my reward, I’ll use the potion to bring my mom back to life!” She waved the hand wildly above her head, droplets painting her dress.
Her uncle stared in disbelief, his face glowing red, as his hatred for the girl swelled within him.
“You stupid fucking . I’m not your uncle, your mother was my bitch. She isn’t coming back to life! My brother, who you left to die in that shit hole of an apartment, isn’t coming back to life! Life isn’t a fucking game, there are no do-overs. Once you die, it’s over! That’s it! They’re corp—”
His tirade came to a screeching halt when the tendrils that bound him smashed him against the wall. His head was rattled and his body had broken the drywall behind him. Barely conscious, looked down at Josephine, who was shaken.
“So you’re saying momma is never coming back..? ” Her words were coarse, tears welling in her eyes. She shook his body like a rag doll, slamming him against the wall again, as her world started to crack. “You took her from me!”
“Josephine, darling!” He begged. “Please, it’ll work out! If you let me go…we can leave this place…everything will—“
Interrupted. Again.
She turned her back to him, her hat falling off. She sported a tonsure style of hair, there was a ring of hair around her head. As he stared into her bald spot, it was horrifying. The skin started to crack and fall and pure white gleamed as if he was staring into the girl’s skull. The metamorphosis continued, as a continued line etched, complemented with fangs and molars. A tongue stretched out of the new mouth as eyeballs popped into existence on the white canvas. Splotches of red surrounded the eyes and more bore itself on the face as the rest cracked into place.
John blinked, speechless, unable to comprehend what was happening. He thought her quirk was just her hair? What the hell was going on?
The tendrils dragged him over. He was broken, bloodied, and beaten. He starred in a trance and despite every atom in his body too, he couldn’t look away. “Who… are you?” He finally asked.
“Justice.”
The lone word was the last he ever heard. He was slammed into the bed and the newcomer pounced. The tendrils wrapped around his mouth again, silencing him. Josephine’s second mouth tore into the stomach and started biting, ripping through the fabric of his clothes. His screams were muffled and desperate. He could taste his own blood in his mouth. He struggled and clawed but to no avail. Before Josephine knew it, he had gone limp. He wasn’t dead, yet. He just wasn’t resisting.
Lifting herself off, entrails hung from the second mouth. She spat it out as chunks of meat decorated her hair. As he took one last look at himself, he could see the inside of his stomach, his insides leaking out. The blood overtook the bed and he laid his head back and closed his eyes, letting out one last word. “JoJo…”
Josephine’s second face picked up the baseball cap of courage, her first would need this.
As she blinked twice, everything was different? The lights were on and the room was… empty. The walls and bed were broken, but her stained dress was spotless. On top of the TV screen was a taped note. She opened it and read to herself.
“JoJo you’re right. You got tired and fell asleep, but I went to turn myself into the cops. You’re a hero.”
As she looked around she picked up her mom’s purse and checked it, ensuring there wasn’t a single drop of blood on iit. “Whew! Close one.” She spoke with a sigh of relief, walking away from the broken apartment. As she walked outside, the Sun lit up the busy plaza. Passing through the crowd, she didn’t have a chance to notice the overstuffed trash can that was leaking a red, crimson fluid.
“Another flawless victory for JoJo!”
A new hero was born.[/spoiler]
Next, she had to find Koga, which was anything but easy. Over the course of six years she traveled to England, the United States, and Mexico (and various countries in between), before finding him. He had given her the slip for too long, but a couple of weeks after her 18th birthday, she found him.
She had grown far stronger since she first left Japan, making a reputation for herself in various parts of the world. She even had her own fan club. Koga didn’t realize it but giving her the slip helped her become strong enough to take him down. And to think it would end where it all started, the same hotel where she found Uncle John. His hubris would be the death of him.
But as she stood there, with Samson ready to eat him alive, she realized how far she had come. She knew he’d escape, but she needed to give him an honest chance at reform. First Uncle John, now him? If she didn’t stop killing now what would stop her from becoming the kind of person who killed her mother?
Giving the man two strikes, she lopped off a hand of his and dropped him off at the cops. This injury was a memento to remember her by. Every time he had the urge to return to his old life, he could look at his wrist and remember who would come after him, if she ever got a whiff.
After traveling the world and finishing her main quest, she found herself in New York for a year trying her hand at being a mechanic. It was going great! She only explodededed THREE whole cars. It was through her stories that a friend offered her a different career path. Being a hero! Come to Japan, they said. We can be roomies, they said. You can go to UA, they said. Maybe, prolly, if you're lucky?
And with a world of experience behind her and her entire life ahead of her... why not not give heroism a chance? It couldn't be [i]that[/i] bad, right? Off to UA!
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- Bluetooth
- Mask
- White Fin Hat (kept at home)
- Personal phone(generally not kept on person)
- 1 gallon water bottle
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Post by Pancakes on Jul 1, 2023 17:44:43 GMT
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Post by Pancakes on Jul 1, 2023 17:36:32 GMT
Just under the limit to do this! Have fun with the new sword style
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Post by Pancakes on Jul 1, 2023 17:26:51 GMT
She's a CUT above the rest of the villains, go have fun, do bad things
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[div align="center"][i][font size="1"]Credits to @rx for the template[/font][/i][/div]
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[span style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][b][font color="#a41228"]REAL NAME:[/font][/b] Yerenika Sumire Voronya
[b][font color="#a41228"]CIVILIAN IDENTITY:[/font][/b] Shiho Yasuharu (安春 志保 [i]Yasuharu [/i][b][peaceful spring] [/b][i]Shiho[/i][b] [to protect aspirations][/b])
[b][font color="#a41228"]EPITHETS:[/font][/b] Mother of Demons | The Unburned
[b][font color="#a41228"]AGE:[/font][/b] 20
[b][font color="#a41228"]BIRTHPLACE:[/font][/b] St Petersburg, Russia
[b][font color="#a41228"]SIGN:[/font][/b] ☼ Virgo, ⇧ Pisces, ☾ Taurus
[b][font color="#a41228"]PLAYLIST:[/font][/b] [a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5wbTAT7OvBw0eqqPct80mc?si=c8d0a69c06064430"]heart-eater[/a]
[b][font color="#a41228"]GENDER:[/font][/b] Cisgender Female — She / Her
[b][font color="#a41228"]SEXUALITY:[/font][/b] Grey Aromantic + Grey-Asexual
[b][font color="#a41228"]AFFILIATION:[/font][/b] Villain
[b][font color="#a41228"]ALIAS:[/font][/b] Salem
[b][font color="#a41228"]OCCUPATION:[/font][/b] [s]Chairwoman[/s] [s]Assassin[/s] [s]Terrorist Leader[/s] [b]Herbalist[/b] ! : )
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[table][tbody][tr][td style="padding:3px;"][b style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][font color="#a41228"][span] [/span]» POSITIVE TRAITS:[span] [/span][/font][/b][blockquote style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][b][font color="#00a200"]🩸[/font][/b] Patient
[b][font color="#00a200"]🩸[/font][/b] Methodical
[b][font color="#00a200"]🩸[/font][/b] Loyal
[b][font color="#00a200"]🩸[/font][/b] Straightforward[/blockquote][/td][td style="padding:3px;"][b style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][font color="#a41228"][span] [/span]» NEGATIVE TRAITS:[/font][/b][blockquote style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][b][font color="#c93232"]🥀 [/font][/b]Very straightforward.
[b][font color="c93232"]🥀[/font][/b] Emotionally driven
[b][font color="c93232"]🥀[/font][/b] Obsessive
[b][font color="c93232"]🥀[/font][/b] Self-destructive[/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:3px;"][b style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][font color="#a41228"][span] [/span]» LIKES:[/font][/b][blockquote style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][b][font color="#00a200"]🥀 [/font][/b] Threadwork
[b][font color="#00a200"]🥀 [/font][/b] Nature
[b][font color="#00a200"]🥀 [/font][/b] Honesty
[b][font color="#00a200"]🥀 [/font][/b] Gardening[/blockquote][/td][td style="padding:3px;"][b style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][font color="#a41228"][span] [/span]» DISLIKES:[/font][/b][blockquote style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][b][font color="c93232"]🩸[/font][/b] Paperwork
[b][font color="c93232"]🩸[/font][/b] Clutter
[b][font color="c93232"]🩸[/font][/b] People
[b][font color="c93232"]🩸[/font][/b] The cold[/blockquote][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][span style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"]To some, she is the distant and reclusive Madam Voronya; the right hand - or perhaps even the leader - at the head of an incredibly lucrative international corporation dealing in the development of arms, medicine, security technology, and public infrastructure.
To others, she is the cold and exacting Salem, vengeful mistress of a radical anti-government terrorist organization that has spent recent years operating in the shadows throughout the great expanse of Russia.
To Tokyo, she is the gentle and demure Shiho Yasuharu, a half Russian, half Japanese young woman and recent immigrant who happens to be the owner of a humble and traditional herbal apothecary in Shibuya.
And to the heroes of Japan… she is a creeping nightmare, slowly encroaching upon all their hopes, dreams, and the ivory pedestals they’ve perched upon for a long, long time.
Here are the beliefs that lie at the core of her being:
[ol type="decimal"][li]No one on this world is born with more or less inherent worth than any other. No one comes out the gate any [i]better[/i] or [i]lesser[/i] than any other. There is inherent worth, value, in every life - whether that worth grows or lessens is the product of what one makes of it; their own choices, and the reasons behind those choices. Nothing more, nothing less. (You [i]can[/i] choose wrong.)
[/li][li]This world’s reverent idolization of pro-heroes will only hurt it in the long run. Being so dependent on someone else to protect you can only weaken you; how will you know how to defend yourself, your neighbors, your own, if you’ve spent your whole life relying on someone else to do it? A super-powered militia made up of gaudy, glittering false gods that puts statistics and rankings before the interests of the people, at that.
[/li][li]The innocent are meant to be protected. Given the tools to learn about the world around them and themselves. Taught how to defend themselves and each other. To lay a hand on the innocent is to consign yourself to the fires of the underworld, and she is all too willing to expedite your trip.[/li][/ol]
With one hand, she culls corruption with force and bloodshed, because the only thing some people understand is power, and pain, and fear. With the other, she dedicates resources to the rehabilitation and bolstering others who are still young enough, still moldable enough to do better. To do right by themselves and others. Establishing community gardens, building and renovating schools, orphanages, housing, and ensuring with an iron fist that they are run well and by only those with the best interests of those they serve at heart — this is her life’s work.
At the core of it all, she simply wants to make the world [i]better[/i]. It wronged her, ruined her, and she wants to make sure it doesn’t do the same to those who come after her. She doesn’t care how bloodied her hands become in the process. Anything to ensure that brighter future.
[div style="text-align:center;"]Независимо от стоимости.[/div][/span]
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» HEIGHT:[/font][/b][span style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"] 152 cm (5'4")[/span]
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[b style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][font color="#a41228"]» EYE COLOR: [/font][/b][span style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"]Teal / Red[/span]
[b style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][font color="#a41228"]» HAIR COLOR:[/font][/b][span style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"] Pink / White[/span]
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[/span][b style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][font color="#a41228"]» FACE CLAIM NAME:[/font][/b][span style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"] Mitsuri Kanroji / Female Slayer Line[/span]
[b style="font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"][font color="#a41228"]» FACE CLAIM SERIES:[/font][/b][font face="arial"][span style="font-size:14px;"] Demon Slayer / Dungeon Fighters Online[/span][/font]
[font face="arial"][span style="font-size:14px;"]Lithe and shapely, with hair that cascades down her back in sheets of pure white so long as to reach the floor when not somehow caught or tied and sharp eyes that shine blood-red, she is… uncanny. Unnatural-seeming, almost, to the point where one might suspect surgery or procedure causing her to look the way she does, erasing all that could mar a perfect visage. And true, once, she was a canvas of scars, a living tally of all the horrors she’d survived. But in this world, presentation is everything, and she is uniquely equipped to ensure her own presentation remains, at all times… flawless. Now her skin is smooth as polished alabaster, nary a blemish to be seen, and any physical mark that once tied her to her miserable past has been wiped away - for all that the scars inside of her can never truly be washed away.
When playing the role of humble Shiho Yasuharu, she is most often in one delicate floral-printed yukata or another, her soft pink hair braided back from her face. Salem on the other hand, wears a black mask over the lower half of her face, the upper half obscured by round ‘sunglasses’ with polycarbonate lenses and stone-like frames of a marbled plastic polymer. The outfits she wears speak for themself - though where one might see skin and expect to find it bare and unprotected, they will always find some sheer layer preventing contact. The message is clear: you may look, but you will not touch. Not so easily, at least.[/span][/font]
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In this world of gods and monsters among men, her history is surely a dime a dozen; a patchwork quilt of tragedies that hardly bears worth repeating. But every cautionary tale has a purpose.
It goes like this.
Once upon a time, there was an international multi-millionaire corporation that dealt in arms, medicine, and security. This corporation was called Vasily Corp., and had branches all over the western world. Then humanity evolved superhuman abilities now known as Quirks, stalling technological and societal advancement for nearly a hundred years as all hell broke loose amongst a world now full of gods and monsters alike, and those in power looked among themselves and came to a realization: if they wanted to stay in power, there was work to be done. Strings to pull, contingencies to put in place, progress that needed to be achieved lest they risk falling into irrelevance entirely.
Flash forward to, let’s say, twenty years ago…
Born in captivity and raised in torture and solitude, with only stories of a world in which she would someday fulfill some greater purpose for company; the woman now known primarily as Salem was fashioned from birth to entertain the fantasies of powerful men who wanted to wield powerful playthings. Captivity and pain was all she knew. But one day, mysterious circumstances occurred within the facility secretly helmed by Vasily Corp (still vastly influential all these years and societal evolutions later), and all hell broke loose - including a non-negligible number of the hellions of Vasily’s own making.
Of course, they were a megacorporation with countless resources at their disposal, and she was but one girl, fifteen years old and all alone in a world that she had never experienced before. It wasn’t too long, scarcely a few months, before they were able to recapture her and drag her back to the austere iron walls of the facility and the cell walls she’d always known.
But first: she saw towns, and villages, and cities. She saw people of every age, and the world in which they lived - a world in flames. A world that exploited the very people she’d been created to supposedly protect. Disappointment, horror, and sorrow are hardly enough to encompass all the things she felt, and all the things she saw and experienced. But she also saw, for the first time, love in all its forms – the bonds between people, those who leaned on each other for some reason or another, those who truly loved each other, and those who simply cared for and looked out for one another for their own reasons, or because they believed it was right.
And she found hope.
The lab did indeed eventually catch her and drag her back. This time, however, she did not go as an empty shell, accustomed only to the cruel hand she had been dealt - rather, she was filled with a burning desire to make the world better. For the innocent and repenting, for the people who suffer needlessly; she found herself truly awake for the first time, and found that she couldn’t bear to let them close her eyes again.
So. She was returned to the palm of the devil’s hand. She was used in every way that a body can be used (because that is what she was regarded as: a body, bare of any such thing as a heart or soul). She was hurt, in every way a body can be hurt when it is for the sake of progress and innovation. And she was a young woman, shrewd and hungry and furious, and worst of all, underestimated.
See — you do not feed a starving beast, by accident or otherwise, and expect it not to lunge for more.
In the time since then, she has torn down those responsible for her suffering and rebuilt from the ruins of their dynasty of wealth and cruelty and corruption. There’s no need to get into the gory details. All that matters is that where there once stood a towering facility in which children were raised, experimented on, and tortured for the sake of ‘the greater good’, some twisted idea of innovation and evolution, she has raised a sprawling network of buildings to house, teach, and rehabilitate the innocents harmed by that relentless grasping lust for hoarding power and influence to no ends.
In the power vacuum left behind by the gilded blood on her hands, she has supplanted those she trusts - the small number of former experiments like herself, allied to her cause. Formerly hoarded wealth is directed through projects and accounts to build and renovate schools, homes, orphanages, etcetera, overseen by yet more of her own people.
Unfortunately, in the great purge, some rats escaped. Fled to all the corners of the world, on planes and ships and any method of transportation that could carry them. So the hunt continues, and her blood-red gaze turns towards the Eastern world, led by a single clue of her heritage left behind in the very name she recovered from the ruins of her cage.
Sumire, it said. Sumire Voronya.
Well, as they say… the work never ends.
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TL:DR; The user is able to freely manipulate her body to an extensive degree, up to and including the properties and functions of her very cells.
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Bio-manipulation. She has complete control over and can manipulate her body down to the cellular level, including altering the properties, functioning, and state of matter from as little as a fingertip to as much as every inch of her flesh, blood, and bone. However: while she can alter her pigmentation and the like as she wishes, she cannot shape-shift. Nor can she make herself into another substance entirely - metal or acid or any other wondrous conception of elements. Also evading her is the ability to generate more of herself at will; all that she can work with is that which already exists. To create a construct, for example, she would require the equivalent amount of her own body’s material - a difficult thing to acquire (depending on said material) without debilitating herself in the process.
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First and foremost, Yerenika’s body is fundamentally unstable. It resists keeping itself together - resists life itself, it seems. Part of her concentration must often go toward consistent repair and upkeep of her internal functions, lest her organs fail entirely and cause her to succumb to her body’s ever-determined march towards its own demise. Furthermore, her abilities are limited by the scope of her own knowledge and imagination. If she can’t conceive of how to enact a certain effect or change within her body, she can’t magically make it happen - she has to understand exactly what she’s changing, how, and where. This is also all a double-edged blade - every effect she alters and maintains upon her body requires concentration. The greater the amount of herself she manipulates as separate quantities, the more fractured that concentration becomes.
To keep up her body’s stores of blood and bone and flesh, the components she manipulates most often and thus that require the most maintenance, she needs to eat. A lot. Nutrition is essential to ensuring that the body has what it needs to regenerate, and she’s no different - her diet requires foods to boost hemoglobin production and iron absorption, as well as protein, minerals, and vitamins for the making and regeneration of her bone stores.
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[div style="text-align:center;"][b][i][font color="#a41228"]"Silence is complicity, as they say."[/font][/i][/b][/div]
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There is little she tends to miss when on her guard. Which is almost all of the time.[/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#a41228"]» VITALITY — A+[/font][/b]
Either oppressively terrifying, or being practically undetectable - she is capable of each and more.[/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#a41228"]» DURABILITY — D+[/font][/b]
'Unsatisfactory' by standards held to her by herself alone. For now, at least.[/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#a41228"]» SPEED — C+[/font][/b]
Hardly superhuman, but she can certainly keep up in a footrace. Or a chase, if necessary.[/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][font color="#a41228"][b]» DEXTERITY — B-[/b][/font]
Her precision, once applied, can reach a nigh surgical degree that would awe any medical student.[/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b][font color="#a41228"]» STRENGTH — B-[/font][/b]
Packs considerably more of a punch than you would expect of her slender stature.[/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/span]
[div align="center"][b]Limit Breakers: 6 Available | 3/45 Used[/b][/div]
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[/div][div style="font-size:14px;text-align:center;"][span style="font-size:13.3333px;"]🩸 🥀 🩸 🥀 🩸
[font face="arial"]Let's dive in.
(Learned skills, honed specializations, gear, etc.)
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[div style="font-size:14px;text-align:center;"][span style="font-size:13.3333px;"][font face="courier new"](SKILL)[b] FATA MORGANA[/b] — B-[/font][/span][/div]
[font style="font-size:14px;" face="arial"][span style="font-size:10pt;"]A style of combat that prioritizes speed, agility, striking force, and a certain degree of flexibility. Fata Morgana is uniquely adaptable in its nature, as it can utilize any sharp/sharp-edged object or material, provided that the weapon in use is able to withstand the force being acted upon it. The style was originally developed by Salem for the sake of survival in the midst of bloodshed and pandemonium, but has been honed over the years to become a more widely applicable (though no less deadly) art.
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Post by Pancakes on Jul 1, 2023 16:57:44 GMT
Skate blind! Have fun!
12500-2500=10000
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Post by Pancakes on Jun 23, 2023 4:20:52 GMT
Go forth and FORGE your destiny
Limit Breakers: 3 Available | 0/45 Used
Create your LOCKER!
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[div][attr="class","overview-title"][font size="6"]Akiyama Ren[/font][/div]
[div][attr="class","overview-info-first"][p][b]ALIAS:[/b][/p][p]Hagane[/p][/div]
[div][attr="class","overview-info"][p][b]AGE:[/b][/p][p]20[/p][/div]
[div][attr="class","overview-info"][p][b]GENDER:[/b][/p][p]Male[/p][/div]
[div][attr="class","overview-info"][p][b]AFFILIATION:[/b][/p][p]Vigilante[/p][/div]
[div][attr="class","overview-info"][p][b]OCCUPATION:[/b][/p][p]Construction Worker[/p][/div]
[div][attr="class","overview-info"][p][b]THEME SONG:[/b][/p][p][a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q11fieoRdP4"]Pillars of The Underworld[/a][/p][/div]
[div][attr="class","overview-info"][p][b]VOICE CLAIM:[/b][/p][p][a href="https://youtu.be/d7QeTVbt5SM?t=41"]Zach Aguilar(Tanjiro Kamado)[/a][/p][/div]
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[p]+ Honest[/p]
[p]+ Humble[/p]
[p]+ Hard-working[/p]
[p]+ Kind[/p]
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[p]- Stubborn[/p]
[p]- Naive[/p]
[p]- Reckless[/p]
[p]- Awkward[/p]
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[p]✔ History of Weapons[/p]
[p]✔ Blacksmithing[/p]
[p]✔ Cooking[/p]
[p]✔ Cleaning[/p]
[p]✔ Helping People[/p]
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[p]✖ Guns[/p]
[p]✖ Lying[/p]
[p]✖ Being Helped[/p]
[p]✖ Powerlessness[/p]
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[p]Hero.[/p]
[p]If you were to shove everything characteristic of the profession into one person, the result wouldn't be that far off from one Akiyama Ren. The boy carries every quality that fans of the prototypical hero archetype would love while carrying every unfortunate problem that its detractors hate.[/p]
[p]On one hand, there's no denying that Ren is a good kid, at heart. He's kind, honest, hard-working. The boy sees and tries to inspire the best in the people around him, no matter how much their try to hide it; his work ethic is unparalleled, no task is beneath him, no matter how demean most would find it; he shows an unbelievable amount of decency and respect to anyone and everyone around him; best of all, however, is his total lack of hesitation in do-or-die situations, the kind you’d expect out of anyone calling themselves a Hero.[/p]
[p]Still, despite his hang-ups and his awkward demeanor, he’s genuinely trying to make a difference. In a world so full of hate, injustice and terrible things happening to good people, this young man hopes to try to make it a little brighter. He wants to help, no matter how much it may hurt him.[/p]
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[div][b]HEIGHT[/b] [p]5'5[/p][/div]
[div][b]SKIN COLOR[/b] [p]Pale[/p][/div]
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[div][b]WEIGHT[/b] [p]155 lbs[/p][/div]
[div][b]FACE CLAIM NAME[/b] [p]Arthur Pendragon (Male)[/p][/div]
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[div][b]EYE COLOR[/b] [p]Green[/p][/div]
[div][b]FACE CLAIM SERIES[/b] [p]Fate/Grand Order[/p][/div]
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[p]The first thing that might pop out to someone meeting Akiyama Ren would no doubt be the warmth radiating off of him. He is a beacon of optimism, shining a light of positivity on everyone around him. He’s always wearing a sincere smile on his face, accompanied by a pair of glowing emerald eyes, beaming with child-like wonder.
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[p]He is not an imposing figure, by any means. His middling height has made sure of that. Adding to that, his physique is far from the rippling bodybuilder-esque muscles one would come to expect from someone who spends every night fighting crime.
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[p]In terms of clothing, he tends to prefer long-sleeved shirts and hoodies without any intricate graphics or expensive materials. The reasoning for this, apart from this astoundingly simple tastes, is to hide his arms, which are littered with countless scars caused by continuous use of his Quirk.
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[p]When out on patrol, Ren tends to sport a suit of Western-styled plated armor. Thanks to his Quirk, all he needs is some time to suit up. He doesn’t tend to stick to one design for long, though, often switching them up in between fights to prevent him from being recognized. [/p]
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[p]Akiyama Ren was never destined for great things. He was born the son of plumber without any ties to any great historical clans of old nor multinational conglomerates of today. His mother, on the other hand, was an English teacher who traveled to Japan from abroad after college, never really getting off her feet. They had neither shame nor glory to go around. Just two people trying to make ends meet. After a chance meeting at a local bar, they had each other, and after a few years, they had a family, and that was all they ever needed.[/p]
[p]All Ren would inherit from them was his father’s love for manual labor. He said he would die before letting his son be some pencil-necked softie who couldn’t use a toolbox. At an early age, he would take the boy around the house, teaching him how to fix anything from a leaky faucet, unclogging a drain, changing light bulbs and other kinds of maintenance around the house. [/p]
[p]Unfortunately, by the age of three, their son would begin growing horribly sick. At first, they thought he was choking on some food, but a trip to the ER would reveal that this was a side-effect of his Quirk manifesting. He doesn’t remember it, but his family says he was there for a full week as the doctors tried to figure out what was wrong with him. He almost died, they said. His lungs were fine, but somehow, his body was barely intaking enough oxygen to keep him alive and despite his blood work being within normal ranges, he was suffering from a severe case of Iron Deficiency Anemia. It turned out his body needed more iron to function properly. A lot more iron. Thankfully, the doctors caught it early, prescribing a supplement. Two pills a day, for the rest of his life, and it was by no means a cheap lifeline.[/p]
[p]A year later, the second half of his Quirk would manifest, and with it, another wave of medical bills would hit the Akiyama family. Unlike last time, though, the boy would never forget this one. He was playing around with his father in the park, when at one point, he felt a sharp pain coming out of the palm of his hand. The next thing he knew, blood was everywhere, and not just his own. When he looked down, he saw two of his father’s fingers, rolling in the grass. The moment burned itself into his memory, the smell of blood in the air, the ear-piercing scream of terror, his dad doubling over with crimson buckets spurting out of his hand.
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[p]They were able to save the digits, but the injury sidelined his father for months, which eventually led to him being let go from his job. Unfortunately, that was the least of the family’s problems. Replantation surgery was far from cheap, and for an uninsured plumber like Ren’s father, it was a debt he would not be able to pay. The family would have to move back with the boy’s grandparents. The place was cramped, five people living in a space meant for two. Worse than that were all the arguments he managed to overhear through the paper-thin walls. The Akiyama family was going through Hard Times, and Ren couldn’t help but blame himself for it.[/p]
[p]Still, the experience, unpleasant and scarring as it was, managed to open his eyes to the kind of person he wanted to be. The way those doctors managed to save a sickly little kid like him, the way they managed to save his dad’s hand. He couldn’t help but admire them. At the time, he couldn’t understand that they were just doing their jobs, much less the price that came with that life-saving aid. All he could see was these good people, working day and night to try to save lives. He wanted to be like them. To make a positive impact on the world. [/p]
[p]At first, he wanted to be a doctor. It made his family so happy to hear that, but as he worked his way through Elementary, Grade and Middle School, it became clear how out of reach the goal was. Simply put, he just didn’t have it in him. Biology might as well have been taught in Korean, as far as he was concerned, because he couldn’t understand a word of it. Eventually, he realized he had to find some other way to make a difference in the world.[/p]
[p]That’s how he turned to Heroics. It was the perfect compromise. A profession tailor-made for helping people out. Not only that, but with the practical entrance exam, even someone like him had a shot of making it. He just needed to train, and that's exactly what he did.[/p]
[p] Throughout all of High School, Akiyama Ren would train like his life would depend on it. And so, day after day, Ren honed his skills. Day after day, he swung his sword a hundred, then a thousand, then ten thousand times. Day after day, he trained his body, forcing it to endure an ungodly amount of pain in the futile hope he could get to the level of a U.A. Hero Student. Day after day, he pushed his Quirk beyond its limits, his body reaching following one breaking point with another as he tried to create more swords, to will himself to be more than what he knew himself to be. Day after day, he lived and breathed that Plus Ultra motto, perhaps more than anyone else in that school’s history.[/p]
[p]And it wasn’t enough.[/p]
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[p]When the time came, Ren took the U.A. Entrance exam. He failed. He wasn’t good enough to be a Hero. Not only that, but with mediocre booksmarts, he wasn’t able to get into any university, much less the one he wanted. He had to accept it. He would never amount to anything, he would never make a difference. It was a hard pill to swallow for him. [/p]
[p]Before long, he managed to pick up a minimum wage job in construction, thanks to a contact his father had. It wasn’t much. Subcontracted work, barely above minimum wage, but it was better than nothing, and it would allow him to hone his hobby of blacksmithing. However, no matter how much time passed, he could never take his mind off it. He was a failure. Too sloppy to control his own Quirk, too stupid to get into med school, and too weak to get into Heroics. [/p]
[p]Those feelings of inadequacy kept bubbling up inside of him until one fateful night, where, as he was coming back from work, he heard the sounds of a gun echoing in a nearby alley. Without thinking, he conjured an armor before charging in head-first, and from there, the rest was history.[/p]
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[p]-A few swords, decorative and otherwise.[/p]
[p]- One set of armor.[/p]
[p]- Blacksmith tools[/p]
[p]- Climbing equipment.[/p]
[p]- Bow and arrow.[/p]
[p]- Bicycle.[/p]
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[div][attr="class","section-title"][b]QUIRK[/b][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-name"] [b]LIVING FORGE[/b][/div]
[div][attr="class","ability-rank"]Emmiter/Mutation- [b]C-[/b][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-desc"][p] Living Forge is a Mutation and Emission-type Quirk that allows the user to create metallic constructs through the iron in their blood. According to medical records, the user presents with abnormally high amounts of iron coursing through their blood, most likely the result of a Mutation. Using the Emitter part of this Quirk, Ren can manipulate this metal inside his body into various items like locks, chains, wires, and yes, weapons. The constructs pierce through his skin, damaging him in the process.[/p]
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[p]Daggers, greatswords, maces, flails, bows, arrows, spears and shields alike. Ren can produce any weapon, like well, a living forge. Their strength and durability is determined by the Quirk’s rank. Ren can also use this Quirk to create individual pieces of armor to help him guard against incoming attacks. An important note is that Ren can only create weapons and equipment from steel, meaning he cannot create massively complex pieces of support gear or firearms, as those have other materials they need to work.
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[p]Narratively, he can use this Quirk to enhance various skills, such as using climbing spikes to stick his feet to walls or using iron arrows to enhance his archery. Mechanically, it provides no benefit to either of these skills. As a bit of flavor, the Quirk can be used to create various miscellaneous tools that don’t affect combat. Finally, the mutation aspect of the Quirk allows the user to resist certain types of heavy metal poisoning, as their body has adapted to living with the exorbitant amounts of iron needed to create all of those weapons.[/p]
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[div][attr="class","ability-name"]DRAWBACKS[/div]
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[p]The main drawback of the Quirk is obvious. The weapons come from inside Ren’s body, piercing through the skin. Now, you don’t need to be a doctor to know that having a sword being lodged into your body is bad for your health. Turns out routinely having sharp metal objects violently coming out of you isn’t that much better, either.
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[p] Ren’s control of the Quirk allows him to avoid damaging any bones or internal organs, however, every time he uses this power, his body takes damage proportional to the size of the construct he’s trying to make. Simply put, a bigger weapon means a bigger cut on his skin.[/p]
[p]Narratively, continued use drains him of the necessary amounts of that substance from his body. Should he exert himself too much, he will begin exhibiting the symptoms associated with iron deficiency. No iron means no hemoglobin. No hemoglobin means the body can’t carry the oxygen to where it needs it. The result? Shortness of breath and exhaustion. If left untreated, it could even kill him.
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[p]The dramatically increased amounts of iron in his body come with their own sets of disadvantages, too. For one, it makes any attempt to fight anyone with magnetic or metallokinetic abilities a futile and painful endeavor. It would be exceedingly easy for anyone with those powers to simply rip the iron out from his body. Not only that, but it also means he takes extra damage from attacks using electricity, as the increased conductivity of his metallic blood makes him more susceptible to those types of attacks.
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[p]Narratively, the Quirk also requires the user to drastically increase their iron intake, to the point where even dietary alterations cannot cover it. Twice a day, Ren has to take medical supplements that help him maintain the levels of iron in his body. Should he not take them, he would be unable to create larger constructs and he would begin feeling anemic. If he can’t get access to these supplements for longer than a week, his body will begin
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[div][attr="class","attribute"][p][b]CONSTITUTION[/b][/p][p][b]C[/b][/p][/div]
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[div][attr="class","attribute"][p][b]SPEED[/b][/p][p][b]D[/b][/p][/div]
[div][attr="class","attribute"][p][b]PRESENCE[/b][/p][p][b]D-[/b][/p][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-rank"][b]C[/b][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-desc"][p]What good would all of those swords be if Ren didn’t know how to use them? For a few years now, the young man has been training to use any and all swords he could get his hands on. He’s picked up various fighting styles, enrolling in any course he could find. From seminars taught by HEMA enthusiasts to just about any Kendo dojo he could find.[/p]
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[div][attr="class","ability-name"][b]ARCHER[/b][/div]
[div][attr="class","ability-rank"][b]D+[/b][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-desc"][p]In order to expand his admittedly limited arsenal, Ren has picked up the ancient art of combat archery. He knows various styles, allowing him to use these rudimentary ranged weapons on his opponents. He can knock, hold and release arrows using various different types of bows.[/p]
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[div][attr="class","ability-name"][b]SHIELDER[/b][/div]
[div][attr="class","ability-rank"][b]D+[/b][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-desc"][p]In order to best protect himself and the people around him, Ren has endeavored on the art of using a shield. He can use them defensively to protect against oncoming attacks as well use them as blunt weapons.
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[div][attr="class","ability-name"][b]BLACKSMITH[/b][/div]
[div][attr="class","ability-rank"][b]C-[/b][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-desc"][p]Thanks to his dedication to the trade and his experience as a construction worker, Ren has learned the fundamental principles of blacksmithing. With enough time can forge various metals into tools and simple weapons. This does not allow him to create massively complex pieces of equipment, as he does not have knowledge on programming, robotics or advanced engineering.[/p]
[p]Narratively, the skill also allows him to identify weak and brittle spots in other people’s metallic armor or weaponry. Exploiting them to his advantage. Mechanically, this has no effect on any sword swing he uses.[/p]
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[div][attr="class","ability-name"][b]SKYWALKER[/b][/div]
[div][attr="class","ability-rank"][b]D+[/b][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-desc"][p]To compensate for his less-than-impressive acrobatics, Ren has learned how to use various pieces of climbing equipment to scale large surfaces. It’s not nearly as refined as to scale an entire building with a grappling hook, and it is by no means stealthy, but it is enough to give him access to high ground and alternate entrances if given enough time.
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[div][attr="class","ability-rank"][b]D-[/b][/div]
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[div][attr="class","ability-desc"][p]Ren knows how to ride a bicycle. He uses to move around Tokyo between his job as a construction worker and going patrol.[/p]
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[p]Template by [b]SOL[/b][/p]
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Post by Pancakes on Jun 23, 2023 3:53:02 GMT
I'll be keeping my EYE on you, Good job, Go have fun
Create your LOCKER!
[div align="center"][div][div align="center"][font size="1"]credits to @rx for the template[/font][/div]
[attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header1"]BOJI KOJI[/div][img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/dbdtvByM6xwTPRFpfBBAKcJcnA215Q3CgzwzUUu46C2695O0SS28z_ovhznom2DyzGuR_aOplcElyZbtXsgSV0oN2-TtDBXXKGDax7Jl-nMHuzfy1t-ub9HGeLF3uf0y_Q" style="max-width:100%;" alt=""]
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[div][attr="class","header2"]OVERVIEW[/div]
[b]» NAME:[/b] Boji Koji
[b]» AGE:[/b] 19
[b]» GENDER:[/b] M
[b]» AFFILIATION:[/b] Hero
[b]» ALIAS:[/b] n/a
[b]» OCCUPATION:[/b] Student
[b]» CLASS:[/b] Hero Department
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY[/div]
[table style="width:450px;"][tbody][tr][td style="padding:3px;"][b]» POSITIVE TRAITS:[/b][blockquote][b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Honest
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔ [/font][/b]Easygoing
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Compassionate
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Excitable
[/blockquote][/td][td style="padding:3px;"][b]» NEGATIVE TRAITS:[/b][blockquote][b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Depressive
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] ADD
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Socially Anxious
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Cries Easily
[/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:3px;"][b]»LIKES:[/b][blockquote][b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Video Games
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Swimming
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Digital Art
[b][font color="1A7E4C"]✔[/font][/b] Memes
[/blockquote][/td][td style="padding:3px;"][b]»DISLIKES:[/b][blockquote][b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Mustard
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Body Odor
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Dust
[b][font color="c93232"]✘[/font][/b] Pepper Spray
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He presents himself as very timid at first, behaving seemingly distant and meek, but opens up quickly and easily when talking about his own interests. Mostly scatterbrained all the time, he harbors deep anxieties about those around him. He sees himself as a person, a human, but he's almost always afraid that others might not. He doesn't take too much offense at people who don't want to be around him either; he's become fairly used to it and tries not to internalize the isolation too much. He knows he can't hide from the world forever; he doesn't want to do that either! But coming into adulthood UAU is still a nerve-wracking prospect, and he knows it's going to put him through a lot of changes still to come.
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE[/div]
[b]» HEIGHT:[/b] 22 cm
[b]» WEIGHT:[/b] 8 lbs.
[b]» EYE COLOR:[/b] Brown
[b]» HAIR COLOR:[/b] Black (Eyelashes)
[b]» SKIN COLOR:[/b] Brownish Tan
[b]» FACE CLAIM NAME:[/b] Monoculus/Original Art
[b]» FACE CLAIM SERIES:[/b] Team Fortress 2
Koji's most distinguishing feature is the fact that he's a giant floating eyeball roughly the size of a human head. He has a single brown iris with eyelids that smoothly cover his back, bottom, and top.
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]HISTORY[/div]
Growing up as a giant floating eyeball is hard. What more can be said? Koji was kept out of schools soon after his mutation flourished, going from a healthy four year old toddler to a nightmarish eyeball unable to do anything other than blink and cry. His voice would ring inside the heads of his parents despite having no mouth which at first terrified them to no end. But as time moved on, they found that food disappeared when put in front of him and he still laughed and bounced around like any other baby boy, so his parents did their best all while flying by the seat of their pants to raise him. One thing they've told him his whole life; was that no matter what, he has to remember that he's not a monster. Looks don't matter when it comes to being a person, it's ones choices that decides that, and no matter what choices he'd make, his parents would love him.
He continued homeschooled education and exploration of his own powers, overwhelmed at first with the noise of the psychic world as well as the physical one. The thoughts of too many around him was overwhelming for his young mind. At long last he was put into a small special school for kids with extreme mutation quirks where he found his kind. Other students such as actual animals, living objects, or quirks that have special care concerns. With a graduating class of 18 kids, he was absolutely ready to break out of the small town vibes of his remote life, to head into the city.
His goal was always to get into UA University. Thoughts of fighting villains or being idolized flooded his mind from the massive amounts of heroic propaganda that circulates in Japan. Still, while not fully convinced he wants to be a hero himself, he nonetheless wants to enter the hero course at UA University with the hope that its advanced quirk-focused curriculum and academic prestige will serve him well as he becomes an adult in a world of superpowers, monsters, and what he hopes will become lifelong friendships.
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]ITEMS[/div]
Sovereign Tech Holographic eye-piece HUD (commercially available in stores anywhere)
A small backpack with:
> A couple books he's currently reading
> Emergency USB X battery
> HoloHUD charging cable and adapter
> Noise-Cancelling Headphones
> Earplugs
> Eyedrops
> Pens
> Playing cards and a set of dice
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]QUIRK[/div]
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[b]QUIRK NAME:[/b] All Seeing Eye
[b]QUIRK RANK:[/b] C+
[b]QUIRK TYPE:[/b] Emitter/Mutation
[b]QUIRK DESCRIPTION:[/b] The most obvious aspect of Koji's quirk is that he is a giant floating eyeball, a mutation that has in many ways hindered his social life since he was a toddler.
The quirk, All Seeing Eye, however, does still come with some extraordinary benefits. First and foremost being the powerful psychic abilities that Koji has at his disposal. His psychic powers come twofold; First, he is able to psychometrically perceive his surroundings, allowing him to communicate and limitedly interact with places, objects, and other people's minds telepathically. Second, he is able to exert physical force on external physical objects, including himself, telekinetically.
In regards to the first aspect, Psychometry; it allows Koji to perceive his surroundings with an "extra sense", allowing him to read psychic impregnations left behind by events that involved strong emotional echoes by living creatures. Places of joy, worship, pain, all tell Koji stories about what transpired there. Objects can carry psychic imprints too, such as objects that are widely religiously revered, or were someone's lifelong lucky trinket.
It is in this 'telepathic manner' that Koji interacts with the environment. He is able to utilize his attentive consciousness as an external "extrasensoric" effect, which allows him to project his speech into the minds of others, allowing him to communicate with other living minds without the use of a mouth or vocal chords. He can hear physical sounds just fine. He is even able to "join" with someone's mind and enter their thoughtspace or dreams, but only if the other participant is willing, or unconscious. Attempting to do so with an awake, and resisting person would overwhelm Koji with the monumental amount of information, both conscious and subconscious, bouncing around in active minds.
The second aspect of Koji's quirk is a form of somatic telekinesis, who's qualities are defined and described by his physical attributes and their associated ranks.
[b]QUIRK DRAWBACKS:[/b] The most obvious drawback to Koji's quirk is that he is a giant floating eyeball. He only has slightly more physical durability of that of a normal human eyeball, owed exclusively to his size. Fine particulates and irritants can cripple Koji's ability to see and use his quirk, and he has no hands with which to rub his eyes free of dust. He relies exclusively on his tear ducts (and eyedrops) to keep his vision and clarity unobstructed.
As far as his psychic abilities are concerned, Koji's psychometry is limited in what information he can gather from places, people, or things. The psychic imprints can only be read from the perspective of the specific thing or place in question; which is to say that not all churches and not all icons would be the same. Only the idol in a church with a large congregation would hold the emanations of beliefs, while a separate, identical idol would just be blank if it were never actually displayed.
Another limitation of this psychometry occurs when it comes to metals. Metal barriers prevent any and all of Koji's psychometric communication/perception; with the metal needing only to be the thickness of aluminum foil. However, contrary to popular suspicion, one would have to cover their [i]entire[/i] head, face included, if they want to be totally safe. This does mean that so long as he is able to make eye contact with you, you will still be able to hear his voice.
As mentioned before, Koji cannot read the minds of unwilling participants. Active opposition in a target's thoughts overwhelms Koji's ability to interpret the brain's signals. Willing participants need to cooperate by clearing and calming their mind, and therefore allowing Koji to approach their conscious and subconscious with patience and clarity. This means that someone doesn't even have to be opposing Koji himself, but simply by being in a panicked or anxious state will prevent Koji's ability from working fully. In the best of cases, Koji will only be able to get the vaguest, most prominent impressions from an active, frantic mind; such as if they're experiencing pain or are starving or frightened; stuff that one doesn't really need to be a mind reader to figure out.
Insofar as Koji's somatic telekinesis is concerned, it only becomes a strain on Koji's stamina to use if he reaches beyond what would be considered "arms length", or roughly 3 feet. Using telekinesis within his own 'personal space' only takes as much stamina to exert, as exerting a normal human physical body would. Even if it were to go beyond this range, his telekinetic strength and dexterity would remain the same.
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]ATTRIBUTES[/div]
[table][tbody][tr][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b]» AWARENESS (D+)
[/b]This attribute is not affected by Koji's quirk.[/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b]» PRESENCE (C-)[/b]
This attribute is not affected by Koji's quirk.[/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b]» CONSTITUTION (D+)[/b]
How capable Koji is of utilizing and protecting himself with his quirk for long periods of time.[/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b]» SPEED (C)[/b]
The control with which Koji is able to telekinetically accelerate himself through 3-dimensional space.[/td][/tr][tr][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b]» DEXTERITY (D+)[/b]
The proficiency with which Koji can telekinetically manipulate objects in 3-dimensional space.[/td][td style="padding:5px;vertical-align:top;width:225px;"][b]» STRENGTH (D+)[/b]
The amount of force that Koji is able to telekinetically exert on any single object.[/td][/tr][/tbody][/table]
[div align="center"][b]Limit Breakers: 3 Available | 0/45 Used[/b][/div]
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]EQUIPMENT[/div]
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[b]EQUIPMENT NAME:[/b] HoloHUD
[b]EQUIPMENT RANK:[/b] C-
[b]EQUIPMENT MANUFACTURER:[/b] Sovereign Technologies
[b]EQUIPMENT DESCRIPTION:[/b] A holographic lens that projects a H.U.D in front of Koji's eye, giving him easy visual access to the internet, media displays, phone calls, texting, gps, camera and microphone, and access to popular application and game stores. It also has protocols for alerting emergency authorities to active villain or criminal activity while providing real-time information on nearby safe-zones and evacuation procedures. Koji is able to interact with the holographic interface with eye-tracking, blinking, and his telekinetic quirk aspect.
[div][attr="class","body"][div][attr="class","header2"]SKILLS[/div]
[spoiler][b]SKILL NAME:[/b] n/a
[b]SKILL RANK:[/b] n/a
[b]SKILL DESCRIPTION:[/b] n/a
Limit Breaks available: 3/3[/spoiler]
[div align="center"][b]PLAYED BY [i]MrMistoffeleez[/i][/b][/div][/div][/div]
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