BrokenPromise

A World of Magic Roleplay Interest Check!

@5341Ace My condolences, I'm glad you have more time now.

Unfortunately, I showed interest about three weeks ago and have since signed up to other projects. I wish you luck with this, but I will not be joining.

Symphony on High

@Ponn@Majoraa@ERode

Dante’s ireful “welcome” wouldn’t go unnoticed. At least he wasn’t moving to get rid of them yet. It’d be poor for the business if patrons had to watch him murder the three of them, Finn guessed. The boy reeled himself back and opened his mouth to say something until he felt Ashley firmly grip his shoulders. No doubt she was holding him back from doing anything reckless. He glanced over his shoulder to look at her incredulously. Would a fib like that really work here? Dante already knew why they were there, why he was there. But if they’re gonna keep things cordial, might as well.

And then Estelle said something about them leaving. Hell. No. Not that Finn didn’t trust where she was going with that idea, but nothing would stop the diner owner from being more prepared to fuck their shit up if they left and came back later. The other two agents may not understand his reasoning but to hell with it, it’s better to get this over with now before this gets any worse!

Finn shrugged out of Ashley’s grip and approached the counter.

”Hell-o again.”

Dante looked at each of the agents in turn. Ashley’s lie was obvious, but she had been able to pick up on the fact that Dante was not making any aggressive movements. Furthermore, he had a group of teenage girls at the back of the diner. Clearly he wasn’t turning them away because of their age. This was a covert conversation where both parties were required to extract truth from the lies they were telling each other.

This made Estelle’s remark somewhat troublesome. She had mentioned coming back later, but also that she wouldn’t want to disrupt his business at peak hours. Was Dante supposed to interpret this as a threat from some monster murdering agents? Would his business get disrupted if he didn’t comply?

And then there was Finn…

”Didn’t you hear me?” Dante stepped up to the counter until his fat stomach seeped over the edge. ”We’ve already made arrangements to speak later, why have you come here now?”

Aha. Finn shot him a knowing smile, before he glanced aside and lowered his voice enough for Dante to still hear. _{”Unfortunately I’m supposed to be here on business. Keeping the fact I’ve been cordial with you guys hidden from the other agents hasn’t stopped them from coming here to investigate the source of my curse. I don’t really want things to end up in a bloodbath so, if you’re alright with me just asking a few questions, that’d be appreciated.”}

”And I suppose you did everything in your power to prevent them from finding out?” He growled. Unlike Finn, Dante wasn’t being so quiet anymore. ”I told you that we would get this taken care of. What else do you need to know?”

”Whatever kee-”

”Eyyyyyyy!” A cowboy by the counter pointed at Finn. ”This li’l bronco here given’ ya troubleeeeeeee?” He slurred his words.

”Everything is under control.” Dante gave the drunk a sideways glance. ”Enjoy your drink and butt out of this!”

”Yeaaaaaaa, but I can woop ‘em good if ya need me to, I can give em an ol-”” And then he swung his arm and splashed the Dryads sitting beside him.

”Gah!” One of the dryads, not looking too sober herself, swung the back of her hand at the cowboy’s head. With a crack, he stumbled backwards into a table seated by more cowboys, and spilled their beer all over the floor.

”I see how it is.” The cowboys started to stand up one at a time and cracked their knuckles. ”The Dryad Biker gang thinks it can tussle with the Cowboy Biker gang, huh?”

”Any day of the week, ‘greenhorn.’”

”...The hell did you call me?!”

And just like that, a bar fight ensued.

The cowboy gang might have greatly outnumbered everyone else, but they had also done most of the drinking and had a hard time differentiating between the dryads and everyone else. Fighting erupted all over the diner, and no one was safe. Even the schoolgirls who were minding their own business found themselves cornered by some of the cowboy thugs. And if they’d stoop so low as to attack some defenseless girls, they would certainly attack a babysitter and the two children she was looking after. The gemini agents were set upon on all sides, and Dante’s shouts of annoyance couldn’t rise above the sound.

And neither could Finn’s tired sigh.

”Fucking knew it…” He mumbled, ducking down soon as all hell broke loose. He rummaged through his pockets for his grimoire to quickly transform.

”Someone get those girls out of here before they get hurt!” He called out to his fellow agents, pointing over to the corner they were in. ”Minimize injuries if you can, but don’t let them overwhelm you!!” The Timekeeper snapped his head back towards Dante, silently giving him an apologetic look.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

"I’m glad everyone has so much faith in me. Thanks a lot, girls!”

— Suki Oyama

No matter how fast Oros skated away, the wind couldn’t remove the sensation of Tsubomi’s breath from her face. It was nice, sure, but if she couldn’t focus up before she met the dragon magical girl, there would be problems. Or maybe this was actually a good thing? Would having her close encounter with Tsubomi’s breath get her mind off of the dragon girl’s other assets? But what if she was into being gawked at? Oros wouldn’t have long to think about such matters. After skating a few blocks down, she passed the treeline that marked the town's outer limits.

Hibusa Town seemed to exist in an impossible intersection between the mountains, the coastline, and a giant city, with this particular exit faced towards the latter. It was quite far off, but even from here it was possible to see the distant skyscrapers. Nobody knew the city's real name, but it had received the nickname “City of Light” due to how it looked at night. The light pollution created a halo of golden light that made it stand out from the night sky. Allegedly the city was teeming with light magical girls, who occasionally wandered into Hibusa Town to “make a difference.” If you believed the rumors, Schrade used to run the detention club at the city of light before relocating her base of operations here.

But what often got forgotten about was that there was a really nice field between the treeline and the forest right before the city. It didn’t offer much in the way of seclusion, but it was a great place to do things that required a lot of space. The dragon magical girl saw fit to display her power by floating dragons in the sky. Though it was weir. At this distance, Oros noticed a long string bound the dragons to the magical girl’s hand.

”Wait a second…”

Looking at the magical girl herself, her outfit seemed oddly familiar. No, not just the outfit, the girl in question seemed familiar too. Her large, ample breasts, slender fingers, beauty that could stop a parade, and bleached blond hair that looked red under the setting sun. The mysterious magical girl in question was none other than Misoka, the most beautiful, talented, and altruistic girl in school. She was also 100% not a magical girl, and only wore a fancy outfit as part of her good-doing club, or whatever she called it.

Suddenly, Tsubomi’s breath felt very distant.

---

Nyxia strode, Acid Drop jogged, But Roche bound after the blood witch. Oros was out of sight, but the blood trail did lead straight past the treeline into the field. If Roche bothered to look ahead, they might notice that the dragons may have been box kites. But if they kept their eye on the ground, they might have noticed a human sized ball of fire leaping up at them. And if they didn’t, they certainly felt the heat on their skin as it got closer.

Woosh!

As the fireball passed her by, Roche could make out someone inside. It was difficult to make out their exact shape, but the grin they shot Roche let them know that the fireball they were inside was very much not causing them any discomfort whatsoever. That, and Roche only got a brief glimpse inside before it shot past her. The grinning fireball flew in an arc and landed directly on the roof of the flower shop. This triggered a small scale explosion that threw flames in every direction. The explosion shattered every window in the small building, including the glass doors. Some of the flowers were thrown through these newly made openings, and caught fire in the ensuing nova of flame. A figure kneeled in the crater of the roof. In either hand she held a burning miseria. Before she could stand back up, the creatures burned into smoke. She watched the smoke join the burning pedals as they circled each other in the air.

Red eyes, wild red hair, tight outfit, well endowed, dragon heads coming out of her back. This girl definitely met the description that Suki had given them. Though something that hadn’t come up was how high tech she looked. The dragons that loomed over her shoulders were not made of scale and flesh, but plate and steel. The dragon girl could just as easly be compared to a cyborg with all the metal her body held. Her feet were just a pair of pronged metal toes and an elevated heel.

"Watch where you’re flying next time. I nearly hit my head on this building because you dove in front of me.” She placed a hand on her hip before looking over the three dark magical girls. "So what’s going on? Are you going to start a free for all? Or…”

While it was true that magical girls were invisible to normal humans, that was only true if they didn’t use their magic. The reason why there were so many spirit sightings in Hibusa Town was because when magical girls went all out, they did turn up as spirits. This was probably how reports of the dragon girl started to circulate.

The older woman had been hurt by the explosion. Her arm had been sliced open by a shard of glass, but she was running in and out of the small building to save as many of the flowers as possible. The building itself was intact, but a lot of the outside fixtures had caught fire. If the flames spread, it would get a lot worse.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

@Silver Carrot *squints eyes* You look... familiar...

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

@Xaltwind I think that particular picture is suppose to be for a beach scene. I assure you, she does wear pants, as I'm sure your character doesn't trot around in their undies all the time.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

Isra Mahmud

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Isra Mahmud

”Old relics can have contemporary appeal.”

33 y/o | Female | 150 LBs | 5’8”
Egypt | Memphis

Personality

When people think of Egypt, they often think of the pyramids, mummies, and other antiquated things. But modern Egypt is a bit different than it was thousands of years ago. While it’s clear Egyptians revere the past, they have embraced the future just like any other country. The same cannot be said for everyone, and that includes Isra Mahmud.

Were it not for her appearance, you would swear she was a teenager. Isra likes to gossip, use slang terms, indulge in buying trinkets, and has every big aspiration under the sun from writing this decade’s best fantasy trilogy to climbing Mount Everest. What doesn’t interest her is everything in her adult life, which she unironically calls “adulting.” The idea of settling down or pursuing a career with a future is a surefire way to get her to roll her eyes.

Most would describe Isra as being a little insufferable. Her wit is sharp, and she looks happy for absolutely no reason. And when she isn’t grinning like some asshole, she’s probably chewing someone out for some behavior she finds irreprehensible. Yes, she’s really fun on dates. That said, children tend to enjoy her quite a bit.

Backstory

Anyone living in a first world country would likely get culture shock if they were to visit Egypt. Aside from everyday commodities being prohibitively expensive, you have hundred year old buildings standing beside brand new ones and super shopping centers going up beside slum districts. The revolution in 2011 as well as the inflating American Dollar has made it difficult for the average Egyptian to survive.They have far less than their western counterparts, but are more positive about their situation. But Isra Mahmud is not an average Egyptian. Her parents owned a museum and were able to dip into Egypt’s huge tourist industry. They weren’t part of the super elite, but their daughter was well taken care of. Isra was able to enjoy every “basic” comfort the world had to offer, from a good tuition to owning her own smartphone.

While Egypt isn’t quite Islam, they do borrow a lot of their culture from them. This includes the requirement for girls to be submissive towards men, and to allow said men to take care of them. Something about that never sat right with Isra, but it wasn’t like she could escape it. Her mother assisted her father, and it was the same thing for her friends. It was an unfortunate yet inevitable part of her reality. She would be married to someone who was capable enough to run the art museum and she would be expected to help her husband with all of his endeavors. Part of her preparation for this was to go to college for a business degree, and what Egyptian family wouldn’t send their daughter to one of the best western colleges?

That was where she got a taste of that freedom she was yearning for. The woman of the west could wear what they wanted, go where they wanted, interact with who they wanted, and were not expected to serve their husbands to the same degree they would have back home. After spending years living by her own rules and “studying” late into the night, she couldn’t go back. It wasn’t difficult for Isra to shake her parents off her trail. After drifting around college for a few years, she told her parents a little lie: That she had gotten a fantastic job opportunity and found a wealthy man to take care of her. Having your child live a better life than you is every Egyptian parent’s dream. Why would they command her to come home?

Something Isra hadn’t accounted for was the responsibility that came with her new freedoms. Mommy and daddy had been paying her way, so she didn’t have to worry about trying to support herself. Her parents saw no need to continue supporting her, assuming her husband-to-be had it all under control. College was prohibitively expensive and not something Isra could afford while working a minimum wage job. She left college without a degree and only had enough money to survive for a few weeks tops. Her student visa would most certainly expire now that she was no longer learning. Returning home wasn’t an option. Her parents would be more than furious if they learned how unproductive she had been with her time overseas. Though if the local government decided to come after her, she’d get deported and face her parents anyway. But even if neither of those scenarios came to pass, was this it? Was she supposed to work as a grocery bagger until she died?

Meanwhile, magical girls were starting to become more prevalent in the media. Now that was Isra’s dream job. Getting adored by everyone, having powers, seeing the world, all under a superhero’s guise. And all you had to do was show up to beat up the monster of the week when things got crazy. Scoring a job like that would be amazing. But it was up to luck if you got picked to become a magical girl or not. The entire process wasn’t very well understood, but it wasn’t a career choice you signed up for.

Or was it?

That’s how one add in the paper made it sound. “Magical girl tryouts! Test subject needed!” It was a small ad with little information, but she called the number anyway. It didn’t seem like her status as an illegal alien or college drop out would bar her from entry. The pay would let Isra continue to live in the comfort she had become accustomed to. It all seemed a little shady, a little questionable, but Isra was too desperate to question anything.

Turns out, Isra was one of fifty women to show up. What ensued was something akin to an intense elimination tournament that had nothing to do with magical girls and everything to do with enduring physically and mentally unpleasant challenges. At the end of the week, Isra emerged the winner and met the “wise scientist” who hosted the event. As it turns out, the wise scientist was looking for the perfect candidate to turn into a magical girl, with the tournament being a way of finding the most suitable among them. Though they admitted that it was mostly for their entertainment and they had way more practical ways to select a subject. This was followed by some laughter, before turning Isra into a magical girl.

Now Isra serves the wise scientist, who seems more interested in being amused than bettering humanity or completing any real goal. But that’s just fine for her. So long as she can continue to live like a carefree child, she’ll gladly do whatever’s asked of her.

Other Details

- Yellow is her favorite color.
- She may not have finished college, but she’s computer literate and understands how global economies work. It’s still an incomplete education.
- She can also read, write, and speak several languages, but this was the result of her parent’s teaching rather than the college.
- She can out drink you.
- Might be a bit of a genki.

Osiris

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Osiris

”Go ahead, scatter my body across Egypt. It won’t stop me from coming back.”

Immortality | Insects | Bruiser

Overview

Osiris is Isra’s magical girl form, created by the wise scientist. It was inspired by Egyptian mythology and then married with the most advanced technology the omniverse has to offer, because she thought it was funny. She’s a durable cyborg with insect-like qualities. Perhaps “Khepri” would have been a better name for Isra’s magical girl form, but the scarab-faced god isn’t as well known and you’d really have to be at least twenty percent as smart as the wise scientist to understand. Osiris accels in close quarters combat where she can make the most of her robust form and insect swarms.

Also she gives off “dark magical girl” vibes, in case it wasn’t evident from the picture.

Powers/Attacks

Name:S.C.A.R.A.B.(Self-Contained Aerial Refractive Aether Booster)

Range: Self
Power: Minor
Description:

Osiris “backpack” is capable of generating hard light constructs to act as wings. This doesn’t enable flight, but it can help her glide, high jump, air dash, reverse momentum, etc.

Name:S.P.I.D.E.R. (Supplementary Powered Implementation Devices for Enemy Removal)

Range: Up to ten feet
Power: Minor
Description:

Sometimes, two hands isn’t enough. Osiris can construct up to four additional arms to really deliver the MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA! Alternatively, she can create cyber organic tendrils to latch onto stuff with.

Name:S.W.A.R.M. (Synthetic Weaponized Ancillary Robotic Minions)

Range: Within one-hundred feet
Power: Minor
Description:

Osirus can conjure up a swarm of insect-like nanomachines to do her bidding. They can’t do a lot of damage on their own, but are capable of making repairs, forming a barrier, or momentarily blinding an opponent by swarming their head.

Name:L.O.C.U.S.T. (Localized Omniphasic Cloud for Uninhibited Swift Transit)

Range: Within one-hundred feet
Power: Medium
Description:

Sometimes it’s not enough to make a swarm, sometimes you need to become the swarm. Osiris can overclock her S.W.A.R.M. module to disperse her entire body and reassemble at a new location. But not before eviscerating everything in her flight path.

Name:M.A.N.T.I.S. (Mechanical Appendage Neo-Titanic Implementation System)

Range: Up to 20 feet
Power: Medium
Description:

In addition to conjuring normal sized arms/tendrils, Osiris can also conjure two extra big, extra thicc arms for even more walloping power. These tend to look like giant mantis claws, pincers, or insect mandibles

Name: B.E.E.S.(Built-in Endless Eclipse System)

Range: Self
Power: Major
Description:

When backed into a corner, Osiris can activate her Built-in Endless Eclipse System. In addition to completely healing all of her wounds, the unit peers at least ten seconds into the future and creates a perfect defense for anything that could possibly harm Osiris. This does not give her the ability to divine the future, and is handled entirely by the B.E.E.S.

Transformation Item

Isra has an ornate makeup mirror. It allows her to transform, apply makeup accurately, and also acts as a device to communicate with the wise scientist.

Magical Weapon

Osiris doesn’t really need a magical girl weapon, but the wise scientist doesn’t believe in half measures. She’s gifted Osiris with the S.C.O.R.P.I.O.N. (Supplemental Chthonic Omniphasic Reactive Polyharmonic Infinite Opposition Neutralizer), which is a sickle that’s attached to her back. It’s effectively a third arm, and can be used to fend off attackers or swing on obstacles that conveniently fit inside the blade’s crescent shape.

The Wise Doctor

Doctor Nikki Yolanda Kannis (Doctor Nykannis, Queen of the Mad Scientists!) *It’s pronounced Kan-nis, not Kay-nis.

“Who the fuck were you expecting? Sharr ‘Aria “Smug Bitch” Rizzo’ Webber?!”

Unknown y/o | Female | Won’t Tell LBs | 4’8”
Mad Science | Weird Science | Human?

Personality

Nykannis is a typical Mad Scientist, in that she is extremely egotistical, highly focused on her work, and very, very insane. Aside from that, though, she can be rather personable, and if you take an interest in her current projects/obsessions, she can happily talk with you for hours on end (that said, Nykannis’s social skills are sorely lacking, and if you don’t have an intellect or level of enthusiasm close to hers, it will be a very one-sided conversation).

Other Details

- Like all Mad Scientists, Nykannis is prone to unleashing cackling peals of laughter for no readily apparent reason.

- This character was "inspired" by one of Ponn's creations, and they will be writing all of her dialog.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

@shagranoz You need to use brackets if you want mentions to work correctly.

I was picturing something more akin to squid games than some televised tourney, but the details have been left non-specific because I don't think it's going to come up in story. Also, Nykannis surpassed the limitations of humanity several hundred millennia ago, so you can't really classify her as a human anymore. But you also can't expect my collage drop out to know the difference anyway.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

Here's my character. @Ponn helped me name some of her attacks, so thanks for that.

Isra Mahmud

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Isra Mahmud

”Old relics can have contemporary appeal.”

33 y/o | Female | 150 LBs | 5’8”
Egypt | Memphis

Personality

When people think of Egypt, they often think of the pyramids, mummies, and other antiquated things. But modern Egypt is a bit different than it was thousands of years ago. While it’s clear Egyptians revere the past, they have embraced the future just like any other country. The same cannot be said for everyone, and that includes Isra Mahmud.

Were it not for her appearance, you would swear she was a teenager. Isra likes to gossip, use slang terms, indulge in buying trinkets, and has every big aspiration under the sun from writing this decade’s best fantasy trilogy to climbing Mount Everest. What doesn’t interest her is everything in her adult life, which she unironically calls “adulting.” The idea of settling down or pursuing a career with a future is a surefire way to get her to roll her eyes.

Most would describe Isra as being a little insufferable. Her wit is sharp, and she looks happy for absolutely no reason. And when she isn’t grinning like some asshole, she’s probably chewing someone out for some behavior she finds irreprehensible. Yes, she’s really fun on dates. That said, children tend to enjoy her quite a bit.

Backstory

Anyone living in a first world country would likely get culture shock if they were to visit Egypt. Aside from everyday commodities being prohibitively expensive, you have hundred year old buildings standing beside brand new ones and super shopping centers going up beside slum districts. The revolution in 2011 as well as the inflating American Dollar has made it difficult for the average Egyptian to survive.They have far less than their western counterparts, but are more positive about their situation. But Isra Mahmud is not an average Egyptian. Her parents owned a museum and were able to dip into Egypt’s huge tourist industry. They weren’t part of the super elite, but their daughter was well taken care of. Isra was able to enjoy every “basic” comfort the world had to offer, from a good tuition to owning her own smartphone.

While Egypt isn’t quite Islam, they do borrow a lot of their culture from them. This includes the requirement for girls to be submissive towards men, and to allow said men to take care of them. Something about that never sat right with Isra, but it wasn’t like she could escape it. Her mother assisted her father, and it was the same thing for her friends. It was an unfortunate yet inevitable part of her reality. She would be married to someone who was capable enough to run the art museum and she would be expected to help her husband with all of his endeavors. Part of her preparation for this was to go to college for a business degree, and what Egyptian family wouldn’t send their daughter to one of the best western colleges?

That was where she got a taste of that freedom she was yearning for. The woman of the west could wear what they wanted, go where they wanted, interact with who they wanted, and were not expected to serve their husbands to the same degree they would have back home. After spending years living by her own rules and “studying” late into the night, she couldn’t go back. It wasn’t difficult for Isra to shake her parents off her trail. After drifting around college for a few years, she told her parents a little lie: That she had gotten a fantastic job opportunity and found a wealthy man to take care of her. Having your child live a better life than you is every Egyptian parent’s dream. Why would they command her to come home?

Something Isra hadn’t accounted for was the responsibility that came with her new freedoms. Mommy and daddy had been paying her way, so she didn’t have to worry about trying to support herself. Her parents saw no need to continue supporting her, assuming her husband-to-be had it all under control. College was prohibitively expensive and not something Isra could afford while working a minimum wage job. She left college without a degree and only had enough money to survive for a few weeks tops. Her student visa would most certainly expire now that she was no longer learning. Returning home wasn’t an option. Her parents would be more than furious if they learned how unproductive she had been with her time overseas. Though if the local government decided to come after her, she’d get deported and face her parents anyway. But even if neither of those scenarios came to pass, was this it? Was she supposed to work as a grocery bagger until she died?

Meanwhile, magical girls were starting to become more prevalent in the media. Now that was Isra’s dream job. Getting adored by everyone, having powers, seeing the world, all under a superhero’s guise. And all you had to do was show up to beat up the monster of the week when things got crazy. Scoring a job like that would be amazing. But it was up to luck if you got picked to become a magical girl or not. The entire process wasn’t very well understood, but it wasn’t a career choice you signed up for.

Or was it?

That’s how one add in the paper made it sound. “Magical girl tryouts! Test subject needed!” It was a small ad with little information, but she called the number anyway. It didn’t seem like her status as an illegal alien or college drop out would bar her from entry. The pay would let Isra continue to live in the comfort she had become accustomed to. It all seemed a little shady, a little questionable, but Isra was too desperate to question anything.

Turns out, Isra was one of fifty women to show up. What ensued was something akin to an intense elimination tournament that had nothing to do with magical girls and everything to do with enduring physically and mentally unpleasant challenges. At the end of the week, Isra emerged the winner and met the “wise scientist” who hosted the event. As it turns out, the wise scientist was looking for the perfect candidate to turn into a magical girl, with the tournament being a way of finding the most suitable among them. Though they admitted that it was mostly for their entertainment and they had way more practical ways to select a subject. This was followed by some laughter, before turning Isra into a magical girl.

Now Isra serves the wise scientist, who seems more interested in being amused than bettering humanity or completing any real goal. But that’s just fine for her. So long as she can continue to live like a carefree child, she’ll gladly do whatever’s asked of her.

Other Details

- Yellow is her favorite color.
- She may not have finished college, but she’s computer literate and understands how global economies work. It’s still an incomplete education.
- She can also read, write, and speak several languages, but this was the result of her parent’s teaching rather than the college.
- She can out drink you.
- Might be a bit of a genki.

Osiris

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Osiris

”Go ahead, scatter my body across Egypt. It won’t stop me from coming back.”

Immortality | Insects | Bruiser

Overview

Osiris is Isra’s magical girl form, created by the wise scientist. It was inspired by Egyptian mythology and then married with the most advanced technology the omniverse has to offer, because she thought it was funny. She’s a durable cyborg with insect-like qualities. Perhaps “Khepri” would have been a better name for Isra’s magical girl form, but the scarab-faced god isn’t as well known and you’d really have to be at least twenty percent as smart as the wise scientist to understand. Osiris accels in close quarters combat where she can make the most of her robust form and insect swarms.

Also she gives off “dark magical girl” vibes, in case it wasn’t evident from the picture.

Powers/Attacks

Name:S.C.A.R.A.B.(Self-Contained Aerial Refractive Aether Booster)

Range: Self
Power: Minor
Description:

Osiris “backpack” is capable of generating hard light constructs to act as wings. This doesn’t enable flight, but it can help her glide, high jump, air dash, reverse momentum, etc.

Name:S.P.I.D.E.R. (Supplementary Powered Implementation Devices for Enemy Removal)

Range: Up to ten feet
Power: Minor
Description:

Sometimes, two hands isn’t enough. Osiris can construct up to four additional arms to really deliver the MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA! Alternatively, she can create cyber organic tendrils to latch onto stuff with.

Name:S.W.A.R.M. (Synthetic Weaponized Ancillary Robotic Minions)

Range: Within one-hundred feet
Power: Minor
Description:

Osirus can conjure up a swarm of insect-like nanomachines to do her bidding. They can’t do a lot of damage on their own, but are capable of making repairs, forming a barrier, or momentarily blinding an opponent by swarming their head.

Name:L.O.C.U.S.T. (Localized Omniphasic Cloud for Uninhibited Swift Transit)

Range: Within one-hundred feet
Power: Medium
Description:

Sometimes it’s not enough to make a swarm, sometimes you need to become the swarm. Osiris can overclock her S.W.A.R.M. module to disperse her entire body and reassemble at a new location. But not before eviscerating everything in her flight path.

Name:M.A.N.T.I.S. (Mechanical Appendage Neo-Titanic Implementation System)

Range: Up to 20 feet
Power: Medium
Description:

In addition to conjuring normal sized arms/tendrils, Osiris can also conjure two extra big, extra thicc arms for even more walloping power. These tend to look like giant mantis claws, pincers, or insect mandibles

Name: B.E.E.S.(Built-in Endless Eclipse System)

Range: Self
Power: Major
Description:

When backed into a corner, Osiris can activate her Built-in Endless Eclipse System. In addition to completely healing all of her wounds, the unit peers at least ten seconds into the future and creates a perfect defense for anything that could possibly harm Osiris. This does not give her the ability to divine the future, and is handled entirely by the B.E.E.S.

Transformation Item

Isra has an ornate makeup mirror. It allows her to transform, apply makeup accurately, and also acts as a device to communicate with the wise scientist.

Magical Weapon

Osiris doesn’t really need a magical girl weapon, but the wise scientist doesn’t believe in half measures. She’s gifted Osiris with the S.C.O.R.P.I.O.N. (Supplemental Chthonic Omniphasic Reactive Polyharmonic Infinite Opposition Neutralizer), which is a sickle that’s attached to her back. It’s effectively a third arm, and can be used to fend off attackers or swing on obstacles that conveniently fit inside the blade’s crescent shape.

The Wise Doctor

Doctor Nikki Yolanda Kannis (Doctor Nykannis, Queen of the Mad Scientists!) *It’s pronounced Kan-nis, not Kay-nis.

“Who the fuck were you expecting? Sharr ‘Aria “Smug Bitch” Rizzo’ Webber?!”

Unknown y/o | Female | Won’t Tell LBs | 4’8”
Mad Science | Weird Science | Human?

Personality

Nykannis is a typical Mad Scientist, in that she is extremely egotistical, highly focused on her work, and very, very insane. Aside from that, though, she can be rather personable, and if you take an interest in her current projects/obsessions, she can happily talk with you for hours on end (that said, Nykannis’s social skills are sorely lacking, and if you don’t have an intellect or level of enthusiasm close to hers, it will be a very one-sided conversation).

Other Details

- Like all Mad Scientists, Nykannis is prone to unleashing cackling peals of laughter for no readily apparent reason.

-This character was "inspired" by one of Ponn's creations, and they will be writing all of her dialog.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

@Xaltwind Don't worry. With what I'm apping, your character will look tame by comparison.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

I find placeholder posts to be largely unnecessary for RPs with the advent of ZEROTH POST HIJINKO but I guess it's up to GM preference.

I'll have to think of a character. It's tempting to bring Amber back, but it already looks like we have some people who fill her archetype in spirit. I don't think she's really the direction I want to take here anyway.