She, is a crystal gem. She'll always save the day. And if you think she can't, well She'll always find away. That's why the people of this town, count on Little magic girls and love Like Tama!
• Name: Deishuu, Tsuruga • Title: Tenshi • Age: 16 • Emblem: The skeleton of wings stretching from the nape of her neck to her shoulders.
• Devil Arm: Before corruption Tsuruga only had one wing of peerless white feathers. With only the one she could fight but never fly, bound to the earth save the occasional glide. Post corruption, the flesh has given way to metal and the wing now has a twin. An infinitely more aggressive form, and one that brought the freedom of flight without restriction to her.
• Magic: Repulsion, the magic of expelling objects with greater force as they drew nearer to her Devil Arm and self. Pre-corruption it was a handy defense and could crush nightmare's if activated in close range. Post-corruption and Tsuruga can repel herself into the skies, rejecting the air beneath or around her to sharply change direction and maneuver, while her mechanized wings can utilize it to confer greater force behind blows. It functions consciously and can only be maintained for a second at peak force before rapidly diminishing, meaning it can't function as an automatic defense.
• Background: Paranoia. Anxiety. Mistrust. Characteristics held close to Tsuruga's chest, keeping her mind ill at ease and her heart roiling even as the moon hangs high. An irrational fear of the unknown and known has dominated her as long as she could recall, growing steadily with the passing years till the innocence of youth was left behind and she found her teenage years consumed by self doubt. Every perceived misstep lingered just beyond the forefront of her mind, waiting for a moment's carelessness to slip forward as fresh and clear as when they'd occurred. Tiny, inconsequential faux-pas that accumulated into chains upon her person.
Powerless against her own irrational mind she smiled and suffered with the same breaths, taking what she could even when it was ash upon her tongue. Hardly sleeping, hardly living, caught in a limbo of concern that overwrite any triumph with past failings like so many un-buried corpses whose stench has soiled the earth around her.
It was something she reconciled herself, resigned to the function of her being with no recourse but to either carry on or collapse, and the later was far from appealing. She could make peace with the absence of peace, till a tv-headed mascot approached her with an offer even her rampant mind couldn't have worried her over. An offer so alien it drowned out all other concerns, stilled her heart, and brought a clarity that was wholly alien yet welcome.
A one winged angel of justice took to the streets, banishing literal Nightmare's that could be seen, grappled, and destroyed. The catharsis of a physical enemy that Tsuraga could engage with was refreshing and for a time, it was enough. Just enough, to silence her quivering heart and let her collapse into blissful exhaustion at the end of each night. Day to day life felt so inconsequential compared to her nightly pursuits they hardly bothered her for a time.
But familiarity is a funny thing. With repetition it comes and makes what was once exciting pedantic, and the constant grind of nightly battles with no conclusion robbed her of her fragile surety. Cracks splintered outwards, and she desperately tried to patch them with greater effort, throwing herself into the hunting of Nightmare's till she didn't care an iota for those she was supposed to be protected. To be faster, stronger, and better then she was before. To outrun her failings with little more then a wing and a prayer was impossible. Tsuruga Deishuu didn't know when she fell. When the feathers fell away and cold metal took their place.
She thought it happened in her sleep.
It's a well established notion that human's don't look up. It takes effort to encourage the neck to bend that far back.
Thus she could feel remarkably alone hanging amid the clouds over Miso city, the air frigid and thin this high up. Tsuruga knew being a magical girl gave her some added resilience to the elements so she didn't question her ability to linger even as the wind tore at her exposed skin. It was grounding to be ensconced in the physicality of it all, her fingers splayed wide at her sides as the air pressed against it with enough force to almost fool her into believing another hand had intertwined with her own.
She released a breath, a briefly lived wisp of cold air swiftly dashed against her cheek as she craned her head back. The moon was shrouded by even higher clouds, meaning there was no light to catch off her wings to be glimpsed down below. Not that anyone normal could even see her, but they were beneath her notice till the sun rises and she is forced to suffer beneath their gaze. Tsuruga's eyes snapped open as her spine followed her backwards tilt, turning her entire body till she suddenly plummeted fully inverted. Talons of air pierced her through and through, yet her wings were unerring and the most minute of twitches on their part kept her fall straight and true.
A mob of nightmare's grazed oblivious to this, bearing all the awareness of grazing cattle. The whistle of wind hadn't even reached them before a missile struck with force enough to fracture the earth and flatten the center of the horde in a broad circle. Tsuruga hovered a feet off the ground, her hair buffeting as a flap of her wings righted her to the earth's orientation and she landed softly upon the crater.
"Tch." Her teeth sank sharply into her tongue as her gaze flicked away in disgust, the nightmare's advancing without concern for the other's sudden eradication. "Too soon. Not enough force for the entire group."
Tsuruga could do better. She had to do better, if only for herself. Working her hand across her scalp she threw her hair back, radiating contempt as darkness crept across her boots and the Nightmare's slid close enough to subsume her...
A beat of her wings, the crater expanded, and she returned to her vigil amidst the clouds.
The events in your few lasts posts are leading us to believe that we will have to reevaluate Soma's powers. She seems to be slipping out of the boundaries of what we understood to be her abilities as well as her capabilities with them on a regular basis. We need you to explain again what are her supposed capabilities and limitations, so that we can think about the best way to rework them.
Edited in a post ending the Nightmare battle on the end of my last post. Everyone GTFO unless you're looking to fight around a bunch of tense first respsonders.
• Name: Roselyna Emilia • Title: Solid Witch • Age: 17 • Emblem: A very bland looking bracelet that fits perfectly around her wrist with a single tear drop sized emerald to decorate the top portion.
• Divine Arm: Rose’s devil arm takes the form of the mechanical halo that encircles her head, this halo allows her to control the vast amount of systems that run her body as well as the ability to quick change from one form to another.
• Magic: Rose’s magic is split between her body which is composed of Technorganic physiology which takes the place of what would normally be a magical girl’s armor, this armor comes with its own set of abilities and functions independently of the halo that controls the main portion of her magic, this being magitech integrated.
Panzer body: The body that replaces a massive portion of the user’s organic form with mechanical biology fusing with the entity on a cellular level. The technorganic entity could be considered a form of cyborg. The Panzer body is her main warrior form and the latest model of her recent efforts, making it the only form user at this moment.
• Enhanced Strength and speed: The Panzer body allows nearly five times the stomping power that Rose herself untransformed is able to output while the speed is artificially set to a base max running speed of twenty miles per hour.
• Various boosters: Booster rockets can be found in the souls of her feet, the palms of her hands, two are located along her upper back while one is at the base of her spine these being the only ones that are omnidirectional.
• Limb Extensions: Pistons, valves and air in and outlet circuits are fashioned along the inner frame of her left arm, giving her the ability to extend her already impressive strength. Depending on how the outlet is used she can turn her single punch into a jackhammer of fists or into one single megaton punch. Once expended it takes about an hour to re-fill her tank with air to perform the move again.
• Arm cannon: Rose’s right arm can be transformed into a fully functional cannon that fires small pellets of energy at rapid fire or can be charged up for one giant ball.
Dragoon System: The Dragoon system is the name of the Halo that decorates the crown of her head, with this active Rose gains adaptive and learning technology that evolves her fighting capabilities.
• Living armory: The Dragoon system is magical at its base and has the ability to learn and absorb new forms of magic and adapt it into a weapon. When Rose touches another magical girl’s D. Arm she will gain a new weapon that can only be accessed by initiating a protocol, these protocols have limited uses and can only be used once a day. In addition to her new protocol, Rose will also receive a mass production model that is astronomically weaker than the special one, but it’ll be added to the suit for unlimited uses. (For RP purposes this must be a willing thing on both parties or defeated enemy also copying a Devil arm and repeated usage runs the risk of corruption)
• Expanded Mind Enhances the user’s general intellect as well as constantly feeds them information about how her weapons function, for this purpose in developing new bodies Rose utilizes a half-transformed state.
• Program advance: The ability to take two protocols and combine them into a super weapon, doing this will take all the uses out of the regular protocols and the Program advance itself only has one use before expiring the recharge is one day.
• Background:
“If all the hero’s run away, who’s going to be left to save the day?”
What’s danger mean to someone who doesn’t blink in the face of a never-ending abyss, someone who’ll bare their torch against the cold of the night and press on long after the embers of hope has faded. The name Roselyne wasn’t given to her by her birth mother the woman in question abandoned the child alone in the street as a newborn. Fortune would smile on the infant when she was picked up by a young woman who adopted the child, gave her a house to live in, food to eat, and even a name to call herself by.
Growing up was decent enough, her mom wasn’t the richest person in the world, but she was a hard worker and very loving. Rose was about ten years old when she realized she was adopted but had long since decided none of that mattered as this woman clearly gave her all to loving and protecting her. Her mother always strived to be more than she was the day before, getting up early every morning and attempted to better herself and become a good role model for her adoptive daughter this laid down the foundation for the Solid Witch in the future. No matter how tough times got or how desperate the situation her mom would never let on how broke down or beat up the world left her at the end of each day.
Rose became a magical girl at thirteen, although the exact events that led up to it are unclear, one thing is certain she took her mother’s strength of will and lessons of life reflecting them upon the world at large. With a clear mission in mind, the determined girl became the Solid Witch that traveled all over the world to aid in the nightmare infestation as well as investigate the source to put a stop to it all together.
• Inventory: A cellphone with only unsaved numbers, a smart watch to control said cellphone and forty dollars in USD.
Other:
Special Programs obtained: None Mass production weapons: None
Emblem: A long glove. It is black in colour except for one small orange spot on the back of the hand in the form of a lozenge. When Machiko transforms the glove becomes metallic and the lozenge glow with a bright orange light which seems to be directly linked to Machiko's other Magical Girl's equipment.
Devil Arm: Machiko's weapons used to be feather-like blade floating around her, pushing back the tide of darkness with cold and deadly precision. Now corrupted, her graceful blades turned to Heavy Lance and Shield. Focusing far more on raw power, even her shield stand as an antithesis to her new nature.
Magic: Machiko used to prefer few, precise strikes to deal with her enemies; no more. Using her shield for defense while her Lance charges it's power, Machiko specializes in closing the gap with devastating charges that more often than not end up with earth shattering blunt force.
The shield is floating, and controlled through Machiko's gauntlet. It can absorb any physical impacts, which includes things like the blast force of an explosion, to empower her Lance attacks.
Background: At first view, Machiko was a normal child living a normal life with a normal family. At school, she was mostly like other girls her age if not only slightly more reserved than most. Growing up, she acted like people asked her to act mostly because it was what was expected of her, but something was missing inside. Going from therapist to therapist, no one could really find a reason for her apparent 'indifference' to, well, everything. Her grades began to drop and her social circle became ever smaller.
She struggled with understanding the expectations of society or finding a reason and the will to 'see it through' feeling as if most of the things she did was wasted time, in the end. She did not look forward to anything, nor could she bring herself to - which she did try.
One thing did keep her looking forward, however: her father. He was always at work and constantly tired, but he always managed to find time for his daughter. Bringing her gifts, teaching her how to draw and play music on his spare time. If he could be this strong, then she too could keep a straight face and give it her all. It was during that time that a Mascot had visited her and Machiko became a Magical Girl. Fighting off Nightmares was like fighting off her dark thoughts and the apathy that besieged her.
She did this until the day Machiko's father had commit suicide. She never was told the reason, and never sought it out neither. He had been her guiding light, and that light died off in her with him. From that day onward, her apathy turned to full blown existential nihilism, seeing life as insignificant and denied of sense or purpose.
Armed with sick and twisted logic that amuses her, she now live only in order to seek what she think is impossible to find: a meaningful death.
Inventory: A Cellphone. A drawing pad and her father's pen.
@TheWindel@KoL Here's Biri's replacement as the new girl:
• Appearance:
• Name: Honoka Takahide
• Title: Allegra
• Age: 15
• Emblem: A small quaver-shaped stud earring of blue hematite.
• Divine Arm: A guitar through which she channels her magic, whether by playing tunes to activate techniques, or by using it like a gun, firing plectrum-shaped energy bullets from the headstock.
• Magic: Honoka cleanses away negativity with her rousing and upbeat music. - Power Chord / Power Riff: Anyone of the darkness, whether a Nightmare or a dark magical girl, experiences a damaging shock upon hearing Allegra's magically amplified song. She can do this in short sharp bursts, or by sustaining a melody, although the latter is more taxing on her than the former. Singing as she plays boosts the effect. - Reverb: One application of her song is to make the effects of certain energy based attacks from the past few minutes repeat themselves, by playing at the moment of attack, then replaying the note. For example, an ally's detonated explosive will reappear and go off under a Nightmare's feet. Memorising where the attack happened is essential, as is timing, as being off by even a split second could cause the attack to miss, or to hit an ally. - Overdrive: If she plays a certain tune at the exact moment an ally attacks, that move gets a boost. - Distortion: Whereas Overdrive increases a move's raw power, by drawing on her magic differently while playing, Allegra can grant certain moves by allies finesse, as in gain control over the attack. She can make a flurry of projectiles all zero in on the same opponent, or cause an attack that missed to loop around and strike its target.
• Background: Throughout her life, Honoka always looked up to her many siblings, all of whom excelled at something. Her eldest brother was praised for his technological brilliance, planning to become an engineer. The second of her older brothers had considerable literary and language skills, writing up articles and essays with ease. Her older sister turned out a whiz with computers. As much as Honoka longed and tried to be like them, she couldn't figure out what she was good at. Her grades, while not terrible, were nothing outstanding either. Her parents reassured her she'd figure out her talent, but she knew they had their doubts.
One day while staying with her aunt, she asked if she could try playing the old acoustic guitar she kept around. Her aunt agreed to teach her, and while Honoka's first attempts were clumsy, she learned quickly over the course of her visits. Maybe this was where her skill lay, she realised, in music. On her thirteenth birthday, her aunt gave her a guitar of her own as a gift, encouraging her to nurture her talent. Her parents were disappointed that it wasn't anything academic she was good at, but as far as Honoka was concerned, it didn't matter as long as she could make people happy. At least, that was what she told herself, still unable to shake the feeling that she couldn't contribute to society in the same way as her siblings... Until somebody gave her another way to spread happiness.
That somebody was a most unusual cat, with a TV where its head should have been, and the ability to grant young girls the power to fight beings of darkness. Honoka took up the offer right away. Now able to use her song to cleanse away Nightmares and restore peace, so far she hasn't looked back.
Of course, it's still early days...
• Inventory: Sometimes carries around an ordinary guitar for street busking.
• Sample Post:
A smile felt more like success than any number of coins dropped in the case.
"Here's a little Christmas spending money," the woman said, straightening her back. "Keep spreading that good cheer!"
Grinning and thanking her while strumming out that fast-paced rhythm, Honoka noticed something. A look of emptiness in the woman's eyes, a forced quality to her voice. Before she could ask what was wrong, the listener had wished her luck and continued along her way. Hopefully this will help at least a little, Honoka thought, resuming singing as she launched into the refrain. It wasn't exactly the easiest time of year to play, her fingers stiff from the cold, but it didn't matter if she missed a few notes as long as she got that passion across. The important thing was making people happy.
Which she dedicated not just her days to, but her nights, lifting people's spirits with her song even when they couldn't hear it.
At the blast of soundwaves through the late evening air, the cluster of Nightmares writhed. "Hey! Pick a fair fight, will you?" Allegra called, one moment charging at them, the next reeling at the sheer number that broke away from their target and advanced on her. The mascot had never told her there'd be this many around. How on earth would she get the hang of this?
All she could do was what she always did. Try her best.
Another progression of power chords sent them stumbling back. Allegra seized the opportunity, pointing the guitar at each stunned Nightmare and unleashing her magic through it. Flatpick bullets evaporated predators into wisps of darkness, one by one. "This brightening the mood?" she shouted, trying to mask her fear. "Waaugh!" Turning too fast, she stumbled, only missing a strike from a tendril through sheer luck.
With the horde diminshed, Allegra glimpsed a face, caught some of the conversation.
"Y-You'd think I'd be able to take it in by now..." the woman from earlier said, voice trembling, to a man with his arm around her shoulders. Steadying herself, the magical girl shot through a Nightmare that tried to gain strength from the woman's energy. "It's... It's just, Mom was always so healthy, how could this happen to someone like her..." the passer-by continued. "There I was, hoping she'd at least make it to Christmas..."
Allegra's eyes widened. She could only begin to imagine the utter devastation this person's loss had brought. Determined to do all she could to help even a little, she started up a melody, pouring as much positive feeling as she could into it. The remaining creatures squirmed, their inky forms dissipating.
"Whew..." As the magical girl sagged from relief and exhaution, the man spoke up to his wife.
"Let's make sure to support the rest of the family, ok? Like she'd want." He pulled her close, and Allegra saw the faintest of smiles light her face. A bittersweet smile, but a sign of hope nonetheless. The light girl's heart warmed as she watched the couple walk into the distance, safe from harm.
This was the great thing about music. Even in the darkest of times, it could help people hold on.
• Other: As a new magical girl, she only knows how to use her plectrum bullets and her Power Chord / Power Riff techniques, her other abilities are to be learned later on.