Name: Toshinori "All Might" Yagi

Age: 55

Gender: Male

Canon: My Hero Academia

Main Thread or Sandbox: Main Thread

Personality: With an infectious smile and an endlessly positive persona, All Might's very presence is often enough to raise the mood of any room he happens to walk into -- at least in his hulking muscle form, anyway. When in his weakened state, he tends to be quieter and more serious, having almost completely dropped his superhero facade for a more natural speaking tone. Either way, his heroic instincts are unmatched, and he often finds himself springing into action to save people before even having a chance to think about it.

Equipment: Super Suit- His hero costume designed and made by his oldest friend, Professor David Shield. The materials are state of the art and stronger than steel, allowing them to stand up to just about anything All Might may encounter in battle.

Hercules- (optional) A heavily armored and modified sports car that serves as protection and transportation for All Might in his weakened state. It has been seen taking the blast from a grenade head on without suffering so much as a scratch.

Attributes: One for All- An inherited power that boasts the combined abilities of it's previous users. Through this powerful Quirk, All Might seemed to possess almost unlimited strength and stamina, and for decades was nigh on invincible. After suffering a near-fatal injury, however, his abilities have greatly diminished, and he can only fight in full form for just a few hours a day.

Biography: Since he was very young, Toshinori Yagi had dreamt of being a hero. However, being born without a Quirk meant he had no special powers of his own. He eventually met Nana Shimura, who was so enamored by young Toshinori's determination to become a symbol of peace that she decided to pass on her own borrowed Quirk, One for All, to him.

He took to his new powers as though he'd been born with them, and in his late-twenties managed to skyrocket to becoming Japan's #1 Pro Hero, a title he would hold for the next thirty years. However, an encounter with the villain that had taken his master's life left him with debilitating injuries, and soon his abilities began to weaken. With his days as a hero numbered, he began to search for a successor to pass on his Quirk to before they faded altogether. He found that successor in Izuku Midoriya, a Quirkless young boy whose determination to be a hero reminded All Might so much of himself. He passed on his Quirk to him and dedicated himself to being Izuku's teacher while he still could.

(got no way of resizing images atm and all the ones I can find are huge, so fuck, idk, just Google him if you don't know what he looks like)

Name: Piccolo

Age: 44

Gender: It's Complicated...

Canon: Dragonball Franchise

Main Thread or Sandbox: Sandbox

Starting Location (SANDBOX ONLY): Gotham, abandoned warehouse, arrived about a week ago

Personality: Piccolo is known to be stoic to the point of coming off as somewhat cold and uncaring, preferring to be blunt and to the point rather than dancing around the feelings of others. He is widely accepted as the most intelligent among his group of fellow fighters, possessing the wisdom and knowledge built up by three different Namekians that spans nearly a thousand years of collective experience. Of course, while this knowledge has made him a brilliant strategist, it didn't do much to improve his social skills. He's often somewhat awkward in social situations, particularly those that involve subjects of romance -- something he has no way of truly understanding, being from an alien species that doesn't need more than one person to procreate -- and it has often led him to be labeled as a prude. He's also known for his stubbornness and the ease at which he can be coaxed into doing something simply by presenting it as some sort of challenge.

Attributes:
Flight
Ki Mastery
Telepathy
Regenerative Healing
Simple Item Creation
Limited Body Manipulation (eg. stretching his arms or growing to a giant size)

Biography: Once, there was an orphaned alien child that had been sent into space to avoid the destruction of his species and eventually ended up landing on Earth -- y'know, the classic Superman origin story. Unlike Superman, this child was not adopted by a kindly old couple in rural Kansas, instead having to fend for himself in the barren wastelands of the northern mountains. Once it was clear his parents weren't coming for him, he left the mountains to find a better place to survive. What he experienced when he finally ventured among the humans was war, hatred, and cruelty beyond imagination. Such horrors were enough to drive the alien mad, to the point where he was split into two, body, mind, and soul. The two halves parted ways, the pure half becoming a low-level deity that watched over the Earth. The other half was pure evil, the embodiment of all the cruelty the alien had experienced, and came to be known as the Demon King Piccolo.

The two halves quarrelled for centuries, but neither could kill the other without dying themselves. It wasn't until a boy named Goku intervened that the balance of power finally tipped against the Demon King. Just before he died, the Demon King managed to form an egg that housed his essence and soul, essentially reincarnating himself into the Piccolo we all know today.

Piccolo was determined to carry out his father's plans of world conquest at first, but was soon forced to fight alongside his most hated enemy when a greater threat presented itself. This temporary truce led him to take in the young son of his enemy, Gohan. Planning at first to turn the boy into a weapon to kill his own father, Piccolo instead came to think of Gohan as his own son, and over the years the boy managed to soften the former demon's heart until hardly any evil remained.

Piccolo would later merge once more with Kami, his father's pure counterpart, and became a whole person at last. Since then, he has served as a staunch defender of the Earth against any that would threaten it. Don't believe the rumors that he'd just become a glorified nanny to his student's infant daughter, though. That's totally untrue. Complete lies and slander.

Name: Dhar-ll Vallinor, The Chosen Hunter

Age: “Rather rude to be going around, asking everyone the same question about their age… but all I would say is that I was born sometime around the year of ‘2028’ back where I hail from.”

Gender: “Do I need to wear some lipstick and dance around like a ballerina now in order for you folk to understand what is clearly in front of you? If you couldn’t tell already, I’m a Male, you surely must be ‘surprised’ considering how blind you appear to be.”

Canon: Xcom 2: War of the Chosen

Main Thread or Sandbox: “I suppose I’ll have a bit more fun being thrown into the main conflict of this entire thing…”

Personality: The Chosen Hunter is what many people would call, the ‘stereotypical’ rebellious teen who acts like they are edgy, but in fact, well, he actually still is somewhat, but god damn, does he like talking a lot. Being rather talkative (as said earlier), Dhar often likes making small quips and jokes when poking at a current situation, often doing things such as making fun of individuals who miss him or retorting in return after being hit, that he’ll hit his own shots far better than the one he received earlier. And he surely isn’t one to lose his cool to temper or be easily swayed by others (unless violence is involved), and his rebellious nature surely doesn’t help a bit. Often doing things on his own, occasionally he would aid someone from time to time, but he almost always expect to be paid back once the time calls for it, or if it would mean winning a battle.

In battle, he is often smug and cocky, usually showing off the skill and power he has within battle, and going off on a show as to give others the reason to think of him as the greatest sharpshooter out there. But, if there is one thing he doesn’t like, and that’s being hit, he would complain about it before responding in turn and attempting to regain some of his ‘lost valor’. However, some traits remain from the time he was still human,with Dhar-ll knowing when not to press the situation any further if one is in a state of distress, as well as ‘showing kindness’ by helping folk out from time to time. And he is always one who likes to share stories of his own hunts back where he hails from, often taking keen interest in people who had gone through the same difficulties as him. With the Hunter around, he is bound to make things a bit more ‘interesting’.

Motivation: “Mhm… maybe collecting a few more ‘trophies’, especially that of not my own world, would be something to look forward to. Although, I’m not really as motivated as others would be in this situation”

Equipment:

-Darklance: His own pride and Joy… Darklance is a specialized magnetic sniper rifle built for his own use. Using an advance state of the art propulsion system as well as being enhanced by the strange aura that the Hunter seems to give off, this rifle is not only deadly accurate, but capable of piercing through even the toughest of physical armors that protection (like walls) can offer, even going so far as to create large holes in brick walls due to the damage it causes. Having only three shots loaded at the same time, it makes up for it with the ability to allow him to retain his accuracy, even while moving from location to location, as well as even missed shots dealing (although minor) damage to foes. All in all, this rifle is the perfect weapon for any anti-infantry sharpshooter, and especially so for the Hunter.

-Darkclaw: A strange looking revolver-like pistol that the Hunter often uses, this plasma firing pistol has the unique trait of completely ignoring the armor of the target, and hitting the individual as if it was hitting bare skin. Not only this pistol is capable of dealing good damage when in close range, but it also has a secondary shot, which fires a tranquilizer that ‘Daze’ the opponent when hit, taking them out for the count and for (varying amount of turns, with weaker foes having 2 while stronger ones either having 1 or getting ‘Stunned’ instead, having less accuracy and vision and being unable to use their more powerful abilities), which pairs in well with another ability of his.

-Concussion Grenade: A standard issued Concussion Grenade, it is essentially like the tranquilizer shot of the Darkclaw, but far longer in range of effect and can even Daze more than one foe. Only usable once per battle.

-Hunter’s combat suit: No Hunter is complete without their ‘gear’ on their person, and what better gear to wear than the Hunter’s Combat Suit. By providing protection with alien alloys formed into a set of armor that covers most of his body, it's highly resistant to physical and even plasma/explosive based damage, although the armor is still capable of being ‘shredded’ reducing the amount of ‘defense’ he has when taking attacks. This suit’s upside is that it also allows the Hunter to remain mobile even when wearing a strong suit, as well as allow him to dodge attacks as normally. It also comes equipped with an grapple hook system on his left arm, pulling him to advantageous and hard to reach locations as well as even tying up enemies with it. Perfect choice for him…

-Fusion ‘Knife’: In the off-chance he finds himself completely disarmed and put into face first of combat, he’ll still have one more weapon left in store. A ‘small knife’ (which is a bit larger to the average sized human being, considering he is twice the size of a normal human being), the knife, while rather weak, has a small plasma enhanced blade that improves the cutting power of the knife, and while against heavier and stronger armor, it will have difficulty slicing through, against normal human skin and fabric, perfect to slice through.

Attributes:
-The ‘Chosen’ Sharpshooter: The Chosen Hunter is greatly known for his unnatural ability to hit his shots, in fact, he seems to be able to hit targets even before they move, as if he knows where they would go next. Adding this along with a powerful and accurate sniper rifle as well, and capable of hitting foes from even a mile or two away, there’s nothing that stopping from this Chosen from ruining your day.

-Enhanced Physical capabilities: As standard for the Chosen, being twice the size of a normal human being, and definitely not lacking in the physical department either. With him capable of easily out-strengthening and immobilizing a normal human being, he surely at least have something going for him if found in close combat.

-The Elder’s Blessing: Another part of his transformation into a ‘Chosen’, Dhar-ll is immune to both mental and perceptual impairments, things such as being blinded by a flash bang, stunned by an attack, mind controlled, drinking alcohol, and all that. Essentially, he is immune to it all, but other things such as mental attacks dealing damage instead of debuffing him or being suppressed by an enemy soldier would still bring some trouble to his aim or fighting capability.

-Interrogation: Another standard ability that all Chosen have, with this, once he gets close enough, he is capable of using psionic energy to ‘tear’ a metaphorical hole into someone’s head, and access a wealth of information for him to use such as memories within it. Has a higher chance of working when the enemy is under the effects of being dazed or some sort of imariment in combat, while working less on those who are used to being attacked in the mind by psionic users.

-Chosen Strength/Weaknesses: The Chosen Hunter has specialized ‘abilities’ that grant him an advantage in battle, as well as weaknesses to come along with it, with the following being shown:

-Regeneration: A passive ability, each turn, the Hunter slowly regains health from damage caused to him from attacks, occasionally returning him back to full health. So, if you don’t take him out quickly, he’ll just get back right up again.

-Summoner: With this ability, he is capable of summoning the soldiers of his own world, and using them in order to fight for his side within combat. Depending on the strength of the unit summoned, he will either only summon three (which are on the levels of cannon fodder or meat shields) to one unit (which are more stronger and powerful and can either be strong in physical or have great psionic potential. (The Avatars or any other special ‘unit’ such as the Alien Rulers would not be able to be summoned as a part of this). This ability can only be used once in a battle.

-Planewalker: An ability with a three turn cooldown, with this, he’ll disappear into a bright purple glow, before teleporting and reappearing somewhere else in the area, most often a good vantage point. He can teleport pretty far as long as he remains line of sight with the intended location, or it’s close enough to teleport through safely (such as walls, but must be at least a few feet away to do such).

-Bewildered: When attacked by more than three, well, attack in the same term, whether from the same person or combined together by other individuals, the damage would be increased significantly for every attack (for example, if one were to shoot him with a revolver, and then fire with their rifle, and if someone else were to hit him with a sword, the next attack would deal extra damage. Does not include attacks performed very quickly in a time frame, such as a multitude of punches)

-Highly-Flammable: Fire is not his ally, dealing extra damage to him, as well as burning for longer. Also disrupts his aim considering, well, he is on fire. Why else would he be disrupted?

-Pinned-down: In close combat, while he is comfortable with taking down one individual, if there is more than one individual very close (such as melee range) to him, he would be unable to use not only his own rifle, but to take the action necessary to move out of it unless he deals with one of the attackers first (Only the Planewalker ability can avoid this, but even then, that’s when it’s not being used)

Biography: “You’re awfully pushy for information now… usually, I’m the one doing the interrogations around here. But, may as well share what I have before arriving here. I was sent by the Elders to one of the Resistance’s safe havens in order to.. well, best not to hide any secrets now. I was essentially sent to ‘cull the herd’, watching the Advent ‘peacekeeper’ forces sent do exactly just that, waiting for the eventual arrival of Xcom to save the day. And just when I was about to engage them… well, you can tell what happens from there.”

Name: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock

Age: Depends, taken from before HTTYD3 so probably in his 20's

Gender: Cis Male

Canon: How To Train Your Dragon

Main or sand: Sandbox

Starting location: Gotham city, probably getting mugged.

Personality: Hiccup has always been an awkward guy, he has never grown out of his awkwardness. Though he has grown into a great leader who has been able to keep his chaotic friends in line (for the most part). Even if he is the head of the group, Hiccup wouldn't be anywhere without his friends. He relies on them tons and isn't too afraid to say that. Hiccup has needed to develop a sort of independency for himself, especially after losing his one leg, but even through that he does his best work with friends. Although he shows plenty of fear, he is no coward. Hiccup is able to face foes even when afraid, probably being one of the bravest of the bunch (though he's a lot braver around his friends). Over the years he has gained a heavy interest in a sort of old-timey engineering, often making Toothless new and better tails along with making himself new legs. Leave it up to him to whip something up out of nothing.

Equipment: Hiccup carries only a few things on his person, those being his flaming sword, a refill bottle of the oil it uses, and occasionally a spare leg. The blade of the sword isn't the best craftsmanship, but add the ability to catch on fire and it becomes a much more deadly weapon. His stuff is medieval at best, but Hiccups knowledge on how to use them makes him an honourable foe.

Attributes: Hiccup isn't really strong on his own, and his missing leg doesn't help that much either. All Hiccup has going for him is his smarts, his friends, and his dragons. Without his prosthetic he can't get too far, which makes breaking it or losing it to be extremely bad for him. It often gets him into trouble, but his smarts have usually given him a way to fix problems like that. His ability to out think his enemy is a bit part of what gets him any upper hand.

Bio: Hiccup had lost his mother at a young age, most of his life being just him and his father. His father was the chief of the village, a huge contrast to Hiccup in body type. Hiccup was never seen as very impressive at a young age, not being strong enough to kill dragons. In all honesty he had never even wanted to kill them, so even if he had the strength to do so Hiccup never would have. Thats what got him to meet Toothless, his current best friend. After taking down the Nightfury and refusing to kill him, he had tried to fix the dragons tail to let him fly away. Though in the process he became attached and had made friends with the dragon. Coming from a whole village of proud dragon hunters, it wasn't easy to get them to accept the fact dragons could be friends. In the end he had lost something just like Toothless, and that had cemented their friendship.

Other:His parents pretty much fucking named him mistake. That's all I got to offer.

Name: Gaara

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Canon: Naruto Shippuden

Main Thread or Sandbox: Main Thread!

Personality:
Gaara is a reserved and quiet boy who rarely ever shows any sort of emotion to people. Despite coming off as cold or unfeeling, Gaara is actually really kind, or now tries his best to be that way for others. He's usually extremely forgiving and loves others despite their wrongdoings, and is empathetic towards his peers. He is very protective of both the people he feels the need to look out for, and of any of his friends. He'd do whatever it took to keep them from harm's way, as he is deeply afraid to lose them. Gaara is often pretty serious, but you can catch him smile every once in a while :3

Sometimes however, Gaara does struggle with some of his more violent tendencies, and the fact he is still a bit unstable. He attempts to keep himself under control, and has learned to manage it well, but he has had his moments in the past.

Equipment:
Gourd of Sand

This gourd holds a ton of sand that Gaara has mixed with his Chakra, which is used for the many battles he faces. The sand in this gourd also appears to act on its own when needed, protecting Gaara from things even he can't see.

Attributes:
Chakra

Gaara, much like Naruto, has large and very strong Chakra reserves. He uses this Chakra in his sand for most of his attacks, and with this large reserve, he can spread it through a ton of sand without much consequence. This is how he does most of his attacks, Chakra filled sand!

Sand Manipulation

Gaara controls sand that is both in his gourd, and can be ground up from the earth/ found in his surroundings. Because this sand is usually mixed with his Chakra, he is able to manipulate the sand into many shapes, and also heighten its speed and precision for attacks. The sand can harden and take the form of weapons, or can even become sand clones for extra backup. It can also be used for a shield, which is extremely difficult to penetrate, but not impossible. Because he has large Chakra reserves, he can control tons of sand at once, not just the amount in his gourd. If he finds himself short of sand, he can use the little he has to grind up the earth and create more. He can even use this as a method of flight, or a method of sensing hidden figures through direct touch with the sand.

Sand Armor

Gaara coats his body in a layer of sand, which adds another layer of protection to his defenses. If something gets through his shield, the sand armor is there to take.most of the impact. While it's rather durable, a strong enough force can crack it, and make it fall apart, leaving Gaara vulnerable.

Sand Coffin and Sand Burial

This is a move that requires his sand. Gaara's sand snakes its way around a target and holds them in place by coating their body in heavy layers of sand, preventing movement. While it can be shaken off or even hit hard enough to disperse it before a lot of it gets to you, once it gets a good hold, you won't be coming out of it. This is often paired with the move Sand Burial, which right after being caught in the sand, the target's body is crushed to almost nothing by the force of the sand squeezing the body. 

Sand Tsunami

Gaara uses as much Chakra as he can to summon up tons of sand, which rises into the air like a wave and comes crashing down on any victims who couldn't get away. This move takes a lot of Chakra, and usually is a last resort move as it is quite draining. The attack's force can be lessened or even avoided if the target manages to find higher ground before disaster strikes.

Third Eye

Gaara covers one of his eyes and creates an eyeball out of sand, which can be as big or as small as he wants. With this Third Eye, he can keep tabs on things without giving him away. It's also quite useful for when he may need to shield himself, but also needs to keep an eye on a target.

Biography:
Being a Jinchūriki since birth, Gaara has been avoided by others all his life. People feared him, called him a monster, and even the ones Gaara thought he could trust seemed to end up betraying him in some way. As he grew older, he became cold and ruthless, killing people in the name of self love, and trying to find his place in the world. During this stage of his life, he met Naruto Uzumaki, who kept trying to convince him to change his ways. It wasn't until that boy had beaten Gaara in a fight, that he realized what life was truly about. He began to emulate Naruto, becoming much more compassionate towards ithers and wanting to fix his mistakes with the people who feared him. Eventually, he became Kazekage of his village, content with his role in the lives of others and how far he had come. However,this peace and happiness.. would not last long.

Other:
Gaara loves cacti and plants!!! :3

Name: Otto Octavius, also known as Superior Spider-Man.

Age: Biologically late teens, mentally ‘how have you not died yet’ old.

Gender: Male.

Canon: Marvel Comics.

Main Thread or Sandbox: Main Thread.

Personality: In a word, Otto is pretentious. Not being in his own body hasn’t mitigated that part of him one iota. He’s someone who drinks so much of his own ego he believes himself to be the best at any intellectual pursuit imaginable. If this is disproven, he will go to great lengths to rectify it not by just eliminating the competition but by making the competition wish they never competed. However, being in the same body as Peter Parker has nudged him more towards the path of good. Otto wants to be a hero, if only to prove to Parker he can be a hero, and will act accordingly. Although this is for the good of the world, not moral good or net good. He’s Lawful Good after all, not Lawful Nice. And being lawful good sometimes means you have to get rid of a threat permanently if that threat won’t be rehabilitated. Finally, this does not mean that Otto is fully immune to acting truly altruistically. It just means that he has higher standards than most for that altruism.

Equipment: Other than a spider suit with a suite of inbuilt gadgets and his web shooters, Otto does not have access to the rest of his kit. However, he can easily recreate it as needed.

Attributes: An incredibly potent mind, extreme athletic abilities, and most importantly the Spidey Sense, enabling quick response times to threats that sometimes aren’t even perceived, and wall crawling.

Biography: Otto Octavius was born to a turbulent home and early educational life, an abusive father and base of peers throwing him into physics and honing and already rarified mind to a sharp point. Becoming a talented nuclear physicist, he designed a set of four mechanical tentacles to enable better maneuvering of radioactive substances without harming the operator. In a freak accident, Otto’s apparatus was fused to his body and his mind was further frazzled by the incident and earlier domestic disputes with both his mother and his ex fiancé. This gave rise to Doctor Octopus and started him down the path to crime. This put him at odds with Spider-Man, and over the years they threw down numerous times. However, Otto was aging. He needed a new body, a body capable of accentuating a mind like his. Who better than his nemesis, the only man to outsmart him? Luring Spider-Man into a trap, he managed to swap bodies with the hero, thus becoming the Superior Spider-Man after escaping as Peter Parker died in Otto’s old body. Of course, such procedures are hardly foolproof. And, as Otto soon found out, ghosts have a habit of haunting those who trifle with their possessions. And what is a more important possession than a body?

Other: This Superior Spider-Man was pulled from exactly when Otto overwrote Peter rather than towards when Peter regained control.

Name: Poppy, the Hero of Demacia

Age: Ageless

Gender: Female

Canon:


Main Thread

Personality:

"Humility is a mark of heroism, but many historians would agree that Poppy is kind of pushing it."


"Power is a famously corrupting influence, but Poppy proves that its corruption is no match for a good heart and stubborn, steadfast obliviousness."


Equipment: Quest Gear

A blacksmith by trade and a Demacian at heart, Poppy forged the armour she wears out of petricite, an alabaster wood as tough as iron, and with the unique property to absorb magic out of the air around it. With a sprinkling of fey magicks, Poppy is not only unencumbered by her armour, but is even faster and more physically capable when wearing it. Able to project a magical barrier around herself, Poppy has little need for her buckler's protection, so she learned how to throw it instead. Somehow it always bounces back to her, whether by enchantment or pure luck.

A legend by chance, Poppy wields the massive hammer entrusted to her with ease while on her long quest to find the 'Hero of Demacia' destined to protect the kingdom of their namesake, while believing not for a second that hero could be her. Easily twice her size and weight, the hammer holds the potential to shake and sunder the earth, and is able to send flying any ne'er-do-well unlucky enough to meet it face-to-face.

Attributes: Steadfast Presence

Yordles are odd creatures. They may age very slowly, or not at all. They are capable of physical feats far beyond what is thought possible of the diminutive people. Poppy is no exception - possessing the strength of a minotaur and then some, and the deft hands of a master pickpocket. Her short size and bulky armour do come with drawbacks, though, as she is plain and simple. . .very short. And although she can run very fast, once she gets going she's more like a runaway train barrelling off the rails than an agile predator.

Biography: A short comic describing Poppy's quest in a nutshell.

Name: Cloud Strife

Age: 21

Gender: Cis Male

Canon: Final Fantasy 7 Remake

Main or sand: Main

Personality: Cloud is well known for his almost lack of personality. He doesn't express extreme opinions, tends to keep everything to himself, and has a strong work ethic. That work ethic is heavily tied to how he conducts himself, still holding a lot of the basic personality of a Soilder. Through all his training to not show anything, he still manages to hit the basic emotions, such as mild surprise, extreme annoyance, and embarrassment. Cloud very rarely communicates if something is wrong, he much rather say its just fine and move on. Dramatics is not something he likes to deal with, but is able to put up with quite a lot of it either way. Even when under a lot of stress or pain Cloud never seems to drop his tough guy act, though if one hung out with him enough they could see what's under the walls he puts up. Cloud may have a tough time showing any kind of care or affection, but just with every emotion he can manage to get it across in his own way.

Equipment: Cloud always has his trusty sword with him, be it the original or one of the ones he had purchased. They all share one trait (except for the bat. It's just a bat with nails) and that's a big ass blade. The fact he can even hold and use the sword comes from his training as a SOILDER. He can use the blade as a shield that can block a variety of things including bullets. Aside from his Sword, he has collected a considerable number of Materia in different kinds. Materia let's him do spells or moves that help him in battle.

Attributes: Cloud has an incredible strength and durability boost from his training as a SOILDER, a standard practice being to pump them full of Mako for the ability increase. While it does work, it comes at a terrible price. Despite this toll it will inevitably take on Cloud, he still uses his strength for those who can't. Working alone Cloud does fine, with a team it's even better. The Mercs strength is probably his biggest asset aside from the iconic resting bitch face.

Bio: Experiencing extreme loss at a young age, Cloud has wanted to be a SOILDER since he was a child. Though entirely because of Shinra's propaganda, he eventually moved on to live out his false dream. Now an Ex-SOILDER, he does mercenary work while helping Avalanche.

Other:He always says he works for Gil, but it's probably only because he needs it for his line of work. It takes a lot of potions and phenix tufts if you don't have the right materia. And you can't just run around cutting up boxes and hope for enough to last how many creatures are crawling around outside the slums.

"Even if you make a lot of mistakes, and you think everything is going wrong, the one person that can for sure forgive you is yourself. Humu humu."

Name: Ina'nis Ninomae

Age: {[UNKNOWN]}

Gender: Female

Canon: Hololive EN

Main Thread or Sandbox: Sandbox

Starting Location (SANDBOX ONLY): Metropolis

Personality:
Despite her Lovecraftian-themed appearance, Ina is gentle, peaceful and down-to-earth. She is considerate and kind; Takanashi Kiara relates that when she is down, Ina is always the first to message her. In complete contrast to the salty gremlin Amelia, Ina has near-infinite patience and is widely considered the most well-behaved member of her generation.

Ina is infamous for her use of puns and her dry delivery of "dad jokes".

Equipment:
Tome of The Ancient Ones/AO-Chan ~ The Necronomicon-like tome that Ina carries around with her.
Art Supplies ~ As an artist, Ina has some art supplies with her. Mostly pens and markers.
Dr. Oopsie ~ Ina's favorite drink. The last stock she has when she was transported to Metropolis.

Attributes:
Randomly Induced Sanity Check - Bearing the Tome of the Ancient Ones, Ina'nis can induce insanity. However, it's random enough that it may not happen at all. When it does, oh man. This Sanity Check may also happen to her. When she fails this check, beware.
Eldritch Tentacles - Bearing the Tome of the Ancient Ones, Ina can summon and control massive, writhing tentacles from her back. While she can make it disappear, Ina chooses not to.
Ancient Magicks - As the Priestess of the Ancient Ones, Ina can us AO-Chan to cast ancient magic. Mostly by using the void to summon Takodachi--octopi creatures of the void itself, or utilizing said void.

Biography:
Ina was born in a family of Priestesses worshipping deities known simply as the Ancient Ones. She was mostly an ordinary girl who got into arts until she officially became one of those priestesses, picking up the Tome of the Ancient Ones which she lovingly calls 'AO-Chan'. She gained mystical power and sprouted massive, writhing tentacles on her back. To her, tentacles are just a part in her ordinary life; it has never been a big deal for her. However, her girly mind does want to get them dressed up and stay pretty.

After gaining power, she started hearing Ancient Whispers and Revaltaions. Thus, Ninomae Ina'nis auditioned for hololive on a whim. As an artist, she had spent much of her time in solitary art practice, and she saw hololive as an opportunity for change. She had not slept for over 24 hours prior to the live audition, which she credits for making her more talkative than usual. She sang one verse of a song, although described herself as having no confidence in singing, and spent the rest talking about food, including giant gyoza and Dr. Oopsie.

As part of the first generation of Hololive EN/Myth, Ina's YouTube channel was created on 16 July, and her Twitter account was created in the same month. She made her debut stream on 09/12/2020--the 3rd member to debut. She uses her Vtuber activities to keep her sanity in check, as well delivering random sanity checks on humanity itself--despite being an "ordinary" girl.

Other: This variant of Ina'nis is my interpretation of her character. Take how I write her with a grain of Ame Salt.

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Face Claim/Appearance:

A relatively attractive man whose only indication of age are the rare white hair and some crows feet around his eyes. Otherwise the brown-haired, hazel-eyed individual measuring around 5'10 doesn't have many more outstanding traits beyond a somewhat curly hair... at least when it comes to facial features. His body tells another story, with a variety of jagged, clean, big and small scars littering most of the surface of his skin from his neck downwards. Apart from that, his physique (which is usually somewhat hidden by his choice of thicker clothing) is exceptional and toned, fit for proper combat. Also has a slightly tan skin color, but its not much noticeable usually as he spends a long time indoor or under shade when training to be more efficient.

Age: 43 years old (approximately, actual certain age is unknown)

Gender: Male

Canon: Oc verse

Main Thread or Sandbox: Main Thread

Personality: A man of many facets and a complicated life, he could be considered an extremely composed and relaxed individual, one that at first glance looks difficult to rattle. Always with a polite smile that somewhat reaches his eyes and skillful movements when it comes to how he greets others or has a meeting over tea. All, upon further analysis feeling like very practice yet not really completely fake aspects of himself.

At his core, beyond the way he likes to present himself, as kind and always gentle, lies an extremely driven and passionate individual who has a dream and the determination and commitment to pursue it, even at great costs. But also, an extremely lonely and troubled individual with a great volume of different burdens nailed to his heart, from actions he has had to take to lives that are gone, to the people that greatly depend on him for their livelihood. He has learned to bear with such matters to a surprising degree after ascending to nobility over more than 20 years ago, yet it is through not completely healthy rationalizations... which is only helped by having perspective from others, be it family or friends.

Apart from the image he presents of himself (which are in actuality, the way he desires to truly be in those aspects), he is a person who will honor a right, and punish a horrible wrong with proportionate force. Someone who can remember a grudge and work around it, but if an affront is bad and personal enough, do not hesitate to exact a strong revenge on them. Otherwise, if it's not personal, the cleric can operate in a very pragmatic fashion based if the matters could aid his objectives and situation, willing to make concessions around his more idealistic values as long as it's the only way available. Pragmatism doesn't mean devoid of morality, and he will try to honor the 'best' path possible that remains close to the moral compass that was taught to him from an early age, in which life is valuable and destruction is to be avoided.

In his personal life, he holds a strong deal of loyalty for those he considers friends, and an even stronger passion towards those he considers family... and partner. But to get there, and to be beyond just a superficial friend, the man has to become attached to the individual for one reason or another, which can come down to being agreeable enough, bearing potential for personal growth, being interesting and amicable enough to him, and many other reasons. He'll know when he can consider someone a true friend, and trust them, for his sharpness extends to his judgement of people when not dulled by tumultuous emotions.

A man of exceptional character by all accounts, but one that holds an edge of selfishness when it comes to exerting the costs of his ambitions onto others with limited remorse... a trait that he both fears yet somewhat accepts. Because beyond grand ambitions... he is a man who desires to leave a better world behind, and to not leave said world alone if possible.

Motivation: As mentioned previously, in the more abstract sense, he desires to leave a better world behind back in his original place, and to do so with others by his side. But in the specifics, it's to keep reforming his duchy and improving its technology and practices to make it as prosperous and long lasting as it could possibly be, one day hoping to extend said prosperity beyond its borders.

Equipment: The main piece of his equipment across any gear set he desires to wear is one piece: a waist bag of unknown origin beyond being an old artifact, made out of fine and sturdy cloth that has been magically enhanced, bearing a myriad of engraved and embroidered characters from an old magical script, which let it harness environmental power, make a reserve of it, and apply it for the functionality it bears: the ability to store most anything that fits within its flexible bag opening as if time wasn't passing on it in seemingly another dimension. To accomplish this fact as well as possible, the natural engravings that the item bears also let the user mentally map everything that the bag is storing, in their corresponding categories which visually slightly fluctuate in their corresponding characters when putting in or taking out an item of said type. The types include food, ingredients, equipment, currency, documents and a couple more. It is speculated that it was an artifact made for a king of the days of old, maybe even by a divine being... From such mythology and speculation, it bears the name of "Divine dimensional door" by some, but most commonly referred as "bag of holding" or "dimensional pocket"

And inside said artifact there's a myriad of small day-to-day item the cleric uses and stores for the sake of convenience: hunting tools, some craftsmanship tools when it comes to sculpting and carving, many pieces of paper and parchment, alongside a vast supply of pencils and ink and his noble wax stamp with a supply of said wax accompanying it. He also carries a fine ink version for documentation certification. The man also carries a variety of animal and plant based ingredients to make a few weeks to a month worth of food should he ever need an emergency supply.

He also, for one reason or another, carries a big enough supply of steel weapons and armor to outfit a small combat unit, but rarely does he ever use them for a reason that will be mentioned later. He also carries 'curiosity' weapons and armor, which are peculiar items from different ages and worlds that have caught his attention.

Apart from 'generic' and 'collectable' weaponry, the man carries a specific set of gear dedicated specifically to augment his fighting prowess. The main one would be a two-handed greatsword made of an alloy of special metals that keep it wieldable while integrating the black 'blizzard's heart' metal into its composition, allowing the weapon to withstand a surprising amount of abuse and retain shape due to the natural property of said metal to absorb energy up due to its atoms being at a natural resting point of absolute 0. By alloying it with other metals and engraving a magic formation onto it, the weapon is able to be wielded as a normal sword while retaining its advantageous properties. He also carries a halberd tipped with this same material, and a longsword.

The other outstanding weapon in his grasp is a magical bow of winds called 'Hurricane' of unknown origin, another rescue from an adventuring expedition. It's tough and well made, with complex engraving on every metallic inch of the weapon, adorned with a few motifs relating to wind and phenomena like tornadoes, hurricanes and storms. Its main way of functioning is by consuming the magic of the user, in exchange generating crystalline arrows of wind which apply concentrated bursts of the element upon projectile impact. The intensity and difficulty of use is highly dependent on how much magic one wants to use, and the skill of the user both on magic and archery.

For defensive items, he carries a full set of 'blizzard's heart' plate armor with a heater shield, all heavier than normal armor and engraved with a variety of cold-mitigating formations that require magic. Though lacking ornamentation, each individual piece is slotted with some form of magic stone as the core pieces of the engraved arrays, visible yet still protected by more metal passing over it in slit shapes, leaving space for the environmental magic to seep in through gaps. Theoretically, a single piece of this material can absorb the kinetic energy capable of obliterating a small-sized mountain before they overheat from absorbed energy. If overused, the stored supply will run out and start depending on the user's magic supply for temperature control.

Finally, a gambeson and padded pants composed of the fibers of a plant called 'ironleaf', possessing the durability of refined alloyed steel while retaining the natural impact mitigation of vegetable fibers arranged in such a manner. The downside of the material is its high flammability due to its density and vegetable nature, losing moisture after being processed in this manner.

And the last noteworthy batch of items would be a variety of magical stones containing already casted spells that have been sealed inside of them. A catalyst in the form of a metal, sturdy necklace with a beautiful cyan gem embedded at its core, fashioned after an eight-pointed star with a circle running through the tips.

Attributes: There's a variety of things that make the man such a powerful force of nature when it comes to combat. The first and foremost is the man's super-human strength, with the ability to deadlift and throw objects as heavy as 4 metric tons if exerting his everything into it. This physique goes beyond just musculature, as his body grew stronger, it also started to become more resistant to poison quantities, alcohol and medicines unfortunately also included on the matter. This started a couple years ago and only intensified in the last 3. At least fortunately, the man took time to train his fine strength control, as such he doesn't usually break anything from exerting too much, unless his composure is broken badly right at a bad timing. This muscle strength also obviously empowers both his maximum speed and his striking force to something devastating if able to go all out... Though his stamina is not infinite, and exerting his body to its limits constantly will quickly leave the man tired. This is why he usually doesn't use his peak all the time, but in bursts and strategically.

An astounding situational awareness and reflexes to compliment said ability to observe the environment, with a wealth of experience fighting both humanoid and non-humanoid creatures aiding in his ability to react and predict movements and threats. Though he is not infallible, and doesn't mean he'll manage to react in time every time to everything, sometimes having to resort to putting his body in harm's way as to prevent a worst case scenario.

A growing form of empath reception which is able to receive the strongest emotion from an individual when they are experiencing it. Unfortunately, it's not an attribute he can control, and as such has had issues for a lot of his life with having the thoughts of anguish and pain of many people swimming around in his head, leading to problems relating to his sense of self-worth when it comes to his life (aided by his magical ability to heal) and bouts of insomnia. It's not something that will ever truly go away, and it will be there with the man for his whole life, only growing stronger as his own body does.

Lastly, he possess a wealth variety of magical abilities, that though used to very much be in the format of a cleric of the forgotten realms for a few reasons, it has been allowed finally to loosen up in his restrictions, losing access to the pure form of the most powerful spells previously available to him, but in exchange obtaining the ability to 'customize' most if not all the spells that were previously available to him, the reserve of magic usually available to a "Knowledge domain cleric". This includes the ability to heal simple wounds to the possibility of reviving someone as long as their body is accessible, or regenerate damage and limbs should the situation call for it. The ability to modify depends on the man's ability to apply the engraving script he is familiar with into the catalyst he depends on to use magic.

Beyond combat prowess, Hershel Avad possesses a high capacity for intellectual learning, but somewhat limited when it comes to crafts and skills that require applying physical effort, which ultimately has been a mixed bag for the man, some skills requiring a disproportionate amount of time and effort.

Biography: A man supposedly born to unknown parents in a random and somewhat remote corner of the Garastan empire, regardless of heritage, it wouldn't matter in the end: He was orphaned and given to a monastery of a small and foreign deity to be taken care of, being raised there from basically since he could remember. At the start, as he got raised like a normal child, his life was alright enough... he experienced some playing, meeting other kids, fighting, having fun, a somewhat normal life for the first 2 years of his life. But such thing would not last, as his third 'birthday' (Frankly, the day he was left at the door) came around, he was found a surprisingly promising candidate to wield the magical arts exclusive to this place of worship dedicate to a foreign goddess of magic and knowledge, and as such was separated and integrated into the education program meant for potential clerics.

This didn't go very well on a personal level for a variety of reasons, but the principal one was that most of the candidates for this program were not of low birth, but instead individuals from already well established backgrounds capable of supplying their children with education, like clergy, nobles and merchants. As one of the few if not the only individual without background, he was quickly isolated from the rest, not necessarily harassed, but shunned and ignored like a pebble on the road of the path of these people.

Yet, he was also able to hear the echoes of conceit and depreciation coming from their minds, something that he had noticed back when in a more free environment. Given enough time under these circumstances, the child couldn't take it, and started to run away from the monastery in short escapades, hanging around the local forest and river in silence, sometimes observing animals, sometimes listening to the sounds of nature to relax his stressed mind. Yet, one day, he would be found out, but not by someone from the monastery, but instead by a supposedly random passerby, an so-called adventurer of sharp senses by the name of 'Heindrich'. This man, instead of reporting him or reprimanded him, chose to ask if he was ok...

Which was the start of the cleric having a surrogate dad, as the man gently approached his issues, and helped rationalize them and encourage him to do better, and to try to excel as to stand up for himself in the face of arrogance. This was only the start of the lessons, as from there onwards the older man would make sure to meet the kid in the same areas, help him come up with excuses and teach him a variety of things, from fishing to hunting, to some deeper manners relating to philosophies on life and ideology on race and equality as he grew from a toddler into an early teen.

Yet, as many things in his life so far, this wouldn't last, and both knew it. The man himself was a self-proclaimed explorer and wanderer, and coming back for years while exploring the Garastan empire had been already pushing it for his lifestyle... so one day, after a formal apology and a proper goodbye, Heindrich left the monastery, and wouldn't show up again for the foreseeable future.

Yet, by this point, the lessons and optimism engraved into Hershel by the fateful encounter had already started to show a difference. He was more willful, more determined, starting to be more inquisitive about the whys of things, yet also capable of showing tact in when to push and when to research in private. A way of life had been lit inside the man, one relating to seeing the world with optimistic pragmatism, and trying to see the good in it and in others.

His zeal and passion was so great, he ultimately managed to obtain his certification as a cleric 3 years earlier than usual for lifelong trainees at 15, all with excellence at that. Before he was even a proper adult, he obtained the right to explore and spread the faith of their goddess around the world, to travel, to experience, to register and to learn.

Yet this in its own right is what would change the man as well, for as he travelled around the empire, one that was lauded as respecting the rights of its dwellers regardless of race, and had a variety of religions and nobles and even city-states within its borders... he found ugliness that his lessons hadn't prepared him for.

Ignorance, violence, paranoia, selfishness, manipulation, the myriad of evils people, not only humans, are capable of which frustrated the young man greatly the more he explored, the more he tried to help people with his feet on the ground. From doing charitable actions like helping heal and do surgery on those that needed to eliminating threats to settlements and exploring old ruins in search of information and relics...

He knew he was making a difference, yet also... felt frustrated, frustrated at how often he felt the upper echelon, the individuals guiding the common folk, felt lacking, selfish, inept, corrupt...

He knew of many that were decent, some mediocre, a few great... but far too many that were bad rulers, and an unacceptable amount of awful ones. It specially offended him on a personal level when religion was used to justify acts of discrimination, greediness or violence, not by the commonfolk, for he considered them naturally misguided for lacking education, but instead the rulers, the leaders, the people that were supposed to know better, To be better.

This frustration would come to a head in his 18th birthday, as he ultimately, trying to trust and help the intentions of an archbishopric ruler who was said to be a kind and caring man for his people, turned out to be a corrupt man presenting shallow kindness to retain his position and his grip over a faithful population, eliminating anyone that could be seeking a change or reform from the shadows while maintaining a persona of kindness. One good enough that had managed to initially fool the cleric... His hands were now stained not with malicious or even morally grey blood... but that of the well intention, the undeserving of violence.

This was the last straw, what broke his composure and his patience towards the elite that were in his eyes, incapable of ruling. Yet, acting out in range would not lead to anything good... so, the man bit his tongue, clenched his fists, and started to form up a plan that would reign the next few decades of his life. His pockets were already lined enough by this point from his work and adventuring, but this was far, far from enough...

Setting his resolve alight, the man spent the next two years dedicating all his time and energy into accruing wealth, prestige and notoriety around the Garastan empire, ultimately causing the emperor's eye to fall onto him... Next, the plan that he spent the next 2 decades of his life enacting to perfection: To be granted a small manor from meritorious service in the middle of the pro-autonomy and non-intervention faction, and to expand his influence rapidly from there, trying to claim the title of one of the few dukes of the nation.

Along the way, he had managed to find companions, friends even, his heart yearning for companionship. Yet the death of a friend that he could not overturn set his heart to reluctance, to hesitate to reach out to others... but being so set in his objectives, he didn't feel like it was time to be this weak, and hardened his heart towards companionship for some time.

His heart, having set his sights on this objective conversed with the serving emperor, was set on this. For the next big period of his life, the cleric would become a noble by merit, one looked down upon, but primed to leave his mark in the world, for what he considered for its betterment.

From working the wild terrain, taming it, to bringing people with treasury, buying skill with negotiation and coin, training commonfolk side by side with mercenaries he convinced to serve as a standing force, his small neighbors were integrated and kicked out one by one, putting instead bureaucrats that followed his direct orders and were loyal to him instead of any usual elite, as most people would do. This and many other unconventional means that he had studied from many places in the world were steadily and methodically implemented as he worked with everything he had to maintain the supply of administrators needed for his ever expanding domain, while most of his treasure that remained unspent was funneled into that initial manor of his, placed in the crossroads of two huge rivers that dominated Garasta's geography, yet was too full of creatures and wildlife to be tamed reasonably...

It became his ducal jewel, his beautiful capital. Residents with certain guaranteed rights, full of traders and craftsmen and clean streets owed to the rough but effective sewers and sanitation measures he had placed from many observations and conclusions done by studying the world's known most majestic and biggest cities...

the city would come to harbor thousands and thousands of souls within 20 years, severely wiping away his initial money reserves along the way, but soon enough becoming profitable in its own right, concentrating the wealth of his domain through trade and manufactory not unlike in skill to any other place in the empire.

But as his efforts were so single-mindedly funneled into this vision, his mind and stability suffered, even with the sporadic communication towards the goddess of the monastery he had grown up in, at one point in his teen years starting to communicate with him.

As such, an intervention was done by her, pushed away from his overworking and insomniac habits owed to bearing everything himself, alone...

Pushed away from his mighty keep, from his own world, into another one... This kind of event had happened only a couple of times in his life before, for it was a known phenomena of the world that sometimes, one would connect with another domain... but this time was different.

For, it would lead to a fateful meeting with a kid, a poor child named Sage that had suffered a rough, restrained life that reminded him of his own strife... someone he sympathized with, yet also felt like he could help on a far more personal level if he just, reached out... reached out just how he had attempted to do so with others before the death of a friend many years ago...

Having had time to heal, to think, to suffer in loneliness, and despite his loss of common sense. He did. And said to become his child... it was not the first he had tried to approach, but the first to be adopted into his family. Along the way, he met many people, learned many things from other worlds that fascinated him and dazzled the man... and also, ended up eventually finding a person he could set his heart to love, that would not be at risk of death easily, that was strong and helped be more in touch with some numbed out parts of himself.

His heart, which had grown numb and somewhat cold, warmed again, as he experienced more out of the world adventures, met more people, and grew to love those he had close, even rekindling friendships with people he already knew.

Now, he stands in happiness, if still troubled by matters of the past, hopeful for the future... who knows, maybe he will finally adopt the ex-mercenary he was taking care of back home... But now that he was dating the individual he had confessed his life to last year, he felt stronger than ever, capable of tackling any challenge.