@TheWendil You answered all my questions and I should be able to move her over after making some edits, but I'm wondering if going the vitality/stamina route might be better. Would that be any more effective on Miseria? Less effective on magical girls? This should be my last round of questions.
As for teaming up, I think I'd like to see how things play out ICly before I make any calls. Especially if more people are joining. I do have a few preferences, but it seems silly to say "These two would be a good team!" When I don't even know how they act yet. So Suki's keeping her prospects open. Big surprise.
You answered all my questions and I should be able to move her over after making some edits, but I'm wondering if going the vitality/stamina route might be better. Would that be any more effective on Miseria? Less effective on magical girls? This should be my last round of questions.
This should be effective on both Miseria and Magical Girls, especially for the pesky light ones who rely on being bubbly and energetic. The Miseria being negative emotion means draining stamina would stun them and, if she's really potent, render them unable to move much at all. It might also cause them to violently backlash since she's making them lethargic, fueling a negative emotion with another. A sort of risk and reward, but they would be stunned.
@TheWendil Sounds like both options function more or less the same on a magical girl, but on Miseria, vitality drain is effective but risks making other Miseria stronger. I think I'll go with that, since the idea was to have Suki get beat up more anyway.
Once I get home, I'll make the edits and move her over to the character tab. Thanks for being patient with me.
@TheWendil Am I right in thinking the Detention Club is pretty much a dark version of the Hero Club in Yuki Yuna Is A Hero? While watching that anime, I thought "Aha that's where the inspiration came from".
@TheWendil Am I right in thinking the Detention Club is pretty much a dark version of the Hero Club in Yuki Yuna Is A Hero? While watching that anime, I thought "Aha that's where the inspiration came from".
It's been a while since I watched Yuki Yuna so it might have been an inspiration when I first ran this RP. Something for Past Wendil to ponder.
I'm probably too late, but the CS bug bit me, and the chance to make an evil magical girl was too good to pass up.
"BUT IF THINE EYE BE EVIL, THY WHOLE BODY SHALL BE FULL OF DARKNESS—THEREFORE PLUCK IT OUT, AND CAST IT FROM THEE..."
• Name: Kuroki Kiyo • Title: EVIL EYE • Age: 19
• Emblem: An eye-shaped tattoo on her back, at the base of her neck. Touching it allows others to see what she sees.
• Devil Arm - HEIMDAL GAZZO: A pair of magical red contact lenses, these once gave Kiyo an ability akin to x-ray vision, and a zoom feature which allowed her to be her allies' "eye in the sky." Now, her contact lenses emit a signal which, through eye contact, can cause psychedelic effects in her victims. Kiyo's hypnotic gaze quickly turns ordinary people into her minions, and with enough prolonged exposure, even magical girls can be convinced to kneel before her. The residual effects may allow her to command them for a short time, but after eye contact is broken, they will eventually recover, usually after a maximum of five minutes.
• Magic - FLESHCRAFT: Her once-innocent wish to see the world was corrupted when she saw too much. Now, like the evil ones she once spied upon, minions do her bidding. FLESHCRAFT can create levitating eye monsters called Mogall. These can transmit images of whatever they see directly to HEIMDAL GAZZO, giving Kiyo acute awareness of anything her minions are sent to spy upon. These creatures are weak, and can only use their sticky tendrils to stall Kiyo's enemies for just long enough to possibly allow her to escape danger and reunite with other Kurai Majokko—however, they can also terrorize ordinary civilians with ease, and quickly become a problem if allowed to multiply unchecked.
• Background: Kiyo was once a perfect little angel, just like all of her sisters. Like many girls her age, she wanted to make the world a better place, but had no idea where to start. She wanted to be a good person, but wasn't really sure what that meant. She understood that it probably meant helping people, but it turned out that, secretly, she doesn't actually like working with people all that much—working with people who are broken and needy, even less so. She was the kind of person who had her life pretty put together, and didn't have much patience for anyone who wasn't just like her. She needed a clique. She wanted to see the world. Thus, when Kiyo had the opportunity to become part of a troupe of magical girls with ambitions to see all of Japan—and then the world—she accepted without question.
The other girls weren't like her, though. Far from it—they were selfish, and craved the spotlight that their role as heroes afforded them. Kiyo, meanwhile, did thankless work behind the scenes, mostly just scouting for trouble. She thought she was giving the other magical girls what they wanted: the spotlight. However, with her ability to see almost anything, anywhere, she quickly found out that the others did not respect her, at all. That was fine, though; they had a point: she wasn't great at combat. So, whenever she had the chance, she took Judo lessons. It was through those lessons that she got close to a boy her age, and eventually fell head over heels for him. The other girls did not take kindly to that, either. Most of them agreed that, sure, she was cute, but she was a "basic bitch," and he was out of her league.
It all came to a head when, one day, she was doing her scouting routine, and was missing him, and happened to pass over his place. She told herself that she shouldn't, but he had given her a key to his apartment by this point, though she had yet to use it. She figured it would be fine to just take a peek into his room to see how he was doing. She had seen many things in her life, and many evils which slowly challenged her optimism for this job, eroded her purity, and questioned her convictions—but seeing her boyfriend cheating on her with one of her supposed "friends" was the final straw. The innocent Magical Girl of Light, Eagle Eye, was never seen again, vanishing into the night.
Kiyo's blood ran colder than the surrounding night air as she watched, her ex-boyfriend and ex-friend taunting her with the warmth they were sharing behind her back. Both her face and knuckles turned pale as they tightened along with her chest, her heartbeat racing along with her mind as she weighed her options. She was not a fighter. Saya was. So was Nobu, but he couldn't take Saya in a fight if things turned south, and who's to say he was even on her side? Kiyo's face twisted, irate, as tears of anguish and fury silently streamed down her frigid cheeks, providing the only touch of warmth she would receive tonight—or for a long while, she supposed, for it was over.
It was purely and simply over. She had seen enough evil in the world, and had enough of being powerless to change it. All she wanted out of this job, at first, was to see the world, and to help the people in it, and she had given up on her initial dream of traveling when her allies had become addicted to the spotlight and the fame they enjoyed in Japan. Failing that, she had decided that charity should start at home, and resigned herself to help the people of Japan—but the government was corrupt, she saw. She saw everything, and was politely—with a subtle menace—told not to notice. The existence of heroes in this world was not celebrated—it was tolerated—perhaps exploited in some ways. The worst part was—or had been—that she couldn't tell her friends the truth—that everything they did was for nothing, in the end. "This is how Japan is," she longed to tell them, but the world had replied "this is how the world is, you fool."
It didn't matter anymore. Those girls, and especially that whore, didn't deserve to know the Truth. She decided, in this moment, to reclaim her lost wish: to see the world. The tattoo on her back twisted, becoming not an eagle's eye but a Masonic Eye. Her contact lenses receded from the bedroom below, refusing along with Kiyo to continue to witness such debauchery. They sang as they resonated with a subtle glow, showing Kiyo the world that she so wished to see—yet the tears continued to fall, as she knew it to be both an illusion, and a sign of further mutations to come. She was turning, she knew—and could no longer muster the courage to protest the change. She would no longer be Eagle Eye, but EVIL EYE—the name coming to her as naturally as the wind, which chilled her more than the realization that she had become a Kurai Majokko. Her tears, too, grew cold, threatening to freeze to her cheeks. Her final speck of warmth was gone—as was she.
• Other:
Before being corrupted and becoming FLESHCRAFT, her magic condensed water vapors, turning clouds into ice, and crafting the ice into weapons. In a surprising turn of realism, this was pretty useless. The other magical girls made fun of her.
The kind of girl who types in ALL CAPS. Maybe this is why she doesn't have any friends?
I'm probably too late, but the CS bug bit me, and the chance to make an evil magical girl was too good to pass up.
"BUT IF THINE EYE BE EVIL, THY WHOLE BODY SHALL BE FULL OF DARKNESS—THEREFORE PLUCK IT OUT, AND CAST IT FROM THEE..."
• Name: Kuroki Kiyo • Title: EVIL EYE • Age: 19
• Emblem: An eye-shaped tattoo on her back, at the base of her neck. Touching it allows others to see what she sees.
• Devil Arm - HEIMDAL GAZZO: A pair of magical red contact lenses, these once gave Kiyo an ability akin to x-ray vision, and a zoom feature which allowed her to be her allies' "eye in the sky." Now, her contact lenses emit a signal which, through eye contact, can cause psychedelic effects in her victims. Kiyo's hypnotic gaze quickly turns ordinary people into her minions, and with enough prolonged exposure, even magical girls can be convinced to kneel before her. The residual effects may allow her to command them for a short time, but after eye contact is broken, they will eventually recover, usually after a maximum of five minutes.
• Magic - FLESHCRAFT: Her once-innocent wish to see the world was corrupted when she saw too much. Now, like the evil ones she once spied upon, minions do her bidding. FLESHCRAFT can create levitating eye monsters called Mogall. These can transmit images of whatever they see directly to HEIMDAL GAZZO, giving Kiyo acute awareness of anything her minions are sent to spy upon. These creatures are weak, and can only use their sticky tendrils to stall Kiyo's enemies for just long enough to possibly allow her to escape danger and reunite with other Kurai Majokko—however, they can also terrorize ordinary civilians with ease, and quickly become a problem if allowed to multiply unchecked.
• Background: Kiyo was once a perfect little angel, just like all of her sisters. Like many girls her age, she wanted to make the world a better place, but had no idea where to start. She wanted to be a good person, but wasn't really sure what that meant. She understood that it probably meant helping people, but it turned out that, secretly, she doesn't actually like working with people all that much—working with people who are broken and needy, even less so. She was the kind of person who had her life pretty put together, and didn't have much patience for anyone who wasn't just like her. She needed a clique. She wanted to see the world. Thus, when Kiyo had the opportunity to become part of a troupe of magical girls with ambitions to see all of Japan—and then the world—she accepted without question.
The other girls weren't like her, though. Far from it—they were selfish, and craved the spotlight that their role as heroes afforded them. Kiyo, meanwhile, did thankless work behind the scenes, mostly just scouting for trouble. She thought she was giving the other magical girls what they wanted: the spotlight. However, with her ability to see almost anything, anywhere, she quickly found out that the others did not respect her, at all. That was fine, though; they had a point: she wasn't great at combat. So, whenever she had the chance, she took Judo lessons. It was through those lessons that she got close to a boy her age, and eventually fell head over heels for him. The other girls did not take kindly to that, either. Most of them agreed that, sure, she was cute, but she was a "basic bitch," and he was out of her league.
It all came to a head when, one day, she was doing her scouting routine, and was missing him, and happened to pass over his place. She told herself that she shouldn't, but he had given her a key to his apartment by this point, though she had yet to use it. She figured it would be fine to just take a peek into his room to see how he was doing. She had seen many things in her life, and many evils which slowly challenged her optimism for this job, eroded her purity, and questioned her convictions—but seeing her boyfriend cheating on her with one of her supposed "friends" was the final straw. The innocent Magical Girl of Light, Eagle Eye, was never seen again, vanishing into the night.
Kiyo's blood ran colder than the surrounding night air as she watched, her ex-boyfriend and ex-friend taunting her with the warmth they were sharing behind her back. Both her face and knuckles turned pale as they tightened along with her chest, her heartbeat racing along with her mind as she weighed her options. She was not a fighter. Saya was. So was Nobu, but he couldn't take Saya in a fight if things turned south, and who's to say he was even on her side? Kiyo's face twisted, irate, as tears of anguish and fury silently streamed down her frigid cheeks, providing the only touch of warmth she would receive tonight—or for a long while, she supposed, for it was over.
It was purely and simply over. She had seen enough evil in the world, and had enough of being powerless to change it. All she wanted out of this job, at first, was to see the world, and to help the people in it, and she had given up on her initial dream of traveling when her allies had become addicted to the spotlight and the fame they enjoyed in Japan. Failing that, she had decided that charity should start at home, and resigned herself to help the people of Japan—but the government was corrupt, she saw. She saw everything, and was politely—with a subtle menace—told not to notice. The existence of heroes in this world was not celebrated—it was tolerated—perhaps exploited in some ways. The worst part was—or had been—that she couldn't tell her friends the truth—that everything they did was for nothing, in the end. "This is how Japan is," she longed to tell them, but the world had replied "this is how the world is, you fool."
It didn't matter anymore. Those girls, and especially that whore, didn't deserve to know the Truth. She decided, in this moment, to reclaim her lost wish: to see the world. The tattoo on her back twisted, becoming not an eagle's eye but a Masonic Eye. Her contact lenses receded from the bedroom below, refusing along with Kiyo to continue to witness such debauchery. They sang as they resonated with a subtle glow, showing Kiyo the world that she so wished to see—yet the tears continued to fall, as she knew it to be both an illusion, and a sign of further mutations to come. She was turning, she knew—and could no longer muster the courage to protest the change. She would no longer be Eagle Eye, but EVIL EYE—the name coming to her as naturally as the wind, which chilled her more than the realization that she had become a Kurai Majokko. Her tears, too, grew cold, threatening to freeze to her cheeks. Her final speck of warmth was gone—as was she.
• Other:
Before being corrupted and becoming FLESHCRAFT, her magic condensed water vapors, turning clouds into ice, and crafting the ice into weapons. In a surprising turn of realism, this was pretty useless. The other magical girls made fun of her.
The kind of girl who types in ALL CAPS. Maybe this is why she doesn't have any friends?
Seems good to us!
Another recon and manipulative character, the only concern I have is that her power *should* have some effect on miseria, possibly able to exert some level of control over them while others do their thing. Would work well on a team that doesn't have Chess girl and Blood lady that I, as a good co-gm, totally and absolutely remember the names of.
Go ahead and move her on over to the character tab.
Another recon and manipulative character, the only concern I have is that her power *should* have some effect on miseria, possibly able to exert some level of control over them while others do their thing. Would work well on a team that doesn't have Chess girl and Blood lady that I, as a good co-gm, totally and absolutely remember the names of.
Go ahead and move her on over to the character tab.
Wendil tells me I'm a dummy, a silly little goober in-fact. She dun have to affect the Miseria like that. So we chillin completely.
On that note, unfortunately all the RP spots are taken, @Kero, as the final dark slot will be someone whose CS is nearly complete, worked on in private. If a position opens again you’re free to apply once more but I’ll be closing character openings from here on out.
I’ll also be starting the RP relatively soon now, everyone.
On that note, unfortunately all the RP spots are taken, @Kero, as the final dark slot will be someone whose CS is nearly complete, worked on in private. If a position opens again you’re free to apply once more but I’ll be closing character openings from here on out.
I’ll also be starting the RP relatively soon now, everyone.
Another recon and manipulative character, the only concern I have is that her power *should* have some effect on miseria, possibly able to exert some level of control over them while others do their thing. Would work well on a team that doesn't have Chess girl and Blood lady that I, as a good co-gm, totally and absolutely remember the names of.
Go ahead and move her on over to the character tab.
Immobilizing a horde of small fry or one big baddie was the idea in the back of my mind that I totally didn't forget to add. Basically, the stronger they are, the more direct and prolonged eye contact needed to exert dominance. Intelligent creatures will catch on and look away before she gains direct control, but they'll be on a drug trip for a bit. Unintelligent creatures will become her temporary pets.
Hug the miseria. Yes. Isn't it adorable?
Shh, shh, ignore the bloody lady currently clawing you to death. Look into my eyes.
Edit: I'm fine with it not affecting them too. Just let me know what I should roll with.
<Snipped quote by CamiCat> Immobilizing a horde of small fry or one big baddie was the idea in the back of my mind that I totally didn't forget to add. Basically, the stronger they are, the more direct and prolonged eye contact needed to exert dominance. Intelligent creatures will catch on and look away before she gains direct control, but they'll be on a drug trip for a bit. Unintelligent creatures will become her temporary pets.
Hug the miseria. Yes. Isn't it adorable?
Shh, shh, ignore the bloody lady currently clawing you to death. Look into my eyes.
Edit: I'm fine with it not affecting them too. Just let me know what I should roll with.
Can always do both and develop it over the RP so she has a path she can follow! Nothing wrong with developing extra skills over time, makes for some more interesting interactions too! Keep that idea! Wendil says it shouldn't at the start so roll without for now
Funny how most of the dark magical girls have powers built for team work with only three being direct damage dealers in lasers, blood claws, and crushing gauntlet claws
• Name: Willow • Title: Will of the Wisps • Age: 18 • Emblem: A black stitched book of songs with a crimson heart on the cover. • Devil Arm: Panopticon. A ethereal string instrument that can grow wider or smaller and add and remove strings to take the appearance of a violin, guitar, or a shamisen • Magic: Once it was synthesia, a magic that emerged from the musician’s instruments that conjured familiars, visions, and other instruments to the rhythm of beautiful compositions. As her mental health declined, it increasingly became more vivid and more physical. Animal friends turning into twisted monsters that fight and act on the behalf of a twisted beat. • Background: Willow tells a different story each time and never lets on to details other than those very close to her. Approached by a demon or an angel in a deep dream, she was told that she would become something spectacular, and if she did not the entire world would fall in ruin. Said world was just an illusion conjured in her head, and it was up to her to create the perfect music to save the souls of those listening and release them from their material woes. Increasingly this mission became more and more warped,
“Eternity before me. The endless gaze of God’s great eye sterling and crying right above me. Time is all around me. I see it all~”
Willow hummed out a tune to Rei’s approach, always delighting in greeting her entrances to the club with strange poetry and eclectic string arrangements to match the beat of the shinigami’s boots. She sat perched like a cat on the table, crouched around her instrument tightly like a lover.
“So gloomy! You always look like you’ve killed someone. Will you finally stay and listen to my songs a while? You’ll feel the way I do, sublime all the time~” She’d coo, strumming her violin very fast at the end of her sentence.
“Oh and I’ve invited myself into the fridge again. I forget sometimes you need to eat, and your barbecue sandwich looked lovely. Put it on my tab.”
Rei knew there was no such tab, and there would never be any money paying back for this freeloader.
• Name: Willow • Title: Will of the Wisps • Age: 18 • Emblem: A black stitched book of songs with a crimson heart on the cover. • Devil Arm: Panopticon. A ethereal string instrument that can grow wider or smaller and add and remove strings to take the appearance of a violin, guitar, or a shamisen • Magic: Once it was synthesia, a magic that emerged from the musician’s instruments that conjured familiars, visions, and other instruments to the rhythm of beautiful compositions. As her mental health declined, it increasingly became more vivid and more physical. Animal friends turning into twisted monsters that fight and act on the behalf of a twisted beat. • Background: Willow tells a different story each time and never lets on to details other than those very close to her. Approached by a demon or an angel in a deep dream, she was told that she would become something spectacular, and if she did not the entire world would fall in ruin. Said world was just an illusion conjured in her head, and it was up to her to create the perfect music to save the souls of those listening and release them from their material woes. Increasingly this mission became more and more warped,
“Eternity before me. The endless gaze of God’s great eye sterling and crying right above me. Time is all around me. I see it all~”
Willow hummed out a tune to Rei’s approach, always delighting in greeting her entrances to the club with strange poetry and eclectic string arrangements to match the beat of the shinigami’s boots. She sat perched like a cat on the table, crouched around her instrument tightly like a lover.
“So gloomy! You always look like you’ve killed someone. Will you finally stay and listen to my songs a while? You’ll feel the way I do, sublime all the time~” She’d coo, strumming her violin very fast at the end of her sentence.
“Oh and I’ve invited myself into the fridge again. I forget sometimes you need to eat, and your barbecue sandwich looked lovely. Put it on my tab.”
Rei knew there was no such tab, and there would never be any money paying back for this freeloader.
Give us a moment to think about whether this would be acceptable. Hold on, will talk to wendil
