Personality: A woman with a generally positive and sociable personality, Hikari is someone who wouldn't be bad to run into as a stranger in public. At the same time, she is someone who is used to putting on an act or a 'face' and even took theater class in high school in an effort to help her work as a young streamer at the time. While she is someone who enjoys being adventerous and times and frankly enjoys a good celebration, festive event, or party of sorts still, though at the same time Hikari is generally used to plugging away at whatever work is in front of her with some level of genuine focus and grit and determination. When she wants something, she puts her all into getting what she desires. While it saddens her to leave behind the loved ones she had just begun to really connect with and loved already, the chance to begin again and start anew in a new form, a new body, and a new life is something that certainly draws some of the adventerous side out of her for sure.
History: Hikari was born a little girl to a young but unready second-generation immigrant teenagers in California, being given away for adoption and an unknown future for one reason or another. Here she would be in the system, though luckily for her it wasn't long before being picked up by a wealthy New England family living in the northeast of the United States of America. Taken into the affluent but philanthropic Yates family, but keeping the primary name her biological mother had given her beforehand, Hikari would be raised in a life of general luxury and wealth that would see her geared up to have 'nothing but the best' due to the affections of her adoptive parents. Albeit while she did prove to have some notable inborn talents in academics as a young child that her parents and teachers sought to foster, she also had her 'partying rich kid years' later on as a teenager to seemingly counteract this bit of good fortune. Even then, however, her intellect was put to a sort of use as the girl proved too have a knack for programming and coding after she had the idea of becoming a website designer and video game streamer during these years as well. One hired tutor and some 'tough love' negotiations later, and Hikari's skills in the area showed a good bit of promise for the future as a career.
It was all exasperating to her adoptive parents to be sure, and yet her skills were something that a future could be built upon at least. Ultimately, her and her parents would have a proper 'heart to heart' during her senior year that would, and with the threat of a potential grounding for the rest of her senior year among other things included, finally be pushed to agree to a deal for her own future. She would take up a part-time job out of high school, pursue a degree in computer sciences at a respectable enough college, and in return get to keep her streaming and would get some financial support from her adoptive parents. This, as well as practical experience in a 'normal retail job', would then in turn push Hikari to actually grow to some extent and 'sober up' to a certain extent as well in the coming years. Especially as she was exposed to the wider world 'irl' somewhat.
Going to a respectable enough university in the end, albeit after a bit of work to secure some basic scholarship or another, Hikari would begin work on her degree. She would somewhat remain the party-loving kid, continued to stream, and would even create her own Vtuber model and debut as an independent Vuber after getting her bachelor's degree. For the most part her skills would be put to practical use in her personal pursuits as they became a source of income for her, though in time she would begin to put them to use in a formal job of sorts as a part-time computer programmer on the side for further income. It was the eventual compromise she made with her parents in the end, and by the time she established herself well enough she'd eventually come to general terms with her parents and they had come to some terms with her and the expectations they'd had for her. Somewhat.
In time, Hikari would become curious about her biological parents and, as an adult, reach out to look for them. Turns out they had eventually grown up and married each other, and she had a young blood sibling who enjoyed watching her streams by chance! Albeit her biological parents had gone to Japan to care for Hikari's father's last remaining grandparent there for the past several years. It was a curious situation, but after several conversations over the phone her biological parents revealed they would like to meet her and get to know her better after all of those years apart....years they had spent too afraid to reach out to her after their reckless youthful years. It would be to this end that Hikari would travel to Japan to go see them, there finding what felt like the beginnings of a new part of her life. A bit of closure. A bit of history. A bit more family. It was something her adoptive parents seemed to be rather proud of as well, and she was going to visit them after the return tip to the United States via a simple and safe ride on a plane.
Yet tragically, as the way of an isekai protagonist goes, the plane she was on would never make it to its destination.
Level: 1
Stats:
STR: 4
DEX: 2
MAG: 1
DEF: 3
RES: 3
AGI: 1
LCK: 1
Skills:
Skill Name: Enduring Strength
Skill Description: Passive. STR +3
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-Hikari's hobbies in her former life involved anime and manga and definitely a fair few video games for her personal time, these being her self-appointed 'guilty pleasures' to indulge in alongside the likes of spicy foods and beach vacations in the summers if or when she got the chance.
-Hikari had a dedicated exersize regiment each day, mostly something that became a personal habit after getting a 'muffin top' in high school around her waistline. She panicked, began to try to get fit, and then mellowed out into a proper and fit long-term routine after she got into college.
-Hikari's new name of "Nyana" simply popped into her head automatically as she wakes up in her new body and in a new world.
-Even when young, her parents sought to learn Japanese and get her to learn it, as well as took occasional trips to Japan among their choice of international countries for overseas vacations, to try to help her 'connect with her roots'. She is ultimately bilingual to a fluent enough extent due to the long-term efforts of her adoptive parents over the course of her life, and this is a thing she became grateful for as an adult later on.
Personality: Javal is haunted by feelings of guilt and failure of the plane crash. He had been at the yoke when the plane went down, and while he isn't truly sure if he could've averted the crash as well as a more experienced pilot could have, he feels responsible nonetheless. The path forward for &is obvious- if the rest of the crew and passengers came to this world, it was his duty to find and aid them. If not, he still felt obliged to do some good in this world, in hopes of atoning for the hundreds of lives that had been lost from the crash.
For now, he has shed his old name for a new one, to go with his new face. If he were to meet up with any of the crew- a task easier said than done considering they also probably had new bodies- perhaps he could reveal himself, but the passengers might prove forgiving if they knew of his unwitting role in bringing them here.
History: In his past life, the one now known as Javal was known by a different name. There wasn't much to it- he was born to a stable middle-class family, attended college, went to flight school, spent several years as a flight instructor, and eventually obtained the certifications and experience to get hired as an airline pilot.
Then, while serving as the First Officer of a long-haul flight, something went terribly, terribly wrong. The plane crashed, with no survivors, in an accident that would no doubt make headlines worldwide. He knew when it was going down that they weren't going to live through it. All he could do was give a few last words to the flight recorder before impact.
Level: 1
Stats:
STR: 3
DEX: 1
MAG: 1
DEF: 2
RES: 1
AGI: 3
LCK: 1
Skills:
Skill Name:Trajectory Control
Skill Description:When in mid-air, Javal can adjust and manipulate the direction of his trajectory, allowing him to have some control over where he lands when he jumps or plummets.
Not entirely sure if this will fly, but here ya go; A wholesome (yet also slightly terrifying) old man returned to his prime.
I'll probably neaten it up a bit for easier reading after I get some sleep.
Name: Duncan MacTyr
Age: Physically? Somewhere in his early twenties. Mentally? One year short of a century.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Unusual amongst those that have been reborn in this land, Duncan's new body... is an almost exact copy of his old one. Albeit, restored to it's prime; The wear-lines, wrinkles and liver spots having seemingly melted away to make room for the dense, compact but incredibly powerful kind of musculature that comes from a life of hard exertion, and not a gym— Enough to give him an imposing figure, even without the sheer bulk of a bodybuilder, and even while standing at a relatively average 5'8". His short cut of shock white hair, likewise, has been restored to it's more youthful brown, with bits of red that become more obvious in certain lighting, especially on his... actually quite handsome face in the early mornings or when he's too busy to shave. With the only real hint of his true age being the in the way he carries himself, or in the weathered gleam in his green eyes.
Curiously, many mementos of his old life have also carried over into this one as well; old battle scars— the most obvious being a long mark left by shrapnel going vertically along his left cheek— and faded tattoos on his shoulders and forearms still marking and marring his flesh as they did before. Whether this is simple coincidence or by the design of whoever brought them all here, he doesn't know for sure— but he isn't exactly to broken up about it, especially considering how dramatically those around him have changed in their 'rebirth'.
Stoic, but not in the way espoused by people with Greco-Roman statues as profile pictures on YouTube. More in that Duncan possesses a remarkable amount of control over himself; being only very rarely frightened nor angry with the people around him and possessing an uncanny amount of patience. This, however, does not mean that the man is some kind of impermeable rock devoid of humour and emotion, and if sufficiently prompted— or more alarmingly, sometimes when not.— release a devastatingly destructive barb or joke potent enough to cause a snort or spit-take in even the most hardened of hearts and in life, he was known to have a soft spot for kids; and wasn't even particularly shy about it either.
Of himself, however, he rarely speaks. Though he always listens when asked (and sometimes when not). The latter, because of all the friends he has outlived, far too many have gone prematurely, even after the guns fell silent. And the former? Well...
Throughout the Second World War and his time in Korea, Duncan has seen and come to know true evil in a way few others can and the very worst of what mankind is capable of doing to another. And is in no real rush to dump the kinds of things he's seen and done onto a younger audience, willing or not. And quite frankly, would probably prefer the rest not to know about that part of his life altogether.
...But would unquestioningly fight like the third monkey on the ramp to Noah's Ark to never see those evils repeated again.
Born in Northern Ontario in the February of 1925, Duncan's early life was... by no means a fairy tale, but also not particularly special for the time; the fifth of seven children but one of only two to survive a nasty outbreak of tuberculosis that took the rest of his siblings as well as his father. Which would lead to him finding employment at the age of ten at a local lumber mill to support his older sister— Abigail— and mother. The latter of whom would simply pack up her bags and leave without a word one day, leaving her two children to fend for themselves. Still, Abby and Duncan found a way to make it work, not least of all through help from their neighbours, a few trappers from a nearby reserve who'd been friends with his father, who were quite keen on making sure they at least wouldn't go hungry and a local priest who'd made sure the pair were educated— albeit, in French— and made sure they always had a good Christmas.
Then 1939, things... happened in Europe. And our boy Duncan, then aged fourteen, seeing how much more a soldier got paid than he did pushing brooms and sharpening saws at the mill, did something incredibly goddamn stupid—
He lied about his age. And joined the Army. Where for the next five years, he would man guns and fight fires during the Blitz, survive the disastrous raid on Dieppe, fight a brutal campaign up the Italian Peninsula, storm the beaches of Normandy and live the absolute carnage of the Scheldt. Sending the lion's share of his pay home to his sister and ending the war as a Sergeant at just 19; partly to his merit, partly because after a certain point, he'd become one of the most senior men left in his Company with four limbs and a pulse.
Seemed to impress somebody, however, as he was offered a full scholarship to the Royal Military College in Kingston afterward. Which he accepted and which would lead to him being deployed to Korea five years later as Lieutenant and second in command to a specialized assault company. Which of course, would lead Duncan to get into a whole new set of tough scrapes, one of which (a landmine north of Seoul) would land him in a hospital bed in Tokyo, where he'd meet Dr. Ryuuji Takeda— the son of a wealthy diplomat who'd served as a medic during the last war— with whom he'd form an unlikely, but enduring friendship that would last all the way into the modern day; writing eachother often and visiting whenever their schedules allowed. A tradition that carried on down to the families the two started an ocean apart.
Duncan, for his part, would go on to have a son with a nurse from Montreal he'd met during his first outing with the Army. Whom he would sadly outlive, losing her to breast cancer in '76, but would go on to raise his boy as best he could. Before finally retiring from The Service a decade later with a full pension to spend more time with the grandchildren his son very clumsily informed him were on the way. The eldest of which (his granddaughter) would deploy to Afghanistan and rather emphatically display that the propensity for kicking ass was very goddamn hereditary. His grandson, on the other hand, would go overseas to Japan to work as an English Teacher, staying with Ryuuji and his family in Hokkaido.
...Where he almost immediately married Ryuuji's granddaughter. The news of which was met with equal parts laughter and profanity because Duncan could almost swear that old sonuvabitch had planned that from the beginning. And quickly made plans to go visit.
Plans that would go... unfulfilled for nearly four years. As, by this point, Duncan was an old man. One who had fought two wars, been shot, stabbed, shelled, bombed and exposed to god-knows-what kind of chemicals over his long career; his insurance company flatly refused to go anywhere near an airplane. Something that left a very bitter taste in the old man's mouth, especially with the birth of his great grandson. And things would carry on as such until one day, he received a phonecall from his granddaughter-in-law—
Ryuuji, his best and, well, only friend he had left in the world was dying.
While he was trapped an ocean away, unable to even see his grandson, or his grandson's child because his insurance company was absolutely petrified at the idea of having to pay out on a policy as old as his— nevermind that at 99 years old, he didn't exactly have a lot of gas left in the tank anyhow.
So he snapped.
Made sure his will was in good order.
Then called up that snarky lady from the insurance company with a military lawyer present to goad her to the usual point of the conversation where she threatened to physically prevent him from leaving, at which point said lawyer cut in to threaten the mother of all lawsuits and inform her that the Department of National Defense would absolutely make the time for a retired Brigadier. Which prompted her to start swearing— which was honestly a mistake on her part— as Duncan had nearly a century of practice on her and was much better at it than she was.
That done, he bought a ticket. Flew himself out to Japan, spent the whole day with his great grandson— the younger 'Ryuuji'—, carried him to bed, tucked him in, told him a story and spent the rest of the evening drinking one last bottle of whiskey with the elder Ryuuji.
Two days later, Duncan was on a plane going home. Looking out the window and very much aware that one way or another, this would likely be the last time he ever got this kind of view of the Ocean. He supposed that he should should be sad, or at least melancholy... but he couldn't find it in himself to be. He had got to meet his own great grandson— see him happy, healthy and loved. See his best friend one last time. Got to finally try his granddaughter-in-law's cooking he'd heard so much about, and see her start bouncing up and down like a giddy schoolgirl when she learned she was pregnant again the morning before he left.
He was... fulfilled.
Which was why Duncan didn't kick up much of a fuss as the plane came to it's final, unfortunate destination— though he did summon what strength was left in his old bones to shield the girl sitting next to him from the glass of the window shattering next to them.
...Though even Duncan had to admit, what happened next was a a bit of a new one, even for him.
Name: Jason "Jase" Stone Age: Biologic 19 / Mental: 63 Gender: Male Race: Half-Elf Appearance: This androgynous young man puts you in mind of a clever fox. He has round gray eyes that are like two silver coins. His thick, curly, dark hair is closed cropped. He has a graceful build. His skin is lightly tanned. He has nearly-nonexistent eyebrows, no beard (alopecia barbae), and narrow feet. His wardrobe is plain, and mostly dark colors.
Personality: Jase is reserved, his mind logical and organized, but he can be tactless - in his line of work, encounters with others tend to be very brief. Seldom seen without a book - they help occupy his mind while on stakeouts as it could be days before a target appears.
Tends to be suspicious of others, his mind constantly on tactical alert, quietly observing everything that takes place around him. It was better to plan, in his view, than to depend on capricious luck.
History: Grew up in the suburbs, an only child with few friends. He did very well in school, then unexpectly vanished after graduation to join the Army. A psychological examination in boot camp suggested a bit of moral flexability, and he found himself being trained as a sniper. He was loaned out to the CIA for wetwork, but returned to the service after an executive order banned government agencies from peforming them.
After leaving the service, he got approached by the Organization for some free-lance work, it took him all over the world, provided a lot of free time, and paid very well. As far as the moral aspects, he sometimes describes it as, "If I show up at your door, odds are you did something to bring me there."
Eventually, he decided it was time to retire and communicated that to the Organization, who begged him to perform one last job before he left, and to show the ropes to a newcomer. She was young and brash, and had a few skills, but he suspected she might have gotten orders to kill him. They got the job done - but received an unexpected drone attack, which they narrowly escaped. The Organization claimed to be surprised, and they both boarded the fight home - only for the plane to explode in mid-flight.
Level: 1
Stats
STR: 2
DEX: 2
MAG: 1
DEF: 2
RES: 2
AGI: 2
LCK: 1
Skills Skill Name: Knife fighting Skill Description: the effective ability to use and throw a knife in melee combat. Other: He's very well-read.