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Name: Jiro Tadashi Rohan
Superhero Name: ???
Age: 19
Birthday: ???
Birth Place: Japan
Pronouns: He/Him
Gender: Male
Species: Human... Mostly
Recommender: ???
Languages: English, Japanese

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 178lbs
Build: Thin
Eyes: Inhumanly black
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lots of scars on his hands and fingers, some around his chest.
Personal Style: Rohan always dresses for the outdoors, keeping several layers on himself at all times. He prefers muted colors such as brown and grey, with the occasional splash of green or white thrown in, and is generally pretty low maintenance about his aesthetic. He usually puts on a light t-shirt first, then a thicker sweater, and then some kind of jacket on top of that before he considers himself dressed enough to walk out the front door. Rohan likes having plenty of pockets for tools or his magic items, but he also just gets cold easily.

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Creative * Jumpy * Calculated * Dejected * Thoughtful * Exhausted

Sexuality: Rohan hasn't had the chance to stop and ask himself this kind of question, so he has no idea.
Relationship Status: Single
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality: Rohan is like an old man in the body of a 19 year old, always giving off perpetually tired vibes and seemingly never smiling no matter the mood. He often speaks about things as if he’s the wise old master every protagonist learns from, and seems to know things that he shouldn’t. There’s always something fundamentally off about Rohan, but he never acts like it. He doesn’t cower in fear when it makes sense to, he isn’t furious when he should be. His mood is almost always calm and subdued.

But just as an animal can show nothing and be dangerous, so too can Rohan’s demeanor hide something mean. He subconsciously avoids making a sound when he walks, and is always paying attention to where things are or what someone’s body language is conveying. Little things like these are always on Rohan’s mind, and though it might be exhausting to think about for someone else, he doesn’t actually realize he’s doing any of this. It’s just natural to him.

Around friends, it’s somewhat harder to notice this guarded behavior of his. But that’s mainly because being around people is something he makes sure to separate from his contentions to nature. Whenever he takes a walk into the forests, Rohan tries not to tell many people if he can get away with it. And when they do decide to follow him, he’ll stop and tell them to stay put. He does not ever tell anyone why, exactly, but it’s for their own safety, something he isn’t willing to explain to anyone currently.

Habits:

• Hoarding useful tools
• Staring at trees
• Watching the sun go down

Hobbies:

• Woodcarving
• Camping

Fears:

• Getting lost in the woods
• Getting trapped in a fire
• Succumbing to the curse

Likes:

• Coffee
• Early mornings
• Nature
• Hiking
• Quiet

Dislikes: At least 6

• Sudden noises
• Forest fires
• Natural disasters
• Supernatural creatures
• Deforestation
• Violence

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Powers:

• Namiki's Curse: Once upon a time, a curse was laid on Rohan by an evil, twisted monster of nature. He is now one with nature in a way most struggle to comprehend. Trees whisper his name, flowers subtly bend to be closer to him, and he sometimes finds moss stuck on his skin. This curse may one day leave nothing left of him, but Rohan has found ways to exploit this that qualify as sorcery.
  
  • Arboreal Artifacts: In the same way a mundane carpenter can turn planks of wood into a birdhouse, or carve a statue of an animal, Rohan can turn a supply of wood into magical objects, making him a kind of artificer who emphasizes natural materials. The methods by which he does this are sometimes hazy even to him, but what they do is often linked to what they are. He always keeps at least one or two of his creations with him, in case he needs to use them.
  • Renewal: Rohan's body has slowly begun to shift from flesh and bone to wood and bark. If one were to look closely, they'd see a distinct lack of warmth in his skin, and without a shirt, he looks like someone replaced his heart and lungs with a tree trunk. If he is badly injured, he can simply bask in the sun or the rain for a few hours to heal broken bones or something less life-threatening.
  • Eternal Prey: Rohan was inflicted with a sort of karmic punishment for what he did to Namiki. Whenever he walks into a place where nature reins, such as an abandoned town reclaimed by vines and moss or a deep forest, the things that live within will turn their gaze upon him and try to take him. It usually starts off small, with flowers whispering Rohan’s name or birds going quiet as he approaches. But in an hour, he’ll turn his back and trees will move and look like they were always in their new position. Animals that are otherwise skittish will stare at him like he’s their next meal, and worse things will show up before long.

General World Skills: Limit 6. These are your general, non-combat skills. Think things like painting, knowledge of chemistry, perception, fashion sense, deduction, baking, medical know how, and so forth...

• Outdoor navigation
• Survival
• First aid
• Tracking
• Hiding
• Magic item construction

Combat Skills: Limit 4 to begin with. I'd recommend 1 for freshmen, 2 for sophomores, 3 for juniors, and 4 for seniors, but use your best judgment - Keep things realistic! Keep in mind the age of your characters when filling this section. Most will probably still be learning how to use their powers in a fight.

• Ranged combat
• Knife fighting
• Sneak attacks

Coursework:

• Traditional - put down 4 class suggestions
  • 1 -
  • 2 -
  • 3-
  • 4 -
• Sorcery - put down 4 class suggestions
  • 1- Magic Artifact Handling
  • 2- Cryptozoology
  • 3- Magical Plants
  • 4-

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

• Supernaturally-induced seasonal insomnia
• Petrified wood growing out of his skin. Mainly around his heart.
• Rohan doesn't have bleed. He has a brown, viscous sap in his veins instead.

Possessions: Limited to 10 spots. This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions. For items kept in the dorm, put a *. Students are allowed pets.

• Backpack - Multitool, pocket knife, coffee thermos, copy of Curses and Hexes 101

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Family: List out their family members, immediate family is required, extended family is optional

• N/A

How did you discover your powers: Rohan trespassed into a place where no human being was meant to tread. Despite warning after warning, sign after sign, he went further and further. In a place where humanity is effectively alien, he met a monster older than the Earth known today, unhindered by modern gods, irreverent of the mystical might of mankind, and indifferent to the two-legged things walking the planet. Every last leaf of the forest, every blade of grass, the very trees he walked past all breathed in the air an expelled hate and mockery in Rohan's wake.

So he burnt it all to ash.

General History: Rohan was a different person once. He lived in the countryside of Japan where people were superstitious to a fault, and for good reason. Just over a hill and down a long road, their town led into a place they called the Forest of Ghosts. From a young age as a kid, they always told him to never cross the hill, and that if he really had to for some reason, to only ever do so at midday. Not morning, not evening. Only when the sun was highest over his head.

The elders of his village told him that if he ever walked into those woods, no one would look for him. They’d just assume he was dead.

One day, he started hearing whispers and odd noises past the hill, and so the young boy snuck out in the middle of the night. He went into the Forest of Ghosts. He set foot in a place where none should go, and the second he turned around, he was lost. The forest had him, and those odd whispers became a laughter.

A rabbit ran along the forest floor and stopped to stand on its back legs, and it stared at Rohan. Flowers bent themselves into crooked shapes to slow him down. Moss crept closer when he wasn’t looking, and every time he stopped to get his bearings, he could’ve sworn the trees were moving to follow him.

That was when he realized his mistake. And it was too late.

The longer he stayed, the worse it got. In an hour, there were eyes forming out of the bark in the trees, and corpses started to emerge out of the forest floor. Rohan walked for what felt like literal weeks, never finding the edge of that place, but always finding something else. The Forest of Ghosts seemed to be normal from the outside, but once you were in there, it was a whole other world. You could walk into a valley of beautiful flowers, and the second you touched one, they would grab you and drag you down beneath a mile of dirt. Even the animals that were otherwise prey watched Rohan with the intent to kill him, whispering and stalking him at every opportunity.

Proposed Arc:

• The Axe Forgets: When Rohan killed Namiki, the curse on the Forest of Ghosts was lifted, but now it twists his soul more and more with every passing year. One day, he'll be more a monster of wood and sap than human. There's no telling whether it'll speed up one day, or kill him tomorrow.
• Namiki's Last Laugh: The more sinister side of Rohan's curse is that he's a trespasser whenever he sets foot in the woods. The trees follow him, he gets stalked by even the most harmless animals. He's always been good at outrunning these things, even when he's walking in the woods to pass the time. But the dead horror that infected him only has to be lucky once.

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Character Quote: "I'll figure it out. I always do."
Theme Song: Lord Huron: Meet Me in the Woods
Anything Else: ~Read the rules to know what to put here ;) ~
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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Full Name: Celeste Mayfield
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 15
Birthday: August 9th, 2028
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 138lbs
Gender: Transgender Female
Sexuality: Lol, lmao
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Dyed white
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Build: Skinny as fuck
Origin: Mutant
Team: New Mutants
Base: Jean Grey School for Higher Learning
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Hobbies: Traveling, flying, seeing new places, doodling,

History
One year ago, there was a sudden and unusually strong storm that formed in the clouds above California. It threatened the cities and roads below with several hundred mile-per-hour winds that could have leveled a place as big as San Francisco, and yet the wind never touched the ground. It was like a tornado had formed right over the heads of thousands, and then, all at once, the sky split back open. Clouds were flung in every direction away from that location, buildings trembled, and the occasional window was shattered in the aftermath. The only remnant was an echo of a thunderous bang, not unlike a thunderclap, echoing off the skyscrapers and rocky shores of the state.

The most significant damage done by this phenomenon was the complete leveling of a singular house. There were two bodies recovered, a man and a woman who were parents to a kid that was never found. It isn’t hard to connect the dots between that odd incident and Celeste’s powers.

After that day, there had been the occasional police report of a teenager slipping between buildings and hurling herself into the sky. Allegedly a mutant, the reports are never terribly consistent, since Celeste was smart enough to hide her face from cameras. Every now and then, someone out in the Midwest, or on the east coast of America would hear about a noise complaint out in abandoned train yards, where the noise sounded like intense wind. Whenever someone would investigate, there was often fresh evidence of Celeste camping out in the boxcars and moving on before anyone could run into them.

Nobody was going to go looking for the common link in all of these cases, since they’re so sparse and removed from each other that by the time someone catches on that there’s a mutant hanging around, Celeste is long gone. She’s spent the last year or so just drifting from place to place since her family was killed. And the funny thing is, she’s happy like this. Sleeping in rusty trains, flying across entire states and seeing the country like she does was has been so much more fun than what she had back home. And what she had back home was nothing.

Celeste has been through most of the country, soaring around and minding her own business for all of that time. She has stories to tell about getting shot at when she flew over controlled airspace, and even about the time she almost accidentally slipped out of the planet’s atmosphere.

Personality

Fears (list 2-3 fears your character has):

Traits

• X-Gene
• Signature Attack (Aeromancy)

Tags

• Hounded
• Young
• Secret Identity

Basic Powers:

• Flight 1: Celeste uses the air to propel herself at the speed of a bird.
  • Prerequisites: None

• Flight 2: Celeste uses the air to propel herself at the speed of a jet.
  • Prerequisites: Flight 1

Elemental Control (Air):

• Special Effects triggered by a fantastic success -
  • Air: The target is knocked prone for one round (1 space of move to get up).

• Elemental Blast (Air): Celeste compresses air into a sphere.
  • Prerequisites: None
  • Action: Standard
  • Duration: Instant
  • Range: 10 Spaces
  • Effect: Celeste makes a ranged attack against an enemy in line of sight. If the attack is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a fantastic success, the enemy takes double damage instead and the elemental type's special effect.

• Elemental Burst (Air): Celeste compresses air into a shotgun blast.
  • Prerequisites: None
  • Action: Standard
  • Duration: Instant
  • Range: 10 Spaces
  • Effect: Celeste makes a ranged attack against an enemy in line of sight. If the attack is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a fantastic success, the enemy takes double damage instead and the elemental type's special effect.

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Name: Stormy Jasper Carson
Alias N/A
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 18
Birthday: Fuck dude idk. 18 years ago.
Birth Place: Oregon
Species: Human

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 195lbs
Build: Strong
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Minimum 1 paragraph telling us how the character prefers to dress

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Brave * Stubborn * Reliable * Distant * Wise * Brash

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Habits: At least 2
Hobbies: At least 1
Fears:

• Going home
• Being the reason someone dies
• Drunk people

Likes: At least 6

• History
• Books
• Boxing

Dislikes: At least 6

• Assholes
• Violence
• Alchohol

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Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Fistfights
• History Knowledge

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

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The Lore: Some people discover their knack for sorcery through their bloodline. Others discover it as part of some tragic story from which they walk away as a different person. A rare few even find some magic artifact or enter the world of magic willingly. Stormy discovered his capacity for magic when an empty glass bottle was hurled at him for the thousandth time. In a depressing house with two depressing people, Stormy's dad had a nasty drinking problem, and he'd often learned well enough how to dodge the swings. And then came the day he stood still and accidentally summoned a barrier between him and his old man. Stormy's dad quickly forgot about it like the drunken sack of shit he was, but that moment changed the course of the young teenager's life.

In a world where superheroes were busy saving whole planets, most people generally had to sort their problems out themselves. So Stormy did just that, thinking at first that he’d unlocked some kind of mutant ability. But over time, he did some digging and discovered that he was actually a wizard, like the ones who protected the world from things superheroes didn’t deal with. It wasn’t easy to cast spells at a young age, so much of Stormy’s magical power came in the form of small sparks or brittle screens of green light that he miraculously figured out how to manifest.

Like any kid with a fucked to home, he didn’t spent much time there. The usual day-to-day for him was going to school, keeping his newfound wizardry close to the chest, and then finding every excuse to stay out as late as he could. Very rarely did he ever have a real reason to resort to literal magic for anything. Though, that changed when something started luring around in his home.

Something had gone wrong elsewhere, and the aftermath let a monster loose in Oregon. This thing took root right in the middle of town, burrowing underneath a library and luring people to their doom. Being someone with magic at his disposal, however weak it was, Stormy decided to step up and do something about this.

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Character Quote: "Get behind me."
Song: All Good Things - Hold On
Anything Else:
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