[OOC] Hikari Academy

[Lonewolf685]

I'll finish my CS tomorrow.

[Silver Carrot]

@TheWindel

I might have to post it Thursday, as I'll be busy tomorrow.

[Gummy1295]

Lemme know if you're still running low on characters. I'm down for submitting another character application if you need one or two more. ^^

[Cerces22]

I did add a smidge of background on the shifter race for flavor

[TheWendil]

The IC is up.

[Kalas]

Looking forward to starting this, but I won't have my post up until later today.

[Flood]

I do believe I'll be throwing my hat in.

Trey Black

Trey Black

Age: 16
Species: Half Human/ Half Elemental
Abilities:
- Darkness Manipulation: Trey can also manipulate the darkness, making it solid to lash out at people or shaping it around him to hide from others. He uses it pretty often due to the fact that it doesn't have the explosive consequences that messing up with Light Manipulation does.
Skills: Trey is a naturally quiet person for the most part, making him very good at sneaking around wherever he pleases. In contrast to this he's quite the talented musician, being naturally gifted with an amazing voice for singing. He also plays a little guitar, but he's still learning.
Inventory:
- Balmung: Ancient sword of legend belonging to one of Trey's ancestors, at full power it can release a mighty wave of light that can annihilate a full army in one swing. At Trey's current level of skill he can't do that, only able to destroy a wall at best when he releases its power. And that tires him out immensely.
- Stars of Yomi: A set of enchanted throwing stars, they will always return to their owner after thrown.
• Sample Post:

Trey's Farewell

Trey sighed as he threw another throwing star at the ceiling of his new dorm, lying down in his brand new bed as his dad searched over all the furniture just one last time. His father was a large man, but one look at him told you everything you needed to know about him. From his white hair which seemed to shine with a holy light to his impressive size, about 6'2, which just screamed that this was a strong warrior. But through it all was a gentleness, you looked at this man and knew he wasn't just a warrior, he was a hero. His dad had just put down the last of Trey's books on his bookshelf and was looking over at Trey with the same nervous expression he has had on all day. He'll probably be asking the question in 3, 2, 1...

"Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything at home Trey? Your mom can always pop over and grab it for you really quickly." Trey rolled his eyes as his dad asked if he needed anything from his room for the third time today. He rolled out of bed and got to his feet, giving him a hug to try and comfort the nervous man.

"Dad. I'm fine, seriously. If I ever need anything, I'll call you or mom ok?" Speaking of the woman, she strolled into the room followed by a floating platform of darkness carrying a box of clothing. She was a imposing figure, with a visible darkness clinging to her at all times. She had jet black hair that rolled past her waist, but if one looked closely they could tell it wasn't quite hair at all. It was closer to strands of shadow that imitated hair.

"Lay off the boy Sigmund, he's not a 6 year old. He knows how to take care of himself, right Trey?" He would never admit it, but Trey liked his mom best. She knew how to give him his space and didn't baby him like his dad did. "All joking aside Trey, make sure to call if you ever need anything. I'll be over before you can even hang up!" She laughed boisterously as she clapped Trey on the back, a small "Ooph" escaping his lips as he disengaged from his hug.

"Sure thing mom." He replied as he hugged her as well, breaking it off after a few seconds of silence. His mom took his dad by the hand and waved as the darkness began to surround both of them, pulling them into the ground and leaving no trace they were ever there aside from his mom's lingering perfume. Trey sighed and picked up the book his dad had set down. A tome on energy conservation and casting spells efficiently. One of his mom's old tomes most likely, his dad wasn't the mage type.

He put the book back down and walked over to his guitar, tuning it to pass the time while he waited for his roommate, whoever that may be.

Other: Optional. Anything else not mentioned above that you may wish to add goes here.

[KoL]

@floodtalon

You character is alright by me. Wait for @TheWindel's opinion.

[TheWendil]

@floodtalon

He can have Light or Darkness; he can't have both. Given his weapon right now, I would suggest sticking to Light.

[KoL]

@floodtalon

Well, if you need to ditch something, also choosing one of the two weapons would be a good idea to consider.

I mean, now that I took the time to think about it again, a Viking Ninja isn't exactly the most pleasant idea to imagine. It feels eh... dissonant for no good reason, I guess?

[chukklehed]

I like the returning throwing stars, if that's helpful. More interesting to me than "sword of light waves"

[KoL]

By the way, I'll have one or two NPCs for this later.

[BaneCollective]

Mmm, I'll be making my CS for this later on in the day. What's of utmost importance right now? A teacher or a student?

[TheWendil]

@BaneCollective

Students.

[The 42nd Gecko]

Mitsu Yakimura

^{Mitsu Yakimura}

• Appearance: Rarely if ever seen, but if you manage it, she would look something like this. If she was about to kill you for tresspassing. Usually she’s not, and looks a lot more embarrassed at being seen.

Hider

• Name: Mitsu Yakimura
• Title: Ninja Janitor
• Age: 24
• Species: Ninja! Er, human.
• Abilities: Her skills border on the eerily supernatural sometimes, but are not.
• Skills: Exceptional at the arts of cleaning and maintenance, being able to clean and fix pretty much anything that is not superhero advanced tech. Skilled with many forms of art and recycling, especially the two put together. Is fairly much completely inaudible, being a superlative master of mundane stealth. Her physical talents in general are near the top of human performance attainable by training, and her agility and flexibility are especially good. Somehow tends to be anywhere on the campus grounds she is needed, as long as it is simply improbable rather than impossible.
• Inventory: Mitsu is the undisputed master of the school's crawlspaces and drop ceilings, and has enormous amounts of stuff in there that she's halfway through fixing or recycling or turning into art. Her luck with having exactly what she needs for some macguyvering at hand if she's in her domain is exceptional. She does keep a small supply of ninja weapons on herself, mostly for tradition's sake, but she doesn't hesitate to use them if necessary.
• Sample Post:

Hider

Mitsu hummed to herself softly, ever so softly that even with one's ear held within an hand's breath it would be hard to make out the tune. It was one of her greatest guilty pleasures. Here she was, latest of a venerable line of revered ancestors, the invisible silent custodians of Hikari Rodan Academy. Masters of the path of the void emulating the state of nihil to become as causeless effect. And. She. Was. Humming. Making noise, how irreverently scandalous! She smirked and stretched out a bit, noiselessly tapping her toes against the ceiling of the crawlspace she had squeezed herself into with all the ease and comfort like it was a mansion.

Her hands, all the while, continued their work. Broken backpack straps, collected over the last school year, were woven together into a moebius loop. Inside, sealed with needle and thread, they carried within them a treasure of scented potpurri. They were a little thing, but a tradition of Mitsu to create and hand to any new students who looked down or uncertain on their first day of school. She'd do anything she could to brighten their day! Except well, actually talk to them. By "hand" she meant lower via pulley through drop ceiling. Humming she might dare to attempt inside her home ground, the insulated crawlspaces, but she couldn't imagine her ancestors forgiving her actually letting herself be seen and heard by someone!

Finishing the last one, Mitsu cast them around her neck as she shimmied and squirmed her way through the tight space, and up through a wall with a speed that was more akin to someone walking across clear ground. Here, prowling in the drop ceiling, carefully keeping her weight on things that could support it without the slightest sound, she was in her element, looking for someone to gift her art and well-wishes to.

• Other: Is a ninja janitor.

[The 42nd Gecko]

@floodtalon
I mean, now that I took the time to think about it again, a Viking Ninja isn't exactly the most pleasant idea to imagine. It feels eh... dissonant for no good reason, I guess?

@KoL

I was once min-maxing in a pen and paper RPG and realized at the end I had made a Japanese Aztec Pirate Detective.

[chukklehed]

I was doing the exact opposite of minmaxing once and wound up with a halforc-halfwoodelf bard/artificer who did all his magic through slam poetry.

[TheWendil]

@The 42nd Gecko

So she has no abilities?

[The 42nd Gecko]

@TheWindel She's extremely skilled, but has no explicitly supernatural powers.

[TheWendil]

@The 42nd Gecko

I see. In that case, she should be fine by me. Await KoL's opinion.