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Extinction

Name: Ginny Samton
Villain Name: Extinction
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Ambitious, playful, and cruel. Years of a deadly imagination fueled by the medium with which to execute it in the real world has allowed for Ginny to become a well-experienced doom-monger who knows exactly how to pull things off, and the best way to leave a lasting impression on the innocent populace. She is calculating in the sense that her methods are especially adept at instilling fear and chaos, but nevertheless unnecessary in many cases; she'll add many additional steps to a plan that serve nothing more than to scare or amaze. Despite seeming sensible one-on-one, her mind is flooded with sadistic and evil intents; a psychopath in a sense. Lacking in empathy and impulse control, Ginny will use any means necessary whenever she likes to get what she wants, even if her only desire is simply destruction for entertainment's sake. this is rarely the case, but she is not beyond such mindless actions.
Brief Backstory: Long-time supervillains Armageddon and Rapture hadn't ever truly considered a familial life was possible for them, given their nefarious and hectic lifestyle, but as the dice were rolled it just so happened the man and woman would fall in love. Eventually Rapture had a child, Ginny, who had forced the criminal duo to cease their activities right after a particularly notable and destructive heist. Though they had "settled down", their enemies did not, and through all the damage the villains caused their crimes would not go unpunished. Armageddon and Rapture's hideaway home was invaded after their identities were ultimately revealed, and Ginny was discovered while her parents disappeared.

Detecting the capacity for superhuman ability in her at an early age, the American government tried their very best to suppress her own knowledge of her superhumanness, only to fail with time. She was monitored closely for much of her young life, kept complacent and happy by an unseen government hand for fear of her becoming a criminal like her parents. In the end though, her spoiled life only served to ensure she would become the villain they tried to prevent. The change was, of course, partly fueled by the appearance of her supposed godfather; a criminal by the name of Bladefist. Before her parents had disappeared, they had designated him -their most trusted ally- to be her godfather in the case that something terrible befell them.

Revealing her origins, she was driven to escape the clutches of her ever-watchful handlers and retreat into the wild for several years, only to return to the actively-growing city of Greenfield as a wild and unpredictable villainess.


Abilities: "Hypercell Shapeshifting"
As a most basic descriptor of her powers, Extinction's powers constitute an enhanced form of shapeshifting that allows for unlimited characteristics to be attained beyond the mimicry of known Earthly organisms. Unlike in a shapeshifter that assumes the form of a tiger, Extinction assumes the form of an almost alien organism with similar attributes; four legs, teeth and claws, a tail, possibly fur. More often than not her shapes appear more reptilian or insectoid than mammalian, bearing hard and smooth skin devoid of hair. Beyond simply taking a new shape, however, she can adopt specialized abilities (so long as they are biologically feasible) with as much range as her imagination can take her.

Which brings us to the true capability of her powers; that of rapid cellular self-manipulation that can rearrange her own molecular structuring without the expenditure of energy. The proteins making up her cells, her DNA, her organs, physiology, and even her neurological pathways. when it comes to her own body, nothing is incapable of being edited heavily. In addition, her cells display the supernatural ability to contain a sort of hammerspace that can store molecules for later use; as she consumes material, food or otherwise, the material can be stored in her body without growing in size.

By virtue of her cells abilities, Extinction does not require sustenance (nor oxygen) to continue functioning, and is effectively immortal through active manipulation of genetic telomeres.

Her only caveat is that the shapeshifting takes an inordinate amount of time compared to simpler shifting superhumans. The larger she intends to grow and the more complicated the form, the longer it takes to become and revert from the shift. In addition, and while only temporary, she must consume materials if she is to take a form requiring them (or a size requiring enough), and if they are lost either by secretion or breakage, she must find the materials again.
Skills: Beyond a rather adept ability to generate complex biological processes in her mind, Ginny possesses no other skills, physical or otherwise, that cannot be simply adopted by biological manipulation anyways.
Equipment: Considering her clothing is highly unlikely to ever survive her shapeshifting ordeals, Ginny has resorted to wearing organic armor pieces that can be absorbed and created at will.

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Cain likes to be watched.

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Boring. Sophie could deduce that much from Frostbite's personality. Well that made one person in the mansion, she assumed. While she wouldn't exactly call the others she'd seen thus far "entertaining", they at least added an inconsistent spice to her world that shied away from dullness and silence. As much as she already hated so many of them, she appreciated the novelty she'd undoubtedly be faced with. Only thing that she needed then was something to punch relentlessly.

A mission would come soon enough, she was certain. For the time being however, she had to suffer with a distant sociableness, finding time-passing sustenance where she could. Thus far it hadn't gone well. Sophie noted not to hang around Frostbite both for his apparent lack of temperature control and his utter lack of humor. Couldn't take a joke, probably couldn't make one either. As both Frostbite and Skyler left the scene, she waited a few moments before eyeing the simulation room questioningly. It was tempting, and as she walked down the stairs and passed by the now-open door to the simulation chamber she recalled the nature of her powers; a simulation could do nothing to boost her strength, and so if she were simulated to be hurt, it'd merely elicit memories of how stupid training ultimately was for her. You didn't need to train when you actually wanted to be harmed, after all. Sophie scoffed and continued on.

A game room, that would suffice. In all her years of vagrancy, the one thing she consistently find herself faced with was a game of pool. If this fancy mansion didn't have a pool table, she'd be utterly astounded. What were they? Brutes? Finding her way by virtue of sheer instinct through the pointless immensity of the mansion, she eventually came across a game room complete with the destined pool table. Didn't hurt to practice this, Sophie thought to herself. A good hustle or two with her teammates might land some cash or a few favors, and she was a bit rusty.

Where the heck is Kim-Jong Un?

Clearly he's on vacation in space using their phenomenal space program.

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paigessweetheart said [gif of Maegan Fox]

Really? Was that necessary? It really seems like you're just flaunting the fact that you used Maegan Fox as your character appearance.

Log Horizon x Etrian Odyssey-esque Experimental RP

ERode said
I assume that, by demon, you mean youkai?I'll say that...what does her demon sword do, other than cut things physically?And so far, we have a Conjurer/Knight and a Ronin. Guess that's pretty much the frontline, other than a lack of a tank.

More like, just nefarious Japanese-esque entities. Not necessarily yokai alone.

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"Whelp!" Sophie slapped the leather seats she rested upon and launcher herself back up from a heavily reclined position, "if that's it I'll be on my way." She had honestly expected more out of Sam's mouth than a welcome to the house of heroes. She could deduce herself this was where they'd stay; she wanted genuinely important information, not some invitation to become friends or family. Given how heavily the doors to each member's rooms were, she obviously didn't expect them to get along that much.

Swiping her bag from the floor, Sophie paid little mind to the rest of the company and headed straight for "her" room. One in particular had her name already printed on it's front. How quaint. At least it wasn't a personally fabricated art and crafts label made hastily the day before for each of them. As soon as she reached for the door handle, an electronic voice stopped her.

"First time user, please scan finger print." Sophie dropped her bag beside herself and pried a glove from her hand. Pressing her thumb to the glass surface, she waited for a red laser light to dart across the underside. "Sophie Kirkville, authenticated. Please provide a verbal password." She paused for a moment, coming up with something. If it was voice recognition and required one's fingerprint, she couldn't imagine using some super secret password would much more to the security. She could have fun with this one.

"Salad Tossing Table Turners," she said firmly, a big grin on her face. It was dumb, but it was funny to her nonetheless.

"Affirmed. Welcome Sophie Kirkville," the digital voice greeted. Sophie heard something unlock within the door frame and she reached for the handle, pulling it down and throwing the door open into a lavish room. Not lavish for long. With her foot, she hooked the strap of her bag and yanked it forward, launching the container into her room with a messy flop. Sophie entered and looked about, noting the clean bed sheets, the personal bathroom, a desk, chair, set of windows, and a television screen.

"Well I've seen enough." Despite having just entered the place she'd sleep in for a good duration of her life, she had already become disinterested. Sophie was never one to linger in her home much in the first place, so what her room turned out to be was of little importance; so long there was a bed made of something other than rocks, it sufficed. With one last passing glance, she looked again before exiting and shutting the door behind herself. With a look across both ends of the hallway, she noted where everyone else's rooms were. Pocketing her hands inside her jacket, she trudged down the hall and for some arbitrarily-sought corner of the mansion. Might as well scope the place out, she thought.

There were a number of loose trinkets and decorations practically caking the mansion in lavishness, and Sophie of course could not walk along without staring and considering the profit behind them all. This was "their" house, it seemed, so as far as she was concerned everything in it was shared... to a degree. Of course even if she didn't consider it hers, the objects were fair game all the same. Without a means of transportation she could use readily, though, she would forgo snatching up whatever her arms could carry to the pawn shop.

A grim realization returned to her head during the peruse across the mansion; Beauty was on her so called "Team One". Not to mention the leader-almighty herself, and that out of place digital dog. What terrible luck. Sophie shrugged her shoulders in agitation and thrust her arms lower for a moment, stretching the fabric of her jacket. She tried to diverge her mind from it, but given the utter lack of entertainment in this prinny mansion, it was difficult to busy herself otherwise. A loud moan escaped her throat as she kicked her shoes across the tile wood floors once and continued on.

Eventually her mindless meandering led her to the "training room". She expected punching bags and rubber mats, but instead found a sealed chamber door and an observatory to the side already occupied by someone else; Frostbite. Trudging up the stairs to get a better view of what this high-tech chamber was, she stepped beside Frostbite but remained silent, her attention turned on Sniper's ordeal. Holograms were cool, but it'd never help her given the nature of her powers. At best she'd just learn how to run around a bit better. To get anything serious done, she'd need someone to actually hurt her first.

With an unseen gesture of her hands -still embedded in her jacket pouches- she spoke to Frostbite with an utterly straight face.

"Would you mind turning the thermostat up? Getting cold in here."

Log Horizon x Etrian Odyssey-esque Experimental RP

CS

Name:Esouru Zaten - ざてん えそうる

Age: 26

Race: Human

Description:
Within the country of Hondo there exists a clan of particularly zealous individuals, ones whose lives have become so fiercely dedicated to their sense of nationalism, they resorted to the most infernal of resources; anything to cement their power to fight for their country. And so this Onnoji clan dedicated their lives to the use of demonic forces, regardless of the repercussions. For a great length of time, they employed the creatures of hell in its many forms to aid them on the battlefield and amidst the darkness. The periods of war in the world ensured that their modem of life and culture would not be outdated. As long as blood needed to be spilled, they would retain this grim balance in their lives to succeed in battle.

Of course, such a worldwide phenomenon could not sustain itself forever. The wars ended, and much to the Onnoji clan's chagrin, their great country too put down its arms in favor of peace. Their clan was left without a goal in life, but as their ways were too ingrained and powerful (due in no small part to the presence of power-lusting demons), even in peace they did not falter.

Esouru is a member of this clan, born into a family meant for war, but idle in that respect. Growing up with a sword called Taisamaru containing the soul of a demon, she was destined to suffer from the recoil of messing with the infernal forces of Hell. And for that, Esouru slowly lost her sight until it fully vanished by the age of fourteen. Such debilitating disabledness of course would not avert the commands of an immense family and clan. No matter her misfortune, Esouru would still take up the mantle of an Onnoji warrior. Blindness was a trivial matter.

When it came to combat, indeed it was; but life was obviously of more than just battle, even for an Onnoji clan member like herself. Where her fighting prowess did not falter (indeed, it grew), her ability to enjoy life's other pleasures was lost. She could find her way through a location simply by sound and an empowered spiritual sixth sense, but could not pick up the color of an object nor bask in any scenery before her. She could not identify faces, could not appreciate art (forget produce it), could not look upon architecture. Her world became a bleak sense of "obstacle" and "empty" feelings.

For this, Esouru is no stranger to losing oneself to the mystical forces of another entity. As she grew to an adult, and succumbing to the heavy-handed ways of her family, she married for wealth and bore a single child before her husband fell to the very power their clan sought to control. Just like herself, Esouru's child too was conscripted into the training procedures of her clan, and she soon saw little of the son she so recently had.

Drained of feeling in her life, Esouru sought to find some other thing to keep her going. To fuel her sense of duty and ensure her life hadn't become dried out so soon. She volunteered, on the behalf of her clansmen, to enter the Labyrinth for her country. Should it be her end... so be it -the other option... she did not count on happening.

I can elaborate on the clan if need be, but I felt this sufficed to get my character's story across.

Log Horizon x Etrian Odyssey-esque Experimental RP

Disciple Cain said
Basically the exact same shit that we did but more regimented.

HAVE YOU NOTHING BETTER TO DO?

Log Horizon x Etrian Odyssey-esque Experimental RP

So let me get this straight:

Our groups work in Google documents, where we will write character actions without any internal thoughts or intentions mentioned, and at specific times according to our posting order, we will take sections of this collab and input it as an IC post, then continue to collab?