baraquiel

Expedition to Isekai

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"Let go of me, you motherfu-"

Asahi's screams of defiance fell on deaf ears as he was still getting carried by Duncan. Thrash around as he would, the pink-haired lad couldn't get himself free from the basketball star's hold. Even when they're both Awakened and supposedly have improved human capabilities, it did seem that Duncan was more improved on the physical side than Asahi was.

"H-Hey! Take these before this monkey makes me lose them!" Asahi yelled at his classmates and flung the fishes he skewered with his pink threads at them. He didn't do that in a mean way but Duncan was moving too fast and Asahi panicked. He didn't want to accidentally pierce anyone with his powers still active, not for now at least.

"Oh shit! Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!" Asahi's eyes widened when Duncan climbed up the tower way too fast for his liking, the distance between them and the ground getting longer by the second.

"BRING ME DOWN YOU STUPID APE! WE'RE TOO HIGH UP YOU FUCKER!" He yelled angrily at the top of his lungs, now desperately clinging to Duncan while shutting his eyes in fear. He slowly opened one of his eyes to look at the view and he yelled more colorful words at his classmate. The higher they went, the air became colder and made him shiver through his wet body.

"DUNCAN I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE YOU DUMB APE! I SAID BRING ME DOW-" He shouted again right when they're at the top, and that's when Asahi felt it. This was the first time he got a perfect view of the mountain that's been a prominent figure in their eyes since their first arrival at the Otherworld. His heart skipped a beat and that's not just because Duncan threw him casually from the tower.

Asahi didn't yell, his eyes just fixated at the mountain at the distance. There's something weird about that place, something that pulls him over there and yet he knew whatever laid there in that mountain was far more dangerous than any monster they faced.

The mountain went upside down in his view as Asahi spun mid-air, his eyes still glued at the tall landmark. Should he even go? What if something bad would happen to his classmates during his absence? Could he even risk bringing them to the mountain with him? The mountain loomed over him more and more, making him feel despair over the choices Asahi had to make until he fell splat on the lake.

The cool waters and the impact of the fall snapped him back to reality. Asahi will, or even must find out whatever's in that mountain that gave off his powerful aura that's making him almost sick. It could be the key to helping them return to their world or it could kill all of them. If one would ask Asahi, anywhere's better than this god-forsaken place.

For now, Asahi remained underwater, thinking of ways to unalive Duncan.

Expedition to Isekai

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The water felt cool and refreshing. Asahi really felt at home when he's underwater, being in his main element. The motions of his arms and legs, the familiar hue of blue surrounding him, and the shifting of sunlight on the waters from above. They all helped remind him of home.

Schools of fishes swam by him while there were a few fishes here and there that swam in threes or solo. He could recognize some of the fishes he caught before and he deemed those as safe to eat, seeing that none of his Non-Awakened classmates complained of food poisoning yet.

Asahi extended his arms in front of him as his pink threads re-appeared, wading through the waters and piercing the heads of the fishes from under their mouth up to their head like hooks. He hoped what he was doing was giving them a quick and painless death as he caught them.

He impaled more fishes with his power, some threads having two fishes pierced on them. Majority of them were the ones his classmates were familiar with while he took some that were new to his eyes for variety.

He swam up to the surface a few feet away from their camp. He was about to swim back when he noticed a shadow blocking him from the sunlight. He looked up and saw someone falling and possibly screaming. Asahi's brain was too slow to process a sight like this. How the hell could a person like that drop from that high? Should he be moving? Why wasn't he moving? He should be moving. Wait, was that Duncan? Why is Rin- Oh.

"Tsk." Asahi imagined himself in a reality TV show looking at the camera with an irritated yet defeated look on his face as a huge wave came crashing down on him. He still had that same look on his face as he went spiraling under the lake. Of all the things in this world that could inconvenience Asahi, it was really his classmates that were experts at it.

When he emerged, Asahi blew a lot of water from his nostrils and spurted out also a lot of water in an arc from his mouth. It even formed a small rainbow as Duncan called out for him to go do that free-fall thingy like they were on a ride at a resort. "Pweh! Ya good-for-nothing, sons of-" But he was quite far from Duncan and the rest so his classmates could faintly hear him yelling like a grumpy old man. Simply put, Duncan could take that answer for his question as a 'no'.

Expedition to Isekai

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Asahi sighed and kept slowly massaging his temples. His headache wasn't as prominent as before but he found the massaging calming enough. He was inside one of the shelters his dear classmates made, using one of the pillows as a makeshift pillow.

With his heightened senses, he could hear practically everything. Shoes and feet crunching at the little stones, dried leaves, and twigs on the ground. Ripples on the lake's surface made by the fishes. Tree branches dancing in the wind. Calls of the animals and beasts in the forest. His classmates' breaths and heartbeats. When he found himself exhausted from overusing his powers, Asahi found these sounds as soothing white noises that help him sleep.

He looked to the side, at the place where Yuki was while he was in a coma. He looked so peaceful lying there, and Asahi almost wished he could feel as serene and calm as the expression on his classmate's face. Asahi also found it unfair that Yuki got a proper funeral and burial unlike the others, but there was nothing they could all do for them except to keep moving forward with the memory of them in their hearts.

Asahi grimaced, feeling weirded out at himself at thinking about something so cringy. He turned on his other side and closed his eyes, letting the inevitable feeling of sleep claim him. His dreams were just as confusing. Faces that his classmates he connected with before kept popping up like a movie at a faster playing speed. Most of the times their faces would even merge together like a scene in a horror movie. Asahi's fear and confusion will be shortlived thankfully as he'll forget about his dreams the moment he woke up.

The sun would be fully shining down on them by the time Asahi fully woke up. Each of his classmates, hopefully all of them and not just some, were doing their part and contributing to their survival. He and Duncan were already the medics and lifesavers of the group but Asahi felt it was a waste to not just do anything. He wasn't on vacation after all.

While the others went back to the forest to forage and hunt for food and other resources, he turned his attention back at the crystal clear lake. The fishes he caught the last time were delicious when cooked, and none of them were poisonous lucky enough, so he oughtta give it another try. Asahi took his top off and carefully folded it on a pile in the shelter. He couldn't remember where his fang dagger was anymore but he still did have his trusty wires he could use to catch fishes. He then went over and dove back into the lake.

Expedition to Isekai

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"Ugh, this is the worst..."

Asahi rested in the shelters, slowly eating the soup for breakfast while massaging a headache. He was honestly surprised the aftermath of him going all-out in Yuki's dying mind wasn't as worse as he initially thought. He was actually expecting to have blood run down his nose and all that icky stuff, but he was thankful he was lucky this time. It was the least he could do for Yuki after all.

He stared at the human-sized hole Duncan dug to bury their dead classmate, and remembered he was already starting to dig the hole before Asahi was going to connect with Yuki. All of them knew Yuki was close to dying and there's nothing they could do about it, it was just Asahi trying to be a hero and save the day. Asahi thought it was plausible despite the odds but it was clear the current state of their powers wasn't enough. He thought about apologizing to Yukiko for failing, but decided against it. Not that it would do anything good anyway.

He waited with the rest of his classmates as the others prepped Yuki for the burial and joined them as the rites were starting. Asahi developed a quick sharp pain in his head when seeing Yuki's face. He reeled and massaged his temple, then focused in on their dead classmate again.

'Wait, why am I there? Why am I standing here? Why are they burying me in the ground? I'm not dead, I still have so much to live for! He-

Another sharp pain and he had to bite his lip to stifle his groan. What the hell was happening to him? It's so bizzare to think that he was him and he was him. Wait, who even was him? What was him? Where... Why...

He slowly knelt on the ground. For the others, it might look like he was taking the death of their classmate pretty deeply. For him, he was struggling to define who he really was. Was he Yuki, the try-harding basketball loverboy, or Asahi, the human snake with pink hair? Oh! Oh, it must be the latter, right? Yeah, yeah, it's the human snake.

Asahi took some deep shaky breaths to calm himself, the pain in his head gradually subsiding as he anchored himself into his own identity. Whew, that was fucking scary. He knew something like this might happen but to actually experience it... Just thinking about it gave him the shivers.

After the burial was done, Masato announced he needed a volunteer to go find food for everyone. Asahi considered going with them since they're probably going to end up facing a monster or ten and they needed all the help they could get to survive. That's when Oros opened their crazy mouth.

"You guys have fun. I'm gonna go back and rest again. I'm sure most of you guys are gonna end up heavily wounded so I have to prepare." Asahi lazilly waved his hand at them like he was shooing them away as he got up and trudged back towards the shelters.

Expedition to Isekai

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The sun was just about to rise over the horizon while Asahi looked down at Yuki. He could hear his heart beating a lot slower, his breathing getting shallower. Asahi slept little last night which made him rethink if he should continue this, but as what he said to Yukiko last night, he's not a quitter.

"If you can sense me get lost, got in too deep, just yank me back to sever the connection." Asahi said to perhaps Yukiko, Sasuke, Duncan, or whoever else was with him, as he gingerly placed Yuki's head on his knees. He flexed his fingers and placed them at the sides of his comatosed classmate's temples, inhaled and exhaled deeply with eyes closed. Duncan could probably hear his heart beating wildly from anxiety, but it's too late to back down now.

"Here goes..." Pink threads attached to Yuki's head and the two were connected now.

This time, Asahi felt like he was in outer space. He could see nothing but darkness wherever he looked. He floated aimlessly into the void, almost feeling himself getting suffocated by all the emptiness. He was starting to feel irritated and hopeless. Asahi will not go back empty-handed. Just like what he did with Sasuke, he will break through his limits and achieve his goals no matter the cost. Besides, he was an Awakened. He could survive (mostly) anything now.

He focused all his energy, all the heat and power coming from his forge. He will use it all to win. He spread his arms and legs widely and freely, shouting into the void as tons upon tons of pink threads shot everywhere. They pierced through the darkness and he felt each individual threads kept on going and going through the void. They interlocked together, almost forming a massive pink spiderweb with Asahi in the middle.

He felt himself getting undone, something in Asahi's head felt wrong. Already he could feel immense hunger and exhaustion creeping in as he forced his forge to blaze on like last time. He kept willing his threads to shoot all over, unspooling himself just to get something, anything at all that could help him save Yuki. As he kept going however, his pink webs began unravelling on their own without an anchor, a solid piece of a conscious mind to hold on to. His grip on Yuki was starting to weaken just as his classmate was getting closer to death.

Asahi then felt it. A vibration. One of his threads hit something, like a prey that found itself on a spider's web. He followed that thread and trudged on, going in deeper and deeper than he ever could into someone's mind. The deeper he went, the more this painful pressure was squeezing onto his entire body, mostly his head. It felt like he was going to the bottom of the ocean and the pink line he's holding unto was his literal lifeline, the only saving grace that could pull him out of the depths. His screams of agony were unheard by anyone but he still kept going, not even knowing what he was getting himself into. His self identity was unwinding. He closed his eyes and kept going through the pain. Deeper, deeper...

Asahi then found himself in a core, a mere piece of the collective puzzle of a person that was near and dear to their heart. He was confused at first then he realized he was Yuki, or was he Asahi? Were they both, or were they always been one? Even Asahi was starting to think it was his memory too but it couldn't have been. He saw two immensely tall teenage boys, Yuki's basketball mates. Asahi didn't play the sport but perhaps he did at one point. Did he even help in the Christmas video? Did he also play with Duncan and Daisuke?

Asahi/Yuki knew he was living in borrowed time. He/They felt a level of despair and anxiousness, knowing this moment wouldn't last and everything will be gone in a snap. The sorrowful cold and the inescapable void of the black soil underneath the emptiness of the white snow. Even then, Yuki/Asahi was still unshaken and it made Asahi/Yuki realize how, in their years of being classmates, could he have missed or ignored how handsome he became?

As the last of the core melted away like snow, Yuki was flashing his charming smile as Asahi cried, finally letting go.

When he came back into the real world, the sun was starting to show most of itself in the sky and Duncan was probably already done digging the grave. He must've heard Yuki's heart stop while Asahi was trying to save him. Asahi felt tears streaming down his cheeks as his head ached, yet he gave Yukiko a small melancholic smile. One showing how very sorry he was that they lost another classmate and that he had failed miserably.

"S-Snow..." Asahi's voice faltered while speaking weakly. "Yuki wanted to go to Hokkaido, and see real snow."

Expedition to Isekai

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Asahi's words were ignored, downplayed even. No one took him seriously unlike before. Instead of listening to him, they all just shouted at one another treating him like he's not there. The only people who seemed to even care about what he said was Oros and Sasuke. Oros, who continued to talk to him with a relaxed smile on his face. Sasuke, who gave him a look that only the pink-haired boy understood. Some of his classmates with them also gave him a look, a look that made it seem like he was the bad guy.

Like he was the villain.

He willed his string to come back to him, his knuckles white as his fists tightened. He looked angrily at Sasuke, Oros, Ayana, and the others. "You're all a bunch of ingrates. When I try to save you fools, I feel every broken bone as if it were mine. I feel all the sadness, the depression, the rage, the confusion, the anxiety, and the fear that you've ever felt in your entire lives. I feel every fibre of muscle torn, every pinky toe bumped against the corners of tables, every heartbreak, every cramp, every sore. I feel. ALL. YOUR. PAIN." He said with a cold, rageful tone.

"I have your memories inside me. Your birthdays, your first periods, your first bicycle rides, your first crush. Faces of people in your lives that I don't even recognize. So don't you dare look at me like that, treat me like I'm the villain when I put so much of me just to save your ungrateful asses. Remember that the next time you have broken elbows and knees, shattered bones, burns, cuts, food poisoning. Remember who's the one who will feel all those things with you to make your miserable lives better." He further said with so much venom and malice in his voice before turning her back to them. He refused to show them any more weakness especially with his eyes getting shinier as his tears threatened to flow. He did look a little too long at Sasuke before leaving, so he might have noticed it too.

He started to walk back to where Yuki was, not caring about being in the first night's watch anymore. In a fit of rage, he waved his hand quickly at random and his strings materialized out of his fingers. He jumped in surprise when he heard a loud sound, and realized he just slashed at a tree trunk. The mark he left on it made it look like a beast did it and it reminded him of another side of his powers.

Asahi looked at his strings, or should he call them wires now? He didn't care anymore, willing the wires to return to his system before continuing his walk towards Yuki.

He heard it before he saw it, Duncan convincing Yukiko to 'let go' of their comatose classmate. He made his steps a bit louder to announce his presence and not surprise them before looking at Yukiko. "Give me until tomorrow to try and save him when I get a little more rest. When I still fail, you can do whatever you want with him. I don't want to give you any false hope but you know me, I don't stop until the bitter end. Still, the choice is yours Yukiko."

Asahi sat down with the two of them and looked solemnly at Yuki. "Know that whatever you decide, it will bring him peace."

Expedition to Isekai

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Asahi leered at Ayana, Oros, whoever the heck the person he's talking supposed to be, as well as the small little group that formed around them. This was not what the pink-haired lad had in mind but in retrospect, he wouldn't be surprised they reacted this way when they saw his threads. Well, this would probably be the first time everyone saw his powers in their actual form.

He used the side of his hand to cover his mouth when he yawned, getting himself tired already from hearing all their yapping. When they're done. he first turned to Hana. "Gurl, not every issue can be resolved with fighting. We're all tired from the day and we will never know if a monster's going to attack us. We should preserve our strength as much as we can, yeah?"

"As for you lot." He turned his attention to the rest. "My powers are simply not just healing. I just want to take a look at this cult leader wannabe's depraved little mind and help Ayana take her body back. It won't be a painful procedure but that depends on Oros' willingness to cooperate. However, after hearing everything they're saying, I don't think I don't want to be anywhere near their brain anymore. I don't want to get tainted by whatever this person has." He said.

"And you." Asahi looked straight at Oros and scuffed at their ridiculous taunting. "Your rear must be jealous from all the crap spewing out of your mouth. As ditzy as she was, she is our classmate and we don't leave one of us behind. If it's a mere fight you're looking for, go look for someone else. I will not waste my precious energy with you when I can use it to heal my classmates."

The pink threads retracted back to his fingertips and he massaged them in his palms. "Besides, I don't need my powers to wipe the floor with you. You're piloting a body that easily falls down on its face whenever it steps over the tiniest pebble. If you're all queasy about me using my powers and saving our classmate, then I hope you're happy sharing camp with this lunatic."

Asahi looked up to the night sky. "It's getting late. Tell the peeps who want to be in the first night duty to get ready. I think I also saw someone ran off? I'm not really sure but let's all do a headcount before we turn it in. Oh, and Kogen?" Asahi called out to Kogen as he pointed a finger and out came a pink thread that extended until it stopped just a few inches away from Kogen's head. "Please stop strangling our classmate or I will mess up your brain until it becomes mashed potato."

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

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Okay, so...There isn't anything inherently wrong with Rhylaen, but me and Kaya both agree that she feels pretty disconnected from, like, anything relating to the Marvel-verse, which makes it stand out like a sore thumb. Just feels off to have an entire race and world and universe separate from our current one with quite literally nothing connecting them beyond these apparent wraiths that sent her here. In essence, we'd prefer something with more ties to the Marvel-verse at large.

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Likin' the look of this one! Only two complaints, one much more minor than the other; firstly, I ask that they not be too proficient with the sling ring, because, well...I want an excuse to get y'all into cool Quinjets that will inevitably crash and burn! Can't do that if we have an instant portal service around lol

The second one is more major, though. The Sleep Magic, as it is written right now, is too strong. Effectively, it says that even with its lightest version, it can incapacitate most human combatants for around 5 minutes. Now, of course, this may interact differently with certain super-powered individuals, but for the most part it's just a button that can instantly end most combat scenarios, which is not a fun thing for me to have to write around. I'm open to hearing about other options or retooling this power! If these issues can be addressed, we'll be more than happy accepting Valerian.

...Oh, also, as a personal request from our dear Co-GM Kaya, please don't use that shade of white for his color. It's very hard to parse from the standard white of the text, so it doesn't do its main purpose of standing out from the non-verbal texts.

@Mintz

Oh the sling ring proficiency is totally doable! He's still a baby sorcerer at the moment and right now he's busy focusing how to open a portal first.

For the sleep magic, I was thinking maybe he can still make his target sleep but he'll also fall asleep too or his sleep magic would have to take a long time to conjure and fully activate so he'll be vulnerable to attacks. Still, this is just an additional thingy he has and I'm a-okay removing it from his powerset.

Also yeah, I'll go and pick out another shade of color. No biggie! XD

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Alrighty, hopefully second time's the charm. Hope you like this one better than the last ^u^

Valerian Strange

"I swear I am not a vampire."

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Real Name: Valerian Strange (he forgot his original name so this is the one he chose for himself)

Age: Give or take 618

Gender: Male

Alias/Nicknames: Val, Redeyes, Sleepy Vampire, (Respectfully) Gay Dracula, Coffin Boy

Color Choice: PapayaWhip (FFEFD5)

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Appearance: Standing at 5'8", Valerian used to dress in long tunics covered in dirt and mud from working in the fields for most of his life back at his original time period. Now that he's in the modern world, he was quite shocked and scandalized by how people these days show off their skin. After sleeping in a coffin for hundred of years, his complexion became as pale as... well, a vampire and his hair became a paler shade of blonde too. Though he is welcome to try the clothes of today, Valerian still tends to wear long-sleeved shirts, loose pants, and sometimes even long casual dresses too. He used to wear cloaks all the time due to the dramatic flair they bring even on a boring outfit, and it can get pretty cold during the winter in his village, but since it might be too weird to wear one out in the streets these days, he thinks scarves are the next best thing. He also wears a pendant with a jewel as red as his eyes given to him by Doctor Strange and a bracelet with a symbol on it.

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Personality: Valerian is a very curious person. He missed out on a lot of things so now he feels anxious to catch up so he wouldn't get left behind or as he always liked to pessimistically call himself, an old relic of time. It can be quite endearing for some and irritating for the others, but he never really did care much about what other people think of him. Life's too short to think about those trivial stuff after all. He is friendly and outgoing, ready to help his peers in anyway he can. He also loves to be around people all the time as he doesn't enjoy being alone. He loves the summer, the warmth of the sun, and he always finds a way to himself out with nature again.

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History: Morgan Le Fey was one of the most powerful magic wielders on the planet. Her power knew no bounds and she had become a powerful magica adversary against Doctor Strange and the Avengers. Even when she was imprisoned in Castle Le Fay by Merlin, she was still finding ways to break free from her wretched prison and rule over the world. Amongst her many powers and abilities, Morgan could send her astral projection through time, scouring both the past and the future to find a way to regain freedom. She did not care at all about the 'collateral damage'. To her, they're all just means to an ends.

In her unending quest for freedom and power, she stumbled upon a small rural village somewhere in Europe in the 15th century, the place now being somewhere in modern day Ireland. She would've paid it no mind if she didn't sense something there. Amongst the poor yet seemingly happy and content mortals was a blonde lad with the reddest eyes she had seen, a rare genetic trait. She could also feel something within him. It seemed that the lad came from a lineage of witches and his powers were lying dormant within his soul. Sensing untapped potential within the boy, Morgan set out a plan to use him to her advantage. She used her immense magic to brainwash the entire village and commit a ritual, using the lad as a vessel for Morgan to use to walk amongst the mortal realm again. The brainwashed villagers moved and acted like zombies, blindingly following the sorceress' orders. They bound him to a sacrificial altar as Morgan began using Dark Magic to begin the spell. The lad experienced intense pain from the forbidden magic but as the Sorceress already made it clear, he was merely collateral damage.

Just when the ritual was about to reach its completion and she thought nothing will come in Le Fay's way, the Ancient One at that time period and their allies came to save the village people and stop her diabolical plans. Perhaps they sense a great concentration of Black Magic due to the ritual but whatever the reason may be, they arrived just in time to thwart the Sorceress' plans. A great battle of magic ensued and, using all means necessary, Morgan sacrificed the lives of the villagers and managed to escape into another time period. The only survivor was the boy who was now in deep excruciating pain due to the unfinished dark ritual. No amount of mystic arts could break the horrible curse that befall the boy. Much to the Ancient One's chagrin, he and his allies used wood from a magical tree to create a coffin. They imbued it with spells and made the boy fall into deep sleep, freezing his body clock to preserve his life. As long as he's still within the coffin, the boy will continue to live in perpetual twilight. The Ancient One hoped that the great sorceress of the future held the key to save the boy's life.

Many centuries later and The Snap occurred, instantly wiping out half of the population of living beings in the entire universe. One of those was the boy in the coffin. When he reappeared many years later, the coffin he was in was moved to a different place throughout those years, so he manifested back to the physical world out of it. When he came to, he was at the living room of Doctor Stephen Strange, the current Sorcerer Supreme of the 21st century. Miraculously and in a strange twist of fate, it was the Snap that ended his curse and allowed him to live normally in the modern era, but not without some side effects.

Still, after enrolling him as a student at Kamar-Taj to teach him control of his newfound powers, Dr. Strange thought it was better to enroll him at the Avengers Academy, New York afterwards. He thought the lad deserved to experience life as a teenage boy after it was taken forcefully from him from Morgan Le Fay. Maybe he can even pick a new name for himself since he forgot what his was. He is given a new lease on life, and he should live it to the fullest with other people his age. Well, sort of his age.

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Powerset:

• Rune Magic - By drawing out ancient archaic symbols, Valerian can harness the power these powerful runes wield and use it for a variety of ways. He can draw on any surface and even trace the shapes in the air as long as he's holding the object he's using to draw or he's using any parts of his body to draw it. By having a physical connection to the ground, Valerian can draw power from the Earth itself to conjure these runes instead of using his own magical reserves. The bigger the symbol, the more powerful it is. He can also use different symbols and combine them to create interesting combinations.
• Sleep Magic - This is Valerian's unique magical ability that he doesn't need runes to conjure. He can magically make his target go to sleep. The more targets he'll put to sleep, the more of his magical reserves he'll need to spend. He has no control as to how long they sleep although when using the magic lightly, the targets usually wake up after five minutes.
• Astral Projection - He may not know it, but Valerian can manifest into the astral plane too. Doctor Strange just thought it was best not to inform him of his secret ability so he won't be located by Morgan Le Fay.
• Arcane Knowledge - He has learned a lot under the teachings of Kamar-Taj.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Sling Ring: A mystical item that allows the user to open a portal to any location or even a different dimension.
• Wooden Staff/Bracelet: A wooden staff made from the material used to create the coffin where Valerian slept for hundreds of years. Many different basic runic symbols are carved into it, allowing him to tap into their magic without the need to draw them. He mostly uses it to draw more complex symbols and for flight. When not in use, Valerian can use a symbol on it to make it transform back into his bracelet.
• Red Pendant: A pendant with a jewel as red as their eyes, Doctor Strange gave it to Valerian not just as an accessory but as a means to keep him safe from Morgan. By wearing it, he's magically hidden from the eyes of the Evil Sorceress and it disables his ability to astral project. He cannot dream while wearing it either. It also greatly reduces the development of the Black Magic left within him from the dark ritual.
• Rune Stones and Rune Papers: He has a collection of papers and stones with basic runic symbols already drawn and carved into them respectively.

Weaknesses:

• Baby Sorcerer: Aside from his time in Kamar-Taj, Valerian still lacks the proper training in using his particular magic. He sometimes forgets to connect to the Earth physically and make himself deplete his magic reserves rather quickly. He just knows the basic spells for know.
• Nature of the Runes: Valerian would have to be quick on his feet in order to harness many different kinds of rune spells in quick succession if he wants to. He needs to properly draw them to make the runes work as intended and he always needs to take the time to draw them properly too which might be hard depending on the situation. He can use pre-drawn symbols on pieces of paper or rocks but the objects automatically disappear after one use. Different runes can be combined to create a new complex one but when he doesn't use the right combination, it ends up comically exploding on his face.
• Physically Not There: What he makes up for magical stamina he lacks in the physical one. He is so physically weak just a few steps of stairs and he's already catching his breath.
• Alone in the Dark: Valerian does not want to be alone and he definitely does not like being in dark places. He'll be reduced to a panic-stricken mess.
• Sleepy Boi: Valerian will sometimes end up randomly sleeping anywhere and everywhere due to his body clock still in shambles from sleeping for centuries. He's doing his best to treat it.
• Remnants of Black Magic - Valerian still has some remnants of Morgan Le Fay's Dark Magic within him that he doesn't know about either. Whether it is a bitter reminder of the past or a dark foreshadowing of the future, only time will tell.

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Issue #0/Testing Post:
A golden portal opened in Ireland, and out emerged Valerian wearing the sleepwear provided for the students of Kamar-Taj. He was going to leave for the next day to New York City to attend this other school called Avengers Academy. He still had a bit of difficulty reading and understanding modern English, especially the American type, but thanks to a very expressive crash course by his sorcerer classmates, he basically got the gist of what happened from the time he was in perpetual twilight. His simpleton, farmboy mind still couldn't comprehend the meaning of the term 'universe' nor could he even fully understand what 'sheesh' and 'rizz' meant neither. Still, Valerian was excited to learn more about the world in this new school he'll be attending.

He stood in a vast open field surrounded by wide, majestic mountains. The winds were cool and refreshing, still left unsoiled by the vile hands of modern humanity. He thought that he should visit the place where he was born and raised. He didn't know why he did it either, but it's just something he thought he needed to do.

However, what he saw before him was greatly disheartening. What remained of their houses were just large sticks of wood poking out of the ground. Normally when lost in time, structures built by humans will be overrun by plants and reclaimed by nature yet everything was like bathed in black paint. No plants grew where the black color touched on the ground as if Mother Nature herself won't even dare lay her hands on his hometown which saddened Valerian. It was probably the effects of the black magic Morgan Le Fay used to put his people under her spell.

He clutched his red pendant, slipped his sandals off and picked up a stick. He drew a rune on the ground and plants grew upwards, stretching up to the sky. He willed them towards the blackened area and they gradually turned to dust the closer they got to it. "Curse you, evil sorceress!" He angrily yelled and stopped the plants from growing further. He exhaled and laid down on the green grassy part of the field, looking up at the thick puffy clouds in the sky. He could remember sensations, the grass tickling his feet, the wind rushing on his face, joyful laughter, and sunlight hugging him in a warm embrace, but it's the faces that were blurry. He forgot what his parents looked like and they spoke in muffled tones.

Valerian sat back up quickly, beads of cold sweat dripping down his neck. Alone, it's now registering to him that he's alone. He can't be alone with his thoughts or else they'll suffocate him of the past he couldn't remember. He needed to go back to Kamar-Taj. He hurriedly put his sandals back on and opened a portal with shaky hands, yet he took the time to look back at what was once his village. "Someday... I will be strong... For you..." He solemnly said before going back to Kamar-Taj and closing the portal behind him.

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The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

@Mintz Hi hi! Thanks for taking the time to review my cs. To be honest, I didn't know what version of Marvel to take inspo from so I decided to base it off so I decided on the MCU variant where she's a villain because it's the most famous one, but it's clear I chose wrong. I'll be happy to edit this character to fit the theme of the RP.