Bartimaeus

Recollections: Primal Sinister

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you leave me no choice

Goes to make the Furry Killer artifact.

@Shin Ghost Note

I have no doubts that you were going to make one of those from the very start :#

Recollections: Primal Sinister

but you're going to make a furry!

@Shin Ghost Note

Yeah, but only out of spite..

Recollections: Primal Sinister

Maybe retirement isn't for me..

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.025: Chaos is bliss

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_{Interaction(s): Calliope - @PatientBean, Haven @Skai, Anybody else.}

Previously: Hungry for a good time

It was a sure invite to chaos when Blackjack got together - and chaos almost always RSVP'd. Today seemed to be no different. The lot of the team was scattered about their own little section of the beach which they had all chosen to collectively infest. Having greeted the couple of members that returned her comradery, Pallyx sipped from the cider, that she had graciously accepted from Rory moments ago, as she watched the scene unfold. The sweet, fruity taste was indeed just was she was looking for - much preferred to the taste of beer, at least for her. It seemed like Rory'd brought a drink for just about everybody. He was a stand-up guy, that was for sure.

Lorcán, unfortunately, was.. the opposite. Pallyx watched the little scene between the three of Lorcán, Rory, and Aurora unfold with a twinge of awkwardness as things went a tad south - culminating in Lorcán tripping over the cooler and crashing into the sand. She drew in a breath of air through her teeth as she tried to avert her eyes but couldn't quite peel them away from the scene.

She took a partial step forward before stopping as she saw Calliope make her own move, helping Lorcán up before giving him what she could only assume was a pep-talk of some sort that she couldn't hear. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that Lorcán was interested in asking Aurora to the dance, and Rory was a bit of a blockhead. It seemed, however, that Calliope would perfectly orchestrate a remedy to the confusion - as well as a remedy to the toppled cooler. Pallyx watched as the blonde personally chilled the drinks back into order.

She took a sip from her cider once more before lowering it and growing a relieved smile. She committed herself to raising an elbow and lightly prodding the person closest to her - that person being Haven - as she spoke out to nobody in particular. "Woohoo! Ice Queen here to save the day!" She said cheerily. The exclamation was followed by a couple of choked, dry coughs as the girl turned her head away considerately, before looking back to the group with the same smile she had before. "What would we do without 'er, huh?"

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.013: Hungry for a good time

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_{Interaction(s): Yes!}

Previously: --

The crying of gulls above and the dull roar of the ocean made for a tranquil atmosphere that few could deny. It was marred solely by the sounds of busy chattering, the semi-drowned racket of which was comforting, somehow, in its own right. Maybe it was the fact that this was a beach for P.R.C.U personnel - meaning every voice heard was a potential friend, at least to Pallyx. She opened her eyes, the beaming light of the sun meeting them only after being filtered through a pair of dark shades. A light, content smile formed on her lips as she bathed in the warm rays while faintly rocking atop a large, tiger-themed ring-float. Said float found its resting spot only a couple feet from the shore, a mere few inches between it and the shallow bed of sand that sat beneath.

It was a tad rare to see Pallyx chilling by her lonesome - but even she had to pipe down every once in a while. At least for a little bit. She moved a hand lazily to a pouch on the float, plucking out a small tube of sunscreen and re-applying it to her arms as her eyes regarded the immediate beach after her mini-nap. Her brow raised as she witnessed Harper chastising a few students with a megaphone. The sight tickled her, drawing her lips into a smile even further.

"Let 'em know, Harper!" She called out encouragingly, cocking her head up with a toothy grin. She paddled her feet on the surface of the water as she watched the other beachgoers scurry to pick up their trash abashedly. Pallyx was one to quite enjoy the beach - it made for tons of fun times. Keeping it clean helped keep it fun and pretty, so she was glad that Harper felt the need to ensure that it was.

The light-haired girl adjusted her hat - a tan, broad-rimmed had that she always wore when taking a trek to the beach - nestling it to the top of her head comfortably. Her eyes flicked over to Calliope as The Ice Queen herself arrived on-scene. Pallyx couldn't hear her greeting entirely from the seclusion of her float, but she could at least admire her fit. She had to say, her friends - or, well, at least those immediately related to her friend circle - were a beach-ready bunch, to be sure. Calliope even brought a cute hat along, which Pallyx couldn't help but nod in approval towards. She was a big hat fan, as many knew.

Personally, Pallyx's outfit was pretty simple. A black, two-piece bikini accompanied by a gauzy, white button-up blouse left un-buttoned. Her shoes, which she opted to leave behind at her beach towel, were lightweight tevas in black.

She felt the sudden urge to stretch and let out a relieved groan as she did so, squishing the tiger-float's head in the process. She glanced over at the others again as she considered leaving the comfort of her float. "Mmm, a drink sounds pretty good right now, honestly." She decided. She took a second to soak in her last bits of sunbathing before she dismounted the float, finding the soft sand beneath her feet as she took up the float in an arm and began widening the distance between her and the ocean.

As luck would have it, Banjo himself would wind up approaching the flock just before Pallyx. She pipped up her step, tossing a hand up lazily to greet the bunch. "Boom!" She exclaimed, entering comfortable earshot just as Banjo took a spot and laid down. "Just in time! Y'all enjoying the weather? I'm lovin' it, perfect for a lil catnap, ain't it?" She dropped her float onto a bright red towel next to her backpack and sandals before strolling over to one of the coolers, water still dripping down her legs smoothly as she stooped. "We gotta have somethin' fruity in here still, yeah?"

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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Pallyx

P A L L Y X
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Pallyx is a roguish, if kind-hearted, girl that was dealt a bad hand. While she spent the majority of her life growing up as a regular girl, the late revelation of her powers flipped her life upside down. Receiving little parental attention from her mother and father growing up, due to their busy political professions, she was one to always make her own engagements with others to make up for that. This lead her to grow up social and develop a lax personality that viewed most things as not-too-serious. However, when it was discovered that the mystery illness that she grew up with was no less than a symptom of her hyperhuman nature, she couldn't just brush off what followed. Some could say she was fortunate, having her powers only discovered at the age of no less than 18 - but the betrayal of her parents felt all the more dreadful. Sure, it took them over a year to decide to kick Pallyx to the curb, but during that time she endured too much emotional abuse to be left the same. After that point, Pallyx just managed to make ends meet through various.. less-than-legal business practices. She tried her best to continue her post-secondary schooling, and was barely able to keep it afloat. But it wasn't easy. She endured many transfers through different institutions, either due to various anti-hyperhuman policies, and maybe even a couple imagined transgressions that Pallyx's newfound paranoid psyche synthesized on its own.. but, eventually, she met with the opportunity to attend P.R.C.U. And she didn't let the opportunity go to waste. After a bit of time, her psyche shifted back towards a more stable position and she grew to really trust the institution over her first year of attendance. In fact, her education under the university took a very fortunate turn as it captured her aptitude for what subjects she really excelled at, like physics and literature, and managed to help her shore-up her weaker areas, like mathematics. As such, Pallyx is keen to brave her second and final year of education at P.R.C.U. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C ________________________________________________________________________________________ Pallyx is most often distinguished from a crowd by her unusual paleness. Her stark ivory hair is styled in a rough, unkempt bobcut that frames a face most-often suffering from an unusual pallor. Despite this pallid appearance, she seems to otherwise be perfectly healthy. Her facial features are softly angular and lend her an expressive visage. In contrast to her otherwise bright attributes, her eyes are a dark steely-blue color, and her expressive brows are similarly dark. Across the rest of her body, there is nothing special to note. She stands at a regular 5'6" in height, with a slim physique. She does possess some musculature on an otherwise soft figure, most of which is focused in the thighs and biceps. When it comes to wardrobe, Pallyx isn't a picky customer. She will wear a vast array of different clothing for different purposes. Whether it's supposed to be cute, utilitarian, cool, or whatever else, she'll wear whatever she feels like on any particular day, if she's not in school uniform. She also doesn't subscribe to any particular color palette, welcoming vibrant clothes, dark clothes, and whatever in between. She is very fond of hats, though. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Nonchalant, Adventurous, Sarcastic, Paranoid Pallyx is a tad divided in nature. On one hand, she grew up fun-loving, airy, and banter-y. She's never been one to recoil from a conversation offered, and has never had much trouble with making others or herself laugh, or with making friends. Overall as a person, she's lighthearted and receptive. But part of her is not so laid-back. While she's never been stranger to tossing some concerns to the wind, events of recent years - with the discovery of her hyperhuman powers especially - have triggered something in her brain. She's developed a more paranoid side that just wont let some things go. She's reaped a few small quirks, like trying to avoid classical "bad luck" gestures or opening packages she receives in the mail with a welding mask on, and cant help but obsess over certain ideas - but she does all she can to hide her paranoia behind her usual cool-headed behavior.

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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || Hyper-hunger __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Somatic __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD Pallyx's hyperhuman ability is a mutation which alters her body in several ways - principal among them being her capacity to absorb HZEs from others. She accomplishes this absorption through touching a target - though its effects aren't entirely immediate. While her initial touch is enough to make using one's powers more of an effort, the longer she stays in contact with a target the more HZEs she drains from them - eventually rendering them unable to use their hyperhuman abilities until their HZEs regenerate. Absorbing the HZEs of others serves two purposes, though; the first is obviously that they will have their powers disrupted, and the second being that Pallyx uses said HZEs to invigorate her own physicality and healing factor. Initially, said healing factor is functionally nonexistent - but grows in potency as she absorbs more HZEs. Sapping an opponent or two for a prolonged enough time can even render her healing factor potent enough to heal otherwise fatal wounds. The enhancement of her physicality is best described as a simple buff to her physical attributes - eventually lending her strength much more explosive than what her appearance might let on, and letting her move faster, too, as a result. Aside from the combat-effective mutations of her body, she also has some other small mutations. Behaviorally, Pallyx seems to be endlessly hungry, and only grows more ravenous with the use of her power. When at her resting state - that being having absorbed no extra HZEs from anybody else, which is most of the time - she develops a worrying paleness of the face and a sickly cough; features which seem to be impervious to conventional or supernatural medicines. Her other physical mutations include obviously pronounced canines, a significantly elongated tongue, as well as excessive production of saliva. When she sleeps she drools. It's kinda icky. L I M I T A T I O N S || Touch, Range Touch is key when it comes to Pallyx's hyperhuman ability - although her absorbative power can manage to surpass regular clothing with ease, gearing oneself up in anything thicker than leather will render it hard for her to effectively absorb from you. Distance is also, obviously, her enemy. W E A K N E S S E S || Delayed power, Frenzy-prone Pallyx's hyperhuman ability, unlike many others, isn't at its most effective right off the bat. She has to maintain prolonged touch in order to absorb enough HZEs to disable someone's powers and bolster her own - and until she can do that, she's basically a normal girl. Additionally, Pallyx seems to take on some worrying behavioral changes when she absorbs a significant quantity of HZEs - a clear flaw in her mutation. The more she absorbs, the more brash, aggressive, and irritable she becomes. She can even manage to forget friend from foe. But in the end, the hunger that she endures renders it difficult for her to stop herself once she's started. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Trying to decipher Pallyx's goal in life is like asking a dog what toy it wants to play with - it doesn't know, it just wants to have fun. She just plays whatever hand is dealt to her in life at any particular moment - spending little time on deciding what she wants to do in the future. If forced to confront what she might really want, well.. it might be as simple as some form of stability. She's never had a real family, or friends that got past the elbow. Maybe at some point, that'll change. But until then, she'll keep entertaining others as long as she gets some sort of fun out of it.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Illegal Shit || Pallyx is no stranger to morally gray circumstances. She's performed her fair share of thefts, scams, and even shoved a police officer into a pond once. Anyways, she's pretty good at lying, can hotwire cars, and knows how to get closed things open, in one way or another. ◼ Sleight-of-hand || Pallyx is pretty good with her hands. Discreetly hiding or swapping objects with others, sneaking things away, or even seeming to make things vanish are all pretty easy things for her. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Light-footed || Pallyx is naturally pretty stealthy. She can move quick, and she can do it quietly, too. She often uses this to scare her friends by sneaking up on them. BOO! ◼ Sharp || Pallyx is much sharper than her airy demeanor might let on. She has a perceptive eye and is a pretty quick thinker, all things said. It isn't often that she loses her cool, either. ◼ Party Tricks || Over the years, Pallyx has picked up a vast wealth of useless party tricks. Her favorites are drinking flaming booze, and various tricks she can do with her unnaturally long tongue. Some friend circles have even viewed her like a magician, in some lights. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Uniform || Pallyx, obviously, conforms to the usual attire regulations for school hours. While she was initially not a huge fan of wearing a uniform, since she's one to thoroughly enjoy accessorizing, she has grown to kinda like it. It helps that she thinks she pulls the fit off pretty damn well - the militant style looks good on her. She'll also never complain about getting the opportunity to wear a beret, since she's prideful in her ability to shape one to her liking perfectly. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Random garbage || Pallyx is a bit of a harpy when it comes to squirreling things away on her person. She seems to have an endless stash of useless artifacts on her person at all times - ranging from stuff like yoyos and cards to Chinese finger traps and trick coins. T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Multitool || Alongside all her useless crap, she carries a multitool that seemingly houses every instrument under the sun. It's got screwdrivers, corkscrews, various edges, a glass cutter, a laser pointer, and all manner of other things tucked away inside. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ N/A - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

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_{E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?}

"Aha, you want me to give advice? You must be desperat-" A short series of tight coughs interrupts. "-kmn. Well.. if I were to offer some advice, I might have to sound like a broken record. Enjoy it. Time spent here is time spent among friends. I reckon life won't always be as easy as it is here, 'less you're really lucky. So just have fun. Oh- I guess you can learn some stuff, too. If you're into that."

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"My aspirations, huh. Honestly, I don't know what I was lookin' for. I think I was just.. I don't know, tryin' to retain some sense of normalcy. It was a tough time. Thinkin' back on it, I don't know why I was stickin' to my education the way I was - I wasn't even tryin' that hard. I just needed.. somethin' to hold onto." After a pause, Pallyx clears her throat shortly. "Heh. That got a little reflective, huh..? Anyway...."

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"Heh. Not to get all sappy n' stuff, but I don't think I'd change much'a anything. This place's been good for me. I reckon it's been good for a lotta people. Maybe it's not perfect, but it's damn near close enough to where I wouldn't wanna mess with it myself."

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Ruuka Hyana

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NAME:

Ruuka Hyana

AGE:

22

SEX:

Male. Female in Esper form.

APPEARANCE (HUMAN):

Much to his chagrin, Ruuka is often mistaken as a girl. And most - excluding Ruuka himself - would forgive one for thinking so at first, as his visage is rather girlish. Although his somewhat-unkempt hair is indeed short, it is also bright and soft-looking, and has a pastel-orange color. It frames a fair-skinned, heart-shaped face adorned with thin, expressive eyebrows and similarly-expressive, deep green eyes. Apart from his bright orange hair, Ruuka doesn't really have anything particular to note about him, physically. Admittedly, he is rather petite - standing at 5'4" and possessing a lithe frame with little visible muscle to speak of, he is pretty soft-seeming. Him being mistaken as a girl isn't helped by the fact that he often dresses in androgynous clothing or styles that are slightly baggy. He mostly values comfort and cuteness in his wardrobe.

APPEARANCE (ESPER):

When it comes to how he looks in his esper form, well.. things change quite a bit. When he is transformed, Ruuka takes the form of a woman. In this shape, he is glaringly much more imposing than before. His short hair is instead now far longer - reaching down to his butt in multiple thick, unkempt layers - and is multiple shades darker. His face is now even more feminine, with his brows being a tad thicker and more aggressively expressive, like his eyes - which are now a touch paler. His skin is also a few shades darker. When it comes to physique, he stands out quite a lot. In his esper form he now stands at an intimidating 6'4", with visibly impressive musculature in his arms, thighs, etc. He is also, naturally, much curvier, with more womanly proportions replacing his previously-girlish hips and thighs, as well as his chest. Finally, he is bizarrely bestowed with a couple animalistic features in this form. Atop his head rests a pair of rounded, soft-furred cat ears. His forearms and hands are replaced with large feline paws. He also now possesses a long, reactive tail, as well as sharp fangs.

Esper form

GRIMIORE:

Ruuka's Grimoire is very mundane in appearance - a simple ring. The ring is black and made of some unidentified gemstone, and is only distinguishable from other rings by the three simple vertical lines across what one can only assume is its face.

INSTRUMENT: Meowitzer

Ruuka's Instrument, hilariously dubbed "Meowitzer", takes the form of a rifle. The Meowitzer is a long, heavy-looking revolving-rifle with a dark-red shell. However, despite possessing the visage of a gun, Ruuka doesn't use it as traditionally as one might think. Instead of shooting bullets, the Meowitzer is used as a show-piece for shooting melodies out of, and as a melee weapon.

GRADE: Silver
KEYWORD: Quarterstaff
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: C
SPEED: B
SENTINEL: E
SPECIAL: Battery - Targets struck by Meowitzer count as airborne for the next Push note.

STYLE: Felid Form

Felid Form represents the drastic changes Ruuka undertakes in his esper form. Alongside his physical feline features, he also develops the senses of a cat, too. Aside from his bodily alterations, Ruuka's Esper-form clothing consists of random shirtless t-shirts and jeans. It usually comes with a spiked collar as well.

GRADE: Silver
PHYSICAL: D
ARCANE: D
CHAOS: C
SPECIAL: Catastrophe - When the straits are most dire, Ruuka's senses heighten to more closely resemble a cat's. If he is below 20% mana or suffering from a wound that would be fatal if left untreated, his vision, hearing, and sense of smell spike, making him more able to register details and react to danger.

GENRE: Arcane Crackshot

Ruuka's casting prowess centers around his ability to visually dissect opportunities to employ impressive trickshots and feats of sharpshooting with projectile melodies.

GRADE: Gold
ELEMENT: Gravity
NOTES: [Weightless (4), Suspend (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Blink (4), Scatter (2), Mark (0), Trap (0), Enhance (2), Quicken (0), Bounce (2), Piercing (2), Recoil (2)
SPECIAL: Trickshooter - When Ruuka's melody with the [Bounce] note bounces, its effects are enhanced by one rank, instead of lowered, up to rank A.

LEITMOTIF: Feline's Fortune

Cats are often deemed rather lucky creatures. Useful trait, right?

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: Ruuka has never managed to trip over his own tail :)

PR: Handcuffs (10), Fuzzy Cuffs (20), EMP Grenade (40), Self-defense Weapon: Baton (20), Medical Supplies (10)

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: Ruuka's Fuzzy Cuffs are tiger-striped.

BACKUP: N/A

GRADE: --
SPECIAL: --

FACTION:

Freelancer

TRIVIA:

Personality

When it comes to personality, Ruuka could be described as a tad hot-headed. He's forward, often boisterous, cocky, and quite competitive. Funnily enough, he is also easily flustered - which doesn't bode too well for him considering he has a silly chuuni-ish idea that he's more capable than he really is. But what he lacks in his human form, his esper form is where he really gets to revel in his self-confidence - as he has something to actually be confident in. It doesn't help that his esper form makes him a tad more aggressive.

This isn't all to say that Ruuka is incapable of thinking critically, however. While he most definitely makes some rash decisions sometimes, he isn't dumb. He knows if he's a little too far out of his league, but sees most chances as one worth taking - maybe it's an ego thing. Nevertheless, he can strategize - even in his human form he has a sharp eye for details. Notably, Ruuka is not very well-versed in reading people, and as such is kinda gullible, and sometimes awkward. He can't read social situations very well.

Background

Ruuka's story is a simple one - not all that special. He's an only child who was homeschooled by his birthparents, and led a pretty normal life up until a couple years ago. Born in the states to a mother and father who were Irish and Japanese, respectively, Ruuka was never fortunate enough to have siblings, cousins, or really any other family aside from his parents. This, alongside the fact that he was homeschooled, left almost all of his social interaction to be had on the internet, over videogames and other similar mediums. Fortunately, his lack of a social life was the heaviest of his life's troubles. His parents were wealthy, one a doctor and one a scientist of some kind, which left Ruuka rather spoiled - at least for material things.

Said wealth, however, was not entirely a boon - depending on how you looked at it. This wealth would eventually, if indirectly, lead to Ruuka's introduction into the supernatural world. At some point around two-and-a-half years ago, Ruuka and his parents moved homes. They made a new nest in an old, though well-kept, mansion. Said mansion was huge - simply far too much for the three of them alone to explore. Yet one particular, secluded part of said mansion called out to Ruuka. An attic-ish area with a bay window and old, canvas-padded seats was where Ruuka found himself drawn. It was there that he'd find an item that would change his life -- his grimoire. A small, black ring sitting alone, right beneath the window. After that day, he found himself thrust into the world of the supernatural.

It was something he hid from his parents - but he was, fortunately, lucky enough to quickly learn to keep himself alive without outside help. He never received proper mentorship from anyone in particular, but is almost entirely self-taught in his prowess and knowledge of the supernatural - picking up information, details, and whatever else he might need over the years by his lonesome. He has established himself a couple contacts - as he does solid work as a Freelancer - but is ultimately a stranger to most. Luckily, he is quite wealthy due to the gross fortune of his family as a whole - which is pretty damn useful.

Ruuka is trying hard to find the perfect title for when he grows popular in the supernatural world; currently his 'best' ones are "Cat's-Eye Crackshot" and "Felid Fusilier"...

Ruuka is, perhaps surprisingly, an erudite enjoyer of physics. He's well-read in the field of physics and its branches, and often finds it handy to understand physics when he's trying to bank sick trickshots off of people's mailboxes.

While he absolutely adores the rain, he loathes getting wet while in his Esper form. His fur gets all soppy and heavy.

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Footnote

22 | Male | Freelancer | Feline's Fortune
Meowitzer | Quarterstaff | Physical | Battery
Felid Form | Catastrophe
Arcane Crackshot | Gravity | Trickshooter
[Weightless (4), Suspend (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Blink (4), Scatter (2), Mark (0), Trap (0), Enhance (2), Quicken (0), Bounce (2), Piercing (2), Recoil (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 1000

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@BrokenPromise Thank thank ^^ will run some stuff by you then, thank y'all for reading it over.

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Ruuka Hyana

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NAME:

Ruuka Hyana

AGE:

22

SEX:

Male. Female in Esper form.

APPEARANCE (HUMAN):

Much to his chagrin, Ruuka is often mistaken as a girl. And most - excluding Ruuka himself - would forgive one for thinking so at first, as his visage is rather girlish. Although his somewhat-unkempt hair is indeed short, it is also bright and soft-looking, and has a pastel-orange color. It frames a fair-skinned, heart-shaped face adorned with thin, expressive eyebrows and similarly-expressive, deep green eyes. Apart from his bright orange hair, Ruuka doesn't really have anything particular to note about him, physically. Admittedly, he is rather petite - standing at 5'4" and possessing a lithe frame with little visible muscle to speak of, he is pretty soft-seeming. Him being mistaken as a girl isn't helped by the fact that he often dresses in androgynous clothing or styles that are slightly baggy. He mostly values comfort and cuteness in his wardrobe.

APPEARANCE (ESPER):

When it comes to how he looks in his esper form, well.. things change quite a bit. When he is transformed, Ruuka takes the form of a woman. In this shape, he is glaringly much more imposing than before. His short hair is instead now far longer - reaching down to his butt in multiple thick, unkempt layers - and is multiple shades darker. His face is now even more feminine, with his brows being a tad thicker and more aggressively expressive, like his eyes - which are now a touch paler. His skin is also a few shades darker. When it comes to physique, he stands out quite a lot. In his esper form he now stands at an intimidating 6'4", with visibly impressive musculature in his arms, thighs, etc. He is also, naturally, much curvier, with more womanly proportions replacing his previously-girlish hips and thighs, as well as his chest. Finally, he is bizarrely bestowed with a couple animalistic features in this form. Atop his head rests a pair of rounded, soft-furred cat ears. His forearms and hands are replaced with large feline paws. He also now possesses a long, reactive tail, as well as sharp fangs.

Esper form

GRIMIORE:

Ruuka's Grimoire is very mundane in appearance - a simple ring. The ring is black and made of some unidentified gemstone, and is only distinguishable from other rings by the three simple vertical lines across what one can only assume is its face.

INSTRUMENT: Meowitzer

Ruuka's Instrument, hilariously dubbed "Meowitzer", takes the form of a rifle. The Meowitzer is a long, heavy-looking revolving-rifle with a dark-red shell. However, despite possessing the visage of a gun, Ruuka doesn't use it as traditionally as one might think. Instead of shooting bullets, the Meowitzer is used as a show-piece for shooting melodies out of, and as a melee weapon.

GRADE: Silver
KEYWORD: Quarterstaff
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: C
SPEED: B
SENTINEL: E
SPECIAL: Battered - Targets struck by Meowitzer count as airborne for the next Push note.

STYLE: Felid Form

Felid Form represents the drastic changes Ruuka undertakes in his esper form. Alongside his physical feline features, he also develops the senses of a cat, too. Aside from his bodily alterations, Ruuka's Esper-form clothing consists of random shirtless t-shirts and jeans. It usually comes with a spiked collar as well.

GRADE: Silver
PHYSICAL: D
ARCANE: D
CHAOS: C
SPECIAL: Feline Senses - Ruuka's senses of smell, hearing, and sight are enhanced to more closely resemble a cat's than a human's - allowing him to detect details and react to dangers markedly faster than his peers.

GENRE: Arcane Crackshot

Ruuka's casting prowess centers around his ability to visually dissect opportunities to employ impressive trickshots and feats of sharpshooting with projectile melodies.

GRADE: Gold
ELEMENT: Gravity
NOTES: [Weightless (4), Suspend (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Blink (4), Scatter (2), Mark (0), Trap (0), Enhance (2), Quicken (0), Bounce (2), Piercing (2), Recoil (2)
SPECIAL: Trickshooter - When Ruuka's melody with the [Bounce] note bounces, its effects are enhanced by one rank, instead of lowered, up to rank A.

LEITMOTIF: Feline's Fortune

Cats are often deemed rather lucky creatures. Useful trait, right?

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: Ruuka has never managed to trip over his own tail :)

PR: Handcuffs (10), Fuzzy Cuffs (20), EMP Grenade (40), Self-defense Weapon: Baton (20), Medical Supplies (10)

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: Ruuka's Fuzzy Cuffs are tiger-striped.

BACKUP: N/A

GRADE: --
SPECIAL: --

FACTION:

Freelancer

TRIVIA:

Personality

When it comes to personality, Ruuka could be described as a tad hot-headed. He's forward, often boisterous, cocky, and quite competitive. Funnily enough, he is also easily flustered - which doesn't bode too well for him considering he has a silly chuuni-ish idea that he's more capable than he really is. But what he lacks in his human form, his esper form is where he really gets to revel in his self-confidence - as he has something to actually be confident in. It doesn't help that his esper form makes him a tad more aggressive.

This isn't all to say that Ruuka is incapable of thinking critically, however. While he most definitely makes some rash decisions sometimes, he isn't dumb. He knows if he's a little too far out of his league, but sees most chances as one worth taking - maybe it's an ego thing. Nevertheless, he can strategize - even in his human form he has a sharp eye for details. Notably, Ruuka is not very well-versed in reading people, and as such is kinda gullible, and sometimes awkward. He can't read social situations very well.

Background

Ruuka's story is a simple one - not all that special. He's an only child who was homeschooled by his birthparents, and led a pretty normal life up until a couple years ago. Born in the states to a mother and father who were Irish and Japanese, respectively, Ruuka was never fortunate enough to have siblings, cousins, or really any other family aside from his parents. This, alongside the fact that he was homeschooled, left almost all of his social interaction to be had on the internet, over videogames and other similar mediums. Fortunately, his lack of a social life was the heaviest of his life's troubles. His parents were wealthy, one a doctor and one a scientist of some kind, which left Ruuka rather spoiled - at least for material things.

Said wealth, however, was not entirely a boon - depending on how you looked at it. This wealth would eventually, if indirectly, lead to Ruuka's introduction into the supernatural world. At some point around two-and-a-half years ago, Ruuka and his parents moved homes. They made a new nest in an old, though well-kept, mansion. Said mansion was huge - simply far too much for the three of them alone to explore. Yet one particular, secluded part of said mansion called out to Ruuka. An attic-ish area with a bay window and old, canvas-padded seats was where Ruuka found himself drawn. It was there that he'd find an item that would change his life -- his grimoire. A small, black ring sitting alone, right beneath the window. After that day, he found himself thrust into the world of the supernatural.

It was something he hid from his parents - but he was, fortunately, lucky enough to quickly learn to keep himself alive without outside help. He never received proper mentorship from anyone in particular, but is almost entirely self-taught in his prowess and knowledge of the supernatural - picking up information, details, and whatever else he might need over the years by his lonesome. He has established himself a couple contacts - as he does solid work as a Freelancer - but is ultimately a stranger to most. Luckily, he is quite wealthy due to the gross fortune of his family as a whole - which is pretty damn useful.

Ruuka is trying hard to find the perfect title for when he grows popular in the supernatural world; currently his 'best' ones are "Cat's-Eye Crackshot" and "Felid Fusilier"...

Ruuka is, perhaps surprisingly, an erudite enjoyer of physics. He's well-read in the field of physics and its branches, and often finds it handy to understand physics when he's trying to bank sick trickshots off of people's mailboxes.

While he absolutely adores the rain, he loathes getting wet while in his Esper form. His fur gets all soppy and heavy.

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Here is my sheet for review! Lemme know what needs fixins and ill be fixins it :3
I'm not entirely sure if my gold genre is an appropriate power level since there isn't a ton of examples for gold genres, but I've stored ideas on how it can be altered if it needs to be.