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@AmpharosBoy I'm glad I managed to convey his personality well. People aren't perfect, of course, and I fully expect his personal issues to eventually clash with the other PCs in some way.

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Alright, Phil's character sheet is completed. For your viewing pleasure, ladies and gentlemen...

Ten Thousand Fists of Justice!

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Phil Jaegger

Gender: Male

Height/Weight: 2.01 m (~6'7"), 79 kg (~164 lbs)

Personality: Phil, generally speaking, is quite a cool guy. He is encouraging to others, in particular seeing to it that everyone works together to bolster one another's strengths and shore up their weaknesses, does everything in his power to make others feel better when they're down, and push people to perform acts of great bravery and valour that they may not otherwise have been able to do. Additionally, he tends to present himself as quite relaxed, giving off the sort of vibe that makes people approachable without being disconnected from how others feel. Humanity, after all, is strongest when it is unified; isolation, therefore, is anathema to human nature itself. So he believes, anyway.
This may be because, secretly, he is rather dependent on attention himself. He does genuinely believe people should work together to achieve their goals, but so far as he's involved with them, he also feels that those people should be rallying around him specifically. If he cannot lead the charge, he will do everything in his power to change affairs so that he can; if somebody is feeling down, he has to be the one to make them feel better; if somebody needs training, even himself, he will try to be the one to train them when he can; and when an enemy approaches, he believes it ought to be him who defeats them at the last, him who receives the credit for success.
Whilst these two qualities of altruism and narcissistic self-hyping seem quite opposed, it is not so common for them to clash, for the differences are relatively subtle until a crisis point suddenly pits the two values against one another. Of course, most situations can be salvaged and turned in his favour, even if the means to do so may appear contrary to his self-image... but should the two points become irreconcilable, Phil is liable to pick himself over others, if he doesn't simply have a breakdown about it.

Backstory: Philip's early life is not exactly too noteworthy. In so far as they matter, his parents were emotionally neglectful, albeit not particularly abusive in any way - which is to say, they cared about his well-being more than they cared about him as a person. In response, and perhaps because his brain would always have been wired that way, Phil began seeking attention from his fellows on the playground, quickly discovering that he made a lot more friends being nice than being mean. This didn't always work out well, of course, but he came to the conclusion early on that whilst any attention was better than no attention, positive attention generally meant more people wanted to associate with him, and therefore he would gather yet more followers.
To that end, he wound up forcing himself to be as multi-capable as possible, but whilst he was certainly not a slouch when it came to his mind, he ultimately decided on a career based in his physique. After all, it was athletes and singers who people rallied around most, right? And despite himself, he never could master the art of singing. Sports it was, then; and after some time, he came to the conclusion that the most attention he could get for being a sportsperson without it being divided amongst other people in a team was in skateboarding, a skill which he promptly mastered at the tender age of nineteen, quickly growing in fame and acquiring tour and tournament deals around the world, not to mention his numerous other physical talents.
This, somewhat ironically, is how he eventually came across his Stand. On the way to his most recent tour in Italy, his crew discovered that a traffic accident would delay their trip by several hours; unwilling to keep everybody waiting, they took a diversion that unwittingly had them pass through a Devil's Palm, and ultimately led to the van turning over and crashing rather violently. Phil, inexplicably, survived with minimal injury, but could only drag out one corpse and two or three living people before the van exploded outright, knocking him on to his back. The crick he felt before it rapidly faded, unbeknownst to him, was the spine from the corpse of a Saint fusing with somebody who appeared worthy of carrying it, as it had fully been his intention to personally pull everybody from the wreckage that he could - it was the right thing to do, and it would have made him the hero of the moment, so to him, it was the only logical course of action.
In the end, he and the surviving victims were picked up by a group calling themselves the Speedwagon Foundation, and both were promptly informed of the nature of both Stands and the area they had just passed into - and the fact that it had apparently ceased to be a Devil's Palm after their entrance. Thus, he and the others were compelled to stay accessible until the Foundation could ascertain the cause of this phenomenon, as well as the deeper limitations of their respective Stands. As a compromise, and with both the greatest control over his own power and the fewest injuries, Phil agreed to remain in nearby Florence until further notice with another Stand user keeping an eye on him, deciding to treat the situation like somewhat of a vacation, given that he couldn't very well go on tour with his crew mostly deceased as they were. He didn't know them all that well, mind, but it was still a tragedy and an inconvenience all rolled into one horrid event.
Not long after came the day he was struck with a wave of horror far worse than a mere van crash. A cold, lifeless void, leaving him breathless for a long time indeed. And not long after that, the man called Diavolo approached him, telling him of others who had seen the same thing. Perhaps people he could shape into a real team of go-getters, if he can just find them.

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「Ten Thousand Fists」

Appearance: 「Ten Thousand Fists」 is truly a Stand that stands out from the rest, especially with its short range and high power. Its entire body is composed of tesselating isoceles triangles that reflect and almost amplify the light that lands on them in colours akin to those of the six primary chakras, down to its eyes being a pair of wide triangular sunglasses akin to those of its owner (albeit in magenta rather than black), and its mouth being full of sharp pointed teeth. Whilst it has legs, these tend to be crossed over one another as if in meditation; instead of walking, it hovers over the ground when manifested, and nine arms extend from its body in corresponding colours - an arm from each temple, a pair of regular arms with another pair directly below these, another at the solar plexus, and two more three-jointed arms coming round from the lower spine and coccyx. These in fact correspond with nine of the sefirah of the Kaballah, with Keter and Da'at conspicuous for their absence to those who make the connection.

Height: Same as user, though its legs are rarely uncrossed to show its full height.

Obtained through: Devil's Palm (spine)

Ability: When 「Ten Thousand Fists」 strikes a surface, be it a tap or a full-blown punch, it can apply force to that surface as often as its user wishes for up to fifteen seconds afterwards or until the user moves more than fifteen meters away from the surface in question. More specifically, impact points are marked with a random chakra lotus, and any given lotus can expulse additional "strikes" into the surface beyond the initial impact, with up to the same frequency and force the Stand could normally manifest, shimmering brightly for a moment when they do so. In practice, this means that every individual punch it makes that finds its mark can be repeated for the next fifteen seconds with incredibly high frequency and force, all focused on one spot and without interrupting the Stand's other attacks, which naturally has its benefits in a fight.
However, this does not need to be applied so liberally, and a given impact point can have blows repeated at lower strength to, for instance, direct somebody to move their head or limbs in a certain direction, or indeed apply something akin to ultrasound to an area or a specific point on a living being for a variety of both harmful and therapeutic effects.

Stand Cry: GLIMMER GLIMMER GLIMMER... GLIMMER!

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@AmpharosBoy Looks like a good modification. I will note quickly that Stand users with ACT Stands don't generally seem to be aware that their Stand has the potential to massively evolve; I'm not sure whether you were intending Chino to be aware of that or not, since the sheet is written in first person and all. To wit, though, Chino herself is a cool character, and clearly has lots of potential for growth. Good job.

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Ten Thousand Fists of Justice!

Sample images of a true hero and also badass good guy

Phil Jaegger

Gender: Male

Height/Weight: 2.01 m (~6'7"), 79 kg (~164 lbs)

Personality: Phil, generally speaking, is quite a cool guy. He is encouraging to others, in particular seeing to it that everyone works together to bolster one another's strengths and shore up their weaknesses, does everything in his power to make others feel better when they're down, and push people to perform acts of great bravery and valour that they may not otherwise have been able to do. Additionally, he tends to present himself as quite relaxed, giving off the sort of vibe that makes people approachable without being disconnected from how others feel. Humanity, after all, is strongest when it is unified; isolation, therefore, is anathema to human nature itself. So he believes, anyway.
This may be because, secretly, he is rather dependent on attention himself. He does genuinely believe people should work together to achieve their goals, but so far as he's involved with them, he also feels that those people should be rallying around him specifically. If he cannot lead the charge, he will do everything in his power to change affairs so that he can; if somebody is feeling down, he has to be the one to make them feel better; if somebody needs training, even himself, he will try to be the one to train them when he can; and when an enemy approaches, he believes it ought to be him who defeats them at the last, him who receives the credit for success.
Whilst these two qualities of altruism and narcissistic self-hyping seem quite opposed, it is not so common for them to clash, for the differences are relatively subtle until a crisis point suddenly pits the two values against one another. Of course, most situations can be salvaged and turned in his favour, even if the means to do so may appear contrary to his self-image... but should the two points become irreconcilable, Phil is liable to pick himself over others, if he doesn't simply have a breakdown about it.

Backstory: Philip's early life is not exactly too noteworthy. In so far as they matter, his parents were emotionally neglectful, albeit not particularly abusive in any way - which is to say, they cared about his well-being more than they cared about him as a person. In response, and perhaps because his brain would always have been wired that way, Phil began seeking attention from his fellows on the playground, quickly discovering that he made a lot more friends being nice than being mean. This didn't always work out well, of course, but he came to the conclusion early on that whilst any attention was better than no attention, positive attention generally meant more people wanted to associate with him, and therefore he would gather yet more followers.
To that end, he wound up forcing himself to be as multi-capable as possible, but whilst he was certainly not a slouch when it came to his mind, he ultimately decided on a career based in his physique. After all, it was athletes and singers who people rallied around most, right? And despite himself, he never could master the art of singing. Sports it was, then; and after some time, he came to the conclusion that the most attention he could get for being a sportsperson without it being divided amongst other people in a team was in skateboarding, a skill which he promptly mastered at the tender age of nineteen, quickly growing in fame and acquiring tour and tournament deals around the world, not to mention his numerous other physical talents.
This, somewhat ironically, is how he eventually came across his Stand. On the way to his most recent tour in Italy, his crew discovered that a traffic accident would delay their trip by several hours; unwilling to keep everybody waiting, they took a diversion that unwittingly had them pass through a Devil's Palm, and ultimately led to the van turning over and crashing rather violently. Phil, inexplicably, survived with minimal injury, but could only drag out one corpse and one living person before the van exploded outright, knocking him on to his back. The crick he felt before it rapidly faded, unbeknownst to him, was the spine from the corpse of a Saint fusing with somebody who appeared worthy of carrying it, as it had fully been his intention to personally pull everybody from the wreckage that he could - it was the right thing to do, and it would have made him the hero of the moment, so to him, it was the only logical course of action.
In the end, he and the surviving victim were picked up by a group calling themselves the Speedwagon Foundation, and both were promptly informed of the nature of both Stands and the area they had just passed into - and the fact that it had apparently ceased to be a Devil's Palm after their entrance. Thus, he and the other man were compelled to stay accessible until they could ascertain the cause of this phenomenon, as well as the deeper limitations of their respective Stands. As a compromise, and with the greater control over his own power, Phil agreed to remain in nearby Florence until further notice, deciding to treat it like somewhat of a vacation, given that he couldn't very well go on tour with his touring crew deceased as they were. He didn't know them all that well, mind, but it was still a tragedy and an inconvenience all rolled into one horrid event.
Not long after came the day he was struck with a wave of horror far worse than a mere van crash. A cold, lifeless void, leaving him breathless for a long time indeed. And not long after that, the man called Diavolo approached him, telling him of others who had seen the same thing. Perhaps people he could shape into a real team of go-getters, if he can just find them.

---

「Ten Thousand Fists」

Appearance: 「Ten Thousand Fists」 is truly a Stand that stands out from the rest, especially with its short range and high power. Its entire body is composed of tesselating isoceles triangles that reflect and almost amplify the light that lands on them in colours akin to those of the six primary chakras, down to its eyes being a pair of wide triangular sunglasses akin to those of its owner (albeit in magenta rather than black), and its mouth being full of sharp pointed teeth. Whilst it has legs, these tend to be crossed over one another as if in meditation; instead of walking, it hovers over the ground when manifested, and nine arms extend from its body in corresponding colours - an arm from each temple, a pair of regular arms with another pair directly below these, another from a shoulder joint at the solar plexus, and two more three-jointed arms coming round from the lower spine and coccyx. These in fact correspond with nine of the sefirah of the Kaballah, with Keter and Da'at conspicuous for their absence to those who make the connection.

Height: Same as user, though its legs are rarely uncrossed to show its full height.

Obtained through: Devil's Palm (spine)

Destructive Power: A
Speed: A
Range: E
Persistence: B
Precision: A
Developmental Potential: D

Ability: When 「Ten Thousand Fists」 strikes a surface, be it a tap or a full-blown punch, it can apply force to that surface as often as its user wishes for up to fifteen seconds afterwards or until the user moves more than fifteen meters away from the surface in question. More specifically, impact points are marked with a random chakra lotus, and any given lotus can expulse additional "strikes" into the surface beyond the initial impact, with up to the same frequency and force the Stand could normally manifest, shimmering brightly for a moment when they do so. In practice, this means that every individual punch it makes that finds its mark can be repeated for the next fifteen seconds with incredibly high frequency and force, all focused on one spot and without interrupting the Stand's other attacks, which naturally has its benefits in a fight.
However, this does not need to be applied so liberally, and a given impact point can have blows repeated at lower strength to, for instance, direct somebody to move their head or limbs in a certain direction, or indeed apply something akin to ultrasound to an area or a specific point on a living being for a variety of both harmful and therapeutic effects.

Stand Cry: GLIMMER GLIMMER GLIMMER... GLIMMER!

I have a couple of queries before I continue.
First off, I've noted that 「Ten Thousand Fists」's vibrations could be used for therapeutic as well as destructive effects; would it be acceptable to suggest that, even if therapeutic ultrasound isn't necessarily viable in the real world, it could be taken as a legitimate source of healing through the Stand via a combination of the user's beliefs about it and Araki's occasionally odd worldbuilding logic?

Second, bearing in mind potential part 7 and 8 spoilers...

After Johnny stole the Saint's Corpse post-SBR, it's suggested that it was most likely recovered by government agents and returned to where it had previously been held. For the purposes of this game, would it be acceptable to instead propose that at least one part was lost from the Corpse, and made its way somewhere where it could have been picked up by Phil via a Devil's Palm test? Because dang it, we're in the SBR-verse, and I want to make use of some cool features.

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@XoXKieroBombXoX Glad to offer the opinion. I'll certainly sleep on who I might want to introduce to this game.

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I'd say I'm interested, and have a couple of character ideas I could bounce around, though I wonder to some extent whether there's anything else we need to know about this particular setting. Is this the same layout of Florence as in our world, for instance? Are there any landmarks or personnages we ought to be aware of in-setting? Just general worldbuilding questions, I suppose.

Worlds of Disney

Emperor Kuzco

Okay, that was bad. He was getting swarmed, and his kicks were suddenly less and less effective, until the last one just kind of bounced off of its target. As the shadow he'd just booted grinned at him, he grinned back most... emperor-ly. Nervously, he was nervous. Yeah, well, he guessed he was gonna die, then. At least it was a heroic death.

Until the one guy came in with a sword and hacked it to pieces. And then his heroic moment was cut off as a shadow tried to strangle him, and that shadow was beaten by another heroic moment from a... talking parrot? Dang it, how many people had Yzma transformed and gotten away with it?! Also, people needed to stop ruining each other's awesome moments of heroic sacrifice! They were interfering with his own heroic dodging back toward his last guard! Who, incidentally, was handling the shadows much more effectively, given that he did in fact have a spear and muscles. But even then, he was clearly starting to have trouble... what was causing that? Why were they suddenly so much stronger? Was it the light? The pumpkin man's light? He needed to cut it out, then!

'Hey, don't mind me, I'm just gonna get a better vantage point, maybe go group up with some other people too,' he muttered to his final guard, clambering up the guy's clothing-covered back as he sliced at another group of shadows. Man, those made it a lot easier. So did experience with climbing stuff as a llama, actually. Huh. Either way, Kuzco found himself standing and mostly balanced on the guard's shoulders, trying to make sure he had the bright- woah, really bright, too bright to look at- Pumpkin King in sight.

'HEY! TURN IT DOWN! You're ma- WOAH!' he yelled, nearly toppling over as the guard took another swing, this time at the shadows that had been chasing Kuzco himself, whilst making a path through toward that blonde knight from before, and some black-haired gunman. Okay, maybe he needed to do something about the shadows himself, too. 'You're making them stronger!' he finished up, now taking a leap of faith from his stalwart ward's back, winding up into a cool kung-fu pose, then lashing downward with his foot to propel himself with the momentum - bringing his full body weight into one of their faces, all focused on his heel. It knocked it down, at the very least, and that helped them both continue to make progress toward the two other fighters. Perfect, maybe they wouldn't get the stuffing knocked out of them by shadow monsters.

'Hey, fellas!' he called to them both as they kept making progress. 'You mind if we join you?' That was more cursory than anything else. He and his guard were definitely joining their group, whether they liked it or not, because he wasn't a dingus.

Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

Snekart hated waiting. Waiting meant enemies could try to sneak up on you, right back in Snekart's case. And nobody liked gettin' a shiv to the back, especially not Orks. Or, well, it depended on how you did it. A good backstabbing needed to be nice and gory, but still quick enough that you were gone by the time the other enemies turned round. So more of a backgutting, naturally. But obviously, you could just hit all of 'em with a load a dakka, and it'd be way more useful than either method, and also way more fun, as another squad of humies found out partway through the waiting.

Boss Gutsnaga eventually brought everyone back to him, when night fell, and came up with a plan. It was a pretty good plan - the humies were in a circle around 'em, so they'd get together and go through 'em. A good, kunnin' strategy. The problem, and what stopped it from being brutally kunnin', was that it was choppas only, which was a bad idea. The idea was to punch through, right? If he meant actually punching 'em, then choppas made sense, but if it was just to go through the humies quickly, it'd be way faster to shoot 'em when they got in the way. Sneakily, obviously. Snekart really wanted to say something about that, he really did...

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In the end, he didn't say anything. Brutality made sense a lot of the time, but the better part of kunnin' was knowing when to get brutal wiv it. Obviously. And obviously, 'aving a go at da Mad Boss because you couldn't use yer 'eavy bolta was not kunnin'. Besides, Gutsnaga was naturally kunning. He probably knew wot he was doing. Anyway, if they did start getting shot at, Snekart meant to hide behind Kargut and his giant bloody armour until he could get into cover that he could move through, which made sense because they were both green, obviously.

Hours passed. They went pretty fast for 'Eadsmakka, because he was used to taking his time when sneakin' round. He figured most of the others might have trouble dealing with the long time spent not killing humies, because obviously krumpin' gits was fun - except Shiv, who was also used to it and a bit slow anyway, and Kargut, who was also used to it. Bein' slow, that was. Naturally. But in any case, after a lot of they wound up near some humies. Finally. And they could even go ahead and shoot 'em down, after all! If they had a silenc... er.

Snekart gritted 'is teef so 'ard, one of 'em nearly broke out uv 'is mouf, clenchin' 'is fists until 'is 'ands bled ta stop 'imself from flailin' 'em angrily. Zoggin' bloody 'ell. Uv all da things 'is 'eavy bolta woz, silent wozn't one of 'em, an' 'e didn't 'ave a zoggin' silencer ta make it silent, because dat wozn't wot it woz for, it woz like Gutsnaga woz makin' fun uv 'im for 'iz zoggin' weapon-

No, no, it woz fine. It was fine. He could deal with it. Work with it. Whilst the others took shots, Snekart could sneak ahead and do the sneaky sort of stabbin'. The kind that wasn't as brutal as a propa krumpin': if you 'ad to, you could get a backstab in quick-like wiv yer 'and over dere face, and sometimes that was enough. Mork didn't always need you to hit 'em so 'ard they went everywhere. Just 'ard enough to make 'em go down, right? Yeah, he could do that.

'Psst. Boss. Permishun ta start guttin' 'em all quiet-like, yeah?' he asked, quiet-like obviously, because they'd hear him if he was loud, obviously. Once he got the permishun, he'd start sneaking ahead, bein' sure ta be extra-quiet so 'e didn't get seen too soon. Normally, he'd unload with the 'eavy bolta, but... no silencer. He'd need to get one a those for next time this happened.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

A.L.M.A. Unit "Roxanne"

Ultimately, the mission was mostly a success. Eileen, alongside Roxanne herself, had managed to keep the enemy mech contained for a while, but defeating it even with everybody present was likely to be a Pyrrhic victory at best. A pickup vessel had been called in, and those sent on the mission as well as two of the three downed pilots were recovered in good condition.

Which left two matters. First, reprimanding Felix for suggesting a foolish course of action such as ordering an orbital strike on herself, and to a lesser extent Eileen too, as both simply demanded Roxanne do as they insist; when discussed later on, Doctor Rei considered the matter "un intriguing caze ztudy into ze defelopment uv selv-identity und pride in your zyztemz". The description did spark a sort of self-examination in Roxanne, particularly considering how the Doctor focused on the far lesser infraction as the focal point. Pride... was she prideful? Or rather, was she proud of herself and her being? She could say that she was quantitively more capable in matters of thought processing than the vast majority of biological beings, with the capacity to process and retain information much more efficiently to boot. But, this would be a statement of fact. What might give her pride in these capacities? Perhaps the notion of making it a boast - using more abstract descriptors, and perhaps exaggerating her capacities intentionally for greater effect. But these would simply give the impression of boasting, rather than igniting any particular feelings in her per se. For the time being, Roxanne would set them aside for future examination.

Second, and more importantly, she needed to figure out how, exactly, an infected and clearly far-gone individual was able to not only retain their intellect and apparent sense of self, but to then acquire the technology for a highly-advanced mech. Bio-organic, subsidiary drones, strength enough to violently kill another mech pilot one-on-one, within their own mech no less. It was, evidently, not the best situation for anybody else to deal with - and nearly impossible, without further information, to calculate how it had come to pass, though the intelligence at least could be explained with a sudden and drastic mutation of the infection agent. Nonetheless, the entire planet now represented a potential infection threat until further notice - the mech's pilot had not been slain, and whilst it was likely to continue its hyperaggressive behaviour without consideration for long-term infection, it could easily turn the feral populace into a personal army if it so wished. An elite team would be necessary to deal with it, all things considered. Something to plan for future missions, perhaps.

And if the pilot was able to leave the planet's atmosphere, that only amplified the threat exponentially.

Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

No more invaders for now. Humies gettin' ripped to shreds had put off any other flanks for the moment, so far as Snekart could see - at least, none that Da Shiv wasn't able to get the brunt of. Snakey git deserved it, naturally. Anyway, Snekart found himself back in the area they were stuck in, putting the 'eavy bolta on his back for the moment as he crawled back to da boss. "Crawled", but more like a fast scramble between bits of cover, because otherwise he'd be seen, and being seen was bad for not being shot. To not be shot, you had to not be seen, obviously. Kargut hadn't figured that out yet, but even if he had, his stupid giant armour made it real difficult for him anyway.

'Psst. Boss.' Snekart was real quiet-like, which was still pretty loud, but quiet for an Ork. 'Wot's da plan, an' 'ow do I... er, wot do I do innit?' Turns of phrase weren't his strong point, but they weren't really any other Ork's strong point either, so that worked out fine for him. And of course, Gutsnaga did understand at least the basic bits of how to fight with kunnin' instead of just brutality, so best to make sure things were working the way he wanted them to. If they were working how Gutsnaga wanted, they were probably working how Snekart wanted too, obviously. That was why he'd signed up with Da Mad Boss to begin with, obviously.