Blizz

Avalia

Isolde Ryder

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Time: 2pm
Location: Guarav Village
Interactions The Fuckwit Brigade and Corporal Yiffenheimer
_{@Potter@FunnyGuy@samreaper@Alivefalling}

Isolde listened to the rules, well aware that Menzai was being serious. This was the first time she ever heard him speak with a tone that didn't sound like anything other than passive and indifferent. He was the most levelheaded person among their group, so naturally when he was being serious, there wasn't a question about it. They would be on the clock for this hunting trip now and could not venture too far away from the group. On top of that, they could either work in pairs of two or as a whole. Isolde was inclined to push for the latter option.

"Working in pairs sounds like it defeats the purpose of hunting together as a group. That means we either have two pyros on the same team or one without Darius to put them out. Or I use my magic and something catches on fire with him on the wrong team. We need to group up. Plus, it'd be easier to stay in twenty feet of each other when we're all together, wouldn't it?" Isolde was radiating confidence lately, but it was tempered by competence. This was Menzai's home, his entire world. He knew it better than them. "Makes it easier to pull everyone out if we can't win, also. Splitting up would get us killed in a place we aren't familiar with, especially with something as ominous as whatever a "fog beast" actually is. We gotta be smart about this. If we're ready after all- and we fucking are- We can pull this off." Isolde was dead-set on it now. Guarav was going to eat well tonight.

Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

Lmao

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

The General

Major General Lyra Carris | 47 | Female

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Appearance

Height
5”8’

Weight
185

Eye Color
Crimson red

Hair Length/Texture
Straight, hanging in twisted ends in the middle of her back.

Hair Color
Black

Skin Color
Pale

Facial details
There is not a blemish to be seen. She could pass as royalty.

Distinguishing features
Her gaze could cut through a solid steel shield, like she sees into your soul.

Clothing Preferences
Pragmatic, like the uniform of a general, or classy.

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Psychology

Likes:
Roses
Travel
Books
History
Duels of skill

Dislikes:
Living too fast
The cold
Braggarts
Violence
Dishonor

Sexuality
Lesbian

Hobbies
Swordplay, political intrigue, and lorekeeping.

Life Goals/Dreams
To stop this bleak cycle before it begins again…

Personality Summary
General Carris is an elusive woman. Despite her military ranking, she holds herself in high enough regards that one might confuse her for a duke’s wife. Status does not win anyone favor with her, she looks to the unseen parts of people to gauge who they are. Any military leader worth remembering knows not to disregard the things they don’t see. She commands an air of respect that implies she would grab a king’s son by the wrist and shout him into oblivion in front of a crowd if he had the nerve to disrespect her. Carris typically comes off as a dignified and reserved woman until spectacles such as that occur. It is common to see Lyra entertaining a conversation with noblewomen with vested interest. Much like a duke looking to lay claim to a beauty, she can rarely resists a pretty face.

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Background

Current occupation
Retired

Past occupations
Major General of a distant kingdom

Relatives
None to speak of

Skills
Mastery of swordsmanships

All things related to riding and caring for a horse

Fathomless worldly knowledge

Speaks languages you’ve never heard of

History Summary

"There is no other way."

"You can't-"

"I have to."

"If you do this, there won't be anything left."

"That is exactly the point."

"There must be some other way, anything else. This- this is insanity."

"What other way would there be? Tell me."

"I don't- I- Listen to me! We'll figure something out!"

"By the time we do, it will be too late."

"...Do you really know what you're doing?"

"Of course. We'll make it out alive."

"You're scaring me with all this."

"I know. I will shelter you when it begins. They won't harm anyone else. I'll make sure of it."

"You can't protect everyone anymore. There are too many."

"I wiil."

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Questionnaire

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:
”In my youth, I was raised to stand up for myself.”

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:
”I had little safety that wasn’t won or secured. The cellar of my childhood home was turned into my own semblance of a library when I learned to read.”

What were you like in your teenage years?:
”They were so long ago. I can barely recall.”

How close are you to your parents?:
”They are…long dead.”

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:
”Enough to fulfill a hundred lifetimes.”

What advice would you give your younger self?:
”…”

Were you an obedient child or defiant?:
”I learned to think for myself by the time I could write my name on paper.”

What is your biggest regret?:
”That is a story for another day.”

Romance

Have you ever been in love?:
”Yes… A very long time ago.”

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner?:
”To love again, I would be a different person altogether. There is no one left in this world for me.”

How do you display affection? What is your love language?:
”I enjoy showing myself through my actions and my words. There is a school of thought that battle is the truest form of expression, where the soul is laid bare as the words in a book.”

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
”I may write a thousand songs, and a thousand more poems. None would ever come to overshadow the majesty of her lips.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
”I would like to believe if such a thing is true, I might have found it yet again by now.”

What does marriage mean to you?:
”It is a beautiful thing that I have never had the honor of taking part in.”

Are you currently crushing on anyone?:
”No…”

Do you ever consider having children in the future?:
”I unable to bare children anymore. I am not a mother. I never will be.”

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
"Peaceful, quiet, solitude. There'd be nothing but the day before me."

What kind of person do you aspire to be?:
"I haven't aspired to be one particular person in years. I've become who I am already."

What bad habits do you have?:
"It is true that I don't believe I'll ever truly love again, but I can't resist a pretty face regardless."

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:
"I don't have enough words to truly convey the things I would change. There are so many..."

What is your greatest fear?:
"I don't fear anything. Not anymore."

What are your pet peeves?:
"The ego of one who has the gall to think themselves my better without a sense of familiarity between us."

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:
"I have found that the peace of isolation is what puts my mind at ease the most."

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:
"My blade."

Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

Nice

(I'm sage in the discord)

Titans Academy

_{Location: Midway City, - Michigan}

Episode #1: Magnetic Madness

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_{Interaction(s): @PatientBean - Oracle | @Damo021 - Flamebird | @Lord Wraith - Blitzkrieg | @PapaOso - Sacrifice | @Hillan - Accelerate}

Post #1.01: Opposite Forces

Evie's alarm went off right next to her head during that quiet hour of the morning where the sun wasn't quite up, but the sky wasn't quite dark either. Light poured in through the windows of her room as she flung herself out of the bed with the grace of a tractor tire, onto her feet before the blood could rush to her head. It was three months since she first showed up at this place, and every day served to drill a new routine into her having left home. The first part of that routine was to wake up with the sun to get a head start. She was doing that now. Rolling her neck, stretching her arms and shoulders, then her legs. Evie's joints popped like an empty plastic bottle clacking against the ground as she grabbed a fistful of what she called “the essentials,” her phone, two energy bars, rolled up hand wraps, and her earbuds. All of this happened in the span of two minutes, with throwing on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt making it three, before she even turned on the lights. Reaching the hallway made it four minutes.

It was a little over three months now since Evie first got here, and so far, she often felt like the one high school student among a group of grade school students. Most of the students at Titans Academy were wide-eyed metahumans or otherwise “super” in their own right, but lacked the confidence she had as she walked across one arm of the comically shaped building to the other. One earbud was currently in her ear as the other dangled from her shirt collar as she crunched down on one energy bar after the other. As she walked, she was hooking her free thumbs into her hand wraps and slowly getting them looped around her palms. Evie was very much a morning person, enjoying the quiet atmosphere of early day, and taking advantage of the overall deficit in distractions that gave her additional time to dedicate to the second part of her morning routine: The training.

The gym was completely empty. Good. Evie instantly broke into a run around the gym, starting slow and gradually picking up speed with each lap, until she was running as hard as she could after 15 laps around the gym, as which point she slowed down to a walk the same way after another 15. Evie took a short break while flipping through her phone. She walked over to a punching bag and started a playlist titled “Soundtrack for Fighting God.” The first song started, and Evie put it on full blast as her hands started glowing.

What followed was an entire hour of noises that could have been mistaken for explosions had anyone been around to witness it.

🎶LEADER OF THE GODS, LORD OF THE SKIES. HE BRINGS A STORM OF HEAVEN’S WRATH TO HEED OUR CRIES!🎶

Evie laid into a punching bag with ferocity of a machine gun, like the rapid-fire drums of heavy metal. Each punch was punctuated by a burst of neon fuchsia light that rippled across the punching bag in a shower of sparks. A full second didn’t have the chance to pass in the time that one fist left the bag and the other made contact once again.

🎶A REALM AWAITS OUR PASSING, AND AS OUR EMPIRE DIES, FROM THE BLACKENED SOIL OF EARTH…🎶

The floor around her bag to shake as her arms began to wear a mantle of the vibrant glow that assaulted the punching bag without end, like the rumble of a million feet stomping through bleachers. Evie’s arms were starting to burn from the brutal workout, while light traveled up and down her like fire, she would maintain this until either she was too fatigued from such an intense exercise, or…

🎶THE UNDERWORLD SHALL RISE!🎶

Evie reared her left fist back into a haymaker, and slugged the punching bag, leaning into her right leg. The bag swung upwards from the collision, and her left leg absorbed every drop of light brimming from her as it was brought up in time with the punching bag’s fall. The contact resulted in a blinding flash and a sound similar to a deep whip crack. The bag was destroyed, and the entire gym rumbled like an earthquake. Evie was carried into the ground by the motion, tumbling only somewhat gracefully as clumps of foam and nylon were exploded across the gym, leaving half of the punching bag hanging from its spot. Faint trails of neon light were left behind from concussive shockwave. Kicks were not Evie’s strong suit. Hopefully no one would know that it was her who just destroyed a perfectly good piece of training equipment. Now that she was warmed up, it was time for breakfast.

Breakfast, however, was cut short as the alarms went off.

“If you’re here at the academy suit up and get ready to go into the field. There’s been an accident at STAR Labs and the local authorities aren’t able to get through. Meet me out back at the helipad in three minutes to teleport there. Cyborg out.”

Evie immediately sprung for her gear in a level-headed dash to the armory, and was at the helipad in record time. Teleportation wasn’t something she had much experience with. Interestingly enough, she never faced a teleporter at Blackburn, and she wasn’t a tech whiz who knew how an engineered teleporter worked. Evie- now Shattercrash- stumbled a little as she found herself in STAR Labs surrounded by her fellow Titans-in-training. The lab was an absolute mess. Scattered degree, broken glass, and a mad scientist in front of her. Shattercrash’s eyes darted around the room under her fuschia colored hood. The glow of her power emanated faintly like the flame of a candle as she processed the situation.

Cyborg was in pieces… literally.

"Shattercrash, Flamebird, take the offensive-

You read my mind, furball.

Shattercrash was wearing black, knee-high boots than began to glow brighter and brighter along with her right arm. Shattercrash broke into a run and pushed off the ground with a loud booming sound, slingshotting herself across the lab as she turned her shoulder towards Polaris. Her plan was a simple one: Wait for an opening- check- and punish the Doctor for letting his guard down with a frontal body slam.

In that sense, she was living up to hers as well.

Titans Academy

Evie Lawrence

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Evelyn "Evie" Lawrence

𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓼
__________

Shattercrash

𝓐𝓰𝓮
__________

18

𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓻
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Cyborg

𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼
__________

Full Time

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
__________

Headstrong | Free-Spirited | Stubborn

𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮
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2 years of fighting experience, a few months at Titans Academy.

𝓟𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼
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Inertia Battery

Shattercrash's body stores the energy from any impact she sustains for later use as a force multiplier. Anything from getting punched in the face by someone with super strength to so something as small as her feet hitting the ground or her heart pounding in her chest is absorbed by her body to hit harder. This energy multiplies the strength of any collision caused by her body. One could mistake this power for meaning Evie simply punches really hard, but her is more nuanced than that. Her entire body can benefit from this power, and she can use it to extend the reach of a punch out by blasting someone with energy, up to 20 feet away. In an uneventful scenario, Shattercrash's "battery" sits at around 100%, but prolonged close quarters combat allows her to go above her normal capacity by taking hits from an enemy. This results in a snowballing effect that causes Shattercrash to become increasingly hard to fight back against the longer a fight lasts.

𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼
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Glass Cannon

Shattercrash's power absorbs the kinetic energy of anything that hits her, but it does absolutely nothing to soften the blow. She has the potential for devastating bursts of offense, but to get to the point where her power is at its upper limit, she needs to survive a prolonged fight against other people in a world where super strength and non-physical attacks exist. She may hit harder, but Shattercrash doesn't have super strength or super durability.

Overclock

Shattercrash compares her power to a battery because it stores energy, but a battery can only store so much. If her normal capacity is 100%, then her battery allows her to store energy up to 200%. She will eventually drain back down to normal levels, but it's possible for her to store too much inertia, resulting in what look like violet solar flares erupting from her body. In a fight, this would only make her more dangerous, but eventually she'll have to burn off some energy to avoid damaging the surrounding area too much when people could be around her.

𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Shattercrash grew up in California with a single mother and her younger brother. It was livable, but it wasn’t ideal; Rent was high, her mother worked two jobs, and their dad left before her brother was born without leaving any child support.

She spent a lot of time away from home, biking down streets after school, going for runs or figuring out the specifics of the powers she just got. She had always heard about superheroes in distant places who could do incredible things. She figured it out quickly, but didn’t have any significant outlet for it. One day her mother got hurt at one of her jobs, and they were faced with losing their home before long. A month later, she found a place where metahumans fought in a ring for money. Shattercrash didn’t hesitate in jumping in. Her first match was a blowout win by knockout, and she made bank off of it.

The next two years were spent holding a “summer job” while her mom recovered. While she wasn’t rich, the money was undeniably good. She was motivated to win every match, and for every ten wins, she only occasionally had one loss. Most of the contenders weren’t anything special, but they gave her a run for her money each time.

Someone heard about the pit fighting, and before she knew it the entire place was busted. They caught her and decided to call a superhero. That superhero happened to be the tin man himself, who gave her a shot at using her power in more “constructive” ways. Of course, that meant punching people who threatened other people, instead of punching them for money.

𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽
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3:59pm, mask on. In less than sixty seconds, her first match would begin. Evie walked down the concrete steps to the cage where she was locked in with her opponent. A burly guy with blue, craggy skin and red eyes. Well over six feet all, shirtless and possessed of ego. She was wearing a simple half-face mask with a violet hoodie and some cheap gloves over her glowing hands.

”Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we have a new contender!” Mixed applauds rang through the “stadium” as the announcer gave the introductions. The lights made it hard to see anything past the cage.

”Tonight, everyone’s favorite freaky heavyweight Tremor Man faces a masked scrapper known only as Shattercrash! She doesn’t look like much against this mountain of a man, don’t you think!” What followed was the sound of boos and laughs at Evie’s expense. She wasn’t so sure she stood a chance against a guy like that, but her head was telling her, “Blast him and worry about the plan if he gets back up.”

”Our contestants face off in thirty seconds! Remember, no weapons! You win by forfeit, you win by fatality, you win by knockout! If you’re not dead, don’t throw the fight, rookie!” The announcer shouted with a booming voice as the clock ticked down.

”Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” The crowd’s roars grew to a crescendo as Tremor Man charged at Shattercrash. Not quite a blitz, but more like a freight train on legs ready to body slam her. Shattercrash, against her own best judgement, stood completely still as she raised a hand into a fist and swung a haymaker aimed right for his leg. In a burst of neon violet light, he leg was broken underneath him, his body tumbled to the floor as the thunder of the punch silenced the entire building.

The cage shook like an earthquake, and without really thinking, Shattercrash lunged forward, swinging a glowing leg directly into his face with another explosive flash. Tremor Man’s body didn’t move when it hit the floor. The crowd was stunned for what felt like an eternity as Evie wondered whether she just killed a man two swings.

”I- I don’t believe it! Did you SEE THAT?! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR FIRST TIME CONTENDER SHATTERCRASH HAS WON HER FIRST MATCH IN UNDER TEN SECONDS! VICTORY BY KNOCKOUT!!!”

The crowd screamed in excitement, loud enough that Evie could feel the room rumble. A new record in the fighting ring’s books for the fastest victory. After the match was officially concluded, Evie counted more money in her hands than she had ever seen in her life. Her leg would no doubt have a nasty bruise for the next few days, but this?

She could get used to this.

Titans Academy

Titans Academy

Dear god

Titans Academy

fuck yeah

Titans Academy

This is an RP about teens and young adults. It only makes sense that they would be horny little monsters also.

@PatientBean

Evie be like “all these hot girls are about make me go from Shattercrash to Shattersmash”