October 21st Death City, Nevada Arlette and Keith's Apartment
The morning light gently radiated into Arlette's room, diffused by the curtains it filled the surprisingly well-organized bedroom with a faint orange glow. The room was filled with plants, they were on the floor, on shelves and on the wooden furniture, this was not only because Arlette enjoyed gardening but also because they were essential to keep the air fresh and cool in spite of the Nevada heat. The faint glow was enough to wake the Demon Weapon, who would stir in her bed for a moment before stretching, yawning.
She would look to her side and find her clock to set its alarm off, alarms were annoying by nature, but an unnecessary one ringing was way worse. The clock itself was a classic analogue one, Arlette found the mechanical sounds of the clock lulling, which was good for someone who had trouble sleeping, and furthermore, she just didn't like silence.
Getting up, she would get herself something to wear, shorts with a loose t-shirt would do for the moment, also placing her hair in a ponytail since she would likely be preparing the breakfast. Her mood was bright, she didn't mind Mondays, that was half because she was easy-going, half because she was not putting much of an effort in the classes anyway so weekends and weekdays tended to blur. That said, the news that one's position in the Death Festival would count for their grades did make her a bit annoyed. She was looking forward to it since, to her, battling was fun, especially now that she had a meister, but the use of it as a grading factor added some tension to it. Leave it to schools to turn what could have been fun casual violence into a chore.
Moving to the living room she did notice Keith was not around yet, or more accurately, as she came to learn, he had already been up and left for his training session. It surprised Arlette quite a lot to learn he was an early bird, considering how he was sleepy the rest of the day. Perhaps all the energy he saved was spent on this, or perhaps it was this act that made him sleepy, it was a mystery.
What she knew was that he would likely be hungry when he came back and Arlette herself was always hungry by default so she hurried to the kitchen, to start preparing a nice well served breakfast. She possessed a natural talent for cooking, she was able to discern the taste of the ingredients down to the most minute details and knew exactly when to use, transform, suppress or highlight them. It wasn't something born from deep thinking or focus, as she was still sleepy at the moment, yawning with her eyes barely open, but rather a more instinctual feeling based wit.
Knowing that Keith would come back soon, she would set the table. The amount of food seemed a bit excessive for two people but considering Arlette's appetite it was a modest serving. There was a clear division between her's and her partner's dishes, she had picked up that Keith liked sweeter flavours, they had never talked about it but she could see from his expression, so she made sure to prepare what he would enjoy, french toast with berries and a granola bowl along with a cup of cappuccino. For herself, she preferred things such as omelette, bacon pancakes or ham with cheese along with bitter black coffee, also in an unreasonable quantity.
Looking at her reflection in the dark surface of the coffee she was hit with a sudden uneasy shiver. "Hmm?" she wondered, "Strange for my senses to act up like this at home... Maybe there is something sneaky going on somewhere, I wonder what~♪" she smirked, sipping on the coffee.
A few weeks earlier Death City, Nevada DWMA
"Mum did tell me to be a bit more active..." Keith mumbled to nobody as he placed the ad on the wall. "And if nobody shows up, no skin of my nose. I tried."
On the hastily made ad was seeking a 'drawing model' and nothing more. Keith huffed in satisfaction, totally oblivious to how his poster could be interpreted another way. He then trot towards the designated room, drawing book in hand, ready to simply just nap in the dark room. As soon as he arrived he laid back on one of the sofas and placed the book over his face- falling asleep within minutes.
Arlette yawned as she walked into the halls, how bored she was. As the months passed, most demon weapons had already found their partners, unlike her, which just made everything so difficult for the girl. It was harder to tease people because they would often walk in groups, it was harder to spar because she was no match for the proper duos, it was almost driving her to stop being lazy and actually put some effort on finding a partner, but just thinking about having to spend hours looking over profiles and seeking people out made her fatigued.
"Ohhh?" She stopped her walk all of sudden, a mischievous grin forming on her face as she slowly turned towards the wall. [Drawing Model Needed] said an ad. As she looked over it seemed to be that opportunity to play around she was looking for. There was so much potential in this situation, she was already thinking of all the ways she could make this fun, striking silly poses, misunderstanding orders, sneakily moving props about and, of course, the classic act of pretending she thought it was a 'human anatomy study' which was bound to make the boy or girl who posted the ad quite embarrassed.
Swiftly taking the paper off the wall, she would use it as guidance to the room assigned, being impressed at how dark it was and at the person who was waiting in there. Not only because said person was sleeping, but because he was not the image of the sheltered teen artist she had in mind. "Hello?" she would announce, approaching the sleeping figure. "Is this the place where someone needed a model?"
Keith snapped awake as soon as he heard a voice next to him. Lifting the book off one of his eyes, he saw that there was indeed a person in the room with him. Curse my luck. Keith thought to himself, fumbling up and reaching for one of the light switches on the wall. He eyed the person who had answered hid ad, she was a student he saw frequently around the school. He didn't know much about her other than being somewhat infamous for a reason that escaped him. There was a moment of silence in the room.
"I am Keith..." He finally said, forgetting to introduce himself fully. "Ah. Solomon, er, Keith Solomon. You are?"
"I am Arlette Sylvestre, a pleasure to meet you." Now that the light was on and the book was off the face, Arlette too recognized the boy as someone who definitely existed within the same space as her, though she did not remember seeing him around too much or ever interacting with her. "So..." she would wait a bit, waiting for something to be said. "About... the drawing offer? What shall I be doing to assist you, monsieur?"
"Yes, you will also be compensated for this." Keith continued, he swept his hair behind him to get a clearer view. "Down to business. Would you change, please." He stared at her after making his demand.
She nodded. Change, of course, so she would need to wear some outfit or something? The wolf-like girl would start to look over the room, still smiling at first, though a few things did start to come to her attention which painted a peculiar scenario that was not developing necessarily to Arlette's advantage. There was a noticeable lack of a changing room or even a divider or curtain she could use, also noticeable was the lack of any clothing she had to wear. Suddenly her eyes widened, it couldn't... be, no way a school would let a drawing session like that run in their facilities, but then again, it was pretty much an essential part of proper classical art lessons... Arlette took a deep breath, she was likely overthinking.
"So, uhm, you want me to change right here, right now?" she asked, a bit more sheepishly than her usual tone.
"As soon as you are able, yes." Keith said, raising a brow at the confusion. He pulled up a wooden stool and a lectern to him, placing his drawing book on it and readying his materials. "Oh, I get it." He walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a podium for her to lay herself on. "I seem to have forgotten, sorry about that." He pulled the podium next to Arlette before sitting back down behind his lectern.
"Alright, whenever you're ready." he said, continuing to bore down at her as he had entered into his 'drawing state'.
"Ah, o... okay. Just a moment." Cheeks slightly red, Arlette placed a fist over her mouth as her mind raced to find a way out of this situation. Her pride wouldn't allow her to back away now, so leaving the room or clearing the misunderstanding was not an option. She took a deep breath and gulped, closing her eyes for a moment. "It is fine," she thought. "It is completely natural and professional, nothing out of this world really! No need to be shy over showing some skin. I can do this!"
Slowly, she rose her hand to her vest, removing it before slowly starting to unbutton her blouse, trying her best not to blush and failing at it.
"WAIT." Keith almost screamed aloud with flushed cheeks, holding his hand out whilst simultaneously covering his eyes with his other hand, "What in the world are you doing Miss Sylvestre?!" This was the first time in awhile that he had raised his voice above 60 decibels.
She was legitimately spooked by the suddenness of it, flinching at the sudden and unexpected raise of his voice. "W-what?" she questioned, it was not like she had unbuttoned too much, she was too nervous for that, just showing a bit of cleavage at most. "What do you mean!? I was doing exactly what you had asked me to, Monsieur Solomon!" she retorted, also breaking a bit from her polite persona she had been showing so far. "Didn't you ask me to model for you?"
Keith buried his face in his hands and sighed for a few seconds, "Yes, it is indeed a modeling gig." he continued, "But when I said 'Change' I meant change into your weapon form. Not out of your clothing. I wanted to improve my detailing. What did you think this job was Miss Sylvestre?" The ad popped into his mind, the whole situation replaying in his head and how the misunderstandings piled up. Oh god.
"Ah. I see how this whole scenario happened." He said, as if receiving an epiphany. He bowed to her in apology. "My apologies. I'll give you the amount I was going to pay you at the end to make up for the misunderstanding."
"Weapon form!? You did not even mention you needed a Demon Weapon in the ad, you are lucky one of the few girls who are not a Meister in our class showed up today." she barked, still a bit grumpy even as he started to say he was sorry. Though when he offered to pay, she changed her expression, that was a bit over the line for her. "Wait, no need for that, I was not even here for the cash, as a matter of fact, you didn't even mention payment in the ad. Furthermore, hey, it's no big deal, no need to embarrassed over such things, you know, I was raised by wolves in a forest, so I didn't even know what clothing was for most of my life," she said, as she hastily buttoned up her shirt in a speed a thousand times faster than the one displayed when she unbuttoned it.
"So just relax. It has been a while since I fully changed into my weapon form anyway, so I am glad I have the chance to do it."
Keith sat, letting tens of seconds pass before being unable to hold back a light chuckle at the absurdness of the situation. "As long as you don't mind, please go ahead." he said, keeping it to himself that he thought that she was brave for willingly just taking her clothes off like that infront of a stranger.
She nodded, finding herself a bit tense again, as it was quite rare for her to turn into a weapon, she hoped she would not be seen as silly or wonky when compared to more practical and common weaponry such as swords and guns.
"Alright. Here I go!" in a flash, her form shifted, and over the podium was now a double-bladed glaive, black and copper in color with a moderately complex design, with branching blades that all seemed to have a specific function in battle.
As soon as Arlette changed into her weapon form, Keith was impressed. She turned into a double bladed glaive with an intricate, ornate design. She seemed to be the perfect design of form and fuctionality while still maintaining a certain coolness factor. "Beautiful." he said unconsciously, before focusing on her form and starting the line drawing on his book. His eyes swam around her, absorbing every detail and shape as he sketched her.
It would take him a bit over an hour to be satisfied with his drawing of her weapon form. He scratched his cheek, going over the details, composition and perspective once more before nodding in satifaction. "I think that's it, Miss Sylvestre. You're good to change back."
The compliment was more than a bit unexpected, she was thankful that she was in her weapon form. Staying still for one hour was a bit of a challenge, but it was also hard to sleep in such a situation. Eventually she started to focus on the artist as a way to distract herself and it was kinda interesting to see how keen he looked when he was focused, it was a different sight from the sleepy boy she had been interacting with. Particularly, she found it interesting how he could perform complicated and fast movements with his hand while not even looking at the drawing sheet, that was some impressive coordination skill.
When he finished she was more than glad to turn back, sitting in the podium, stretching her limbs. "Staying as a weapon for too long makes my muscles feel stiff" she complained, bust soon enough she was smiling, as she stood up and walked towards Keith. "Oh! That is actually quite great, Monsieur Solomon, I am impressed." She said, leaning forward as she inspected the drawing of her weapon form, noticing how accurate it was down to the most minute details even she seemed to forget were there.
"Solomon's too stiff, Miss Sylvestre, just call me Keith like everyone else does." Keith replied, his hands fishing through his pockets for the money, "Staying still for anything other than sleeping is a pain."
"Here, for the trouble and staying to do the 'modeling'." He said, his expression going back to how it normally was as he yawned, "You can keep the sketch of yourself if you want."
"Hmm. I will consider your request monsieur." She said playfully, as he had basically sealed the fate of how she would address him. "Hmm... I still do not feel very much like taking this money, the drawing is more than enough payment for me."
Tapping her finger on her chin for a moment, she smiled. "I say we wisely invest this cash on something to drink, or maybe ice cream, something cold because I personally can't stand this heat. Nobody is gonna use this room for a while right? It is pretty nice in here compared to the rest of the school at the moment, good ventilation and facing away from the sun. So yeah, want to do that? I can go grab it and be back in a moment." Sharing the spoils with Keith did make her feel less bad for taking his money for doing what she intended to be a prank initially.
"It is your money and I did just ask for a huge favour. So yes, I am fine with that." he replied, lifting his shoulders slightly. "This room is nice. Tend to nap here when I have free time, especially in heat. Likely an extra room people forgot about."
She nodded and quickly left the room, returning a little while later with a few snacks and some juice. "Back." She announced, quite loudly, expecting the artist to be asleep. As she set the table, she picked up the drawing again, to set it aside "It really is impressive, you must have draw your Demon Weapon partner quite a lot to reach such skill, no?"
Keith jostled awake from his short-lived nap. "Guh. Urgh." he moaned, "Partner? Not quite, don't have one assigned, been lazy." He straightened himself to stretch, his joints popping at each motion. He picked up a juice box and poked a hole through it.
"You?"
"Pretty much on the same boat. Gah. It is such a bother to have to look for a partner. I really don't know what I will do about it." She said, calmly taking a juice box for herself, starting to sip on it before the logical conclusion sank in.
"Oh! We could team up. Would save us a lot of trouble, I say." She proposed, turning to face Keith. Not only it would end her troubled as a lone Demon Weapon but it would give her access to this room which seemed great for naps, it was a great deal all around for Arle.
"Huh." He placed a hand on his chin, "As long as we're comptatible I am fine with it." It came with the added benefit that his parents would finally get off his back about finding a permanent partner instead of temporary ones.
"Shall we try?" He stood up, finsihing off the last bits of the cookie. He hoped it would work, as it would have been a massive weight off his shoulders.
"Très Bien! It won't hurt to try... actually it might if our compatibility is bad, but I got a good feeling about this one." She would nonchalantly shove a few cookies in her mouth, chewing them up quickly and swallowing, taking a deep breath as she walked forward.
"Right. Place your hands over here." Arle would guide his hands so he was holding both of her sides, hands resting just under her ribs. She took a deep breath and would shift into her weapon form, the Demon Glaive now in Keith's hold.
Keith spun her multiple times around himself before settling into a two-handed resting stance, Arlette fit like a 'glove', more-so than any other demon weapons he had tried. "Well." he said, patting himself with a free hand. "I don't seem to be bleeding." The wavelength felt compatible and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He spun her with both hands infront of him continuously and then came to a stop.
"This will do nicely." he continued, "I am surprised a demon weapon as superb as you has not found a partner yet."
"And no excruciating pain to report on my side as well. Seems like it worked out." The weapon would say after being tested out and swung. "Yeah, when I arrived I was set with a few meisters but it never worked out, none were able to move with me with as much dexterity as you just did. I was called too big or too complex back then, and honestly, I kinda believed it for a bit. Though as you spun me around just now, I felt... right? I guess? It's hard to put it to words, but it made me realize how wrong they were, I just needed to find the right someone it seems."
Returning to her human form, she would face Keith and smile. "So thanks for that!"
"It's always the unskilled that blame their weapons." Keith replied simply, he couldn't agree more with what she said. He held out his hand for a handshake, "We'll be working now it seems, partner."
She nodded and grinned, taking his hand and shaking it. "Indeed, and I look forward to working with you!"
His face turned serious for a moment, "Now back to the personal business." he said, dimming the lights and laying back onto the couch, an eyemask somehow on his face "I am gonna catch up on that nap I missed. I'll see you around, Arlette."
"J-just like that?" she blinked rapidly, seeing Keith already fall asleep on the couch. "Oh well. Guess I should probably handle the paperwork of this. See you later~" she said with a smile, knowing there would be no reply at this.
It was a calm evening for Hotaru, ever since she found the artefact and became a magical girl she had taken the habit of doing nightly patrols around her neighbourhood. She was far from having the experience to not look suspicious, and didn't get yet that it was better to do such things in her magical girl form, but it was a start. Though a less excusable behaviour was having her headphones on while theoretically being on the look out for signs of strange events happening.
No headphone would be able to muffle what she heard however, and it wasn't even anywhere within her neighbourhood! She immediately reacted, raising her arm and allowing the bells of her wristband to ring, this would trigger the transformation though she wouldn't wait patiently for it to be done, the girl already starting to run towards the direction of the loud roar as bolts of electricity shot from nearby power lines and appliances into her clothing, making it glow with an electric cyan light while it shifted.
It didn't take long before she went from the streets to the rooftops of the urban area, jumping from building to building with great speed and grace, an aspect imbued into her from her magical powers, as she made her way across the city blocks, soon arriving at the clear source of the incident.
"What... is that..." the girl said in a confused whisper, holding her scarf over mouth as she tried to be sneaky. She knew there was trouble, she knew she would fight, why else would she be a magical girl, but seeing the enemy in person was another thing entirely, even a girl as confident as Hotaru would find herself vacillating.
Though it all would change once she noticed something, her eyes widening. "Its after a person?" she questioned, as there was more than one type of shriek in the area, and one was clearly born from fear. This made her mind, she wouldn't wait in the shadows any longer, instead her suit glowing bright as she jumped down and ran into the area, aiming for one of the many broken windows, wanting to make her way into the store and rescue the civilian before anything truly terrible happened to them.
This situation... Vilkas was one to keep things simple and logical, emotional behaviour was seen to her as often foreign, but, this once, she found herself gritting her teeth ever so slightly. It brought back bad memories, though even worse than those memories was the realization she only had learned they were bad not too long ago. One just doesn't know how dark things really are until they see a glimpse of light. In such a situation she was caught by surprise by the sudden approach of her superior, her tail tensing up.
"Ah! Ma'am! Yes, I am VILKAS." she said in a startled tone, a rare one for her, it took her a moment for her typical behaviour to return. "Not quite, it seems this mission won't deviate from my typical use in battles, outside of the change to the closed space the illegal laboratory will provide. Well... I do wonder a bit about the nature of these labs..." she vacillated for a moment. "No, I am sorry for my behaviour, it is not my place to wonder about non-vital aspects of the mission. I am ready for deployment."
Now that she was done talking, she really took a moment to observe her superior's outfit. Vilkas really didn't understand fashion, it seemed, and the people who cared about clothing really seemed to have such unusual choices. For the robot who walked with her frame exposed, fancy jackets and hats were really alien, shark themed or not.
Appearance Taller than the average, standing at 1.71m, Arlette has a slender frame, slim enough to look agile but wide enough to not look lanky. Her eyes have a colour close to bright copper and her, often messy, wavy brown hair goes down just past her shoulder. She has noticeably sharp teeth, with fangs.
For clothing, she says she doesn't care much, and while it's true that she doesn't seem to have an interest in fashion or looking tidy she clearly seems to favour a certain style, usually going for boots, loose white clothing with jackets or vests of contrasting darker colours.
Her demeanour is typically confident, she rarely looks uncomfortable with herself unless she is stuck inside a room for too long. She has an intense stare, even when her facial expression is relaxed, though more often than not she looks a bit smug or annoyed.
Soul Appearance Dark red in colour, with a fanged smile and what looks like a hood.
Personality It is said Arlette was raised by wolves, the veracity of that is questionable as she is known to tell tall stories, though from her behaviour you would suspect that might as well be the case.
Simply put, she does what she wants and has the social conventions at the bottom of her priorities, add that to a tendency to say what is in her mind plus a love for teasing and tricking others and you end up with a well-known trouble maker, albeit a cheerful, friendly one, who doesn't see the harm in her taunting and lack of a sense of personal space. In fact, once one crosses her, which is hard to do, all the playfulness stops and she starts to address such people fewer, colder words. It takes a long time to regain her trust once you break it.
She is pretty active, often preferring the outdoors and the touchable practical, and quite brave, even liking to fight in fact, sometimes even bitting more than she can chew. While she has a natural practical 'cleverness' to her, not many would describe her as smart or knowledgeable and she certainly doesn't have grand views on society and the world, just wishing to not be bothered by either, she likes the simple things like eating, fighting and sleeping.
While struggling with teamwork, often because she wants to do things her way, she is also quite protective and loyal, sometimes even described as a 'big sister type', ready to take as many hits as necessary so her allies are safe and often actively making sure they are not going too far or putting themselves in harm's way, which is ironic, considering she is prone to both.
Likes Food Movies Sparring Food Gardens Sunsets Rainy Days Food
Dislikes Clear summer days Orders Control Freaks Homework
Fears Having to get an actual job Seeing someone she cares about harmed
She takes the form of a double bladed glaive, with a variety of branching blades and handles to perform complex attack and defence patterns. Design-wise it has a black and copper colour scheme, the upper blade has a vague semblance to a wolf's head while the lower one has a straight simple shape that resembles a tail. The use of two blades sacrifices the finishing power of a single blade weapon but offers protection and the potential to keep up the pressure on opponents with sudden and constant slashes.
Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills She has good wilderness survival skills and a great sense of direction.
Soul Resonance "The blades shifts in form, gaining a golden glow and growing a bit in size, as the Demon Glaive goes from a focus on control to a focus on attack. When the swing of the weapon happens, the upper half grows massively in size in a burst of energy, as soon as it hits (or is blocked) the lower half repeats the process, allowing for a sneaky second strike of the weapon, finishing in a stylish X shaped cut if both attacks landed."
Extra May add gratuitous french to her sentences, sometimes. Is actually a great chef, she doesn't know why or how, but she is.
Vilkas has a very robotic body, lean and tall in structure, made of a black coloured alloy with white details. Her joints are different from the typical humanoid style to maximize mobility. The most human part of her is her face, which is mostly human minus the antenna.
Name: STP3-CHMR Beta IV "VILKAS"
Combat Role: Close Combat - Light
Data Center: Dostrex - North
Equipment & Gear:
♦ Flight Gear - HTI GEAR delta VII Located in her legs, it uses magnetism and turbines to provide a levitation likeability to Vilkas. + SKL GEAR delta III Located in her wrists, these are auxiliary combustion booster facing, typically used to either gain speed in tandem with the use of HTI or to perform quick combat maneuvers.
♦ Armour - Light Alloy Plating Vilka's body is made of a light alloy that focuses as much on resistance as it does on flexibility. While a bludgeoning hit might break a robot to pieces, Vilkas' body is made so it will resist such impacts by dispersing the stress on the metal. The counter-side to this is the vulnerability to bladed weapons and less defence against heat/laser based weapons.
♦ Weapon - LNC "LAELAPS" I A spearhead weapon using the principles of ultra-resonance, using ultrasonic vibration and searing heat to brandish extreme cutting abilities. It is connected to her body by a flexible tail capable of both powering and manoeuvring it with precision.
♦ Weapon - INU-GM BLADE XV Located at the tip of her feet, this is another bladed weapon, unlike the lance, it is powered by micro-lasers refracting off a crystal core, as to generate less impact when used, as it is directly attached to Vilkas' body.
Personality:
In casual conversation, Vilkas comes off as someone with a contained personality, not exactly shy, but instead very soft-spoken and polite, typically only speaking if she feels it is necessary and avoiding showing too much emotion. However, when in battle, she is a much more focused person, not smiling berserk like some other warriors, but showcasing a level of coldness and rage that can be impressive when compared to her typical collected demeanour.
Due to her background, Vilkas has a very soldier-like mindset. She judges herself by her usefulness to others and will rarely confront others unless she is comfortable with them, or extremely angered by their actions. She is not one to have ambitions or plans and often feels herself alienated from most 'commonplace' actions, thinking herself unfit to have things such as hobbies or general human behaviours.
Background:
Not everyone agrees with the order, that is no secret. A particular scientist believed that the order was too soft, she believed robot emancipation just led to softness, and it would be the creation of increasingly more powerful and mindless robots would lead to victory, she nicknamed that end-project Fenrir, a beast capable of swallowing even gods. Of course, it would take a long time to reach such ideal robots, she had to start small, and one of these small projects, a side project, in fact, was VILKAS. A failed project that didn't meet expectations, but was still functional enough for her to keep around, as a sort of 'maid' to her secret lab, often being berated or outright hurt by her 'master'
As Dostrex became more crowded, it was only a matter of time before the order tracked down the scientist and her unethical practices, with no hope of combat victory, she opted to escape, but not before activating the self-destruction of the base and her 'projects', by luck her own device didn't act up, and upon the capture of the base, VILKAS was taken into the custody of the order, where she was reformed and repurposed as one of the robots fighting the swarm
The battlefield stretched in front of Vilkas, multiple targets moving towards her group, in her mind, the warrior mapped the field, analyzing the behavior of each enemy.
"Field map and enemy positions are now being sent over," she told in a cold tone to her squad leader, continuing to overlook the field until her sensors picked a noise. "Enemy detected, switching from data collection to engagement," she added before jumping away from where she was, as two of the brutish enemies pounced her.
With her flexible boosters, she was able to evade enemies, her weapons heating up and preparing for the melee when... it all vanished, the combat simulation over.
"No, no, no Vil. We have already made this clear, you should not engage enemies alone like this." a voice suddenly said, unplugging a cable from the robot's neck. "You need to follow the orders given."
The robot looked up for a moment, though she lacked hormones as she was not biological, one could easily be fooled to think she was in an adrenaline rush. "R...Right. I am sorry, commander, I was just... foolish." the head of battle sometimes made her too aggressive in her thinking, that was a known issue. "May we run another simulation? I am sure my results will be up to the desired level this time..."
"No. You have been doing this for hours, it is time for you to take a break, there are surely other things you want to do, right?"
"Other... things?" she questioned in a low voice, she didn't understand why leisure breaks were nescessary, after all, she couldn't think of a single thing she wanted to do. She was just a combat robot after all...
I would like just some extra context on a few things, if its fine.
First: Has everyone been introduced to each other? I imagine the old generation knows each other, but has the new gen been properly introduced? I also imagine they can track down the new gen once their artefacts activate? Or is all of the new gen in a "lone vigilante" moment and we will RP them meeting each other and the old gen?
I spent a bit too long looking for pictures and when nothing showed up I decided to make my own, but most character makers online for magical girls weren't that good, so eventually I gave up on a traditional Mahou Shoujo look and settled on using a normal "doll maker" a friend had recommended but gosh was it complex, I didn't even figure out how to take a proper photo on it and ended up forgetting to save my character >_>
Name: Hotaru Rakurai Age: 14 Magical Element: Lightning Championing Artifact: A bell bracelet Gender: Female Generation of Magical girl: New Occupation: Student (Second Year Junior High School) Appearance:
- (Pre-transformation) Hotaru is a slim looking girl, with light brown skin and dark turquoise hair she is a bit taller than the average girl of her age, standing at 1.45m. Her hair is short, and typically a bit messy, and she typically doesn't do anything special with it. Her eyes are a bright shade of cyan and her facial expression is typically a distanced neutral one. For clothes, she is often seen in her uniform, which is a more serious-looking one with a jacket, vest and a necktie, when not she prefers to use t-shirts and shorts, among other types of loose clothing with a bit of a tomboyish style to them. She often wears bracelets, necklaces, preferring traditional string or wood ones over metal, or places her headphones around her neck.
- (Post-transformation) When transformed her hair becomes longer and properly combed, it also gains a bright platinum colour to it, though hints of the original turquoise remain at the tips. Her eyes become actually bright, emitting a soft glow, and even her eyelashes grow a bit. Her clothing, which has a black and teal colour scheme, seems vaguely inspired by ninjas, with a sleek design featuring a scarf, detached sleeves and suspender pants.
Biography/Personality: Hotaru was born in the southern part of the country in a small town and has only recently moved to the city. Her mother thinks that because of this she has been alienated from her classmates, and even suspects bullying, but that isn't the truth. She is popular in her class, as a confident-looking exchange student who does well in sports and other extracurricular activies, Hotaru was quickly labelled "cool" by her classmates and would easily make friends if she wished to, but she doesn't, she often avoids things that she feels are 'bothersome' and that includes most people. She hates the idea of schedules and obligations out of her control, she has a tendency to get lost in whatever she is focusing on at the moment and tends to take annoyance at whatever brings her back to reality.
Even back in her hometown, she was always a quiet child, who needed to be dragged along by her friends, though in a small village by the ocean kids were much more straightforward with anyone of their age and wouldn't allow Hotaru to isolate herself, eventually learning that she appreciated their company more than she would tell them. The kids often saying she acted like a cat, which became a bit of a nickname back then.
Beyond that and the recent change from a peaceful town to a much bigger, noisier city, she had a normal life, her grades were nice, she participated in the tracking team and in the baseball team and spent most of her allowance money on music devices, CDs and tickets for shows. Of course, all that changed one day, when she found a weird-looking bell bracelet in an old chest that belonged to her grandma, though she never had seen her grandma with such an object before. It had a spark of energy to it which was both uncanny and captivating,
Name: Rin Ishiyama Age: 31 Magical Element: Metal Championing Artifact: A single glove Gender: Female Generation of Magical girl: Elder Guardian Occupation: Waitress / Baker
Appearance:
-Pre-transformation In her civilian form Rin is a short woman with wavy brown hair going down to her neck, typically accompanied by a beret or other type of soft-looking hat when she is not at work, where she has to wear an specific uniform. -Post-transformation The transformation makes her a bit taller, her hair getting straighter but being placed in a complex hairdo, her eyes also gain a honey-like colour. Based on a baker's outfit, with a chef's hat and an apron, the orange colour coded uniform gives a feeling of softness and sweetness that might not match how hard her magical, bow-decorated, kitchen utensils can hit.
Biography/Personality: Rin had a pretty normal early life, she was an average girl with an average family. A happy-go-lucky girl, not exactly shy but very polite and not one to approach others by her own will, very dedicated at whatever she did and one who liked to keep things neat and organized. Like most girls of her time, she liked to watch magical girl shows, though her favourite shows were the more whimsical ones, once a certain show popularized the concept of teams of magical girl soldiers, she lost interest.
Ironically, she found herself chosen to be a magical girl soldier, and although she had her small defiances here and there, typically by being extra silly in her power usage, she still dedicated all of her time to it. Perhaps too much, sacrificing much of her daily life, her school grades and many personal relationships so she could be out and about patrolling the streets. She didn't land any job like the ones she wanted, ending up working as a waitress in a small bakery near her home and selling her own pastries in the weekends, living in a small house with not many friends outside of other magical girls and even those...
Time always moves forward, and as much as her cheery personality conceals it, there is clearly some reluctance on her part when it comes to passing on the torch and accepting her diminishing skills, after all, once the torch is gone, will she, the one who spent so much of her time on this, be left in the dark?
Name: Hotaru Rakurai Age: 14 Magical Element: Lightning Championing Artifact: A bell bracelet Gender: Female Generation of Magical girl: New Occupation: Student (Second Year Junior High School) Appearance:
- (Pre-transformation) Hotaru is a slim looking girl, with light brown skin and dark turquoise hair she is a bit taller than the average girl of her age, standing at 1.45m. Her hair is short, and typically a bit messy, and she typically doesn't do anything special with it. Her eyes are a bright shade of cyan and her facial expression is typically a distanced neutral one. For clothes, she is often seen in her uniform, which is a more serious-looking one with a jacket, vest and a necktie, when not she prefers to use t-shirts and shorts, among other types of loose clothing with a bit of a tomboyish style to them. She often wears bracelets, necklaces, preferring traditional string or wood ones over metal, or places her headphones around her neck.
- (Post-transformation) When transformed her hair becomes longer and properly combed, it also gains a bright platinum colour to it, though hints of the original turquoise remain at the tips. Her eyes become actually bright, emitting a soft glow, and even her eyelashes grow a bit. Her clothing, which has a black and teal colour scheme, seems vaguely inspired by ninjas, with a sleek design featuring a scarf, detached sleeves and suspender pants.
Biography/Personality: Hotaru was born in the southern part of the country in a small town and has only recently moved to the city. Her mother thinks that because of this she has been alienated from her classmates, and even suspects bullying, but that isn't the truth. She is popular in her class, as a confident-looking exchange student who does well in sports and other extracurricular activies, Hotaru was quickly labelled "cool" by her classmates and would easily make friends if she wished to, but she doesn't, she often avoids things that she feels are 'bothersome' and that includes most people. She hates the idea of schedules and obligations out of her control, she has a tendency to get lost in whatever she is focusing on at the moment and tends to take annoyance at whatever brings her back to reality.
Even back in her hometown, she was always a quiet child, who needed to be dragged along by her friends, though in a small village by the ocean kids were much more straightforward with anyone of their age and wouldn't allow Hotaru to isolate herself, eventually learning that she appreciated their company more than she would tell them. The kids often saying she acted like a cat, which became a bit of a nickname back then.
Beyond that and the recent change from a peaceful town to a much bigger, noisier city, she had a normal life, her grades were nice, she participated in the tracking team and in the baseball team and spent most of her allowance money on music devices, CDs and tickets for shows. Of course, all that changed one day, when she found a weird-looking bell bracelet in an old chest that belonged to her grandma, though she never had seen her grandma with such an object before. It had a spark of energy to it which was both uncanny and captivating,
I have a few ideas for newcomers and I am still trying to decide which one best fits the RP, here is my elder magical girl though.
Name: Rin Ishiyama Age: 31 Magical Element: Metal Championing Artifact: A single glove Gender: Female Generation of Magical girl: Elder Guardian Occupation: Waitress / Baker
Appearance:
-Pre-transformation In her civilian form, Rin is a short woman with wavy brown hair going down to her neck, typically accompanied by a beret or other type of soft-looking hat should she not be on the uniform she uses when working for a local bakery. -Post-transformation The transformation makes her a bit taller, her hair getting straighter but being placed in a complex hairdo, her eyes also gain a honey-like colour. Based on a baker's outfit, with a chef's hat and an apron, the orange colour coded uniform gives a feeling of softness and sweetness that might not match how hard her magical, bow-decorated, kitchen utensils can hit.
Biography/Personality: Rin had a pretty normal early life, she was an average girl with an average family. A happy-go-lucky girl, not exactly shy but very polite and not one to approach others by her own will, very dedicated at whatever she did and one who liked to keep things neat and organized. Like most girls of her time, she liked to watch magical girl shows. Though her favourite shows were the more whimsical ones, once a certain show popularized the concept of teams of magical girl soldiers, she lost interest.
Ironically, she found herself chosen to be a magical girl soldier, and although she had her small defiances here and there, typically by being extra silly in her power usage, she still dedicated all of her time to it. Perhaps too much, sacrificing much of her daily life, her school grades and many personal relationships so she could be out and about patrolling the streets. She didn't land any job like the ones she wanted, ending up working as a waitress in a small bakery near her home and selling her own pastries in the weekends, living in a small house with not many friends outside of other magical girls and even those...
Time always moves forward, and as much as her cheery personality conceals it, there is clearly some reluctance on her part on passing on the torch and accept her diminishing skills, after all, once the torch is gone, will she, the one who spent so much of her time on this, be left in the dark?
Question, how "raw" should elemental powers be? Like, not what I am thinking of doing, but should fire powers be raw elemental burst of flame / lava or could it be something like, the creation of a fire lance / whip or the ability to throw fireworks and the like?
