ChickenTeriyaki

Boku no Hero: Hands-On Experience

@Prewiga

I'm Filipino too.

:D :D :D :D :D

YOWL: a worldbuild collaboration

-1-

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The sky was painted in a variety of shades of lilac and purple. The lake glimmered constantly, as if it was beckoning for a lost acquaintance. Beyond the lake lay a castle, which overlooked the entire landscape. The castle was abandoned, its numerous facilities probably lined with neatly-woven cobwebs. A small light flickered from one of the many windows of the palace, while a thick and uncompromising fog obstructed the view of the castle. A hooded traveler walked the patch of land that was separated from the castle by the ever-flowing river. A tall post lantern failed to illuminate the nearby forest, which seemed to be engulfed by the unending darkness.

The traveler sat beside the post lantern, staring across the river. Behind her was an assortment of trees, all sporting barks that were colored in a shade of dark purple. Many other travelers talked about the creatures that would roam the forest at night. Few brave people ventured into the forest, only to leave a mangled corpse behind. Whenever the forest got into the way of a plotted travel path, the path would be altered immediately. Nobody would dare cross Owenshook Forest.

The traveler sat on the grass, pondering to herself. The darkness threatened to invoke fear within her. Stories of the horrid creatures that roamed the forest at night. Devious monstrosities that waited patiently to devour anybody who dared to trespass their territories. The shedding of blood and the shattering of sanities.

But she did not fear anything.

She was sick of having to feel scared. Fear was very common in where she lived, and she was tired of having to pay respect to the authorities. She wanted to be as free as a bird, flying across the boundaries that separated the nations of the world. She continued to think to herself as she sat on the grass. Her companion, a small cat, climbed up on her lap. It was not a mere cat, for she projected it onto the material plane using her very imagination. The cat had gained a conscience of its own, unraveling its own wisdom.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"I'm used to keeping secrets. I have long figured out the true nature of my homeland, and I fear that it is beyond saving."

"Not exactly."


Just then, a shadow began to enlargen. The shadow of a slender but tall man covered the traveler in what would be fear and wariness. The mysterious figure's very presence made the air colder. However, our traveler did not feel negatively affected by the sensation. She welcomed the coldness, and she anticipated the strange man's introduction.

"Oh, hello traveler. I do not get visitors very often."


The traveler turned her head backwards to be greeted by a man wearing a robe. He wore a strangely-designed mask resembling the skull of an exotic animal. The man leaned on a staff, which had a texture that resembled the dark-hued trees that surrounded the masked stranger. A crystal was embedded onto the top of the staff, which acted as a source of light at the moment.

"Many people here fear me for my unfathomable power and skill in the dark arts. Only such a person would approach me without fear."

"I have been bathed in fear since my birth. I have grown tired of it, and so I have set out to quench my need for adventure."

"Very well. What do you come for?"

"I need a place to stay for the night. When the sun rises, I shall set out on a journey."

"That would be fine with me. There is only one thing that I must ask you. You see, I am a necromancer. I have embarked on the quest for absolute power, and I have attained it. Nowadays, nobody understands me, and nobody would want to have anything to do with me. Why do you put your trust in me, despite my mysterious figure?"

"I can see what lies in your heart. You long for company. You regret your shortcomings. One day, you will fathom to these faults in your heart, and nothing will be left of you. It would be my pleasure to accompany you in your last moments."


The necromancer nodded sadly. Soon, he would succumb to his power. Despite his knowledge in the dark arts and occult rituals, he did not know what would become of him. He had mapped out many possibilities. He might become a Reaper, devoid of any empathy, who set out to reap the souls of the fallen. He might also become a Lich, immortal and with the whole world for himself to explore, or conquer. He did not really know what he should do at his final hour. All this he thought to himself as he led the traveler to his small hut, located within the depths of the haunted forest. They soon reached the necromancer's humble domain.

"Good night."

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A young girl woke up in her bed. She was stuck again in her own room. Her bed was neatly stationed beside her worktable, and a couple of papers where attached to a foam board hanging on the wall. Everything was in black and white, and it strained her eyes.

"Ari, it's time for breakfast!"

"I'm coming!"

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Boku no Hero: Hands-On Experience

@Tominas
Y'all need variety!

Elpoy Diaz

"Fresh prom da Philippines!!!!!!!!"

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Gender: Male

Age: 16

Personality
Elpoy does not actually aim to become a professional hero. He simply wants to help his family escape poverty. Elpoy may seem laid-back at first glance, but he is surprisingly very hardworking. Aside from that, he is quick witted and hardy. He does not complain no matter what, and he even turns down help that is offered to him. He also feels uneasy when surrounded by pretty women.

Elpoy's defining feature is that he likes to speak "Ingrish" in his weird Filipino accent. He does fully understand the language, but his accent just...hampers it.

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The Story

boring story do not read

Elpoy Diaz was born in some unidentified slum in the Filipino city of Manila. His father, Armando Diaz,
was a construction worker who lived on pan de sal and instant coffee. His mother, Victorina Diaz, was a housewife who looked after the house while his father would do his work. He lived a humble life, and he studied his way into high school.

Elpoy discovered his quirk at a young age. His father, who had a similar quirk, helped Elpoy develop his talent. Soon, Elpoy would help his father in construction work. He never thought of being a hero, since he did not want all the publicity that the actors and politicians would get. He wanted to become an engineer at first, so that he could design buildings and landmarks.

Elpoy's father soon found work in the the USA. He worked at a grocery store, and earned significantly more from his new job. Elpoy was pressured to get used to speaking the English language, but he got used to it. Elpoy lived a quiet life until one fateful day.

One day, Elpoy was bullied by a gang of teenage deliquents for having such a ridiculous accent. He got into a street fight, and he defeated the entire gang of unwary teenagers by storm. Some guy who worked for the academy noticed Elpoy's great talent. He introduced himself as Antonino De Jesus, a janitor at the facility. He referred Elpoy to a prestigious hero program located in New York City. Elpoy's parents were excited, since they were at the verge of escaping poverty. Elpoy was reluctantly sent to the academy at his parents' request.

Sure, he did not want all the publicity, but he swore that he would get his family out of poverty. From there, his journey started.

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Quirk: "Structural Manipulation"
My own take on Edward Elric's ability. Ever heard of Fullmetal Alchemist?

When Elpoy comes into contact with a solid object, he may manipulate its structure. For example, he can cause a solid wall of concrete to grow spikes or shapeshift into the guise of a giraffe with much focus.

Elpoy does this simply by emitting some sort of vibrant energy in the solid object. When he is in contact with the object, he can run the energy through it, and transfer it to other solid objects that are attached or simply placed near the primary object. When the energy reaches a certain point or location in the object, Elpoy will be able to manipulate it at will.

A major drawback to his quirk is that solid objects are bound by the Law of Conservation of Mass, and Elpoy can not create things out of thin air. The quirk does not have limits, but Elpoy himself does. He can project walls out of the floor of a basketball court, but he cannot terraform the entire building without using an inhuman amount of effort. Still, Elpoy's quirk leaves lots of room for improvisation, and he can use it in many ways whether he is in combat or not.

Talents and Skills

• Elpoy possesses high spatial intelligence. This helps him handle his ability with ease. It also gives him a good sense of direction.
• When Elpoy is faced with close-quarters combat, he resorts to an improvised version of Arnis.
• Elpoy has been hardened by poverty. He is spendthrifty, and he can endure hunger and exposure to the elements.
• Elpoy is talented at MOBA and FPS games.

Disclaimer: Filipinos are actually good at speaking English. Elpoy's weird accent is present merely for comedic purposes.

Boku no Hero: Hands-On Experience

@Tominas

Does the quirk have to be original?

Knighthood (Closed)

@Rockin StringsNot all Knights are fighters

@Themerlinhawk

@Rockin Strings Merlin's right. Abbadon's proficiency in enchanting would make him a great addition to the Order of Steel.

Also, in The Lost Heir 2: Forging A Kingdom, there's this class called the Arcane Tatooist. He/She can give people tatoos that grant them buffs, such as extra strength, endurance, agility, and even wealth. Maybe you could give that a shot.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

100

YOWL: a worldbuild collaboration

-1-

---

The sky was painted in a variety of shades of lilac and purple. The lake glimmered constantly, as if it was beckoning for a lost acquaintance. Beyond the lake lay a castle, which overlooked the entire landscape. The castle was abandoned, its numerous facilities probably lined with neatly-woven cobwebs. A small light flickered from one of the many windows of the palace, while a thick and uncompromising fog obstructed the view of the castle. A hooded traveler walked the patch of land that was separated from the castle by the ever-flowing river. A tall post lantern failed to illuminate the nearby forest, which seemed to be engulfed by the unending darkness.

The traveler sat beside the post lantern, staring across the river. Behind her was an assortment of trees, all sporting barks that were colored in a shade of dark purple. Many other travelers talked about the creatures that would roam the forest at night. Few brave people ventured into the forest, only to leave a mangled corpse behind. Whenever the forest got into the way of a plotted travel path, the path would be altered immediately. Nobody would dare cross Owenshook Forest.

The traveler sat on the grass, pondering to herself. The darkness threatened to invoke fear within her. Stories of the horrid creatures that roamed the forest at night. Devious monstrosities that waited patiently to devour anybody who dared to trespass their territories. The shedding of blood and the shattering of sanities.

But she did not fear anything.

She was sick of having to feel scared. Fear was very common in where she lived, and she was tired of having to pay respect to the authorities. She wanted to be as free as a bird, flying across the boundaries that separated the nations of the world. She continued to think to herself as she sat on the grass. Her companion, a small cat, climbed up on her lap. It was not a mere cat, for she projected it onto the material plane using her very imagination. The cat had gained a conscience of its own, unraveling its own wisdom.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"I'm used to keeping secrets. I have long figured out the true nature of my homeland, and I fear that it is beyond saving."

"Not exactly."

Just then, a shadow began to enlargen. The shadow of a slender but tall man covered the traveler in what would be fear and wariness. The mysterious figure's very presence made the air colder. However, our traveler did not feel negatively affected by the sensation. She welcomed the coldness, and she anticipated the strange man's introduction.

"Oh, hello traveler. I do not get visitors very often."

The traveler turned her head backwards to be greeted by a man wearing a robe. He wore a strangely-designed mask resembling the skull of an exotic animal. The man leaned on a staff, which had a texture that resembled the dark-hued trees that surrounded the masked stranger. A crystal was embedded onto the top of the staff, which acted as a source of light at the moment.

"Many people here fear me for my unfathomable power and skill in the dark arts. Only such a person would approach me without fear."

"I have been bathed in fear since my birth. I have grown tired of it, and so I have set out to quench my need for adventure."

"Very well. What do you come for?"

"I need a place to stay for the night. When the sun rises, I shall set out on a journey."

"That would be fine with me. There is only one thing that I must ask you. You see, I am a necromancer. I have embarked on the quest for absolute power, and I have attained it. Nowadays, nobody understands me, and nobody would want to have anything to do with me. Why do you put your trust in me, despite my mysterious figure?"

"I can see what lies in your heart. You long for company. You regret your shortcomings. One day, you will fathom to these faults in your heart, and nothing will be left of you. It would be my pleasure to accompany you in your last moments."

The necromancer nodded sadly. Soon, he would succumb to his power. Despite his knowledge in the dark arts and occult rituals, he did not know what would become of him. He had mapped out many possibilities. He might become a Reaper, devoid of any empathy, who set out to reap the souls of the fallen. He might also become a Lich, immortal and with the whole world for himself to explore, or conquer. He did not really know what he should do at his final hour. All this he thought to himself as he led the traveler to his small hut, located within the depths of the haunted forest. They soon reached the necromancer's humble domain.

"Good night."

---

A young girl woke up in her bed. She was stuck again in her own room. Her bed was neatly stationed beside her worktable, and a couple of papers where attached to a foam board hanging on the wall. Everything was in black and white, and it strained her eyes.

"Ari, it's time for breakfast!"

"I'm coming!"

---

@Mokley Oh great, there's some OneShot in it too. Who doesn't find underaged children cute?
EDIT: Tons of grammar fixes

Knighthood (Closed)

Nathan's workmate

Michael Solis

"The Brazen-Faced Timekeeper"

Indians are beautiful. Extra points if you can identify the actor.

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Age: 45

Rank: Knight
(NOTE: Michael has actually worked for the Tower longer than Nathan has. He's just lazy.)

Race: Human

Appearance:
Michael usually wears his jacket, along with matching sunglasses. He also wears scarves. He likes scarves. It is rumored that he actually has a fetish towards them.

He is incredibly sexy, and he has a breath-taking six-pack.

Oh god was that even necessary

Personality
Michael is cool. Very cool.

He has an unhealthy habit of performing "rad motorcycle trickz", such as riding his motorbike right into bars just for the sake of hooking up the pretty ladies. He likes to slack a lot, and he considers riding his motorbike around town as "patrolling". He never gets serious, and he will maintain his brazen smile even in the middle of the battlefield. People often pass him off as a dickhead.

Well, he actually does get serious sometimes. However, that doesn't change the fact that he does things recklessly.

ooh hot

Will Level: Greater

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THE STORY SO FAR...

Michael was raised in the Nexus, one of Faros' churches. He grew up in isolation, and he would usually play by himself with his father's broadsword. He learned to use the sword at an early age, as his father decided to train him so that he could stop hacking into the oak tree situated near the door of their house.

Soon enough, Michael would enter the city. He would get into street fights often, and then emerge victorious simply by using a plunger/spatula/crowbar/whatever as a sword. His talent caught the attention of many, and his parents decided to school him in swordsmanship.

Eventually, Michael emerged as a fully-fledged Knight. He still visits the Nexus on weekends. Nothing much more.

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Magic

• Time Bending: Michael, as a follower of Faros, can control the very flow of time. He can either slow down or quicken time, although he almost never does the latter. He can do this with ease, as he has a Greater will level. This is the only magic he uses, though.

Tech

• Twin Dragons
  When you can't choose between a sword and a gun, you go with both!
  These twin gunblades were forged exclusively for Michael by the town blacksmith. They run on plasma rounds.
  
• Graphene Jacket
  Very cool jacket.
  
  "Where did he even get this?"

  One day, a small contingent of soldiers under the Order of Blades got into a fight with a battalion of Stygian Blade swordsmen. The battle was intense, and only a few soldiers remained. In the end, the Stygian Blade retreated.
  
  Michael got this jacket from one of the fallen soldiers.
  
  The jacket itself is fortified with graphene, making it elastic yet very protective and durable. Michael wears protective plates on his pants to match it.
  
  • The compartment located on the part wherein the chest would fit is embedded with runes. This part is wired to Michael's armband, which sports a button. When the button is pressed, Michael can project his internal energy into it. This materializes a shock-absorbing Void Shield, which can be used to deliberately block attacks. Nathan, Michael's friend workmate crafted it for him as a prototype.
  
  
• Motorbike
  
  vroom vroom

Skills

• Swordsmanship Skillz: Michael is very skilled in the art of swordsmanship. He has been fascinated with the way of the blade since his childhood.
• Marksmanship Skillz: Michael's accuracy is not exemplary, but it fits a standard soldier.
• Kung Fu Skillz
  
  nuff' said
• Michael, having fought in the streets, understands how to play dirty. He can improvise many things as weapons.
• Very Seductive Body This is going overboard

God Relations

• Faros: Michael has been bonded to him since childhood, due to being raised by his clerics. Nobody can tell if Faros himself is disappointed in him, but it is very likely. Nonetheless, Michael is his servant, for he is tasked to prevents people from delving too deeply into the future.

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Theme Song

Knighthood (Closed)

@ChickenTeriyakiLooks fine to me, given that I take it he is meant to play as a periodic addition?

@Themerlinhawk

The concept is that Nathan takes his job seriously and is a responsible worker, while Michael is lazy and a slacker. Given the fact that they only got Nathan to go on the mission, Michael will probably be ecstatic.

With that said, my part of the story might revolve more around Nathan, while Michael's almost nonexistent schedule gets him to interact with other characters more often.

YOWL: a worldbuild collaboration

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In an unidentified corner of the massive world lies a city dominantly known as Loris City. In the city, all activity is quiet and uninterrupted. Creativity is a rare concept, as not a trace of it is to be found in the city.

Creativity, you say?

In the city of Loris, creativity does not even exist. The unexpecting citizens do not believe there to be more to their daily lives, as they perform their daily tasks robotically. Art, music, and sports are unheard of, as if they are meaningless words from a foreign language from a land never to be heard of. The very concept of these artistic pursuits does not make sense to the Lorisian citizen. During the very founding days of Loris City, citizens were conditioned into thinking that there would be nothing beyond the city itself. Soon, as Loris' population rose, the Ruse produced by such a way of thinking became more and more powerful. Soon enough, the Lorisian citizen would not be able to grasp the very concept of such outlandish concepts, should a wayward traveler attempt to introduce them. Curiosity is considered as the deadliest of vices to ever be possessed by a Lorisian Citizen.

Unfortunately, no such traveler would be able to enter. Loris City is protected by its ever expanding boundaries. At the edge of the boundary sits the Gatekeepers. These individuals possess immense power. It was said that one of them could wipe out the entire Lorisian civilization. The Gatekeepers guarded the boundaries with ease, and it was not in the mindset of the Lorisian citizen to trespass the boundaries. In fact, none of them even thought of doing it.

However, the Lorisian people did have mythology. They believed in the Reaper, one who would bring death to those who did not fulfill their daily duties. The very thought of the Reaper struck fear into the heart of every citizen.

Fear.

Fear was the only emotion that a Lorisian citizen would ever get to feel. Fear from the authorities. Fear from the reaper. Such fear and lack of curiosity gave power to the Ruse that made artistic pursuits nonexistent for the Lorisian citizen. Progress, as the authorities dubbed it, was uncapped. The population grew, and the boundaries expanded.

Welcome to Loris City.

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A businessman sit behind his table. He wore a tuxedo on top of his white polo shirt, along with a pair of black pants and black shoes; His office uniform. Everyday, he wake up, have breakfast, and walk up to his office. In his room, beside his desk, there was a large window. From there, he would see several people working in the production of bread. Sandwiches were the common staple for a citizen, and they tasted the same always.

Just then, the man heard a knock on the door. No, not a knock, but a series of knocks. The knock was monotonous and repetitive, somehow resembling the man's daily life. The man walked up to the door and opened it, revealing the guise of a fine gentleman. His clothes were identical to that of the businessman's, except that he wore a hat and was carrying a suitcase. The gentleman began to speak.

"Good evening, Bob Meyer."

"Good evening sir. Have you come to check on our daily quota?"

"I do not care for such trivial things, my friend. Such a statistic only plays a small part in the request of my client, who holds me with great esteem. I have much more important business to accomplish here, Bob Meyer."

"That is reassuring to me, sir. May I please request your name?"

The gentleman smiled, revealing an assortment of wrinkles that defined a deftly-crafted disguise. Indeed, the gentleman had much more to do, for his duty was more important than Bob Meyer's was.

"They call me The Reaper "

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The following day, the name Bob Meyer would be found on a large list placed on a wall located in the City Hall. It read:

LIST OF DECEASED CITIZENS AS OF FRIDAY, JUNE 117

Similarly, another man who went by the name of Counselor Mark Awanson would be in the middle of a phone call.

"Excellent work. Soon, we will be working hand in hand in order to terraform the very world as we see it."

"Indeed. I used to believe that such a mutual pact to be painstaking to make, but seeing that we both reap the rewards from our work, I choose to believe that we are receiving the rewards of our work accordingly."

"You've been very productive over the past few weeks, sir. I accolade you."

"My pleasure."

Counselor Mark Awanson hung up. A slight smile spread across his face. He was very pleased by the current flow of events.

Meanwhile, a young girl lay asleep in bed.


Far, far away, a hooded traveler walked the hills. A necklace dangled from her neck, as it glowed a vibrant blue. The traveler was surrounded by a vibrant palette of colors, although she did not give them much notice. She then turned towards her companion, who happened to be a towering stone golem.

"I've sure missed out on a lot, haven't I?"

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