Cinderella Man

Date A Live - Alternate

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The Family Business

CS

Name: Sharon "Sherry" Koshke
Concept: Man-Made Disaster Walking
Role: Hero/Adventurer
Age: 18
Sex and Orientation: Female, into men specifically.
Appearance: Sharon has pale white skin with vibrant, glowing green eyes that shine no matter what time of day it is. She has long, bright red hair which she wears down that she styles so that it covers one side of her face, which has a large, jagged scar across it. She's got a slightly upturned button-like nose, and lips with the slightest hint of pout. The most makeup she can usually be found wearing would be a sort of lilac colored eye-shadow to draw more attention to her face. Her body doesn't have the curves she'd wish it to, actually being more thin and lithe. Not devoid of curves, but they aren't highly pronounced. She stands at around 5'5" and weighs 128.7 lbs.
Personality: Sharon's odd. She has a tendency to speak in fragments, looks over her shoulder twice whenever she feels like someone's going to sneak up on her, and always locks doors behind her, no matter how hard she tries to break the habit. Sherry's a nervous wreck, literal seconds away from a mental breakdown from fear. Okay, a slight exaggeration, but she's not exactly all there. She's kind, she's sweet, but she's quiet and doesn't like to talk to strangers and generally detests perverts or general romance. Intelligent, but with low common sense. It typically seems like she's never telling someone the full story when she explains something.
Background:Sharon had limited social interactions, specifically with female figures due to the lack of her mother being around to support her. Because of this, most of the time that she spent with people was spent with her father, who was a mentor to her. He knew at an early age that Sharon was going to have powers and, when he felt she was of age, he decided that he would train her to use them more properly. The training ran smoothly until one day, when Sharon wasn't feeling up to par, her abilities went out of whack and essentially killed her father. She was never the same afterwards but maintained her training to honor his memory.
Skills: Sharon's body is a nuclear reactor, kind of*. She's good at devising strategies, but she's no good when they fail and she has to work under pressure. She's completely oblivious to romantic implication, or innuendo. Good at sneaking.
Equipment: She wears light leather armor with all kinds of straps and a hood on it. Accented with green. She keeps a dagger** bound to her waist that she uses in close combat.
Parent: A mutated hero, Devon(none, deceased).
Inheritance: *Through the combination of the genes of a sorceress and a metahuman, Sharon inherited the ability to create explosive green energy that typically manifests itself as fire. She can manipulate it to make fire lassos and such, and an use the fire itself to fly when she concentrates. Unfortunately, she has to recharge after using it for too long. If she's pierced through the heart, she WILL explode.
**Her father, before his death, imbued a brilliantly forged dagger with some of his strength and gave it to her. The dagger has innate fire abilities that she has yet to figure out how to use them.
Notes: Afraid of ducks.
Loves honey to the point of carrying around some when she gets hungry.

Finally finished. o~o

Internet Hack: Drive

I'll post up the CS when we get a bit more interest.

Internet Hack: Drive

Imagine a world where the internet is a completely interactive service, where you're capable of uploading your conscience into data and walking through the internet itself, which resembles our world greatly. Sites like Amazon are like real life shopping, input your credit card number or a gift card and you can take your item. Forums are like Roman forums, full of livelihood, arguments, and talking. How is this all possible? The Central Matrix, the machine that authorizes scanners, the machines that allow people to enter the Internet physically, regulates the amount of power everyone has over the world they're in, rarely permitting more than an ounce of power to most normal people. This is where you come in. The characters in this RP, randomly, during their everyday lives, receive a random email and a packet of files. They are instructed to take these files, load them into the scanner, and enter. Upon encountering the sender of the emails, they find out that he's looking for help stealing something precious that can only be gotten through the Internet. And, whether they like it or not, they are all now labelled as hackers by the system, able to manipulate the internet to their liking.
How will you use this power? That's up to you.

Digimon Tamers: World of Stone

Name: Sirah
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Sirah has bleached pink-ish hair, which she styles over one shoulder most often. A brown bandanna is wrapped around the front, tilted upwards, tied into a knot just below the area of her ears. Her eyes match the color of her hair, which are quite vivid and see sharply, which causes quite a few to be disturbed by her stare. Her lips are quite typically curled into a wry smile and are typically the same color as her hair and eyes. She has a tendency to match. She's got slightly tanned peach colored skin, and pierced ears. She wears one large glowing pink star earring. Sirah's typical apparel is a nice black shirt which has a low collar and tends to be very loose. Depending on the situation, she'll either wear black skinny jeans or a short black skirt to go with said shirt. She has a rather copious bust size and shows a generous amount of cleavage. She has a tattoo along her collar and shoulder that reads "PixivID445992" as a reference to her dead parent's artist ID.
Weapon: Nest of Bees
D-Power colors: Pink and fushia
Biography: Sirah's life was never exactly torture. Her parents were very into the arts, being a musician and a sculptor, and pushed her to broaden her horizons and to enjoy life. She grew up a very odd and creative girl, tending to create odd paintings and drawings and suggest odd ideas to those around her. And of course, at times, she was a bit too crazy and got into a dash of trouble, but nothing too difficult ever really strayed her way. Unfortunately, that all changed the day that one of her fathers died. Upon this occurrence, her dad became distraught and went into drinking, generally throwing his life into the gutter. He became verbally abusive towards Sirah, and at times, physically as well. But she never let that show on her face. When with friends and at school, she smiled and smiled, to keep the feelings in. After all, the greatest mask an artist can create is one of their feelings.
Partner: Ketomon, Hopmon, Monodramon, Devidramon

Species: Monodramon
Level: Rookie, but he's capable of going Champion
Attacks: Cracking Bite (Crack Bite): Bites the opponent, fragmenting their data and collapsing them into malfunction based on where they were bitten.
Beat Knuckle: Assaults with earth-shattering force and wallops the opponent with its powerful claws.
Appearance:
Type: Dramon
Families: Dragon's Roar
Attribute: Vaccine

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Appearance:

Typical Look

Clothing usually worn: As little as she can possibly afford to. During her performances, Sierra can be found with very skimpy clothing, typically a robe that reveals her back and a modest amount of cleavage. When she feels that she can afford to be less flashy, she dons many fancy dresses of several kinds that she's lugged around with her for a while.
Anything different from appearance than what is seen above: Sharp canine teeth, red eyes.
Name: Sierra Altrouise de Ramvere III
Title: Sierra of the Crimson Waltz
Gender: Female
Age: Around 27-30, she never says for sure.
Country of Origin: Born in Spain, but her lineage is mostly Dutch.
Race: Witch
Siphon: Blood. Specifically the blood of an unfaithful male.
Magic: Hypnotic suggestion. Sierra herself cannot command, or make anyone do something that they don't want to do against their will. However, what she CAN do is get inside their head, and plant little suggestions, ideas, seeds. The point is that the person they're planted into passes over the seed mentally, and has an idea they believe is theirs that she can have benefit her, them, or anyone around them. However, she cannot plant something completely out of character for that person, or the seed itself will die. She can't make an overly innocent little girl turn into a murderer. Most of the time, this does not work due to the mind purging the seeds, but on the occasions that it does indeed work, it's mostly for her own advantage.
Skills: Cooking some rather exquisite dishes
Rather good at convincing people to do things for her
Skilled in fencing
Personality: Flirtatious, loose, kind, two-faced, and cunning.
History: She rarely refers to it.
Caravan Duties: Sierra does her best to act as a sort of den-mother, trying her best to keep arguments and issues to a minimum. Dancing for the entertainment of others would be her main priority.
Theme song:

Maneater

Loves: Azga, teasing people, reading, practicing her magic.
Likes: Performing, warm tea with a drop of honey, new clothes.
Dislikes: The sound of insects during silence, cold tea, people who are overly eager.
Hates: Pretentious people, people who can't take a compliment, intense heat.

Glass

A Witch in Salem!: Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Black magic, gypsies, and the church is your enemy? Count me in.

(Touhou inspired) flying around, shooting magic, and awesome explosions!

Highly interested here! I'm always up for anything Touhou inspired, so sign me up. :3

I Lost the Spirit - A Danny Phantom RP

Sorry there, we're trying to get this running but my co-GM disappeared for quite a while for some theatrical stuff. The RP should be taking off soon. (Meaning when he posts. >.>)

I Lost the Spirit - A Danny Phantom RP

Marquis stood near the machine, a camera held onto his neck by a lanyard and a sketchbook in his right hand. "Oh. Hello Baren." He said quite calmly, providing a polite wave with his right hand before returning his attention to the object that he had come to study only a few minutes ago. "To answer your question, it's been quite adequate, although I must say, the buzz surrounding this thing is insurmountable. Getting quite annoying, if I do say so myself." He shook his head a little bit at the thought of all of the chatter that he'd heard about the machine itself. "I understand that "scientists" say that it's supposed to be some stupid portal to another dimension, or something like that, but I think it's bunk. This entire museum is bunk, if you ask me. I'm only here because the flood of people here allows me to do a lot of onsite sketching and things like that."

He fumbled with a knob on his camera as he returned his gaze to his acquaintance. "I assume you're here to smoke the remains of the burning bush's descendants, to which I say, power to you "brother."" After this sentence left his being, he went silent again so as to let Mark retaliate. Although he had sort of rambled off quite a bit.