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The Crow's Test

Love Live! Mirage

A story of school idols coming together for a blindingly brilliant performance

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Background

The School Idol scene in Japan is at its height, with the Love Live championship reaching a fever pitch. The Karasugadai School Idol Club, comprised of mainly third-year students, had a legendary performance that won Karasugadai's first Love Live championship. However, at the start of the new school year, the School Idol Club is in danger of being disbanded. The only remaining member has resigned as an idol after winning Love Live, and if no students step up to reform the club, Karasugadai's shining moment may never be repeated.

Your character, whether they were a first year attracted to Karasugadai because of the school idol club's achievement, or a third year who ignites a newfound passion for performance art through school idol activities, will be a part of the group that saves the club from disbanding.

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So what's this about?

This RP takes place at a fictional girl's school in the fringes of the Tokyo Metropolis, Karasugadai Girl's High School. Karasugadai had a history of a strong arts program, but only recently gained popularity with school idol fans due to a dark horse idol unit sweeping the Love Live championship and then dissolving soon afterwards.

This RP takes place the school year after this legendary performance. The PCs will be tasked with saving the Karasugadai School Idol Club, and ultimately trying to perform in events ultimately leading to the Love Live championship itself. The focus of the RP will primarily be on the idols coming together as a club for the first arc, so characters may not even start as idols - but obviously they should have some kind of reason to join.

There isn't any continuity with existing Love Live series, other than there being a Love Live competition that every school idol aspires to win. I would say that the themes and tone of previous Love Live series are what I would like to use as a model.

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What if I don't know anything about Love Live

Well, since there's no continuity you don't need to know any particular facts. Just that there are idols that sing and dance to perform while still being students (school idols) that often put on performances to compete, with Love Live being the name of the national championship that is seen as the apex of school idol competition.

But to elaborate more on the tone and themes I talked about:
-Focus on the relations between the school idols, how they come together, and how they work together to win
-Less of a focus on "idol industry" activities, lots of finer details and logistics are kind of handwaved (i.e. they may have a songwriter student but it's never really explained how they put together entire well-produced songs for performances)
-Keep an optimistic outlook in the end even if things can get heavy / relationships can become strained
-Around the second season there's a few points where the characters always do something really silly for comedic effect

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Character Sheet

Char Sheet Template

Appearance: A verbal description helps along with a faceclaim.
Name: Unless they're a transfer student they probably should have a Japanese name
Year of School: First, second, and third years.
Why they joined Karasugadai: This may not have anything to do with school idols, but it may give some background about their interest in the arts which might help the school idol club when they join.
School Idol Status: At the start of the RP the school idol club is in shambles. PCs may have varying states of interest in school idols, but they must be made with an intention to end up joining the club. State how interested they are at the outset, and if they aren't, state some kind of reason that they would become interested.
Idol Specialty: What would they bring to the club? For example: Making costumes, writing songs, dancing, fitness training, etc. You can get creative with this but it's best if it's something that ties in with their reason for joining the club and/or their reason why they are at Karasugadai in the first place.
Idol Alignment: There are three alignments: Smile, Pure, and Cool. There can be a major and a minor alignment (i.e. major cool, minor pure) or just one. This one is really self explanatory so you should all just get it.

Once character sheets are accepted there will be an addition to the character sheet for connections to other PCs. Since interaction dynamics and relationships between characters are extremely important, it might be best to try and think of how to have at least two direct connections to other player characters, but that's best done after sheets are vetted, so just keep it in mind.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Io

Io had only managed to pick off a few enemies before she was blindsided by someone who had managed to flank her in the chaos of the fight. The enemy was clearly smart enough to recognize her as a threat, but Io was far from out of options even when grappled from behind. If they weren't in the middle of a tense battle, she might even find the situation a little exciting. Of course, the legionnaire taking her to the ground was less exciting, and if anything a bit of a deal breaker.

The magical circle behind her flickered out of existence as she diverted her incantation. It wasn't pretty, but she needed to convert the spells into something to defend herself in close range - and without use of her arms. As she began chanting under her breath, something interrupted the Legionnaire's grapple on her. Something had struck him, the sudden attack interrupting his grip on Io. That was more than enough of an opening for her. She managed to shift her palm flat against the Varjan's stomach. As it turned out, she didn't need to change her incantation much at all. The pinpoint of light spell she chose would be just fine at close range, with the opening she had to direct it point-blank.

The spell punched through the Varjan's armor and had enough force to knock his body off of Io. As she got back to her feet she briefly glanced at the exit wound. 'Perhaps too much strength.' Io nearly chided herself for the magical inefficiency, though she reasoned that the extra force was necessary to physically push the enemy away as well. One could never be too sure in such close quarters.

Before another enemy could get the chance to ambush her, Io thankfully found herself grabbed by Kerry and flown to a more advantageous position. From her new position, Io could clearly see the battle was about to reach a turning point, and the Task Force just needed to turn the tide. Before Kerry could fly off, Io curtly let her know of a plan. "Keep them busy. I'll support everyone from here." Io gave a nod of appreciation to the Hornet who saved her as she left.

Taking no time in enacting her plan, the lich pulled a scroll that was wrapped around her clothing free, letting it unfurl in the air and fall to the ground around her feet. "With something strong..." Io muttered, beginning a complex incantation in her secret language. The spell itself was simple: It would grant a magical regeneration and strength to those within it. The complexity came from selection and size. To select just Io's allies, and to make it wide enough to reach them from her position... Io closed her eyes to focus, first picking the chaotic energy of the fight apart and finding her allies within it. She had to factor in energy for undead and living, as well.

Her robe, no longer tied by this particular scroll, fluttered in the storm's breezes, revealing glimpses of Io's bare skin and even the magical tattoos usually hidden by her robe. The scroll she used as a base began to glow around her feet as she formulated the spell, a magical circle starting within the scroll and growing.

Chanting the spell would take a longer amount of time than a widespread destructive spell, but Io chose this to prevent any friendly losses (either from a destructive spell directly, or simply being worn down by enemy attacks). She trusted that the enhanced Task Force and allies would likely be more powerful than something like a giant fireball anyway.

The Things We Fight For

90% done, need to get an image for my contact and maybe clean up a few sentences here and there. Added in a portrait with her and her sister. Also not sure where to put the mech design that doesn't screw with the formatting by bloating the box with images so just click here for the mech and click here for the mech with my silly notes about functions.

Mina/Calamus

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx B A S I C I N F O [Name] Mina MacLean [Callsign] Foxtrot [Gender] F [Age] 31 [Rank and Designation] E-7 [Place of Birth] Emerald, AUM-3 [Official Statement] -"Foxtrot on station. Get behind me and let's finish the mission." C O M B A T A B I L I T Y [Mech Model] Calamus [Type] Assaulter [Size] 40ft, 175 tonnes with shield included [Core] Epsilon [Armaments] Blackjack Canister Gun - Assault gun capable of firing canister rounds with varying payloads of shot. Loadings include high explosive, armor piercing darts, incendiary payloads, as well as other novel loadings depending on mission. Adjustable choke to disperse or focus shot placement depending on the engagement. Can be fired while braced against shield. Vanguard Shield - Heavily armored shield designed to be the focal point of an assault and let a team cut through an enemy line. Physical shield is extremely resistant to attacks and an in-built shield generator further augments its protection, and allows the user to project a larger energy shield to protect nearby teammates as well. It is also a gigantic piece of metal for less sophisticated maneuvers using the Satyr drive. Satyr Drive - Overclocked boosters allow the Calamus to gain extreme bursts of speed for rapid repositioning, evading, and offensive manuevers.

Profile [Surface-level Impression] Mina is a professional soldier. She tries her best to be the strongest Pilot she can be. Not a sensitive type. Pragmatic. Can be abrasive, but usually well-meaning with criticism. Harshest on herself, though she often won't let it show. [Personal History] Mina has a history of military service in her family. As she rose to the rank of pilot she was offered the chance to be a squad lead. After a disastrous operation she swore off leadership roles and had a very successful career as a pointwoman in pilot squads. Home World [Planet Description] AUM-3 is a planet that is unremarkable other than its location along an important supply chain for military logistics. As the sole habitable planet in the system, AUM-3 hosted a large military and logistical presence, but not much else. [Culture] Being essentially a military colony, Emerald hosted very little in the way of culture other than what was easily rolled out to fleece enlisted out of their living stipends when they were off duty. The high concentration of military personnel led to a very stable, but also rigid living environment. Military shrinks recommend rotating personnel assigned to Emerald to a more hospitable area after five or more years of living there. Notable Contacts The most recent photo of them together. Lilia is the taller one on the right, despite being the younger sister. [Name] Lilia MacLean [Relation to Subject] Mina's younger sister [Analysis] Lilia took an opposite path to her sister, despite their similar upbringing. Her schooling records labelled her a potential prodigy, and she had constant pressure to join the MHA from her parents. With no desire to fight, she fled from her family in her late teens, with her only family contact being with Mina since. Since then, she has spent her time building a career as a musician and artist - her true passion in life. The two sisters are on good terms, and they both respect the others' choices though they ended up being in such diametrically opposite fields of work. Even now they keep in contact with each other, each being the others' most trusted confidant since childhood.

The Crow's Test

Mina/Calamus

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx B A S I C I N F O [Name] Mina MacLean [Callsign] Foxtrot [Gender] F [Age] 31 [Rank and Designation] E-7 [Place of Birth] Emerald, AUM-3 [Official Statement] -"Foxtrot on station. Get behind me and let's finish the mission." C O M B A T A B I L I T Y [Mech Model] Calamus [Type] Assaulter [Size] 40ft and rly heavy [Core] Epsilon [Armaments] Blackjack Canister Gun - Assault gun capable of firing canister rounds with varying payloads of shot. Loadings include high explosive, armor piercing darts, incendiary payloads, as well as other novel loadings depending on mission. Adjustable choke to disperse or focus shot placement depending on the engagement. Can be fired while braced against shield. Vanguard Shield - Heavily armored shield designed to be the focal point of an assault and let a team cut through an enemy line. Physical shield is extremely resistant to attacks and an in-built shield generator further augments its protection, and allows the user to project a larger energy shield to protect nearby teammates as well. It is also a gigantic piece of metal for less sophisticated maneuvers using the Satyr drive. Satyr Drive - Overclocked boosters allow the Calamus to gain extreme bursts of speed for rapid repositioning, evading, and offensive manuevers.

Profile [Surface-level Impression] Mina is a professional soldier. She tries her best to be the strongest Pilot she can be. Not a sensitive type. Pragmatic. Can be abrasive, but usually well-meaning with criticism. Harshest on herself, though she often won't let it show. [Personal History] Mina has a history of military service in her family. As she rose to the rank of pilot she was offered the chance to be a squad lead. After a disastrous operation she swore off leadership roles and had a very successful career as a pointwoman in pilot squads. Home World [Planet Description] AUM-3 is a planet that is unremarkable other than its location along an important supply chain for military logistics. As the sole habitable planet in the system, AUM-3 hosted a large military and logistical presence, but not much else. [Culture] Being essentially a military colony, Emerald hosted very little in the way of culture other than what was easily rolled out to fleece enlisted out of their living stipends when they were off duty. The high concentration of military personnel led to a very stable, but also rigid living environment. Military shrinks recommend rotating personnel assigned to Emerald to a more hospitable area after five or more years of living there. Notable Contacts [Name] Lilia MacLean [Relation to Subject] Mina's younger sister [Analysis] Lilia took an opposite path to her sister, despite their similar upbringing. Her schooling records labelled her a potential prodigy, and she had constant pressure to join the MHA from her parents. With no desire to fight, she fled from her family in her late teens, with her only family contact being with Mina since. Since then, she has spent her time building a career as a musician and artist - her true passion in life. The two sisters are on good terms, and they both respect the others' choices though they ended up being in such diametrically opposite fields of work. Even now they keep in contact with each other, each being the others' most trusted confidant since childhood.

The Things We Fight For, A Science Fantasy Space Opera

If we're dropping questions, the "pilot" term gives me Titanfall related ideas, so my questions would mainly be what's the scale of pilot's equipment? Are these mobile suits/armored exoskeletons or full-on building sized mecha (or is it anything goes?)?

I think I could probably cook up an idea for pilot or constellation since they both have fun angles to play.

The Things We Fight For, A Science Fantasy Space Opera

Dunno if I'll make the cutoff but I can show interest at least.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Io

Io had barely managed to catch up before the initial fight had ended. And even after that, she had barely managed to pivot towards healing the task force members before her incantation was interrupted by the sudden attack from siege weapons. Though she had always wondered it, she couldn't help but return to her thoughts on the living world being far too fast to deal with. She would need quite a sabbatical after this island's business was wrapped up.

Io could only regret leaving behind a field of fresh corpses as she relied upon a momentary burst of dexterity from her personal scrolls to evade the siege weapons and chase the Varjan down. Though it was likely any raised zombies would end up being literal cannon fodder, Io would have liked to even the odds at least a little. Especially since they were clearly being led into a trap.

Io was sizing up the opposition when the lightning cracked, and in turn had the task force once again descend into the chaos of battle. Io hadn't much time to prepare, but the first move was obvious - the archers would get the first attack in the moment the battle started, and their attack needed to be stopped. Io could trust Skar to handle the archers after the initial wave of arrows were loosed - there wouldn't be a second wave.

Io quickly swept her arms in an arc, using the gesture to cast a magical barrier. It would be strong enough to deflect the arrows from above, and let the task force focus on the enemies in front of them. Io would only need to sustain it for long enough to disrupt the volley of arrows - and then she would turn her attention to Gringor's charge (who gave a roar that, by Io's approximation, could in fact wake the dead). As she expected, Skar's summation of Gringor's tactics was correct: He would take the most direct way to the leader.

Io would help clear a path. Whispering an incantation at a rapid rate, she levelled her arms at the legionnares and students that might try to intercept Gringor's charge. The only sign that her incantation was finished was the sudden flickering of a magical circle behind Io, and the sudden razor-thin beams of deadly magical energy that she directed to dispatch anyone attempting to get between Gringor and his target.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Io

Io remained silent when asked how she felt. It was a difficult question to answer, all things considered, but she managed to shake her head when offered breakfast. "That won't be necessary..." Eating seemed like more trouble than it was worth for the lich, at least right now.

Despite her awkward entrance, the others seemed to brush it off without much issue. Io hadn't noticed it in the past, but these two male mamono seemed to be anything but friendly with each other... Was this a natural clash of personalities, or perhaps something more primal between the two? Io mulled it over in her head. 'Perhaps the presence of a worthy female has caused them to become competitive.' Io knew that she could have that effect on a room of males. 'I should be more cautious in the future.'

Io wasn't sure how she could really de-escalate the impending argument between the two, given her lack of way with words, and perhaps it was best if they did become ready to fight in their own way. Plus, if they did get a little rowdy with each other... Io's face flushed ever so slightly as she considered the sight (with a healthy dose of imagination added in). Though the lich was hardly expressive, anyone paying attention could tell she was keeping her attention on the two with less-than-admirable thoughts on the mind.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

This looks fun. I've always wanted to make a character with the power of invisibility, so I might try and brew that up if inspiration strikes.

Best part of an invisible character is the portrait is real easy to find.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Io

The slowly shifting mist of knowledge swirled around Io as she meditated. It was in disorder. There wasn't supposed to be any movement, or flow to it. It was supposed to be completely static, unchanging, crystalline. Each mote of experience in lockstep, equidistant to the previous and next.

This chaos vexed Io.

It had to end.

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Io 'awoke' against the cool earth. 'How long has it been?' She had lost track of time with her meditation. It was perhaps no fabrication to assert that Io had needed time to rest - perhaps not exactly in the same way as a living thing would, but in an approximate fashion.

She rose to her feet. Given the impression she had left on the soft ground, she must have began thinking and became engrossed enough in the task to fall to the ground, where she must have laid for at least a whole night. She dusted herself off with a simple cleaning spell, getting a bearing on her surroundings - and a letter rolled from within her hood.

Nobody had bothered to carry her body anywhere, or perhaps even worse, bury her (as she likely appeared and felt like a corpse as she was lost in thought). Io mused that a letter was a positive outcome as she opened and read it.

'Ah. This...' Io had just sorted her mind out, and yet she had a foreboding sense that she would need another stretch of meditation after this new event was done. She clasped the invitation in her hand as a cool, humid wind blew across her. 'Well. It could have already started, for all I know.' She set out for the temple grounds where the Task Force had met up before setting out previously, hoping to find someone there.

The weather had seemingly no effect on the residents, and they were as busy as ever preparing food - apparently for the Task Force before their mission. She had no appetite for the food - but a surprisingly appealing topic had cropped up on magical armor. Io barged in on the dining area in the most dynamic way a petite mage such as herself could manage.

"Enhancing armor for channeling magic is an extremely interesting topic. Which approach does this armor take? Attuned metal? Inscriptions? Electrum plating? Artificial gates? Mana contacts? It couldn't possibly be micro-leylines?!" That arm of her research was hotly contested... when she was still alive, that is. Just the thought of it had excited Io.

After a moment, Io remembered the initial reason why she had come to the temple. "Ah. And this." Io held the invitation up. "It must have been delivered when I was busy... thinking." She eyed the other task force members that were already present - which happened to be... The majority of the males on the task force. She doubted her entrance would look great to any of them, but the allure of channeling mechanics had proven too irresistible.