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My Urban Hero Academia

Faerzen Rozenfeldt

The first part of the exam had gone as smoothly as the dark clad man had wanted of it. Without having to harm anyone to a greater effect in order to get where he needed to be. As soon as he entered the waiting area for the second part of the exam, a couple of individuals came forth to surround him aswell as another person whom Faerzen recognized from sightings in the corridors. He had never spoken with him however.

A brown haired young man had manifested clones of himself around them, he was obviously upset. That much could the dark clad young man tell. A cheap shot? His sister? Faerzen sighed softly. He knew fully well that his quirk could indeed be used in a highly unfair way to give himself an enourmous advantage against many others. Even so he didn't feel an ounce of regret, if they were not strong enough to stand against him. They needed to train better, sending the unprepared into the fray would end up with death. An idea which made the darker side of him grab him in the guts, or so he would feel.

One of the brown haired individuals, which had multiplied went up and grabbed him by the shirt. Had Faerzen been in a less focused and calm state, his other self would have immediately chosen to lunge forth and that would have spelled disaster.

"Let go." He just said calmly with a serious tone to it. Faerzen didn't raise his arms in defense as a punch was being prepared to be thrown at him, but it never landed. The dark clad young man sighed softly as the situation got abit cooler by some spikey haired boy showing up.

Kaito? Maro? I guess that is their names... this won't be the last time they would get in the way for certain. Faerzen threw a glance to Riku before proceeding to walk to get some distance from the troublemakers. The next part was to save civilians, for this Faerzen increased the sensitivity of his eyes and ears for abit. It would help him locate those needing help alot better. Since this was a test, he wouldn't surely need to manipulate the civilians of their sense of feeling pain.

The dark clad Libra stopped in his tracks. Two of the brown haired multimen were here, seeking to delay his efforts?

What a joke. He thought to himself before reaching his hands out of his pockets. "How generous of you to leave at least two of yourself here to greet me, felt too uncertain with just one? Too bad I am here to bid you farewell."

He began walking ahead trying to pass the two clones, he wanted to avoid fighting if possible. But if they would make a move to try restrain him he would wait for the sound of them springing into action and then watch them with his sharpened sight. If I can hear when they would leap or move, if I can see their moves as they are being used. I can counter them.

My Urban Hero Academia

Faerzen Rozenfeldt

He found himself at the exam license test,though unlike many others he wasn't very thrilled about the idea of hitting others. Though in order to get things done later along the road he had to do it. Faerzen softly sighed and readied himself, then when the signal was given he drew the attention of a couple of others.

So I just need to hit six targets? They never said how hard I needed to hit them either. No matter…
Faerzen turned around to gaze into the direction of some others which were participating, activating his sight removal Power. With them meeting his gaze, their own vision would fade quickly, first into a blur and not stop until they were left in complete darkness.

It was a cheap way to do battle, he admitted but Everything was allowed in a war. And this was something he wanted won swifty so he could go unto other matters. He raised a single finger and then dashed forwards to the blinded competitors, poking them in the sides and chest area, upon coming into physical Contact with them, his mere fingerip just touching them felt like a fierce fist to the stomach to them, knocking the wind out of most of them. He didn't want to harm anyone here, it wasn't their fault for ending up in his way.

"I'm sorry, I cannot spend my time to toy around with you here…" Faerzen said to the ones he had managed to land hits upon, making his location known. Seeing their heads turn, he began to whistle, low at first until the whistle became a beeping sound in their ears. Unable to see him or hear him, they were now stumbling around in confusion.

"I guess I am through with you…" He shrugged slightly and blew some air out through his mouth, putting his hands into his pockets.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Sorry for the wait, done a few Changes and hopefully this 'll suffice.

Archer

Name: Hans Axel von Fersen

Title(s): "Le Beau", "His Excellency the Right Honourable Lord Count Axel von Fersen"

Class: Archer

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: 4th of september 1755 - 20th June 1810

Alignment: Lawful Good

Catalyst: The ring given to Marie Antoinette by Fersen himself.

Personality: Fersen is a kind, polite and formal person but also very loyal to the royals whom he served. He is also charismatic and a ladies man, he also had a very strong relationship with Marie Antoinette. Her death is what has made him answer the call, for he wants nothing more than a chance to save her. So his wish upon the grail would be to bring her to him.
Fersen is also quite of a ladies man and generally gets well along with people of high standing, even if he does not agree with everyone he nontheless shows them the respect they deserve.

Appearance:



Bio:

Hans Axel von Fersen is a swedish count and was well know during his lifetime, from the youngest of his days as a student in a school in Braunschweig, to the war academy in Turin and his tutoring of language, travelling the world and other things. He did his service in the swedish army and attended by Gustav III of Sweden, at the latter's court. Before travelling the world again, he ended up as colonel of the Royal-Bavière before being introduced to the french king Louis XIV's court, meeting him aswell as the young queen Marie-Antoinette whom he began to have a close relationship with.

A time after, the american revolution began and Fersen along many others wanted to get experience and heroic achievements went to fight along the french and american soldiers there. He assisted George Washington and Rochambeau, before excelling at the battle of Yorktown, which was the turning point of the war which ended with the americans creating their nation.

For his achievements, he was decorated with the Cincinnatusorder and became colonel for his own regiment, the Royal suédois in 1783.

After travelling the world for abit yet again, he returned to Paris and saw the french revolution break out and where he attempted to help the king and queen to escape, he decided that they should split up. Hoping that him leaving would lead those following on a false path, but the plan backfired and the king and queen were captured in a town and Fersen managed to save himself.

Weapon: Charleville musket

Parameters:

Strength: D

Endurance: B+

Agility: C+

Mana: C

Luck: B

Class Skills:

Independant action B: Fersen can exist a week without a master. Driven by the immense desire to finally see his beloved Marie-Antoinette again and his loyalty to those whom he has served presses him onwards.

Magic resistance D: The strong determination and calm of Fersen renders him highly resistant to magic and anything which relates to affecting his mental status.

Personal Skills:

Disengage C: Fersen is great at making and planning escapes both for himself and others. On foot or on mount, he will withdraw if he sees no other option. When summoned as a rider this skill becomes A.

Determination of Steel B: Count Fersen was a brave man, one whom would do his duty and what he was meant to do. Even sometimes beyond it, such as when his loyalty or personal relations were put into the ecuation.

Marksmanship: B: During his lifetime Fersen knew his way around firearms quite well, even if he never came close to the legendary heroes of the past or those which came after him. He was very precise with his frenchmade musket nontheless, which was an overall more precise weapon than the majority of muskets used in his time.

Charisma C: Fersen is as good with words as he is in looks, men and women across the world found him a kind yet capable person, whom had contacts and friendships among the royalty among others. His charisma is also what allows him to lead those following him quite well.

Military tactics C: Being assigned as a leader of the swedish troops in service to King Louis XIV, Fersen played an important role in assuring victory for the french-american forces over the british. Fersen was well versed in military tactics during his entire life, acting as Aide-de-camp to people such as Rochambeau while also being in command of his own regiment to whom he could issue tactical orders to.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Shock Cavalry

Title: "In the service of King Louis XIV, as your colonel, I command you, soldiers of the Royal-Suédois to mount and attack!"

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Unit, Anti-Army

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 50

Description: During the french revolution, Fersen was preparing a shock cavalry attack into France in order to save the royal family from the hands of the revolution. This idea was well liked also by the swedish king Gustav III whom gave it his approval and support. Thus as Colonel of the Royal-Suédois, Fersen may point the dangerous end of his rifle and shoot a bullet, which shall summon forth a stampede of glass horses to run over his enemies to inflict great damage but also make their advance more difficult, either from the stampede itself or the chaos unfolding after it is used, this works in similar way as Guillotine Breaker, but it creates many more horses, it does however not provide the support benefits in terms of healing or recovery of mana.

Name: Ring of affection
Title: "All things lead me to thee."

Rank: C

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 50

Description: The ring he had been given by Marie-Antoinette, allows Fersen to deal damage to enemies of the french monarchy as an aura around him. At the same time it does this it removes negative statuses and recovers the Health and mana of allies.

Master

Name: Lucius Da Cruz

Title(s): Mage of thorns, "Root of evil."

Appearance:



Gender: Male

Age: 32

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Rank: None

Objective for the Grail: The destruction of humankind as a whole, and the renewal of the earth.

Command Seal: A red ring would form on the ground, then form 3 metre tall pillar of red light.

Personality: Lucius is a methodical and calm man, who prefers to use guile and manipulation to get what he wants. He has a clear view of what he desires, the way of getting there however he leaves somewhat open, so that he will have to have backup plans would any of his ideas not work. He is someone who cares very little, if at all about other peoples misery unless it can somehow benefit his own ambitions. Thus he is likely to try manipulate these people to do his work for him or otherwise put them into a hard seat.

When tightly pressed Lucius tends to step back, either to let others get into harms way or to make a timely withdrawal. It doesn't matter to Lucius how many times he has to withdraw, he prefers to bide his time to gradually wear the opposition out. He expects any servant under his command to obey his orders without question, while he values each individual servant for their strength and reputation. He considers them just now to be tools, so if someone can be strongly motivated to serve him to achieve what he wants he will make use of it. Even if he would encounter the servant belonging to another master, he may attempt to tempt them to join him.

Bio:

Lucius grew up in spain to parents running a large industry of wine, he never was interested in their work however. After having read many books he came to the belief that humans in general are a species which is draining the world dry, a parasite which should be removed. Searching for means in doing so, he came upon the occult and thought long lost books which led him further away from other humans. Thus it was not a hard choice for him when he turned sixteen to poison the entire wine collection belonging to his family, causing the deaths of hundreds before the source to the deaths were tracked down. By then he was long gone.

The magic under his command was as if granted by mother earth herself, being able to provide himself with fruits for his travels he never needed to come into contact with other humans except when going into towns and cities, searching more knowledge on magic and how to further his newfound ambition of ridding the world of the scourge which in his eyes were destroying it. When he spoke with people, he spoke in the same way he had learnt from his readings into the human psychology and philosophy, how easily he could manipulate others it almost became a sport to him. Constantly pressing himself to see just how far he could get others to do what he wanted, before seeing them crumble as a result.

To him this was almost theatrical, and humorous how easy he could fool others into ruin. Ruin which they all deserved according to himself. Upon pondering where to best put his skills to use he went to North America, since it had alot of people. Alot of people to kill and it would be the perfect battleground for what was coming. During his search for magical knowledge he had come across various magical objects and trinkets having connections to various people of bygone age. Though only few of these objects he held unto, one being a ring which had once belonged to Marie Antoinette, a Queen which had been killed by her own people. To Lucius this could be used, people with a resentment towards humankind could ultimately serve him well. Revenge was a sweet thing, but even sweeter was poison.

And he had plenty to use as far as he knew, not that anyone would suspect a friendly and calm man working as a travelling trader of old books and trinkets. It had been a good way for him to find more knowledge and leads to things of interest, even if he had to spend his valuable time talking with the humans he hated. Despite never considering that he was indeed human himself, Lucius prefered to see himself above others, both in intellect, moral and importance to the future of the world. Regarding most others as mindless puppets or brutes incapable of understanding the pain the world was feeling now. How it longed for liberation of their disgusting kind, how he was going to be the one ridding the entire world of their tainted filthy presence.

When he turned thirty-two, he was well endowed in his magical potential and mentally prepared to do the will of god. As he prefered to see it, in order to create a new eden. Humans must disappear and their sin which banished them so long ago shall be uprooted and they will be thrown away into the abyss. With the power and mind to substitute the place of god as he saw it, Lucius was prepared now to do what was needed in order to free the world of the shackles which was drowning it.

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Magic Circuit Switch: A low hymning sound surging from himself. Sounding similar to how it would sound if you slam a metal pipe inbetween two other pipes causing a vibrating low echo.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

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Elemental Affinity: Earth

Magecraft:

- Mediocre jack-of-all: Lucius have managed to come over various occult knowledge during his travels and thus have a very very basic understanding of most of them. While he understands some slight part of it doesn't make him able to replicate or use said magic however. But it does give him some slight idea of what he should do at times.

- Plant Creation and Plant manipulation: Lucius enjoys creating plant servants to fight for him, small and big, poisonous or otherwise. They are generally however given mundane tasks such as messenger duties or being made to shield him from harm, either by him commanding them or just manipulating plant matters.

- Poisons and alchemy: What Lucius excels at is natural poisons which he applies to things such as fruits to give to his enemies, using sharp thorns or blowing pollen to inlict some poison to a target. Ranging from dullening of the senses, paralyzation, confusion and in the worst case death. Using roots as movable extendable weapons is generally his combat weapon of choice.

While not being the strongest in an up front type of fight, his power is the most useful when used outside of direct combat where he may use said power to weaken or maim his enemies.

Crest: 120 years old.

Weapon: None

Exceptional Benefit: None

My Urban Hero Academia

Faerzen Rozenfeldt

The dark clad young man found himself standing in one of the corridors of the UA main building, glancing every now and then out through one of the open windows.

The new batch of aspiring students, and likely more than a couple were troublemakers. Eager to test out their might or magic, their skill and will. In whichever way their quirk allowed them to. Faerzen blew some air out of his mouth in a sighing manner. The past year had been what he had expected, dull and without much progress. He knew what he wanted, but the way to get there was not an easy one. Those which had shared the previous year with him knew not to mess with him, and whilst that had it's benefits it also separated him further and further from other people.

"Maybe I should welcome the newcomers..." He said aloud in a ponderous manner, his right hand reaching up to grab unto his chin in thought.

"Heh.. how about you instead give them a beating? Show them their place in the pecking order!" The voice was fierce and with obvious malevolent intent. Faerzen reached his hand up from his chin, moving all the way up to his forehead where he focused.

"I am not going to let you have your way... not this time." He said quietly as he adjusted his shirt by the collar, before begining to walk down the corridor.

"Keeping ourselves in check are we? How dull! I know you want to show them whose the alpha of the pack! Why not use the power if you have it? It is so easy..." The young man heard as an echo in his head. The dark clad young man stopped walking and looked over his shoulder, at seemingly none at all. "I am going to handle things the right way this time. Be quiet..." He thought to himself.

My Urban Hero Academia

Name: Faerzen von Rozenfeldt
Age: 16
Superhero Alias: Libra
Superhero status: Student
Quirk Name: Five senses manipulation
Quirk Ability: Five senses manipulation

Sight manipulation: Using the first sense he may decrease or increase a person's eyesight, ranging from complete blindness to enhanced perception and then to extreme perception that the slighest light hurts the eyes. Another form of blindness.

Hearing manipulation: Those within hearing distance he may either empower the hearing senses of or reduce them, either to the extremes or a enhanced state.

Touch manipulation: Upon physically coming into contact with someone he may increase or decrease the sensitivety to feeling things such as pain.

Taste manipulation: Upon coming into physical touch in the form of a kiss, he may render a person unable to feel taste at all or empower it to make things taste better or worse.

Smell manipulation: Those near may upon breathing become unable to scent anything at all, or the air around them become overpowering in either a smelly or too strong scent way. He can however chose a more moderate option to allow people to get sensitive noses like dogs for example.

All the senses he may affect on others but also upon himself if he deems it fit. He also needs to meet special conditions for them to work, he also cannot activate all of them at once.

Looks:

My Hider

Brief Bio: Faerzen grew up in an orphanage after his mother died in childbirth and his father being unknown. While he came to appreciate them looking after him he never truly felt at home there, nor with any of the other children. He prefered to keep to himself, and those at the orphanage knew well enough to stay away from him because of his powers being a painful and frightening experience for sure. After a few had tried to bully him the rest soon got to know fully well that none gets away with trying that on him. Sending the bullies running around being blinded, unable to feel their own legs or being unable to hear anything or too much.

As he was given much time in solitude, he began however to feel lonely and that's when the voice came to him. Telling him to do all manner of evil things with his powers, it was at this point he developed multiple personalities, the workers at the orphanage were however unaware of his unfortunate development.
When not his other self is in control, Faerzen is kind, calm, calculating and quite relaxed and doesn't pick unnecessary fights.

His ultimate goal in life seems to be to rid the world of evils. Often this feeling is strong enough that it suppresses his other self from emerging to take advantage of his emotions.
But not always, when his plans backfire or encountering someone he truly dislikes or whom has done something really bad his other self quickly seizes the chance to emerge.
The other self within him is impulsive, confident, fierce and leecherous to some degree where he would attempt to seduce young women. His fightingstyle also becomes more instictive, brutal and forceful. Whereof his normal type of fighting would be quite defensive and gradually trying to wear his opponent out with clever moves and plans.

Libra, the name he chose as his was a perfect name. As his very self is on the line, a thin line to thread and a difficult thing to keep in balance. Even so Faerzen is determined to make the very best he can to change the world for the better.
He also refuses to call himself or others as heroes, since to him the real heroes are those who die fighting for what they believe in. To try carry that title when others paid the ultimate sacrifice does not sit well with him at all.

While he may on the other hand respect people who has done alot of good for the world, he finds little use for titles and the like apart from names or nicknames.

My Hero Academia Inspired (Sandbox Thread)~

@Endrance Sounds fair.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

"Huh... what are you?" They almost said in unison before they began to blink their eyes, the leader spoke up in a monotone manner. "Yes, as you wish Youth Officer Ascot. We will leave her in your hands."

A guardsman with a mustache finished cuffing Vera before pushing her over towards the nearby street. "One moment. Do you happen to have something to gag her with? She seems to be a biter." Galbrek said and waited a little longer before a younger guardsman approached with a piece of cloth he tied around Vera's mouth.

"Also I'll be borrowing your car and a spare couple of cuffs..." Galbrek finalized in a now satisfied tone with still some irritation in his eyes. The young guardsman blinked. "Okay. Here." The guardsman threw over his carkeys and an extra set of cuffs to Galbrek and the half-demon smirked.

"Now please all of you head over to the portable bathroom area. A woman there may give you further information on how highly improper this girl has been. Take notes won't you?" He smirked most wickedly as he dragged Vera towards the car he had gotten the keys for, he attempted to force her into the backseat, making sure to watch himself from being kicked by her before he carefully put cuffs around her ankles aswell.

Then he shut the backseat door and jumped into the driver seat. "I've never had to drive this fucking thing before, but how fucking hard can it be. If you human idiots can do it, how could not someone like me?" Galbrek said in a confident manner and twisted the key as he locked all the doors, then pressing down the gas pedal on the vehicle to drive away at a questionable speed towards his nearest outpost.

Fucking yes! Now I got this bitch. That snugglebitch better hold up her part of the deal or someone is going to fucking pay!

Galbrek adjusted the mirror in the front of the car, taking a moment to eye his catch in the backseat but also see how his face looked, he adjusted a strand of hair that was being misplaced. His sight then returned to the road and a slam was heard. The mailboy on his bike had not seen it coming, the back part of his bike got slammed by the approaching car driven by the half-demon, sending half of the bike flying into an empty valley and spreading newspapers all over the street, the boy himself landing in a bush after a small bit of flight.

"Idiot! Learn to watch where you are fucking going!" He said out loud before resuming control of the car.

"Now... now... when we get to someplace more quiet I shall part with you a little secret, after all it wouldn't be as fun without seeing the look on your face to not know the whole story of betrayal most foul and how greedy and evil some can really be! Oh don't look at me like that... I am not the evil here... human."

My Hero Academia Inspired (Sandbox Thread)~

Name: Faerzen von Rozenfeldt
Age: 16
Superhero Alias: Libra
Superhero status: Student
Quirk Name: Five senses manipulation
Quirk Ability: Five senses manipulation

Sight manipulation: Using the first sense he may decrease or increase a person's eyesight, ranging from complete blindness to enhanced perception and then to extreme perception that the slighest light hurts the eyes. Another form of blindness.

Hearing manipulation: Those within hearing distance he may either empower the hearing senses of or reduce them, either to the extremes or a enhanced state.

Touch manipulation: Upon physically coming into contact with someone he may increase or decrease the sensitivety to feeling things such as pain.

Taste manipulation: Upon coming into physical touch in the form of a kiss, he may render a person unable to feel taste at all or empower it to make things taste better or worse.

Smell manipulation: Those near may upon breathing become unable to scent anything at all, or the air around them become overpowering in either a smelly or too strong scent way. He can however chose a more moderate option to allow people to get sensitive noses like dogs for example.

All the senses he may affect on others but also upon himself if he deems it fit. He also needs to meet special conditions for them to work, he also cannot activate all of them at once.

Looks:

My Hider

Brief Bio: Faerzen grew up in an orphanage after his mother died in childbirth and his father being unknown. While he came to appreciate them looking after him he never truly felt at home there, nor with any of the other children. He prefered to keep to himself, and those at the orphanage knew well enough to stay away from him because of his powers being a painful and frightening experience for sure. After a few had tried to bully him the rest soon got to know fully well that none gets away with trying that on him. Sending the bullies running around being blinded, unable to feel their own legs or being unable to hear anything or too much.

As he was given much time in solitude, he began however to feel lonely and that's when the voice came to him. Telling him to do all manner of evil things with his powers, it was at this point he developed multiple personalities, the workers at the orphanage were however unaware of his unfortunate development.
When not his other self is in control, Faerzen is kind, calm, calculating and quite relaxed and doesn't pick unnecessary fights.

His ultimate goal in life seems to be to rid the world of evils. Often this feeling is strong enough that it suppresses his other self from emerging to take advantage of his emotions.
But not always, when his plans backfire or encountering someone he truly dislikes or whom has done something really bad his other self quickly seizes the chance to emerge.
The other self within him is impulsive, confident, fierce and leecherous to some degree where he would attempt to seduce young women. His fightingstyle also becomes more instictive, brutal and forceful. Whereof his normal type of fighting would be quite defensive and gradually trying to wear his opponent out with clever moves and plans.

Libra, the name he chose as his was a perfect name. As his very self is on the line, a thin line to thread and a difficult thing to keep in balance. Even so Faerzen is determined to make the very best he can to change the world for the better.
He also refuses to call himself or others as heroes, since to him the real heroes are those who die fighting for what they believe in. To try carry that title when others paid the ultimate sacrifice does not sit well with him at all.

While he may on the other hand respect people who has done alot of good for the world, he finds little use for titles and the like apart from names or nicknames.