Dirty Dan

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Giselle L'hiver

Giselle is a girl of average height with a slim body, her hair is cut short into a bob that is often gathered back in a ponytail and her eyes are that of a dull blue. The girl's face could often be described as thin, small and heart shaped, however she has a severe case of 'resting bitch face' which negates and possibility of her being remotely attractive in the eyes of another.

Civilian name: Giselle L'hiver

Alias: Soft and Wet

Gender: Female

Age: About 18

Hero or villain: A wannabe hero, however with her attitude it would be a hard job.

Costume: She isn't normally one for such flashy things, so in this case she'd most likely wear casual clothing rather than 'power enhancing suits' or things of that nature. But to hide her identity for the sake of hiding it, Giselle would slip on a mask.

Powers: Acid Secretion/Acid Manipulation; In this case, Giselle secrets acid from her pores, often times in the form of sweat as well. Her DNA has been reconstructed so that acid is hidden within every liquid in her body including her own blood and saliva. This often becomes quite a problem seeing as how acid burns through most items, rendering them useless. So to avoid this, she tries to sweat as little as possible, refuses to spit, and tries to prevent cuts from allowing blood to flow. Aside from her bodily functions, Giselle is still freely able to manipulate acid to her will; Bending it, holding it, harnessing it, being able to change the corrosiveness of said acid, and become acid herself. There are weaknesses however, one namely being able to temporarily neutralize her powers with the use of 'bases', another being the skill of the user themselves; Precision is key with this form of manipulation, and acid being a lethal substance can lead to the burning of objects such as civilians and sadly, animals.

Skills:
- Giselle is a rather smart cookie believe it or not, her easiest subjects being chemistry and other math based sciences.
- She is also well equipped to kick ass and finds herself having the immense urge to beat up what she believes to be 'nerds'-And by nerds she simply finds what pisses her off the most-
- A sports freak, mostly things involving beating others into submission
- Another passtime is getting angry at small things, especially people. People piss her off the most and she finds herself quivering with rage.
- Petting cats.
- Budgeting money, since of course she likes to hold wads of cash and intends to keep it that way. Giselle is the ultimate coupon mom.

Personality: The girl is... A complicated character to describe, her negative emotions often overule the positive thus making the ultimate 'stick in the mud'. In a few words she could be summed up as; Irritable, agressive, distasteful, unladylike, and in most cases 'a total bitch'. She finds herself making more enemies than friends with her attitude of fight or die, and many personalities tend to negate her own. Giselle finds and extreme dislike for people, mostly ones with a positive outlook on life or those who are the analyticay, cryptic types. She gets along well with others who have the same opinions as she; Everyone fucking sucks and everyone needs to shut up for more than three minutes, also responsibility is disgusting.
However she isn't 'that' much of an edgy greaser, and when alone she dwells in what little hobbies she has; Reading chemistry books and internally screaming, and she does have a lot of time to herself.
But there is one last thing that puts the icing on the cake; Giselle is incredibly greedy with money. Ah yes, there is nothing she loves more than feeling and smelling those green pieces of paper, and keeping it that way means that she will be the biggest cheapskate alive.

Bio: On a cold night in France, a little girl was born going by the name of Giselle. Her mother and father were two simple people, with mediocre jobs and a mediocre house, with a mediocre dog and mediocre children. Everything was nice for this average middle class family, and growing up didn't seem to be too hard either. Yet Giselle grew to be a problematic child, her influence first starting during elementary when a group of girls and herself all decided it would be fun to fill a classmate's bag with chocolate milk until it began to seep through the bottom. And thus, the mischievous imp inside her was set loose.

She got in trouble every single day of her life, each with different reasons and different academic discipline. First was to suspend her, but even then that didn't work. Next was to toss her into remedial classes, and even then Giselle found ways to make the teacher's experience their worst nightmares. Getting expelled didn't stop her from stepping onto campus to fight the principal himself. Obviously, this was not the smartest decision she could have made. After knocking the man's toupee off of his bald head, she was arrested by the security force, and put into the Delinquent Center, where she spent a few months doing community service. It was here, where she had to actually fight to protect herself, the children there were cruel beings with real reason; Drugs, alcohol, assault on their own parents. They were more of a problem than she herself. Once she got out, on faking good behavior, of course, she went right back to the boredom that was her life.

On a particular evening, after roughing up some 13 year old boys for money, she found herself sweating at the palms and upon wiping them on her shirt, it simply corroded away. That was the first she found her odd set of abilities. The second time she had encountered this problem was when she spat onto her floor after drinking spoiled milk, the carpet immediately burning away revealing a hole in the middle of her room. Perhaps she wasn't as mediocre as she had thought? Beginning to grow curious, she preformed test trials on herself; Cutting her finger, sweating, attempting to bend the liquid that seeped from her pores. With each trial a new discovery was found, and thus a 'hero' was born.

Unknown to her, there were people within the world that new exactly what she was doing. They took months to carefully observe her, to find if she was fit to join their academy, what with her previous delinquency. The more they observed, the more they realized that she had the potential to become a great hero. One day, a letter, with no return address, was sent to her home. As she read the letter, her eyes widened, and a grin began to form on her lips.

River City Academy, huh? She would be there.

@Raining

Mate your signature mate

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

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You posted it.

@BreakingMe

there u go

A HOTD Role-Play?

Introduction

Fujimi Academy

The starting point for when everything went to absolute Hell. A school, originally funded back in 1997, and now the monumental, highest-rated school it is today. It is located in Tokonosu City. The school is filled with a variety of students, some all the way from America. The school's original foundation is the basic cement/stone mixture you would see in any other schools today. The former material used for Fujimi Academy was wood from a Sakura tree, but the staff quickly reinforced it with actual sturdy material once an American student set the whole academy ablaze. Large iron gates separates the school's courtyard from the outside world, which is, in this case, a long blacktop road surrounded by forests on both sides. The road leads both North and South, where North is where Tokonosu City lies, only a few miles away, while South leads far away, somewhere into the mountains.

It was simply another day inside of Fujimi Academy. Birds were chippering amongst siblings, teachers sat inside of air-conditioned classrooms, boredly taking role, while students meandered the halls, either skipping, or carrying out an errand for a lazy professor. Unknown to the populace...this wouldn't be a simple school day, like the rest of the days. It would be a Hell of a lot worse...'cause zombies.

Yeeee...that's the intro. Would anyone be interested? I don't plan on this being terribly serious, so if you're one of those guys, just please don't.

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Why did you tag me?

@BreakingMe

why did u tag me

...

Solution: kys
Problem: I got the shits.

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

“Shout ‘Allahu Akbar’ before you start shooting up the place”

@BreakingMe

what the fuck

I wanna be a HERO! - One Punch Man-inspired anime superheroes RP

Nearly done with Izuma, whose Alias will probably be something like 'The Gunslinger' or something. He can breakdance with energy weapons. I received inspiration from this.

False alarm. Izuma's finished.

I wanna be a HERO! - One Punch Man-inspired anime superheroes RP

Kuro Kuro

• Name: Izuma Kurosuke
• Hero Name: He doesn't have one just yet, being a relatively new and unknown hero.
• Age: 19
• Gender: Male
• Appearance: Izuma is a young man of Japanese descent, standing at the relatively tall height of 6 feet exactly. His build is rather lean and fit, with broad shoulders and nimble, calloused hands whose fingers are usually wrapped up individually in light bandages, as if to hide away scars. His eyes are an intense but cool dark gray, which can seem to turn into a lighter silver whenever his adrenaline spikes up. Izuma is a University student, and generally wears his uniform casually untucked and tie loosened, with a warm, collared gray jacket over that. His hands are usually in his coat's pockets, as well, for more reasons than his hands being cold.
• Personality: Hm...well, there are quite a few ways to describe Izuma. Cool-headed, a bit emotionally cold and distant, yet undeniably selfless, relatively unmotivated, intelligent and open-minded, yet blunt and straightforward. He can come off as rude with his honesty, but over-all, Izuma is a young man that keeps to himself and does what he needs to do to advance in life. He doesn't have any ambitions, despite being a 4.0 student and the Ace of the marksmanship team. He feels like he is drifting through life, and that pisses him off. He does have a bit of an over-protective streak, and this has made him try out for being a Hero, if only on the side, to try and help innocent people. Although it's relatively easily to get annoyed with, well, annoying people, Izuma does have a very cool mindset, and doesn't crack under pressure. He has an undeniable dry, sarcastic wit, and due to his ability to speak his mind, his sharp wit does come out on occasions, usually accompanied by a smirk.
• Equipment: One thing you should know about Izuma, is that he is an incredibly obsessive gun-nut, despite the strict laws of Japan, and he has connections to an incredibly efficient engineer/weapon's designer. Because of this, he has a wide variety of futuristic firearm weaponry on deck, and by on deck, I mean hidden on his person due to his incredible concealed-carry license, something he received when he was a little boy, by his now dead father. Pretty sure it's has some pocket-dimension technology. The weapons he has is based on where he pulls them out from. This makes him able to change weapons on the fly, and even as he slings the weapon away from himself to use the other weapon, it reappears within the spot he originally concealed it in. His 'signature' weapons:
  
  Plasma Casters MK1 ;; Two light-weight, compact pistols made of a deep black steel alloy, with leather grips and ridges that glows a deep blue, keeping the guns from over heating. They are located within the pockets of his coat. They are semi-automatic, and each shot sends out baseball-size bolts of pure blue energy plasma, with the ability to burn through incredibly tough shells and metals, and especially monster flesh. By holding the triggers down before releasing, the Plasma Casters has the ability to charge up their bolts to give them extraordinarily more powerful damage. So far, the largest Izuma has charged the pistols, has been to the point where he sent out boulder-sized bolts, causing massive explosions that, when the dust settled, revealed two deep, very wide craters that showed signs of both melting and exploding, at the same time.
  
  Enforcer Assault Rifle MK2 ;; An assault rifle, built from the same dark metal as the Casters, yet with a more recoil-reliant stock and grip. It is an automatic weapon, and sends out barrages of your run-of-the-mill bullets, yet the bullets are surrounded in a blue-ish glow, which both increases it's piercing power to damage monsters, and send sharp shocks with each bullet, allowing him to stunlock enemies that aren't as durable as a tank. Mostly used in tandem with other guns, in Izuma's literal gunslinging manner. It's concealed within his backpocket.
  
  Akuma Boomstick MK3 ;; A shotgun, modeled after both the Remington and Spas. With enough stopping power to blow the skull off of a centaur, yet with relatively low range, it has to be used up-close and personal. The shells it fires is not of the normal variety, like all of his guns. The shell has built in combustible powder, which gives it a little explosion with each impact. Great for monsters.
  
  Viper Lazer Railgun MK2 ;; A more accurate, yet incredibly deadly weapon. A semi-automatic rifle with pin-point laser technology that can pierce even the most fortified defenses, and look damn good while doing so. The weapon is built with inspiration from a rather obscure anime cartoon Izuma watched when he was little. By pulling the trigger, the weapon will send out a long, powerful, painstakingly precise beam of crimson red energy, the energy even heating up the air around the beam. The trick is, once the laser energy 'tastes' blood, it implodes much like a souped-up molotov, consuming the enemy in flames. Flames that are very much normal, so it may not do much damage to stronger monsters, other than causing them immense pain and distracting them. The loud 'ZWIP' is a bit of a negative, but it's usually used as an opening for the battle against larger, city-wide monsters. It's one of the few weapons not constantly concealed on his person. It's in his apartment room, underneath his bed.
• Abilities/Skills: Well, let it be known that Izuma is a hard-worker. He, like most potential heroes, gained his powers from training day and night. In his case, he began training a little bit earlier than most. His father was a gun-nut, a professional marksman that wanted his son to be even better than he was. Because of this, he pushed Izuma a little bit too much, having him training with many types of incredibly dangerous, military-grade equipment day and night.It's a wonder the cops weren't called. This is how Izuma gained his inhuman abilities.
  
  Incredibly accurate and precise, Izuma possesses the gaze of a hawk, or an eagle. He can 'zoom' in on a target, and even scan over their forms for critical areas or chinks in armor - and target that area with extreme prejudice. His reflexes, instincts, and hand-to-eye coordination is similarly inhuman, with Izuma being able to easily dodge high-speed attacks and react when his amazing eyes finds an opening to exploit. Firearms training wasn't the only training he did. Having kept up a similar regime among his university studying, Izuma possesses immense speed, agility, and strength. His speed and agility is higher than his strength, and this goes in accordance with his acrobatic and jumping power, which he uses in conjunction with his equipment. He has been trained in hand-to-hand combat, even though gunmanship is his speciality, and can hold his own against similarly-skilled opponents.
• Brief Backstory: This will be very brief. Trained by a master marksman, he was always a prodigy in the art of accuracy and precision, and has been trained to the peak of exhaustion ever since he was only a child. This, obviously, has made him into what he is today - a bit of a freak of nature amongst the more normal human beings around him. Despite this, he has attempted to carry on a regular life, despite the fact that he was anything but normal. After hitting a funk in his young career as a university student, not knowing what to do anymore in such a boring and dreadful existence, Izuma has turned to being a hero on the side of studying. It should help get out the kinks and depression.
• Hero Rank: After taking the Hero Registration test, he received the rank of C. This is mostly due to the fact that he easily did exceedingly well on the academic portion, but his physical portion was not as good as he would have liked. It was exams week, after all, and he had pulled three all-nighters in a row. He couldn't blossom the energy to do his best.
• Theme Song:

I wanna be a HERO! - One Punch Man-inspired anime superheroes RP

May be making a D or C-class Hero. A guy with potential, but is a bit distracted by every-day life and laziness.

plus i feel like this rp will fill with b to a ranks very quickly

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Alistaire 'Alex' Vael - Main Hallway - Tagged;; N/A

'So...this is the place, hm?' High in the sky, above River City Academy, a lean figure levitated in the air, his medium-length, messy hair waving cautiously with the breeze. He had his hands in his pockets, seemingly very casual despite the fact that he could easily fall to his doom, miles above stone-hard gravel. The teen wore a casual, zipped-up black designer jacket, slim jeans, a duffelbag slung over his shoulders, and black and white high-top sneakers, a pair of Beats headphones hanging off of his neck. His ears were pierced, electric-blue 'bolt' earrings held within his earlobes. As he simply floated there, a cool breeze drifted through the atmosphere, the boy moving downwards with the breeze, until his feet touched the gravel on the ground. Taking his hands out of his pockets, Alex took a creased and folded schedule out of his pocket, looking through it's contents. 'Main lobby is this way...dorms on the path to the left.' Calm, sharp eyes quickly glanced over the crowd all wandering towards the main lobby's entrance, packs still slung over their shoulders. Some of them were newcomers, like him...but he honestly did not feel like carrying this luggage for however long he had classes for. Without another glance back, Alex made his way to the male dormitories, quickly scouting out his room - labeled 'Room 4A'. The actual room was pretty nice...tidy, not too small, but not large enough to not be labeled a dorm room. No decorations, thankfully. Casually tossing his bag into the corner, Alex weighed his options. Head to the lobby...or stay here and find something meaningful to do.

'Clothes won't sort themselves.' Cracking his knuckles, the teenager began unpacking his items, as a constant, cool breeze floated through his dorm room, through the cracked window. Insurance. Could never stay defenseless in this world, after all.