Duoya

The Underground

Intrested.

★★ SOUL EATER ★★

@Agent 47
Finally finished this guy. Let me know if I should fix or change anything.

Raymond Rivers

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Name:
Raymond "Ray" Rivers

Nickname/Alias:
Ray

Age:
16

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Appearance
At first glance, Ray really isn't that impressive - he stands at 5'5, looks pretty scrawny, and most of his face is hidden by his long bangs. His hair is a light blond, and he keeps the style in a bowl cut, mainly to hide his eyes. His body isn't very scarred, but is extremely pale, and his hands are an absolute mess of callouses and cuts. Speaking of hands, they also seem to be extremely ashy compared to his body, most likely the fault of the chalk he puts on them. He usually dresses in either the school uniform, a suit, or large grey clothes that cover as much of his body as possible. His emotions are easy to read, even without seeing his eyes, as his mouth and facial features are extremely animated. A majority of the time, he is lightly blushing after embarrassing himself. He gives off a very "nerdy" atmosphere, and is an absolute pushover and a coward when it comes to himself. He rarely gets angry.

Despite his appearance, however, Raymond is an absolute monster physically. He weighs 208 pounds on average, a feat he has accomplished after years of training. The reason most people never see this is due to the fact that he constantly wears heavy clothing, and his muscles being more dense than massive. This isn't the only surprise, however - Ray hides his eyes behind his bangs due to the fact that they are, unlike the rest of his face, completely unemotional. He could smile as much as he likes, but his eyes will remain cold and unchanging, leading him to think other people would feel uncomfortable with them. His eyes are amber.

Eyes

Personality
Ray is the biggest pushover on the planet. You could insult him to his face, and as long as you say please for something, he'll almost always help. This, along with his extremely strong work ethic, has earned him a place as one of the most hard working memebers of the EAT class... That doesn't necessarily mean he is the smartest though. Since Ray isn't the smartest guy around (He's actually on the lower end in terms of intelligence), he instead places heavy value on his body, and has trained it to be as strong as possible. Weightlifting has become one of his main hobbies as a result, and he can usually be found in the gym. Ray frequently battles with his insecurities and occasionally spends days at a time interacting with as few people as possible. This pairs up with his extreme anxiety, leading to extreme stress before important events. Ray rarely holds a strong opinion on a matter, and even if he does, he will usually lie and agree with someone in order to avoid confrontation, something he greatly fears. Ray tries his best to help others, something he has grown to love, and even has adopted it as one of his main hobbies. If he ever saw a person in need, he would do his best to protect them, and may even attack the assailant.

Ray is very self conscious about his height, and one of the reasons he works out is to compensate. Ray hates when people are angry at him, and dislikes fighting for this reason. Ray is sensitive, and will always do his best to make sure that others feel better about themselves. This was instilled from a childhood of cliche cartoons and has also helped drive him towards his strong sense of justice. Ray is unique among most kids his age in the fact that he can sit still and do nothing for ridiculously long periods of time, a skill he developed during his rest days. This also functions as extreme patience, and Ray is able to wait hours on end for something he wants. While he can do this, he more often than not busies himself by cleaning the surrounding area or doing pushups, until he has nothing left to do. As expected of someone as strong as he is, Ray is obsessive over his workout and diet, refusing to eat anything that is not included in his diet plan and working out for at least 3 hours a day, 6 days a week.

Likes
Weightlifting, Reading, Working, Being Liked by others, Insects, Cartoons, Oats

Dislikes
Fighting, Studying, Complex Math, Cardio, Doing Badly at something, People Who Don't Like Cartoons

Fears
Confrontation, Embarrassing Himself, Failure, Fire

Backstory
Ray was born to a middle class family in Death City, an only child, and beloved by his parents. He was a precious miracle to them, and they were sure to make nothing hurt their little bundle of joy. Ray's early years are of little consequence, since he never interacted with a single person besides his parents. Even then, they left him alone for hours on end every weekday, both having some job they never talked about around the young boy. With nothing else to do (Or, more precisely, not knowing what ellse he could do), Ray simply sat still most of the day, in his room, alone. This was his life until the age of 5 - while his father continued to work, his mother stayed at home, and began to home school the young Ray. The law requires that a child be educated, and Ray's parents refused to send him to a public school - hell, even a private school would be too risky. His mother had a background in teaching, so she would home school their precious child.

Ray never exctly understood the material, however, no matter how hard he tried. Multiplication stumped him until he was nearly 10, and he probably would have been held back several times had his mother been less lenient towards her child. He was taught the bare minimum, and most of his days consisted of getting migraines over simple questions or watching cartoons, something he loved to do. Ashamed of himself, the ten year old Ray decided to do the few things he knew he wasn't terrible at - Music and Gym. Music was still something he didn't excel at, but he did his best to find an instrument he was decent in. He would spend a couple months, maybe even a year, getting decent at a single instrument, before feeling like he had no natural talent and moving on towards another. "Gym" was more akin to recess while Ray was home schooled - he would be given an hour a day to run around the house, something he was usually forbidden to do. Ray never really enjoyed it, but he could do it better than he could study. After a few weeks of running until he could barely stand, his father eventually took notice - a few days later, Ray's father was building a power rack and a squat rack in one of the empty rooms of the house. His son enjoyed exercising - hell, he was trying his hardest! Ray's father wouldn't let his son lose the one thing he was good at. And, after receiving his father's instructions on proper form, Ray began to exercise.

Ray was constantly exercising, focused on improving himself and doing something he was good at. He begged his mother to start cooking specific meals, weigh them to make sure how many calories and grams of protein were present. He loved to eat oats, as they were filling, but also had lots of protein for the few calories they contained. He slowly became better at mathematics, after using it to calculate his calorie intake and deficit. Eventually, he became truly impressive physically, possessing a body that most bodybuilders would approve of. But this did bring out one of his insecurities: He noticed how short he was. At 15, he was only 5'5, and while some would call that average, Ray could only see it as short for a guy. But despite this, he was proud of himself. He wasn't the smartest, or the most talented, but his parents constantly praised him for his strength and hard work. Whenever they went to get groceries, Ray was always able to carry the heaviest with ease. On his 16th birthday, his parents got him several presents, as they did every year: an ant farm, fresh gym chalk, a new track suit, and a small speaker (He was currently seeing if he was talented at playing the piano, but played on a keyboard instead of an actual piano). Ray immediately donned the tracksuit and went out to run, thanking his parents as he did so. He hated running, but he wanted to show his parents that he appreciated the gift. By the time he made it back to his house, it was burning in a fiery inferno.

The next three days were spent at the Death City orphanage, and Ray was inconsolable. His parents had died in the fire, and everything he ever knew, his entire childhood, burned in the flames. Life couldn't get worse. Ray never considered anything extreme, like suicide, but having the only two people you truly knew just... die, was extremely traumatic. On the third day, just before he went to bed, he received a call from a random number, with an area code he didn't recognize in the slightest. On the other end was his father.

Apparently, the strange work his father was doing was extremely dangerous - he was an undercover cop, and had spent the last 16 years getting a decent position inside of the mafia. He was giving the police tips on crimes they would commit and, after finding out, they tried to kill him. He and Ray's mother faked their deaths, and the government relocated them and gave them a new identity. Since Ray was home schooled and heavily sheltered, there was practically no risk that the mafia would go after him, or even knew about him. Still, his family wasn't going to risk their child by taking him with them - instead, he would go to DWMA, one of the most secure places on the planet. There was a risk of getting injured, but his parents preferred that to risking his life by taking them with him. He was quickly moved out of the orphanage and, after the police explained his situation, was accepted into DWMA.
Partner Name
TBA

Meister Abilities
Meister: Even though he is extremely untrained, Ray is still a Meister. He possesses the same potential and typical abilities all Meisters have, such as wavelength communication.

Wavelength Generation: Ray, for some reason, generates significantly more Soul Wavelength than the average Meister, allowing him to deal slightly more damage and fight longer before resting.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
Physique: Even by Meister standards, Ray is ridiculously strong. His reflexes and speed are below average compared to other meisters, but he can easily lift things others would struggle with.

Durability: Even more so than his strength, Ray can take beatings that would incapacitate others, only suffering serious injuries. In fact, Ray is almost masochistic in the fact that he will throw himself in harms way to protect others.

Music: Despite his poor agility, years of practice has allowed him to be somewhat proficient at playing most musical instruments. While he is decent at most instruments, he has no heavy specialization.

Soul Resonance
TBA

Extra
Ray has no combat training whatsoever, a massive drawback for a Meister. This, combined with his lower than average intellect and lack of skills, makes him one of the weaker members of the EAT class.

Thanks to how he was sheltered, Ray's skills are heavily specialized, and he lacks more utilitarian skills, like cooking or cleaning.

★★ SOUL EATER ★★

Writing up a Meister, should be done later today/tomorrow.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Updated as of 8/24/18

Dirk Davidson

Appearance

Name: Theodore Smith | Dirk Davidson
Title: The Resolute
Appearance: Standing at 6' 2" and weighing just under 195 lbs, Dirk is very impressive physically. His character would prefer to wear heavy armor most of the time, but due to high costs, he has resigned himself to cheap cloth until he can afford better gear. Dirk seems to have a presence that demands attention, and he speaks in a voice far too loud and bombastic to be considered normal. His hair is black, his eyes are chestnut colored, and he seems to take a few seconds to think before he speaks. His disposition is usually cocky, but he is more than willing to pick up the slack to help weaker players.

Gender: Man
Age: 23
Race: Human
Background: Theodore was born to a middle class family in an extremely poor neighborhood, and if the name didn't give it away, he was heavily bullied and harassed for this fact. It didn't matter if he came to school dressed in clothes like the other kids or he did his best to hide - they always found him. He was rarely included into social situations with his peers, and sure as hell didn't have any friends. He didn't blame them though - in the neighborhood he lived in, it would be social suicide, and would tarnish whatever hopes of respect the person who took pity on the bullied kid had. His parents, of course, tried to appeal to the school, but that was a failure. The school didn't have the funds to make sure a single kid wasn't harassed, and they already gave detentions to the bullies. That didn't help though - if anything, they made it worse. The abuse and harassment continued to pile on, until eventually, Dirk managed to find a safe haven - Video games.

Theo, as expected of someone with little social interaction, turned to sources of entertainment that only required a single person. Reading was enjoyable, along with TV shows and writing, but he truly found a safe haven in the world of video games. There, you could be anything - A chivalrous knight, a serious detective, or even a superhero! Most importantly to Theo, you could be someone besides yourself. After discovering video games at the age of 8, Theo was in love - he begged his parents for extra allowance to buy a new console, he started doing more chores around the house so his parents would let him stay up late to play, and he even began to mow the lawns of his neighbors, much to his peers amusement. He would do anything to play games. Over time, he began to adopt a favorite type of character, the kind that just sits with you right. A hero that would protect the weak and punish the wicked, looking good and dispensing pearls of wisdom as he did so. The kind of guy that was super strong, that could take a hit without even flinching before delivering a smooth one-liner. A cool dude that people all around loved and praised. The kind of man that Theo truly wanted to be. Whenever he played a game, he did his best to make a character like this. At the age of 10, he created his personal hero: Dirk Davidson.

The name was childish, and was picked from some cartoon character Theo can't even remember any more. But that didn't matter - Dirk was perfect. He was the kind of guy that was cocky, confident, and took all the attention in the room with a single sentence. Always the center of attention, the hero of the story, surrounded by cool party members and NPCs that seemed to only exist to make Dirk even more perfect by comparison. Dirk was always able to win, even against impossible odds. Sometimes he was a fighter or a knight, but he was always the class that relied on strength the most. Dirk was a paragon of good, constantly protecting his friends and defending the weak - even if they hate his guts. Dirk was trusting, he was charitable, and to Theo... He was a savior. Maybe even a god. This obsession slowly increased over the years, to the point where Theo wrote crappy stories about the adventures Dirk went on and commission art of Dirk.

Obviously, Theo wasn't healthy. He covered his room in pictures and pages of text, all about Dirk, the hero, the god. This greatly troubled his parents, who eventually signed him up for therapy at the age of 14. This was seen as betrayal by Theo - how dare they think Dirk was unhealthy for Theo? Dirk SAVED Theo from the constant pestering, gave him an outlet. Theo eventually managed to convince the therapist he was "better", and took down his art. Dirk didn't need that - he was a kind man. He would understand Theo's reasoning. Years went by quickly, Theo's obsession never grew better, but he did grow better as a person - He began to exercise, study more, he eventually found a job. Hell, when he managed to get fit, a few girls even asked him out. He never agreed though - They were just trying to trick him, make him look like an idiot. Theo eventually graduated high school, top of his class, and was quickly offered a decent scholarship at John Hopkins University, which Theo accepted. He never decided what profession he wanted to enter, but his parents were extremely excited at the thought of their son becoming a doctor. By that point, Theo had forgiven his parents for their betrayal, and studied for the medical field.

This was all a great accomplishment for a white kid from a poor neighborhood, and most of the college students seemed very accepting. In fact, Theo managed to make several friends that he honestly felt a connection with. Of course, this never impeded his love of video games and, by extension, Dirk. It was a week after his 23 birthday - the release of the newest and most advanced game console, fresh with arguably the most anticipated game in the world - Talrae! the game cost a fortune, but his parents knew how much he was anticipating the game. With a college kids budget, there was no chance in hell he would get in on the release day - this was, arguably, the greatest gift in his life. Theo called up Joe's pizza, the small pizza joint he had been ordering from for the past 10 years. He didn't want to accidentally starve while playing. He turned on the console, feeling his eyelids shut and the loss of control of his body as the menu came up. The first thing he did in character creation was enter in the name of his character.

Dirk Davidson

Class: Paladin
Subclass: None

Health: 3000
Mana: 1300
Strength: 18
Agility: 13
Intelligence: 5

Level: 9
Renn: 60 Total
Experience: 1194/2570

Skills

Sword Wielding: Lv.20
The ability to effectively wield swords. Self-explanatory.

Acting: Lv.56
The ability to pretend to be something you are not.

Searching: Lv.10
The ability to search for items and look for specific things.

Spells

Holy

Aggravate: User makes target attack the caster for a few seconds. 50MP.
Bless: User blesses target, granting small damage reduction. 100MP.
Vengeful Smite: User has a low chance to deal magic damage to target that has managed to deal melee damage against user. Passive.
Magic Shield: User gains a magical shield that blocks the next physical damage. 100MP.
Even the Odds: User deals magical damage to a single target equal to user's currently missing health. 200MP.
Fortress of Wood: User gains a small, permanent, irremovable damage reduction. Works for all kinds of damages. Passive.
Holy Fury: User gains +10 Strength and +10 Agility for a few moments. 200MP.
Emit Purity: User glows with silvery light for a few moments, dealing damage and slowing down all nearby targets. 300MP.
Bless Weapon: User enhances their main weapon, making it deal additional magic damage for the next 3 normal attacks. 300MP.
Radiating Challenge: User declares target an opponent. The target may only directly attack the User until one or the other is dead. 500MP.
Greater Bless: User blesses target, granting damage reduction. 200MP.

Body

Actions

Inspiring Presence: Whenever user takes damage, they have a small chance to either recover 100HP or have target nearby friendly gain 50HP. Passive.
Resolute Smite: User slams their shield and weapon together. All hostile units are forced to attack user for 1 attack, Action or Spell. However, User only takes 50% of the damage. Can only be used with 1 shield and 1 weapon. 200MP.

Items:
Buckler
Shield (Round & Equipped)
Leather armor
Full Plate Armor (Equipped)
Longsword [Uncommon]
Longsword
Solace Blade [+2 Agi, +2 Str] (Equipped)
Solace Medallion [+1 Str, +1 Agi, +1 Int] (Equipped)
3X Red Potion
Potion of Resistance
Common Clothes
Rosary of Courage [Resistance to negative emotions] (Equipped)
Abyssal Mask [Instill great fear in target up to two minutes, Can be used twice a day]
Subscription to Data Link 66 Newsletter (4 weeks remaining)
Sleeping Bag
Dried fruit x7

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

JED awoke at 8:30 AM, his system slowly booting online as his battery finished recharging. He automatically powered himself on after reaching a full battery, a vain attempt to compensate for his short battery life. Of course, having to spend a majority of the day offline was by no means efficient, but what could he do about it? Instead, JED stressed over the growing crowds that almost constantly surrounded the apartment building. They had always been a problem, but they were rapidly growing as the number of mutants in their ranks increased. JED respected their right to peacefully assemble, but they made it somewhat difficult to leave the apartment. In fact, most of the time, JED had to sneak his lumbering body through the emergency exit, doing his best to hide his monstrous body. JED didn't enjoy their hatred - well, to be more specific, he didn't enjoy their hatred towards his actions. JED was perfectly fine with their anger towards him - it was unjustified, but they were entitled to their opinions. They couldn't do anything to hurt him because of his durability, and their words could be ignored. But they were also the people that hated everything he did - every time JED tried to work at the soup kitchen, he was rejected because the homeless wouldn't take pity from a monster. They wouldn't allow him to assist with construction or any other charity work, refusing to be helped. Thanks to that, JED was forced to spend most of his time cleaning the apartment building or doing menial chores. Slowly, the robot realized it had not turned on it's sensors, and slowly, the world came into view.

The boiler was humming gently, and the breaker was directly to Jed's left. The outlet, the only one in the room, was completely empty. The room itself was barren, devoid of any customization or personalization - it was your typical boiler room, made of metal and concrete. This was his room. Considering he was a robot and didn't need the comforts that humans need, JED offered to stay in the boiler room, a relatively large area that had space that would, otherwise, go to waste. This was fine by the other occupants. especially since he was out of sight. Slowly, the crystalline legs shapeshifted, pushing JED upwards into a standing position. He then began to walk at a slow, almost laughable pace, gently manipulating his arms in order to open the door - a task that requires the utmost precision. Finally, JED managed to accomplish this feat, and he slowly, with extreme care, maneuvered his body out of the small door frame without breaking anything. JED looked around - Timothy's area was, as always, heavily locked, and the washing area had no activity. Storage was locked behind a closed door, and JED had never had a reason to go inside - he didn't own a single possession, so he had no reason to. The elevator was another place that JED had never entered - he alone exceeded the weight limit, leaving him to use the stairs. Behind him, the emergency exit, the one he entered in order to escape to the outside world, was closed with a neon exit sign a few inches above it. Most humans would find it completely depressing, but JED had grown fond of the area over the last 7 months.

The slow pace eventually got JED to the stairs, which he slowly began to ascend. Upon making it to the top, JED peaked around the corner, looking at the crowd gathering outside the gate. It was large, consisting of at least 2 dozen people, all of whom held signs in their hands. They started to yell insults, and emerging from the crowd soaked, was Garfield. When the two were introduced, JED was sure to keep his distance - if he exploded, some people nearby may get very injured. He entered through the gate, and JED opened the door for him, and Garfield quickly made his way to the lounge. Just then, the announcement sounded throughout the entire building.

"Will all Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready. I repeat. All Rogue X members please come down to the lounge. You have fifteen minutes to get ready."

Glad that he had something to do, JED began to follow Garfield into the lounge, positioning himself into a corner. He didn't feel discomfort from standing and the chairs would not be able to hold his weight, so JED simply stood constantly when he wasn't charging. Chibi was one of the first to arrive, followed by Serenity and the others. Overall, JED liked the team a great deal - they were the closest thing he had to a family, and humans were supposed to be very connected with their families. JED greeted them as they arrived waving his jagged, sharp arm.

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

@AngelofOctober
Yeah, sorry for the wait. Schoolwork and job have kept me a little swamped. Working on a post now!

★★ SOUL EATER ★★

Super interested! I plan on making a weapon, but I can play a Meister if we get too many weapons/ the pairs are imbalanced.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Just finished a Paladin, so we have a tank as well.

Dirk Davidson

Appearance

Name: Theodore Smith | Dirk Davidson
Title: None
Appearance: Standing at 6' 2" and weighing just under 195 lbs, Dirk is very impressive physically. His character would prefer to wear heavy armor most of the time, but due to high costs, he has resigned himself to cheap cloth until he can afford better gear. Dirk seems to have a presence that demands attention, and he speaks in a voice far too loud and bombastic to be considered normal. His hair is black, his eyes are chestnut colored, and he seems to take a few seconds to think before he speaks. His disposition is usually cocky, but he is more than willing to pick up the slack to help weaker players.

Gender: Man
Age: 23
Race: Human
Background: Theodore was born to a middle class family in an extremely poor neighborhood, and if the name didn't give it away, he was heavily bullied and harassed for this fact. It didn't matter if he came to school dressed in clothes like the other kids or he did his best to hide - they always found him. He was rarely included into social situations with his peers, and sure as hell didn't have any friends. He didn't blame them though - in the neighborhood he lived in, it would be social suicide, and would tarnish whatever hopes of respect the person who took pity on the bullied kid had. His parents, of course, tried to appeal to the school, but that was a failure. The school didn't have the funds to make sure a single kid wasn't harassed, and they already gave detentions to the bullies. That didn't help though - if anything, they made it worse. The abuse and harassment continued to pile on, until eventually, Dirk managed to find a safe haven - Video games.

Theo, as expected of someone with little social interaction, turned to sources of entertainment that only required a single person. Reading was enjoyable, along with TV shows and writing, but he truly found a safe haven in the world of video games. There, you could be anything - A chivalrous knight, a serious detective, or even a superhero! Most importantly to Theo, you could be someone besides yourself. After discovering video games at the age of 8, Theo was in love - he begged his parents for extra allowance to buy a new console, he started doing more chores around the house so his parents would let him stay up late to play, and he even began to mow the lawns of his neighbors, much to his peers amusement. He would do anything to play games. Over time, he began to adopt a favorite type of character, the kind that just sits with you right. A hero that would protect the weak and punish the wicked, looking good and dispensing pearls of wisdom as he did so. The kind of guy that was super strong, that could take a hit without even flinching before delivering a smooth one-liner. A cool dude that people all around loved and praised. The kind of man that Theo truly wanted to be. Whenever he played a game, he did his best to make a character like this. At the age of 10, he created his personal hero: Dirk Davidson.

The name was childish, and was picked from some cartoon character Theo can't even remember any more. But that didn't matter - Dirk was perfect. He was the kind of guy that was cocky, confident, and took all the attention in the room with a single sentence. Always the center of attention, the hero of the story, surrounded by cool party members and NPCs that seemed to only exist to make Dirk even more perfect by comparison. Dirk was always able to win, even against impossible odds. Sometimes he was a fighter or a knight, but he was always the class that relied on strength the most. Dirk was a paragon of good, constantly protecting his friends and defending the weak - even if they hate his guts. Dirk was trusting, he was charitable, and to Theo... He was a savior. Maybe even a god. This obsession slowly increased over the years, to the point where Theo wrote crappy stories about the adventures Dirk went on and commission art of Dirk.

Obviously, Theo wasn't healthy. He covered his room in pictures and pages of text, all about Dirk, the hero, the god. This greatly troubled his parents, who eventually signed him up for therapy at the age of 14. This was seen as betrayal by Theo - how dare they think Dirk was unhealthy for Theo? Dirk SAVED Theo from the constant pestering, gave him an outlet. Theo eventually managed to convince the therapist he was "better", and took down his art. Dirk didn't need that - he was a kind man. He would understand Theo's reasoning. Years went by quickly, Theo's obsession never grew better, but he did grow better as a person - He began to exercise, study more, he eventually found a job. Hell, when he managed to get fit, a few girls even asked him out. He never agreed though - They were just trying to trick him, make him look like an idiot. Theo eventually graduated high school, top of his class, and was quickly offered a decent scholarship at John Hopkins University, which Theo accepted. He never decided what profession he wanted to enter, but his parents were extremely excited at the thought of their son becoming a doctor. By that point, Theo had forgiven his parents for their betrayal, and studied for the medical field.

This was all a great accomplishment for a white kid from a poor neighborhood, and most of the college students seemed very accepting. In fact, Theo managed to make several friends that he honestly felt a connection with. Of course, this never impeded his love of video games and, by extension, Dirk. It was a week after his 23 birthday - the release of the newest and most advanced game console, fresh with arguably the most anticipated game in the world - Talrae! the game cost a fortune, but his parents knew how much he was anticipating the game. With a college kids budget, there was no chance in hell he would get in on the release day - this was, arguably, the greatest gift in his life. Theo called up Joe's pizza, the small pizza joint he had been ordering from for the past 10 years. He didn't want to accidentally starve while playing. He turned on the console, feeling his eyelids shut and the loss of control of his body as the menu came up. The first thing he did in character creation was enter in the name of his character.

Dirk Davidson

Class: Paladin
Subclass: None

Health: 1500
Mana: 200
Strength: 10
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 1

Level: 1
Renn: 100 Renn
Experience: 0

Skills

Sword Mastery: Lv.7
The ability to effectively wield swords with one hand. Self-explanatory.

Heavy Armor Mastery: Lv.15
The ability to wear heavy armory more efficiently, providing more defense.

Repairs: Lv. 5
The ability to repair equipment efficiently. Includes both armor and weapons, but does not allow for improving items beyond their original strength.

Shields: Lv. 7
The ability to wield a shield. Most often used for defense, but a high level in this skill may allow the use of shields offensively, and may make larger shields less cumbersome.

Spells

Aggravate: User makes target attack the caster for a few seconds. 50MP, 30CD.

Actions

Shield Raise: Shield User only. User raises a shield, reducing incoming ranged attack damage for a bit. 50MP, 30CD.

Stunning Punch: User punches out. Medium chance of stunning target briefly. 30MP, 30CD.

Items:
Cheap Clothes
Cheap Shoes

Talrae (Sword Art Online Inspired RP)

Also interested. I don't really care either way if we do or don't use dice, so I'll let the others vote on that.

Super Invincible Max God Century Robo: Giga Assault Hell Smasher Promethion - A Combining Mecha RPG

Victor Lewis

Victor was, in a word, bored. The monthly meetings, which they all were forced to attend, dragged on with the pace of a snail on horse tranquilizers, and the monotony of Mr. Ikkyou's voice was not helping Victor remain conscious in the slightest. Victor was barely registering his teammates beside him, focusing entirely on keeping his heavy eye lids from snapping closed. It wasn't until the soft, slightly nervous voice of the woman hit his ears that Victor's eyes shot open. Ms. P! She was one of the few ladies present, outside of his team, and her presence was always appreciated. Adjusting his beret and wiping the drool from his mouth, Victor rested his elbow on the table in front of the team, and then place his fist against his chin. Ms. P didn't even notice, and was already addressing the team leader, Ms. Shourichi.

"Ah, um, Commander Shourichi, do you and your team have uhm, plans to deal with an attack during the delivery?"

Ms. Shourchi didn't speak for a few seconds, but immediately, her bombastic and cool voice broke the silence of the room.

"You bet your nice little ass that we have a plan."

Victor immediately broke into applause, nodding in agreement with the statement. He sure as hell didn't know what their plan was, but Ms. P did have a nice, if petite, derriere. He slowly stopped the enthused applause, just as Ms. Shourichi continued with her statement.

"I don't know the whole plan myself, but we shouldn't have any problems on an escort mission, even if we run into something. All components that can be waterproofed are waterproofed, and there's no reason to doubt Promethion can function in an aquatic environment. Noooo sweat."

Victor continued to nod, agreeing with the sentiments. He also had no clue what the hell their plan would be, but the Sharur was built to withstand intense pressure and was airtight to allow underground travel. It should be able to function in underwater conditions... Only problem was, Sharur could only use it's legs for propulsion, and was far too heavy to float. If Victor fell into a deep body of water, he would have to abandon ship and pray he could swim for it. Of course, these concerns didn't manifest themselves on Victor's face, which remained as cocky and brash as usual.

"C'mon Ms. P, you know we can handle it, even if we ran in guns blazing. We're just that awesome!"

Victor was about to lean back in his chair and place his legs on top of the desk, before realizing that the last time he did that, he fell and got a concussion. Instead, he chose to to place his hands behind his head and lean back as much as possible without pushing the chair legs off the ground. That was when a higher pitched, slightly effeminate voice spoke up near Victor.

"Ms. Stoll seems to have some concerns!"

Ah, there he was. Turning his head, Victor saw the beaming face of Michel. Kid was pretty girly, but Victor planned on molding the youngster after his own image. After all, he was the only other male pilot, and Victor always wanted to be looked up to as a role model. Victor liked the kid though - He was nice, respectful, and the kid always did his best to help out the team. Victor honestly wished he was more like Michel in that regard - hell, he kind of thought of himself as a scumbag! But Michel was a good kid, and was even helping out Ms. Stoll. Speaking of...

Victor turned his attention towards her, just as the woman started signing. Victor had joined the sign language class in high school for his foreign language credits since the teacher was quite attractive and the Spanish teacher hated his guts. Even being raised in a Cuban family, Victor knew that Mr.Ramirez would have found a way to make him fail that class. He certainly didn't remember half the stuff he learned, but this would be a good chance to check out Ms. Stoll. Victor leaned closer, doing his best to look like he was watching all of her motions carefully.

<The glorious Commander prefers improvisation, since we do not know what each Kaiju will be like anyway. A basic plan usually suffices. What security precautions are being taken?>

Obviously, Victor was barely able to pick up any words at all, most of Ms. Stoll's motions being incredibly fast paced and fluid. However, Victor managed to understand several words while looking at her rack, which surprised even him.

"Something something Improvise-something. Then she said some more stuff, I heard a 'plan', and 'usually'. Finally, she asked something about security, and I know it was a question cause she also said 'what'."

Victor mimicked Hazel, holding his arms at about shoulder width apart with palms faced up, the sign for 'What'. After doing so, he took off his beret and ruffled his hair, before groaning in frustration.

"UGGHH, Whatever, I suck at sign language - Anybody got a pen and paper?" Victor called out, completely oblivious to the notebook in Hazel's pocket.