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Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy

Ace sat against the cool factory walls, only a small distance from his partner - Karrsh. He was a couple years older than Ace was, and to be honest, he had seemed to take far more of a beating than Ace ever had. Hell, most of his body was cybernetic at this point, a feature that was pretty hard to ignore. Still, he was pretty quiet for a metal man, and Ace was focusing on the task at hand - making sure everything was secure, and nothing happened. To be honest, the work was an immense drag - there was nothing to do, and he wanted to make sure he was focused in case things turned sour. The small cauldron on his back hummed slightly, the constant heat it emitted comfortably warming his back. Ace never enjoyed the cold - while the intense heat of explosives against his skin was unbearable, at least that only lasted a few moments. When reverencing, he was kept in intense cold for hours on end in order to help with the burns - the scars of which still litter his torso and limbs.

Ace didn't think about much during the time they spent there - he had grown used to the intense boredom that follows without any stimulation, having been restricted to it countless times when not on a mission. He simply learned that turning off your brain and not focusing on anything made time go by faster - unfortunately, he was on a mission now. Ace kept his senses sharp, and made sure to be ready for action at a moment's notice. When Karrsh unexpectedly spoke, however, it caused Ace to nearly jump.

Ace had to pause temporarily - everyone had heard each other's stories, and no one there were strangers to cruelty or abuse. Karrsh was simply never extended the same opportunity to live a peaceful life that the others had been given. Would he have taken said opportunity had he ever been given it? Personally, Ace chose not to respond. Talking would either distract him from the mission, or bring up thoughts and emotions that would distract him. They could talk about their motivations and incentives when their wasn't work that needed to be done - if the Ascendancy of Man had given him anything, it was a good work ethic.

"Uh, never mind..."

Ace responded in his own quiet whisper, unaware that Karrsh had been speaking through the comm. link.

"If you say so."

To be honest, Ace had no idea how to respond - but he definitely wanted to make sure that Karrsh hadn't been thinking that Ace simply ignored him. He really didn't want to get on any of his teammates bad side - especially since they were his only way to get back to his father.

Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy

@TheHangedMan
Ace enjoys oatmeal, especially if it has cinnamon.

My Hero Academia - Summer/Boot Camp Style

Interested.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Theodore Smith

Eden Hall

@HueMan

The meal was, as expected, nothing extraordinary. Still, a free meal was nothing to sneeze at, considering Theo planned on saving every single nickel he owned until he could afford some decent armor. To be honest, Theo himself would vastly prefer another way of making a living, when comparing it to monster hunting - he was never in extreme danger, considering he allocated his stats in order to resist attacks and survive, but his party dying would quickly result in his death. A more stable form of income would be the smartest thing to o... but he doubted that his party would agree to finding day jobs. Eventually, the party came down and ate, before going on their own way. Theo, as expected, was still extremely nervous around the waitress, not responding to her compliment earlier. He knew that he would, in all likelihood, stutter horribly.

There were several options for what he could do with his day - go out and explore, look for his allies, maybe even hunt lower level monsters and get the party to help. Despite those options, however, Theo knew exactly the place he wanted to spend his time - Theo quickly made his way to the bar where Hans stood, cleaning several mugs in preparation for the evening. Using his acting ability, Theo made himself appear as serious and likable as possible - his voice dropped slightly, and he abandoned the loud tone that Dirk was known for, with his stance remaining steadfast, yet submissive.

"Excuse me, Sir, but if you do not mind, I'd like to assist you today."

Hans was slightly taken aback - after all, he did not expect one of those adventurers to offer help to him. They didn't just speak strange and use foreign words - but even their mannerisms and behavior seemed to change at the drop of the hat. In fact, Hans had seen several adventurers cry for no apparent reason just last night. To be honest, he had gotten a lot more business lately, especially from other adventurers, so the help wouldn't be unappreciated...

"Sure, kid - you'll be waiting on tables and cleaning up - just make sure not to slack off too much."

Theo nodded his head, before quickly making his way towards the backroom - there, he found a uniform similar to the waitress, albeit shabbier and made for a man rather than a woman. Quickly opening his menu, Theo changed instantly, and grabbed the small bucket and mop as he made his way out of the room. Upon reaching the Hall, he began to clean up some of the remains of what appeared to be a great night yesterday, judging by the amount of spilled alcohol. Apparently, some players managed to find a decent escape from their current state. Theo himself never enjoyed drinking - it was something he though of as a waste of time, money, and brain cells. But hey, he enjoyed working - it gave him time to reflect on everything that happened.

The waitress, unfortunately, only appeared surprised that Theo was working there, but quickly went back to her job. She seemed to be a good worker, and Theo was glad that he could avoid talking for awhile. It made it easier to keep up the act. Eventually (around Early Daytime), the floors were spotless, and Theo quickly made his way to the backroom. There, he returned the mop and bucket, and he made his way back to the main area - it was time to become a waiter. Theo never really realized the impact his low speed had on him, or the physical demands that being in food service had. By mid day, however, it had finally arrived - Theo was on break.

Sitting down at one of the Tables, Theo sighed in relief. It was less that he was tired, more that he just couldn't feel his feet. This feeling of tiredness and a lack of energy quickly vanished, however, as the waitress sat down with him.

"You'll never guess how surprised I was to see you!" The waitress said, her voice immediately turning into a giggle. "I always thought adventurers were too high-class to work in an inn."

Thanking his past self the he put so many points into his acting, Theo responded in his normal voice.

"I personally think adventurers don't do it cause it's pretty tiring... To be honest, I would prefer to fight a couple wolves then go through that again."

The waitress rewarded Theo's poor attempt at humor with another giggle, and he grew more tense than he was in the dungeon.

If you think that was, bad, just prepare for the end of our break - that's when lunch rush starts.

Groaning as he realized that hunger in the real world and this one followed the same schedule, Theo prepared himself mentally to ask something he never would have in the real world.

"S-Sorry for not asking yet but... What's your name?"

The girl curtsied slightly, responding.

"Julia Rott, pleased to make your acquaintance! But it is rude to ask people what their names are when you don't even give your own!"

Theo's mind raced, but with great deliberation, he responded.

"My... My name's Theodore. You can call me Theo."

---

Lunch was, as Julia said a constant stream of people. Theo discovered a newfound respect for old Hans, who was keeping up with them with ease. Theo would have been overwhelmed, had Julia not picked up his slack. Eventually, however... it was done. The trio continued to work, and Theo was struck by the rough sense of belonging he felt. It was nice here - he felt that he was appreciated. Vinny, his friend from the real world, was the only other person to make him feel this way. The time passed quickly, and it was now Early nighttime - The dinner rush hadn't started yet, but the place was still packed. Theo, out of the coner of his eye, noticed a man in darker clothes approach Hans... before pulling out a dagger. Quickly, he restrained Hans, and began to threaten everyone.

"If anybody moves, this guy's dead! Now, you-"

He pointed at Julia, who jumped slightly.

"- You're going to get all the money this place has made today, and you're going to hand it to me - any funny movements, and I won't just slit this old guy's throat."

Slowly, Julia began to move... Before another voice was heard.

"Hey, asshole."

Quickly opening his menu, Theo equipped the Abyssal Mask, before pointing at the robber.

"Get the hell out of here before I kill you."

Theo activated the Abyssal Mask effect and, as expected, the NPC immediately began to shake violently, dropping the dagger before he ran out of the Inn. Theo never would have expected that the NPC's, other than possibly bandits, would commit crimes. Theo unequipped the mask, before realizing that all the inn's patrons were staring at him.

Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy

Johnathon "Johnny" Ace

Name: Jonathon "Johnny" Ace

Age: 15

Physical Description

The pictured outfit was what Johnny wore on his first suicide mission - every other time, including now, he wears a simple Jumpsuit with the identification number of J-15814. The first suit was made to hold as much explosives as possible, but when the military realized that Johnny was reusable, they created the jumpsuits in order to save on resources. The Jumpsuit is made of Blast-Resistant Fabric, and is meant to keep him comfortable in a variety of climates. It is his only form of clothing. Other than that, Johnny has few notable features. He has brown hair, Green eyes, and constant training has resulted in well-developed muscles. Johnny is fairly short, only being 5'1 - the military had restricted his growth in order to help him fit into the cannons and make him more compact. His skin is fairly pale due to staying inside all day, but his body is littered with burn scars. Most notably, Johnny always wears a pair of running shoes, which look very old. While his pictured hair is long, repeated burning after explosions encouraged him to shave it down.

Important items:
Due to the nature of his time spent on the field, Johnny only owns one actual possession. His father, Glenn Ace, had given Johnny a new pair of runner's shoes for the Track team - These shoes, while being relatively mundane, had extreme personal value to Johnny. For the next few years in the military, Johnny only had his shoes to remind him of his family.

The shoes themselves are barely related to what they once were - after repeatedly refusing to take them off, even after exploding, his handlers decided to repair them with Blast-Proof Fabric, allowing them to survive extreme explosive damage and remain relatively unscathed. Johnny, no matter his current attire, always wear these shoes, as he knew that his father spent money that they didn't have on them. They have been recently resized, as they were growing too tight on Johnny's feet.

Nemesis Weapon:
"Nemesis Cauldron"
A small (1 foot cube) black cauldron constructed from a strange metal, which Johnny had stolen just before his escape. The cauldron is always warm to the touch, no matter the surrounding air - When the lid is closed, the cauldron begins to whir and grows comfortable hot. Anything placed into the cauldron - solid, liquid, or gas - is boiled down through an unknown process to create various chemicals. Johnny, thanks to his years of using the cauldron's products and the cauldron's relatively simple controls, has learned how to control what is made. Using the cauldron, he could make highly explosive potions, medicines, and even recreational drugs. The cauldron runs on a power source that is expected to last at least a few thousand years.

While the cauldron can make nearly any chemical, it relies on transmutation and the rule of equivalent exchange to create what it does - while Johnny could make something weak with an apple, he'll be unable to make something like morphine without sacrificing a far more valuable item. Additionally, while it can boil down nearly anything, truly strong materials like Perfected Electrum and other Nemesis Weapons remain unaffected by the process.

Short Bio:
Jonathon Ace was raised to in a very poor family, often going days without eating. His mother was not in the picture, and his father had dropped out of high school early on and could rarely hold down a job. Despite this, Johnathon was a determined youth, and his father, Glenn Ace, always encouraged him to try his hardest at everything he did, and to always "Listen to your Burning Emotions!" As such, Jonathon was a determined youth, got good grades despite being unable to afford a proper tutor, and was a star player on the track team. Johnathon, in fact, placed his all into running - as that was what would save him from poverty. As long as he kept running, he could survive.

Glenn Ace got into trouble very early on in Jonathon's life with the mafia - he had taken a high interest loan, and over the years, it only racked up a higher debt. Glenn had done everything he could - but at the age of 8, Johnathon was kidnapped in order to be sold as a child slave. The night before he was stolen was the last time Johnny ever saw his father. Only a week later, Johnny was sold to the government as a child soldier - there, they injected him with strange chemicals and he underwent cruel experimentation (These experiments were magical in nature, with little tech involved). After a week of this treatment, he was immediately thrown into the fields of battle - where many of his fellow soldiers died. Johnny had several strange vials and bottles strapped onto his body, before being launched directly at the Rau've forces.

The landing didn't hurt in the slightest - in fact, the real pain started only a few seconds later, as the bottles cracked, and a massive fireball engulfed Johnny and the soldiers who surrounded him. It took every fiber in his being not to die - more than anything else, the 8 year old wanted to simply give up and die. But Johnny sure as hell wasn't going to just give up and die there - Instead, he simply grit his teeth, and let his Burning Emotions take over. Eventually, the human forces found him, still breathing and nearly dead, but still having all his limbs. It was a miracle.

As it turned out, the human army planned on using him as a 1-time suicide unit - they put him through the bare-minimum procedures needed to survive the landing, so Rau've soldiers would attempt to help out the small child. They never expected anybody to survive such a strong blast with barely any protection. So, after healing and going through a few more horrifying experiments, Johnathon was sent back to the fields of battle. Again. And Again. And Again.

Johnny possessed an incredible success rate - after the first year, he had even grown resistant enough to the explosives to start running back to base and get strapped up again. Slowly, his healing time dwindled, and he eventually became a living artillery bomb. All this time, as his endurance was artificially enhanced, Johnny remembered his father's words to his son - "Listen to your Burning Emotions!" Johnny knew that the war was pointless - countless of his friends died, and many were left with little chance to survive. As such, he decided to listen to his Burning Emotions - he finally decided to make his escape. Just like he did on the track team, as long as he kept running, he would be able to forge his own path.

He had just been launched out of the cannon, and decimated a transport vehicle. The wounds, at this point, were only superficial - his willpower and endurance easily got him back on his feet. The shock collar around his neck would shock him quickly - or it would, had Johnny not stolen the keycard needed to unlock it. As soon as it was off, Johnny booked it towards Rau've forces, and was immediately taken captive. He was thrown to the ground, checked for weapons, and thrown into a new transport vehicle for moving to a prison. The prison, while unfamiliar, was of little concern towards Johnny - he didn't care how long it was, as long as he could escape eventually, he'd be able to find his father. Luckily, escape never came - it wasn't needed.

Johnny made a few friends while he was imprisoned, and while the treatment wasn't great, it could have been far worse. Eventually, the war ended - after 6 years of being blown up, Johnny could finally live in peace. The aliens, while strange looking, were very kind when the war ended. They even offered Johnny, who had massacred hundreds of their soldiers, a home among them. The offer was very tempting - however, his Burning Emotions refused to allow him to quit. He didn't want revenge or to kill the humans, like some of his companions did - all Johnny wanted was to find his father. After that... Well, Johnny wasn't the best at making plans, so he decided to let Future Jonathon deal with that!

Spell List: N/A

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Endurance X 3
Exceptional Speed X 3

The Resistance : Heroes of the New Age

I plan on making a villainous inventor character, in case anyone wants would like that as a nemesis.

The Resistance : Heroes of the New Age

Interested, if there is still room.

Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy

@Letter Bee
This guy okay?

Johnathon "Johnny" Ace

Name: Jonathon "Johnny" Ace

Age: 15

Physical Description

The pictured outfit was what Johnny wore on his first suicide mission - every other time, including now, he wears a simple Jumpsuit with the identification number of J-15814. The first suit was made to hold as much explosives as possible, but when the military realized that Johnny was reusable, they created the jumpsuits in order to save on resources. The Jumpsuit is made of Blast-Resistant Fabric, and is meant to keep him comfortable in a variety of climates. It is his only form of clothing. Other than that, Johnny has few notable features. He has brown hair, Green eyes, and constant training has resulted in well-developed muscles. Johnny is fairly short, only being 5'1 - the military had restricted his growth in order to help him fit into the cannons and make him more compact. His skin is fairly pale due to staying inside all day, but his body is littered with burn scars. Most notably, Johnny always wears a pair of running shoes, which look very old.

Important items:
Due to the nature of his time spent on the field, Johnny only owns one actual possession. His father, Glenn Ace, had given Johnny a new pair of runner's shoes for the Track team - These shoes, while being relatively mundane, had extreme personal value to Johnny. For the next few years in the military, Johnny only had his shoes to remind him of his family.

The shoes themselves are barely related to what they once were - after repeatedly refusing to take them off, even after exploding, his handlers decided to repair them with Blast-Proof Fabric, allowing them to survive extreme explosive damage and remain relatively unscathed. Johnny, no matter his current attire, always wear these shoes, as he knew that his father spent money that they didn't have on them. They have been recently resized, as they were growing too tight on Johnny's feet.

Nemesis Weapon:
"Nemesis Cauldron"
A small (1 foot cube) black cauldron constructed from a strange metal, which Johnny had stolen just before his escape. The cauldron is always warm to the touch, no matter the surrounding air - When the lid is closed, the cauldron begins to whir and grows comfortable hot. Anything placed into the cauldron - solid, liquid, or gas - is boiled down through an unknown process to create various chemicals. Johnny, thanks to his years of using the cauldron's products and the cauldron's relatively simple controls, has learned how to control what is made. Using the cauldron, he could make highly explosive potions, medicines, and even recreational drugs. The cauldron runs on a power source that is expected to last at least a few thousand years.

While the cauldron can make nearly any chemical, it relies on transmutation and the rule of equivalent exchange to create what it does - while Johnny could make something weak with an apple, he'll be unable to make something like morphine without sacrificing a far more valuable item. Additionally, while it can boil down nearly anything, truly strong materials like Perfected Electrum and other Nemesis Weapons remain unaffected by the process.

Short Bio:
Jonathon Ace was raised to in a very poor family, often going days without eating. His mother was not in the picture, and his father had dropped out of high school early on and could rarely hold down a job. Despite this, Johnathon was a determined youth, and his father, Glenn Ace, always encouraged him to try his hardest at everything he did, and to always "Listen to your Burning Emotions!" As such, Jonathon was a determined youth, got good grades despite being unable to afford a proper tutor, and was a star player on the track team. Johnathon, in fact, placed his all into running - as that was what would save him from poverty. As long as he kept running, he could survive.

Glenn Ace got into trouble very early on in Jonathon's life with the mafia - he had taken a high interest loan, and over the years, it only racked up a higher debt. Glenn had done everything he could - but at the age of 8, Johnathon was kidnapped in order to be sold as a child slave. The night before he was stolen was the last time Johnny ever saw his father. Only a week later, Johnny was sold to the government as a child soldier - there, they injected him with strange chemicals and he underwent cruel experimentation (These experiments were magical in nature, with little tech involved). After a week of this treatment, he was immediately thrown into the fields of battle - where many of his fellow soldiers died. Johnny had several strange vials and bottles strapped onto his body, before being launched directly at the Rau've forces.

The landing didn't hurt in the slightest - in fact, the real pain started only a few seconds later, as the bottles cracked, and a massive fireball engulfed Johnny and the soldiers who surrounded him. It took every fiber in his being not to die - more than anything else, the 8 year old wanted to simply give up and die. But Johnny sure as hell wasn't going to just give up and die there - Instead, he simply grit his teeth, and let his Burning Emotions take over. Eventually, the human forces found him, still breathing and nearly dead, but still having all his limbs. It was a miracle.

As it turned out, the human army planned on using him as a 1-time suicide unit - they put him through the bare-minimum procedures needed to survive the landing, so Rau've soldiers would attempt to help out the small child. They never expected anybody to survive such a strong blast with barely any protection. So, after healing and going through a few more horrifying experiments, Johnathon was sent back to the fields of battle. Again. And Again. And Again.

Johnny possessed an incredible success rate - after the first year, he had even grown resistant enough to the explosives to start running back to base and get strapped up again. Slowly, his healing time dwindled, and he eventually became a living artillery bomb. All this time, as his endurance was artificially enhanced, Johnny remembered his father's words to his son - "Listen to your Burning Emotions!" Johnny knew that the war was pointless - countless of his friends died, and many were left with little chance to survive. As such, he decided to listen to his Burning Emotions - he finally decided to make his escape. Just like he did on the track team, as long as he kept running, he would be able to forge his own path.

He had just been launched out of the cannon, and decimated a transport vehicle. The wounds, at this point, were only superficial - his willpower and endurance easily got him back on his feet. The shock collar around his neck would shock him quickly - or it would, had Johnny not stolen the keycard needed to unlock it. As soon as it was off, Johnny booked it towards Rau've forces, and was immediately taken captive. He was thrown to the ground, checked for weapons, and thrown into a new transport vehicle for moving to a prison. The prison, while unfamiliar, was of little concern towards Johnny - he didn't care how long it was, as long as he could escape eventually, he'd be able to find his father. Luckily, escape never came - it wasn't needed.

Johnny made a few friends while he was imprisoned, and while the treatment wasn't great, it could have been far worse. Eventually, the war ended - after 6 years of being blown up, Johnny could finally live in peace. The aliens, while strange looking, were very kind when the war ended. They even offered Johnny, who had massacred hundreds of their soldiers, a home among them. The offer was very tempting - however, his Burning Emotions refused to allow him to quit. He didn't want revenge or to kill the humans, like some of his companions did - all Johnny wanted was to find his father. After that... Well, Johnny wasn't the best at making plans, so he decided to let Future Jonathon deal with that!

Spell List: N/A

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Endurance X 3
Exceptional Speed X 3

Innocence Lost: An RP of Child Soldiers and Science Fantasy [5 Players]

Interested - already got a plan for punch guy!

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Theodore Smith

Eden Hall

That Night

Personally, Theo couldn't care less who led the guild or party. Reylan wasn't terrible by any means, and so far, he was the one who took the lead - as such, it made sense he was the leader. Their was no point in trying to leap for glory and responsibility in a situation like this, and besides, Theo was never the kind of guy to do so. But still, after giving his speech, Theo was preoccupied - that waitress from earlier, the one who had given him his food... She winked at him, right? That... that was unreal! I mean, girls had paid attention to Theo before, but no one had ever flirted with him before!

...Theo briefly considered if a wink even counted as flirting, but he was too happy to care. Hell, he didn't even think about the scary implications that this woman was nothing more than a collection of code strung together. Unfortunately, Theo's happy thoughts were interrupted as Dubstepp exited the inn - he hadn't realized that dubstepp was getting annoyed with them. This might be a problem - but in the end, Theo didn't really mind much. He had no big attachment to dubstepp, and they didn't really need more dps. A tanky pet might be nice, but it wasn't needed... Unfortunately, Dirk would care. If dubstepp wasn't back in the party by morning, then he would go looking for him. Thanks to his acting skill, Theo could pick up on the annoyed expression on Alisea's face - her and dubstepp had been at odds over something that Theo really couldn't care less about. Even Dirk didn't care about betrayal that much - he'd just accept them back into the party with open arms, no matter how large the lie was.

Eventually, everyone packed up and went to their respective rooms. Alisea and Aster went into a single room, and Theo temporarily grew annoyed that he didn't ask to share a room with one of the others - that would have saved him a little Renn. If he used that reasoning, Reylan would probably be willing to share. Theo entered his own room, identical to the one he had just last night - the same as the kind Kajin died in...

Theo had just unequipped the rosary, and nearly vomited upon doing so. Apparently, he felt worse about this room looking like Kajin's than he thought. The thought of wearing the rosary through the night crossed Theo's mind, but he ignored it - he still didn't trust anything in this game that could alter your way of thinking or your mental state.

It took 3 hours before Theo fell asleep - the first was spent ignoring Kajin's death and trying to lose consciousness, but in the end, Theo spent another two hours just staring at the wooden ceiling.

A girl was into him - or, she at least winked at him.

With this thought in mind, Theo really couldn't care less that she was an NPC - he was completely distracted.

Upon waking up, Theo made his way out of the room, paying the innkeeper for a shower. After walking out of his room, he saw Reylan and Alisea talking in the hallway, and some stranger was standing with them... Whatever. After that, Theo made his way to the ground floor, before sitting down for his meal. It had come for free since the group had gotten rooms. The waitress - the same one that had given him a wink earlier - was their server. Dirk did his best to hide his blush, but even with his relatively ridiculous acting skill, a small amount of embarrassment shined through - hopefully, no one would notice.