Duoya

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@VitaVitaAR
Do any changes need to be made to this guy?

Repair Club Treasurer

• Name: Daichi Fukunaga
• Age: 16
• Gender: Male
• Appearance: "I-I'm not really a fan of fighting..." Daichi Fukunaga is easily one of the most generic students at Shiroyama High, and the only students who stand out less are the ones who can turn invisible. Even his uniform is completely ordinary when the Fashion Club can make any variety of uniform or accessory he could want. He stands at 5'6" and weighs 138 pounds.
• Personality: Daichi is easily one of the most cowardly students enrolled in Shiroyama High - he has never entered a single fight fairly, and his BP and Student Rank are the sole results of him trading his duplication services for free wins and BP. His biggest goal is to simply live an ordinary school life and build a foundation that he can use to enter a good company once he graduates. Despite his cowardly nature (or maybe even because of it), Daichi is extremely friendly and compliant with his classmates and has several friends in other classes, clubs, and even different grades. He tries to stick with at least one of these friends at all times in order to keep safe, and spends most of his free time in his Club room or his Mother's office. Patience and monotony are what he was born for, and he can easily spend hours on end doing inane bullshit solely to avoid a fight or give him an advantage at a later date. While he would hate to be number one due to the attention it brings, he dreams of being one of the more important kids in school simply because of the privileges and prestige it comes with. He'll never admit this to anyone though, sticking to his claim that he only wants an ordinary life.
• Backstory: Daichi was born in one of the homes closest to Shiroyama High school, and his enrollment was essentially predestined, much to his horror. Both of his parents worked as faculty members, his father the Janitor and his mother one of the Counselors, only reinforcing the hold the school had over his life. Prior to enrollment, Daichi's life was completely unremarkable - he never achieved a major award, he performed modestly on exams and physical activities, and he had a large group of friends that he felt somewhat comfortable with. He was completely fine with this - his dream was to have an ordinary life that went about smoothly, and he was living that dream in junior high. Daichi's mother gave him his AE Device when he enrolled in Shiroyama, a congratulatory present for something that Daichi never wanted to do. The only benefit of enrolling in Shiroyama was that Daichi got to spend more time with his parents, whom he had an extremely close relationship. Daichi joined the rapidly growing Repair club in its early days, viewing it as a chance to rapidly rise in the student ranks while engaging in as few real fights as possible. As of now, Daichi only has two real goal - trying to get in the good graces of the student council and the other powerhouses of this madhouse of a school, and Surviving till graduation.
• Inherent Engine Skill: Midas Touch - Daichi's Mana Core constantly circulates energy through his body and radiates it out from himself, spreading to anything that touches his bare skin. Anything that touches Daichi's body is repaired and healed, and this affects both living things as well as objects. However, this repairing only occurs on something that touches his skin directly - so while it can fix shallow cuts and attach chair legs, it doesn't do much for internal damage or if part of an object is completely destroyed/missing. This IE Skill does not work on Daichi's own body, as he has acclimated to the energy constantly being released.
• Active Engine Device: The somewhat heavy and ornate metal ring, Draupnir. Draupnir appears completely mundane at all times, and the only indication that it is an AE Device is that it is identified as one to students with detection abilities, and it deforms itself while it is being used.
  Any object that fits certain parameters (Under 200 pounds, nonliving, Nongaseous, and mundane) that touches Draupnir is 'saved' by the ring. At any point onwards, Daichi can cause a temporary copy of the object to 'drip' out of the Device, slowly filling out to full size before detaching themselves from the ring. These copies last ten minutes upon detachment, and work exactly like their original counterparts - at the end of the ten-minute time limit, they quickly degrade into dust as their integrity fails. Permanent copies can be made however doing so prevents Draupnir from making any more copies, temporary or otherwise, for ten minutes after completing the copy, leaving Daichi defenseless.
  Draupnir takes longer to 'drip' a copy the heavier the item is, and especially heavy objects either limit or completely disable Daichi's ability to move. Unlike many other AE Devices, the Draupnir does not have any alternate modes, but it has effectively infinite 'memory' for the number of objects it can copy. Draupnir is unable to copy AE Devices, as the technology involved is too advanced to replicate without human input.
• Skills: Daichi is really good at hiding and being glossed over - while already a useful skill for a high school kid, it is even better when the high school condones violent fights. In addition, Daichi has a Scooter license and is very good at driving them.
• Rank: 14
• Club: Daichi is the Treasurer of the Repair Club. While the faculty and Student Council takes care of some of the extreme damage that occurs due to the battles in the school, the Repair Club has the individuals that keep classes filled with supplies, clear of debris, and actually capable of teaching lessons. Most members usually have some generation or manipulation ability. As a result, many of the people who are a part of the Repair Club are intrinsically tied into the battle system of Shiroyama, as they are usually asked to assist when someone wishes to redeem their Battle Points - the club is monitored heavily by the Student Council as a result.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School Interest Check

Interested, if there’s still room!

Goblins

Sorry for the long wait, but post up! Now I can finally go to sleep!

Goblins

Clelk smiled deviously as he gazed into his iron pot. It was probably the possession that he held onto with the most pride - he wasn't on a very friendly basis with others in the village, so he wasn't completely sure, but he believed he was the only goblin in Greenfield to have such a device! And oh, how it served him well = the stews he cooked were quite delectable, at least by a goblins standard... This filled Clelk with a slight sense of melancholy, however. Despite being far more cultured than his fellows, the chance to experience the pinnacle of human cuisine was a far off dream that would take a heavy investment. Clerk rose from the floor of his hut and turned his attention to one of the corners of his hut, where he stored most of his food. Well, the food he traded for or took from the granary - no matter what he tried, it seems like the fish he collected didn't last much longer than an hour or two. Maybe if he asked a human? They know so much more than the fishers in this village.

Nevertheless, spearfishing rifled through the various grains and vegetables stored here, moving moldy and infested pieces to the side for disposal. Some of his goblin peers eat this filth, but given his relative free access to the village granary, there was no need for Clelk to resort to such measures. He'd use them as fishing bait, or simply toss them far from his hut. After picking out an assortment of carrots, potatoes, and even a fruit or two, Clelk happily gnawed on them while admiring his possessions. Normally he'd make a stew to better savor his first meal of the day, but he had just cleaned his pot at the river a few hours prior - he'd save the stew for dinner tonight instead.

As he scarfed down the last raw potato, Clelk rubbed his stomach and turned to his Fishing pole. Many fishers in his tribe used spears or even their hands, but there were quite a few who realized the effectiveness of rods. Clelk himself got the idea from seeing a human do it - that had to mean it was one of the best ways. Some of his only acquaintances were the older goblins in the village who prefered the slow and calm method of rod fishing to the barbaric spear fishing. Even if he called them that, he knew that they found his gluttony as disgusting as the rest of his tribemates - they just seemed better at ignoring it when talking to him. While the idea of fishing for some meat to complement his recent meal seemed quite appealing, Clelk pulled himself away from that thought. He was still suffering from his purchase of the iron pot a few weeks ago, and he needed to replenish his supply of weaponry - a few spears wouldn't last long! He wiped his hands and donned his poorly made apron, before leaving his hut and checking up on his bloomery. He had left it heating the night prior, and it was about time to finally start adding some charcoal.

The furnace lit up quickly enough, and Clelk looked over his supply of metals. He knew damn well that his old master was getting more supply since he went through the granary less than Clelk did, but the young Goblin didn't take much offense at this. After all, his master was one of the few Goblins in Greenfield that still respected Clelk somewhat, and he always made time to talk with him or share a meal. Still, a little more iron is always appreciated. Clelk took some of the crushed ore and got to work on the process of making a few blooms, which he would inevitably work into bars once he got that far. Clelk was thankful that the recent purchase of ore that the tribe made was pre-crushed - crushing it himself was always the part that caused him the most stress. Pouring in the charcoal and crushed iron was much easier, and the process of actually making the bloom was much more relaxed and time-intensive than anything else. It took about three hours until the iron had heated and condensed itself into a discernable bloom, and Clelk quickly removed it with a pair of tongs. He quickly moved it to his anvil in order to separate the slag from the iron, and after a few minutes of hammering, he had a solid ten pounds of wrought iron. It took quite a bit of work to keep the flames working and the Bloomery full, but it was well worth the wait - with this much, he could make quite a few Spears!

Clelk was just finishing off hammering the slag when one of the hunters had come back, a rabbit slung over his shoulder. While this normally wouldn't attract Clelk's attention, he had just finished hours of work and was looking for any excuse to take a break before processing the iron into workable bars. Even if the hunter didn't come over, watching him would at least provide a moment's rest. Clelk rushed into his hut and grabbed a few carrots to gnaw on after taking a drink of water, the former earning him a few glares from passing goblins as he exited the hut. He pretended not to notice, focusing on any passerby who hadn't noticed him and the hunter, who had just taken a seat on a nearby rock.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Personal Information:

Name: Torran Doal, but will accept most monikers.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Boaz

Appearance:
A massive humanoid with impressive musculature, it's easy to see why he took a role like Supporter. His skin is very pale due to a lack of sunlight and is pocketed by a myriad of burn scars. He somehow manages to have an unintimidating face despite his body, and can almost be described as slack-jawed. His movements lack any real grace or practice behind them and saying that he lumbers around isn't too far off. He'd probably be slightly taller if his posture was better, as he usually ducks to avoid hitting doorframes and to appear less intimidating.

Torran typically dresses in garish colors that his childish mind finds fashionable, and he prefers to be as covered as possible - he enjoys the pressure that comes with a tight collar or heavy clothes. He desperately wants to wear heavy plate armor like his father makes, since it would make him look super cool.

Height: 6'8
Weight: 240 lbs
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Light Brown

Personality:
Despite his large and overbearing physical appearance, Torran is extremely docile and submissive to most people he meets. Even the thought of attacking a person sends shivers down his spine, and he doesn't enjoy attacking the monsters in the dungeon. The only reason he even became an adventurer in the first place was so that he could protect people who go into the dungeon since he heard that many people die there. He only recently moved out of his parent's house to join a Familia, and it is clear that he has no idea how to take care of himself.

Torran barely manages to survive on his own - he's more like an extremely large child than an actual adventurer and is dependant on his Familia for most things that require literacy or advanced arithmetic. He is childish, and even more so, completely directionless in life. Going to the dungeon is one of the few things that makes his days differentiate from one another, and give variety to his otherwise dreary lifestyle. This isn't even mentioning that he is scared of a large variety of things, including (but not limited to); Spiders, the dark, drunk people, and extreme heights.

Despite these faults, Torran is accepting of nearly any person and is almost always the least aggressive in the room. He is quick to forgive, even quicker to forget, and believes peoples words without a second thought. He is very easygoing and doesn't get angry easily, so he is very popular with children and merchants. The worst part about him is that he lacks any sense of personal space, and will almost always go for a hug as soon as possible.

Likes: Compliments, Protecting people, Easy things, Kindness, Talking to people
Dislikes: Hurting people, Moving fast, Feeling useless, Reading, Mean people, Alcohol
Hobbies: Weightlifting, Digging, Eating, Sleeping, Counting inventory, Playing, Knitting

Background:
Torran was born and raised in Orario, although he spent most of his time in his parent's house. He was homeschooled, and while he was never forced to stay, he never felt the need to leave and make friends with the children outside. Instead, he spent most of his time with his mother and father, playing with them and doing his best to help around the house. His days mostly consisted of moving heavy materials and equipment for his father, who was a smith, and helping his mother knit clothes for her shop. Torran was much better at the former, mostly because of his freakishly large hands and huge stature, which meant most of his time was spent moving things for his father. An accidental burn at the forge quickly stifled any attempt Torran's father made at teaching his son smithing, but Torran was perfectly fine sticking with simply moving things.

In Torran's eyes, life was absolutely perfect. Well, other than the fact that he had no drive or goal in life, and every day was exactly the same as the one before. Torran lied to himself about the monotony, telling himself that it didn't matter as long as he had a full stomach and a warm bed. But even someone as dull as him knew that life couldn't continue as it was, that he needed an opportunity to make life go by slower, and let him savor each day as it happened rather than let it pass by. This opportunity came in the form of an adventurer.

It was very rare that Torran's father was visited directly from a customer - usually, his father sold his wares to a shop or Familia, which in turn sold to adventurers. Apparently, the armor that the adventurer had bought was slightly too small, and while the shop didn't offer adjustments, they gave him the address of Torran's father. After exchanging a few Valis and getting to work, Torran had nearly an hour to simply sit and chat with a new person - and not just that, but they were an adventurer! Torran had never really known much about the dungeon, despite it being one of the main attracting points of his home city. As soon as Torran heard that people went in there for treasure and power, and some people never managed to make it out, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

Later that night, Torran fled his parent's house with his life savings and some of his fathers worst equipment. Being an adventurer was exactly what he needed to break the monotony of his life, and he even got paid for it! Torran never for a second thought that he might die, instead focused entirely on joining a Familia and giving himself a cool codename.

Wallet:
- 1,000 Valis

Parameters & Skills:

Level: 1
Achieved Floor: 0
Class: Supporter
Affiliation: TBA

Equipment:
- Used wooden shield
- Leather armor

Stats:
•Strength: G
•Endurance: G
•Dexterity: I
•Agility: I
•Magic: I

Basic Skills:
- None

Development Skills:
- None

Spells:
- None

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Reposting here, not sure is we still need to decide a Familia, but if we do, Athena would be pretty cool!

Torran Doal

Personal Information:

Name: Torran Doal, but will accept most monikers.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Boaz

Appearance:
A massive humanoid with impressive musculature, it's easy to see why he took a role like Supporter. His skin is very pale due to a lack of sunlight and is pocketed by a myriad of burn scars. He somehow manages to have an unintimidating face despite his body, and can almost be described as slack-jawed. His movements lack any real grace or practice behind them and saying that he lumbers around isn't too far off. He'd probably be slightly taller if his posture was better, as he usually ducks to avoid hitting doorframes and to appear less intimidating.

Torran typically dresses in garish colors that his childish mind finds fashionable, and he prefers to be as covered as possible - he enjoys the pressure that comes with a tight collar or heavy clothes. He desperately wants to wear heavy plate armor like his father makes, since it would make him look super cool.

Height: 6'8
Weight: 240 lbs
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Light Brown

Personality:
Despite his large and overbearing physical appearance, Torran is extremely docile and submissive to most people he meets. Even the thought of attacking a person sends shivers down his spine, and he doesn't enjoy attacking the monsters in the dungeon. The only reason he even became an adventurer in the first place was so that he could protect people who go into the dungeon since he heard that many people die there. He only recently moved out of his parent's house to join a Familia, and it is clear that he has no idea how to take care of himself.

Torran barely manages to survive on his own - he's more like an extremely large child than an actual adventurer and is dependant on his Familia for most things that require literacy or advanced arithmetic. He is childish, and even more so, completely directionless in life. Going to the dungeon is one of the few things that makes his days differentiate from one another, and give variety to his otherwise dreary lifestyle. This isn't even mentioning that he is scared of a large variety of things, including (but not limited to); Spiders, the dark, drunk people, and extreme heights.

Despite these faults, Torran is accepting of nearly any person and is almost always the least aggressive in the room. He is quick to forgive, even quicker to forget, and believes peoples words without a second thought. He is very easygoing and doesn't get angry easily, so he is very popular with children and merchants. The worst part about him is that he lacks any sense of personal space, and will almost always go for a hug as soon as possible.

Likes: Compliments, Protecting people, Easy things, Kindness, Talking to people
Dislikes: Hurting people, Moving fast, Feeling useless, Reading, Mean people, Alcohol
Hobbies: Weightlifting, Digging, Eating, Sleeping, Counting inventory, Playing, Knitting

Background:
Torran was born and raised in Orario, although he spent most of his time in his parent's house. He was homeschooled, and while he was never forced to stay, he never felt the need to leave and make friends with the children outside. Instead, he spent most of his time with his mother and father, playing with them and doing his best to help around the house. His days mostly consisted of moving heavy materials and equipment for his father, who was a smith, and helping his mother knit clothes for her shop. Torran was much better at the former, mostly because of his freakishly large hands and huge stature, which meant most of his time was spent moving things for his father. An accidental burn at the forge quickly stifled any attempt Torran's father made at teaching his son smithing, but Torran was perfectly fine sticking with simply moving things.

In Torran's eyes, life was absolutely perfect. Well, other than the fact that he had no drive or goal in life, and every day was exactly the same as the one before. Torran lied to himself about the monotony, telling himself that it didn't matter as long as he had a full stomach and a warm bed. But even someone as dull as him knew that life couldn't continue as it was, that he needed an opportunity to make life go by slower, and let him savor each day as it happened rather than let it pass by. This opportunity came in the form of an adventurer.

It was very rare that Torran's father was visited directly from a customer - usually, his father sold his wares to a shop or Familia, which in turn sold to adventurers. Apparently, the armor that the adventurer had bought was slightly too small, and while the shop didn't offer adjustments, they gave him the address of Torran's father. After exchanging a few Valis and getting to work, Torran had nearly an hour to simply sit and chat with a new person - and not just that, but they were an adventurer! Torran had never really known much about the dungeon, despite it being one of the main attracting points of his home city. As soon as Torran heard that people went in there for treasure and power, and some people never managed to make it out, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

Later that night, Torran fled his parent's house with his life savings and some of his fathers worst equipment. Being an adventurer was exactly what he needed to break the monotony of his life, and he even got paid for it! Torran never for a second thought that he might die, instead focused entirely on joining a Familia and giving himself a cool codename.

Wallet:
- 1,000 Valis

Parameters & Skills:

Level: 1
Achieved Floor: 0
Class: Supporter
Affiliation: TBA

Equipment:
- Used wooden shield
- Leather armor

Stats:
•Strength: I
•Endurance: I
•Dexterity: I
•Agility: I
•Magic: I

Basic Skills:
- None

Development Skills:
- None

Spells:
- None

Int.Chk for a DanMachi Roleplay

@Xaltwind
Just finished this guy - I an exhausted as of writing this, so if it has a few spelling errors, that's probably why. Let me know if there is anything I need to change!

Torran Doal

Personal Information:

Name: Torran Doal, but will accept most monikers.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Boaz

Appearance:
A massive humanoid with impressive musculature, it's honestly surprising that Torran only has an I in Strength. His skin is very pale due to a lack of sunlight and is pocketed by a myriad of burn scars. He somehow manages to have an unintimidating face despite his body, and can almost be described as slack-jawed. His movements lack any real grace or practice behind them and saying that he lumbers around isn't too far off. He'd probably be slightly taller if his posture was better, as he usually ducks to avoid hitting doorframes and to appear less intimidating.

Torran typically dresses in garish colors that his childish mind finds fashionable, and he prefers to be as covered as possible - he enjoys the pressure that comes with a tight collar or heavy clothes. He desperately wants to wear heavy plate armor like his father makes, since it would make him look super cool.

Height: 6'8
Weight: 240 lbs
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Light Brown

Personality:
Despite his large and overbearing physical appearance, Torran is extremely docile and submissive to most people he meets. Even the thought of attacking a person sends shivers down his spine, and he doesn't enjoy attacking the monsters in the dungeon. The only reason he even became an adventurer in the first place was so that he could protect people who go into the dungeon since he heard that many people die there. He only recently moved out of his parent's house to join a Familia, and it is clear that he has no idea how to take care of himself.

Torran barely manages to survive on his own - he's more like an extremely large child than an actual adventurer and is dependant on his Familia for most things that require literacy or advanced arithmetic. He is childish, and even more so, completely directionless in life. Going to the dungeon is one of the few things that makes his days differentiate from one another, and give variety to his otherwise dreary lifestyle. This isn't even mentioning that he is scared of a large variety of things, including (but not limited to); Spiders, the dark, drunk people, and extreme heights.

Despite these faults, Torran is accepting of nearly any person and is almost always the least aggressive in the room. He is quick to forgive, even quicker to forget, and believes peoples words without a second thought. He is very easygoing and doesn't get angry easily, so he is very popular with children and merchants. The worst part about him is that he lacks any sense of personal space, and will almost always go for a hug as soon as possible.

Likes: Compliments, Protecting people, Easy things, Kindness, Talking to people
Dislikes: Hurting people, Moving fast, Feeling useless, Reading, Mean people, Alcohol
Hobbies: Weightlifting, Digging, Eating, Sleeping, Counting inventory, Playing, Knitting

Background:
Torran was born and raised in Orario, although he spent most of his time in his parent's house. He was homeschooled, and while he was never forced to stay, he never felt the need to leave and make friends with the children outside. Instead, he spent most of his time with his mother and father, playing with them and doing his best to help around the house. His days mostly consisted of moving heavy materials and equipment for his father, who was a smith, and helping his mother knit clothes for her shop. Torran was much better at the former, mostly because of his freakishly large hands and huge stature, which meant most of his time was spent moving things for his father. An accidental burn at the forge quickly stifled any attempt Torran's father made at teaching his son smithing, but Torran was perfectly fine sticking with simply moving things.

In Torran's eyes, life was absolutely perfect. Well, other than the fact that he had no drive or goal in life, and every day was exactly the same as the one before. Torran lied to himself about the monotony, telling himself that it didn't matter as long as he had a full stomach and a warm bed. But even someone as dull as him knew that life couldn't continue as it was, that he needed an opportunity to make life go by slower, and let him savor each day as it happened rather than let it pass by. This opportunity came in the form of an adventurer.

It was very rare that Torran's father was visited directly from a customer - usually, his father sold his wares to a shop or Familia, which in turn sold to adventurers. Apparently, the armor that the adventurer had bought was slightly too small, and while the shop didn't offer adjustments, they gave him the address of Torran's father. After exchanging a few Valis and getting to work, Torran had nearly an hour to simply sit and chat with a new person - and not just that, but they were an adventurer! Torran had never really known much about the dungeon, despite it being one of the main attracting points of his home city. As soon as Torran heard that people went in there for treasure and power, and some people never managed to make it out, he knew exactly what he needed to do.

Later that night, Torran fled his parent's house with his life savings and some of his fathers worst equipment. Being an adventurer was exactly what he needed to break the monotony of his life, and he even got paid for it! Torran never for a second thought that he might die, instead focused entirely on joining a Familia and giving himself a cool codename.

Wallet:
- 1,000 Valis

Parameters & Skills:

Level: 1
Achieved Floor: 0
Class: Supporter

Equipment:
- Used wooden shield
- Leather armor

Stats:
•Strength: I
•Endurance: I
•Dexterity: I
•Agility: I
•Magic: I

Basic Skills:
- None

Development Skills:
- None

Spells:
- None

Int.Chk for a DanMachi Roleplay

Definitely interested!

Goblins

@Aristocles
What current laws are in place in the tribe? And how frequent are the traders that come to the Goblin village (Goblin, human, elven, etc)?

Goblins

I'd rather not play chief as well, it seems like a bit of an intense role since it's the leader.