EnterTheHero

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Suzaku Takeda

Quirk: Black Wings

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Suzaku stepped off the bus, swirling the coffee thermos in his hand. He gave a nod to the driver as thanks for the ride, and took a look around his surroundings as he walked leisurely up the hill, straggling behind another student (he assumed, or a very short teacher) as they headed toward their destination. The memory of his previous attempt at success stung a little bit as he thought about what brought him here, but he brushed it off- he was here by his own merits, by playing smarter and harder in this school than he had at UA. It was a fresh start- time to stop dwelling on it.

He strode through the doors a few seconds after the other student, and gave a low whistle of appreciation to himself as he looked around, setting his things by the door. So far, so good. The school obviously had some resources invested in it, unlike what his peers tried to "warn" him about. He suppressed a grimace. "A reject school for hero rejects," they called it, mocking him via proxy. He had rolled his eyes then- the school had literally just opened this year; how could it have any reputation so far, much less a bad one? It all was stupid, anyway. Meaningless dick-measuring to try and make him and others feel poorly. In the end, the school itself didn't matter. It was part of a journey, not the destination. Here he would learn, here he would get stronger, and here he would finally get his chance to be a Pro Hero like Mom. That was the endgame, and he'd get there through UA, Shinketsu, or Jigokuraku. All he had to do was learn how.

A teacher showed up- one of the ones from the Entrance Exam- bid them welcome, and proceeded to lead them all to the assembly hall. Suzaku took a deep breath, a grin creeping onto his features as they entered the hall.

This is it. I'm here. I'm finally doing this. I'm gonna be a Hero.

Perking his ears up, he noticed not everyone shared his enthusiasm. Particularly one frustrated-looking black-haired boy, who was in the middle of lambasting the whole lot of them for... sigh. The same stupid reasons everyone else did. Suzaku ignored the tirade, simply finding a way to his seat and tuning out the cynics and losers. If Angry Boy was really that pissed off at being here, he could just quit, and save them all the trouble. If he stayed, though, and elected to continue with said downer attitude... well. Maybe he'd have to have a talk.

It wasn't that it would be all that discouraging to him for Mr. Negative back there to carry on in such a manner. It would just be gods-damned annoying...

tl;dr

Suzaku arrives at JA, listens to Ryota bitch for a little bit, and decides to sit down and ignore it for now. Currently waiting for the assembly to start.

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Accepted via PM

Future Black-Winged Hero

"Don't tell me how to be a Hero."

Name: Takeda, Suzaku
Age: 15
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 130 lbs
Quirk: Black Wings- Suzaku can manifest black energy constructs shaped like wings from his shoulder blades. Despite being “energy,” they are tangible, able to touch and be touched by others- though they lack impact, for the time being.
Description: Apart from the mesmerizing shades of lilac and blue in his eyes, most of Suzaku's looks come from his mother- slim build, jet-black hair, sharp features. He's proud of his eyes, as a result; his father's eyes are much more interesting than his mother's boring brown. Despite being slender, Suzaku keeps himself fit and strong through almost constant training and exercise, to match up to his mother. Ever since black "smoke" started rising from his shoulders, Suzaku has wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps and be a Pro Hero. The problem is... his Quirk wasn't exactly considered "hero material" by most people. Sure, some shadowy wings looked cool, but without being able to fly or fight with them, they don't do much good, they said.

So Suzaku started training. Voraciously, relentlessly, every day. He got his mom to enroll him in karate classes, and got his dad to show him some more... underhanded tactics, just in case the karate failed. He spent hours researching Heroes- not just Japanese, but ones from all over the world. He was drawn to the description of the American No. 1 Hero, Nightscape, seeing a similarity between himself and the Hero's Quirk. On paper, manipulating a cape seemed like a pretty lame power. In practice, however, one only had to look at the results Nightscape got to show that even a "useless" Quirk could be unbelievably powerful with the proper application.

So he trained and trained, day after day. His "useless" wings got stronger- while he couldn't fly, he could still leap higher than streetlamps, and even glide to safety from heights. Plus, being able to cover himself with his wings made him a lot harder to hit by opponents who couldn't pin his location down. Suzaku was confident, the more time went on, that he would be able to overcome the stigma of his Quirk, and set himself on the path to being a true hero. That confidence led him all the way to the U.A. Entrance Exam... where he just barely missed the mark to make it into the prestigious establishment.

But even a major setback like that couldn't stop Suzaku for long. He's been given another chance, by the recently-established Jigokuraku Academy, to fulfill his dreams of heroism. He just has to put in the time and effort, get even stronger than before, and his destiny will be assured. Simple... right?
Likes:

• Spicy food
• Cooking
• Thunderstorms
• Looking at the moon
• Watching and analyzing Heroes
• Training

Dislikes:

• Bitter foods
• Obnoxious people
• Being told "no"
• Arrogance
• Whispering

Theme Song:

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

@floodtalon

And, as we discussed, our Prototype. Welcome to the nightmare, you’re hired.

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

@Dealdric

And here we have our first unique alien species! Thank you, and you’re hired. To the Character tab with you!

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

The Younger Brother

Name: Adrian Belle
Callsign: Jaws
Age: 21
Species: Human
Appearance: Adrian is short, but shares the same kind of thin and slender build as the rest of his family. He's clean-shaven, but with longer dark red hair tied into a loose ponytail. He has green eyes, mildly luminescent as a result of his implants and modifications. His arms are covered in light scars from scuffles and fights throughout his life, as well as a deeper one under his left eye.
Personality: At first, Adrian doesn't seem much different compared to his pre-Pilot days. He's still loud, exuberant, and always cracking jokes at the worst possible time. He puts on a facade of good cheer and good nature, trying to lift his fellow Pilots' spirits in dark times. But the light in his eyes is dimmer than it used to be, the spring in his step a little less pronounced. There's an emptiness behind his good nature now, a hollowness born of seeing too much, too fast. His cheerfulness isn't completely a lie, but it's closer to being a lie than it used to be.
Biography: Adrian was never satisfied with his life. Always living in the shadow of his more-respectable brother, always too far from the front to see some action, but also too far from the core to distract from the war and the fire that always seemed just outside his door. Nothing to do but sit in the rain and think of all the things going wrong in his life. So he did the only thing he could think of, even if it was, yet again, disappointing his family. He enlisted in the Red Line Coalition, eager to do his part to save the sector, and maybe earn some respect from his ungrateful neighbors and family. He wanted to be on the front lines, in the thick of things, where the fires were hottest and the hammer struck hardest.

Well, he got his wish.

Shortly after Adrian enlisted, he was scouted by the Pilot program as a candidate. At first, this seemed like a dream come true- not only was he going to be in the Shard War, he was going to be one of its legendary heroes! But as the months rolled on, and the surgeries and physical conditioning started to take its toll, and his mind threatened to fracture underneath the strain of the alien mind merging with his, he became quickly disillusioned with the entire process. This disillusionment continued into, and after, his first engagement. There was none of the glory he sought on the front lines- just a lot of good people dying; friends he'd made during training taking barely two steps onto the battlefield before being cut down. By some fluke or twist of fate, Adrian has survived past his first few engagements, an encouraging sign. Perhaps even a sign of great things to come, according to his superiors.

All Adrian can see anymore, however, is how much he wishes he'd stayed home.
Favors:

• A good meal
• A nice bar
• Video games
• His Dragon
• Space
• The rain

Disfavors:

• Shard
• Boredom
• Death
• Losing friends
• Being hungry

Affinities: Adrian has confidence and initiative in spades, as required for someone of his particular role. He's also very good at identifying key targets in an engagement, picking apart the enemy from behind their lines and sowing chaos in their ranks.
Faults: Adrian is brash and impulsive, prone to act or lash out without thinking things through properly. As such, he can get himself into problematic situations if not kept firmly under control.
Text Color: Crimson
Theme Song:

The Lake Monster

Name: Del Lago
Appearance: Del Lago stands a little over 20 meters tall, bipedal, but hunched and animalistic, with an appearance that's somewhere between a shark and an amphibious reptile. The Dragon's forelimbs are somewhere between wings and fins, with digitigrade clawed legs, a thick shark's tail fin, and a large, sharp dorsal fin. Its jaws are lined with rows of very, very sharp teeth.
Personality: Calm, quiet, but constantly coiled like a spring, ready to strike. Del Lago is perceptive, always keeping its eyes out for any possible threat to it or its Pilot in the vicinity. In battle it is exceptionally savage and pragmatic, tearing enemies down before they have any time to retaliate.
Classification: Knight
Capabilities: Del Lago is equipped with a special phase drive that allows it to render itself partially or completely intangible, allowing it to "swim" through solid objects and attack from almost any conceivable angle, its advanced sensors allowing it to detect its prey even through solid stone. To help take down its prey, Del Lago's onboard weaponry is bladed fins with plasma edges, allowing it to ambush and cut down priority targets with ease.

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

Apologies for the double post, but we find ourselves in need of a Prototype once again. PM me if you’re interested, and we’ll work out the details.

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

@floodtalon Sure! Just trying to work out some kinks right now.

Looking for Players for a Homebrewed Pathfinder Setting

You already know I’m in.

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

The Younger Brother

Name: Adrian Belle
Callsign: Jaws
Age: 21
Species: Human
Appearance: Adrian is short, but shares the same kind of thin and slender build as the rest of his family. He's clean-shaven, but with longer dark red hair tied into a loose ponytail. He has green eyes, mildly luminescent as a result of his implants and modifications. His arms are covered in light scars from scuffles and fights throughout his life, as well as a deeper one under his left eye.
Personality: At first, Adrian doesn't seem much different compared to his pre-Pilot days. He's still loud, exuberant, and always cracking jokes at the worst possible time. He puts on a facade of good cheer and good nature, trying to lift his fellow Pilots' spirits in dark times. But the light in his eyes is dimmer than it used to be, the spring in his step a little less pronounced. There's an emptiness behind his good nature now, a hollowness born of seeing too much, too fast. His cheerfulness isn't completely a lie, but it's closer to being a lie than it used to be.
Biography: Adrian was never satisfied with his life. Always living in the shadow of his more-respectable brother, always too far from the front to see some action, but also too far from the core to distract from the war and the fire that always seemed just outside his door. Nothing to do but sit in the rain and think of all the things going wrong in his life. So he did the only thing he could think of, even if it was, yet again, disappointing his family. He enlisted in the Red Line Coalition, eager to do his part to save the sector, and maybe earn some respect from his ungrateful neighbors and family. He wanted to be on the front lines, in the thick of things, where the fires were hottest and the hammer struck hardest.

Well, he got his wish.

Shortly after Adrian enlisted, he was scouted by the Pilot program as a candidate. At first, this seemed like a dream come true- not only was he going to be in the Shard War, he was going to be one of its legendary heroes! But as the months rolled on, and the surgeries and physical conditioning started to take its toll, and his mind threatened to fracture underneath the strain of the alien mind merging with his, he became quickly disillusioned with the entire process. This disillusionment continued into, and after, his first engagement. There was none of the glory he sought on the front lines- just a lot of good people dying; friends he'd made during training taking barely two steps onto the battlefield before being cut down. By some fluke or twist of fate, Adrian has survived past his first few engagements, an encouraging sign. Perhaps even a sign of great things to come, according to his superiors.

All Adrian can see anymore, however, is how much he wishes he'd stayed home.
Favors:

• A good meal
• A nice bar
• Video games
• His Dragon
• Space
• The rain

Disfavors:

• Shard
• Boredom
• Death
• Losing friends
• Being hungry

Affinities: Adrian has confidence and initiative in spades, as required for someone of his particular role. He's also very good at identifying key targets in an engagement, picking apart the enemy from behind their lines and sowing chaos in their ranks.
Faults: Adrian is brash and impulsive, prone to act or lash out without thinking things through properly. As such, he can get himself into problematic situations if not kept firmly under control.
Text Color: Crimson
Theme Song:

The Lake Monster

Name: Del Lago
Appearance: Del Lago stands a little over 20 meters tall, bipedal, but hunched and animalistic, with an appearance that's somewhere between a shark and an amphibious reptile. The Dragon's forelimbs are somewhere between wings and fins, with digitigrade clawed legs, a thick shark's tail fin, and a large, sharp dorsal fin. Its jaws are lined with rows of very, very sharp teeth.
Personality: Calm, quiet, but constantly coiled like a spring, ready to strike. Del Lago is perceptive, always keeping its eyes out for any possible threat to it or its Pilot in the vicinity. In battle it is exceptionally savage and pragmatic, tearing enemies down before they have any time to retaliate.
Classification: Knight
Capabilities: Del Lago is equipped with a special phase drive that allows it to render itself partially or completely intangible, allowing it to "swim" through solid objects and attack from almost any conceivable angle, its advanced sensors allowing it to detect its prey even through solid stone. To help take down its prey, Del Lago's onboard weaponry is bladed fins with plasma edges, allowing it to ambush and cut down priority targets with ease.

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

@Gisk Dragons don’t technically need to sleep, but they can hibernate to recharge faster and conserve energy.

Dragons like people. Especially their Pilots. The extent depends on the individual Dragon.

Pilots aren’t exactly living in luxury, but it’s a decent-sized dormitory with plenty of space, and even some entertainment options onboard the carrier.