EnterTheHero

Septima Strikers (Super Powers/Social Turmoil) [High Casual] [Gunvolt]

”Meh. I have nothing better to do.”

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Name: Rikku Akamine
Nickname: Kyuubi
Age: 21
Eyes: Red
Hair: Pink
Description: Tall (6’ 6”), willowy, and ethereal, Rikku has carefully cultivated a look that screams “mystery.” Their pink-white hair cascades in ringlets to their shoulders, and a pair of round red shades cover their equally red eyes. Their face is sharp, angular, vulpine, their sharpened teeth commonly bared in a grin, mocking or otherwise. Their skin is pale, almost white, enhancing their otherworldly facade.

For leisure clothing, they prefer stylish, billowy, traditional clothes, usually in black-and-white, or darker colors. For “business,” they wear a streamlined black combat outfit with all the trimmings, with a black-and-red haori thrown over the top. In combat, they always keep their trusty sword, Renkon, at their hip.
Country of Origin: Japan
Condition: Adept
Biography: Rikku has divided their life into two neat categories: Before, and After. And they really don’t like to think about Before.

Their earliest memories are of the slums- the ramshackle buildings, the putrid smells, the sense of loss that came from being dumped there just because their hands occasionally caught on fire. The system wasn’t willing to take in an Adept as a ward. And whoever abandoned them obviously wasn’t willing to take that chance, either. Even they’re not entirely sure how they survived for as long as they did. All that matters is that they made it to After.

They don’t quite remember how they got started. Probably stealing food, or sneaking into a bath house, or something along those lines. However it happened, eventually someone noticed, and offered a job. It started out small; open this garage at this time. Get this trinket. Pick this pocket. But as it turned out, they were good at it. And more people started to notice. And with “legitimate” job opportunities being few and far between, Rikku needed every scrap they could get.

The jobs gradually got bigger. Break into this vault. “Persuade” this businessman. Access this computer. And as the jobs got bigger, Rikku got better. Soon, the underground was filled with whispers of their antics, of the mysterious youkai who stalked the night, stealing secrets and then vanishing without a trace.

Rikku found that they liked that idea. Very much. And so they leaned into it, hard.

Nowadays, Rikku sits quite comfortably in After, with bidders lining up around the block just to get a taste of their talents (relatively speaking, of course). For the resident Kyuubi of Akihabara, business is good. And they plan to keep it that way for as long as possible, no matter who tries to put a stop to it...

Skills/Gear-

Tech

• Left Lens: Vigor Lens (restores SP faster)
• Right Lens: Recharge Lens (increases EP recovery rate)
• Ring: Traction Ring (single dash ability)
• Pendant: Shield Medallion (Damage reduction)
• Handheld: Ruler (Figure out the length of things easily)

Mobility

Run (25)
Jump (25)
Flip (25)
Wall Jump (25)
Wall Slide (25)
Dash (50)
Air-Dash (75)
Teleport (200)

Skills

Weapon Training- Medium [Chokutō] (25)

Gear

Techno Boot (25)
Septima Attuned Weapon- Renkon: A Septima-attuned, red-violet straight sword that can channel Rikku’s Foxfire to achieve myriad interesting effects. (50)
Combat Suit (60)

Septima-
Name: Foxfire
Element: Element Generation: Fire (100)
Color: Rose Pink

Powers

• Sayuri- Cloaks Renkon in an aura of ghostly flames. [Element Generation: Shock] (5)
• Tsubaki- Throws Renkon at an enemy, then recalls it in a surge of Foxfire. [Remote Manipulation: Tool+Teleport] (25)
• Sakura- Throws a Foxfire shuriken at the enemy. [Element Generation: Blast] (20)
• Shion- Forms a Foxfire clone of Rikku to fight at their side. [Remote Manipulation: Tool+Element Generation: Field] (125)
• Higanbana- Creates and manipulates up to nine orbs of spectral flame, each of which Rikku can teleport to at will. [Remote Manipulation: Tool+Remote Manipulation: Group+Energy Projection: Sphere+Self-Adjust+Teleport] (160)

Build: Average
SP: 1/1 (2 SP sold, +150)

Special Skills: Tekka Maki (100)- Surrounds Rikku with a ring of Foxfire blades, damaging nearby enemies.

Incantation:
“Spin, stars in heaven!
Strike down these foolish creatures
With thy holy flames!”

Kudos

Kudos: 1150
Start: 1000
Total Used: 1145
Total Earned:
Total BONUS:
Highest Earn:
Highest "Combo":
Kudos net total: 5

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Is Absol an option?

✩ Starlight Brigade ✩

Therion suppressed a sneer as the spider wormed its way into the meeting room. It never got any easier, guarding scum. Where had he gone so wrong? How did he go from military contracts to this? He thought about the payday he was promised, and found his answer. He could almost buy a second Skyburner with how much chit Cresche had promised him. That in itself was worrying, but he wasn't going to pass up that much money, whatver his misgivings.

He gave a resigned sigh as the spider kept chattering. Part of it about drugs or something. Foul, what some of these creatures would do for recreation. Give him a good bottle of Gravlan whiskey and a coldbox full of feuerhund meat any day. His stomach grumbled at the thought; hopefully he'd be able to get food soon. It felt like he'd been waiting all day.

The conversation, such as it was, turned to the "ley," as these people called it. It wasn't quite accurate- he didn't need to be in range of a leyline to use his gifts, for instance- but he may as well humor the insect. He pulled out one of his pistols, safeties on, channeling just enough spirit into the weapon to make it glow.

"...Shuran magecraft. Bullet-sorcery. Aside from never running out of ammo, I can channel my art through these. My specialty is pyromancy, though I have to be more limited in a place like this. Worry not, though. I can be precise." He pocketed the gun, crossed his arms, and turned to face his new charge.

"Now, let me ask you a question. I get that I'm supposed to be your bodyguard, but that doesn't explain the chit I got offered for this job. Which means there's something a great deal more valuable, or dangerous, at play here."

He leaned forward slightly, eyes burning like low coals.

"I would be very pleased to know what that is."

✩ Starlight Brigade ✩

The Firebrand

Therion is a Shuran mercenary who burns with regret.

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Name: Therion Rayse
Aliases: The Firebrand
Species: Shuran

Homeworld: Shura Prime

Age: Adult

Gender: Male

Appearance:

derg boy here

Personality: Stern, cold, but mostly all-around tired. He’s never truly malicious, but generally impatient and unwilling to deal with frivolities. Which may contribute to his general lack of mercy toward his bounty hunting targets. In his downtime, he’s fond of food and drink, and spends time in between jobs indulging or meditating, usually the former.

He enjoys lightning storms, on planets that have them, and watching the stars. Privately, he has a sweet tooth, though good luck getting him to admit it.

As a Shuran bullet-sorcerer, he prides himself on his aim with his pistol.

Background: The Forge-Star Empire was once a powerful nation. Raised up from the fiery jungles of Shura, by trading their sorcerous secrets to the Talim, in order to receive the engines that raised them to the stars. 14 separate star systems, dozens of planets, hundreds of moons, all watched over by the mage-machines of the draconic race. A jewel of military and magical might, on the arm of the galaxy.

Until 20 years ago. When the black cloud of the Eminent cast its shadow over the Forge Stars. Having been forewarned of the approaching fleet, the Shurans decided to marshal their forces and face the threat head on, hoping their superior grasp of metal and magic would win them the day. Therion was only a child, one of those evacuated to protect them from the war that would soon commence. He watched as his parents and elders armed themselves, as he and his siblings escaped into the stars.

And from a distance, over the coming weeks, he watched as, one by one, the Forge Stars flickered out and died. None of the Shuran fleet ever returned.

For the next twenty years, Therion has had to survive as a member of an endangered species. He took to bullet and sorcery, like his parents before him. He learned to use his wits from the few caretakers he had left. He learned to pilot- first with civilian craft, then with weapons. He became a bounty hunter of some renown, with an overwhelming proclivity for bringing his targets in dead.

And in all those twenty years, he has never once stopped watching the stars, watching them fade as the Eminent emerge, again and again, to snuff out others like his own people. Never forgetting the rage and sadness he feels for how far his people have fallen.

Never losing the fear that the Eminent could find him again.

Talents

• Gunslinger - Therion has a way with guns, especially pistols. His weapons, Black Wings, are designed to channel his own magical energy to empower their shots, increasing their speed, stopping power, and even accuracy, with concentration. As an added bonus, his guns never need to reload as long as Therion still has the energy to cast spells.
• Pyromancer - Therion is a skilled sorcerer, particularly in the arts of manipulating heat and energy. He can conjure flame at will, and even mold flames into physical forms, like weaponry, though this is an inefficient use of his power. In tandem with his gun-slinging skills, he is quite formidable.
• Fighter Pilot - Therion is a decent pilot with almost any craft, though he truly excels with personal combat ships. His personal craft, the Skyburner, is modified with Shuran magitek, designed to channel and amplify magical energy to use as weapons.

Cyphers:

✩ Starlight Brigade ✩

The Firebrand

Therion is a Shuran mercenary who burns with regret.

---

Name: Therion Rayse
Aliases: The Firebrand
Species: Shuran

Homeworld: Shura Prime

Age: Adult

Gender: Male

Appearance:

derg boy here

Personality: Stern, cold, but mostly all-around tired. He’s never truly malicious, but generally impatient and unwilling to deal with frivolities. Which may contribute to his general lack of mercy toward his bounty hunting targets. In his downtime, he’s fond of food and drink, and spends time in between jobs indulging or meditating, usually the former.

He enjoys lightning storms, on planets that have them, and watching the stars. Privately, he has a sweet tooth, though good luck getting him to admit it.

As a Shuran bullet-sorcerer, he prides himself on his aim with his pistol.

Background: The Forge-Star Empire was once a powerful nation. Raised up from the fiery jungles of Shura, by trading their sorcerous secrets to the Talim, in order to receive the engines that raised them to the stars. 14 separate star systems, dozens of planets, hundreds of moons, all watched over by the mage-machines of the draconic race. A jewel of military and magical might, on the arm of the galaxy.

Until 20 years ago. When the black cloud of the Eminent cast its shadow over the Forge Stars. Having been forewarned of the approaching fleet, the Shurans decided to marshal their forces and face the threat head on, hoping their superior grasp of metal and magic would win them the day. Therion was only a child, one of those evacuated to protect them from the war that would soon commence. He watched as his parents and elders armed themselves, as he and his siblings escaped into the stars.

And from a distance, over the coming weeks, he watched as, one by one, the Forge Stars flickered out and died. None of the Shuran fleet ever returned.

For the next twenty years, Therion has had to survive as a member of an endangered species. He took to bullet and sorcery, like his parents before him. He learned to use his wits from the few caretakers he had left. He learned to pilot- first with civilian craft, then with weapons. He became a bounty hunter of some renown, with an overwhelming proclivity for bringing his targets in dead.

And in all those twenty years, he has never once stopped watching the stars, watching them fade as the Eminent emerge, again and again, to snuff out others like his own people. Never forgetting the rage and sadness he feels for how far his people have fallen.

Never losing the fear that the Eminent could find him again.

Talents

• Gunslinger - Therion has a way with guns, especially pistols. His weapons, Black Wings, are designed to channel his own magical energy to empower their shots, increasing their speed, stopping power, and even accuracy, with concentration. As an added bonus, his guns never need to reload as long as Therion still has the energy to cast spells.
• Pyromancer - Therion is a skilled sorcerer, particularly in the arts of manipulating heat and energy. He can conjure flame at will, and even mold flames into physical forms, like weaponry, though this is an inefficient use of his power. In tandem with his gun-slinging skills, he is quite formidable.
• Fighter Pilot - Therion is a decent pilot with almost any craft, though he truly excels with personal combat ships. His personal craft, the Skyburner, is modified with Shuran magitek, designed to channel and amplify magical energy to use as weapons.

Cyphers:

✩ The Starlight Brigade ✩

You know I’m in. :3

Fate/Aureum Mea

<Snipped quote by ColourlessKing>

Nobu's a chump.

@Sosuke

Shots fired. Quite literally.

Delete this

what's a homestuck session?

@malmshodes

How much time do you have?

Fate/Aureum Mea

Anyone else questioning the amount of guns we currently have? I mean seriously XD

@ColourlessKing

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

One Piece: Grand Cruise - A High Sea Adventure

@Genon We exchanged PMs; in the end, he decided to not push through with it.

@Juro

That’s a shame. It’s an interesting idea.