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Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Edits made. Should cover everything that ya requested, Lewa.

Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

I AM FIRE

Yu-Ri Yun

Chinese | Anti-Entropy | 17 y/o | Valkyrie | Human
C - Rank | Artificial Stigmata | Mecha-Type | Fire | Fists (Gauntlets)
POW - E | END - E (-1) | AGI - C (+1) | INT - D | HON - C (+1) | BUR - C
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Weapon: Red Star Banishers

A pair of HAZMAT gloves developed by ME Corp. Ostensibly made to assist in industrial metalworking, its true purpose is founded in anti-Honkai operations in cold-weather conditions. After integration with the Battlesuit Steamwork Rook, Red Star Banishers can store excess heat generated by the Battlesuit. This rerouting function enables the gauntlets to greatly enhance the heat output of every strike once at max capacity, allowing for an increased chance of causing targets to combust.

Battlesuit: Steamwork Rook

Features: Communications, GPS, subspace storage, Honkai Miasma sensors, and machine-human interfaces to allow for effective movement of prosthesis.

Time Fracture: An ability that increases a Valkyrie’s Agility by one level for a single post or about 5-10 seconds, giving them the opportunity to dodge some form of peril and potentially retaliate in the same timeframe. Can be used once per battle.

Honkai Arts

Pyrokinesis: B
Time Fracture: E
Honkai Sensing: C
Molten Forge: E _{Imbues flames with kinetic force, allowing for increased efficacy of physical interactions, such as pushes, pulls, or binds. At higher ranks, finer constructs of flame can be created.}

Burst: Inferno Alight

Rank: C
Duration: 2 rounds
Modifier Points: 6 (+2 Burst Refund On Kill, +1 POW, +1 AGI, +1 END Ignore, +1 AOE)

Effect: Removes safety limiters upon Steamwork Rook, before overclocking motor assist systems via a surge of Honkai energy. This dramatically boosts the Valkyrie’s physical capabilities, as well as generating an explosive amount of heat, which is vented out from the limbs upon impact with physical objects as a 20 foot long, 6 foot wide blast of fire. As well, upon destruction of Honkai creatures, Inferno Alight can break down their forms and convert them into Honkai energy once more, absorbing that energy to continuously fuel the Burst mode of the Battlesuit. With enough foes, it’s possible to keep up this Burst indefinitely, so long as the Valkyrie herself can withstand the strain.

Skills

Though her SWARA is incomplete, Yu-Ri was nevertheless once a Disciple of Taixuan and possesses a firm understanding of both the biomechanics and the philosophies behind the East Asian martial arts that she has been trained in. Alongside that are the skills that would have made her a proficient traveller: the ability to pantomine and read faces, a talent for cooking with fire, and the ability to scrap together a shelter out of the local environment. It's not too useful of a skill, when one considers how far civilization has spread, of course, but the romance of a martial artist wandering the lands on foot remains, and she would not let that romance die.

In opposition to that romance, however, is the training in science and engineering that she received once she became a member of Anti-Entropy. By necessity, Yu-Ri is able to maintain her prosthetics and her battlesuit by herself during long-term missions using portable tools, but special materials and facilities would still be necessary to bring her equipment up to 100% efficacy once more. She picked up a driver's license as well, though her training there only covered standard civilian vehicles.

As part of her rehab, Yu-Ri dances ballet and plays the piano, artistic pursuits no doubt recommended to her by the predilections of her doctor. She doesn't like it all that much though, as it feels as if she's cheating when mechanical limbs are just so much more powerful than human ones.

Gear

Outside of her toolbox and a jumble of tech (smartphone, table, power banks, chargers, USBs), Yu-Ri travels light. She's got a set of keys and cards, and her wallet, and that's basically all she needs to get around. Anything else? She can just buy it or make it herself.

Appearance

Black hair and ashen eyes, with skin like porcelain.

Yu-Ri is beautiful in the way that a doll is: uncannily perfect until she makes a face. And she certainly loves making faces. At a height of 5'4 and weighing 229 lbs if one includes all her prosthetics, she would have been wheelchair-bound without the technology that Anti-Entropy allowed her to prototype, and she knows it. There's an air to her, as such, an excitable air that loves the life she's still able to live. An electric energy zips through each step she takes, and her posture is bold, audacious, relentless. A candle burns, a firework explodes. And Yu-Ri? She ignites, despite the self-destruction that it would entail, for every scar earned is a life saved. Every step forward materializes that future most ideal.

Personality

The oath of the Kaslanas had sparked a flame in Yu-Ri once, and she had never stopped burning since. Never stopped, even as the fuel turned black, even as the wood splintered into halves.

A reckless courage shoots Yu-Ri forwards and onwards into danger, often with little sense of self-preservation except for a singular metric: how worthy of an end would this be? After losing her ability to live a normal human's life, after years of rehab and treatments to suppress the effects of Honkai corrosion upon her body, Yu-Ri's once-heroic resolve has degenerated into a simple desire to make the rest of her life matter, rather than make the rest of her life long. An ordinary happiness is not something she's interested in, and she obsessively trains and studies for the purpose of being able to snatch an opportunity to leave her mark in the world. To those around her, she appears hot-headed and rebellious, but ultimately good of heart, the sort of person that likely won't make it far in terms of rankings owing to a lack of professionalism and leadership ability, but still someone who could save lives in situations where others would flee.

To herself, however?

This is her Judgment of Shamash. To overcome her fear of self-immolation, no matter how much of her body breaks down into ash.

Biography

Yu-Ri Yun was born in an age of true heroes. What was the point, after all, of reading fantasy novels, when one could read the news instead? What was the point, after all, of watching superhero movies, when one could watch the news instead? Honkai, the scourge of humanity, and the Valkyries who stand against them.

Certainly, she wasn't the only child in her generation to wish to become one herself, to defend all that was beautiful in the world. And though she possessed no Stigmata, Yu-Ri knew she didn't need one either. A youthful Kaslana, possessing superhuman strength and an unearthly beauty, had summed it up themselves easily enough.

What you needed, before all else, was courage. Courage to never yield. Courage to become Humanity's shield. From there, from that origin, one would gain might enough to reach the heavens and strike down that false god, the vile Honkai!

And though the Yun family were but ordinary middle-class business people whom rose out of their farmer-roots, though her parents still wished that she remained in school and became a lawyer or a doctor...well, they had a first son to focus their attentions on, and the School of Taixuan had a reputation not only of safely training their students into fighting off the Honkai, but also a reputation of teaching kids discipline and mental strength. Room and board was cheap, the reputation was solid, and the master of the sect was a fellow countryman. What else was there to worry about then? Even if Yu-Ri fell short, at least she would be able to get it out of her system, that desire to be special.

But Yu-Ri did not fall short.

It wasn't talent nor intuition that saw that she reached the top of her class. It was the resolve to continually challenge herself. The foundation she formed as a Disciple of Taixuan was built, brick by brick, through the steps she took to reaching that near-impossible dream of hers: Kaslana. Wholly ordinary, possessing no background and no genetic gift, without any particular talents and empowered only by the innocence of a childhood dream, Yu-Ri sought to reach the same stage as the bloodline of heroes. Years passed. Her SWARA began to manifest. Her dreams were becoming more and more concrete.

The Honkai came.

It was a scorcher of a summer's day. She was meeting up with her elementary school friends at the aquarium. The sky split, the sirens sounded, and then chaos arrived soon after that. It was madness, in an instant. Panic caused traffic jams, infection cascaded into outbreaks. Her instincts told her to flee, and her training told her to as well. Her Master had been strict about this to every one of the disciples under her tutelage: until one's SWARA was complete, no matter how powerful you were, you could not fight the Honkai.

But if she ran now, she would always be running.

As her friends ran past her, Yu-Ri advanced. Her hand tore a tire iron out of a burning vehicle, and her gaze set upon the Chariot-class that loomed before her. One step. Two steps. Holding determination in her fist, soul alight with the Oath that was hers to take, she...

...opened her eyes, and thought she was in Heaven.

The next few months were a blur of surgeries and explanations, of diagnoses and tears, of admonishments that gradated into praise. They had found her in a pile of rubble, three hours after the incident was resolved by the Disciples of Taixuan and fire support from Anti-Entropy. Her training, incomplete as it was, prevented her from cascading into a zombie, while the surrounding fires were sufficient to cauterize the worst of her injuries. It had been a miracle that she had stayed alive long enough to reach the intensive care unit of the hospital, but the effects of corrosion meant that there wasn't much of her body to salvage at the end of it. Her arms had to be amputated. Her organs had to be replaced. Half of her skin had to be replaced with grafts. She was missing an eye. Her hearing would never quite be the same. Even with the most optimistic estimations, she would never walk again, and the compounding health complications would mean that she would die an early death.

Her Master could no longer train her; she praised Yu-Ri for her bravery and then banished her from the school in a single breath. By all accounts, Yu-Ri should have been crushed.

Her friends, however, had survived. Survived without injury, survived wholly intact.

That alone was all the justification she needed to know that she was on the right path. Life was already too short to begin with! What was the difference between another twenty and another fifty, if old age was going to hit her with migraines and joint pain and crippling debt anyways? Between a never-ending pity party whilst wasting away in a bed, between years of having to be manhandled by her ever-aging parents so she could take a shit, between the inevitability of being helpless to do anything other than squirm and move her head around, there had to be another way! There had to be something else.

Her teeth snagged upon the sleeves of her Master as she turned to leave, and Yu-Ri made one last bid. If she could no longer become a Disciple of Taixuan, then at the very fucking least, her Master could introduce her to Anti-Entropy, to the crystallization of human perseverance and ingenuity, where within forged steel and electric code, Yu-Ri could continue to live a life on her own terms, no matter how much shorter it'd be.

She stoked the flames within her, knowing that if it ever died out, she could not ignite it a second time.

And though it was a tough sell for all parties involved, in the end, human compassion won out. Without Anti-Entropy's help, she would never move of her own accord again, and wasn't that too great of a shame, to let this spark within a child die out? This child, who faced the heavenly tyrant once, who nearly lost her life in that incident, and who, having survived, wished to try again? If she could not pay the cost with money, then she could pay it with potential instead. Let her resolve be a bullet, slotted into a chamber.

Documents were signed. Her life was theirs.

In Salt Lake City, Yu-Ri began her rehabilitation, her transformation.

And years later, she left. She was a Valkyrie, not a Disciple. Her Stigmata were artificial and her limbs were prosthetics. But her aspirations, delusional and self-destructive as they were, remained intact.

Her adolescence had yet to end.

Expedition to Isekai

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//Day 1 | Location: Nameless Forest - Clearing
_{@OwO@AThousandCurses@baraquiel@Cu Chulainn@Nakushita}
Exhaustion dogged them all, doubly so as food had been a rarity. The stampede had not just destroyed their home, after all. It had destroyed their source of fire as well, crushed the firepit into the dirt and left not even the tiniest embers to stoke into flame. They couldn’t eat what remained of the wolfbears from yesterday, and the efforts of the night before had left all of them entirely drained.

It was as if the Awakened had become human once more, the core in their stomachs receding into a cold, hard lump. Without fuel for the flames, what hope was there for power? Asahi slumped, unconscious, and Akito was on his last legs too as he supported the pink-haired boy. He cast a glance towards Kogen, mouth twisting into the beginning of a sneer or insult, but it had been a long night. He didn’t care about that now.

But despite the exhaustion, despite the fact that all the superhuman efforts they’ve made just the night before appeared like a fantastical dream, they had to go on. Ayana, inexhaustive even when exhaustive, gave the command, and Shun, holding onto a farewell that was forever too soon, resolved herself and lead the way. She remembered the way to the trickling stream. If they followed that, they could reach something bigger, perhaps. A river. A pond. A lake.

One step at a time, they left the clearing behind.

…

Even though she knew the way, it was still slow going. Stomachs gurgled and breath came short as the small group pushed on through the woods. The sun beat down harder today, and the difference between the shade and the sunshafts within the canopy was palpably searing. Akito, turned out to have the most energy out of all of them in the end, clutching onto the fang dagger that Asahi had dropped. Kogen, the only other male student present, was tasked with carrying Tsubaki on his back. Though she could put on a tough act, though Asahi had brought her back from the brink, she was still exhausted and just as starved as everyone else. The rest formed a vanguard best they could, Shun taking the lead as they followed the half-remembered path that the water-seeking team had done the day before.

Overhead, they could see glimpses of black silhouettes shoot beyond the reach of trees, but whether those were monsters or just animals, there was nothing that could be done with them. Occasionally, they could hear something shift beneath the brush, but the sound lead to no emergence of beasts. And over time, the sound of a trickling stream sounded. There. There! The stream, and from there?

Down they went, following its flow. The stream grew larger, wider. It became a river, gurgling over rounded pebbles, and the more steps the group of students took, the more the vegetation around them opened up. Opened up, to a glistening lake, one that spanned perhaps a kilometer in diameter. The water was a beautiful thing, clear enough to see the bottom, to reveal the strange, unrecognizable fish that swam in its depths. Willow trees framed the natural wonder, their roots drinking deep from the lake. Green grass, long and soft, made each step so much more comfortable than the jumbled terrain of the forest they had just made it out of. It was not a sanctuary, but it was beautiful.

And, further beyond, they could all see it.

A singular, craggy mountain, breaking out in the distance like the horn of a beast.

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//Day 1 | Location: Nameless Forest - Depths
_{@Yankee@Vertigo}
"Don't be stupid."

Of all those who could have protested Duncan's desire to go off on his own, Hiroshi was the one that acted first. As he picked a twig out of his now dirty-blonde hair, the shark-toothed boy pointed out an obvious fact. "You have no idea where the stream is, Duncan. You can go first, but the rest of us are following from behind anyways."

It was a waste to halve their combat potential just like that. And regardless of how much of that decision laid only in cold calculation and self-preservation, Daisuke was quick to add the other obvious thing. "And it's daytime. Not like we're stumbling around blind now, yeah?"

Ayane's eyes were narrowed too. Even if they couldn't have done anything about it before, she had still left her half-sister behind. And if nothing else, Ayana was stupidly lucky at the worst possible times. Maybe she made it out. She had to have made it out.

But the rest were hesitant. Maki caught Duncan's gaze for a moment and, as if disappointed that she couldn't meet his expectations, motioned with her broken arm. Yukiko was dozing off against Masami, who had a dark expression on her face as she kept her gaze upon Sasuke and Yuki. Both of the boys were still unconscious, but the bruising that had appeared over their body, signs of internal bleeding, was bad news.

They knew that too though. Would Masato leave them to die too?

Not in daylight, at least.

They would return to the clearing. Duncan took the lead, Masato brought up the rear.

...

A deep, dark stain laid in the brush within the forest. Masato knew it was Tsubaki, but Akito was gone too. No trail of blood, but more disturbance within the grass than to be expected from two stationary individuals. Had he remained where he was, with Tsubaki, only for the two of them to be attacked? Dragged off or eaten whole?

"Well shit." Mayumi pinched the bridge of her nose. The lack of any trail of blood leading out in any direction was bad news. But no one wanted to say it yet. It would be real if they said it.

So they kept going.

...

Cresting into the brush surrounding the clearing, what greeted Duncan was nothing more than a sight of devastation.

He could see it, see everything that Kunio described last night. The craters left by the frenzied stomping that would have ended Asahi. The indent in the ground where Ayana had been suffocated to death. The bus itself, that bastion that had served as a reminder of the place they had once come from, was utterly destroyed now, nothing more than a heap of scraps. Further along in the distance, strange, four-winged birds descended, picking at two gory stains splattered upon the earth. Behind him, Duncan could hear Ayano retching as Fujita tried to come up with something to comfort her.

It had been total annihilation after all. The lack of corpses indicated only that they had all be eaten entirely. Considering the size of those hulk-phants, that was fairly likely. And...

Hana clapped her hands together. "We've still one of the spider-wolves from last night. Looks like they don't eat their own, so we could eat that today. Go pick through what remains of the bus too. Could be something useful there."

Action was better than inaction, but it was clear that some of the students were wholly unnerved by how detached Hana was. Some. Not Juro, who patted Duncan on the back, before busying himself with maneuvering the bent and blackened frame of the bus, searching for anything to salvage.

"Masato. Do we start a fire here, or proceed to the stream first?"

Interest Check - Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Mm, sure, hit me with the link. Got another that might be interested too, so I'll toss the link at them if there's a confirmation.

Interest Check - Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

How many people do ya need before you plan to move on into the OOC phase?

Interest Check - Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Oh, so Kevin’s still kicking after all? Or is the leader someone like Jackal lmao?

What are the politics like between the three factions then? Or two, if Shicksal wasn’t run by Otto and thus wouldn’t trigger the war crimes that lead to Anti-Entropy being made?

Interest Check - Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Can it be presumed that no characters from the Previous Era have survived into the current era then?

Expedition to Isekai

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//Night 0 | Location: Nameless Forest - Clearing

_{@OwO@AThousandCurses@baraquiel@Vertigo@Cu Chulainn@Nakushita}
Around them, there was only ruination. Their shelter was in pieces, what remnants of their school life crushed underfoot by the monstrosities that they couldn't slay. Food and water, containers and clothing, so much of it was turned into paste beneath charred metal and splintered wood. Kogen searched for something to sate his hunger, but there were only scraps left.

They had been forsaken. Left behind. Perhaps it was for the best. Masato must have made the decision to prioritize the lives that could be saved. But now...there was no sign that Masato was returning, was there?

And, as Rin and Shun returned to the ruination that had visited their little shelter, they found out quickly enough that even Masato's quick decision wasn't enough to save all lives. In the chaos of the night, as everyone prioritized only those in their immediate proximity, it had been easy enough for an individual to slip through the gaps of everyone's concerns. Only Yukiko had gone to retrieve the injured, and she had only the strength to retrieve one.

As for the other?

Yuudai was but a bloody smear and a charred hand now. He too, had been forsaken.

...

The night was long. The darkness remained, perpetual.

It was a small mercy for Shun.

_@Yankee

It wasn't safe.

But it would have to do.

In the darkness, none of the students noticed when Masato and Akito broke off from the group. Or, if they did notice, they didn't make any comment when Masato returned without Akito. When Akito returned without Tsubaki. The terror had gradated into wariness. The wariness had fallen away to fatigue. And, with each step through the brush, each yelp at an uneven step, each grunt of an old ache, it was becoming clear. They could not continue any further. Within a copse of soft-enough bushes, they huddled together, their clothes grimy and their countenances grim. Some snatched what sleep they could. Others whispered false comforts into their lovers' ears. A sister wondered where her half-kin was. A twin wished to leave, but couldn't abandon his other half. A girl rocked back and forth, bottling up resentment and frustration. A boy chewed on his fingernails, mouth split into a shark-toothed grin.

There was warmth in human company. With his senses sharpened to superhuman extremes, Masato should have felt it the most.

But instead, all he could feel was the lingering warmth of Tsubaki's blood.

Was it a burden he had freed himself of? Or a burden that he would forever carry?

...

The night was long. The darkness remained, perpetual.

It was another monster, for the runaways to combat.

---

//Day 1 | Location: Nameless Forest - Clearing

Day broke slowly, and people woke slowly.

The night had drained them, and hunger clawed at their stomachs. The thirst was worse, though.

They had gained power, and yet had lost their people. Their place in the world. The tears wouldn't dry up any time soon.

Still. It was another day.

They had to keep going, even if they did not know where.

It was the Otherside, after all. If they remained rooted, then what happened last night would simply repeat itself.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Eyo, feeling pretty burnt out and all, so Imma have to take an indefinite hiatus from this RP. Was fun to cook with y'all though.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

_@Krayzikk

A black shard of glass. A Shard of Angroron. Alette's crew, tasked with retrieving it. The Golden Boars, tasked with the same. And somehow, the Knights of the Iron Rose, the preeminent order of knights within Thaln, had been wholly in the dark about this until this very instant. Was the Crown itself oblivious to the existence of such an anomalous relic?

It didn't matter. The order had long been falling.

"Sir Nicomede," Serenity spoke, gesturing to the Mayonite spellsword. "Past experience speaks of how evil most often lurks in the depths of the earth. We'll scour the cellars." And, if need be, acquire a greater source of 'water' for her fellow knight.