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𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Kiko Mazzini-Ishikawa

Interacting with; Yasu @Naw

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Kiko arrived at Jigokuraku in a foul mood. She'd gotten in through the exam, but it wasn't nearly the smash hit she'd hoped for. Apparently, her success was attributed to her "guts and determination" rather than her mad skills with a tommy gun. She was sure that guy she fired at had crapped his pants at the sight of her laying down the fire. So why was she being treated like she'd scraped by on a technicality? Mom had told her she needed to stop shooting at everything that came into sight, but that was the fun in having a Quirk like this. She tried getting dad to explain it to her, but he just said he wasn't getting involved. Leave it to a professional Mafioso to stay tight lipped in a tense situation. It didn't help her out at all, though. She was still on thin ice, and if she didn't get back in everyone's good graces, she'd be getting put on ice soon enough!

She didn't have to worry about that right now, though. She was in, and now she was at the top of the mountain and the foot of the Academy. She could take some small satisfaction in having made the long an arduous climb to the top. It was a simple enough deduction to realise that the school hadn't opened yet. It looked like everyone was just milling around and waiting. That was A-okay with Kiko. She was in no hurry to hit the books. Seeing as everyone else was making idle conversation, Kiko figured there was nothing else for it but to chat people up too. Of all the people here, there were a few that she knew had taken the exam along with her. There really wasn't anyone she truly "knew", so picking a partner would make for an arbitrary decision.

Deciding on Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, Kiko settled on the angry looking wallflower hanging out by a tree. Her disposition should have been a warning sign to Kiko, but she was never the best judge of character. Strutting up to her with all the bravado she could muster, Kiko greeted her with a cheery "Buongiorno." She extended her hand to the other girl. "The name's Kiko Mazzini. Pleased to meetcha." She usually introduced herself as just "Kiko Mazzini" because she preferred the way it sounded. She loved her mom, but "Mazzini-Ishikawa" was a mouthful with no pizzazz.

Not long after she introduced herself, some dude started bellowing at the school, demanding the teachers showed up. "Get a load of this putz. Got a real set of lungs on him, amirite?" Even if he was shouting obnoxiously, at least he made a decent ice-breaking topic.

TL;DR

Kiko swaggers onto the school grounds, introduces herself to Yasu, and passes judgement on Hiroki from afar.

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

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Kiko

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Character Quote:

“You’re going down, capisce?”

Name: Mazzini-Ishikawa, Kiko
Age: 14
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 113lbs

Quirk: Bullet Hell: A quirk that entails shooting solid projectiles from tubes within the user’s arms. They are fired swiftly and in quick succession, but they have absurdly high spread.

Description: Kiko was born to a man named Thomas Mazzini and a woman named Keiko Ishikawa. She is of mixed racial heritage, as Thomas hails from the US of A and is of Italian descent. Kiko is a fanciful girl, full of notions of how she’ll make her mark of the Heroing world and how she’ll shoot down all the bad guys. She’s somewhat irreverent, and has a tendency to talk to anyone the way she’d talk to a casual acquaintance. In spite of her weird habits, she’s a fairly kind person at heart, and you would never find her acting like a bully, or worse, a criminal.

Kiko’s road to heroism began with movies shown to her by her dad when she was little. While there were plenty of action films and shooters to get her riled up with, the one Thomas most regrets showing her was an old style mobster film, filled with cliché lingo and people with Tommy guns. The young Kiko loved the movie so much, and Thomas let on that their Italian-American heritage had a passing link to those times. He even put on a mobster costume and put on a small show with his quirk, just a harmless piece of entertainment for his tiny daughter. He had no idea what he had just inspired in her. She was now convinced her dad was actually in the mafia. She told people her daddy was in the mafia. She started acting like a mobster at school. Attempts to convince her otherwise only resulted in her thinking her daddy was undercover. She was now determined to grow up and use her quirk to shoot things up, just like in the movies. She got in trouble more than a few times for using her quirk inappropriately.

The kicker was she still wanted to be a Hero. Not a villain, not a criminal, but a Hero. Even as others around her began to swear she was some kindof delinquent, and as her teachers thought of her as a problem child, Kiko insisted she was going to be a pro Hero. She was quite distraught when multiple sources informed her she was of a terrible temperament to pursue Heroism. Given how troublesome she’d been, her parents weren’t sure they even wanted her to try to be a Hero, but this was where her mom stepped in. Keiko told Kiko had one chance; she could agree to shape up and really try hard, and they’d try their hardest to get her into an academy, or she’d have to forget about the whole thing. Kiko readily agreed, and she was then ushered into the only academy likely to take her; Jigokuraku.

🅷🅴🅻🅻 ' 🆂 🅿🅰🆁🅰🅳🅸🆂🅴 🅰🅲🅰🅳🅴🅼🅸🅰 | a 'My Hero Academia' RP For Rejects and Underdogs

Can I join too?

Leviathan Fang

Alright, I believe my sheet is done. Awkward being first on the firing line, but what the hey!

Lambert

^{_{# This Blue Colour right here | D | 21 | Male}}

Lambert Isaacs
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^{No years of experience}}

(***The following is written in a flowing, gorgeous script. In fact, the calligraphy is so elaborate many may find it hard to read.***)

Magic Abilities

To say that I am “classicaly trained” would be an understatement. The Isaacs family afforded me some of the finest tutors in Faygold, and I was rigorously and dutifully drilled in the ancient methods of Lightning magic. A bolt produced from my slender fingertips should arc with most magnificence towards the horizon and flash with the dazzling brilliance of a thousand suns. As my instructors know, I am a Caster through and through, with boundless magical potential to be summoned from within.

Regretfully, my magical repertoire is limited to a handful of spells, but I assure I have dedicated myself to knowing those spells I do possess. After all, should one not strive to know their inherent magical talents the way one knows a good lover? For Lightning is my regal and beautiful mistress, and one I intend to dedicate myself to for life.

Skills and Work Experience

I am afraid to admit that I possess little in the way of manual labour skills. My upbringing was fit for a prince, and like a prince, I did not once dirty my hands scrubbing the floors and washing bed sheets. However, you will be delighted to know that I possess far more useful areas of expertise that I shall deign to offer freely in the name of the guild. For instance, I have ben trained in the delicate and noble art of fine writing. While at first you might scoff at such a seemingly irrelevant talent, the more refined among you will understand that proper writing is an art form in of itself. To simply write is something any unwashed vagrant can potentially achieve, but to make it seem as though the voice of the gods is conveyed through the swish of your pen is something that takes a true artisan to achieve. Should the guild wish to advertise its services in a way that will electrify the soul, they need only turn to me.

If aesthetic concerns are beneath the purview of your fair guild’s leadership, then I am pleased to announce a secondary talent; I am a veritable virtuoso with the violin. Again, a philistine may scoff at this as an unnecessary hobby for a prospective mage, but I would vehemently argue for its merits. A musical masterpiece played at just the right moment may diffuse a tense situation or move an otherwise unflappable individual to tears. Please understand that the repertoire of a true renaissance man is equally applicable to a life of magecraft as that of a soldier.

Combat Experience

Once again, I must shamefully confess I have no direct experience in this regard. However, I would propose that I have every bit the necessary training to make up for my lack of frontline forays. Perhaps it is true that one does not risk their own precious neck while sparring with one of the greatest swordmasters in Faygold, but the skills acquired doing so are no less relevant for it, surely? It may well be true that you cannot be certain how well you will sling a spell under pressure, but if you have slung that spell one hundred times and then a few more, how can you be accused of being anything less than prepared? While I understand you have admitted experience is not necessary to apply, I must beg you understand that someone who has seen a job or two in their time is not always that which is the better trained than a neophyte.

Reasons for Applying

My story is one that begins on the great and wealthy estate of the Isaacs family. We have a storied past of military service and dignified leadership dating back centuries. My great grandfather was something of a magiciain himself. Old Glenroy Isaacs could lay his opponents low with bolt after bolt of heavenly lightning descending from the heavens. It was stories of his magnificence that fuelled my personal training as a warrior, a mage, and a lord of the Isaacs family. Truly, had it not been for the annals of our familie’s dashing and daring deeds I do not believe I would be half the man I am today.

Unfortunately, I learned that my good father, Alfred Isaacs, had entirely different plans for my existence. He would have it that I stay on the estate and remain an impotent administrator, tending to the petty claims of the tenant farmers and getting fat off the rents we collected. This was not a life for one with a warrior’s spirit such as I. Try as I might to change his mind, he insisted that my place was on the Isaac lands, and that the life of a guild magician was a dirty and undignified one. That is what inspired my escape from the familial bonds that shackled me; I made my exit hidden within a tenant’s cart, and spirited myself away to Seafalls City. There, I heard that this fair guild was seeking applicants, and that is where my fair story ends.

Why Should We Pick You?

If you should ever look into my past contacts, you may hear many a whisper of vicious slander. They may say “He has his head in the clouds” or “He isn’t as good as he claims to be” or “He’s an exaggerating, pompous braggart”. All of these statements are patently false. I AM every bit the prodigy I claim to be, and I am a prize to any guild I should apply to. Do not be so foolish as to turn your nose up due to common sentiment; if you squander the opportunity to entrench such talent in your guild, you will have naught to do but look on in envy as I soar to the heavens, taking another fair guild’s name with me as I go.

If you need proof of my claims, you need only seek out the tutors my family arranged for me. Merely ask them if I made a good showing, and you’ll find them ill at ease to say nothing less than “Yes”.

Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

Nadia

Name: Nadia Nemeth
Gender: Female
Age: 19
(Old world) Occupation: Student & Athlete

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Class: Lancer

Equipment: Her primary weapon is a Halberd, a polearm with both a spear and axe head. Her secondary weapons are javelins, which are kept on her back for when she needs a more ranged approach. Additonally, she has a decent bit of steel armour on her to keep her nice and safe from harm.

Appearance:


Magic specialty: Transmutation & Divination

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Personality: Nadia is a spirited girl with a knack for physical tasks. Name a sport, and she probably dabbled in it while she was younger, and did well at some of them too. She is particularly good with her eyes; both with being physically accurate and catching out fine details in any given situation. She’s no genius, but she does manage to crank out a good observation or two about things from time to time. She can be rather indecisive about things, however, and even when an obvious path is laid out for her, she tends to second guess what she knows and hesitate.

Biography: Some people might say Nadia was born to be an athlete. Her parents were athletes, and they got her into it all at a young age. As a child, she enjoyed being the bowler on her school’s cricket team in Manchester, and when she got older, she ventured into activites like shot put and javelin. Javelin in particular became something of a passion for her; she enjoyed not only being able to throw something really far, but also to make a pinpoint hit with it. There was nothing quite like seeing a sleek projectile hurtle through the air and seeing it stike a target for Nadia.

It would seem obvious to anyone watching her as to how her life should pan out. She clearly had a talent and interest in athletics, so surely she should go on to do it professionally. For Nadia, the choice was anything but simple. As she went on to attend a university, she began to wonder about what she should really do with herself. Sure, she had talent, but did she have enough talent to pursue it at a professional level? Could she really do this for a living? She wondered if she shouldn’t find something more bankable to study at university than to focus on athletics. Of course, the longer she wondered, the more time flew by, and the more she felt pressured to make a decision…

Other: N/A

Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

@TheMystic Nadia in the house!

Nadia

Name: Nadia Nemeth
Gender: Female
Age: 19
(Old world) Occupation: Student & Athlete

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Class: Lancer

Equipment: Her primary weapon is a Halberd, a polearm with both a spear and axe head. Her secondary weapons are javelins, which are kept on her back for when she needs a more ranged approach. Additonally, she has a decent bit of steel armour on her to keep her nice and safe from harm.

Appearance:


Magic specialty: Transmutation & Divination

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Personality: Nadia is a spirited girl with a knack for physical tasks. Name a sport, and she probably dabbled in it while she was younger, and did well at some of them too. She is particularly good with her eyes; both with being physically accurate and catching out fine details in any given situation. She’s no genius, but she does manage to crank out a good observation or two about things from time to time. She can be rather indecisive about things, however, and even when an obvious path is laid out for her, she tends to second guess what she knows and hesitate.

Biography: Some people might say Nadia was born to be an athlete. Her parents were athletes, and they got her into it all at a young age. As a child, she enjoyed being the bowler on her school’s cricket team in Manchester, and when she got older, she ventured into activites like shot put and javelin. Javelin in particular became something of a passion for her; she enjoyed not only being able to throw something really far, but also to make a pinpoint hit with it. There was nothing quite like seeing a sleek projectile hurtle through the air and seeing it stike a target for Nadia.

It would seem obvious to anyone watching her as to how her life should pan out. She clearly had a talent and interest in athletics, so surely she should go on to do it professionally. For Nadia, the choice was anything but simple. As she went on to attend a university, she began to wonder about what she should really do with herself. Sure, she had talent, but did she have enough talent to pursue it at a professional level? Could she really do this for a living? She wondered if she shouldn’t find something more bankable to study at university than to focus on athletics. Of course, the longer she wondered, the more time flew by, and the more she felt pressured to make a decision…

Other: N/A

We Are Adventurers? (Name w.i.p. isekai / fantasy / medieval / swords & magic )

I'll join too.

Leviathan Fang -- A Fairy Tail RP

I'm dooooown.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

As Theresa continued her quiet little freakout, many things she could barely comprehend and certainly barely cared about occurred around her. There was some weird creature joining them at the table, some wizard people were yelling about magic and something else was telling about a "worldstar", and to top it all off, someone had just thrown their own head onto their table. It was like sensory overload on steroids which had been injected with acid which had been laced with amphetamines. It was so much that Theresa felt herself slipping into a state of numb shock, unable to muster greater and greater levels of surprise and bafflement to the point she doubled back into a sort of apathy. What the heck could she say or do about this that would mean anything?

However, when the head on their table began to speak, Theresa was almost glad to hear what it had to say. Not that it was especially pleasing in of itself, but at the very least, someone had come to them to offer them a clear line of action. Between everyone else being mystified as to what was happening, and the general uncertainty of the whole situation, Theresa was keen to acquire some answers. "So, um-" She caught herself as she raised her voice, still highly unaccustomed to the deeply masculine sound of it. "I think we should go to the council thingy. They have answers, I want answers. IthinkI'mdefinitelygoingtothecouncilthingymyself." The last sentence was spat out rapid fire out of a mix of anxiety and eagerness to get going. She really wanted someone who knew what the heck they were talking about to explain every last misbegotten detail about this ridiculous world they had found themselves in. If nobody was about to stop her, she was going to just dash right over to the building Miska had directed them to.

Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

I'll keep an eye on this too.