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The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Guess that means @Shovel is up

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Boomer

Name:
Donovan MacConaill
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Sporting the physique from his college football days, Donovan stands at 6'2" and weighs 220lbs (other features are as the picture shows.)
Goals:
To build a new world for his fellow man before finally joining his wife in the afterlife.
Past Life:
The old man took another sip of his coffee as he walked the dimly lit Philidelphia streets. For the last five years he'd been making this trek nightly, ever since Beatrice had last her battle with cancer. It helped him keep going, despite the loneliness he felt without her; reminded him of why he got out of bed in the morning despite the protests of his aging body. He passed by a diner; closed by now of course. Between the peeling paint and dirt-stained windows, it's age and level of disrepair were apparent. But past the moldering wood and crumbling plaster, the old man saw something else-- a memory. A tired-eyed young man was seated at one of the booths. Across from him was a scrawny, elderly fellow, wearing a well-ironed white shirt. The waitress was the most beautiful thing the young fellow had ever seen. Her name was Beatrice.

Continuing down the road, the old man continued to reminisce. The streets around him were important to him. They were where he'd walked Bea home every night from work. Where he'd taught all seven of their children to drive. Before he'd even realized; he was once again where his life took a turn for the better. A bridge. A small, dainty little thing. Not to mention ugly as sin. It'd been his first design after graduating from his civil engineering courses back so many years ago. He'd just about been ready to jump off the damn thing to his death. Just the thought of it made him chuckle. To give up on life over such a silly little thing? What a fool he'd been back then. If Reverend Stuart hadn't pulled him away from the ledge that day, and treated him to lunch-- it all would've ended there. Donovan smiled at the moon overhead, it'd been nearly 60 years since that life changing day. And in that time he'd built much more than bridges, and skyscrapers; he built a family, a legacy-- a life. One he was truly grateful for.

Donovan yawned as he bundled himself up tight in his jacket and sat down on the sidewalk of the bridge. Was it just him, or was the air a wee bit chillier than usual tonight. Maybe he was just tired. A few minutes of sleep wouldn't bring an end to his nightly stroll, would it?

Abilities:
Physical Conditioning: Peak human
Your body is naturally tough, durable, and strong. The pinnacle of human physical strength, endurance, and agility. Keep training, and surely you can surpass even stronger beings.
Soul Flare: The ability to turn ones soul into a weapon itself. Needed for most basic magical feats. Channel the mana present in the air through your body to achieve great feats. Allows one to interact with supernatural things, and perceive things others may not.
Foreman: Because of your past lifes accomplishments, you have been granted the ability to summon your own personal army of construction workers. They take an ethereal appearance and number from 5-20 depending on how many are needed for the job. These people do not tire, do not require rest or breaks and could theoretically stay active 24/7. However, they run on your own personal physical stamina and Magic ability. With proper planning, timing, and personal training, they could finish building a project that would have taken a month, in little over a week or so. All you have to do is give them direction and make sure you have your plans in hand. They are incapable of fighting, and may be disrupted with certain magical skills.
Inventory:
"You'll start with nothing. Sorry, I'm not a weapon smith or weaver...though you do have clothes. Probably~"

The Epic of Beginnings - An Isekai Adventure/Civ builder

Building a nation in a fantasy world? Hell yeah, count me in dude.

You Can Become a Hero!

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, 1-A Classroom, April 8th

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Kenshin sighed as he walked hurriedly through the halls of Ishin Academy. It felt as if the world itself had been trying to stop him from becoming a hero. He'd not only missed orientation due to missing his train, but now found himself lost on the campus itself. A clammy hand rubbed the boy's groggy eyes as Kenshin lamented his situation. "C'mon Kenshin! You can't give up on your first day just because you're a little tired! You're here to become a pro hero, not a dropout!" he quietly reassured himself as he continued to trudge through the halls. Truthfully, the previous night had been a sleepless one; anxiety having tied a sickly knot in his stomach.

Before long, he finally found his way to the classroom. As he approached the door, he noticed that room ahead was oddly quiet... Have they not started yet? By some stroke of luck, it seemed Kenshin had successfully made it to class on time today. A sigh of relief passed his lips as a beaming smile spread across his face, sharply contrast to the dark lines under his eyes. Excited to start class (despite his worries) Kenshin promptly checked the seating chart, and took his place in one of the front row seats.

You Can Become a Hero!

Gravitons of fun!

K e n s h i n

Personal Dossier

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_Name

武田 剣心

_{Takeda Kenshin}

_Age

15

_Origin

Tomari, Shiribeshi Subprefecture, Hokkaido, Japan

_{Physical Description}

Kenshin stands at 157cm (5'3") and sports a slim yet athletic physique. Having spent a good portion of his life helping his father in the fishery, Kenshin has a habit of wearing work clothes when not in uniform. Contradictory of his intense storm gray eyes, Kenshin constantly maintains a bright smile on his face and keeps his long black hair in a messy ponytail. When his quirk is in its active state, his entire body also exhibits a dull neon glow.

_{Characterization}

• Enthusiastic
• Friendly
• Naive
• Nervous
• Timid
• Hard-Working

_{Personal History}

Born to a small town in Northern Japan to a Fisherman, and his Korean wife; Kenshin always felt out of place among his peers. He was teased, mocked and humiliated daily for his distinct Korean features, and the fact that he'd yet to present a quirk for his first years of school certainly didn't help in the slightest. The only escape from the constant barrage of insults and degradation Kenshin could find was by immersing himself in the fantastical world of pro heroes and daydreaming about what it would feel like to be one himself. On Kenshin's eighth birthday, his quirk manifested for the first time-- needless to say the boy's parents were shocked to find an ecstatic glowing child smiling down at them from the ceiling over their bed. For the first time in his life, Kenshin felt not just welcomed by his peers, but celebrated. Whether it was a ball on a roof, a kite in a tree, or the box of cookies on the top shelf; Kenshiro could get them all with a showy representation of his new abilities. Consumed by a childish sense of pride, he thought no feat to be beyond his reach. Ever eager to prove himself, and garner more of the newfound popularity and respect he had grown to crave, he recklessly pushed himself even further with every passing day. Kenshiro's tenth birthday was the day it all came crashing down. A single balloon from the humble celebration had taken off into the sky-- everyone had said to let it go, but the boy didn't listen; he'd done a simple trick countless times indoors, and was convinced that it would be no different outside. By the time Kenshin realized his mistake, he was hundreds of meters above the ground. Fear choked froze the air in his lungs as panic caused his quirk to go wild; shaking him like a doll in the hands of an angry toddler before sending him plummeting. Though he'd been lucky enough to have a pro hero save him before he hit the ground, Kenshin's confidence would never recover. Everything he'd built within those last two years had crumbled away in a matter of weeks, rather than tormented, he was shunned with silent pity. As time passed, Kenshiro had eventually stopped practicing with his quirk entirely and resolved within himself that he would instead take over the fishery from his father rather than become a hero like he'd dreamed for so long. After all, how could he be a hero if he couldn't even protect himself? One afternoon while helping his father on the fishing boat, the aging man pulled his son aside to talk. The old fisherman revealed to his Kenshin that he had once dreamed of being a hero himself, but he'd flunked out during his second year. He knew the pain of watching a dream crumble to dust, and for years he'd been pinching every penny he could, just so he could give his son a second chance to reach that elusive dream-- and become a hero; for both of them.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

Much like his quirk defies the gravity, Kenshin is meant to embody the spirit of overcoming fear, past failures, and self-doubt. Weighed down with a paralyzing fear of heights, and a traumatic event that nearly ended his life, I'd like to see Kenshiro take full advantage of this second chance at herodom, pushing both himself and those around him to break free from the insecurities that keep them from being the best heroes they can be. My vision for Kenshin is a character who has already lost their own ambition, and is instead kept going by the ambition of those around him, such as his father. This is why despite his insecurities, he strives to push others forward, and by supporting their dreams, maybe, just maybe, it might rekindle some part of that fire he lost years ago.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Emitter

_{Quirk Description}

Personal Gravity (個人の重力 Kojin no jūryoku): Kenshin's quirk allows him to generate g-forces and apply them to his own body, effectively allowing him to walk on any (reasonably) flat surface. Currently, Kenshin can output a total force of 2g, but can individually apply each g forward, backward, up, down, left, or right. So far, there are only three ways to effectively cancel the effects of Kenshin's Personal Gravity; by Kenshins's own volition, if Kenshin is incapacitated, or if Kenshin is hit with an emp. Due to nearly killing himself with his quirk in the past, Kenshin outright refuses to activate his quirk midair, and will only utilize it with his feet within arm's length of the surface he intends to walk on.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Let's set sail!: Countless hours helping his father with his fishing boat has made Kenshin incredibly familiar with the operation of various forms of watercraft. Can I get down please?: Kenshin suffers from a paralyzing fear of heights. I'm a little rusty...: Due to his accident, Kenshin isn't as adept with his quirk as he used to be. You can do it!: Despite how he's been treated in the past by people around him, Kenshin can't help but cheer on his peers at every available opportunity..... Even if it's embarrassing as hell.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

It's far from complete, but I figured I'd give yall a peek.

THE IMMOVABLE OBJECT(unfinished)

Ayumu Saigo

Age: Mid Fourties.... Supposedly.

Guild Mark Location:

Magic Type: Tiger's Heaven and Earth Style -- A style that couples martial techniques/practices with Earth magic in order to create a spiritual bond with the soil, sand, and stone alike, allowing for rather unique abilities to manifest.

Spells:

Spells

• One With the Earth:
  
  • So long as the user is in contact with the ground, the earth supplies them with a steady influx of Ethernano, allowing them to fight for longer periods of time without running out of magic power. This ability loses effectiveness the less direct the ground contact is.
• Tremorsense:
  
  • A relatively low cost technique that makes the user acutely aware of the ground and anything touching it within a range of 10-100 feet.
• Mountain's Roots:
  
  • Extends one's power deep into the Earth, allowing the user to 'root' themselves in place, and prevent attacks from driving them back.
• Stonetrance:
  

Magic Rank: B

Equipment:

Strengths:

• Colossus: Standing at a staggering 7 feet tall; and a body solid as a rock, Ayumu is nigh unmatched in terms of both resilience and strength alike.
• Martial Arts Adept: Having spent his entire life training in the Tiger's Heaven and Earth Style, Ayumu has forged himself into a formidable close-quarters combatant.
• Unyielding: Ayumu seemingly has little regard for pain, going so far as to allow him the capability to operate unhindered in extreme heat, extreme cold, and even while poisoned.
• Dutiful: Raised and trained under a strict code of brotherhood, Ayumu would defend his comrades until his last dying breath, regardless of his disposition toward them.

Weaknesses:

• Talentless mage: Despite his many years of dedicated training, Ayumu has surprisingly made little progress on the development of his magical abilities.
• Limited Range: Due to his lack of spells, Ayumu's only means of attack are his fists (save for throwing stuff ofc).
• Heart of Stone: Ayumu is seemingly devoid of almost all emotion, and therefore struggles to empathize with people.
• Resistance to Healing: Conventional healing magic has little to no effect on Ayumu

Personality:

History/Bio:

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

And now I've just colonized it muthafucka!

Checkmate.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

I'd like to get my name on that waitlist as well

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@Duthguy@Jollan

From what Jason could guess, the difference between Geir and Mira's souls provided far more insight than just the size of their mana pools; like he'd initially thought. The thickness of a creature's soul was likely tied to physical attributes, like endurance, and strength. Akin to pressurizing a canister, the more robust the containing vessel, the denser it's contents could be without risk of rupturing. Could spirit class undead have no mana cap simply due to their distinct lack of 'container'? It was an interesting thought, but not something he could really explore at the moment. Brightness was most definitely a representation of a creature's magic stats. Likely related to how conductive an individual's meridians were to ambient mana. Mira's soul was large and bright, but was noticeably translucent. This showed that while she had high MP and magic stats, her SP and physical stats were lacking in comparison. Geir however, had a soul that was thick, yet somewhat dim and noticeably smaller than that of Mira. Meaning he high SP and physical stats, but lackluster MP and magical stats.

While pondering such revelations might lead to some rather interesting discoveries-- the situation was quickly escalating once again, the fact that there were now TWO potential enemies standing before the group of reincarnators did not bode well. Especially when one of these enemies more than likely had the proper tools to combat ghosts.... Once Jason glimpsed that green source crystal Mira had produced, he knew she'd be able to see him. With how poorly undead were likely viewed in a world such as this, getting spotted would more than likely be kill-on-sight. Not only would she be able to see him-- but also receive insight on his skills and abilities. If just being undead wasn't already bad enough, the two ranks of [Taboo] he possessed would be the final nail in the coffin.

But then, an idea reverberated through his mind like the ring a bell.

But what if I wasn't necessarily undead?

He stared at the soil beneath him as he gauged his probability of success; his mana was around 90% 'full' (if he had to guess), he had the skills [Earth Vein], [Spiritual Awareness II], [Meditiation], [Transparency], [Guidance], and most importantly-- [Possession]. He aimed to replicate the events that had occurred when he'd had his strange dream, and learned of Onogoro. But this time, he would commit to the new body that had begun to take shape.

Jason thrust himself into the earth; just as he had in the forest, stirring up soil and dust in his wake. Enveloped in darkness, he entered a focused [Meditiation]; silencing his senses, sinking as deep into the depths of the earth as he could in the few precious moments he could afford. Jason's mana surged within him as he activated [Guidance], "Onogoro, I ask for your wisdom-- that it may guide me. That I may take on the unyielding form of stone!"

Jason activated [Earth Vein]; like a final gasp for air, that he could align himself with the mana of the earth as final preparation for the oncoming change.

"POSSESSION!"

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@Duthguy@Jollan

Though it was painfully obvious that the Goblinette that found them was a fellow reincarnator, there was something... Off. She wasn't like the rest of them. Jason could tell as much from the get-go. But the way she talked wasn't right. She sounded young. Even younger than Digbie. That demon king bastard has an awfully fucked up sense of humor... Jason thought to himself as he looked her over. This must've been the goblin Geir had mentioned; Miiba. She was clearly too well fed, clothed, and armed to have been a prisoner. Had the farm's residents taken in a goblin? If they did, it made sense why Geir wanted to kill the "unusual" monsters himself instead of calling in backup. Since this reincarnatior was so young, Jason figured Danny wouldn't have much of a problem convincing her to act as if she hadn't seen them, so they could leave.

Mira called. Danny and Miiba answered simultaneously.

If Jason still had eyes, they'd have popped out of his head. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." he muttered audibly. "I hope you know what the FUCK you're doing Danny..." Jason growled at Danny, "If shit gets heated again I'm not sure how much I can help."

He frantically eyed Mira and Geir. Though their souls were clearly getting closer, they didn't seem to be in that flared 'combative' state that they had earlier. Breathing a sigh of relief, Jason focused on his meditation. He knew the earth had power. That it's power tended to gather and withstand. Danny had also mentioned something about mana particles at one point?

Jason focused as he pressed against the soil. His [Meditation], the natural replenishing circulation of his mana; his flow, as one might call it. He spurred it forth, into the earth to activate that stored golden energy and sweep it back into himself.