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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

_{Tokyo, Japan.}

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Inanna’s head tilted to the side when the man stopped in the middle of his explanation to go find someone else. Did he have some sort of business he forgot he needed to attend to? How strange!

How rude, the voice corrected. If he were dealing with me he would have lost a couple of his fingers for such insolence. That felt pretty extreme to Inanna, though. He refocused his attention to the upcoming fight, occasionally recoiling and clinging closer to his staff whenever the fight got a bit too brutal for him. With this, it was quite a surprise when the arena pretty much exploded with oni.

He immediately shot up to a rigid posture before remembering his training, becoming more slouched and lithe as he circled around the oni closest to him with an agile, catlike tread, using his eyes and ears to let the situation make itself known to him rather than try to impose himself on the battlefield. One swung at him and he quickly spun around behind it, using the momentum to deliver a strike behind its knee that quickly crippled it.

“I ummm,” Inanna stammered apologetically. “I’ll be right back!” he opened up a portal under himself and dropped into an area that he had noticed to be relatively calm earlier. He surveyed the area, frowning at the carnage.

Inferior stone constructs... the voice mused inside of him. What could they possibly be after? Inanna shook his head. There were people who looked like they couldn’t fight their way out, and he could help them, and that was really all that mattered to him at the moment.

What followed was perhaps a rather surreal experience. For every civilian that was cornered, injured, or otherwise unable to make it to the exits, Inanna would portal over to them and quickly send them to a safe area outside of the arena by way of another portal before anyone could object. He did this over and over again, until he couldn’t see anyone else to rescue, and returned to the original oni he crippled previously.

“Excuse me,” Inanna implored. “Could you maybe tell me why you’re here?” he repeated the question, once in Japanese and again in his native Persian and the many other languages he learned in Iran, until he eventually ran out.

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_{Tokyo, Japan.}

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Jill shrugged when the skeleton pointed out how strange the sudden weather was.

“It is pretty crazy,” she agreed. “But it’s not like we can just go up there and punch the clouds or somethin’.” Probably would’ve been fun if she could. She swung her gaze back to the floor. The announcement for another fight stirred it back upwards, and Skeletor suggested she try to enjoy the match. And try she did. Her eyebrows raised at the occasional sudden turnabout or quick blast of ki, but she wasn’t really into it. She just felt pretty burned out, in general, and it was tough to get going again after that.

She was startled to action again by the rumbling noises, tremors, and eventual full-on invasion in the arena. Her hand shot straight for her keys, almost reflexively, but Pit Stop beeped a shrill warning, and she leaned to the left as a stone club sailed through the air next to her, smacking the keys right out of her hand.

“Oi,” Jill grumbled as she turned to face the stone oni. “Care to try that again?” Surprisingly, it did just that, swinging at her in the exact fashion it did moments earlier. She was more than ready this time, though, shifting away from the blow and stopping to shake out her injured hand. The two stared at each other for a moment before Jill unleashed a sudden roundhouse kick straight into the statue’s waist, sending cracks across its body. She smirked as she felt her boot make contact.

“Ya ain’t even listening, are ya?” Jill asked. It just swung at her again. She focused ki into her left forearm and took a tenser stance, and the blow just glanced off her guard. She shrugged. Guess she had some much-needed stress relief to play around with. She leaned back, waited for the stone oni to ready another strike…

And shot forwards, striking her head straight into the monster’s gut. It promptly crumbled to pieces around her. Pit Stop beeped once more. Her head felt a bit funny.

“Yeah,” Jill said. “Probably shoulda worn a helmet… speaking of which-” she leaned over and picked her keys up off the ground. She struck a pose as she held the keys out in front of her.

“HENSHIN!”

In a flash of light, she became Beautiful Blaze, sporting the iconic blues, helmet, and scarf. She slipped one of the keys off the ring and stuck it into the device on her belt with a flamboyant spin, causing the belt to light up in light blues. She threw the rest of the keys back to Pit Stop as she surveyed the rest of the stadium, the ring of keys landing on an extended metal claw. Yeah, she couldn’t burn any more time playing around with these losers.

“Take the bike and scan all the wounded,” she told the drone. “Wire the data over to any emergency response that might need it. If one of those rockheads gives you or them any trouble, just run ‘em over.” The robot made a few beeps of affirmation before hooking into the blue bike. It shot one of the handlebars into Jill’s hand and zoomed off, weaving around seats, debris, stone oni, and various people with astounding agility, coating the occasional individual in a bright blue light. Something occurred to her before she stopped watching the carnage, though.

“So just who’s trying to fool us, here,” Jill asked the skeleton, figuring he was smart enough to be thinking about this, too. “These things aren’t actually oni, are they? And it doesn’t sound like their style to send out a bunch of rocks and stay out of sight…” She took the dismembered handlebar and swung it in place, producing a glowing blue whip. Well, at least she was starting to feel in gear again...

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_{Otaru, Japan.}

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Rosie sighed. Everything just felt so beautiful right now…

He still wondered just how exactly they did it. Even when he worked downstairs, the spas lacked a certain je ne sais quois that they had here in these onsen. And downstairs they had hellfire to work with.

It was a fleeting thought. Something that rose out of him and floated away like all the tension he’d been accumulating over the past several weeks. He didn't even know he had this much stress, how did he go so long without this?

He sighed again, leaning his head backwards. He wasn’t sure how long it was before he sat back up again. Maybe he dozed off again? He wasn’t entirely sure. It was certainly long enough that he should be on his way again. He slowly stood and rose out of the water, a hand reflexively extended back in search of a lover’s that he hadn’t seen in decades. He winced as he pulled his hand back, and used it to fix his hair. Why were old memories getting to him like this? Was this the same spring he took him to? It couldn’t be… He huffed as he grabbed a couple towels.

After some time, he was properly dried, dressed, and groomed once more. All those trite earthly concerns started coming back to him. Mainly that he wouldn’t be able to get any actual work done with all these soldiers and robots running about. It would pass, of course, as all mortal conflicts did, but it was still something he would simply have to bear in the meantime. And who knew how long that would take. He supposed he could get involved and get it finished himself, sooner, if he really had to. A matter of swallowing his pride and tolerating whatever boorish mercenaries that happened to share his goals. Either way, it was time to go.

Heels clacked against the floor as Rosie walked into the lobby. He stopped, however, when he saw someone else. Fur, white suit, gold jewelry, cane… talk about flashy! He didn’t look all that happy, though, in an amusing bit of contrast. And also slightly wet? It probably started raining since he got here. The latter two details were both somewhat enticing.

“Well you look absolutely ecstatic,” Rosie said, a coy smile undercutting his sarcasm. “Were you hoping to melt some of that stress away?” He leaned in just ever so slightly closer, the dim aura of negativity drawing him closer. Directly feeding off of him probably wasn’t going to happen, but for now he was fine with absorbing what fraction of that darkness he was exuding at the moment.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Okay, and finally done!

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

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Veronica sighed. The cyclical fashion that this discussion was progressing in was simply exasperating. And just when she was beginning to think that, just for a few hours, she could forget about the constant maelstrom of debate and conflict that her life seemed to revolve around these days. Tirnea asked her if this sort of thing was normal and she shook her head. She glared at the man, letting her feelings about this dispute be known before she even started speaking.

“Listen, sage.” Veronica started. “If there truly is some foul beast under the earth, go tell the Order. They can get ready to fry the thing the moment it decides to pop its head out of the ground. But if Tirnea says there isn’t anything down there, then I believe her, and all you’re accomplishing by disputing this is wasting our time, and perhaps most importantly, making her uncomfortable, so get a damn clue and drop this before I get too tired of it.” Veronica frowned as she looked down at him. His words seemed genuine but she could see why his persistence was so... annoying.

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Serena nodded thoughtfully when Autumn said that she couldn’t tell her any specifics of her mission. It was something she herself was rather familiar with, both before and after she had started working with The Choir. She was also familiar with this woman’s caution; the way she tensed up and frowned at her. The way that her hands moved under her cloak. She could be wrong, of course, but she knew how it felt to experience that rising tension, being ready to fight at the slightest provocation should things turn for the worst. As before, she decided not to press her any further. If she was right and this woman did feel pressured, then it wasn’t worth the risk.

Serena nodded once more when Autumn mentioned her talents as a sell-sword and scout. She almost laughed; it was like she was cut out for this job.

“I am tracking fugitives from The Choir,” Serena said, her voice hushed enough to prevent attracting any unwanted attention. “Terrorists may be a better word to describe them. At least one of them is here in this city, and I am hoping to find him before he decides to make himself known. But this city is more closely-knit than it looks, and word travels fast enough that I believe I could obtain some sort of information about where he is or what he is doing here. There are at least four of them, counting the golem, and if you happen to glean any information about any strange new arrivals in this city, especially if they are mentioned to be dressed in black or a young hunter, then I will pay you for your trouble. I need to bring them back dead or alive, but I won’t expect you to fight any of them.” She put a hand to her chin in thought for a moment. Was that all? She looked back to Autumn, awaiting her response.



“SNAKE!” Calieo cried as she disappeared into the grass for a moment.

“HOLY SHIT WHERE?!” Rebecca asked, reflexively stepping back as she looked about near her feet. Eventually Calieo simply decided that they should move onward, in a way that gave Rebecca the impression that there was no snake. She probably got it confused with something else. She barely knew what grass was, how would she know anything about snakes? She went back to listening to Calieo talk; it was better than thinking about how many snakes probably actually were writhing around in here.

Rebecca offered a quick “hah” when Chambala mentioned the destruction of the bridge.

“I can’t say I blame them.” Rebecca said with a slight hint of confidence. “If I was up against The Choir’s army I’d set the whole damn river on fire if I could. I hope the royal family’s enjoying this little grace period they made for themsel-”

Rebecca clammed up and stopped dead in her tracks when Calieo told the group to be quiet. The way she scanned the grass around them… was there something else in here with them? Hopefully not another snake. She slowly reached for a tool to defend herself with; the launcher wasn’t designed for environments like this, before Denise produced some sort of device and threw it with a cry of “fire in the hole!”

The researcher was smart enough to hit the ground before the device did, remaining safe from the explosion. Was that a fucking grenade? She shook her head as she picked herself off the ground. She would not look at Denise in the same way again after that display.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

I'll buckle down and get a post done tonight. @rivaan Should I post for Rebecca too or do you want to go first?

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

_{Tokyo, Japan.}

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Inanna watched with awe as the match ended, leaning on his staff with his mouth partially agape. Japan was a fascinating place, what strange fighters they had! And all the lights and buildings and bustling streets, it was so different from his home! Of course, he didn’t have much in the way of money, so he couldn’t actually experience too much of it...

It’s obvious that there’s nothing of value to us here, the voice nagged from within. You should have left half an hour ago. Inanna shrugged. There was something exhilarating about watching these battles, he just had to stay and see them.

I can’t even fathom why you would find interest in such petty, bloodless battles when you can fight something perfectly fine on your own the voice continued. Back in my time, we fought for keeps. Whatever happened to these mortals to- it was interrupted by someone nudging Inanna in the shoulder. He reflexively hugged his staff as he turned his head to see the Nomad who won the fight!

“Oh, hello!” Inanna chirped when he asked him what he thought of the fight. “Yes, I thought your technique was very unconventional!” Brutish and unrefined. The golem ignored the voice as he smiled at the Nomad.

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_{Otaru, Japan}

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Seshat frowned as the man’s eye began to glow. Most likely the work of some sort of scanning device. He seemed to have access to many such gadgets; GPS and even holograms, and it made her wonder how he got his hands on them. Perhaps she would get the chance to ask later, and see if she could record copies for herself? He gave her the directions before she could put any serious thought into the idea.

“Thank you,” Seshat said. “May you find peace and balance in your future.” She began to move on, ready to refocus on her mission, when the man asked her a question right as she raised her hand to wave goodbye.

It was if she was going there for R&R.

Something about this question; its absurdity, the cautious way in which he asked it, the very idea of wasting time on something so indulgent, something about it made her laugh. It went on for several seconds, bordering on delirium until it faded.

“Of course,” Seshat said humorously. “I am going to relax at the hot springs, now is a great time for a vacation.” She turned back to face him and waved her free hand at the abandoned streets and clouded skies.

“No,” she said, dropping the act. “I’m here to take care of this robot problem. Is this not why you are here as well?” She looked at this person with some degree of bemusement. What would he be doing here then, geared up as he was, if he wasn’t after the same thing?

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_{Tokyo, Japan.}

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“COME ON!” A cry rose over the din of the crowd. “TIME YOUR GODDAMN POSES BETTER!” Jill exhaled as the hero in blue was sent flying out of bounds. She slammed a fist down on the bike that she somehow managed to bring with her. What a disgrace… Still, after what felt like ages of working on set for the show and going back to the States to do promotional deals until her brains melted, it was nice to participate in a tournament and really enjoy herself for once… even if marketing decided that she needed to participate in the tournament as another promotional event. She turned her gaze to Pit Stop.

“Is that joker with us?” she asked. The floating drone turned its gaze to the fallen hero and made a strange whirring noise for a second or so before turning back to her and giving a halfhearted boop, arms extended in a lazy shrug. Jill shrugged back. She was beginning to simmer down when she received a tap on the shoulder. The question he asked would be easy to answer, but she was caught a bit off-guard by the fact that he was a skeleton. Pit Stop booped nonchalantly.

“Oh,” Jill said. “Uh, yeah, I’d say.” Was she seriously so into it that she didn’t even notice him before? Now she felt kind of stupid. Pit Stop booped a couple more times, giving a quick weather update, and she lost her fixation on the floor of the arena for a moment to check out the rain. Her gaze fixated on some of the MAVERICK personnel for the umpteenth time that day as her attention began to drift back around. What was even the deal with them? They fucked up in Rio, so that gives them the excuse to storm in and goof around on SHINING turf? She’d love to set them straight in the ring. She huffed as she turned back to the skeleton. He was still focusing on her. It was kind of starting to weird her out.

“So, uh, how about that weather?” Jill asked sheepishly, trying to make things a bit less awkward.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

_{Otaru, Japan}

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Seshat huffed. It had been two weeks, since she had made her trip to Iran. But the emotions she felt there, emotions that she had suppressed thousands of years prior, still occasionally rang fresh in her mind. She did not find whatever vessel they made for her brother there, and the idea that he may be alive in whatever twisted fashion the humans had remade him in was something that she did not quite know how to deal with.

It was something that distracted her, as she flew along.

She did not lose sight of why she was there, of course. She was eager to put an end to these troublesome robots, reward or no reward, but these MAVERICKs seemed to have useful information about them. So she would get this information, one way or another. She erred away from using force in such situations, but she had no problems resorting to it if she felt it necessary. Though they could end up causing trouble for her...

It occurred to Seshat that she should perhaps land. There were more soldiers about now, and given that she was wearing the armor she made from the corpses of these robots, it was probably not the best idea to be flying along at high speeds, boosters flaring behind her with a trail of brilliant flame. She disengaged them, and fell to the earth and skidded against it for a second before she came to a stop. The golem took off her helmet, letting her hair fall down and rest against her back as her headband materialized around her forehead.

She began to walk down the side of the road she was previously flying above, somewhat uneasily at first, until she spotted another nomad on the same path. Somewhat old, dark armor, vaguely military. Trustworthy, at least for a simple question. Seshat’s frown faded somewhat as she offered him a curt wave, her rifle hanging at her side.

“Excuse me,” Seshat inquired. “This is the way to Asarigawa Hot Springs, yes? It’s been a while since I was last in the country.” Of course, this human looked rather out of place in Japan himself.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Serena continued to stare down at the woman, her head cocked to the side trying to figure her out as she held her bag and naginata in a way that suggested that she wasn't quite sure what to do with them at the moment. Perhaps she was of no threat? She had proven to be rather… bumbling. The fact that she was apparently being tasked to do something by an employer was certainly cause for suspicion, though. This woman asked her if she had a problem, and Serena frowned in thought before she responded. Perhaps she should just be honest. No need to complicate things any further by dancing around the issue.

“I am simply suspicious,” Serena admitted with a slight sheepishness that was almost vaguely comedic. “What is this job? Nothing too troublesome, I hope?” She noticed that she was perhaps coming off as intimidating and tense, and attempted to loosen her own stance somewhat, a hint of insecurity shining through her expression. In addition to often forgetting about the impact her half-demon stature had on other people, she had learned that it was often difficult to drop her mentality of an elite guard, even when it could prove beneficial. She frowned in thought once more.

"Also," Serena said. "If it is money you need, I may have something for you, if you are interested. It could be a rather dangerous job, however."

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Huh? A thing happened? Are we still alive?

I've been busy with job stuff, I'll get a response up tonight though.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

He's bak.
With like one new move.

Inanna

Inanna

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⦋ 8 || Iran || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

A golem standing at five feet and four inches, Inanna sports a slim, flimsy-looking body with no significant muscles to speak of, hidden under hooded red robes and leather boots. His skin is a pale white, and feminine facial features work with long white hair to frame wide, deep green eyes. He carries with him an ancient steel staff, adorned at the top with a bizarre symbol with two curved protrusions running down opposite sides.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Instead of a paragraph, I just want a list of some simple personality traits!

• Optimistic
• Naive
• Caring
• Trusting
• Apologetic
• Negativity is a foreign concept
• Old-fashioned

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

In the depths of the deserts of Iran, an ancient order sought to create a vessel for the revival of their ancient god. Created from hallowed clay, souls from fighters across the world, and a piece of metal that was said to be a fragment of a magical blade that was said to be a source of ki itself, the golem was to return an order to the world that had been lost with the fading of magic.

Well, Inanna certainly wasn't what they were expecting. The first thing he did when he rose from the arcane crucible was ask if they needed a light turned on in their occult basement. They’d strain their eyes if they worked in the dark like that, he explained to a crowd of confused hooded figures.

As Inanna began to experience the world around himself, his hobbies expanded to such awe-inspiring areas as singing, sewing, and occasionally cooking. His creators weren’t convinced that their little project had gone as intended, but decided to test his skills anyways. While he took fairly well to fighting with his staff, he had difficulty channeling his seemingly immense stores of ki. He was almost written off as a failure until one day of training; his opponent tried to land a finishing blow, only for a mysterious voice to leave Inanna's lips as his opponent ended up hitting himself in the head by way of two green portals.

Though it never spoke through him since then, he eventually began to hear it speak to him as he developed his arcane talents. While he enjoyed all of the positive reinforcement he was getting for once, Inanna eventually hit a brick wall. He simply wasn’t going to attune any further as a vessel in his current state. He eventually left his home, embarking on a worldwide search for a path to more power.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Trained in the style of his temple, Inanna uses momentum to make up for his lack of strength as he twirls and strikes his enemies with his staff to keep them at bay. Though it allows him to strike from a decent range, it isn’t anything special in terms of damage.

His real strength comes in the form of his ability to conjure magical portals around him. He can create up to two sets of two interlinked portals. Momentum of anything that goes through a portal will be carried through to the other side, and if a portal closes while something or someone is partway through it, they get spat out violently from whatever side contains most of the subject’s mass.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ [Warp Step]

[Inanna opens a portal under his feet and reappears from the air in a different location.]

■ [Warp Flip]

[Inanna opens a portal underneath his feet and turns his staff sideways as he falls into the ground, reappearing above and in front of the enemy. Hanging onto his staff and flipping like a gymnast, he sails towards his opponent’s gut feet first, somehow retaining enough momentum afterwards to sail up into the air and land back to where he was when he started the attack, retrieving his staff.]

■ [Warp Thrust]

[In lieu of a proper ranged attack, Inanna simply opens a portal in front of him connected to another in front of his opponent, and thrusts once with his staff before bringing it back and closing the portals.]

■ [Warp Snap]

[Inanna creates a portal in front of him and a few feet in the air that connects to another one behind his opponent. He reaches through with his staff and hooks it around his opponent's neck, pulling it against the inside edge of the portal. He then unhooks and withdraws his staff, closing the portal and sending his opponent flying.]

■ [Warp Fling]

[Inanna opens a deliberately unstable portal in front of him with an exit facing himself immediately behind it, making it difficult to notice. If anything or anyone attempts to pass through, the portal will immediately collapse in on it, spitting them out with exponentially more force than they attempted to enter with. If nothing attempts to enter, the portal will collapse on its own after a couple seconds. Doesn’t work with faster projectiles such as bullets.]

■ [Verdant Portal Kick]

[Inanna opens a portal under his feet and reappears above his opponent with a foot extended, kicking for minor damage and leaping backwards off of them for a graceful rebound. Inanna can alternatively hold himself in a set of two portals located above each other located up in the air before the kick to both fake out and increase his own velocity and damage. On the first loop, he’ll kick with both feet, rolling along the ground if he misses. On the second, he’ll come down hard enough that he’ll use his opponent to break his fall, taking damage himself if he misses. While he’s “looping” to charge the move, he’s vulnerable to damage from anything that can hit him.]

■ [Retribution]

[A counter-attack in which Inanna opens a portal directly in front of him connected to another one above his opponent. In the event that a projectile passes through it, it ends up travelling down on the opponent’s head. In the event that the opponent uses melee techniques and strikes through the portal itself, Inanna capitalizes on the fact that gravity is pulling the enemy in two different directions by twirling behind them and sending them the rest of the way through with a solid strike, letting the fall do the rest of the work.]

■ [Inanna’s Grace]

[Though ki gives the clay that makes up his body properties similar to a human's flesh and bone to protect his core, he is unable to heal over time as a human would. By channeling ki, he can reshape his body, smoothing over any injuries and even remaking lost limbs, provided that he has a source of clay nearby to replace them. The process takes up to a couple of minutes depending on the severity of the injury, making it ill-suited for battle.]

SUPER MOVES

■ [Damocles Drop]

[Briefly searching for an item to use, Inanna decides not to inconvenience anyone and opens a portal at his feet, dropping his staff through it. It reappears high in the air, dropping into another portal linked to the previous one, and the staff continually accelerates as gravity pulls between the two portals. When he’s ready, he can release it out of the loop by linking the bottom portal to an exit portal over the opponent’s head. He quickly readjusts the portals to reach out and retrieve his staff from a distance. While initially nothing special for a super, leaving him vulnerable without his staff, giving it the time to reach terminal velocity will result in a quick and devastating attack.]

■ [Rostam’s Rush]

[Summoning uncharacteristic determination, Inanna slaps his opponent as hard as he can… Which still isn't much. However, he continues his assault by repeatedly slapping them with one hand while utilizing portals to strike at them again and again from many different angles with his staff held in the other. He finishes by thrusting forwards with his staff once the opponent loses balance, sending them away.]

■ [Shaghad’s Strike]

[Raising his staff high, Inanna swings as hard as he can and sends his opponent into a portal set above the first one. Much like Damocles Drop, he allows gravity to accelerate his opponent. He releases the target to the floor once they reach terminal velocity, allowing them to hit the floor as if they decided to take a skydive without a parachute.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

While Inanna’s portals give him the ability to move and attack all across the stage, he lacks strength and mobility outside of his gimmick. His best ways of dealing damage come from either gravity or the opponent’s own strength, meaning that those who can counteract such forces are that much better off. His portals also come with a fatal flaw; they work both ways, and leave him wide open to anyone smart enough to attack him through his own portal. Overall, he lacks the experience and drive to use his skills to their full potential.

OTHER

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Nyeh

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Wrote this up for the OP, finally. Tell me if I should tweak anything.

Organizations: SHINING

Founded decades ago following the death of (in)famous Nomad superhero Ryuji Raiden, SHINING is a corporation interested protecting the Earth… as well as their profits. Most famous for their wildly successful Justice Riders franchise, the organization has the uncanny ability to sniff out Nomad talent, get them under a contract, train and equip them, and make them into a brand, complete with everything from TV shows to toy lines.

Though based in Japan, SHINING operates across the world, with many governments paying the organization to deal with superpowered threats in a more... PR-friendly fashion. Though the flashy, marketing-focused way they conduct themselves has earned them significant criticism, SHINING remains the ideal place for the charismatic, photogenic superhero willing to sign on for a few advertising deals.