Karisma

MHA: Bot Ten Heroes!

Aella Crescencia Sanchez

Aella Crescencia Sanchez Hero Name : Suds ⚘ Appearance ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Aella was the depiction of the word grumpy, a constant scowl so ever-present on her face. Distaste seemed so worked into her that the constant lines of her face were like writing, never-ending on a page. Her short stature diminishes any intimidation she may illicit in others due to her hard-trained glower. Aella has a slender form, but soft on all areas where they should be toned. Her voice, a somber and hushed tone, would rarely see the light of day. Her eyes, a flat auburn color, is striking against the background of her warm tone skin and her copper hair. hero costume Aella is a lazy bum who chose comfort over practicality for her hero costume; it is an olive green tracksuit that freely allows her to move. The material of the tracksuit absorbs sweat and is riddled with holes so that when Aella moves the cloth a certain way, she increase the production of her quirk. ⚘ Quirk Details ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Type Emitter Currently, the radius with which Aella is able to emit her quirk and disperse is completely varies on her mood and concentration on that day. Normally, the farther she's able to expand them the better, but that is not often the case. Effect Bubble Burst Aella has the ability to create pressurized air bubbles that have enough explosive powers to burst through whatever it has come in contact with. She is able to create this bubbles due to her pores being able to secrete a sud-like substance that when coming in contact with the air in a certain way, it creates a thin film over pressurized air. Aella, unfortunately, still does not have a good handle on her quirk; oftentimes the radius with which she's able to disperse her bubbles vary. The bubbles act like normal bubbles, they float until something pops it. When popped it essentially creates a mini-explosion, taking with it whatever it touched. Therefore, it could be easily avoided or sidestepped once one is paying close attention. Additionally, the colder it is, the longer it takes for the bubble to pop on its own, possibly leading it to just float higher. When overused, Aella risks getting dehydrated much quicker than usual. Aella could, with practice, learn to control the size and potency of her bubbles but at the moment she is only able to create decently sized bubbles as if she were using a bubble wand. The larger the bubble, the quicker they tend to pop and the bigger the explosion; Aella struggles greatly even attempting to create a bigger bubble. ⚘ Basic Info ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ personality & history Aella, upon first impressions, gives off an aura of a bonafide delinquent. She has an almost temporary scowl, her face normally scrunched up in disdain. However, her personality is the complete opposite of that; Aella is a sweet-natured, goody-two-shoes, honest child. She has a selfless outlook on life and wholeheartedly believes the epitome of human greatness lies in how one is able to contribute to those less fortunate in society. This outlook on life may have been imprinted on her by her parents, both (quite ordinary) human rights advocates. Her only flaw, which she admits to and wants to do absolutely nothing to change it, is that Aella is extremely lazy. She prefers to do the least amount of movement as is necessary and would go days without using her quirk just because it's too much to exert herself. Aella grew up in a less than normal family. They never had a stable home in Columbia, often moving from city to city to assist in some sort of relief program. Aella's parents were extremely involved in helping the communities not only during villain attacks, but also with the aftermaths that those attacks left over. Aella grew up helping rebuild homes, feeding and clothing those in need, and cleaning up zones that were abandoned due to damage amongst other things. In turn, Aella idolized her parents in the way a small child would have idolized All Might; she solidified the belief (and now her current ideology) that present day heroes don't do enough. And while Aella is a walking contradiction—has the goals but is too lazy to actively pursue them—she is always up to the task when helping someone is involved. Because of this, Aella figured the best way to make a change—a dent—in the current society she was in, she needed to start at the very middle of it. Her parents, always supporting her, agreed when she discussed her goals applying to the most renowned Hero Academies (she was betting on UA.) Contrary to her hopes, the only school that accepted her application was New Heights Academy. Regardless, Aella packed her bags and was hero-bound. exam report Allea, in comparison to other standards, failed her entrance exam marvelously. If you were to ask her, she'd explain her reasoning behind her actions being that her quirk wasn't suitable for the task. But in reality, Aella is so disconnected with her quirk abilities, that it makes it difficult for her to strategize with it. She quickly found herself too slow to collect the ribbons and her quirk too out of control to use near other people (she was afraid of hurting someone.) While she picked up some ribbons here and there, it still didn't compare to the vast majority of her peers. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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MHA: Bott-Ten Heroes (Interest Check!)

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Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Coda Morr Périgord

^{l o c a t i o n. Somewhere in Malum Island}

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The air was brittle.

Unsettling.

Coda knew he was a coward by nature, felt it in his bones every time he was flung into a battle, but it was rare for Coda to start trembling in worry when they had only just arrived on the port of the island. In fact, it was such an odd feeling, that that's probably what was freaking Coda out at the moment. Being afraid of nothing was scary all on its own. Dismissing the feeling altogether—his body in total disagreement—Coda turned his attention back to their anxious-ridden teacher.

Quietly, mostly keeping to himself and his thoughts, Coda followed the poor attempt at a single file line. They passed by what was supposed to be a completely barren area that was now lush with vegetation, their teacher's discomfort at this realization rising steadily. Aside from slightly glancing around every now and then, Coda was rather indifferent to their current situation.

Then they saw signs of life—movement—islanders mulling about their daily lives, whatever that could possibly entail. Coda noticed that they exuded an odd sense of airheadedness and aloofness; he drew his arms close to his body, hugging himself and hunching slightly. Then they all stopped momentarily while Ms. Opal attempted to speak with the natives, most not even acknowledging her existence.

Creepy.

Coda's gaze tore from Ms. Opals futile—but arguably commendable—attempts at gathering information, to his apparent classmates. Aside from Evan, his partner, Coda realized he had no idea who any of the people they were with were. He may have recognized a face or two, but didn't know a single person on even a last-name basis. His eyes bounced from person to person, taking to memory some of their characteristics and sizing them up—a habit he unconsciously learned which immensely helped him avoid certain situations. There were a few that felt like straight-up delinquents, their posture imposing and demanding, others that were flashier than a polished blade and then those that had a quiet charisma to them. Coda noted that he seemed to be the only one with a weak disposition, his body language shifting inwards as he made that realization.

His eyes dropped to his feet and then back up a few seconds later in search of Ms. Opal. Coda had immediately taken a liking to Ms. Opal when she had introduced herself; he had found comfort in her neurotic personality and how overwhelmed she seemed to have obtained leadership of a class of sixteen (and possibly unruly) kids. Had it been him, he would have jumped off the plane before being responsible for— baa?

Right before his very eyes, Ms. Opal had turned into a sheep. She even had the "baaa" down to a T. "That's not..." Coda whispered to himself finding himself at a loss for words.

His eyes darted immediately to Evan already anticipating Evan to try and snuffle out any nervousness before it even starts brooding. Then a tall, dark-haired boy with an air of nonchalance introduced himself while, what appeared to be his partner, followed after, pointing out they were forever stuck on this creepy and godforsaken island. Coda's eyes darted to their teacher (new class pet) and then right back to a new voice that had piped up, annoyance clear in her tone.

Coda released some of the tension he hadn't fully noticed he was holding onto and let his arms fall to the side of his body. He debated on what to do next; clearly, he wasn't going to offer any ideas to the group, he couldn't possibly put himself in a position of such importance. Had he been alone, he still would've attempted to find some sort of authority figure somewhere regardless. Instead, Coda made his way towards Evan, ever so quietly, standing a few paces behind him.

And he waited.

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Fairmouth City: An Epithet Erased/Anime Campaign Based RP!

Oliver Noll Carr

『 "I don't need anger management, people just need to stop pissing me off." 』

▄P e r s o n a l i t y | Irritable | Clumsy | Inconsiderate | - - | Clingy | Passionate | Focused | Oliver is extremely prone to random temper tantrums or angry outbursts; he is the definition of "being angry at the world." He is horrible at expressing himself which leads to him getting easily frustrated and attempting to relieve that frustration by acting out in anger. Fortunately, he's not aggressive or physical, instead using words as his weapon (the louder his voice the more he believes he's won.) However, once Oliver accepted someone, he would often form a deep attachment. This often translated as clingy to most people; Oliver does his best to put those he regards as close to him first. He is rather clumsy, things often falling out of his hands or tripping on absolutely nothing. ▄B r i e f H i s t o r y Oliver's family consists of all Inscribed; some of the most successful originated from his very own family tree. His parents, while not memorable, have profitable Epithets that have been able to support the family. Since it was basically a given that anyone born in their family would eventually stumble upon their very own inscribed word, no one thought otherwise for young Oliver. Oliver himself had hope that eventually he'd also have his very own power leading to grandeur dreams of becoming the best of the best. As time went on, Oliver's bitterness and desperation arose. With no epithet in sight, rumors began, especially between his family members. Eventually, Oliver was no longer the golden boy they were all awaiting to see flourish, he was the defect; a failure. Of course, this affected Oliver in all aspects of his life. His dreams, now shattered--what with being a mundie and all--forced him to find new direction in life. This new direction turned into constant violence at school, getting involved in fights and actively seeking trouble. He found solace in his hatred for the inscribed and as soon as he was able to, Oliver left to live on his own. Jobs were scarce and opportunities were competitive for mundies so Oliver resorted to the less legal options for supporting himself. Oliver has long since blamed his family for putting such importance in epithets and blamed everyone else for the shitty life he finds himself in. ▄W e a p o n s Oliver always carries around an all-black switchblade with him as well as brass knuckles he barely uses. ▄S k i l l s ✗ Oliver's first aid knowledge goes beyond simple; due to having always gotten into fights, Oliver has learned everything from correctly dressing a wound to setting bone to stitching wounds. ✗Extremely artistic; actually, the one way Oliver found he can calm himself down and effectively express his emotions is through art. ✗Physically fit & good instincts; Oliver honed his instincts and physical abilities from the countless fights he's gotten himself in. He especially knows when to quit a fight before it's too late. ▄W e a k n e s s e s ✗ Oliver has an extremely short fuse which often causes him to act on impulse. ✗Oliver has horrible aim, which is the main reason he doesn't carry a gun. ✗Deathly afraid of cockroaches. Literally, if you throw one at him he'd faint on the spot. ✗His recklessness will most likely be the death of him one day; trouble always finds him.

【 Name 】 ____________________ Oliver Noll Carr 【 Nickname 】 ____________________ Olly or Noll (someone once called him nocar and Oliver absolutely lost it) 【 Appearance 】 ____________________ Oliver is, as strangers would say upon first impression, the depiction of silence and solitude. However, once he opens his mouth, all the other factors fall into place. With a scowl as a default, Oliver's whole posture is imposing and rigid, standing tall at 5'11". Raven black hair frames his round face, resting just below his ears in length and contrasting sharply with the green of his eyes. His choice of clothing always gravitatew towards neutral tones, where he makes sure it appears as if it hadn't just taken him an hour to get ready. 【 Age 】 ____________________ 22 【 Birthdate 】 ____________________ February 21st 【 Sexuality 】 ____________________ Bisexual 【 Gender 】 ____________________ Male 【 Other 】 ____________________ ✗Oliver has a glum voice. ✗For all his anger and "tough" guy attitude, Oliver never swears. Even refusing to read swears out loud. ✗Cannot handle compliments. ✗Refuses to make eye contact when flustered. ✗Likes talking to plants.

Fairmouth City: An Epithet Erased/Anime Campaign Based RP!

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Fairmouth City: An Epithet Erased/Anime Campaign Based RP!

Oliver Noll Carr

『 "I don't need anger management, people just need to stop pissing me off." 』

▄P e r s o n a l i t y | Irritable | Clumsy | Inconsiderate | - - | Clingy | Passionate | Focused | Oliver is extremely prone to random temper tantrums or angry outbursts; he is the definition of "being angry at the world." He is horrible at expressing himself which leads to him getting easily frustrated and attempting to relieve that frustration by acting out in anger. Fortunately, he's not aggressive or physical, instead using words as his weapon (the louder his voice the more he believes he's won.) However, once Oliver accepted someone, he would often form a deep attachment. This often translated as clingy to most people; Oliver does his best to put those he regards as close to him first. He is rather clumsy, things often falling out of his hands or tripping on absolutely nothing. ▄B r i e f H i s t o r y Oliver's family consists of all Inscribed; some of the most successful originated from his very own family tree. His parents, while not memorable, have profitable Epithets that have been able to support the family. Since it was basically a given that anyone born in their family would eventually stumble upon their very own inscribed word, no one thought otherwise for young Oliver. Oliver himself had hope that eventually he'd also have his very own power leading to grandeur dreams of becoming the best of the best. As time went on, Oliver's bitterness and desperation arose. With no epithet in sight, rumors began, especially between his family members. Eventually, Oliver was no longer the golden boy they were all awaiting to see flourish, he was the defect; a failure. Of course, this affected Oliver in all aspects of his life. His dreams, now shattered--what with being a mundie and all--forced him to find new direction in life. This new direction turned into constant violence at school, getting involved in fights and actively seeking trouble. He found solace in his hatred for the inscribed and as soon as he was able to, Oliver left to live on his own. Jobs were scarce and opportunities were competitive for mundies so Oliver resorted to the less legal options for supporting himself. Oliver has long since blamed his family for putting such importance in epithets and blamed everyone else for the shitty life he finds himself in. ▄W e a p o n s Oliver always carries around an all-black switchblade with him as well as brass knuckles he barely uses. ▄S k i l l s ✗ Oliver's first aid knowledge goes beyond simple; due to having always gotten into fights, Oliver has learned everything from correctly dressing a wound to setting bone to stitching wounds. ✗Extremely artistic; actually, the one way Oliver found he can calm himself down and effectively express his emotions is through art. ✗Physically fit & good instincts; Oliver honed his instincts and physical abilities from the countless fights he's gotten himself in. He especially knows when to quit a fight before it's too late. ▄W e a k n e s s e s ✗ Oliver has an extremely short fuse which often causes him to act on impulse. ✗Oliver has horrible aim, which is the main reason he doesn't carry a gun. ✗Deathly afraid of cockroaches. Literally, if you throw one at him he'd faint on the spot. ✗His recklessness will most likely be the death of him one day; trouble always finds him.

【 Name 】 ____________________ Oliver Noll Carr 【 Nickname 】 ____________________ Olly or Noll (someone once called him nocar and Oliver absolutely lost it) 【 Appearance 】 ____________________ Oliver is, as strangers would say upon first impression, the depiction of silence and solitude. However, once he opens his mouth, all the other factors fall into place. With a scowl as a default, Oliver's whole posture is imposing and rigid, standing tall at 5'11". Raven black hair frames his round face, resting just below his ears in length and contrasting sharply with the green of his eyes. His choice of clothing always gravitatew towards neutral tones, where he makes sure it appears as if it hadn't just taken him an hour to get ready. 【 Age 】 ____________________ 22 【 Birthdate 】 ____________________ February 21st 【 Sexuality 】 ____________________ Bisexual 【 Gender 】 ____________________ Male 【 Other 】 ____________________ ✗Oliver has a glum voice. ✗For all his anger and "tough" guy attitude, Oliver never swears. Even refusing to read swears out loud. ✗Cannot handle compliments. ✗Refuses to make eye contact when flustered. ✗Likes talking to plants.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

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Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Coda Mor Périgord

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Coda Mor Périgord ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Fifteen | Male | Demon Weapon ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Strengths ♦ Flexible. Coda is able to hide even in the smallest of spaces. ♦ Nimble. Coda is quick on his feet, and can run short distances in record time. S P E C I A L T R A I T ♦ No Presence. Coda is almost always able to evade people; his lack of presence makes it easier to hide. This can also be used effectively to sneak up on opponents and if honed down, in his weapon form, he may be able to achieve a sort of invisibility before an attack. Weaknesses ♦ Stamina. Coda has no perseverance whatsoever, easily succumbing to exhaustion. ♦ Physical Strength. While Coda can easily dodge attacks, he would not be able to take any physical attacks head on. A majority of Coda's hand to hand combat relies on using his opponent's strength against them; a punch could literally knock him out.

•p e r s o n a l i t y Coda was delicately morbid in all of his gestures; sensitive, withdrawn, uncertain and vulnerable to flattery. While quiet and cautious, Coda was also resentful and quick to hold grudges. Instead of a magnetic charisma, Coda exuded more of a "i'm on the verge of breaking" aura. Normally, this caused the people around him to step up and become the "guardian" friend. Since Coda himself has a weak predisposition, he doesn't mind at all. Coda dislikes crowded places and would rather jump into a beehive of angry bees before stepping up to be the leader of anything. •a p p e a r a n c e weapon: Coda has always struggled with his weapon identity, deemed useless by many people. Coda is able to expertly transform into chains. That's it. Coda is a long metal rope (with a green tint to it.) Coda's wielder would be able to adjust the length of the chain and size at will. soul: Coda has a light green, mellow soul. •p a r t n e r Evan Coldwell background For as long as Coda could remember, it was just his mother and him; just them versus the world. Coda regarded his childhood as an uneventful and fairly normal one. They had their difficulties, but Coda's mother was a hard worker and she gave her all to provide for her only son. Coda, in turn, did everything he could in his power to secure a comfortable future for his mother. After discovering his weapon abilities, Coda devised a goal; his grand plan was to become the best demon weapon out there through the DWMA. In his eyes, it didn't matter what hardships he suffered--for they would never compare to his mother's--Coda would see his plans to the end, he was going to succeed. Unfortunately, his plans fell through completely. Of course, transforming into chains did not immediately make him the most sought-after weapon. And of course, not having a complete mastery of his abilities didn't help either. Also, perhaps the fact that he often cowered and hid during practice negatively affected his chances. But what really caused a tear, destroying his carefully devised steps to recognition and success, shredding all the optimistic hope he still had left was none other than his mother's death. After that, Coda was rather desensitized to the world after that. He lived his life with no purpose, allowing the events that happened around him decide his future. So when he was chosen for the trip--he had nowhere else to go--Coda absentmindedly agreed.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Coda Mor Périgord

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Coda Mor Périgord ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Fifteen | Male | Demon Weapon ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Strengths ♦ Flexible. Coda is able to hide even in the smallest of spaces. ♦ Nimble. Coda is quick on his feet, and can run short distances in record time. S P E C I A L T R A I T ♦ No Presence. Coda is almost always able to evade people; his lack of presence makes it easier to hide. This can also be used effectively to sneak up on opponents and if honed down, in his weapon form, he may be able to achieve a sort of invisibility before an attack. Weaknesses ♦ Stamina. Coda has no perseverance whatsoever, easily succumbing to exhaustion. ♦ Physical Strength. While Coda can easily dodge attacks, he would not be able to take any physical attacks head on. A majority of Coda's hand to hand combat relies on using his opponent's strength against them; a punch could literally knock him out.

•p e r s o n a l i t y Coda was delicately morbid in all of his gestures; sensitive, withdrawn, uncertain and vulnerable to flattery. While quiet and cautious, Coda was also resentful and quick to hold grudges. Instead of a magnetic charisma, Coda exuded more of a "i'm on the verge of breaking" aura. Normally, this caused the people around him to step up and become the "guardian" friend. Since Coda himself has a weak predisposition, he doesn't mind at all. Coda dislikes crowded places and would rather jump into a beehive of angry bees before stepping up to be the leader of anything. •a p p e a r a n c e weapon: Coda has always struggled with his weapon identity, deemed useless by many people. Coda is able to expertly transform into chains. That's it. Coda is a long metal rope (with a green tint to it.) Coda's wielder would be able to adjust the length of the chain and size at will. soul: Coda has a light green, mellow soul. •p a r t n e r None at the moment. background For as long as Coda could remember, it was just his mother and him; just them versus the world. Coda regarded his childhood as an uneventful and fairly normal one. They had their difficulties, but Coda's mother was a hard worker and she gave her all to provide for her only son. Coda, in turn, did everything he could in his power to secure a comfortable future for his mother. After discovering his weapon abilities, Coda devised a goal; his grand plan was to become the best demon weapon out there through the DWMA. In his eyes, it didn't matter what hardships he suffered--for they would never compare to his mother's--Coda would see his plans to the end, he was going to succeed. Unfortunately, his plans fell through completely. Of course, transforming into chains did not immediately make him the most sought-after weapon. And of course, not having a complete mastery of his abilities didn't help either. Also, perhaps the fact that he often cowered and hid during practice negatively affected his chances. But what really caused a tear, destroying his carefully devised steps to recognition and success, shredding all the optimistic hope he still had left was none other than his mother's death. After that, Coda was rather desensitized to the world after that. He lived his life with no purpose, allowing the events that happened around him decide his future. So when he was chosen for the trip--he had nowhere else to go--Coda absentmindedly agreed.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

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