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Here's my villain. I still need to write up the rest of her Quirk details and I might expand on her background a bit but here's the one-eyed hag of Russia.

Let me know if she's too much.


I'll try and get my villain posted tonight just so it's ready to go; I've just got a few changes to make the her backstory and Quirk to make first.

@Geyter an update on the progress of the OOC?
Name: Ryuhei Takagi
Race: Human
Ki Color: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Power Level: 1365
Location: North Capital
Tag:@Holy Soldier@IceHeart@Double@Chev@Weird Tales@CaptainSully Open


He was… gone. After everything that had happened, the destruction of an entire city at the hands on one man, the dojo being attacked and both him and Master Goichi being defeated it all seemed a little too easy for the would-be conqueror to lose like this. No, not just lose, but be completely and totally wiped out.

Ryuhei kept expecting it to be a trick, for the alien to appear from somewhere and attack them, but as the second turned into minutes and nothing happened it began to set in that things were really over.

A couple more people showed up, a large muscled man and a young woman with monkey tails and a pale skinned man with spiky hair, asking what had happened and what to do next. Ryuhei didn’t have an answer for them, he was still coming to terms with the fact that they had actually won and that no one had even died during the fight. After a couple moments of silence he snapped out of it and began looking around at everyone who was gathered around the crater.

“Is anyone hurt? Does anyone need a doctor?” The question reminded Ryuhei that he wasn’t exactly in top condition at the moment himself. A short rest after his first fight with the alien wasn’t enough to fully heal his injuries and his body was still battered and bruised, not to mention the fact that Goichi was probably still bleeding all over the dojo and refusing to go to a doctor. “I need to take my Master to the hospital; anyone who is hurt should come with me.”
Didn't expect this much interest. Will try fleshing this out a bit more before doing anything major. I just need a good plot to use that could fuel the RP for a few arcs.


I'm available if you want someone to bounce ideas off of.
@Geyter I'm interested in this. I have a character from an old MHA RP I'd like to use.

As far as motivations go, shaking up the current hero and justice system, at least in Japan, is something that would work. Though I think something less like Stain's ideology and more just aiming to bring the whole system crashing down would appeal to me more.
However, all of the characters are 100% human at the beginning. Any mutations that happen will happen in story as you come across methods if that is what you desire.


Will our characters still look exactly the same as they did when they died, minus any injuries obviously, or like themselves at their peak or like something new entirely? From the sounds of it Doc wants to make a character who had a small genetic mutation in life, heterochromia or something like that, that would carry over to this new world.

I'm also asking because I was kind of intending on making a character who died of illness and was wondering how this would affect them in their new life. If they were in bad health, having been bed ridden for a while before dying, would they still be weak and sickly when they were reborn? If someone died of old age would they appear old in this world or like their younger selves?
@EpicKDP I'm potentially interested, though I'm curious about how the skills will work exactly.

Will we be limited to a set list of skills that you will outline at the start, or will there be more freedom to experiment and try things?
Spell cast canceled due to lack of MP.
You have overdrawn your MP.
You are experiencing Mana Burn. Natural MP Recovery decreased by 50%. External MP Recovery decreased by 25%.
You have no MP Remaining.
System:Oberon


Oberon fell back onto the tree branch as the orb shattered, the spell breaking apart in his hands and disappearing as he was hit by a sudden wave of fatigue and yet another headache. It would seem that he was a little too early to try something like that yet; he’d had a feeling it was ambitious to try and create an elemental when he was still a relatively weak being in this world, but he just couldn’t help but want to try and put his ideas into practise.

And it had been working for a moment there, he was sure of it. The rings around the orb and the spokes, the spinning, not to mention the fact that the entire structure had gotten more complex with each passing word. His chant had been doing something, his spell had been doing something, but he’d run out of mana before he could finish. He would have to wait until he reached a higher level and increased his mana reserves before he tried again, or perhaps find a way to restore his mana as he was performing the ritual; he just wished he knew how close he had been at the end.

When the spell had broken apart a number of system messages had appeared in front of his eyes, which he focused on now. He had two new skills, which was useful; first he has the Spell Chant skill that he was trying to emulate alongside a skill that let him focus in order to increase the power of a spell. Both skills would certainly be useful, especially Spell Chant, but at their current level they took far too long to use, especially Focus; 30 seconds to empower a spell was ridiculous just to save a little mana, in fact he could probably restore the extra mana it would cost to use the higher level version of a spell in less time. Spell Chant was better and let him modify more than just the power of a spell; at 10 seconds it still wasn’t useable in combat but it would be very interesting to see what kind of modifications he could create with it.

The other message informed him that he had a status called Mana Burn. It wasn’t surprising given just how much power he had poured into that experiment that he would suffer some backlash from it. The fact his mana regeneration was slowed by the effect was a pain, and he could guess that the best way to recover from it was to not use any mana as well meaning he was all but done with experiments for the day. At the moment the Sprite was tired enough that this thought didn’t bother him overly much; right now all he wanted to do was sleep anyway.

He wanted to fall asleep right where he was, laying down on the branch of a tree high above the forest floor and with the sun shining directly onto him, but the idea of being exposed to anything and everything that could fly but a damper on that. He picked himself up and began flying back down to the ground, descending one branch at a time lest his tired wings give out on him. Once he was back on solid ground he headed straight for the shelter, passing by Ash and Reoth before finding the place he had slept the night before and collapsing.

Before he passed out he wanted to check one thing however. If he had been on the right track with his experiment then he should have something to show for it in his skills, even if it was still incomplete. "Open Skills tab.”

Once he had read over the information the system gave him, Oberon fell asleep.



@Rune_Alchemist@Kangutso@Zeroth
The arrows inside Berserker’s body ignited. One by one the silver burst into flames that began to consume the Servant’s body, burning away at his flesh and his essence until the magic within them was spent. The arrows in his back and his chest and his stomach hollowed him out, destroying organs and searing flesh and leaving nothing behind but his heart. The arrow in his bicep burned away until there was nothing joining his shoulder to his elbow and the remains of Berserker’s arm fell to the ground to join the rest of the ash. Flames poured forth from his mouth and out of the wounds in his skin, great gouts of magical fire that illuminated the surrounding area.

At yet he survived. His skill Unwounded kept him alive, his heart still beating and his muscles still tense, and his Regeneration meant that even now his body was beginning to repair itself, even if there was not much left to repair. His warrior spirit still shone within his eyes, his roar didn’t abate and his Noble Phantasm continued to rain weapons on his enemies. He body was damaged beyond repair and he was too weak to fight, but he remained.

The Command Seal given to him by his Master, the surge of mana flooded through his body and pushed his strength and his resolve to new heights. It also accelerated his healing abilities and his body quickly sought to make Berserker whole again, the wounds in his chest and back closing over as new organs were grown to fill the hollow recesses of his chest, the strength returning to Berserker’s limbs as the mana pumping through him was put to work. Only his missing arm wasn’t restored, the limb lost forever or at least for as long as this war lasted.

As Rider summoned her palace one of its structures rose up out of the ground beneath Berserker’s feet, slamming into him from below and raising him high up into the air as he rode the building’s ascent. When the structure stopped rising Berserker found himself high above the plaza, looking down at the ground below where his arm and other club still lay, and with a better angle to see the remaining archer and Caster on another rooftop around the plazas edge.

As Berserker’s eyes fell on Manco and the archer something like a glint of recognition flickered in the mad warrior’s eyes, most likely triggered by the bow and silver arrows the archer still held. Raising his club in the air, Berserker let out yet another yell as he poured all of the excess mana he had into his Noble Phantasm, diverting it away from his regeneration in order to focus on offence. The weapons continuing to rain down all over the plaza suddenly ceased, no longer falling randomly onto the roof or Rider’s palace or inside the hotel lobby where Assassin presumably still hid, and instead every weapon that fell now fell on top of Caster’s head. Not only that, but with the extra mana of the Command Seal being fed into it the weapons fell faster and harder, no longer just falling but being thrown down at the earth from the heavens above.

It didn’t stop there however. Rearing back with his raised club Berserker swung his one remaining arm forward with as much force as he could muster, letting go of the indestructible Noble Phantasm and letting it fly straight as an arrow towards the legendary Magus.

Now deprived of his sole weapon, Berserker leapt down from the top of the structure to land in the plaza and stomped over to where his lost arm lay, now partially obscured by snow falling from Rider’s Noble Phantasm. Planting a foot on the wrist of the lost limb he reached down and wrenched the second club from his own dead fingers. Standing upright, Berserker looked around the plaza and found it deserted; all of the bystanders from the concert were either dead or hidden away inside Rider’s palace, meanwhile Caster and his one remaining archer were contending with his rain of weapons above and Assassin was inside the hotel, neither Servant visible from where Berserker currently stood. The only thing the Servant could see were the doors to the Winter Palace, the fortress Rider had summoned to protect herself and the remaining civilians from harm.

Berserker charged the doors of the palace, stabbing his club forward like a lance to try and break through the barrier.

@LukasVolkov@DrowsyPangolin@Reflection
Name: Ryuhei Takagi
Race: Human
Ki Color: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Power Level: 910
Location: North Capital
Tag:@Holy Soldier@IceHeart@Double@Chev@Weird Tales Open


Ryuhei could do nothing but stand by as the barrage of energy blasts fired down on Dyce from the two fighters above. Once they had left the city, Ryuhei and another martial artist chasing Dyce as he fled, they had been cut off by an older man who then proceeded to hammer the alien into the ground with columns of concussive force. As they got closer the fighter who had followed Ryuhei rushed over to him, calling out in panic towards what was apparently his master before joining in with attacks of his own.

Whatever they were doing it certainly seemed effective, but the tone of the other fighter’s voice had him worried, as did the strain in the old man’s shouts that grew more pained with each attack. For some reason the repeated ki blasts felt less like a finishing blow and more like a desperate last stand.

As he watched another person approached from the city. As he got closer Ryuhei recognised as the young man in the red robe and cloak who had been fighting Dyce as he arrived. Using the alien’s current predicament as an opening, the young man charges up a large attack that detonated over Dyce in an explosion of green light, interrupting the repeated blasts of the other student and master and hopefully putting a stop to this once and for all.

Without a ranged attack of his own there was nothing Ryuhei could do for now, nothing he could contribute. All he could do was wait and see what the outcome of these attacks were and be ready to strike at close range should Dyce still be standing.
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