King Cosmos

University Of Magical Aptitude

Will our characters be taking all of these classes, or are some/most of these electives? If the latter, how many classes would they be required/allowed to take?

Also, a few of these classes seem to have a definite combat focus to them and you mentioned PTSD, so am I right in assuming that at some point things will ramp up and our characters will be expected to fight?

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Reboot)

Rozaliya "Rose" Tarasova

• Name: Rozaliya “Rose” Tarasova
• Age: 23
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Rozaliya has a lean, athletic build and is of above average height for a woman at 5’ 8”. She was a soldier even before becoming a Frame pilot and as such is in good shape. Her blonde hair is messy and unruly, her eyes a pale shade of blue and her facial features sharp and angular.
• Personality: Outside of the battlefield Rozaliya is exuberant and boisterous; she carries herself with an excessive amount of cheer, speaks with excessive volume and familiarity and generally has exaggerated mannerisms. On the battlefield she is much more taciturn and focused on the job, but also has a tendency towards recklessness.
• History: As a teenager Rozaliya never expected that she would have to live through an apocalypse. Growing up in the Southern-most parts of Russia, near the coast of the Caspian sea, her life before the Warped appeared was normal, mundane; she often complained that things were too normal, her slow-paced life boring and uneventful and there were times when she dreamed of living an exciting existence in interesting times. Spending the last years of her teens and the first years of her twenties as a soldier and then an experiment was not what she had in mind.
  
  If the Warped had never appeared, she would have finished high school and attended university in a big city somewhere as an art student. On graduation she would have looked to emigrate to America, so she could live in New York where thing happened and she could become a famous artist. Instead she found herself enlisting in the army, her family and most of her friends consumed by the expanding tide of… things spilling out from the west. She found herself, gun in hand, fighting for her life against monsters.
  
  Two years ago, Rozaliya was on patrol on the outskirts of a town in what was considered to be a fairly safe area. So safe that she and the other soldiers with her couldn’t help but let their vigilance slip a little as they walked the same routes they had all walked dozens of times without incident. But this time, there was a Warped. Just the one, but that was all it took to tear her chest open and kill most of the others. By the time the creature was put down, there was just one other survivor besides herself, who very graciously dragged her all the way back to town in an attempt to save her life.
  
  It wasn’t until she was being examined by the surgeons that it became clear her survival had more to it than just good luck.
• Skills: Rozaliya is an artist; or at least, she was trying to become one. She likes to think she was pretty good, though she hasn’t painted or drawn anything in years. More practically, because of her years spent as a soldier fighting the Warped she is decently skilled in the use of firearms and explosives, mostly through experience as any training she had was hastily completed. Aside from that she is multi-lingual, able to speak both Russian and English fluently and has been learning Japanese since being recruited as a Frame pilot.
• Chi-Mechframe: Kentro
  
  • Appearance: It's morphing time
  • Abilities: The abilities of this Chi-Mechaframe suit should be fairly obvious due to the rather prominent features it has; the large red blades protruding from its forearms are an effective weapon, capable not only of cleaving through even steel but also of conducting a powerful electric current through the entirety of their length. The suit also includes a prehensile tail tipped with spikes that are equally as sharp as the arm blades, but lack the electricity. Further, the suit boosts the wearers physical abilities beyond human levels; not by a lot, but enough that cutting through metal is not a chore.
• Other:: N/A

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Reboot)

Rozaliya "Rose" Tarasova

• Name: Rozaliya “Rose” Tarasova
• Age: 23
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Rozaliya has a lean, athletic build and is of above average height for a woman at 5’ 8”. She was a soldier even before becoming a Frame pilot and as such is in good shape. Her blonde hair is messy and unruly, her eyes a pale shade of blue and her facial features sharp and angular.
• Personality: Outside of the battlefield Rozaliya is exuberant and boisterous; she carries herself with an excessive amount of cheer, speaks with excessive volume and familiarity and generally has exaggerated mannerisms. On the battlefield she is much more taciturn and focused on the job, but also has a tendency towards recklessness.
• History: As a teenager Rozaliya never expected that she would have to live through an apocalypse. Growing up in the Southern-most parts of Russia, near the coast of the Caspian sea, her life before the Warped appeared was normal, mundane; she often complained that things were too normal, her slow-paced life boring and uneventful and there were times when she dreamed of living an exciting existence in interesting times. Spending the last years of her teens and the first years of her twenties as a soldier and then an experiment was not what she had in mind.
  
  If the Warped had never appeared, she would have finished high school and attended university in a big city somewhere as an art student. On graduation she would have looked to emigrate to America, so she could live in New York where thing happened and she could become a famous artist. Instead she found herself enlisting in the army, her family and most of her friends consumed by the expanding tide of… things spilling out from the west. She found herself, gun in hand, fighting for her life against monsters.
  
  Two years ago, Rozaliya was on patrol on the outskirts of a town in what was considered to be a fairly safe area. So safe that she and the other soldiers with her couldn’t help but let their vigilance slip a little as they walked the same routes they had all walked dozens of times without incident. But this time, there was a Warped. Just the one, but that was all it took to tear her chest open and kill most of the others. By the time the creature was put down, there was just one other survivor besides herself, who very graciously dragged her all the way back to town in an attempt to save her life.
  
  It wasn’t until she was being examined by the surgeons that it became clear her survival had more to it than just good luck.
• Skills: Rozaliya is an artist; or at least, she was trying to become one. She likes to think she was pretty good, though she hasn’t painted or drawn anything in years. More practically, because of her years spent as a soldier fighting the Warped she is decently skilled in the use of firearms and explosives, mostly through experience as any training she had was hastily completed. Aside from that she is multi-lingual, able to speak both Russian and English fluently and has been learning Japanese since being recruited as a Frame pilot.
• Chi-Mechframe: Kentro
  
  • Appearance: It's morphing time
  • Abilities: The abilities of this Chi-Mechaframe suit should be fairly obvious due to the rather prominent features it has; the large red blades protruding from its forearms are an effective weapon, capable not only of cleaving through even steel but also of conducting a powerful electric current through the entirety of their length. The suit also includes a prehensile tail tipped with spikes that are equally as sharp as the arm blades, but lack the electricity. Further, the suit boosts the wearers physical abilities beyond human levels; not by a lot, but enough that cutting through metal is not a chore.
• Other:: N/A

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Interest Check; Reboot)

Anyways, I'll leave things out for a few more days and see how interest pans out before committing to an OoC. Gives people time to think on ideas at the very least.

@PKMNB0Y

I'm interested and have a bit of an idea in mind.

RATTLECHOMP

Listening to Yiya again, Sasha wasn’t sure what to think. The plant that she had taken and was transporting was sacred to the Rue in some way; it would kill them, should it die while they were near it, but it also had an effect that made them want to be close to it? As someone who had only ever thought of the shadows and… well, she didn’t know what to think of them as; this was something of a revelation.

They were just something to watch out for in the forest while on a hunt. Something that would occasionally wander close to her, watching from between the trees but often not coming close; and if one did come too close, she would point her revolver at them and they would flee. If anything, they were akin to animals, like wolves or… no, not even like wolves. Were they even predators? Sometimes they seemed skittish, like deer. Other times they were curious, as if they didn’t know what to make of her, like a rabbit or… like a child? The ones she needed to scare away were rare and those she could probably liken to wolves, but not the others.

In other words, there were different types.

What type had the one on the track been?

“It…” A line appeared between Sasha’s brows as she pulled them down in a frown. It felt unfair to be questioned like this, like they… like she had done something wrong. “It was in front of the train… like it was trying to stop it.” That seems silly, now that she knew the train was warded against them. But then, wasn’t the station supposed to keep out Rue entirely? Would it have been able to stop the train? What could a Rue even do to a person, if it got close? She’d never found out. She’d never asked. “You said they would be coming after you, because of the plant.”

Sasha bowed her head then, unable to articulate anymore why firing her father’s gun at the Rue had seemed like a good idea at the time. Maybe it wasn’t necessary. Maybe it had done more harm than good. Who could tell?

“Most of the time, they just run from me… the gun. I shot one… once. They… the ones in the forest… don’t get close… after that.”

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Morgana Faith

After the rather sudden departure from the garden and a swift car ride back to the offices, Morgana soon found herself sitting in a non-descript meeting room opposite Madeleine and next to Xaviron. Her hair was still damp from a brief shower and her clothes had been changed, but her coat was the same she had been wearing before and her overly large hat was stood on the table to her side; they were both laden with wards after all and not exactly replaceable.

Upon hearing the options laid out before them, the witch crossed her arms over her chest and sat back in her chair with a huff. “I’m not sure appreciate is the word I’d use. I’d rather hoped to be done with my family after cutting ties with them, so having them become relevant to this investigation does not exactly fill me with glee.” Under her breathe she muttered to herself. “But of course my mother would find a way to involve herself in my work, one way or another.”

There was a moments silence after that, in which the expression on Morgana’s face could almost be described as sullen. It had been years at this point since Angelica Faith had made any attempt to open a dialogue with her daughter. Years since the witch had tried to convince her to return and resume her training so that one day she might take her place as the head of the family. Morgana had, at one point, been next in line to take charge as the eldest and only daughter of the Faith family’s current matriarch and old lineages could be very, very superstitious about that sort of thing. They could be very set in their ways like that and Morgana knew that her departure had left them in something of a disarray; last she had heard one of her cousins was appointed to the role instead, but she knew that there were going to be a few people who were opposed to that while she still lived.

Many overtures were made to try and get Morgana to return; nothing substantial, nothing that aligned with her goals or resolved the reasons why she had left and every attempt only went to further demonstrate how little Morgana wanted or needed from them. Eventually, they stopped trying.

That wasn’t to say that Morgana wasn’t still in contact with her mother, of a sort. Her mother still sent her a letter on each of her birthdays and on special occasions, as was only proper, and Morgana still sent her a copy of every research paper she ever authored or co-authored that went some way to disproving the superstitious notions of magic the woman had tried to fill her head with as a curious child.

Let it never be said that she could not be a petty woman at times.

“I vote that we stay and continue to investigate. I’m sure the local teams can handle it, but they don’t know my family and likely don’t know the particulars of British witchcraft as well as I do. They might miss something.”

@Kumbaris@Martian

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Akeno

Today was just a day of new and unpleasant experiences apparently.

What did it feel like to have information suddenly and forcefully placed into your brain? It wasn’t a question Akeno had ever had a reason to ask herself, even though she had seen things like the Matrix and other sci-fi stuff where it could and did happen; she just wasn’t the type to think about that type of thing. Movies were a very surface level thing for her; if it wasn’t on screen it wasn’t worth thinking about.

But if she had thought about it, maybe she would have thought that it would hurt? She could imagine having that much information inserted all at once would be an overstimulating experience that would give you a headache or a migraine. Or maybe it felt like nothing at all and you didn’t even think about it until the next time you, well… thought about it and the information was just there.

As it turned out, it felt like neither of those things. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it wasn’t subtle either. The information she had just received about her new skill, both a brief description of it and also, weirdly, the physical steps she needed to take to use it, were insisting themselves to the forefront of her mind like an intrusive thought. The knowledge making absolutely sure that she knew that she knew this now. Try as she might she couldn’t not think about Fire Bolt for a few seconds before the feeling faded away.

Annoying, especially when other people were talking around her.

Akeno sat in silence for a while, letting the information recede back into her mind and letting herself catch-up on everything that had been said in the meantime. Two new Orcs had arrived, dragging the corpse of some snake-like looking thing into their camp and asking to use their fire to roast it. Like the last Orc, Esfir did not extend an invitation for them to join their group, instead offering them the use of what was left of their camp in a pointed un-invitation before making to leave. One of the new pair either didn’t catch the hint or chose to ignore it and asked to join them instead.

Many hands made light work, like they’d said, but it also meant they would need to hunt more to fill the quota for all of them. There was a balance to that; add too many people and you wouldn’t make the fights any easier than they already were, meaning all you had were more mouths to feed. Their arrangement was working so far with four, there was no guarantee it would still work with six. It was Esfir’s say though; she wanted to be in charge, so this was her responsibility.

For now, she just focused on what she needed to do for the next step of their quest; which was, apparently, prepare for a fight with something called a Camazotz. Something nocturnal which spent its days in a cave and only came out at night. The big Orc back at camp had apparently given some kind of cryptic warning about that, but the others couldn’t figure out what.

“If it’s nocturnal, doesn’t that mean it can see in low light? Ambushing them while they’re asleep is great, but if they wake up we’ll be fighting them in a dark cave where they can see and we can’t.”

@Zeroth@Crusader Lord@ERode@Kazemitsu@Lucius Cypher@Unkown58

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

The nasty stuff first. Eyes, organs, brain if we saved any.

@Lucius Cypher

Get a disease and/or parasite, speedrun Any%. Let's go.

We have to save the world again? I thought we were done with this crap!

You didn't ask me, but I would imagine your initial post about arriving in Bradena would be long enough to stand on its own. I think it's best to only do collabs for back-and-forth conversations, so we can keep a fairly normal posting rate.

@Quartz

@Dragonfly 9 I agree with this. An initial post followed by a potential collab is what I would suggest.

ＬＥＧＩＯＮ ＯＦ ＣＨＡＯＳ

What if when Matteo was beginning his experiments with spaceflight/space folding, that was when he discovered the other Planes and was contacted by Chaos? Like we was on the cusp of one breakthrough, but made an entirely different, more urgent one as a result of it, leading to his armada-construction going on hold.

@Dead Cruiser

Sure, that works. I'll update the sheet.