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Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

Hirose Seto

“When you're in that ring, you seem to forget everything else. It all just melts away during the heat of the moment.”

Overview

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_Name

Hirose Seto

_Age

Fifteen - March 4th, 2003

_Gender

Male

_Orientation

Hetero

_{Social Class}

Low Class

_{Defining Hobby}

Boxing

_Occupation

Amateur Boxer and Volunteer at the local library

Characterization

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_{Physical Description}

As a young boy standing at 5'8", it comes as no surprise that he would have taken up boxing, especially with his advantage in reach capabilities. The physical requirements of speed and endurance requirements have developed his muscles while keeping him thin.
From a distance, one could easily identify him in the lightweight division. His hair has also been known to be unkempt due to the constant physical routine he takes. However, he has been commonly known to groom himself for his volunteer work, which heavily differs from his normal every-day appearance.

_{Personality Traits}
Cheerful

For those who are born and raised in poverty, it can change them for the worst. For others, it is a gift, and a way to see life for what it truly is; whatever you make of it. Seto goes through every day with a smile on his face and a skip in his step.

Bashful

A humble lifestyle can lead to a shy attitude when it comes to many things, some more than others. For Seto, while it's possible for him to warm up to people, it will take time. Like a flower, they will not blossom until the time is truly right.

Hot Blooded

Passion is a strong feeling, especially for those of youth and energy. When it hits it's all time high, it explodes and burns brightly. Such feelings are strong enough to even push through one's reserved nature, as is the case with Seto. Of course, this isn't always a good thing, and has lead Seto to getting in trouble before.

_{Likes & Dislikes}
Likes

- Boxing

- Reading

- Meeting new people

Dislikes

- Oh god, meeting new people

- Spicy foods

- Being on large bodies of water

_{Home Life}

After his father's debilitating injury while pursuing his professional boxing career, the Hirose household has gone through tough times. While their standard of living is quite poor, they find it in their hearts to stick together and preserve. While the injury is tragic, the family is strong. With their mother being the sole individual with a stable job, Seto works hard to improve their condition and support his family. This, combined with his family's strong ties, has led Seto to becoming a humble and happy young man, albeit strongly passionate.

_{Personal Motivation}

While Seto has no strong goals for his education aside from passing without any trouble, his ultimate goal is to succeed where his father had failed: becoming a successful professional boxer.

Miscellaneous

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_{Relationships}
Family

Father - Hirose Daizō

Mother - Hirose Airi

Friends

Hideyoshi Sora

Rivals

None, as of now.

_{Belongings & Inventory}

While there is nothing much of note in terms of personal ownership aside from a few pieces of equipment for boxing, Seto always carries around a few books in a bag with him, and a phone that he has been paying for himself in order to keep in contact with his family.

_{Other Information}

Voice Actor : Kenshō Ono

Theme : Relaxing and Boxing

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

Toot toot. I have arrived.

Hirose Seto

“When you're in that ring, you seem to forget everything else. It all just melts away during the heat of the moment.”

Overview

---

_Name

Hirose Seto

_Age

Fifteen - March 4th, 2003

_Gender

Male

_Orientation

Hetero

_{Social Class}

Low Class

_{Defining Hobby}

Boxing

_Occupation

Amateur Boxer and Volunteer at the local library

Characterization

---

_{Physical Description}

As a young boy standing at 5'8", it comes as no surprise that he would have taken up boxing, especially with his advantage in reach capabilities. The physical requirements of speed and endurance requirements have developed his muscles while keeping him thin.
From a distance, one could easily identify him in the lightweight division. His hair has also been known to be unkempt due to the constant physical routine he takes. However, he has been commonly known to groom himself for his volunteer work, which heavily differs from his normal every-day appearance.

_{Personality Traits}
Cheerful

For those who are born and raised in poverty, it can change them for the worst. For others, it is a gift, and a way to see life for what it truly is; whatever you make of it. Seto goes through every day with a smile on his face and a skip in his step.

Bashful

A humble lifestyle can lead to a shy attitude when it comes to many things, some more than others. For Seto, while it's possible for him to warm up to people, it will take time. Like a flower, they will not blossom until the time is truly right.

Hot Blooded

Passion is a strong feeling, especially for those of youth and energy. When it hits it's all time high, it explodes and burns brightly. Such feelings are strong enough to even push through one's reserved nature, as is the case with Seto. Of course, this isn't always a good thing, and has lead Seto to getting in trouble before.

_{Likes & Dislikes}
Likes

- Boxing

- Reading

- Meeting new people

Dislikes

- Oh god, meeting new people

- Spicy foods

- Being on large bodies of water

_{Home Life}

After his father's debilitating injury while pursuing his professional boxing career, the Hirose household has gone through tough times. While their standard of living is quite poor, they find it in their hearts to stick together and preserve. While the injury is tragic, the family is strong. With their mother being the sole individual with a stable job, Seto works hard to improve their condition and support his family. This, combined with his family's strong ties, has led Seto to becoming a humble and happy young man, albeit strongly passionate.

_{Personal Motivation}

While Seto has no strong goals for his education aside from passing without any trouble, his ultimate goal is to succeed where his father had failed: becoming a successful professional boxer.

Miscellaneous

---

_{Relationships}
Family

Father - Hirose Daizō

Mother - Hirose Airi

Friends

Hideyoshi Sora

Rivals

None, as of now.

_{Belongings & Inventory}

While there is nothing much of note in terms of personal ownership aside from a few pieces of equipment for boxing, Seto always carries around a few books in a bag with him, and a phone that he has been paying for himself in order to keep in contact with his family.

_{Other Information}

Voice Actor : Kenshō Ono

Theme : Boxing Intensifies

The Vanguard

@Burger Accepted - put him in the character section. We'll get started on that 1x1 tomorrow.

Attack on Titan: Somnium [Closed]

Head Instructor Schulz

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@Hero@HokumPocus
Schulz stoppe in front of her. "And polite as well! If you didn't look so much different from the others, I'd say you would fit just right in! At least your hair color and eyes make you stand out! Carry on, Failure." He turned on his heels and made his way down the line once more, yelling at the cadets down the line. One by one, they were insulted, or hit, or even both. Schulz was a hard instructor, never taking lip off a single person, no matter their background. It was evident that he was only expecting the best results of these cadets. After dealing with two of the cadets down the line after Hotaru, he came upon Elif, staring her down intensely.

"You. I've seen the conjoining of a human and a horse, a coin-slot eyed woman, titans that would make you vomit. You?
You have got to be the most pathetic looking thing I have ever witnessed in my life. You expect to be some kind of killer with a body like that!? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? STEEL KILLS TITANS, NOT STICKS, CADET! WHAT IS YOUR NAME!" He made it a point to spit out as much as possible at the girl, hoping to make her recoil in disgust. The more she reacts, the better he could dish it out to her. After all, it was his job to stomp out any sort of disgust, fear, or anger issues they had early on. If there was anything worse than a Titan, it was some nutjob cadet snapping.

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Gabriel Moreau - Training Camp

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Gabriel listened on as the Instructor went down the line, hazing the cadets as he pleased. He looked down at Hotaru as Schulz walked off, wondering what kind of person she was. In fact, he was beginning to wonder what they all were like. None of these people seemed to have any idea of what military life was like - or if they did, they weren't accustomed to it. Most of them don't even look like they can carry their own weight. He shook the thought out of his head, deciding it would be best to maintain the idea that they were all here because they could handle it.

Instead, he was beginning to wonder if Grant had his form correct. During their time together, Gabriel tried to teach him good posture and proper etiquette when in formation. Whether or not Grant had it down was a different story. Gabriel couldn't check to see, since he was directly in front of him. He had only hoped he wouldn't mess up anything, lest he get a a good smacking for bad form.

Attack on Titan: Somnium [Closed]

@wolverbells Angery.

Attack on Titan: Somnium [Closed]

@wolverbells Uggghhhh, I'm like twenty years old. I'm not a baby.

The Vanguard

Intro

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"April 14th, 1959 - that was the day our world got flipped upside down. The first contact with a sentient being outside of Earth. The world governments were going crazy about this unknown life-form and why they came to our planet. It was simple, really - to colonize it. Except, we didn't realize that until it was too late. They claimed they were a poor people, seeking refuge from an outside force. At first, nobody even seemed to care for the technology they installed - it was just them trying to act like they were home. Soon enough there was alien tech running down the streets of our cities like lamp-posts. Then they started installing the tech into our workplaces, our schools, and then our homes. When we tried to intervene and push back, we were met with advanced weaponry so technologically superior that there was no hope for resistance....yet we never faltered. Like we always did. We proved too resilient, even in the face of great odds. That was always our history. Then they decided that the best way to fight us, was with us. They released a pathogen, reconstructing our DNA, our genes, our very core - and they made monsters. Humans with incredible powers to fight us, thinking they could sway our allegiance with gifts, and even going as far as the brainwash them.

To their horror, even their own creations held on to that human spirit - or maybe it was that their newfound powers made them resistant to mind-control. We can never be too certain. What was certain was that we were winning. We drove them from our planet, forcing them to flee. And the ones who stayed? We rounded them up and killed them. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it. We saw these...'freaks' as something else - they weren't human anymore. Not in our eyes. Yet they were held as heroes and praised. It wasn't until years later, when they were no longer needed, that the first super used his powers for his own gain. We took that time passed to combine alien tech with our own and made them suffer. We forced them to stand down and controlled them. We fought them tooth and nail to make them accept solitary confinement forever or die resisting. And like that, there were no more supers in the world. We kept them in the dark, keeping their powers under control - or killing them on the spot. Proper measures were put into place by a new organization - The Vanguard. Tests are taken at the age of fifteen to figure out of the pathogen had evolved into mutations. I'm sure you know where this goes. But it doesn't matter now. The world is safe and we have The Vanguard."

- Short speech from Lieutenant Colonel Farrow, now retired.

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Welcome to The Vanguard - a roleplay set in an alternate 1989 where the arrival of an alien species years prior brought up a major technological and evolutionary breakthrough. Unfortunately, those with these powers are seen as monsters from a darker age now gone. In this roleplay, you will have the option of choosing whatever you please - so long as it fits into the story narrative. Here's the twist: every player will have a 1x1 with me to establish their origin story before meeting here. Instead, until we've finished our origins, the IC section will be used as a global news station, giving the character's the news or information broadcast around the world. This could include the escapades of villains or even their own characters, depending on the severity! But it doesn't even have to be a superhero - you could even play a Vanguard Agent, dedicating your work to hunting down supers and illegal alien tech alike. Or maybe you'd like to play as a villain and wreak havoc? The choice is ultimately yours and up to the way your origin story plays out!

First, before we get into the character sheets, I just wanted to talk about the rules. I'm sure it's already quite simple with things like 'don't powerplay' and what-not, but keep in mind that this is a world with supers - if you're not super, there's a high chance your character could get beat down without the proper equipment. Romance is perfectly fine, but please keep anything too intimate private. If you have any questions on making an origin story, feel free to ask me for help! We can work it out together.

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The Vanguard

A globally funded organization with the intent of keeping supers down and locked away. Though their duties include the confiscation of illegal alien tech, supers are their main priority. Armed with firearms that allow them to suppress the pathogen inside of their bodies, The Vanguard are infamous for taking down the so-called 'freaks' with brutal efficiency. While they are not particularly cruel to those with these mutations, they have been known to be quite offensive and rude to them. All-in-all, whether they hate them or not, The Vanguard do their job - and they do it right.

More to be added

Character Sheet

Character Sheet

-Appearance Here/Costume Appearance Here(if you have one)-
Name:
Alias:
Age:
Race(Yes, it is entirely possible to even be from another planet in your origin story. The 1x1 doesn't even have to be on Earth.):
Homeplanet:
Skills/Powers:
Equipment(If any):
Affiliation(There are many organizations and groups that will be roaming around. Some can even be made in the origin stories.):
Alignment(Good, Neutral, or Evil - Neutral is the Anti-hero section.):
Short-Bio(This will just give people outside the 1x1 a quick idea of your origin story - not as fleshed out as what will be roleplayed in the 1x1.):

Attack on Titan: Somnium [Closed]

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Two years later...

Location: Wall Rose, Training Grounds.

104th Cadet Corps.

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Head Instructor Schulz

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The sun beat down on both Instructor and Cadets alike. He stared down at the miserable 'children' from above the stage, his eyes inspecting each and every one of them closely. One could mistake his careful glare as that of a predator looking for fresh prey. He pulled a canteen from his belt and opened the lid. He knew it was a hot day - the perfect way to entice the new meat. He slowly took a drink from the refreshing water, before closing it, and attaching it back to his belt. Suddenly, without warning, Schulz's voiced boomed towards the cadets. "SO THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR MY HARD WORK!? A bunch of limp dicks and undesirables!? You make the fucking Titans look like angels! It makes me so god damn sick looking at you that I want to gouge out my eyes and let them rot in the fucking sun!" He turned to his right, making his way down the staircase of the stage.

The first man he had approached was a tall boy with brown hair - Gabriel Moreau, one of the survivors of the attack on Shiganshina. He had known from reports each and every survivor of the attack, making them targets of interest for the instructor. The survivors would make excellent soldiers and leaders - granted they didn't break first from the vicious training regime. Of course, the same could be said for the rest of the cadets, but to Schulz, it was a matter of their drive. "Well what do we have here? The fucking circus is in town. I've never heard of the god damned Horse Man before!" He stood in front of Gabriel, watching his every move for the slightest bit of response. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you make a pretty fine Titan! How about we use you for target practice? Maybe then you'll have done something even remotely fucking useful in your life! Better yet, how about we shave a couple inches off the walking support beam!" Extending his leg out, he gave Gabriel a nice kick to the knee, sending him toppling down. "What is your name!? I want to know the name of this freakshow of an equestrian!"

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Gabriel Moreau - Training Camp

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Gabriel, taller than ever before, stood at the front of the Corps. Standing at attention and military bearing was nothing new to him. It was something he was used to as a kid, before his dad disappeared. Grooming for the military had it's perks, as evidenced by Gabriel's attitude and commitment. As Schulz yelled out, he listened without flinching a single muscle. Of course, it didn't make it any less nerve-wracking when the instructor came down to talk to him personally. It was honestly quite a surprise to Gabriel that this man had such a foul mouth. The banter and constant disrespect was nothing unexpected however. He began to think quietly on his thoughts of his brother as the instructor went about yelling. Unfortunately, his train of thought was quickly erased by the swift strike of a leg to his knee, causing him to topple down.

"What is your name!? I want to know the name of this freakshow of an equestrian!" Schulz shouted as he fell down. Gabriel, as strong as he was, felt the pain like a shockwave through his leg. Luckily, physical pain wasn't something new to him. He kept himself from falling over entirely and stood up straight. "Gabriel Moreau, son of Noah and Cassandra Moreau, sir!" He gave a hard salute over his heart, his hand balled up into a tight fist. His form was sharp, giving him the appearance of a veteran. Schulz gave the slightest hint of a nod, acknowledging his salute and inability to go down, which had caught him quite off-guard. ""And why the hell would I know who they are!? You some kind of leech sucking on the teat of your family name!? Here's a wake up call freak: even if your name or your family name meant anything, nobody here gives a damn! To me, you're Horse Face!" He then moved on to the next Cadet.

@Hero
Schulz approached the girl, looking at her in absolute disgust. "A fucking dwarf! Imagine my shock though to find that it's a dwarf who can barely open her damn eyes! Who the hell let you into my training grounds to begin with!? I will hunt them down just so I can personally wring your neck with their intestines!" He spat down at her feet, beginning to pace around her. "I certainly wouldn't want to rely on someone like you to save my life. You look more likely to die from the wind blowing than you do to pass! What's your name, midget? I need a new word I can call out every time I get disappointed!"

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

@CollectorOfMyst There's room, mate. Go ahead.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

_{E L I E S T A L I}

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@barkTPB@Lmpkio@yooho@Pyce@Samsno

Soon enough, the pirates were being forced back towards the docks. The guards continued on with their push, driving the brigands into their spears, the water, or back onto their ships to retreat. Those that had gone onto the ships were already starting to sail away before they were even completely pushed back, abandoning some of them inside of the town. Those that surrendered were quickly arrested and dragged off, while others refused to go down without a fight. At last the town was finally in a state of peace. The townsfolk eventually returned to the town and began to reestablish their hold. Injured were laid down in small areas to be taken care of, albeit with great difficulty, due to the lack of trained medical experts.

Unfortunately, there was the issue with Anarcans inside of the town, as well as a Cesadans. The guards would make their way towards them, demanding them to holster their weapons and come with them to the town lord's hall. It was evident that they suspected suspicion of them. But why wouldn't they? Both Anarcas and Cesadas were enemies of Estala in the previous war. Regardless, the guards were stern in taking them to the hall for questioning. They looked as if they were ready to fight them if they resisted. Whether or not it was of hostile intent or anxiety was uncertain.

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@Redneckatron@Astrolia

The combined effort of the bard, prince, and mage made the brigands break far more quickly than expected. In fact, the morale of the troops was so high, that they soon took to the offensive against their foe. The captain and the rest of Eli's retinue soon followed after, taking the opportunity to drive them out of the Prince's vicinity. Eli was rather confused though by the girl's words. W-Witch? As soon as the three were left alone, Eli let out a deep breath, and bent over to rest his hands on his knees. "That was far more terrifying than I thought it would be." It was clear to the other two that this was the boy's first time getting into serious combat.

He stood up and gave them both a intricate bow. "Thank you - both of you. I am in your debt. I'm Eli Estali, Heir to Estala. What are your names?" The boy smiled between the two. From what they could tell, he was most certainly telling the truth. He looked and even acted the part of a prince. He placed his Fire Tome into his satchel, placing it neatly next to his Wind Tome. Afterwards, he placed his hands behind his back, looking up between the two.