Medusa

Carpe Diem

Just to let you guys know, I'm xinnone. I ended up changing my user to something much cooler-sounding, lmao.

Anyway,
@OSIEIPPO I have a few questions regarding your character, which was brought up to me when you mentioned that you'd "fixed" him. Though I'm not the GM, nor did I ever have to approve of Ralph, his mental illnesses are extremely surprising. It appears as though you've flippantly taken the issues of depression, social anxiety, schozophrenia, and "etc" (whatever that means) in justifying his personality. Not only that, but he is seriously unmedicated as well, which would be impossible. He holds a decent job, is the sole caretaker of his daughter, and is about to have a surprise party that very same day. A mentally healthy person would struggle with those difficulties already, and yet, Ralph seems unphased. Being dropped off into another world would be shocking in it of itself, let alone to someone with clearly very serious issues. For instance, if you woke up in the middle of nowhere, I doubt that introductions would be the first thing you'd think of. I'm not saying that he shouldn't have a mental illness (mine has panic attacks, for example), but you must push towards understanding what sort of personality traits would arise with someone who shouldn't even be able to function.

The Last Avatar - Inspired by the Nickelodeon Television Series

@DeadBeatWalkingI'm so glad that you described Yan's hallucination, and I'll definitely start doing that with my character. I hadn't been sure about the method of taking Zen either(or what it actually looks like), so I'll definitely just follow your line of thought, lmao.

What Is The Avatar Above Thinking? Version 2.0

"I got my medical degree from the back of a cereal box"

Notice me, Sentai! A High School, Romantic, Magical Person roleplay!

@Agent B52
Don't worry about it. Lmao, good luck with the sleep deprivation though.

Notice me, Sentai! A High School, Romantic, Magical Person roleplay!

@Agent B52
Describe your sempai: (Looks, personality, name, maybe how you met… Your senpai can be another player’s character, an NPC, or you can have none at all.)

Notice me, Sentai! A High School, Romantic, Magical Person roleplay!

F A C E

Hider

E G O

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W E A P O N

Hider

Name: Hana Fujioka
Gender: Female
Grade: Year Three
Bio:
A dorky and otherwise plain girl, Hana is nothing special. She grew up quite normally, although became a little less popular than expected. At school, the only place she could find those like her was the otaku club, a refuge from the harsh and critical world. There, she could safely create dojinshi that depicted her hentai and ecchi fantasies, something usually forbidden outside the walls of her safe zone. Her parents could never understand her desire to spend countless amounts of money on comics, and would have died to know about how much of a pervert she really is. Therefore, she kept her fantasies hidden, and focused on being a good student.

Though one would think of her as relatively bookish, Hana is an extreme procrastinator. Overshadowed by a successful older sister, her parents expect the girl to follow on an equally bright path. Seeing as this was her last year, she attempted to make some sort of effort, but to no avail. Of course, she hid these failures, using her masterful art skills to switch thirties into eighties and so on. Drawing is the only ability that she possesses a talent for, and hopes to somehow become a full-time cartoonist.

Hana wished for an anime life. Aware that this was her last year for a high school romance, she was constantly watchful for a boy to hand her Valentine to. Unfortunately, due to an impressively meek demeanor and humiliating pastimes, suitors were non-existent.

Senpai:
Though she currently has no one of interest, Hana searches for who she wishes to become. A dark and seductive person is her top priority, and she's looking for anyone who could resemble the male lead in a vampire novel.

LOL, ok. So basically she's some nerd who's going to be in for the ride of her life. Hana gets to finally be the hot succubus thing that her hidden perversions used to dream of. Go her.

Closed.

Thanks so much, and I'll be taking all your suggestions into consideration! Feel free to post any more ideas that you have have later on.

Ronin: Neo-Japan

@vietmyke
All right, should be fixed I suppose.

Ronin: Neo-Japan

Hider

Name: Seo-yeon (Seo) Rhee
Age: Twenty-Six
Gender: Female
Nationality: Korean-American
Alias/Handle: Wraith

Psychological Analysis:
Carrying an above average intelligence, Seo is capable of thinking on her feet. She is an outgoing personality, and relies on her social skills for information gathering. Clever as she may be, she is quick to anger and has a penchant for spontaneity if disinterested. Due to this, her values are murky, and will more-than-likely try anything for the thrill of it.

Employment Record:
Raised within the safe walls of various military bases, Seo has no knowledge of what an authentic childhood entails. As the only child to a high-ranking officer, she lived well enough to have her own bedroom regardless of where the Rhee family was stationed. In terms of her schooling, the girl kept up a lackluster performance, preferring to play with her peers rather than focus on a future. No matter the tutors, she held no sense of purpose, and was therefore expected to become a soldier's wife. Dissatisfied, she'd decided to educate herself with what she assumed to be worldly virtues. Whenever possible, Seo would escape with friends as she grew older, leaving safety zones to explore the several cultures untouched by foreign hands.

Due to her adolescent anarchy, she grew to vehemently reject consumerism as a way of life. Seo praised forbidden ideas, and lauded the names of various free-thinkers. Miraculously accepted into a Japanese university, she gained a sense of purpose by meeting those who equally shared her beliefs. Young and idealistic, small student unions were formed in opposition to the megacorps. And, to the horror of her parents, she dropped out before sophomore year.

Despite dropping out, she quickly grew to obtain a leadership role, standing unshaken against the various rumors of missing people and suspicious suicides. Though Seo had found a cause to believe in, her dreams fell as swiftly as they began. When the police visibly pushed back, most students gave up on their cause and returned to education, but not before Seo had been injured in the ripples of revolution. Shot in the back, she had become unable to move from the waist down.

Left with a year's worth of college tuition, she replaced her legs altogether to C-Grade prosthetics. Though they were clunky in comparison to the finesse of true nerves, Seo was capable of walking once more. She was angry at her situation, and had decided that becoming wealthy was her best bet at challenging her overlords. Joining the criminal underworld, the woman used her conversational skills for petty information brokering to fund the process of advancing herself. Seo saved most credits to replace whatever body parts she owned and threw the rest into learning hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship as well.

After deciding to become a Ronin, she poured the rest of her savings into A-Grade legs and worked alone for stealth-based missions, severely improving her fighting style in the process. She joined her current team only a year ago, and figures that working as a group will allow her to accept jobs with higher rewards. Her goals are not unlike many in the field as Seo continues in search for wealth, mercenary work being the most profitable. In terms of assignments, she has become a relatively good close-range fighter, and relies on her upgrades for critical hits and quick escapes. Based on her previous profession, she is best as a spy or infiltrator.

Enhancement:
(Grade-A Cybernetic Legs 20000CR)- Seamlessly going all the way to her hips, these implants also have the ability to create a faster sprint, lighter step, and higher jump. Mostly, they were built to appear as normal as possible.
(Grade-B Cybernetic Eyes 5000CR)- Her eyes are capable of switching to heat-detection and night-vision.
(Grade-C Inner Ears 2500CR)- She has advanced coordination and better overall hearing.


Equipment:

Hider

(Combat Armor 5000CR)- She's fitted with a standard black suit. Her armor is weaker, however, due to being created from a lighter material. This way, she is able to move around faster.
(Stealth Coat 5,000CR)- Though most prominently featured in her black hood, the rest of the cloth is interlaced along her armor.
(High Quality Forged IDENT Card 2,500CR)-A more advanced form of INDENT Card.
(Trade Tools 1,000CR)-Standard
(Energy Weapon 5,000CR)-Seo holds a long, two-handed sword as her go-to weapon. It's strength is in causing paralytic shocks with every swing.
(Grade-B Sniper Rifle 1,000CR)-She also carries a single-shot rifle with a silencer and scope.
(Grade-C Pistol 250CR)-Standard
(2 PharmaCon Emergency Trauma Solutions 2,000CR)
(1 PharmaCon Medical Gel 250CR)
(2 E-Nades 500CR)- They're both for smokescreens

The Last Avatar - Inspired by the Nickelodeon Television Series

J I E
(MIDDLE RING - PARADE ROUTE)

There were about five people that continuously flowed in and out of Jie's line of sight, dusting her skin with various forms of makeup. She'd sat in the very same chair for a previous rehearsal only the day before. As always, they complained about how lifeless her skin had seemed to be, or that stress appeared to be getting the better of her. By the end, the girl would be plucked, shaved, and trimmed to absolute stardom. Her cheeks were painted in heavy rouge, and eyes sprinkled with a layer of coal-colored shadow. In short, she looked horribly overdone, which was the goal. People needed to see her from afar, and now they definitely would. The strong colors would distract from her dim pallor and hallowing cheeks, for which she was thankful.

Near the end of the night, Jie was to be one of the multiple performers celebrating the centennial anniversary of the Great War's conclusion. Before then, she was to parade around in a Satomobile's passenger seat. It was great publicity, and while the girl was mostly recognized in the Upper Ring, not many else knew of her. She was happy, and her agent was as well, considering the serious coin that had been spent for her attendance. There were other much more famous acts, but she was determined to outshine them all.

To counteract the anxiety of such a large performance, Jie had taken an exorbitant amount of Zen, and could hardly sit straight. There were rumors about her misuse, and the girl's agent had done all he could to silence the whispers. Most of the time, she could control herself, but preferred to impress those who could realistically help with her career. Therefore, the only times when she was actually alert were during public appearances. Except for today, and one could hardly blame her for it.

"Jie, you're needed for a rehearsal one more time," someone told her gently, snapping the girl into some sort of awareness. He was mindful of her tendency to space out when on Zen, and she was grateful to have someone watching out. It was a difficult habit to have, and the drug had horrid associations with her old existence. Though the lifeblood of the Lower Ring, it was sporadic to see it in the wealthier neighborhoods, and Jie had wished to dissociate herself from such low class behavior. And yet, there she was, almost completely out of it while being dragged off to the main stage. Jie was ashamed of the person she'd become, and no matter how hard it was, felt a sadistic need to be connected to something from her past.

After a certain amount of hesitation, her eyes focused on the man and his look of concern. It was a disgusting type of pity painted over his face, and one that she'd seen before. "I'm fine Kwan, I'll be as good as new in a couple of hours. Don't be such a downer," Jie whispered into her manager's ear.

"Get up, you're slurring," the man informed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed an arm. The rest of her outfit still needed to be completed, and all Jie wore was the thin dress she'd woken up in. Eventually, she'd made her way to the outdoor stage as hundreds of hands appeared ready to begin their various tests. And just as quickly has Kwan appeared, he had left, tending to some other important facet for the night. She hated acting that way in front of him, or anyone for that matter. But he was some sort of figure in her life, a person who had consistently been a steady presence.

As the cold hit her, Jie began to see the details of where she was while collecting her thoughts. The two had somehow gone from a dressing room to the venue, and she tried to hide the look of surprise about the time lapse. There were people already waiting along the sidewalk, and a few even waved at her in recognition. Her gaze scanned the various hints of what was to come, and she could recognize the bursts of color that trailed along the otherwise typical avenue.

Grabbing her microphone, she smiled and began to recite a familiar tune. Jie owned a strange sort of voice, a deeper timbre that went well with a large band. Unfortunately, as late as she was, most had refused to wait around for another temperamental singer. This was where she shined in any case, and was capable of holding attention by herself. Here, she knew what it felt like to be alive, and could almost feel the Zen rid itself from her system. This, of course, meant that she would need another dose later on. It was a necessary evil to forget, and when she was done, couldn't wait to finally be home for a refill.