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You Can Become a Hero!

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You Can Become a Hero!

About Ishin Academy

Ishin Academy, ranked as the #2 overall hero preparation program in Japan, and continually ranking in the top 10 hero academies in the world is a very different school. Located in the Hokkaido region of Japan, this school is prone to harsh winters, rigorous training exercises and some of the harshest hero instructors; partially due to their rivalry with U.A. High. The demand for excellence, strength, and honor is tantamount to the school, and their motto of To Soar Skyward, shows their demand for their graduates to be among the best of the best. The school is well known for its rigorous, tough as nails approach to hero education, which over the years has scared off many prospective students. The sink or swim mentality is expressed in the workload and the expectations of the students. The most well-known event from Ishin High is the First Year Boot Camp during the winter semester. Students who cannot pass this boot camp are expelled from the school.

The Academy’s dress code is conservative and accommodative of the weather of the Hokkaido region of Japan, with mandatory knee-length blue-gray skirts and stockings in tandem with a simplistic sailor fuku for girls, and blue-gray gakurans and pants for boys. Black penny loafers are the mandatory footwear, though in the winter season it is accented with boots. There is absolutely no allowance of creativity in the dress code. In terms of field exhibitions and training exercises, universal Ishin Academy jumpsuits will be provided. It is not the school’s prerogative to give payouts to superhero development firms so students can design their own outfits as a student may develop their heroic identity on their own time and not with the school’s resources. However, a request form may be filled out for modifications and armament additions to the provided jumpsuits.

The entrance exams start with a written application that had to make merit of hero knowledge, Japanese language accreditation, and a lot of other hero-oriented questions and writing opts. Once this was sufficiently passed you move on to being invited to Sapporo and IA’s testing facility to utilize your quirk before a board examination and then rigorous interviews to make sure your character fits the notion of Ishin Academy.

The Academy is one of the finest schools in Japan for hero development and in terms of the international scale cracks the top twenty. However, due to their presence on an international scale, Ishin defines itself as distinctly Japanese and has no presence overseas. There are no “sister schools” in the United States or Europe that associate with Ishin and the administrative body would like to keep it this way. Students who seek out to apply to Ishin, otherwise known as “Gaijin” are outsiders that have to be vetted extremely to be allowed to apply at all. Not only do foreign students need to have exceptional Japanese, they also need to meet even higher standards than Japanese applicants. It’s unfair, but nobody ever said Ishin was fair.

Most students accepted to Ishin Academy are offered a secure residence on academy grounds in the Sapporo area. As Ishin accepts all manners of Japanese students, and even on some special occasions, foreign visas it can be seen as a special if obtuse move from one’s home and into the cold environment of Ishin. Before the establishment of the dormitories around ten years ago students had no residence options and foreign students needed to get their own living arrangements in nearby Sapporo without the school’s help. The long train rides (as students had to ride the bullet train all the way to Hakodate and switch tracks to Sapporo) are now a thing of the past, though many students still are given a free of charge train pass by the administration so there are no problems visiting family and friends as long as this is done on their time and not the academy’s.

To sum up Ishin is one word and one word alone: Hell.

About the Roleplay

This is a conceptual roleplay set in the My Hero Academia setting within the framework of an alternate universe.

Players will begin with a fresh hero academy student in their journey to Sapporo, Japan, going about their day-to-day lives as they prepare for their career as a pro-hero.

Expectations

Pacing: Activity will be left vague as social obligations such as employment, academics, and so forth take precedent over a shared hobby. But we should try to post with some regularity. Obligations will be reminded if needed, but this is a low stress endeavor so we shouldn't feel the need to make extreme demands regarding this. Just communicate your schedule when there are issues and keep me informed is the bulk of it.

Writing Ability: The writing level I expect is somewhere around medium expectations (high school-level equivalent). This means comprehensive understanding of basic grammar and spelling is expected, characterization is important, narrative is important, and detail behind those are appreciated. I’d like to see a few paragraphs, though if it fits a post that there is enough to respond to and react to within one paragraph than that’s fine, but one-liner’s will definitely be off-base. Keep with the fluidity and enjoy yourself; though quality posts don’t have to be textbooks. Quality over Quantity, yet have fun and make engaging moments of introspection and interaction. With that said, I will not be putting posts under extreme analysis nor will I be inciting a “word count”. So just use your personal judgment of quality and we’ll be awesome.

Etiquette: Rule number zero of my perspective is pretty simple; don’t test my patience or be an irredeemable jerk. Generally, the idea here is a simplified version of any sort of rules since we are all adults and we pretty much know the big rules — follow the host site’s rules, communicate, collaborate, and don’t be antagonistic towards others or at the very least keep the toxicity to a bare minimum. Playful banter and crass jokes are one thing; but actively making somebody feel unwelcome is another one entirely. There is a difference between being blunt and being tactless.

Characterization: Characters should be aged 14 - 15 years of age, exceptions can be made for younger character due to intellect but acceptance of such a character would be narrowed down to one application.

Applying: This time we will be doing invite only since in the past it hasn't really worked out with the traditional application process. Invited Players will post their WIP CS's in the OOC until they approved.

What Are You Listening To?

Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

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@Kuro

I don't want Asu to yell at me!

Pokémon Showdown! [Invite Only]

Interacting With: N/A — Location: Girl's Bathroom

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“Cheer up! Don't let the Snorlax get you down! You... you can do it.”

Lianne Silver sighed as she tried to get herself hyped as she stood in the girl’s bathroom, in front of a mirror… talking to herself.

It felt like ever since the silver-haired seventeen-year-old had gotten herself admitted into MSPA that she had been doomed. She was competitive and fierce! She was always trying her best to be ready for the match-ups and the strategy meetings, but in the end she just wasn’t ever good enough to win anything. For someone who was supposed to be the next great Pokemon trainer and battler in all of Unova, she just wasn’t making strides like she thought she would. How could she pretend she was the best when she didn’t have anything to show for it?

She shook her head, there was no time to worry! “You’re the best! You just don’t know it yet!”

Cold water splashed against her hands and then her face. Her smile hardened. She couldn’t be a failure again. This year, it was going to be different! With that handled, Lianne took a quick check at the time on her phone she reminded herself not to take too much longer in the bathroom and head to Room C-103 to join the others. She shouldn’t be late on such a historic day, after all!

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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Whilst the bigger void monstrosities had been dealt with and the storm had come to a sudden halt, the dance itself was not over.

Tranta spun her spear around as more voidlings made of spiderlings and goblins kept pushing. Perhaps the void knew that it would be a matter of time before the hearth was activated and perhaps they knew it was their final chance to take Uhladein in this moment. It was hard to not respect someone trying to take their moment–to take their dance to the next level. She smiled as she struck a hobgoblin in the chest and proceeded to amplify her magic before the flame split in half on one side and frost froze the other before shattering into tiny shards of ice.

A kickflip over another foe as she spun her spear behind her, slicing off the head of another goblin.

“No time to celebrate! We are not done!”

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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In Trantascilia’s experience, things like tactical awareness and teamwork were a hard sell. Especially to Midnosians.

The Pyromancer-Queen’s hunters were skilled casters and such, but they often were too short-sighted and poorly trained when it came to actual cohesion for fighting the void. She wasn’t sure why, either. Midnos was the second largest nation in the world before the void came and brought about the Aulrithian Empire’s fall. They had one of the largest standing armies and even after the Day of the Eclipse they had a strong population led by tacticians and generals; spymasters and inquisitors. Yet Midnos had yet to create a hunter who had any semblance of battle intelligence. It was often she wondered if it was because they were terrible dancers.

Not like the Masters of Kethiline and Eldanfel. The masters that had taken the time to be patient with the process of creating an embersoul and even more patient in teaching hunters about the void. The masters that had guided Trantascilia to the great voyage that was her purpose; her meaning in life beyond life. The blue-haired woman had already been battle-tested before she embraced endless oblivion and turned into something more than human, into this creature of undeath and eternal agony. She had been a dancer, a princess, and a knight. Midnosian autocrats were not even remotely as tested. After all, there was a rumor that all Midnosian hunters were products of a library or a temple and not of the battlefield. Trantascilia believed it, after all, why shouldn’t she?

It almost–

The void Roc rattled against the blue flames, spinning downward. Tranta’s mind cleared and she remembered that she was in the midst of combat. The idiot hunter with the cannon had distracted her and her eyes squinted before they opened back up in the mist of smoke and ash.

“Ah. The ground.” She remarked as she tightened her grip of her spear before ripping it out of the creature. The voidflesh that covered the Roc had mostly been nearly seared from its body. Nearly. Two hunters had set it ablaze, after all. “Can’t have you growing a second head or more wings. Let’s finish off this dance before we land, yes?”

Her question did not receive an answer from the Roc as the blue-haired hunter smiled with glee as her blue flames reached higher and higher. The Roc, free from some of the void’s hold screamed in pain, but Trantascilia did not relent. She did, however, do her best to steer the creature away from the stronghold and toward the outskirts, just overhead of a particularly ugly ogre who finally melted into ash and cinders itself. Had she been a Midnosian she probably would’ve let it fall into Uhladein and worried about collateral damage later, but Trantascilia unlike others had actual principles to abide by.

As the bird’s bones turned to black ash the blue-haired hunter giggled as she spun into a somersault-flip before landing on her feet.

The rain stopped as her feet hit the ground.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

I think as easy as it was to create my initial sheet, I'm just not feeling writing in a sandbox superhero thing right now so you can consider this, sadly, as me telling you to consider me out of the game for the time being. Hopefully when the muse strikes me in this kind of game y'all are still going, but I can't lie to anyone and say I'm here. You lot have fun.

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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“Void. I hate Midnosians.” Galeil sighed as the hunter barked at the other pyromancers.

If she was so good why didn’t she sit in the tower and make sure she showed all of them how it was done? The arrogance of the sun knew no bounds. The older pyromancer sighed as he eyed out of the arches as the sight of the Queen Roc falling toward the city was apparent as another one of the hunters remained on its back as the voidflesh melted from the bone. Yeah, that was the way to protect everyone! Make sure more of Uhladein was destroyed! What a great plan! On days like this he wasn’t sure what was going to kill him first; the void, or some ill-gotten plan from a hunter.

He wiped his nose as the thought passed him by, looking up at the rain. It was still pounding, but the clouds above seemed to be stirring. The storm would not be for much longer.

“Girl. Maybe, instead of barking at your lessers, you can pour some of your magic into the crystal. Storm’s about to break soon… and we will want the flame up as soon as possible. Unless you forgot that when you turned into... you.”

The ogre roared as the pink-haired Ldranti hunter was tossed aside, the void-corrupted creature’s voice booming through the crowd.

Black, corrupted blood painted the cracked, stone tiles it stood upon as it reverted its attention on the hunters and guardsmen before it. For the magically inclined, the air tasted wrong, like it did when void magic was present–like an arcane rot that permeated with such potentness it made even the smell of rotting flesh seem like that of daisies and tulips. A swirl of black and purple surrounded its arm-hole as more blood drooped from its fangs. It’s head began to jerk and jerk and jerk... until it suddenly and violently snapped in half. More guardsmen screamed in terror. Well, whoever was left and whoever had not run. As a few scrambled back in an attempt to create spacing, void flesh pooled over the limb, forming itself a new arm.

A void arm with four, sharp, dragonfang-like claws. The ogre laughed, but it had no mouth.

Teeth-like spikes jotted out of the split skull.

It charged forward, trying to grab the first thing it possibly could with its new claw. It did not pay any mind to its fellow void that was tumbling through the skies above.

Where It Always Rains

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April 7th, Year 1

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“So you’re one of those girls.”

Akari had heard it before, though admittedly in less of a… perky way. After all, for some girls the only way to get out of this crappy town was to get married to someone who was from Tokyo or Kyoto, or anywhere that wasn’t a dead end like Utsubyo was. Akari didn’t have those kinds of interests. If she was being honest, relationships were as much of a dead end and they certainly weren’t worth her time. Her dad hadn’t exactly lived up to a great father, so Akari didn’t think much of relationships. Had her mother not been so devoted to him, maybe she wouldn’t be halfway in a bottle every night?

It was a thought she thought about often, but now was not the time.

She shook her head, “I don’t know. Sounds so one dimensional to me. If I am going to get out of here its because I did it myself, not because I married some big shot.”