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Stand Proud - Pleasant Valley Sunday

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Stand Proud - Pleasant Valley Sunday

J.D.

Stand User
Name: Jeffery Derringer Glenn (goes by J.D.)
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Brief description of appearance: Of toned and somewhat muscular build, J.D. wouldn't look out of place in a pose off. Being black, his skin is dark, his black hair very short, and his eyes brown. Said eyes are usually underneath a pair of corrective lenses, though he likes to attach a set of shaded lens that he can flip up. His wide smile has a noticeable gap in his front teeth. He typically likes to wear a white and blue cap at an angle with a wing motif, along with a flight jacket over a shirt and a peace sign necklace, and either shorts or jeans based on the weather.

Personality summary: Like the wind, J.D. is wild and uncontrollable. He's one to like a good time, no matter who objects. While his pace is fast as he bounces around, he's not one to be committed, taking suggestions well for the most part. He doesn't like being tied down however, and if placed in a such a position he gets irritable. He is generally quick to anger but quick to forgive as well.

Short biography: Native to Pleasant Valley, the J.D. of ten years ago would have found the name ironic. He never knew his father, and while his mother was able to care for him, she eventually put him up for foster care and vanished to parts unknown. At age four, he had known little of a true home life before being taken in by his foster parents, whom were not the kindest. He was fed and schooled, but when not doing homework, he was generally expected to do chores, under threat of being made to leave. Out of fear, he put up with it, but as he grew, he realized his situation was abnormal, and at age eleven, ran away.

The next week would be just as miserable, perhaps more so, but his runaway life did not last long. While he did manage to keep away from authorities, he soon found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. While rifling through the trash near a closed restaurant, a body stumbled through the door before falling to the ground, an arrow sticking out. As the assailant followed, J.D. ran, frightened for his life, but the assailant retrieved the arrow and loosed it once more, piercing J.D.'s neck.

He awoke in the hospital some time later, miraculously alive, and with a new wind under his wings. This would mark a turn in his fortunes, where as he tells it, he got a windfall when his mother died, passing off a bit of cash to him, which he invested into stocks, lucking out and getting enough to live comfortably.

But recently, a threat cropped up that might interrupt his life of comfort...

Dark Secret: [REDACTED]
Other Named from J.D. Souther and Glenn Frey

Stand
Name: Birds of a Feather

Description of Appearance: Birds of a Feather is a rather unorthodox Stand, and as such doesn't have a typical appearance. Its true form would be that of a large hawk with a blue tint to its normal brown and black coloration. It initially manifests as feathers on J.D.'s person, which he requires for his abilities.

Power: Centered around the feathers he can form on his person, Birds of a Feather is an ability of conjuration. By touching something with the point, the feather attaches as if it were naturally part of the object, and transforms into either one or two wings. It doesn't need a lot of force: J.D. can achieve the same effect by throwing a feather as long as it strikes with the point, something he's practiced, though it might be more or less difficult based on conditions such as wind speed or distance from the target.

Once a feather is attached, he has a limited amount of control: not only can he manipulate the movements of the wings, but he can grow other attachments like beaks or talons, also under his control. For example, he can stick a feather in a foe's jacket, and they will find themselves being clawed and pecked from the underside. A feather in the side of their head can mean they will find their head bobbing as wings flap wildly. However, he can't control what he sticks directly: a jacket is still an inanimate object, and a cranium is still controlled by that person's nervous system.

He can't create an infinite amount, however: one feather means one pair of wings, one pair of talons, and one beak. If he jabs in multiple feathers, however, he can make more copies. There are some other limitations as well: he can only grow wings from where he jabbed the feather, though other parts can be anywhere regardless of how much sense it makes (i.e. two talons could be right next to each other, evenly spaced, or on opposite sides). Outside of his fairly notable range, his feathers only last a few minutes, and will only scratch, peck, or flap wildly independent of his control. If someone else gets one of his feathers and jabs it into something, it merely moves on its own for a few minutes unless J.D. becomes aware of it, after which he can control it normally. Feathers from the wings are normal, being different from the feathers he himself produces. The wings are also only slightly stronger than a regular bird's: even if he attaches a hundred feathers to a car it still isn't going to fly, even he could control them all so perfectly.

Stats:

Destructive Power: C (the claws and talons can do some work, but they're more effective against flesh than a Stand)
Speed: B
Range: A
Durability: C (Not much tougher than a bird, but J.D. only takes damage if the feather itself is damaged: one feather is like one of his fingers or toes)
Precision: B

Hope the Stand isn't too weird for you. :B

A JoJo's-Bizarre-Adventure-'em-up: Stand Proud - Pleasant Valley Sunday.

Color me interested!

Shaman King - Pacifista and Hillan

"The runt can leave: my problem's with the geezer. People with actual legs have the right of way, idiot," Itsurou insisted.

Pulling further out of the tablet, wispy lower torso vanishing into the pocket while his arms became free," Rong waved, "Hold on, we're talking here." Itsurou clicked his tongue, but went silent.

Pinky picking at his nose, Rong began, "Well, most of the dead just rot, till they got nothing left to rot. Cemeteries are always livelier than you think, there're some hauntings...this town's pretty big, but what everyone's gearing up for now is...well, you know, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't be so far from home, right?"

Pokemon? Pokemon. Pokemon!

So, I was looking to start up a 1x1! Can you guess what setting I might be interested in? ;o

Well, first, a little about me! I generally post at least once every one-two days, though usually bit more. It highly depends on my work schedule. I'm not unwilling to do romance, but I only care for it as a subplot with a M/F pairing, though I'll play either gender. I definitely do NOT do sex scenes. I write in past tense and third person, and expect the same from you. I can generally post at least once a day, work permitting, but the more we talk about the story, the easier it will be for us to post! In regards to post length and the like, it varies based on scene (dialogue posts would be shorter, for instance), but as long as you feel confident that you can post at least 2/3 paragraphs a post, then we'll be fine. Though collabs are also options for quick back and forths. I don't really want to go offsite, like chat or such, but I'm alright with either threads or PMs.

So, about the game itself: I was hoping for a typical Pokemon Journey! Trainers, their Pokemon, and a long walk across the region. I'm open to ideas on the specifics, but I have a few ideas myself.

Firstly, I was thinking we go through an original region. While I have no specific ideas at the moment, the idea is that we'd build it up as we go along. Name drop a town here and end up there later down the line! Add some landmarks, an antagonistic team, and we'd be set!

I'm familiar with Pokemon from all generations so I'd rather not have any limits there. More tools!

One possible idea to work with to give more character interaction is rather simple: more characters! Instead of one trainer each, we could have two! We'd each have one character interested in Pokemon Battles and the League challenge, and another more interested in something else, like Contests. If you have any other suggestions, that's fine too! I'm also perfectly fine with one character each.

While battles in the games serve their purpose, I've been reading Pokemon Special and I rather like how they handle it. While your Gym battles, casual fights, and other matches play out like duels (not unlike the ones you're used to from the games and anime), when guys like Team Rocket are involved or things are otherwise more serious, rules get thrown out the window. Multiple Pokemon being used, disabling the opposing trainer, tons of trickery: it'd be a great way to push our characters out of their comfort zone and force them to adapt!

I'm only interested in starting one game, but go ahead and post here or message me if you're interested! Aside from your interest, what I need most is what kind of character(s) you wish to play, so we can begin to plot things!

Shaman King - Pacifista and Hillan

Itsurou leaned over the ghost's friend, grumbling, "I wasn't talking to you, shrimp, I was talking to beardy there." Jabbing a finger at the foreign spirit, there was a squeal of discontent. Itsurou blinked, before bending to the side, getting a look around the ghost, seeing a confused looking local man in a suit with some facial hair.

Letting out a sigh, Itsurou growled, "Buzz off I wasn't talking about you either." The man seemed off put, but as Itsurou stood straight again, the will to argue back fled, and he stepped off with a grumble.

Head and upper torso slipping out of his tablet, the scruff looking Rong looked over the spirit Shaman pair as the crowd refused to disperse. Waving his hand, some tattoo poking out from under his sleeve, Itsurou cried, "All of ya, keep moving!"

As feet shuffled, Rong noted, "Six centuries huh?" Cracking a smile, he laughed, "Geezer."

"You're both dead..." Itsurou grumbled.

Shaman King - Pacifista and Hillan

Bumming through the rambunctious streets of downtown Tokyo, Itsurou parted through pedestrians as he walked.

Scruffy head poking from his pocket, Rong wondered, "So, you take that mirror for a reason?"

Itsurou blinked, before looking at the pilfered object in his hand. Tossing it in the air and catching it, he shrugged, "Dunno." Passing by an alleyway, he chucked it aside, where it landed and shattered.

"You're a dumbass," Rong laughed as he retreated back into his Tablet.

Shambling along, trying to figure out what he wanted, Itsurou dodged out of the way as he almost walked into a foreign man without legs Gritting his teeth, he spat, "Hey, I'm walking here!"

Shaman King - Pacifista and Hillan

"I'm telling you, it's haunted!"

Clicking his tongue, a yakuza type in a white suit, his head shaved, balked, "You're nuts."

A shorter, elderly man with small spectacles and a belly sash insisted, "Really!"

Sifting through the cobwebs in the restaurant attic with an extended switchblade, a younger man in a black suit with a gold tie over a white and blue striped shirt, tattoos peeking out of his cuffs, shaking his head, stating, "Nothing yet."

"Well of course he's not going to find anything, it's a ghost!"

"Then how do you know there's a ghost, shit for brains?" yelled the white suited thug.

"He doesn't", whispered a scruffy, unshaven man with a black suit and white tie, emblazoned with a spider over a red shirt. Said man also lacked a lower torso, a wisp floating over to the younger yakuza thug's pocket, his presence not being acknowledged by the white suited yakuza thug or the old man.

Running a hand down his slicked back dark hair, a small streak of gray running through, Yamaguchi Itsurou muttered, "I figured that out myself." Staring, the old man looked around, but the other thug just shrugged, a bit used to it

Using the butt of his knife to adjust his frame-less sunglasses, Itsurou confirmed, "There's nothing spiritual here."

Disgruntled, the old man stomped his foot on the ground thrice, crying through his tantrum, "Why should I believe you!? You just want your stupid protection money!"

The shaved thug, insisted, "We've gone along with your game, so shut up and pay!"

"He can't, obviou-" Itsurou began, before he was interuppted by the faint sound of a cruel cackle. Turning, Itsurou saw as the curtain over the lone window in the attic rustled, though all openings in the room were sealed.

The scruffy spirit, Rong Lu-Shun, burst into laughter. "What the hell was that!? Who is that supposed to fool!? Ahahahaha!"

Shuddering, the old man muttered, "I told you..."

Stepping over to the window, Itsurou raised his hand to the curtain, before whipping it over to a nearby box, ripping it open and turning over, a silent hairdryer, clearly modified, fell out, clattering against the attic floor. Stooping down, Itsurou gently followed the cord, before reaching an opening in the floor. Yanking it suddenly, he heard a faint cry of surprise from below. Itsurou stood, scoffing, "What, no mist makers or spooky decorations? I'll bet your little tantrum there was a signal to your cute granddaughter to star something. Bet there's a stereo with a tape of recorded laughter too."

Reaching a hand out, the white suited thug grabbed the old man by the collar, slamming into the wall, snarling, "You're trying to fuck with us!? I'll have her sold overseas!"

As the old man gasped in horror, Itsurou sighed, "Nah, not yet." Snapping up an old looking mirror from the top of one box, Itsurou said, "Just grab something you like and give him an extension."

"Th-that was my mother's! It's goes back to the Sengoku Dynasty!"

"Nah, you're full of shit," Itsurou said, waving his finger, Rong floating over and swoocing into the Memorial Tablet in his suit pocket. "Saburou, hurry and grab something, I'm hungry."

Saburou snarled, "Excuse me!? I'm your superior! Don't you call me...fine!" Looking through one of the boxes, he stomped a smaller one into the ground, snorting, "Weirdo."

One he'd collected something (and smashed another box or two), Itsurou made to follow him out, warning the old man, "You have three days."

Bowing bitterly, he muttered, "Y-yes sir..."

Stepping through the nearly vacant restaurant, Itsurou and Saburou stepped onto the streets of Tokyo. Itsurou sighed, "Well, that was a waste of time. Usually is. You gonna come with me or what?"

"So you can bum cash off me? Forget it. I've got some important work to do instead of this joke." Snorting, Saburou shuffled off, clearly muttering, "'Yakuza Shaman' my ass..."

Going his own way, Itsurou mumbled, "Ain't exactly glorious work..."

One Piece: Rotten Marauders and Sterling Sailors

Face a bit incredulous, Pen muttered, "Maybe not attack, hmm..."

Leaning in, he began in hushed tones, "They said 'When the ants reach, the bird's shell shall fall' and now they're going on about where they're going to go after. Back to the message though: 'Birds' and 'gulls' are Marines. 'Shell' is definitely base, fortress, something in that vein. But where, and what are 'ants'?"

Leaning back, Pen continued to think, ear hovering by the conversation. Grabbing his fork, he took another bite and...maybe it was because the salmon was brain food, restarting gears long since unturned, but Pen whispered, "Wait...if they never mentioned where then...I think it's going to be here. You know what kind of boats are coming in today?"

Looking over the large man again, Pen shook his head, "Nah, you wouldn't know." Caressing his forehead, Pen admitted, "The brass doesn't like us getting info from down here...not that many know how. Usually I 'accidentally' end up near where something's going down if I can but...shit, not sure what to do here."

Leaning back in his seat, arms folded behind his head, he sighed, "Maybe it's best not to bother..."

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Whew, there's a post alright! Hope you guys like it.

Anyway, I would describe that as a 'low challenge' fight for Claribel. She barely took any damage, but it still gave her some pause. I was planning to give everyone a low challenge fight but you guys are doing your thing and I like it so go for it! @Crimson Lion @Tendo

Also, Hillan's back, so at some point I'm going to be working with him to try and get a Chester post up. But since he's back and I didn't hear a word from Aldridge during Hillan's whole vacation, I'm afraid I'm going to have to officially drop Aldridge. >:

I'll work at getting another fifth player in the near future, but their character won't be showing up until the next Act, which means the current one will be wrapping up with Alex and Vice in one group and Chester and Claribel in the other!