Although I think it would be best to play their inital meeting out ICly, since the opening club meeting of the rp will be Nyxia's first (and thus first time meeting any of the other members, save for Wendil's girl).
@Ponn Great to have you back! As much as I mess the eldritch tentacle gentlemen I hope to get comfy with the only magical girl who can use “Killer Queen” as their theme song…actually she’d be the second since we have a Chess Magical Girl, but she’s not dynamite with a laser beam.
Thanks!
Olivia and Xolys are both way too nice to be in an RP like this, but I am using alternate verions of them in another RP- roleplayerguild.com/posts/5460840
That said, I'm really looking forward to Nyxia and Earthshaker's interactions.
@TheWendil I'm fine with having her be recruited in her first or second IC post, although I'm curious to see how the club will explain her presence, since she doesn't go to the school, and would attend meetings transformed (as she's too sickly/timid to do otherwise).
• Title: Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow
• Age: 18
• Emblem: A pendant shaped like a small retro ray gun. It hangs from a necklace kept hidden under her clothes.
• Devil Arm: After transforming, Norika’s innocuous pendant becomes The Omega Obliterator, an enormous technomantic energy cannon.
• Magic: Death Rays! Not only is Nyxia’s weapon a death ray, but she can also shoot them from her hands, her eyes, and even her mouth. In addition, she can pump magic into The Omega Obliterator to supercharge it with extra power (causing it to grow larger and even sprout additional barrels), as well as conjure a pair of hovering, ray gun equipped drones to provide additional firepower or point defense as needed.
• Background: Born into the wealthy and prestigious Tsukishima family alongside her twin brother, Kaito, it soon became clear that Norika was his complete opposite in every respect. Where Kaito was brave and confident, Norika was timid, her self esteem virtually nonexistent. Where he was skilled, she seemed to fail at everything. And where he was healthy and strong, she was sickly and weak, to the point of being almost constantly bedridden for most of her young life. That said, she loved her brother dearly and never cursed his good fortune.
For his part, Kaito was equally caring towards Norika, showing her the affection their parents refused to give to such an “utter disgrace of a child”, and using the gifts they lavished upon him for her benefit, rather than his own. He would play video games with her, read her stories, and even gift her with a VR headset so that she could experience what it felt like to play outside under a sunny sky. Truly, he was the sole bright spot in Norika’s otherwise bleak and hopeless life.
Alas, even this fragile beacon would all-too-quickly be snuffed out…
On their eighteenth birthday, Kaito reluctantly informed Norika that their parents had decided that he would study abroad after graduation, at a prominent foreign university. He would only be able to see her a handful of times each year, but, even so, he promised that their bond would never falter. Even as he spoke these words, he presented his tearful sister with a small toy ray gun, explaining that it would grant her courage and strength, even if he couldn’t be present to provide those things for her himself. It was by far the most cherished gift he had ever given her, and it greatly helped to mend her breaking heart. However, nothing could withstand the soul-destroying horror that came only a week later, when she learned that Kaito had died in a car crash on the way to the airport.
Her grief was so strong, it felt as though she were being suffocated by it, as if it were a palpable force that was literally choking the life out of her. That night, while she was crying in bed, the nebulous force fully revealed itself. It was a nightmarish horror, which seemed to rise up from the floor, a writhing mass of slimy tendrils and segmented limbs with the head of a demonic mosquito. At first Norika was frozen in fear, but then she realized that the monster was frozen as well, and that a strange cat with a tv for a head was now sitting in front of her on the bed. It spoke not a word, but its flickering screen showed exactly what this monster had done the night before, exactly whose head had been impaled upon its spiked proboscis, and upon seeing this, Norika’s fear turned to blazing, glowing, incandescent rage…
In that, the darkest moment of her life, even darker power surged into her, remaking timid, weak Norika into someone altogether more terrifying. In a blast of dark radiance, Norika was reborn, her toy ray gun now a weapon of horrible potency, and she wasted no time in making use of it. Giving voice to a scream of anguished fury, the transformed Norika annihilated her monstrous visitor, the ruinous energies of her death ray violently rending the nightmarish creature asunder.
Although she passed out shortly afterwards, Norika knew that what had occurred the night before had been no mere dream. There may have been no trace of the tv-headed cat or the monster’s myriad goopy remains, but the fact that her toy ray gun had now become a small, slightly glowing pendant was all the proof she needed. She knew what had really happened to her brother, she knew what horrors haunted the night, but most importantly, she knew she now had the power to kill them. To kill ALL of them…
Each subsequent night, she would transform into her psychotic alter-ego and kill as many Miseria as she possibly could. Already enjoying a euphoric high from her nightly slaughters, she soon discovered that each Miseria killed also increased her own power, making her even better at cleansing the streets of them. And then she had a twisted epiphany. If she could become powerful enough, her death rays could do more than tear though Miseria and mundane objects. They could tear trough the very fabric of reality, letting her travel back in time to the night of her brother’s death. They could let her save him! With this deranged video game-inspired goal at the forefront of her mind, Norika, or rather, Nyxia, has made it a personal vow to kill as many Miseria as it takes to achieve it, and pity anyone who dares to stand in her way…
• Sample Post:
In the otherwise silent depths of the night, the sound of muffled sobs filled the opulent bedroom, their source barely visible as a small, shuddering lump underneath the covers, dimly illuminated by the star-shaped nightlight in the corner of the otherwise shadowy chamber. This had been by far the worst day of Norika’s life, and as the night’s darkness threatened to smother her frail body, so too did an even more profound darkness threaten to smother her heart. “K-Kaito… K-Kaito…” she whimpered as she clung to her ray gun with all her meager strength.
It was an incredibly juvenile thing for a young woman of eighteen years to be doing, objectively speaking, yet Norika had always been meek and childish, something not helped by the scrawny, almost emaciated appearance of her illness-ravaged body. Yet, Norika didn’t care. This “toy” was a precious gift from the one person to ever treat her with kindness, and now that he was gone, it was all she had left of him. He had said it would give her strength, and she desperately wanted to believe his words. How often had they practiced using the gun to banish fears and unhappy thoughts. “Pew pew!” she would voice as she pretended to shoot those phantasmal foes, taking courage from the “weapon” her brother had promised would protect her just as well as he had. She tried to do that now, but the words wouldn’t come. Only tears. In the depths of her broken heart, Norika knew the truth. She was utterly, completely powerless and utterly, completely alone.
Yet, as she would soon discover, neither of those things were true…
The sudden flickering of her nightlight was Norika’s first indication that something wasn’t quite right. Peeking out from under her covers, the timid girl gave voice to a frightened gasp as she watched the shadows swirl and coalesce into the menacing form of a nightmarish monstrosity, a chittering, writhing mass of viscus tendrils and segmented, insectoid limbs, all tipped by wickedly curving spines. Eyes wide as she shuddered with indescribable terror, Norika instinctively whipped out her ray gun and pointed it at the monstrous horror’s mosquito-like head. “P-P-Pew, p-p-pew…” she whimpered in a barely-audible voice as she ineffectually squeezed the trigger. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks and her weak heart pounded like a jackhammer, threatening to completely give out at any moment. Yet, even so, she noticed that while her “weapon” might not have managed to harm the monster, the creature had stopped moving forward. In fact, it had completely frozen in place.
A moment later, the terrified girl realized that a cat had sat itself down on her bed. A cat with a static-filled tv screen for a head. Even as Norika’s eyes were drawn to that flickering screen, the static faded, only to be replaced by a scene even more nightmarish than the one she currently found herself in. It showed her brother’s limousine being attacked by the very creature now frozen before her bed. It showed her brother being violently pulled out of the mangled wreckage. It showed the creature’s spiked proboscis extending. It showed…
Norika screamed. It was a scream of anguish, a scream of horror, but also, far more than anything else, it was a scream of rage. In that instant, Norika’s heart shattered completely, only to be reforged an instant later by a dark power of unimaginable potency. Glowing, sickly energy surged from deep within her, remaking the fearful and fragile girl into something, into someone, far stronger and far more terrifying… Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow emerged from the pitiful remains of Norika Tsukishima to utterly annihilate the wretched thing that had dared to kill her beloved brother. The ruinous beam disgorged by her massively enlarged ray gun utterly rent the hapless monster asunder, splattering its smoldering remains all across the once-immaculate chamber.
Her mouth spread wide in a sadistic grin as she gleefully took note of her accomplishment and reveled in the gleeful euphoria it filled her with, Nyxia tossed her head back and unleashed a deafening peal of psychotic laughter.
“YES!!!” she cried in deranged delight. “DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKING SHIT STAIN!!!” she screamed as she fired at the creature’s remains again and again. “DIE, DIE, DIE!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”
Collapsing back onto her bed in utter exhaustion, Nyxia hugged her enormous energy cannon tight to her heaving chest.
“T-Thank you, baby,” she whispered, before giving the weapon an affectionate kiss. “Y-you really did protect mommy, didn’t you…” she murmured, before slipping off into a deep and contented slumber.
It might have been the worst day of her young life, but it was also unquestionably the best night.
• Other: Due to a combination of her poor health and her family’s vast wealth, Norika was home schooled (when she was even healthy enough to attend lessons), and so is not currently a member of Hibusa High’s Detention Club.
Ideally she'll join early during the first arc, you'll likely see why but it's cool to have her not be a member to start! The detention club will probably go out of their way to recruit magical girls anyway so then will be the best chance.
And yeah, I figured she was just filled with so many negative emotions that her soul was corrupted instantly, works for me!
@TheWendil I wasn't planning on having her go out of her way to antagonize the other DMGs, and I'd be open to having her join the club eventually as well.
Also, yeah, that was what I was going with, as far as "instant corruption" was concerned. The experience with that first Miseria was so soul-destroying that she turned dark pretty much immediately.
• Title: Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow
• Age: 18
• Emblem: A pendant shaped like a small retro ray gun. It hangs from a necklace kept hidden under her clothes.
• Devil Arm: After transforming, Norika’s innocuous pendant becomes The Omega Obliterator, an enormous technomantic energy cannon.
• Magic: Death Rays! Not only is Nyxia’s weapon a death ray, but she can also shoot them from her hands, her eyes, and even her mouth. In addition, she can pump magic into The Omega Obliterator to supercharge it with extra power (causing it to grow larger and even sprout additional barrels), as well as conjure a pair of hovering, ray gun equipped drones to provide additional firepower or point defense as needed.
• Background: Born into the wealthy and prestigious Tsukishima family alongside her twin brother, Kaito, it soon became clear that Norika was his complete opposite in every respect. Where Kaito was brave and confident, Norika was timid, her self esteem virtually nonexistent. Where he was skilled, she seemed to fail at everything. And where he was healthy and strong, she was sickly and weak, to the point of being almost constantly bedridden for most of her young life. That said, she loved her brother dearly and never cursed his good fortune.
For his part, Kaito was equally caring towards Norika, showing her the affection their parents refused to give to such an “utter disgrace of a child”, and using the gifts they lavished upon him for her benefit, rather than his own. He would play video games with her, read her stories, and even gift her with a VR headset so that she could experience what it felt like to play outside under a sunny sky. Truly, he was the sole bright spot in Norika’s otherwise bleak and hopeless life.
Alas, even this fragile beacon would all-too-quickly be snuffed out…
On their eighteenth birthday, Kaito reluctantly informed Norika that their parents had decided that he would study abroad after graduation, at a prominent foreign university. He would only be able to see her a handful of times each year, but, even so, he promised that their bond would never falter. Even as he spoke these words, he presented his tearful sister with a small toy ray gun, explaining that it would grant her courage and strength, even if he couldn’t be present to provide those things for her himself. It was by far the most cherished gift he had ever given her, and it greatly helped to mend her breaking heart. However, nothing could withstand the soul-destroying horror that came only a week later, when she learned that Kaito had died in a car crash on the way to the airport.
Her grief was so strong, it felt as though she were being suffocated by it, as if it were a palpable force that was literally choking the life out of her. That night, while she was crying in bed, the nebulous force fully revealed itself. It was a nightmarish horror, which seemed to rise up from the floor, a writhing mass of slimy tendrils and segmented limbs with the head of a demonic mosquito. At first Norika was frozen in fear, but then she realized that the monster was frozen as well, and that a strange cat with a tv for a head was now sitting in front of her on the bed. It spoke not a word, but its flickering screen showed exactly what this monster had done the night before, exactly whose head had been impaled upon its spiked proboscis, and upon seeing this, Norika’s fear turned to blazing, glowing, incandescent rage…
In that, the darkest moment of her life, even darker power surged into her, remaking timid, weak Norika into someone altogether more terrifying. In a blast of dark radiance, Norika was reborn, her toy ray gun now a weapon of horrible potency, and she wasted no time in making use of it. Giving voice to a scream of anguished fury, the transformed Norika annihilated her monstrous visitor, the ruinous energies of her death ray violently rending the nightmarish creature asunder.
Although she passed out shortly afterwards, Norika knew that what had occurred the night before had been no mere dream. There may have been no trace of the tv-headed cat or the monster’s myriad goopy remains, but the fact that her toy ray gun had now become a small, slightly glowing pendant was all the proof she needed. She knew what had really happened to her brother, she knew what horrors haunted the night, but most importantly, she knew she now had the power to kill them. To kill ALL of them…
Each subsequent night, she would transform into her psychotic alter-ego and kill as many Miseria as she possibly could. Already enjoying a euphoric high from her nightly slaughters, she soon discovered that each Miseria killed also increased her own power, making her even better at cleansing the streets of them. And then she had a twisted epiphany. If she could become powerful enough, her death rays could do more than tear though Miseria and mundane objects. They could tear trough the very fabric of reality, letting her travel back in time to the night of her brother’s death. They could let her save him! With this deranged video game-inspired goal at the forefront of her mind, Norika, or rather, Nyxia, has made it a personal vow to kill as many Miseria as it takes to achieve it, and pity anyone who dares to stand in her way…
• Sample Post:
In the otherwise silent depths of the night, the sound of muffled sobs filled the opulent bedroom, their source barely visible as a small, shuddering lump underneath the covers, dimly illuminated by the star-shaped nightlight in the corner of the otherwise shadowy chamber. This had been by far the worst day of Norika’s life, and as the night’s darkness threatened to smother her frail body, so too did an even more profound darkness threaten to smother her heart. “K-Kaito… K-Kaito…” she whimpered as she clung to her ray gun with all her meager strength.
It was an incredibly juvenile thing for a young woman of eighteen years to be doing, objectively speaking, yet Norika had always been meek and childish, something not helped by the scrawny, almost emaciated appearance of her illness-ravaged body. Yet, Norika didn’t care. This “toy” was a precious gift from the one person to ever treat her with kindness, and now that he was gone, it was all she had left of him. He had said it would give her strength, and she desperately wanted to believe his words. How often had they practiced using the gun to banish fears and unhappy thoughts. “Pew pew!” she would voice as she pretended to shoot those phantasmal foes, taking courage from the “weapon” her brother had promised would protect her just as well as he had. She tried to do that now, but the words wouldn’t come. Only tears. In the depths of her broken heart, Norika knew the truth. She was utterly, completely powerless and utterly, completely alone.
Yet, as she would soon discover, neither of those things were true…
The sudden flickering of her nightlight was Norika’s first indication that something wasn’t quite right. Peeking out from under her covers, the timid girl gave voice to a frightened gasp as she watched the shadows swirl and coalesce into the menacing form of a nightmarish monstrosity, a chittering, writhing mass of viscus tendrils and segmented, insectoid limbs, all tipped by wickedly curving spines. Eyes wide as she shuddered with indescribable terror, Norika instinctively whipped out her ray gun and pointed it at the monstrous horror’s mosquito-like head. “P-P-Pew, p-p-pew…” she whimpered in a barely-audible voice as she ineffectually squeezed the trigger. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks and her weak heart pounded like a jackhammer, threatening to completely give out at any moment. Yet, even so, she noticed that while her “weapon” might not have managed to harm the monster, the creature had stopped moving forward. In fact, it had completely frozen in place.
A moment later, the terrified girl realized that a cat had sat itself down on her bed. A cat with a static-filled tv screen for a head. Even as Norika’s eyes were drawn to that flickering screen, the static faded, only to be replaced by a scene even more nightmarish than the one she currently found herself in. It showed her brother’s limousine being attacked by the very creature now frozen before her bed. It showed her brother being violently pulled out of the mangled wreckage. It showed the creature’s spiked proboscis extending. It showed…
Norika screamed. It was a scream of anguish, a scream of horror, but also, far more than anything else, it was a scream of rage. In that instant, Norika’s heart shattered completely, only to be reforged an instant later by a dark power of unimaginable potency. Glowing, sickly energy surged from deep within her, remaking the fearful and fragile girl into something, into someone, far stronger and far more terrifying… Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow emerged from the pitiful remains of Norika Tsukishima to utterly annihilate the wretched thing that had dared to kill her beloved brother. The ruinous beam disgorged by her massively enlarged ray gun utterly rent the hapless monster asunder, splattering its smoldering remains all across the once-immaculate chamber.
Her mouth spread wide in a sadistic grin as she gleefully took note of her accomplishment and reveled in the gleeful euphoria it filled her with, Nyxia tossed her head back and unleashed a deafening peal of psychotic laughter.
“YES!!!” she cried in deranged delight. “DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKING SHIT STAIN!!!” she screamed as she fired at the creature’s remains again and again. “DIE, DIE, DIE!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”
Collapsing back onto her bed in utter exhaustion, Nyxia hugged her enormous energy cannon tight to her heaving chest.
“T-Thank you, baby,” she whispered, before giving the weapon an affectionate kiss. “Y-you really did protect mommy, didn’t you…” she murmured, before slipping off into a deep and contented slumber.
It might have been the worst day of her young life, but it was also unquestionably the best night.
• Other: Due to a combination of her poor health and her family’s vast wealth, Norika was home schooled (when she was even healthy enough to attend lessons), and so is not currently a member of Hibusa High’s Detention Club.
Aiko prefers to dress in a modest and traditional (or as her students say, “old fashioned”) manner. She doesn’t actually need her glasses, but likes to wear them because she thinks they give her a more professional appearance.
Subject: Music
Personality: Aiko is a demure and soft spoken young woman who is always quick to offer a kind word of encouragement, or piece of helpful advice. Serene and gentle, most students believe Miss Misugi doesn’t have a single mean bone in her body. Polite in the extreme, she never yells, and rarely even raises her voice, content to speak in the warm and tranquil tone that has become her trademark. Ironically, her calm demeanor seems to sooth her students to such a degree, that any disruptions that might warrant a harsher, more forceful approach never even occur in the first place.
Bio: The youngest child of a family of musicians, it seemed only natural that Aiko would take up an instrument of her own. However, the Misugis were also a highly traditional family, and all modern musical genres and instruments were heavily frowned upon. If Aiko was to play, it would be a proper instrument, used to create proper music. For her part, Aiko seemed to accept this, and her natural talent for the violin won her the praise of her teachers and family. She was always the perfect student, the perfect daughter, getting good grades and dutifully obeying her parents’ every wish. But Aiko had a secret…
In her final year of high school, she had met Kuroko, a new transfer student. Brash, loud, crude, and carefree, she was everything Aiko was not, yet, somehow, the two became fast friends. They took care to keep that friendship hidden, of course, since both were well aware of what would happen if Aiko’s parents ever found out about the company she was keeping. It was certainly a bit of a challenge, but Aiko soon came to find the subterfuge oddly exciting. She would tell her parents she was studying at the library, or doing some other innocuous thing, when, in reality, she was hanging out with Kuroko and her friends. Sometimes, if it was too late for those excuses to be feasible, she would even straight up sneak out. After she’d been fully disguised by a new outfit, make up, and even a wig, Aiko would tag along as they went to arcades, karaoke lounges, and sometimes even clubs. Thanks to Kuroko’s fake IDs, they could get into all sorts of places. It all provided her with a freedom she had never imagined, and she found herself loving every minute of it.
This double life would reach its crescendo when Kuroko decided to form a band. Because Aiko had the most amazing voice out of the group, she would be the lead singer, a prospect that was initially frightening, but soon became exhilarating. Although she had performed on stage before, those had been formal, refined affairs. Now, instead of a reserved and stoic audience, she stood before riotous, deafening crowds. Instead of a violin played with precision and grace, she now shredded an electric guitar with wild abandon. And instead of remaining silent and demure, she belted out harsh lyrics at the top of her lungs. Being able to become a completely different version of herself, the real version of herself, was immensely liberating for Aiko, but, sadly, it was not to last.
Kuroko had always lived her life without a single care for the consequences of her actions, taking insane risks without batting an eye, and, just before graduation, the inevitable occurred. One of her rivals had challenged her to a motorcycle race on a rain-lashed mountain road, and although Aiko had begged her not to go through with it, Kuroko had been insistent. She knew it was dangerous, but if she backed out, she would never be able to live with herself. She had sworn a long time ago to meet every challenge head on, and this one would be no exception. Tears filled Aiko’s eyes as she watched Kuroko ride off into the rainy night, already knowing in her heart that it would be the last time she would see her friend alive.
Kuroko’s death brought with it the death of Aiko’s secret life. At university, she closed herself off to her true passions, putting on the tranquil facade of the perfect young lady she had grown so accustomed to. What was the point of pursuing what she loved, when such things only reminded her that Kuroko was gone? No, instead she would devote herself entirely to being the daughter her parents wanted, only pursuing music of a serene and elegant nature, not only to appease her family, but also in the hopes that it might wash away her past self and the agonizing pain that went with it. For the most part, she has been successful in this. Having gone into education as a music teacher, Aiko does her best to impart a love of the more soothing and harmonious aspects of music to her students, yet, deep within her heart there still remains a desire to encourage them to be true to themselves, even if she is unable to do the same for herself.
Other: Her old double life remains a closely guarded secret, with none save her former friends/bandmates having any knowledge of who she used to be. That said, she still has an irrational fear of one of them potentially spilling the beans about it, and the fact that she severed all ties with them in the wake of Kuroko’s death hasn’t helped matters.
The Magical
Transformed Appearance:
Weapon: A jagged-edged electric guitar, which serves as the instrument (pun intended) via which most of her magic is cast. Several sharp spikes, and even twin razorblades, can also magically extend from it, turning it into an ax in a very literal sense.
Magic: Aiko’s magic is based on the rock music (a mix of punk and metal) that she used to play in Kuroko’s band.
Epic Shredding- Aiko goes nuts with her guitar and produces a series of sonic-based ranged attacks. .
Sonic Blast- Raising her pick high above her head and then bringing it crashing down against the strings in a mighty sweep, Aiko creates a massive wave of sonic energy. .
Pyrotechnics- An additional set of effects capable of being added to either of the previously listed attacks, Aiko can cause a rapid-fire stream of blazing sparks, crackling arcs of lightning, and gouts of flame to shoot out of her guitar. .
Crank it up to 11- A last ditch super move, this allows Aiko to overcharge her normal attacks and conjures a par of flaming skulls to further augment them with the speakers mounted in their eye sockets.
Other: In her transformed state, Aiko looks and acts like a completely different person, in particular, an older version of the badass punk rocker persona she used during her time in Kuroko’s band. She even goes by the stage name she used in those days, “Nails” (chosen because her father once said the kind of music they played sounded like “nails on a chalkboard”). However, despite her harsher demeanor, she remains the same kind and caring person at heart, willing to do anything for the sake of her students.
Aiko prefers to dress in a modest and traditional (or as her students say, “old fashioned”) manner. She doesn’t actually need her glasses, but likes to wear them because she thinks they give her a more professional appearance.
Subject: Music
Personality: Aiko is a demure and soft spoken young woman who is always quick to offer a kind word of encouragement, or piece of helpful advice. Serene and gentle, most students believe Miss Misugi doesn’t have a single mean bone in her body. Polite in the extreme, she never yells, and rarely even raises her voice, content to speak in the warm and tranquil tone that has become her trademark. Ironically, her calm demeanor seems to sooth her students to such a degree, that any disruptions that might warrant a harsher, more forceful approach never even occur in the first place.
Bio: The youngest child of a family of musicians, it seemed only natural that Aiko would take up an instrument of her own. However, the Misugis were also a highly traditional family, and all modern musical genres and instruments were heavily frowned upon. If Aiko was to play, it would be a proper instrument, used to create proper music. For her part, Aiko seemed to accept this, and her natural talent for the violin won her the praise of her teachers and family. She was always the perfect student, the perfect daughter, getting good grades and dutifully obeying her parents’ every wish. But Aiko had a secret…
In her final year of high school, she had met Kuroko, a new transfer student. Brash, loud, crude, and carefree, she was everything Aiko was not, yet, somehow, the two became fast friends. They took care to keep that friendship hidden, of course, since both were well aware of what would happen if Aiko’s parents ever found out about the company she was keeping. It was certainly a bit of a challenge, but Aiko soon came to find the subterfuge oddly exciting. She would tell her parents she was studying at the library, or doing some other innocuous thing, when, in reality, she was hanging out with Kuroko and her friends. Sometimes, if it was too late for those excuses to be feasible, she would even straight up sneak out. After she’d been fully disguised by a new outfit, make up, and even a wig, Aiko would tag along as they went to arcades, karaoke lounges, and sometimes even clubs. Thanks to Kuroko’s fake IDs, they could get into all sorts of places. It all provided her with a freedom she had never imagined, and she found herself loving every minute of it.
This double life would reach its crescendo when Kuroko decided to form a band. Because Aiko had the most amazing voice out of the group, she would be the lead singer, a prospect that was initially frightening, but soon became exhilarating. Although she had performed on stage before, those had been formal, refined affairs. Now, instead of a reserved and stoic audience, she stood before riotous, deafening crowds. Instead of a violin played with precision and grace, she now shredded an electric guitar with wild abandon. And instead of remaining silent and demure, she belted out harsh lyrics at the top of her lungs. Being able to become a completely different version of herself, the real version of herself, was immensely liberating for Aiko, but, sadly, it was not to last.
Kuroko had always lived her life without a single care for the consequences of her actions, taking insane risks without batting an eye, and, just before graduation, the inevitable occurred. One of her rivals had challenged her to a motorcycle race on a rain-lashed mountain road, and although Aiko had begged her not to go through with it, Kuroko had been insistent. She knew it was dangerous, but if she backed out, she would never be able to live with herself. She had sworn a long time ago to meet every challenge head on, and this one would be no exception. Tears filled Aiko’s eyes as she watched Kuroko ride off into the rainy night, already knowing in her heart that it would be the last time she would see her friend alive.
Kuroko’s death brought with it the death of Aiko’s secret life. At university, she closed herself off to her true passions, putting on the tranquil facade of the perfect young lady she had grown so accustomed to. What was the point of pursuing what she loved, when such things only reminded her that Kuroko was gone? No, instead she would devote herself entirely to being the daughter her parents wanted, only pursuing music of a serene and elegant nature, not only to appease her family, but also in the hopes that it might wash away her past self and the agonizing pain that went with it. For the most part, she has been successful in this. Having gone into education as a music teacher, Aiko does her best to impart a love of the more soothing and harmonious aspects of music to her students, yet, deep within her heart there still remains a desire to encourage them to be true to themselves, even if she is unable to do the same for herself.
Other: Her old double life remains a closely guarded secret, with none save her former friends/bandmates having any knowledge of who she used to be. That said, she still has an irrational fear of one of them potentially spilling the beans about it, and the fact that she severed all ties with them in the wake of Kuroko’s death hasn’t helped matters.
The Magical
Transformed Appearance:
Weapon: A jagged-edged electric guitar, which serves as the instrument (pun intended) via which most of her magic is cast. Several sharp spikes, and even twin razorblades, can also magically extend from it, turning it into an ax in a very literal sense.
Magic: Aiko’s magic is based on the rock music (a mix of punk and metal) that she used to play in Kuroko’s band.
Epic Shredding- Aiko goes nuts with her guitar and produces a series of sonic-based ranged attacks. .
Sonic Blast- Raising her pick high above her head and then bringing it crashing down against the strings in a mighty sweep, Aiko creates a massive wave of sonic energy. .
Pyrotechnics- An additional set of effects capable of being added to either of the previously listed attacks, Aiko can cause a rapid-fire stream of blazing sparks, crackling arcs of lightning, and gouts of flame to shoot out of her guitar. .
Crank it up to 11- A last ditch super move, this allows Aiko to overcharge her normal attacks and conjures a par of flaming skulls to further augment them with the speakers mounted in their eye sockets.
Other: In her transformed state, Aiko looks and acts like a completely different person, in particular, an older version of the badass punk rocker persona she used during her time in Kuroko’s band. She even goes by the stage name she used in those days, “Nails” (chosen because her father once said the kind of music they played sounded like “nails on a chalkboard”). However, despite her harsher demeanor, she remains the same kind and caring person at heart, willing to do anything for the sake of her students.
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