Riegal

Shin Megami Tensei: The Final Avatar

I'd prefer Discord, haven't logged into skype since it's been released.

Will post sometime this weekend.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Reina Mori

Lost in her even-more-negative-than-usual thoughts, Reina started slightly when she felt a hand on her shoulder, shrinking away a step instinctively as she looked over to see a very tall boy who looked concerned.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I bothered ya but you look down and I can't not do anythin' about it."

The girl's heart sank a bit, and she felt her face start to redden in shame. He was worried about bothering her? She was the one bothering him by not even be able to hide her emotions properly.

"I-I'm fine!..." she said quickly, looking away. "Just... you know... strategizing and stuff..." She knew how unconvincing she sounded even as she spoke, and decided to backpedal slightly. "I'm... actually, I'm just a little nervous about the test. First day jitters and all. I'll get over it." She even managed something of a smile, however faint it was. It wasn't really a lie, and sounded a lot more believable. "Sorry about... um, worrying you."

"YO, NICE TO MEET YOU ALL! I'M YOSHIDA KENICHI!"

Reina's eyebrows raised at the noise, and she glanced towards its source.

Oh. It was the same boy who had popped her ears a while before.

"Loud..." she mumbled, the mild annoyance brought on by the memory seeping into her tone slightly. A second later, she realized she had said the comment out loud, causing her to blush and glance at the tall boy next to her before immediately looking away again.

Kenichi continued his impassioned speech, and though Reina didn't have the most flattering first impression of him, by the end of it she found herself smiling lightly despite herself. He was... silly, to say the least, but between his performance and the other boy's concern for her, she couldn't help but feel at least a little bit better. Seeing a few others joining in with Kenichi's attempt to rouse the rest was amusing as well--most so being Fumika's rather sudden cheer.

Reina's mood was sombered again when Yoshida-sensei began to address them. She listened intently, feeling her worries taking her again as he explained what they'd be doing. Great. She was going to bring down seven of her classmates with her if she messed up.

She noticed Fumika and Jett were on her team, which brought her a mix of happiness and more worry that she'd fail them. Realizing she didn't know the name of the the boy next to her--and by extension which team he was on--she glanced over at him.

"Um, I'm on Alpha," she said quietly with a point to the screen. She looked away from him and to the ground, stuffing her hand back in her pocket. "Mori Reina..."

_@Artymis

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP) — Take 2!

Amano Nanase

Nanase nodded at her servant's words. "It'd be nice if things never got so bad you felt the need to assist... but I feel like that's unlikely." Pausing to smile, she continued "So I'll look forward to seeing your treasures when the time comes."

Along with the rest of the group, the two began to move, keeping up easily with her reinforced legs. She came to a stop with her servant atop a hill, gazing down at the chaos below. Someone sure had a thing for skeletons here.

She glanced over as Ozymandias called down an impressive blast, eliminating many skeletons in a blink, and then another group a moment later. With a small smile, the girl nodded in approval at the sight--truly, the Rider was as powerful as she had suspected, considering his identity. The fact that she had managed to summon him was something to be proud of.

The man spoke to her, getting another nod from Nanase. "Understood." She wasn't particularly effective at range in comparison to her abilities in close-quarters, but evidently Ozymandias more than made up for that.

The girl watched as the rest of her allies fought to the city, projecting a simple recurve bow and arrow, immediately reinforcing both objects as she notched the arrow and drew the string back. Breath held for a moment, she lined up her shot and let go, projecting and reinforcing a second arrow even as the first still flew. It managed to hit one of the creatures center mass, sending the bones that made up its body crumbling to the ground.

_@PKMNB0Y

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Penthesilea

The Berserker easily swatted away any skeletons in her direct path her legs. Following along with the others, she entered the city with Estelle still in her arms. Two other Servants did battle with each other above the city, one very likely a Caster and the source of the skeleton familiars.

Looks like she was the first obstacle getting in the way of the Servant's goal. An unfortunate position to occupy.

"Berserker, crush them until your heart's content. We're cutting a path to that Caster!" said her Master, clearly on the same train of thought.

The madness of her class had been growing slowly, itching more with every second she spent in this wretched world. Killing a few of the things that inhabited it would help, if only a little.

Holding Estelle closer, Penthesilea swung her ball and chain in a wide arc as it materialized, clearing a comfortable area free of any skeletons around the two. With that done, she set down her Master gently, materializing two swords at her hips and clawed gauntlets around her forearms and hands.

"Stay close to the other Masters, please," she asked of Estelle. Of course, she fully planned to stay near the girl herself as she fought, and keep an eye on her... but knowing the container she had been summoned in, she unfortunately couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't lose herself and end up prioritizing the death of certain enemies over the survival of her Master.

With that, Penthesilea allowed herself to a small part of that madness within her, and began an ungraceful, but highly effective rampage quickly cutting through the skeletons to get closer to the two dueling Heroic Spirits. It felt good, but the terribly weak enemies weren't nearly enough to truly satisfy her.

The Servant only slowed upon hearing the red Saber calling out brazenly to the Heroic Spirits. Interesting... strategy?

Penthesilea leapt and landed hard on top of a skeleton near the building Nero stood upon, driving the creature into the ground and slamming both ends of her flail down on two others close by for good measure, to ensure her presence was known by the two unknown purple-haired Servants.

She glared up at the Caster in particular. Something told her the two wouldn't do as Nero had requested, so the Berserker kept herself on guard.

_@VitaVitaAR

Shin Megami Tensei: The Final Avatar

Shoko Iseki

Name: Shoko Iseki

Age: 18

Personality:
Shoko is a young woman that exudes a tremendous intensity, especially when she has something to direct her laser-like focus at. She carries herself with great confidence, rarely doubting her own thoughts or decisions, and tends to be a leader by example. While not shy in the slightest, she is often of few words—she only speaks when she feels she has something of value to say, and when she does it’s with a gentle but firm tone that matches the self-confidence she displays.

While not far from her true nature, this way that she most often presents herself is a bit of a front, crafted to gain the respect and admiration of her peers. Though obviously no where near as perfect as she wishes to be perceived, a lifetime of being treated as a step above those around her by the very same people has lead to an ego, though she’s level-headed enough to keep it in check, helped by the knowledge that she’s worked for what she has. Balancing good grades in school and playing volleyball at a national level, she’s no stranger to long, arduous days, and can push past the point of exhaustion when most others would mentally check out and quit.

Being quite sociable, she is nearly always surrounded by a group of friends, though due to her desire to be viewed as a role-model she feels she hasn’t made a single true friend in her life, having never opened up to anyone about any of her worries. She does not show weakness, and the thought of being viewed in such a light makes her terribly uncomfortable and even sick to her stomach. She’s the one that people turn to for help. Never the other way around.

For all her confidence, that inability to show weakness is itself her greatest flaw, and the source of most of her doubt and insecurity. She feels the pressures of life as much as any other teen, brought on most by the expectations placed upon her by both those around her and herself, which grow higher and higher with each success she earns. The reality that all it takes is one mistake for everything to come crashing down—for the perfect image of herself she’s built, and so desperately wants to protect, to be torn apart—hangs over her head ominously. Though she fights against it with all her being, she can’t help but feel that such an outcome is inevitable.

And she dreads nothing more than being unable to turn to anyone once she makes that one bad mistake, courtesy of her unnatural aversion to outside help.

On a lighter note, she uncharacteristically is quite a huge tokusatsu fan, especially the superhero subgenre. It's not something she particularly tries to hide, having a few Kamen Rider and Ultraman figures on display in her room, but she certainly doesn't go out of her way to let people know. She views it as a childish indulgence, but the often cheesy shows capture her attention and keep her mind off any troubles the rare times she has the chance to sit down and watch them.

It was this interest that led her to download the Digital Demon app—after she had seen the designs of a few demons that brought to mind both villains and heroes from the shows she so enjoyed watching (a standout favorite being Kouga Saburou), she began to play the game and found herself enjoying it greatly.

Appearance:
Shoko stands at 173 cm tall, with a slim, athletic build. When not wearing her school uniform, she wears plain but professional enough clothing usually consisting of a white dress shirt, a mono-colored skirt, and a matching tie, changing things up as appropriate for the weather or her current activity. She always carries around a small gym bag with her whenever she’s out of the house, even if she has no plans to do any exercise at the time—she has simply become so used to having it on her person that it makes her feel a bit anxious to not have it with her. Though she uses it more like a sort of purse, it still carries her volleyball equipment as well.

Backstory:
Born and raised in Tokyo, the only child of two white-collar worker parents, Shoko’s family made enough money for a nice and comfortable life, allowing the girl to participate in the various sports that she found herself interested in during her early years. Even at such a young age, it was clear that the girl had natural athleticism, and a terribly competitive personality that led to her standing out amongst her peers. The sport she fell in love with the most was volleyball, and so she began dedicating much of her time to it in particular. As she grew, the fire that drove her to completely outdo everyone she played with did as well, and the girl began to learn exactly what it meant to stand out in such a way.

For all the praise she received (and basked in), there were always numerous dissenters who made little effort to hide their distaste for the girl. Teammates that disliked the extra play time she earned, parents who were not happy about their children being shown up by another kid, opponents who understandably did not enjoy losing so badly. Shoko was called plenty of unpleasant things by both kids and adults. Her own father had gotten into a couple near fist-fights with other fathers of her teammates, always after hearing them insult his daughter.

It hurt, but she learnt quickly to take it with the good—in the end, they hated her because she was too skilled at what she did. And that was better than being hated for being weak. She loved the sport enough to spend every free moment she had practicing. She was talented enough that she nearly single-handedly won tournament after tournament for her middle school. The attention she got, the way so many people looked up to her, whether impressed or jealous; she became used to and learned to take pleasure in it all.

The life lessons she took from her sports were useful, and shaped her into a tremendously hard working person who took little for granted. She had created the position she occupied through that hard work—staying hours late at the gym for extra practice, sacrificing sleep to study and keep up great grades in school, finding enough time to be social enough that she wasn’t just viewed as ‘that volleyball girl.’ She was known by most everyone that had ever crossed paths with her, and she made sure that the vast majority respected her for her excellence, if not dislike her for the same reason.

High school was much of the same as middle school, though the attention she gained for her volleyball play grew to be nation-wide when she made Japan’s u20 women’s volleyball team in her second year. The whole experience had been something of a shock to the girl, for one big reason—for the first time in her life, she wasn’t the center of a team she played for. Brought on as a sub player, she took a backseat to several other incredibly talented women. Though Shoko understood she was young, and even just being a sub for a national team was an incredible feat itself, she couldn’t help but feel a measure of inadequacy.

Despising the feeling, she began to push herself even harder. That extra drive has continued into her third year of high school, and she’s poised to make the team again, this time aiming to be a starter—as well as fearing that it’s something she might not be able accomplish.

Like many others, she recently began playing the Digital Demon app, mostly as a form of quick stress relief; it's something easy to pull out and focus on for a few minutes whenever she has the time.

Stats:

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Vitality: 6
Agility: 6
Luck: 2

Weapon:
Whatever she can get her hands on.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Reina Mori

When Reina felt something touching her sleeve, she immediately tensed in surprise, losing her focus on her quirk for a split second. Even as she turned her head quickly to see that it had been the girl tugging on her shirt, she got her quirk back under control. The blonde-haired girl looked almost nervous as she stepped away, Reina figuring with a pang of guilt that she had been taken aback by her quirk.

"Umm... My class is here - class 1-A."

Reina's eyes widened slightly as she glanced to the sign above the door the three were next to.

"I am in A-1 as well. It's a pleasure to meet the both of you."

Well, that was kind of nice, Reina found herself thinking. She gave the other two an almost imperceptible smile and nod, meant to indicate that she was also in the same class. She nodded again in thanks as she and the other girl walked through the door the boy held open for them.

"Oh by the way, My name is Jett Haven. What are your names?"

She glanced at Jett's out-stretched hand, not immediately taking it. The boy was clearly of the more confident and outgoing sort, which made Reina a little uncomfortable--not because she didn't like that sort of person, but because she always felt like even more of a downer and burden than usual around them. She knew she wasn't a very fun person to be around.

Seeing that the other girl didn't seem to be interested in taking his hand either though, Reina, after another moment of hesitation, reached out to meet his hand shake.

She hesitated again before giving her name, almost not wanting to bother the two with it. "Mori... Mori Reina," she finally said, glancing between the two for a moment.

The other girl introduced herself as Motome Fumika, adding on to her introduction somewhat out of the blue. "It's nice to meet you!"

Reina wasn't sure how to respond as Fumika held her deep bow, and ended up settling on an uninspired but genuine enough "Yeah," along with her own slight bow.

A man she recognized entered the classroom, evidently their teacher, prompting Reina to follow Fumika's lead and find herself a seat quickly. Sure enough, he introduced himself as the hero L Guardian, and their homeroom teacher for the year.

"Frankly, I don't believe any of you deserve to be here."

As he spoke, Reina's anxiety flared and she felt her heart start to pound painfully in her chest.

"Time for Battle training to see who is skilled, and who isn't."

Her fingernails dug painfully into her palms as she squeezed her hands tightly in her lap.

_{@Feyblue @Aerandir}

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Reina stood at her locker, staring at the jumpsuit she held in her hands. Her peers moved around her, heading off to change, seemingly excited at the testing L Guardian was holding for them.

They were all going to see how pathetic she was. How little control she had over her own quirk, even though it was the entire reason she had even been brought to Komei. They'd find out she had taken up a spot she didn't deserve at the school.

...Idiot.

Hoping that she'd somehow avoid such an inevitability was beyond stupid of her to begin with. The girl bit her lip, digging her fingers into the fabric of her gym-wear.

Maybe it was for the best that her class found out how weak she was now. They wouldn't ask to pair with her or anything of the sort later on, and she wouldn't have to come off as rude when she tried to say no to not bring them down with her... yeah, it had to be better this way, at least for her classmates.

Reina forced a bitter smile onto her lips. As long as she didn't mess up so badly she got expelled on the spot, this was how it should be. She repeated the thought a few more times for good measure, swallowing hard as she held back the tears that had begun to sting her eyes.

Closing her locker quietly, the girl finally began walking towards the dressing rooms.

---

Hands in pockets, Reina kept to herself as she followed after the others out to the training grounds, heart rate having hardly lowered at all. When she arrived, she hung back to keep some distance between herself and the group, glancing around absentmindedly at both her peers and her surroundings.

Just don't get kicked out... She managed a few deep breaths, doing what she could to calm herself down and focus on that goal.

Shin Megami Tensei: The Final Avatar

@Matador
And Shoko's ready for review, finally!

Shoko Iseki

Name: Shoko Iseki

Age: 18

Personality:
Shoko is a young woman that exudes a tremendous intensity, especially when she has something to direct her laser-like focus at. She carries herself with great confidence, rarely doubting her own thoughts or decisions, and tends to be a leader by example. While not shy in the slightest, she is often of few words—she only speaks when she feels she has something of value to say, and when she does it’s with a gentle but firm tone that matches the self-confidence she displays.

While not far from her true nature, this way that she most often presents herself is a bit of a front, crafted to gain the respect and admiration of her peers. Though obviously no where near as perfect as she wishes to be perceived, a lifetime of being treated as a step above those around her by the very same people has lead to an ego, though she’s level-headed enough to keep it in check, helped by the knowledge that she’s worked for what she has. Balancing good grades in school and playing volleyball at a national level, she’s no stranger to long, arduous days, and can push past the point of exhaustion when most others would mentally check out and quit.

Being quite sociable, she is nearly always surrounded by a group of friends, though due to her desire to be viewed as a role-model she feels she hasn’t made a single true friend in her life, having never opened up to anyone about any of her worries. She does not show weakness, and the thought of being viewed in such a light makes her terribly uncomfortable and even sick to her stomach. She’s the one that people turn to for help. Never the other way around.

For all her confidence, that inability to show weakness is itself her greatest flaw, and the source of most of her doubt and insecurity. She feels the pressures of life as much as any other teen, brought on most by the expectations placed upon her by both those around her and herself, which grow higher and higher with each success she earns. The reality that all it takes is one mistake for everything to come crashing down—for the perfect image of herself she’s built, and so desperately wants to protect, to be torn apart—hangs over her head ominously. Though she fights against it with all her being, she can’t help but feel that such an outcome is inevitable.

And she dreads nothing more than being unable to turn to anyone once she makes that one bad mistake, courtesy of her unnatural aversion to outside help.

On a lighter note, she uncharacteristically is quite a huge tokusatsu fan, especially the superhero subgenre. It's not something she particularly tries to hide, having a few Kamen Rider and Ultraman figures on display in her room, but she certainly doesn't go out of her way to let people know. She views it as a childish indulgence, but the often cheesy shows capture her attention and keep her mind off any troubles the rare times she has the chance to sit down and watch them.

It was this interest that led her to download the Digital Demon app—after she had seen the designs of a few demons that brought to mind both villains and heroes from the shows she so enjoyed watching (a standout favorite being Kouga Saburou), she began to play the game and found herself enjoying it greatly.

Appearance:
Shoko stands at 173 cm tall, with a slim, athletic build. When not wearing her school uniform, she wears plain but professional enough clothing usually consisting of a white dress shirt, a mono-colored skirt, and a matching tie, changing things up as appropriate for the weather or her current activity. She always carries around a small gym bag with her whenever she’s out of the house, even if she has no plans to do any exercise at the time—she has simply become so used to having it on her person that it makes her feel a bit anxious to not have it with her. Though she uses it more like a sort of purse, it still carries her volleyball equipment as well.

Backstory:
Born and raised in Tokyo, the only child of two white-collar worker parents, Shoko’s family made enough money for a nice and comfortable life, allowing the girl to participate in the various sports that she found herself interested in during her early years. Even at such a young age, it was clear that the girl had natural athleticism, and a terribly competitive personality that led to her standing out amongst her peers. The sport she fell in love with the most was volleyball, and so she began dedicating much of her time to it in particular. As she grew, the fire that drove her to completely outdo everyone she played with did as well, and the girl began to learn exactly what it meant to stand out in such a way.

For all the praise she received (and basked in), there were always numerous dissenters who made little effort to hide their distaste for the girl. Teammates that disliked the extra play time she earned, parents who were not happy about their children being shown up by another kid, opponents who understandably did not enjoy losing so badly. Shoko was called plenty of unpleasant things by both kids and adults. Her own father had gotten into a couple near fist-fights with other fathers of her teammates, always after hearing them insult his daughter.

It hurt, but she learnt quickly to take it with the good—in the end, they hated her because she was too skilled at what she did. And that was better than being hated for being weak. She loved the sport enough to spend every free moment she had practicing. She was talented enough that she nearly single-handedly won tournament after tournament for her middle school. The attention she got, the way so many people looked up to her, whether impressed or jealous; she became used to and learned to take pleasure in it all.

The life lessons she took from her sports were useful, and shaped her into a tremendously hard working person who took little for granted. She had created the position she occupied through that hard work—staying hours late at the gym for extra practice, sacrificing sleep to study and keep up great grades in school, finding enough time to be social enough that she wasn’t just viewed as ‘that volleyball girl.’ She was known by most everyone that had ever crossed paths with her, and she made sure that the vast majority respected her for her excellence, if not dislike her for the same reason.

High school was much of the same as middle school, though the attention she gained for her volleyball play grew to be nation-wide when she made Japan’s u20 women’s volleyball team in her second year. The whole experience had been something of a shock to the girl, for one big reason—for the first time in her life, she wasn’t the center of a team she played for. Brought on as a sub player, she took a backseat to several other incredibly talented women. Though Shoko understood she was young, and even just being a sub for a national team was an incredible feat itself, she couldn’t help but feel a measure of inadequacy.

Despising the feeling, she began to push herself even harder. That extra drive has continued into her third year of high school, and she’s poised to make the team again, this time aiming to be a starter—as well as fearing that it’s something she might not be able accomplish.

Like many others, she recently began playing the Digital Demon app, mostly as a form of quick stress relief; it's something easy to pull out and focus on for a few minutes whenever she has the time.

Stats:

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Vitality: 6
Agility: 6
Luck: 2

Weapon:
Whatever she can get her hands on.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Reina Mori

After not hearing anything in response to her ill-thought-out question, Reina glanced up towards the girl curiously, to find her absentmindedly staring at her. Reina instinctively tensed up immediately under the sudden scrutiny, mind running through all the things that she was likely being judged on at the moment. Before she could get too far ahead of herself though, she noticed the blonde-haired girl's eyes changing color, along with a spot of her hair--Reina, remembering how she had gotten through the second floor window, realized it was an indication that the girl was using her quirk, her focus on one of the orbs around Reina.

The black-haired teen looked away awkwardly again, shrinking back slightly, completely unsure how to react to the attention.

"Mhm."

Reina perked up at the noise, the first response she had been given, even if no words were actually said. She glanced at the other girl as she finally stepped through the doorway and began to climb the stairs, only to turn around a moment later.

"Thank you for the stairs."

The words gave Reina pause, both because she hadn't had any expectations of the blonde girl even saying a word after the long, silent thirty seconds, and because of the slightly awkward way she had phrased the sentence.

"No... problem?" she said as the girl, wearing the same expression she had had the entire time, turned to continue her way up the stairs.

Though Reina was left a little dumbfounded by the interaction, she found herself with the smallest smile on her lips. Before she could think too much, a male voice called out.

"HEY! Hold the door for a moment please!"

The girl turned her head quickly, realizing it was addressing her. She spotted the blonde boy immediately, of course, as he was the only other person in the hall, evidently having just come through the unlocked window. She nodded at him as he jogged towards her, before looking away.

As he got closer, she made sure to focus on her quirk, killing the pull so it wouldn't affect him. When he passed her, she motioned towards the stairs again for his benefit, finally letting the door close behind her.

Sticking balled up hands in her pockets, she followed after the blonde girl along with the boy. Though she didn't really mind walking in silence, she decided it wouldn't be a great first impression--though there was no doubt both of these peers of hers would eventually find out how asocial she was regardless. To at least maybe delay that discovery, she steeled her nerves and opened her mouth.

"Which classes are you guys in?..." she asked, looking both at the floor and away from them, even as she realized that doing so was a clear sign of how uncomfortable she was. Even something as simple as addressing other students she couldn't do properly. Biting her lip as she walked, Reina waited for any kind of response, or lack there of. She didn't hold any expectations.

_{@Feyblue @Aerandir}

The Prince of Eternia

Elyas Millesol

Name: Elyas Millesol
Age: 22
Race: Aethen
Role: The Knight

Appearance:
The most striking feature of the young knight Elyas is his build. He stands at 192cm tall, his lean and well-muscled body evidence of a life of training. Thin but strong facial features allow for smiles that haven't fully lost their boyish charm equally as much as they allow for sharp glares that intimidate and command respect. Pale blond hair, blue eyes that often appear gray, and pale skin reveal the man's Aethen heritage, of which he is as proud of as he is proud to be a citizen of Eternia.

Personality:
Elyas is an immensely earnest individual who demonstrates all the honor and sense of duty that one would expect from a person who’s known no other lifestyle than that of a knight’s. While he’s a passionate being to his core, years in the public eye due to his position as the Prince’s personal guard has taught him to maintain a composure that radiates chivalry and confidence—though the passion he feels is always there, just beneath the surface. When in more private scenes with those he is close to, he’ll allow himself to be more like his natural self—lively, fun-loving, and a much better partner to have for a night of drinking.

He very much looks up to those who are well-educated, like the Prince. While he isn’t a quite a dolt himself, having plenty of common sense and street smarts, the bulk of his own education was focused on combat. It impresses him greatly how the Prince’s family keeps track of and runs an entire kingdom. Elyas’ own duty, in comparison, requires far less brain power. This admiration is what originally convinced the boy of his Prince’s ability to lead him, and after so many years, that feeling has only grown. Elyas firmly believes in the Prince, and would see no one else succeeding the current King of Eternia.

The darker side of Elyas’ personality rears its head when he is faced with failure; he does not deal with it well. It’s these times when his desire to be a perfect knight shows itself to border on near-insanity—the young man will run himself into the ground to avoid failing, not only never knowing when to quit, but simply never considering such a thing as an option. After any failures, he subjects himself to even more training than usual, viewing it as punishment for his mistakes. When he is experiencing one of these laments, trying to comfort him and tell him things are fine is one of the few ways to get him to lash out in anger, though the feelings are still more directed at himself than anyone else.

While he lives with impossibly high expectations of himself, and is exceedingly hard on himself for not meeting them, they do push him to be one of the most impressive knights in Eternia, even at his relatively young age. He finds the vast majority of his own happiness in the happiness of others, and while such a mindset comes with it's own set of problems, it undeniably makes him an excellent ally and friend. A stalwart companion, there are few one would rather have by their side.

Skills:
Proficient in many styles of combat, Elyas can improvise and use nearly anything at his disposal to engage others in battle. He excels most with a sword, a spear, and his own limbs. He'd also call his endurance and general refusal to give up a skill, as it's something he finds pride in.

Thanks to all the odd jobs he gladly helps out with, he's picked up the skill of being a quick learner, which comes in handy. If you want him to get something done, tell him what he needs to do once, and worry no more as he heads off to fulfill the request.

Being somewhat of a blockhead thanks to his upbringing, however, he doesn't have any skills that require a more delicate hand. He can write mostly fine, but his handwriting itself is akin to chicken scratch and is quite literally illegible to all but his mother, his teacher, and the Prince; the three of whom have spent enough time reading said chicken scratch to be able to decode it. While he enjoys music greatly, and often tries to get a performer to play during his training sessions, every instrument he's ever laid eyes upon confuses him greatly—how do strings produce such pleasant sounds? He mostly understands the science behind it, but still finds the phenomenon amazing. He'd rather just enjoy the product instead of thinking about how it's made, truth be told.

Weapon:
The one weapon always on his person is a sword passed down through the Millesol family, given the name of 'Soleil Levant.' Infused with magic that prevents it from ever rusting, dulling, or staining, Elyas views the unyielding blade as analogous to the knight he wishes to be.

Soleil Levant

Armor:
Rather simple in design, Elyas only wears his full suit of armor when he knows ahead of time that he will be entering combat. Most of the time, he foregoes the chest piece and helm to allow himself an easier time moving around in his daily activities. The outside armor itself is simply well-constructed and of high quality, but the black undergarments he wears beneath it are infused with magic, similar to his blade. The magic grants the fabric greater resistance to pierces and slashes, to help keep his insides inside, but it doesn't help with blunt trauma.

Full set and Helm

Without Chest Piece

Notable Possessions:
Other than his blade, none that he keeps on his person. He's far more inclined to become attached to objects gifted to him than anything else, especially if the gift came from a person close to him.

Brief History:
Elyas' path in life has been straightforward, if not easy. From the moment he was born, his lifelong duty was decided for him—luckily, it suited him just fine. He began his training as a knight specialized in the protection of a specific charge from nearly the moment he learned to walk, and was assigned to the King's second son when he was only ten years of age—this was more to get the two boys used to each other than anything else, though Elyas did manage to prove some competency in his duty of keeping the Prince safe even at that young age.

Only a few months later was Elyas' father killed while protecting the King himself. An incredible knight known throughout not only Eternia, but the world, Sigric Millesol was nearly completely bested on that night. Though the man managed to kill the assassin and save the King's life, he succumbed to his wounds hours later.

Despite always knowing that his family's line of work carried a great risk of death, the event shook the young Elyas greatly, and marked a shift in his view of the world. He had only ever heard praise for his father from those who knew of him—indeed, the boy was foolishly conditioned to view his father as a nigh-invincible and infallible man. As the perfect knight.

Evidently, he had never been 'perfect,' and as good as he may have been, it hadn't been enough. In an attempt to cope with the loss, the young Elyas came to resent his father. The boy believed that a great knight would sacrifice life and limb for his charge, and the people of his kingdom, if need be. But a greater knight—while willing to do the same—was strong enough to overcome any challenge intact, to protect another day. Sigric Millesol had failed at being greater, and had left his family and the King behind because of his failure.

Now always in the shadow of his deceased father, Elyas worked himself to the bone everyday of his life to be the best knight he could be. The idea of chivalry and protection of the weak became something of an obsession for him as he chased an impossible perfection, all too willing to sacrifice his own mind and body for those around him, while desperately fighting to hide any signs of weakness. He eventually grew aware of his oft self-destructive tendencies as the years passed, but he found pride in them, as they fit his definition of a perfect knight.

His training only got more rigorous as he reached an age where he was expected to be fully capable of protecting the Prince, and he welcomed it. A life filled with nothing but brutal practice began to bear fruit as Elyas experienced his first real battles and managed to come out alive each time, only more motivated to kill any flaws in his technique and any weakness in his body.

Pushing himself so hard, it seems like a dozen new bruises grow on his skin every day—minor injuries that he wears like badges of honor; proof that he’s grown a little more capable of keeping the Prince and Eternia safe that day.

Shin Megami Tensei: The Final Avatar

I'm really sorry about not having this finished by now. I'm hoping to find sometime tomorrow afternoon, but if not then it'll be done by Sunday evening at the latest. I really wanted to get at least something down to give everyone a sense of the character, so here's that.

WIP

Name: Shoko Iseki

Age: 18

Personality:
Shoko is a young woman that exudes a tremendous intensity, especially when she has something to direct her laser-like focus at. She carries herself with great confidence, rarely doubting her own thoughts or decisions, and tends to be a leader by example. While not shy in the slightest, she is often of few words—she only speaks when she feels she has something of value to say, and when she does it’s with a gentle but firm tone that matches the self-confidence she displays.

While not far from her true nature, this way that she most often presents herself is a bit of a front, crafted to gain the respect and admiration of her peers. Though obviously no where near as perfect as she wishes to be perceived, a lifetime of being treated as a step above those around her by the very same people has lead to an ego, though she’s level-headed enough to keep it in check, helped by the knowledge that she’s worked for what she has. Balancing good grades in school and playing volleyball at a national level, she’s no stranger to long, arduous days, and can push past the point of exhaustion when most others would mentally check out and quit.

Being quite sociable, she is nearly always surrounded by a group of friends, though due to her desire to be viewed as a role-model she feels she hasn’t made a single true friend in her life, having never opened up to anyone about any of her worries. She does not show weakness, and the thought of being viewed in such a light makes her terribly uncomfortable and even sick to her stomach. She’s the one that people turn to for help. Never the other way around.

For all her confidence, that inability to show weakness is itself her greatest flaw, and the source of most of her doubt and insecurity. She feels the pressures of life as much as any other teen, brought on most by the expectations placed upon her by both those around her and herself, which grow higher and higher with each success she earns. The reality that all it takes is one mistake for everything to come crashing down—for the perfect image of herself she’s built, and so desperately wants to protect, to be torn apart—hangs over her head ominously. Though she fights against it with all her being, she can’t help but feel that such an outcome is inevitable.

And she dreads nothing more than being unable to turn to anyone once she makes that one bad mistake, courtesy of her unnatural aversion to outside help.

On a lighter note, she uncharacteristically is quite a huge tokusatsu fan, especially the superhero subgenre. It's not something she particularly tries to hide, having a few Kamen Rider and Ultraman figures on display in her room, but she certainly doesn't go out of her way to let people know. She views it as a childish indulgence, but the often cheesy shows capture her attention and keep her mind off any troubles the rare times she has the chance to sit down and watch them.

It was this interest that led her to download the Digital Demon app—after she had seen the designs of a few demons that brought to mind both villains and heroes from the shows she so enjoyed watching (a standout favorite being Kouga Saburou), she began to play the game and found herself enjoying it greatly.

Appearance:

Backstory:

Stats:

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 4
Vitality: 6
Agility: 6
Luck: 2

Weapon: (if applicable)

And since I don't have her history done, may as well throw out some ideas to tie some characters together, at least as much as this girl's personality allows.

@Duoya I think with both characters being involved in sports clubs, they'd have spoken on a few occasions. I imagine Shoko would feel at least a small connection with Juichi through those interactions, due to the fact that they both similarly hide their worries behind a strong personality. Of course, neither would know that about the others stresses yet, but they might both have a sense.

@Veradana Maybe Shoko could have stood up for Hotaru on the few occasions where she's seen the latter being bullied? Perhaps Shoko, while the thought was there, never really did enough to do anything beyond stop the immediate instances of bullying that she saw, not knowing the extent of it while also being unsure how to even help more if it was worse than what she saw.

@XxFellsingxX I think it'd be neat if the two characters first meet because Miho asks Shoko for a small interview about the app for Miho's article, since it's probably seen as a little unusual for someone in Shoko's position to be playing it. I feel the two could grow especially close over time, judging by their personalities~

As a side comment, I think these four characters will interact really interestingly well with each other as a group, which is always exciting!

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Reina Mori

Waiting with the gathered crowd which grew more and more impatient with each passing minute, Reina kept her head down glancing at all the interesting people for only a moment at a time. The knot in the girl's stomach, that had been there since last night, exploded as the crowd began to grow even rowdier. It took all she had to try and keep her quick as nullified as possible, though she knew her anxieties were causing her to involuntarily push everything around her away lightly every now and again, before she got it back under control.

Satisfied her quirk was zeroed out, she finally took the time to look up to see what had gotten the crowd even more worked up. Ah, the gates had finally opened. Reina found herself being swept along with the group, which didn't help her mood very much, but there was nothing she could do about it without coming off as a huge jerk. Accepting her fate, she waited until she finally got to the gate, and scanned her ID. The she was still closely surrounded by many people, it was nowhere near as bad as the bottleneck created by the gate, allowing her to finally relax her tense body if only slightly.

She eyed the guards with a frown as she decided to head with the flow of students going to the school's left wing entrance. As she half-jogged to keep up, her gaze moved to a female student who had made it up into a tree. Reina stared in curiosity as she watched the girl use her quirk to open a second-floor window and slip inside from one of the tree's branches. It was as impressive as it was interesting.

Reina's eyes shifted to one of the orbs that floated around her, frowning at it. If only she could replicate what she had done a month ago, she'd be able to enter the same window that the girl had unlocked. The short-haired girl bit her lip in a measure of frustration, cursing her complete lack of mastery over her quirk. She had to learn how to use it as soon as she could. It was the only reason she had gotten into this school to begin with.

"Oh my, Look at the time. It is 8:20, you kids better rush to class before you are marked absent. Chop Chop!"

The voice brought her attention back to her surroundings, now inside the school. The young man who had spoken--likely a teacher--continued, reminding them that being late meant being expelled. It was a little extreme and silly, the whole test they were being put through on the first day, Reina thought, but she was in no position to argue. She just had to get through it and make it to tomorrow.

Strange that this test involved... a minefield of the young teachers clones? The original seemed quite proud of himself, too. This wouldn't stop a quirkless person if they even had any determination to get through, let alone the future pro heroes that the obstacle was apparently meant for.

Reina glanced at a rather short boy who was the first to reply to the teacher. He sounded confident enough. And ready to try something, judging by the stance he had taken.

As expected, he showed off his quirk a moment later, earning a grimace from the girl at both the sudden loud noise caused by his breathing and the pop of both her ears.

"JET...HUNTING!"

Loud.

Reina frowned, not hiding her annoyance very well as she watched the boy take off. She swallowed a few times, trying to unpop her ears, growing more and more aggravated as this morning went on. The boy's quirk was certainly impressive, and coupled with his strong personality showed the girl that he belonged at an academy like this.

But that respect for him didn't stop her from finding him at least a little grating. It wasn't his fault, really. It was everything that had happened: the worry of being late all morning, being stuck in a crowd and pushed around, all her insecurities and anxieties... the ear popping was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

Enough. She didn't think she deserved to be here--but this 'test' was almost insulting.

The girl stuffed her hands into her pockets and activated her quirk to repel--any students gathered near her would immediately feel it pushing them away from her. As she began walking briskly forward, she turned up the effect, to make sure none of the teacher's clones could approach her without a struggle. The table skidded across the floor, eventually toppling over as she approached it, and paint cans spilled over. She glanced to the original teacher with a frown, still feeling guilt for making an even bigger mess of the hall despite her annoyance.

"S-sorry..." she managed, quickly looking away and increasing her pace to get away from any lingering gazes.

Climbing the first set of stairs she found, Reina finally began to think about finding her way around. While it wouldn't be a big deal in any other situation, the fact that her school life was on the line made the normal stress of learning the layout of a new school much worse. She knew her class was somewhere on the third floor, at least.

As she turned to climb the next set of stairs, she looked around down the halls idly. She paused, noticing a figure in the distance, obscured through two sets of doors. Recognizing the pale-blonde hair, she realized it was the girl from before, who had entered the building through a window.

Without thinking too much about how close she'd be cutting it with how little time was left, Reina made her way through the first set of doors, and stood inside the second, holding it open.

"Hey... um, you trying to get to class?" she called to the girl, immediately cringing internally at the dumb question. Of course she was trying to get to class, literally every student in the school was trying to get to class right now. Stupid.

Avoiding eye contact in an attempt to stifle the mild embarrassment she felt, Reina motioned with her head towards the way she had come, indicating that's where they needed to go if they wanted to avoid expulsion on their first day.

_@Feyblue