Ryu

High School Rumble! [open for applicants]

@Ryu your post doesn't fit with mine, as I had stated that Maxwell was the only one in the room by the time Alphonse arrived.

@VarionusNW

Fixed.

High School Rumble! [open for applicants]

"Big sister is a big meanie..." Matsuomoto Souta mumbled under his breath as he walked down the hallway towards the student council room with his arms crossed. He was slightly nervous as his eyes darted around the hallway, being more scared than ever in his life. Even though he had been... somewhat comfortably introduced to every one in the student council by his sister before she left, and could probably recite everyone's names in the student council -- a incredible feat until you realize that the student council wasn't very big -- he was afraid.

He didn't ask for this. He never wanted this. He didn't have any choice. Without any warning whatsoever, right before Souta's sister took off for college, she had dropped a bombshell on the boy. Souta can remember her words clearly without any sort of difficulty.

"You're going to be taking over my spot as treasurer, by the way,"

And with those words uttered, she ran off, leaving Souta behind to stare at her as she quickly jumped into the cab, leaving the young boy to himself in the land of the unknown -- in the land where there existed only predators and prey.

Souta was afraid.

He didn't exactly know it, but he had a feeling that being on the student council -- whether it be a measly spot such as treasurer or a highly prestigious spot such as vice president -- was a spot that everyone wanted, and if they wanted it, they would have to fight one of the current members for it. So here he was, a young boy who had no experience in fighting and was only a mere first year, ripe for the taking.

Needless to say, Souta was scared.

Of course, his power... well, quote-on-quote power gave him hope. His power, which his sister had both told him about and trained him to use, could keep him safe. Having two spirits on hand, watching over him from the spirit world, ready to intervene whether they be called on or do so on their own accord allowed him to sit in the chair with a sense of security -- even though that sense of security was overwhelmed by the urge to get out of this school and run home.

As Souta was right by the door of the student council room, his eyes widened as he heard Alphonse speak.

"We have a problem."

And with that, Souta opened the door, rushing in to take his seat.

High School Rumble! [open for applicants]

I'll have a post out soon~

Character Storage

Matsumoto Souta

Matsumoto Souta

Gender
Male

Age
15

Year Level
First Year

Faction/Club
Student Council

Power

Wards of the Emperor
“Inside of him lies the incredible power of an emperor. Too bad he’s just some stupid little kid though” – Matsumoto Taiki, Souta’s Uncle

At any time, Souta is able to call upon two heavily armed samurai to either defend him or attack for him. These samurai can never die. They are not mortal men, but instead, are spirits sent from the heavens to serve under their master.

That doesn’t mean they can’t be defeated.

These samurais can be defeated in one way and one way only – in combat. If these samurais do find themselves defeated, they will kneel down and commit the art of seppuku before dissipating into the world of the spirits to rest and recover from their wounds.

This means that if these samurais are defeated, Souta is simply left undefended.

Be warned though, these samurais have served a long line of people before them, and thus have experience under their belt.

Biography

Once ago, the emperor of the Land of the Rising Sun had a need for a bodyguard. Someone who would stay by his side twenty-four/seven and watch over him, ensuring he would be always be safe as he slept soundly.

The emperor watched as his guards trained, watching carefully as they walked down the halls of his grand castle, watching for many nights until finally selecting one guard who he had determined to be the hardest working.

With this guard, the emperor granted part of his power to, giving some of the divine strength which the emperor had to this lowly guard so he could do his new job of protecting the emperor well.

And that he did.

Over the span of five years, this new bodyguard thwarted over ten foolish attempts to kill the emperor and had even saved the emperor’s son – a job that he was not required to do – from being held hostage by a clan who opposed the emperor and his ways.

The emperor, impressed by this, ensured that the guard’s family would stay by the emperor’s sons and his sons forever by proclaiming the guard’s family as nobles, having them stay close by the royal castle.

For the next seven hundred or so years, the Matsumoto family did a fine job as bodyguards for the emperor, each one of them inheriting a small portion of the power they were granted from the emperor before. It wasn’t until the founding of the Imperial Guard that they were dismissed, but by then, the Matsumoto family had found a secure place in the society as nobles who had managed to start a rather successful company that is still here to this day.

However, their beginnings as mere bodyguards to the emperor would stay with them until the end, for with every single member in the family having access to the same power their ancestors before them had once had – the power of an emperor.

It is here where Matsumoto Souta’s story begins.

Souta was born to two somewhat loving parents, being the youngest child out of his older three brothers and sister, his siblings had proclaimed him to be the “luckiest” simply because he had gotten the “youngest child” treatment, where the parents are often a bit too lenient on the boy.

Of course, this did not mean Souta was exempt from everything that his parents had forced his siblings to do at a young age. Souta’s parents had to more or less force the young boy to take a martial arts class throughout his childhood as a way to keep the boy entertained while his two parents went off on business trips, and when he had reached high school age, had even sent him off to a high school his siblings had once go to before. More of a private academy than a high school, Souta had no idea what he was in for – or the incredible power inside of him – until his sister had to pull him aside.

Souta’s sister took Souta to the academy herself, giving the boy a tour of the facilities while telling stories of the staff members, the teachers, and the students themselves as they walked around. At the end of the tour, she had finally told Souta of the incredible power that was inside of him, and began to teach the young boy about it – albeit brutally and harshly just like the martial arts training he had received years ago.

As the end of her school year approached, Souta’s sister, knowing that no one would be there for the boy when he would enter high school (since she had to go off to some dreadful new place known as college) made sure that her brother would be well off when he entered by ensuring a spot on the student council for him by giving him her own seat when she would leave.

Souta, still just a measly young boy who has yet to realize the true potential of his power, is now entering a high school full of people he doesn’t know all vying for power – and he’s just been given a seat on the student council.

This can only go so well for him.

Score
1000

High School Rumble! [open for applicants]

Matsumoto Souta

Gender
Male

Age
15

Year Level
First Year

Faction/Club
Student Council

Power

Wards of the Emperor
“Inside of him lies the incredible power of an emperor. Too bad he’s just some stupid little kid though” – Matsumoto Taiki, Souta’s Uncle

At any time, Souta is able to call upon two heavily armed samurai to either defend him or attack for him. These samurai can never die. They are not mortal men, but instead, are spirits sent from the heavens to serve under their master.

That doesn’t mean they can’t be defeated.

These samurais can be defeated in one way and one way only – in combat. If these samurais do find themselves defeated, they will kneel down and commit the art of seppuku before dissipating into the world of the spirits to rest and recover from their wounds.

This means that if these samurais are defeated, Souta is simply left undefended.

Be warned though, these samurais have served a long line of people before them, and thus have experience under their belt.

Biography

Once ago, the emperor of the Land of the Rising Sun had a need for a bodyguard. Someone who would stay by his side twenty-four/seven and watch over him, ensuring he would be always be safe as he slept soundly.

The emperor watched as his guards trained, watching carefully as they walked down the halls of his grand castle, watching for many nights until finally selecting one guard who he had determined to be the hardest working.

With this guard, the emperor granted part of his power to, giving some of the divine strength which the emperor had to this lowly guard so he could do his new job of protecting the emperor well.

And that he did.

Over the span of five years, this new bodyguard thwarted over ten foolish attempts to kill the emperor and had even saved the emperor’s son – a job that he was not required to do – from being held hostage by a clan who opposed the emperor and his ways.

The emperor, impressed by this, ensured that the guard’s family would stay by the emperor’s sons and his sons forever by proclaiming the guard’s family as nobles, having them stay close by the royal castle.

For the next seven hundred or so years, the Matsumoto family did a fine job as bodyguards for the emperor, each one of them inheriting a small portion of the power they were granted from the emperor before. It wasn’t until the founding of the Imperial Guard that they were dismissed, but by then, the Matsumoto family had found a secure place in the society as nobles who had managed to start a rather successful company that is still here to this day.

However, their beginnings as mere bodyguards to the emperor would stay with them until the end, for with every single member in the family having access to the same power their ancestors before them had once had – the power of an emperor.

It is here where Matsumoto Souta’s story begins.

Souta was born to two somewhat loving parents, being the youngest child out of his older three brothers and sister, his siblings had proclaimed him to be the “luckiest” simply because he had gotten the “youngest child” treatment, where the parents are often a bit too lenient on the boy.

Of course, this did not mean Souta was exempt from everything that his parents had forced his siblings to do at a young age. Souta’s parents had to more or less force the young boy to take a martial arts class throughout his childhood as a way to keep the boy entertained while his two parents went off on business trips, and when he had reached high school age, had even sent him off to a high school his siblings had once go to before. More of a private academy than a high school, Souta had no idea what he was in for – or the incredible power inside of him – until his sister had to pull him aside.

Souta’s sister took Souta to the academy herself, giving the boy a tour of the facilities while telling stories of the staff members, the teachers, and the students themselves as they walked around. At the end of the tour, she had finally told Souta of the incredible power that was inside of him, and began to teach the young boy about it – albeit brutally and harshly just like the martial arts training he had received years ago.

As the end of her school year approached, Souta’s sister, knowing that no one would be there for the boy when he would enter high school (since she had to go off to some dreadful new place known as college) made sure that her brother would be well off when he entered by ensuring a spot on the student council for him by giving him her own seat when she would leave.

Souta, still just a measly young boy who has yet to realize the true potential of his power, is now entering a high school full of people he doesn’t know all vying for power – and he’s just been given a seat on the student council.

This can only go so well for him.

Score
1000

High School Rumble! [open for applicants]

@Ryu Oh, you added more the backstory. Looks good to me, except he seems a little old for a first year. They're usually 15-6ish

@RoflsMazoy

Hehe, he was supposed to be a second/third year actually, but I decided to go for a first year to make it a bit more interesting. Edited~

High School Rumble! [open for applicants]

Don't mind me, just going to put my CS here.

CS

Matsumoto Souta

Gender
Male

Age
15

Year Level
First Year

Faction/Club
Student Council

Power

Wards of the Emperor
“Inside of him lies the incredible power of an emperor. Too bad he’s just some stupid little kid though” – Matsumoto Taiki, Souta’s Uncle

At any time, Souta is able to call upon two heavily armed samurai to either defend him or attack for him. These samurai can never die. They are not mortal men, but instead, are spirits sent from the heavens to serve under their master.

That doesn’t mean they can’t be defeated.

These samurais can be defeated in one way and one way only – in combat. If these samurais do find themselves defeated, they will kneel down and commit the art of seppuku before dissipating into the world of the spirits to rest and recover from their wounds.

This means that if these samurais are defeated, Souta is simply left undefended.

Be warned though, these samurais have served a long line of people before them, and thus have experience under their belt.

Biography

Once ago, the emperor of the Land of the Rising Sun had a need for a bodyguard. Someone who would stay by his side twenty-four/seven and watch over him, ensuring he would be always be safe as he slept soundly.

The emperor watched as his guards trained, watching carefully as they walked down the halls of his grand castle, watching for many nights until finally selecting one guard who he had determined to be the hardest working.

With this guard, the emperor granted part of his power to, giving some of the divine strength which the emperor had to this lowly guard so he could do his new job of protecting the emperor well.

And that he did.

Over the span of five years, this new bodyguard thwarted over ten foolish attempts to kill the emperor and had even saved the emperor’s son – a job that he was not required to do – from being held hostage by a clan who opposed the emperor and his ways.

The emperor, impressed by this, ensured that the guard’s family would stay by the emperor’s sons and his sons forever by proclaiming the guard’s family as nobles, having them stay close by the royal castle.

For the next seven hundred or so years, the Matsumoto family did a fine job as bodyguards for the emperor, each one of them inheriting a small portion of the power they were granted from the emperor before. It wasn’t until the founding of the Imperial Guard that they were dismissed, but by then, the Matsumoto family had found a secure place in the society as nobles who had managed to start a rather successful company that is still here to this day.

However, their beginnings as mere bodyguards to the emperor would stay with them until the end, for with every single member in the family having access to the same power their ancestors before them had once had – the power of an emperor.

It is here where Matsumoto Souta’s story begins.

Souta was born to two somewhat loving parents, being the youngest child out of his older three brothers and sister, his siblings had proclaimed him to be the “luckiest” simply because he had gotten the “youngest child” treatment, where the parents are often a bit too lenient on the boy.

Of course, this did not mean Souta was exempt from everything that his parents had forced his siblings to do at a young age. Souta’s parents had to more or less force the young boy to take a martial arts class throughout his childhood as a way to keep the boy entertained while his two parents went off on business trips, and when he had reached high school age, had even sent him off to a high school his siblings had once go to before. More of a private academy than a high school, Souta had no idea what he was in for – or the incredible power inside of him – until his sister had to pull him aside.

Souta’s sister took Souta to the academy herself, giving the boy a tour of the facilities while telling stories of the staff members, the teachers, and the students themselves as they walked around. At the end of the tour, she had finally told Souta of the incredible power that was inside of him, and began to teach the young boy about it – albeit brutally and harshly just like the martial arts training he had received years ago.

As the end of her school year approached, Souta’s sister, knowing that no one would be there for the boy when he would enter high school (since she had to go off to some dreadful new place known as college) made sure that her brother would be well off when he entered by ensuring a spot on the student council for him by giving him her own seat when she would leave.

Souta, still just a measly young boy who has yet to realize the true potential of his power, is now entering a high school full of people he doesn’t know all vying for power – and he’s just been given a seat on the student council.

This can only go so well for him.

Score
1000

Tin Soldiers: Long Mercy

Such promise gone to waste, I suppose

Project Sigma. [Space ship / captain Roleplay]

Nothing Important

"Captain," A crew member stated before stopping in the middle of the hallway, raising his hand up to his forehead, causing Solarin to stop in his tracks and stare at the crew member. Solarin' eyes scanned the crew member, noting his absolutely dirty sort of "tracksuit" he was wearing, with what seemed to be oil and grime all over him, black spots littering it self on the outfit of the crew member.

"At ease," Solarin stated before his eyes reached that of the crew member's. He glossed over the crew member's face, taking note of the rather finer details of the young human engineer who was assigned to the HYS Mundus. "How do you do..." Solarin stopped speaking, waiting for the crew member to perhaps catch the hint that he was waiting for him to speak his name. It was impossible for Solarin to memorize all of the names of the people onboard of the Mundus -- although that didn't exactly stop him from trying the first time he walked on board the Mundus as a sort of "tour."

"The name is Lan," The crew member said after a few seconds of silence, causing Solarin to nod as the name entered his ears, hoping that he would be able to perhaps remember the name instead of forgetting it like the countless of other names he had shamefully forgotten. Lan held out his arm, waiting for Solarin to take it, a bright grin on his face. Solarin, without any sort of hesitation, leaned in, shaking the hand with a rather firm grip before standing up right. "I'm a pilot on board the Mundus, I'll be piloting one of the Strikers," Solarin raised his eyebrow as he heard Lan speak.

"A pilot?" Solarin asked, his curiosity piqued. "I thought you were an engineer with your rather... dirty uniform,"

"No sir," Lan stated, his tone full of respect, yet with a hint of pride. "I prefer to handle my own ship rather than let the engineers toy around with it. They don't know what I like, see?"

"Ah," Solarin nodded slightly, being able to somewhat grasp what Lan was getting at. "I see." A few seconds passed as Solarin averted his gaze towards the ceiling until finally leaning in to pat the pilot on the shoulder -- an action that he was hesitant to take. "What rank are you, Lan?"

"I'm the Squadron Leader, sir," Solarin's eyes widened as he stared at the rather young human. It was remarkable to think that such a young boy could ever achieve the rank, being in charge of multiple men -- perhaps even hundreds -- as they fly in the stars; but then again, Solarin was a rather young captain himself, having just gotten out of the academy before being assigned to the Mundus.

"Remarkable--"

"Captain Solarin, please report to the bridge," A female voice spoke over the intercoms, which rather surprised Solarin, seeing as how there was no type of static over the intercom as she spoke -- something he wasn't used to back in the academy. "I repeat, Captain Solarin, please report to the bridge,"

"Well then," Lan began before taking a step forward to the right, past Solarin. "I'll be seeing you later, captain," And with that, the young human began to pace down the hallway, leaving Solarin to stare at the back of his uniform as he walked down the hallway. "I'll be awaiting your orders while I'm flying about in the stars, captain!"

---

"Sir," A female operator spoke out -- presumably the same one who spoke over the intercom system -- as Solarin entered the bridge area. He stopped as he took a single step into the room, gasping in awe as he stared at everyone in the rather large bridge area. There were crew members -- "operators" as the Hypharin Starfleet liked to call them -- in the bridge, working tirelessly on their computers, typing away as they effortlessly made sure that the Mundus was safe. How they did it -- or what they did -- Solarin had no idea, but Solarin had much thanks to give to them and their astonishing work.

"What's our mission?" Solarin stated as he began to walk forward towards the chair that sat in the middle of the room, taking a seat in it as he stared forward towards the large screen that covered the entire wall at the end of the room, the screen showing the outside. "Hypharin Starfleet told me we would have a mission today, what's our mission--"

"Message for you, sir," One of the operators spoke out, causing Solarin to look slightly towards his right where a rather large screen sat -- no bigger than that of a computer screen. Solarin slowly began to flick his fingers around on the screen before finally, a rather large message appeared on the screen. His eyes quickly scanned through the message, causing his eyes to light up with an excited sort of flare.

"Prepare for an FTL jump to the Scol System!" Solarin shouted out into the bridge, causing every operator to stop what they were doing and turn around, their pair of eyes facing him.

"Yes, sir!" An operator shouted out.

"Please prepare for an FTL jump," A voice spoke over the intercom. "We will be jumping in one minute," Solarin gave a slight nod to himself as he placed both of his hands on the arm rest of the chair, satisfied that the orders he were given were being executed, even if his orders didn't have any sort of context behind them, his crew listened to him.

"Perhaps we should tell them about Sigma?" A rather low-toned voice came from the side of Solarin, causing his head to dart over to his left, over to see his first mate standing there, her white blonde-ish hair catching his attention away from the fact that she had a cigarette in her mouth. Slowly, she moved forward, walking down a few steps before taking a seat in the chair directly in front of Solarin -- although it was two or three feet lower.

"Later, when our mission is fulfilled,"

"Roger that, captain," She said the last word with a sort of rebellious tone. Solarin sighed, not daring to call her out on it. It had been this way for the past month or so. He didn't exactly think that his first mate -- his second-in-command in case anything went wrong with him -- liked him in a professional way or in a non-professional way.

After a moment or two, the Mundus reappeared in the system.

"Multiple other ships detected, captain!" An operator shouted out.

"Friendly?" His first mate yelled out.

"Appears to be, sir!" A different operator spoke out.

"Sarah, do you mind putting out the cigarette?" Solarin asked, only to be met with a rather harsh glare from her. The smoke had begun to annoy Solarin for quite a while, but he hadn't dared to announce it until he had coughed once or twice. He didn't want to perhaps antagonize her, seeing as how the two of them would be working on board the same ship for quite some time.

"The name is commander Loklan, sir," And with that, Loklan took out the cigarette from her lips, holding out her hand before dropping the cigarette to the floor. Solarin gave out a heavy sigh.

"Establish a communications link to the other ships!" Solarin yelled out.

"Yes, sir!" An operator spoke out. "It's done, sir!"

"This is the HYS Mundus," Solarin began. "I am Captain Solarin of this ship--" Solarin stopped himself, having seemingly messed up what he wanted to say. "... The HYS Mundus, reporting in."

Sword Art Online: Neon Colossus

People need to post yo

@Experiment 249

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I think Reap is waiting for someone else to post before she does.