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Gonna be without power for a bit today, apologies if I don't speak much.
8 yrs ago
Have a few days off. Look for posts for sure today & tomorrow!
8 yrs ago
Just found out an online friend I used to RP with passed away very suddenly and unexpectedly. Didn't know them super well, but the news is saddening all the same =(
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8 yrs ago
Family ate Thanksgiving a night early because of schedules. Will be tending to all my various posts tomorrow since I'll have time to do so!
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Bio
Long timer roleplayer, been at it for... god, almost 15 years now all told. Hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but I like to think I've improved somewhat steadily as time has gone on.
I generally like to play older characters, or at least toward the higher end of an age range. Also, just about all of my characters are caring and protective in some capacity, even the rare meanie that I make.
I play a mixture of male and female characters. I myself am a guy.
Generally speaking I try to post at least once per week.
While the others took their turns, said their goodbyes, and quite literally took their number, Alexander quietly stood there with his brow furrowed in thought. Somebody had to stay here. Some sort of screwed up price for trying to get where they were going. Like everything else, to him it was more than a little ridiculous on principle alone. Tolls for passing through territory were nothing new of course, but demanding an entire person was unheard of. Plus, if passing through your territory was required to get to something important, it was generally agreed upon that making sure nothing went wrong with that important thing was part of your responsibility- or it was where he came from, anyway. And now, because of this, Hannah was planning on resigning herself to living in this dreary place ruled by jackasses.
He wanted to volunteer himself. Sure, the place was awful and dull, and he would never sleep right knowing how petty and stupid whoever ran the place was, but at least he'd have a piece of home in Wash. It would of course mean giving up his right to go home, but realistically speaking what were the odds of that anyway? How many people actually went home, and how many just learned to accept living in that boring place and 'graduated' that way? Would it really be that much of a loss for him? At the moment, he didn't think so.
But, before he could give his thoughts a voice, he looked Hannah in the eye and shut his mouth. She was resolved in doing this; he could see it in the way she looked back at him. He could object all he wanted, but he just knew that she would not move no matter what he said. And, well, that was something he had to respect.
"You've made up your mind then," he said unquestioningly as he walked toward her, "Alright then. Tell Wash I said hi, and that he's to make sure you get along here or else, right?"
He leaned in a little closer and spoke in an almost inaudible whisper, only for her to hear. "If I ever find my door, we're coming back for Wash. And for you."
And then he turned and took the the ledge at a run, vaulting over the parapet and into the unknown descent. The number ticked to 3.
• Bio: Lucia was always taught that the blood of heroes ran in her veins. Her family has a long history of military service, dating all the way back to the Napoleonic Wars, culminating in her Great Grandfather earning a rank of Commander in the Legion of Honor during the Second World War. Being told of the family history in her childhood did much to inspire her to follow suit. And when it so happened that she benefited from the effects of the Second Genesis, she saw her chance to do so... were it not for one problem.
That problem was her latent ability. It allowed her to generate energy from herself, but not in any way that was useful. And it seemed no amount of personal practice would be changing that. Given this, it seemed to Lucia her chances of gaining entrance to any academy was slim and none. In her disappointment, however, her childhood friend who had a gift for research and development approached her and her family with an idea; he had designs on a device that could utilize Lucia's ability as a power source and shape it into powerful tools that would enable her to follow the path she wanted. It took some pleading from Lucia herself, but eventually her friend was given permission, not to mention a large chunk of cash, to develop a prototype. Mercifully, it worked as planned, and with it in hand Lucia was off to pursue acceptance into the academy.
Combat Info
• Psychic Drive: Lucia's drive allows her to generate and project a form of energy similar to that used by beam weapons, but on her own it is spread so thinly and disperses so easily that it only registers as light radiation and cannot be used for much. With the help of her Armament, however... • Armament: Maltet- Less of a weapon and more of a support device, Lucia's Armament is a set of armor (shown in her picture) and a sword hilt that act as both limiters and an array of focusing irises for her ability; when active, they compress and confine the energy she projects into usable formats. With the help from Maltet she's able to use her ability to deploy barriers for protection, booster flares for bursts of speed, and a powerful beam saber for striking her enemies.
• Extra: Lucia's Theme Lucia is taller than most women, standing 6'0" Her Drive burns calories like nobody's business when in use, which leads to her being a big eater and keeping her shape without really trying.
• Sample Post:
"Lucia, are you sure you're ready? There may not be any going back after this..."
Javert's concerned voice came through the intercom of the test chamber as Lucia finished adjusting the devices he'd presented to her. His worrying was sweet, really. It made her smile to know he cared about her. But there was something that needed doing here. "Javert," she replied, "I've been waiting for this moment for six months, if you try to find an excuse to stop it now I'll pummel you!"
"Ack!" he exclaimed, "Okay, okay! But remember it's just a prototype, so if you feel anything, and I mean ANYTHING not going right or you feel like you're in danger, we're stopping this immediately! I don't want you to-"
"You don't want me to get hurt," she cut in, "Yes yes I know, and that's adorable. I'll hug you for it when I step out there after a successful test. Now let's go!"
"Oh alright. I'm going to unlock the power supply so they start powering themselves..."
"Wait, I thought they were supposed to use my ability for power?"
"They will, but that's the part I already know I can do. I'm not adding it until I know the rest of the array works correctly. Hold still, I'm flipping the switch now..."
Shortly thereafter the audible humming of a generator stirring to life filled the room. Lucia turned her head to look at the cables that fell down from the items she wore and snaked along the floor, as if expecting to see the electricity flow through them to the devices. They were clunky and sat awkwardly on her form, not to mention they were heinously ugly. Like giant chunks of scrap metal that had been beaten into shape. Javert had made profuse assurances under her skeptical glare that the final product would look the part and that this was just to see if the function was viable, but she had her doubts.
Finally the humming settled in and the intercom activated again. "Okay," her childhood friend said, "We're green across the board. For start, just activate your ability, and we'll go from there."
"Okay," she replied, steadying her breathing and closing her eyes, "Here goes."
Lucia was intimately familiar with how her power felt. When she was releasing it, it felt as if bursts of heat were echoing off of her form into the surrounding air. She remembered hating the feeling. Hating it because for all its bluster and heat, it was ultimately worthless for nearly anything. And as she gently willed it to come out again, she fully expected the dreadful heat to come right back, same as always. And for a brief moment, it did just that- before abruptly stopping. Lucia opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the devices in awe. They too were starting to hum, and some lights along the side were now glowing a bluish green color.
"Lucia!" Javert called, "Is everything alright?!"
"Fine!" she cried back excitedly, "Better than fine! Everything's wonderful!"
"Great! Okay, I'm going to walk you through some things, we're going to see if everything works..."
Roughly an hour later she was leaving the chamber, exhausted with a small burn on one arm but otherwise unharmed. Javert met her at the door with a sandwich, a glass of water, and a chair to sit down in. "Sorry about that bit at the end," he said, "I didn't realize the energy build-up would be that intense. But I have an idea for how to handle it that I think you're going to like!"
"Oh?" Lucia replied between bites of food, "And what might that be?"
Gods, but the air was perfect up here. The wind was blowing, there was neither ground nor building to either side, and if Alexander didn't keep a hold of himself he was likely to leap off the edge and whistle for Julie. Although, he DID seem to remember Kade mentioning that they would be jumping at some point... He put those thoughts away for the moment, however, as he watched Sumi fumble around like a blind beggar in the air. He was going to ask what she was doing, but then she seemed to find something as a searing bright light emerged around her hands and the air began to grow hotter.
Alexander was no stranger to seeing through bright lights, so it took him a little less time than most to notice the number. Six. Now what on earth could that mean, he asked himself quietly. And now the air was turning icy cold. Almost as if the number had sucked up all the heat that had poured out and then some. But how could that be?
In no time at all the invaders had seen fit to encroach upon their position. The flight deck was soon nearly surrounded by batches of spider-like metallic monsters with glowing orange eyes to give them away. The reason for glow was clear almost immediately, and as Tian came under fire on one side of the formation Lucia found herself staring down laser blasts on the other. She had little time to react, but it was enough to throw out her hand and call forth a glowing green half dome of energy as Maltet flared to life. The barrier pulsed as the lasers impacted it, but amid the steam that erupted from the heat and the rain her defense held. With a swipe of the same hand the shield condensed itself, forming a singular aegis on Lucia's arm as her plasma sword surged with power and she ran forward, slashing through some of the slower small invaders as Mavis and Tian engaged the larger opponents.
At that point, Subaru called out to point to the far end of the rig, where she reported a functioning elevator to go farther in- provided its gatekeeper was dealt with. Lucia turned her head to take stock of things, and her mind raced to determine a course of action. The hostages- and whatever it was that Subaru had to do- needed to be reached and rescued, that much was true, but with an enemy assault ongoing and the gunship unable to provide combat support the landing zone would need to be monitored and a perimeter established. Wide open spaces with an emphasis on entrenching on one hand, tighter corridors with a demand for haste on the other.
"D'accord!" she yelled over the storm, "Subaru and four others, on me and into the rig! Everyone else, keep the LZ secure and ready to receive hostages! Allons-y!"
The light of her armor grew brighter still, a bright green comet amid Tian's fires as she charged toward the elevator. The invader before her fired at a steady rate, but as she continued to draw closer with no sign of stopping as the laser broke harmlessly on her shield it began to fire less intense blasts faster and faster, almost as if it was panicking. When she had closed to less than 20 yards Lucia coiled her legs and jumped, high into the air, dismissing her shield and taking hold of her sword with both hands. Energy surged into the blade as it grew from a longsword to a bastard sword to a zweihander and then larger still, crackling with emerald lightning before she began her descent.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
With a great crash to rival the thunder in the skies above the blonde Striker slammed her weapon down atop the invader- or perhaps slammed it through the invader was more apt, as when the flash of the impact erupted and faded away it split cleanly in half down its middle and collapsed into a heap in front of her. Lucia rose to a standing position once again, reducing her weapon to a more managable size as she surveyed the area for any more surprises, then continued moving. The elevator was ahead...
Well friends, in light of an apparent complete loss of interest in almost all players, I think I'm going to close this one down for now. Maybe it needs some revamping, or perhaps I need to be better at communicating, I do not know. But if I decide to relaunch it down the road, all of you are welcome to join with your same characters. Happy RPing, and thank you for your time.
"Talons, and I thought the Stormwall was temperamental with its weather," Alexander said as he quickly sloughed off his jacket in the face of the now scorching heat. The group trudged along beneath it, everybody now sweating and panting- save for Wash. In fact, he didn't seem bothered by the heat at all- a far cry from the lad Alexander remembered. Either he'd toughened up considerably in the last year or so, or whoever was willing to go to war over food was screwing with them and leaving him out of it. Quite possibly both. He stood there right as rain, not bothered at al by the scorching heat as he took a swig from a canteen, then extended it toward Alexander. For a brief moment, muscle memory took over- when your shipmate offered you some water on a hot day, by the sky you accepted it.
"Top mast of you mate, I'm parch-" he managed to say before his brain caught up with everything, "Wait. Wash. Where's the water from?"
Wash looked at him confused for a moment, and in the silence Alexander thought he could almost hear the gears in Wash's head clicking. "Oh!" the lad said in sudden clarity, "Right, yeah, it would be from here, wouldn't it? Haha, whoops. Sorry, wasn't thinking was I?" he said almost sheepishly as he took the canteen back.
"Ah, don't ruffle your feathers," Alexander replied jovially, "Neither of us knew it meant droppings until today."
A short while later and they stood in front of a magical extending ladder that the girls were climbing up ahead of them. "Welp," Wash began to say, "I guess this is goodbye. Again. At least I get to say it this time, eh?"
"Ah, don't be like that Wash," Alexander said as he suddenly pulled the younger boy into a headlock and playfully rubbed his fist on Wash's scalp, "Until today you were a dead man, who the hell knows what'll happen next?"
With the deft movements of a sky sailor Alexander began to nimbly clamber up the ladder after releasing Wash. He all but leapt up the first few, then turned and hung off of it by his one hand so he could turn back to his old buddy. "At the very least I'll try and make one last stop-in once we're done. Sit tight, I doubt it'll be long, yeah?"
"Yeah," Wash said, his glumness evident, "Good luck, with whatever it is!"
"Bah, you know what we always used to say! Luck's got nothing to do with it!"
With that, Alexander put two fingers to his own forehead, flicked them away in an ultra casual salute, then returned to his climb two rungs at a time until he was at the top.
A blade is only as sharp as the eyes that guide its course.
Important Stuff
|| Shimura Kanzaki ||
The Sword Girl
|| GENDER ||
Female
|| AGE ||
13
|| RANK ||
Genin
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Stands 5'3", weight is listed as "Asking a lady that is improper." She typically wears black clothing, preferring looser clothes as seen above at home but wearing a sleeker, more form fitting variant for training and missions. Ties her hair into two tails in both cases, likes to wear it long.
Personality Stuff
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
+Dedicated -Stubborn +Attentive to Detail -Quick to Judge
|| PERSONALITY ||
Kanzaki is an intelligent and passionate young lady, and her passion can often outweigh her smarts. She's very analytical, but because of that she's also very prone to jumping to conclusions based on what she observes and sticking to that until directly proven wrong. Mercifully, she retains an open mind when it comes to training- for the most part- otherwise she'd be impossible to teach. In spite of her flaws however, Kanzaki is a spirited girl who, once she finds a cause, will champion it with everything she has, come hell or high water.
|| QUIRKS ||
● Will tightly grip the hilt of her sword when nervous ● Is easily distracted outside of combat by exotic or unusual weaponry
|| HOBBIES ||
● Kendo ● Poetry ● Reading ● Swimming
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ Sunsets on a waterfront + Flowers in bloom + Full Moon Nights - Reptiles - Incessant Noises - People that trash talk kenjutsu
Backstory Stuff
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Kanzaki's childhood isn't an overly remarkable one. She was born to a former ANBU operative who was discharged after losing his arm on a mission and settled down with his sweetheart shortly thereafter. While she was growing up her father would regale her with stories from his ninja missions, or at least the ones he could disclose, and it inspired her to want to become a shinobi herself. More than that, however, she found herself drawn to swords and their use as a matter of course. To facilitate that, her father found a suitable kenjutsu teacher to instruct her in the basic techniques, and she trained under him all while going through the academy. When she graduated, her teacher told her she had learned well, but now the greatest teacher awaited her- the world itself as she searched for her own way in it.
|| RELEASE TYPE ||
Wind Release At this point she only knows the basic academy techniques, choosing instead to focus on her sword skills. -She's learning (slowly) how to apply the Flying Swallow technique to her sword. So far she has yet to fully demonstrate the technique for any length of time.
Long timer roleplayer, been at it for... god, almost 15 years now all told. Hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but I like to think I've improved somewhat steadily as time has gone on.
I generally like to play older characters, or at least toward the higher end of an age range. Also, just about all of my characters are caring and protective in some capacity, even the rare meanie that I make.
I play a mixture of male and female characters. I myself am a guy.
Generally speaking I try to post at least once per week.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Long timer roleplayer, been at it for... god, almost 15 years now all told. Hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but I like to think I've improved somewhat steadily as time has gone on.<br><br>I generally like to play older characters, or at least toward the higher end of an age range. Also, just about all of my characters are caring and protective in some capacity, even the rare meanie that I make. <br><br>I play a mixture of male and female characters. I myself am a guy.<br><br>Generally speaking I try to post at least once per week. </div>
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