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Akame ga Kill: A New Dawn [Always Open]

Icarus d'Arc

Nickname/Alias: 'The Dragon of Night Raid'

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Night Raid

Wanted Poster: Dragon-form only

Personality: Although actually very caring and somewhat prone to emotional spikes, Icarus exercises great control over his emotions. He comes across as calm, analytical and intelligent with a kind and caring side to him sometimes coming through, mainly around his family in Night Raid or those that need comfort in times of difficulty. This, however, is offset by how quickly he can transition to a cold, apathetic state when angered. He becomes merciless and efficient in battle, and won't hesitate to eliminate an enemy in the most effective way possible irrespective of personal honour or sacrifices. He does have boundaries though, and will never willingly harm an innocent person even if they defend an assassination target or call the guards against him.

He can, when under great stress or emotional assault, enter a more feral state due to the influence of his Imperial Arms, in which he throws away all morality and can perform acts he would normally detest, including taking hostages to manipulate a target or putting innocents in danger to facilitate his own escape. If not calmed by a close ally, he will keep going until he burns himself out, and will feel great guilt when his rational mind has returned to him.

Likes: Sparring, Chess, Coffee

Dislikes: Extortion, Alcohol, Drugs

Fears: Frequently plagued with nightmares as he battles with the Tyrant's lingering instincts, and deeply fears losing control of his draconic abilities.

Brief Bio: Icarus never knew his biological father, but he raised by his step-father, a kind-hearted merchant named Alexander Trystan, and his mother Lilianna d'Arc, Heiress to the d'Arc Family, a minor noble lineage. Along with his two-year younger sister, Jeanne, the family lived a quiet but happy life in a town near the eastern border of the Empire. He spent a lot of time with a local girl named Lexa Strauss and they became close friends, falling in love not long after. However, Icarus only a teen when a dark secret was finally brought to light.

Aged just 15, he learned the truth about his father: The man that gave him half his blood was a soldier at the time, who had gotten drunk and preyed upon whatever woman he could find. He had cornered and raped his mother, resulting in her pregnancy with Icarus. The shame and guilt he saw in his mother as she told him formed a hatred in him and after 4 years of training under a retired veteran from a nearby village, he left his hometown to hunt down his real father. Before he left, however, he proposed to Lexa and they agreed to be married once he returned.

He returned 6 months later, only to find his town under attack. Half the homes were on fire, and the corpses of people he had grown up with littered the streets as Imperial soldiers slaughtered and pillaged as they pleased. He rushed home, only to be greeted by his parents lying dead in the snow as his home burned in front of him. He heard his sister scream and fought his way to her. What he found lit an untold rage: soldiers were taking it in turns to rape both Lexa and Jeanne as they screamed and cried for help. Icarus saw red and immediately attacked them, killing as many as he could with whatever he could find.

Despite this, there was little he could do as they cut him down and let him for dead, alongside the broken and lifeless bodies of the two girls he failed to protect. As he lay bleeding, he became aware of a faint 'calling' and he dragged himself towards it, even though he had no idea why. Following his compulsion, he found an old family heirloom: a dark wooden box branded with a strange symbol, with no visible locks or openings. During the fight, however, the box had been smashed open, revealing what was inside: a dark-colored heart with blackened veins. Despite being sealed in a box for untold years, it looked as fresh as a heart cut straight from a fresh kill. He was struck an overwhelming urge to consume it, and when he did his body was seized in unbearable pain as he transformed for the first time.

After getting used the power, he began to terrorise the Empire as revenge, slaughtering garrisons and murdering corrupt officials for just over 2 years before laying low for a few years as he struggled against the Tyrant's instincts. He join up with Night Raid just under 2 years ago, but has managed to avoid getting a Wanted Poster by making sure no-one that saw his face survived long enough to tell any-one.

Imperial Arms Name: Tyrant's Heart: Fafnir

Imperial Arms Description:

Tattoo

This Tattoo, located directly over his heart, symbolises the presence of his Imperial Arms and its draconic nature. It is coloured onyx black, but emitted a blood-red light during transformations.

Transformed state

Draconic Physiology - Amplifies his physical traits like strength, speed and agility, as well as forming draconic armour around his arms, legs and torso (including wings) but leaves the abdomen vulnerable
Predatory Senses - Self-explanatory, grants much sharper senses.
Evolutionary Abilities - With extended exposure, he can adapt his body to better resist hostile conditions (including enemy attacks), much like the Tyrant could in life.
Supplementary Weapons 'Balmung' - Upon initial usage, Balmung took the form of a draconic sword, but can take on other forms if needed. This is mainly done manually, but can evolve itself during periods of heightened emotion. Known forms include a halberd, greatsword, dual swords, katana and even a few firearms copied from the Empire's soldiers, namely dual handguns, an automatic rifle and a sniper rifle.

Fusion - Great care must be taken to prevent the wielder from merging with the Imperial Arm and becoming a new Tyrant. This risk is most prominent during extended or frequent use of Fafnir's Trump Card, and this should be avoided at all cost.

Imperial Arms Trump Card:
Draconic Manifestation - By tapping deeper into the Tyrant's power, all of his normal abilities increase 2-, 5- or 10-fold. As a trade-off, he becomes more and more susceptible to feral, berserker rage as he struggles against a stronger influence from the Tyrant, and is likely to blackout once the effect is dispelled . The longer he uses his trump card for and the stronger the boost in power, the longer he blacks out for.

Extra: Because his Wanted Poster only shows a vague description of his dragon form, it can't be used to identify him in his normal form. As a result, he is able to go into public without being recognised.

Akame ga Kill: A New Dawn [Always Open]

@Agent 47 He probably does, but his dragon form looks different enough that it doesn't match his normal appearance

Yandere Simulator: the Next Generation

I thought this had already died off, and I think most people have probably jumped ship

Akame ga Kill: A New Dawn [Always Open]

Icarus d'Arc

Nickname/Alias: 'The Dragon of Night Raid'

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Night Raid

Personality: Although actually very caring and somewhat prone to emotional spikes, Icarus exercises great control over his emotions. He comes across as calm, analytical and intelligent with a kind and caring side to him sometimes coming through, mainly around his family in Night Raid or those that need comfort in times of difficulty. This, however, is offset by how quickly he can transition to a cold, apathetic state when angered. He becomes merciless and efficient in battle, and won't hesitate to eliminate an enemy in the most effective way possible irrespective of personal honour or sacrifices. He does have boundaries though, and will never willingly harm an innocent person even if they defend an assassination target or call the guards against him.

He can, when under great stress or emotional assault, enter a more feral state due to the influence of his Imperial Arms, in which he throws away all morality and can perform acts he would normally detest, including taking hostages to manipulate a target or putting innocents in danger to facilitate his own escape. If not calmed by a close ally, he will keep going until he burns himself out, and will feel great guilt when his rational mind has returned to him.

Likes: Sparring, Chess, Coffee

Dislikes: Extortion, Alcohol, Drugs

Fears: Frequently plagued with nightmares as he battles with the Tyrant's lingering instincts, and deeply fears losing control of his draconic abilities.

Brief Bio: Icarus never knew his biological father, but he raised by his step-father, a kind-hearted merchant named Alexander Trystan, and his mother Lilianna d'Arc, Heiress to the d'Arc Family, a minor noble lineage. Along with his two-year younger sister, Jeanne, the family lived a quiet but happy life in a town near the eastern border of the Empire. He spent a lot of time with a local girl named Lexa Strauss and they became close friends, falling in love not long after. However, Icarus only a teen when a dark secret was finally brought to light.

Aged just 15, he learned the truth about his father: The man that gave him half his blood was a soldier at the time, who had gotten drunk and preyed upon whatever woman he could find. He had cornered and raped his mother, resulting in her pregnancy with Icarus. The shame and guilt he saw in his mother as she told him formed a hatred in him and after 4 years of training under a retired veteran from a nearby village, he left his hometown to hunt down his real father. Before he left, however, he proposed to Lexa and they agreed to be married once he returned.

He returned 6 months later, only to find his town under attack. Half the homes were on fire, and the corpses of people he had grown up with littered the streets as Imperial soldiers slaughtered and pillaged as they pleased. He rushed home, only to be greeted by his parents lying dead in the snow as his home burned in front of him. He heard his sister scream and fought his way to her. What he found lit an untold rage: soldiers were taking it in turns to rape both Lexa and Jeanne as they screamed and cried for help. Icarus saw red and immediately attacked them, killing as many as he could with whatever he could find.

Despite this, there was little he could do as they cut him down and let him for dead, alongside the broken and lifeless bodies of the two girls he failed to protect. As he lay bleeding, he became aware of a faint 'calling' and he dragged himself towards it, even though he had no idea why. Following his compulsion, he found an old family heirloom: a dark wooden box branded with a strange symbol, with no visible locks or openings. During the fight, however, the box had been smashed open, revealing what was inside: a dark-colored heart with blackened veins. Despite being sealed in a box for untold years, it looked as fresh as a heart cut straight from a fresh kill. He was struck an overwhelming urge to consume it, and when he did his body was seized in unbearable pain as he transformed for the first time.

After getting used the power, he began to terrorise the Empire as revenge, slaughtering garrisons and murdering corrupt officials for just over 2 years before laying low for a few years as he struggled against the Tyrant's instincts. He join up with Night Raid just under 2 years ago, but has managed to avoid getting a Wanted Poster by making sure no-one that saw his face survived long enough to tell any-one.

Imperial Arms Name: Tyrant's Heart: Fafnir

Imperial Arms Description:

Tattoo

This Tattoo, located directly over his heart, symbolises the presence of his Imperial Arms and its draconic nature. It is coloured onyx black, but emitted a blood-red light during transformations.

Transformed state

Draconic Physiology - Amplifies his physical traits like strength, speed and agility, as well as forming draconic armour around his arms, legs and back (including wings)
Predatory Senses - Self-explanatory, grants much sharper senses.
Evolutionary Abilities - With extended exposure, he can adapt his body to better resist hostile conditions (including enemy attacks), much like the Tyrant could in life.
Supplementary Weapons 'Balmung' - Upon initial usage, Balmung took the form of a draconic sword, but can take on other forms if needed. This is mainly done manually, but can evolve itself during periods of heightened emotion. Known forms include a halberd, greatsword, dual swords, katana and even an automatic rifle copied from the Empire's soldiers.

Fusion - Great care must be taken to prevent the wielder from merging with the Imperial Arm and becoming a new Tyrant. This risk is most prominent during extended or frequent use of Fafnir's Trump Card, and this should be avoided at all cost.

Imperial Arms Trump Card:
Draconic Manifestation - By tapping deeper into the Tyrant's power, all of his normal abilities increase 2-, 5- or 10-fold. As a trade-off, he becomes more and more susceptible to feral, berserker rage as he struggles against a stronger influence from the Tyrant, and is likely to blackout once the effect is dispelled . The longer he uses his trump card for and the stronger the boost in power, the longer he blacks out for.

Extra:

I could probably do with a better name, but none come to mind

Superhero Story set in Renaissance Italy

@Reflection I was thinking swords and muskets anyway, maybe firearms if it's more modern

Akame ga Kill: A New Dawn [Always Open]

You still looking for people? I've got an idea I'd like to try if you're cool with it. It's basically a cross between Incursio and Lionelle.
Using Tyrant's Heart as a catalyst, it grants superior physical abilities, senses and armour, as well as the Tyrant's evolutionary abilities, but at the expense of less armour and more difficulty controlling it.

I'll probably call it something like Tyrant's Heart: Fafnir, with a supplementary weapon called Balmung or Gramr

Superhero Story set in Renaissance Italy

This seems interesting, might have an idea for a hero that can create/summon weapons

In Defense Against Purity (high casual)

Now that the servers aren't playing up, we can try getting back into this

What I can tell about the prisoner's song choice is that:

He hates the non-human DNA inside of him because of the prejudice it could bring, demonising it as monstrous and desperate to be accepted by the ones that would discriminate him or view him as 'unworthy' of their version of salvation or paradise.

He is very determined to go against 'the world' (AKA the world that accepts and respects non-humans), despite feeling powerless in the face of the opposition. This likely sparked a need to gain power by joining with those of similar mindsets, like the City of Claus.

My character, given his experiences, would likely know/ be able to infer this much but, given that he's not a trained psychologist, anything more detailed would probably be out of reach for him.

Star Wars: Alt History

@Reflection

Standing in the Sith Lord's shadow, Khyrr found it harder to breathe than he had before. This was probably pretty normal for someone under the scrutiny of the most feared and second-most powerful man in the Galactic Empire, but it was still pretty unnerving. His focus was solely on the figure standing before him, offering Khyrr his own life in exchange for those of countless men and women fighting simply for freedom. He barely even flinched at the chorus of blasterfire, his heart too loud in his ears. It came down to a simply choice: Die here, accomplishing nothing or Live on, a durasteel leash around his neck as Vader's secret Attack dog. A singular, metallic voice whispered in his ear, breaking his stupor.

"Directive: This unit is directed to ensure the survival of its direct superior at all costs, no matter what actions it must undertake to do so. Suggestion: Take the deal, Sir. I can calculate a 1 to 98 trillion chance of survival otherwise."

His head turned sharply to HK before he closed his eyes and gave a small nod. A silent string of unspoken curses in his head, Khyrr turned back to Vader just as he began to count down, cutting in just before his count ran out. He forced down the feeling of suffocating despair he could feel encroaching as the words began to fall from his mouth and Ignored the looks of rage, sorrow and betrayal from the rebels around him. As tall-dark-and-scary had said, he wasn't fighting for an ideal, he was fighting for a paycheck, a means to survive. And saying no to the man holding you at gunpoint was certainly not a decision would likely survive.

"Fine, I'll do it. Not like I'll walk away alive if I don't. Just don't expect any of that 'Lord Vader' crap, and I'll need my ship repaired. Anything else'll be shot down the moment I enter a rebel system."

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

Having rested for a while, Ryuu's Aura had recovered enough to begin working on the stitched wound marring his side by the time the job request had come through. It wasn't enough for him to utilise his Semblance as he pleased, but it was good enough that he wouldn't have to worry about it by the time he arrived at the mission location. Using the supplies he had brought with him, he filled the 4 Dust reserves on Ryujin with Burn, Lightning, Freeze and Earth, moving the Gravity Dust to top up the reserve tank responsible for powering his quick-draw technique.

His weapon adequately re-filled, he slipped a number of uncut Dust Crystals into a pouch on his left hip, Catalysts for his Semblance should he need them, and slipped out of the Inn room he had been staying at. He stopped briefly to collected his washed and repaired robes from the Innkeeper's daughter, who had offered to clean and stitch them while he rested, before heading out towards the centre of the village. As he walked, he noticed that the blacksmith's shop was still quite busy and inadvertently drifted closer in time to overhear one of the gathered patrons, a Huntress with a robust physical build, introduce herself. The blue girl from before spoke up, and the Mistralese took the opportunity to move closer to the group. Once she had finished speaking, he waited a second before introducing himself with a slight bow.

"Room for a lone swordsman? Ironiji Ryuu, Beacon Academy."