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Ishinomori Academy, a School for Magical Girls and Toku Heroes

Name: Midori Kawamura

Age: 15

Appearance

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Her transformed costume consists of blue boots, a blue knee length skirt, blue top, white cape, and a tiara with a large sapphire on it. She also carries a bow, but no quiver or arrows.

Personality: Midori's defining trait is, well... she's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Many people have made jokes about butterflies or flashlight beams going right through her head, but the truth is, she's just not book smart. Socially (and especially in a fight), she really knows what she's doing.

Heroine Name: Zephyr Blue

Abilities: Midori has a wide range of abilities, all centered around her power of aerokinesis (wind control)
Gust Shot: Her basic attack is a short, sharp gust of wind.
Vortex Blast: A massively upgraded version of Gust Shot, Midori has to plant her feet to brace herself and concentrates all the air around between her hands before releasing it in a tornado-strength assault. This attack takes some time to charge up, and collateral damage is a "how much", not an "if".
Aerial Arrow: Midori conjures a blue arrow of solid air on her bowstring, then draws and fires.
Aerial Arrow Annihilation: Starts off like the normal Aerial Arrow, but Midori fires straight up. The arrow splits into a dozen identical copies, which then rain down on foes. Great for destroying a horde of mooks, but very draining.
Hurricane Shield: Midori's only defensive ability creates swirling wind around her to blow away projectile attacks. Does nothing against magical or melee attacks.
Flight: Like any self-respecting magical girl, Midori can fly, sitting on her bow and using the winds to propel her.

Skills: Midori doesn't have much in the way of mundane skills, but she's a very good painter. She's also beginning judo training, to make her a better fighter if something strips her of her magic.

History: Midori started out life as a plain-Jane girl from Tokyo. She just spent her days hanging out with friends and occasionally working on a new painting. One day, she went to a local jewelry store, buying a silver ring with a fake sapphire on it. What she didn't know (and still doesn't) is that the ring is property of Fujin, and contains a portion of his power.

When she got home and put the ring on her finger to admire it in the mirror, there was a mighty gust of wind and Midori, to her amazement, found herself in a full-blown superhero costume. After that, it was only a matter of time before she got a letter from Ishinomori in the mail.

Other: She's only had her powers for a month now, but she's been experimenting with them and thinking about how she'd use them if push ever came to shove.

She does have one friend named Sakura who knows her secret identity, having managed to catch her transformed once. Midori's promised to call once a week.

Create Your Own Magic User

interested.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

_{in collaboration with @Meiyuki}

"Unlikely Friends"

It was another gorgeous day at Castle Bloodrose. Rebecca had to wonder if there was some sort of spell laid into the masonry to keep the weather constantly beautiful. More likely than not, she surmised. She was lounging in one of the upper rooms, quietly reading an ancient text.

Clarissa's heels made a steady rhythym against the stone of the castle's corridors. Medusa had just informed her than if and when the time came it would fall to her to slay Alphonse. She supposed that made sense, the man's shadow dancing made him an elusive target for anyone else, while her shadow control gave her an indeniable edge against the witch.

She certainly wasn't happy about it though. Alphonse was one of the few left in the castle that still drank to excess and wasn't... stuffy. Clarissa was running low on friends, most witches were too busy with their studies or projects to just relax and enjoy the scenery.

Finally she spied the woman - probably - that she'd been looking for. Rebecca was a necromancer, Clarissa was hoping she'd be able to imbue some of her sentinels with sapience, or at least something close. Alphonse could step through her sentinels after all, but a 'live' one? Necromantic shades were barred to Alphonse, not her.

"Rebecca?" Clarissa did her best not to cringe at the other witch's decay as she approached. "I'm Clarissa, I was hoping you could help me with something."

"Oh, Clarissa. I've seen you around the castle a few times, but we never really spoke." Rebecca looked up from her tome. Rare was the time she was unnerved by someone else's appearance, rather than the other way around, but Clarissa's horns were just so... disturbing. "That depends. What is it that you need, my friend?"

"They tell me you're a necromancer of some skill." Clarissa took a seat near the lich. "I was hoping you'd help me imbue some of my shadow sentinels with sapience, or empower them in some way."

"Sapience?" This was definitely a project that piqued her interest. Few enough witches meddled in such delicate areas of the arcane, but she had the necessary skill set, even if she'd never quite done something like this before. "Yes, I could bind shades to their forms, but I need to know one thing about them. Are you creations more permanent, or are they discarded and reconjured again when needed?"

"They could be permanent I suppose." Clarissa was starting to get strangely interested in what she thought would be a boring ritual performed by a decidedly unsettling witch. "I've normally discarded them, without sapience there's not really much reason not too right?"

"True enough, but that wouldn't work very well. Every time you resummoned them, they'd be the same dumb puppets again. We'd have to do the same thing over and over again." Rebecca shrugged nonchalantly. "Mind you, I still might have to do that. I'm only talented enough to summon three or four shades at once, so we'll have to do them in batches, if you want an army. You can create the first ones while I get my supplies set up." She began rummaging through her robes, taking out a vial of quicksilver, a black candle, several sprigs of flowering yew, and a hawthorn wand.

"Could you make them somewhat resistant to sunlight?" Clarissa asked as she pooled up the shadows around the room, shaping them into tall humanoid figures. She sculpted four in total, investing far more of her energy into them than she was normally willing to part with in such small numbers. Soon enough four tangible silhouettes of black shadow stood in the room. "That would certainly increase their... shelf life?"

"Hmm..." Rebecca seemed lost in thought for a minute. "No, there's nothing I can do to further armor them against the sun, but they will be smart enough to seek protection from it. Did you want the shades of anyone specific, or should I just bind the first ones I could find?"

"Well, I guess I'd prefer soldiers or fighting people." Clarissa scratch the back of her head a little sheepishly. "I'll be the first to admit I'm out of my depth here, but if it's possible I'd like them to have combat experience."

"A simple enough task, then." Rebecca lit her candle, then poured some of the quicksilver onto a yew branch before sticking it in the fire. Her wand glowed with a soft purple light as she used it to draw mystical designs in the smoke.

Her mind seemed to expand dramatically as her consciousness was transported to one of the many, many afterlives. For this particular job, she preferred to use spirits from Asphodel, the Greek Purgatory. Souls in a heaven or hell usually deserved their fates, but here the dead were condemned to the ultimate punishment: eternal boredom. And to think, there were places in Hades' realm considered even worse!

Rebecca could see the life history of every soul play out as a series of disjointed images. She picked out four whose lives had been marked by war, and said, "I bid thee, return." The ghosts were unmoved, so she spoke louder. I bid thee, return!" She'd gotten their attention, at least, but not their obedience. "I bid thee, RETURN!" That did it.

Rebecca's mind snapped back to her physical body as the four shades appeared around her. From here, getting them to meld with Clarissa's shadows was a simple process of blending soul and darkness. "They will obey any commands you give them without question, but can act independently if left to their own devices."

"That... was awesome." Clarissa had watched the scene play out with child-like wonder. This was re al magic? Why hadn't anyone told her it could be so cool!? She turned to Rebecca with sparkling eyes. "How'd you do that!?"

Rebecca blinked a couple of times in surprise. Most of the time, if people didn't run screaming from her at the top of their lungs at first sight, they did after a display of her powers. Yet Clarissa seemed to be impressed, even interested. Necromancy was, ironically enough, a dying art. Too few witches were interested in the discipline, and some feared it might even become a lost branch of magic entirely. If Clarissa was willing to learn, it could be a boon to not only them, but the entire sorority of witches around the globe."I could teach you how do it yourself, if you wish to learn."

"Really!?" Clarissa's eyes widened at the witch's offer. Certainly secrets so grand as those would be more highly guarded right? Either way she wasn't about to pass up on the opportunity to learn to replicate the feat she'd just witnessed. "Yes please! I'd love to learn."

"Then meet me in my room tomorrow morning, 2 hours after sunrise. You will not need to bring anything but your mind and your discipline. What we will be doing is dangerous for one's psyche, and I wish no harm to come to you."

"Thank you!" Clarissa tossed her arms around the other witch in a spontaneous display of gratitude. Bouncing back to her feet she performed a small spin before heading for the door. "I'll have to turn in earlier than usual then, my shadows work best at night so I've been keeping a relatively nocturnal schedule. Small price to pay for knowledge though I'd say. I'll see you then!" She practically skipped out the of the room.

Rebecca's eyes lit up like fireworks when Clarissa left. She'd gained a pupil, and perhaps a friend. The former was not near as valuable as the latter.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Here you go, Mei.

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Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

We can try if you want to.

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Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Ellion @Aerandir Since we're all here, think we should advance the Phagora/Alexina/Taran segment?

Journey of the Planeswalkers (A Magic: The Gathering Role Play) - Applications open!

honestly, I thought it had died. Continue without me.

Dresden Files Anyone?

Up for anything.

Dresden Files Anyone?

Oh, god, here we go again. What can I say? I'm a masochist ;) In.

The Last Alliance- Always Accepting!

"Elves, huh? Welcome aboard, in any case." Penny nodded as Al volunteered to go scouting. "Good idea. I've got plenty of intel on the vamps themselves, but not much on the hideout. Nosferatu strain. Just be warned, their hearing is far better than the average human. They're mildly telekinetic, too. Not enough to throw a human around like a rag doll, but they can put you in a psychic stranglehold. If you get caught, run for sunlight, but it will only slow them down. It will not ash them."

Penny then turned to the others. "There's a reason all that folklore about silver hurting werewolves and garlic killing vampires survived, folks. It works. Now, I don't use holy water myself. Interferes with my magic too much. But I've got a nice stock of everything else, along with a couple old pistols and swords. Pick and choose, everybody." For herself, Penny selected a .38 caliber pistol. No silver bullets, but regular old lead would ruin the bats' day pretty effectively too. "We move out as soon as he gets back."