Silver Carrot

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

I genuinely can't decide which deity to take so I'll leave it to the deities themselves

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

@SilverPaw

I love this character and I think it'd be cool if Kyouka and Ryoko went to the same school and Ryoko, her sickeningly talented kohai, was one of the girls Kyouka was frequently compared to. It'd make a possible reuinion very fun.

Teenage Ryoko

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Kawaguchi Ryoko

Real World

"Sometimes the blind hope that tomorrow will be better is all you have available to you to get through today."

Age: 22

Appearance: Ryoko is a girl who in another timeline may have had something you could call a plain, understated 'girl next door' charm. As it stands, between her chubby figure, bags under her eyes and the little twitches in her body language that betray that she's just barely holding it all together, she is a girl more to be pitied that admired. Though not unapproachable, she is not somebody who gives the impression that approaching them would be very fruitful. She smiles in public often during interactions, but seldom genuinely.

Job: IT Support/Network Administrator

Cause of Death Hit by truck-kun

Background: Ryoko was a bright and creative kid who loved technology. She got the best grades of her year in high school and went to college, working from home part-time as an IT support and administrator for a large company to pay the bills while she studied. Work and study quickly overtook her life, and to unwind she devited the rest of her free time to anime and video games. She lost contact with most if not all of her acquaintances and quickly started putting on weight. By the time she was in her third year of college, she was clinically depressed.

She kept telling herself that it would all be worth it. Two more years of this life and then she would be done with education, could quit her stressful, low-paying, high-responsibility job, and finally get full-time employment for better pay and start her career. The whole world was ahead of her. She could join a gym and lose all this weight, maybe even start dating for the first time ever. She just needed to finish college.

She continued to struggle, getting unhappier and unhappier. Her attitude at work began to suffer and she was fired after a very heated phonecall with some of the senior employees regarding their systems going down, which they had used her as a scapegoat for. She decided he had just enough saving left to get through college if she borrowed from her parents with the promise to pay them back.

She pushed through, and put her blood, sweat and tears into her dissertation. Only three months away from the deadline, where she would then be free, she was crossing the road one night, walking back from the library in a tired daze. A zombie on autopilot. She didn't see the crossing lights turn red....or the truck.

Vecta Form

Appearance: Same as up top. Mention any information not visible in the above picture.

Race: What race were you reincarnated as?

Deity: Which god visited you? Morganna or Drasil?

Weapons/Tools: How is your character defending himself/herself? Are you a physical fighter or more of a magic user?

Likes: List some things your character likes
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Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
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Quirks: Add some details that make your character unique! Can be an odd habit or just some information not revealed in the image or the backstory!
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Skills: Leave this page blank at the start. These will be the initial skills acquired as part of your reincarnation and will be based on your character's last wishes/regrets. Will be determined between you and the GM after the RP has begun!

Here we go! My original plan was male NEET reincarnated as a female creature but I just couldn't get the right appearence/pic for the concept I wanted so I just decided to make them already female

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Pictures of young neets are wierd because it's either 'thin tall attractive guy who's just a bit scruffy' or '17 stone Ugly Bastard fuckin' pre-isekai Rudeus' and there is no middle ground

'Reincarnated as an Otome Game's Villainess'; the RP

Little bump

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

I'm trying to decide now much of a neet I want my neet

Children of the Otherwold (An isekai rp with a twist!)

I like this idea and I even like the creative challenge of getting stuff assigned to me. But my big concern right now is actually this talk of it beng a sandbox. I hope there will still be the chance for regular character interactions because if I wanted to just write about my character doing cool stuff on their own, I'd write a story. I'm here to RP lol

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Lhoren Ashdale

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Evening ◈ Weather: Light Rain ◈Location: Harold's Academy, Hallways ◈
Participants: Lhoren Ashdale @Silver Carrot, Myrion Stevar @Teyao, Fasha Sumbul
@jasbraq ◈

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While Gewalt freed the trapped student from the rubble, Lhoren was surveying the surrounding area for both any approaching enemies, or any other people in need of rescuing. She managed to sense one. There was a first year hiding in a stairwell near their location. She quickly and easily sent the girl instructions to get up and look for the shelter squad, and told them exactly where they were, with assurances that the coast was clear. After a few seconds, she sensed that the girl hadn't moved, so like, Raff, implanted the thought into her head that she could and would build up the courage to move to safety. Satisfied, Lhoren returned her focus to her current location.

She responded to Myrion telepathically when she heard his message to her. "Of course. I can assure you the rest of them already are focused. Having doubts and fears is normal in this situation but I can already hear their will to be strong and carry on without any of my help. At least so far. I'll keep my mind open for any changes."

She then sent as message to Fasha, like Myrion had suggested. "If anyone in this group loses heart or gets too scared, can I count on you to, um, lift their spirts?" she asked telepathically.

Suddenly, she could sense a group of Pupa. Thinking quickly, she implanted a thought into the heads of all of them; 'Attack the right flank.'

She then broadcast a message to everyone around her while the pupa were still out of range.

"Pupa are coming! I've made them all attack the right flank so they can't take us by surprise! Aarakocra and Yazu, keep them at bay from the rest of us! Fasha, make them afraid if you can! Terren, trap them and then go and help Myron and Gewalt with the rubble. Gati, go with them and bring the student in the rubble to Sabunta when they're free. We need Myrion and Gewalt back here. Kynigo, is anyone hurt up ahead? I can't sense any conscious minds."

Titans of Gotham

The elevator to the floor with the break room dinged as the doors opened and Natalie walked out, yawning. She’d been out all night undercover as a random young partying punk, which was admittedly an easy role for her to get into character for. She’d rounded up some names of the street-level dealers who sold slappers directly to the customers, but still no leads on who was supplying them, and said dealers were completely in the dark too. She’d have to try to catch a supply run and tail the supplier, but whoever was behind this was being more careful than that. The police had probably already tried sting operations better planned out than what she was doing, but they had to start somewhere.

She was glad that not only was there a ground level garage where she could park her bike, but she’d been gifted one of Robin’s old bikes, with a paint job, to use during superhero activities. Natalie hadn’t tried any of that bike’s unique features or gadgets yet but she was excited to play around with it when she wasn’t going incognito.

As it was 9am, the only one currently in the break room was Jeremy. She waved at him as she put her phone on charge and then crashed on the sofa beside his. “Good morning,” she greeted with a wry, sarcastic smile. “The club didn’t close until 6am. Hero work sure is tiring. What’s up?”

"Right, hero work" Jeremy said with a sarcastic chide, a roll of his eyes and a drag of a long yawn that followed both.

The young man was sitting in the break room, cozily draped in a sweater and pajama pants. Steam blew in thin wisps from his coffee which sat of a table in front of him. Beside it was a laptop where he scanned the news. It seemed the police and journalists were just as in the dark as they were on this 'slapper' drug. It didn't surprise him, after the events with Peacekeeper, he didn't expect the police to do much more than clean-up work after the heroes solved the problem. Arching his back and throwing his arms up in a stretching motion the young man pulled himself out of his morning stupor momentarily. Though he had met the girl with sarcasm he knew she was doing good work. Work that Trask or Monolith couldn't given their appearance. Jeremy himself wasn't much of a 'party animal' either.

"Nothing new to report here. Yourself?" He asked casually as he reclined into the sofa.
"Coffee's brewed if you aren't about to crash"

“Nothing of real substance,” Natalie replied, shaking her head. “Sent the street-names and pics of the dealers I came in contact with to Oracle, and she was already aware of them all. Still, now I’ve actually bought from them, I can hopefully build on a relationship with some of them. Already dumped all the Slappers I bought off to the lab. I’m not touching that poison.” Natalie looked into the distance with a cold, resigned anger. Though not Slappers, she’d seen more than one friend lose themselves to drugs in her short life. Part and parcel of growing up a poor orphan who’s into parties and metal.

She sighed and got up, heading over to the coffee machine. “I’m not going to crash out. It’s already daytime. May as well just coast along and then crash out this evening instead.” She made her coffee the way she liked it; black with two sugars. She took a sip then rejoined him on the couch. “Any idea where the others are?” she asked.

Jeremy noticed the stare as she mentioned the ‘poison’ of slappers. He had seen it far too often in this crew, everyone here seemed to have a tortured past except him. Monolith had the same look on that ride home from the blimp station, and Jeremy couldn’t help but sometimes Trask’s vacant death stare was just like theirs, a glimpse into their memories. He didn’t want to pry, but he wondered if maybe this undercover job might be taking a toll on her.

As the girl came to the couch, Jeremy scooted over to allow her to join him. Their cups were nearly identical and he couldn’t help but appreciate a fellow fan of black coffee. At her question he merely shrugged.

“Garf- Er, Animal Man’s in the training room. The others could be anywhere” He added as he closed his laptop to keep the news from blaring over the two of them. They had heard enough of tragedy and corruption for today.

“This place is so massive it’s hard to find anyone” He added with a sense of annoyance. “And I had just gotten used to that old bunker. But I guess the view here is nice." he added, staring out one of the windows as he sipped on his coffee once more.

Gotham was a grimy, grizzly town, but the cityscape as the sun rose over it was shockingly beautiful. The oranges and pinks of the sky contrasted the dark greys and blacks of Gotham’s streets in a thematic way. The bay’s waves seemed to excite in the new sun’s rising, crashing against the docks and swirling in a frothing haze. A thin layer of mist obscured the streets faintly, giving the whole scene a ghostly presence in the wake of the beautiful day’s light.

“We can go look for them if you’d like…” he continued before Animal Man came in and went towards the kitchen area of this floor.

“You guys are up early. Thought I was the only one who’d be up this hour on a Saturday…” the older hero stated while grabbing a bottle of water.

Natalie gave a tired, half-hearted wave to Animal Man as he walked in, before yawning and stretching. “I’m actually up late, boss. Just got back from being undercover. Anyway, you know where everyone else is?” she asked.

The Secret Lives Of Schoolteachers - A Magical Girl Mix-up RP

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Izumi saw the orb of light phase into her body, and it was a brief, unusual feeling of warmth...was that it? Most definitely they hadn't transformed yet but even so, she thought that being given the power would have felt like a more monumentous sensation. That said, she was definitely more in tune with the malevolence that saturated the air now. Lux had been telling the truth. Something sinister was going on here and the children were in grave danger.

She followed close behind Lux and Kohaku as they ventured through the corridor, before they stopped. Izumi could see it too; the black and purple smoke. She hadn't made any declarations up to this point because it was clear they were all on the same wavelength, but without a word, Izumi entered the smoke immediately after Kohaku. In her mind, there wasn't time to waste on maintaining any kind of 'entry order'.

The interior was bizarre, but also not as alien or as abstract psychadelic as she'd been preparing for. It was a lot of mundane school scenes abnd items, chaotically and haphazardly fused together. She saw Kohaku transform instantanuously, and by now she'd also been joined by most of the other teachers. Several of them transformed too. This was all wrong. Their transformations were a thematic mishmash with no unity whatsoever, and even the transform times and styles varied though the rest of them had been fast if not instant. Khaku was in a red uniform with a very clear victorian 'clock' motif. Shinobu was in a...black and white art deco pinstripe dress and a wide-brimmed hat? Amber had shrunk a lot and was nowunderneath an oversized rucksack. Hata was suddenly a young girl in a dress, sporting a pair of goggles, and was the most 'magical girl' looking of them all so far by a lot.

Izumi decided to bit the bullet, and try to transform herself. Like Kihaku, her transformation was instant. She looked down at her outfit...a skintight latex bodysuit? What was this, a Super Sentai transformartion? Had Lux got the genre wrong? Instead of her glasses, she was now wearing a visor that was currently tinting the whole world with an aquamarine hue, and an earpiece. She was starting to feel a little self-conscious in an outfit that was so....figure-hugging, but she quickly steeled herself. Kohaku had at least been given a weapon. The rest had not. Did they really have to figure out how their Magical Girl powers were to work now.

"Lux? Yui?" She asked to them both for either to answer. "Do either of you know how we actually use our new powers?"