@Reia This is just a suggestion so take it how you will, but instead of restricting everyone to PG13 all the time, what if you asked that every applicant post their rating preference alongside their submission? That way, whenever two or more players interact, you just choose what the lowest rating is between those (say PG13) and inform them all to keep a note of it during interactions. I think the RP could then better suit the taste of any potential player; if someone wanted to go in-depth with more serious, mature topics, they could - as long as they weren't collabing with someone who isn't comfortable with it.
All you flight people...It's curious bc one of my ideas was making a wingless hawk mutant who struggles with not being able to fly despite being a bird-man.
Ifrari drew several conclusions from Rex’s replies. One, he was an effort maniac. Two, the Hundi recognized him as his superior, which was fine by Ifrari. Three…He didn’t know how to count. That would have to be remedied at some point, but in the meantime, the dark elf thought keeping an eye on Rex so he didn’t get swindled out of his money was a good idea. If the Hundi even had money. Ifrari was somewhat doubtful.
The dark elf observed as the Hundi followed his directives, pleasantly surprised by the care Rex took. Against his expectations, he didn’t shout that they needed people – which was for the best, though it might have been entertaining to see – but instead looked from group to group, attempting to find any stragglers. He came to the same conclusion as Ifrari; besides Sophie, who was yet undecided, the rest of the adventurers were already grouped and discussing with their own teammates which job to take.
Ifrari nodded at the youth’s report. “Right you are, Rex. Thank you. I didn’t think you could be so attentive,” he admitted. “It was a good idea to try and find solo adventurers. Since we’ve already asked the only one by herself so far, let’s just sign up on our own. If any of the groups take the same mission, we’ll meet up with them later,” he concluded.
That said, Ifrari turned on his heel and headed towards the nearest counter, beckoning Rex to follow him. Once an attendant was free to take their request, Ifrari nodded curtly with a cheerful, “Hello!” Gesturing to himself and Rex, he continued, “We’re here to take care of the disappearances near Haesting. I’m Ifrari, 5 of Coins, and this is Rex, 4 of Swords,” he introduced. “If any other adventurers have taken the request, we’d like to know who, so as to more easily coordinate with them,” he requested politely.
“If we’re the only ones so far, feel free to direct any who sign up later to us – we’ll come back to the hall in an hour or so to check,” he added, wondering if the attendant would bother to do so much. “By the way, do you have a more detailed, local map of Haesting and the route where the disappearances have occurred? It could come in handy.” Ifrari leaned on the counter, focused fully on the guild employee as he waited for what information they could give to him.
Appearance: Kian is currently 155 centimetres tall and eagerly awaits his next growth spurt. He's slim and pale, despite daily jogs outside. His ears are triangle shaped and protruding, giving space for his horns to rest right behind them. His eyes and horns are of similar colours; dark to light blue. Kye has naturally messy, ash blonde hair. The boy is also fairly delicate, possessing slightly feminine features. Kian often slouches and hides behind his bangs, nervousness apparent. Costume: Simple protective clothing, featuring light blue, dark blue, black, and white. It's made from quality material, light, and highly resistant to damage. There is an additional layer of protective padding surrounding his neck and shoulders which relieves muscle strain and prevents his neck from getting broken.
Personality: Cautious but easily influenced. Witty but non-confrontational. Practical, though can be too (self-)critical. Shy, but enjoys company. A thinker and a planner, whose lacklustre physical capabilities often impede his success. Dislikes attention, but craves recognition. Prone to daydreaming or falling to anxiousness, yet determined to try and not waste his own time. Wary of pain, but resigned to effort. A bit of a people pleaser who craves understanding and deep, genuine friendship on the one hand and admires fierce independence as a golden standard on the other.
Quirk: Threaded Horns Type: Mutant Effect: Kian has a pair of segmented keratin horns attached to his head, which he can partially detach from his head, extend them up to a meter and freely manipulate them via a thin (7mm) interwoven fibrous core. These horns basically work like two additional whip-like limbs, which he has full control over. The base of his horns always remains attached to his head, as this is the part which stores a coil of fibre and enables the extension and retraction (or "reeling-in") of the rest of his horn. The detachable part of each horn is composed of seven segments, and these segments can be arranged in several ways: they can all be clustered together together at the end of the fibrous core (like a hooked rope or a fishing line), they can separate from each other while still remaining connected to the string-like core (similar to Bloodborne's threaded cane in its whip form, though obviously less effective), or some of the bottom segments can remain attached to the base while the rest are extended via the cord. The segmented horn pieces cannot be safely removed from the fibrous core; they're stuck to it, and tearing them off hurts.
The largest weakness of the horns is that using them (extending or retracting them, swinging them around etc.) strains the user just as much if not more than using regular limbs for strenuous activities would. They can be used to carry and manipulate small objects, but even with both horns and their respective cores together, trying to affect anything above 10 kilograms would begin to put a strain on Kian (especially his neck is vulnerable). The threaded core of the horns is fairly tough, but sensitive - he can feel touch (incl. proprioception), temperature, and pain through them, which while good for controlling, also means that straining at best results in a physical ache. At worst, the fibrous core gets torn, either because Kian was too reckless in their use, or because an enemy applied enough force to do so. Severing the core or ripping off the extendable part of his horns is enough to knock him unconscious due to the pain it causes him. Both the fibrous core and the keratin exterior of the horn can regenerate within a few hours; faster if Kian consumes plenty of food. In general, he needs to eat at least seven generous meals per day to keep his horns healthy.
History: Kian's parents both had quirks that while very useful in day-to-day life, couldn't be claimed to be hero-material. Even as a young child, Kye had a quiet watchful nature. He compared himself to his parents, because he'd been born with a pair of small horns, which seemed very unlike his father's lizard-like tail or his mother's extendable hair. At four, his horns grew a bit, and in his excitement, Kian stuck them into the wall. When he stepped back, the top of his horn was stuck in the wall, attached to the base by a strange twisty string. Pulling on the string with his hand was very uncomfortable. When he thought fiercely about getting his horns out of the wall, there was a soft whirring within the base of his horns, and the string part brought the stuck horn segments with it, knocking Kian on his bottom when they finally reattached. Like all other kids, he enjoyed playing around with his Quirk. Unfortunately, children are careless creatures, and his playmates often pulled on his horns. Once, some mean bully cut the corded core when Kye's horns were extended, and he passed out. That was when Kian decided he would be very careful how and when he used his Quirk.
Since then, he usually practiced on his own, and did his very best to deflect peer pressure and queries whether he wanted to be a hero - which pretty much everyone did, regardless of their Quirk. Kian secretly admired those confident, boisterous children, but couldn't bring himself to emulate them. Instead, he explored the extents and limits of his Quirk on his lonesome. His progress was somewhat hindered by the growth of his horns; each new segment meant he had to adjust to their weight. The period where his head involuntarily tilted forward because of them was very embarrassing, but Kye eventually overcame it. Extending his horns via their fibrous cores was a daily practice, and he did so often with his eyes closed to attune to the faint sensations the touch-sensitive cord provided. He was too afraid of being mocked or of having too great expectations placed on him to announce to want to be a Hero, and he almost didn't sign up for any of the hero-training academies, but then...Then All-Might stirred his faint hope just enough that Kian thought he might as well give this hero business a try too. His parents were worried at his newly expressed interest, but ultimately supported his decision. He managed to get into New Heights Academy, but that was only the beginning...
Exam Report: This individual showed a capability for strategical searching of an unknown environment, however, his average speed set him at a disadvantage in collecting ribbons; he managed to catch only the one. When encountered by a robotic combatant by his lonesome, the student showed some inspired thinking, tripping the robot and impaling it. However, the strain of doing so seemed too much for him; he was knocked out for the remainder of the competition.
Jandar blinked at the sudden appearance of Mikhail. He had no idea when and how the Prince had made his way into the bookshop. The Warlord shook off his confusion, non-verbally refuting Mikhail’s words with a shake of his head. “There is already evidence that he is not an enemy. Not conclusive, I’ll give you that, but as you said, he could have killed both of us very easily. Moreover, he believed to have a very good reason for doing so,” the Warlord explained.
“He thought we may be a danger to the townspeople – and that he was concerned for them is already a good sign. He definitely has a lethal grudge against Queens in general, and with how it was most likely one of them who put that Band of Compliance on him, that’s understandable. I also baited him,” at this last admission, Jandar smiled wryly. “Yet, he did not kill us, simply let us go.” The Warlord shrugged, feeling a bit helpless. He’d wanted to remove that collar from SaDiablo, but it wasn’t like they were the Warlord Prince’s allies yet.
“Take that how you will,” Jandar sighed, rolling his shoulders carefully. “We need to get out of here now, fast. The main problem is how – shall we casually stroll out the way we came in?” he questioned, letting the others time to consider the possibility. “If not, the Prince and I can cast sight shields over all of us and we attempt to sneak out…However, if the ladies are unused to walking quietly and such, that would be moot,” he said, looking at Fatima with a raised brow. He didn’t know about the Pruulish witch, but he was somewhat doubtful the Queen had such a skill in her possession. And, speaking of the other witch… “I hope Ranina is alright,” he murmured, still using Dareen’s fake name. “I’m going to check on her,” he announced, somewhat unnecessarily.
Jandar walked out, his gait stiff and slow, and immediately sighted Dareen, who was donning a fairly good showing of a noble in a royal huff. However, the Warlord thought the upset was real; the witch was tense, her face lined with perspiration, the bottom of her dressed ruined with mud. Jandar stepped to her, closing in, and laying soothing hands on her shoulders. Though he’d meant to only gently take a hold of her, his body sagged against this new support, and the Warlord growled softly under his breath, lips thinning at the damned injuries still weakening him. “Apologies, dear,” he huffed, taking care to look around and observe the surroundings.
A moment of two passed, as Jandar simply breathed through his pain, then he straightened, shifting his hands from Dareen’s shoulders to the palms of her hands. “What happened? Did the black jeweled man do something?” he asked her quietly. “We’ll need to leave…my cousin’s appearance is compromised,” he added in a murmur after a moment, hoping the witch would understand his meaning.