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@KoL

CS is done. Hope everything is within reasonable bounds.

War Notes

Katlin Sokolov

Katlin Sokolov

Age:
18

Appearance:
Stands at around 5'7 and is covered in small burn marks/scars, the most notable being the large scar over the bridge of her nose (as pictured).

Bio/Summary:
They say that scars tell a story. The cuts and the curves, the depths of the wounds, these things truly visualize one's life upon their flesh. Often times, it tells of hardship, of glory, and the many challenges that one might have faced in their long decent down the stairs into the grave. One can hide their feelings, their personalities, their memories, but the true scars barred never lie...

So yeah, when your young and a bit of a pyromaniac who loves setting off explosives and burning things with homemade flamethrowers, you'll have some stories to tell for those scars! Lots of stories! Katlin to put it nicely is a brilliant chemist for her age and strives to enhance the world of blowing the fuck out of stuff. That large scar she bares across her nose, while impressive, was the result of discovering what happens when highly unstable Akali metals meet their good pal H2O. A nice piece of shrapnel nearly took the budding artillery officer's head off.

On that note, Katlin being the smart, enthusiastic young woman she is, was able to quickly find her way into the Empire's military academy. There she has learned some self restraint on her desires to detonate all matter, and is instead trying to build a sensible, fun career as military does let you blow stuff up. For money even!

Vessel:
"The Pyromancer's Gloves"
-Dormant-
A pair of maroon gloves, fairly mundane in its looks. Oddly keeps one's hands at a comfortable warmth, whether its freezing your tits off cold or burning away your desire to live hot.
-Active-
The gloves now look drastically different. The tips of the fingers become black and singed and embers seem to ride from the pair. A small "pilot flame" usually glows at the palm. The more the abilities used in the active state, the further the blackness spreads. Once the dark covers the cloves, a bright, hot white starts at the tips of the fingers, though this has never been really observed as it would take more use than the user could normally handle to reach such a state. Don't shake someone's hand while in Active mode.

Abilities:
Pyromancy, plain and simple.
Pyromancy has been called barbaric and brutish by scholars and fussy foots alike throughout time. But Katlin like's to refer to it as the "get shit done" type of sorcery. Using her gloves, she can cast a variety of flaming, explosive projectiles and other manners of impactful attacks! Here are the main ones, however (And yes, she named them, and yes, they all sound like Metal band names):

-The Blasphemous Flame-
A melee type attack in which Katlin will grab an opponent with a burning hand, forcing her chaotic energy into the target through the medium that is her vessel. The energy quickly builds before exploding the poor sod in a spectacular burst of flame and charcoal. Of course, it can be interrupted and as she is literally channeling her power into somebody, can be quite taxing. But hey, its one hell of a finishing move!

-The Seed of Chaos-
She can charge up and throw fiery balls of energy with a disc of flame around it. Usually exploding once it comes in contact with something. The force of the explosion and the damage it will cause is usually dependent on the size of the beybl- I mean, fiery ball and is size directly correlates with its consumption of her energy.

-The Devil's Brander-
Ever wanted to punch somebody with a grenade? Basically what this move is. Concentrating her burning energy at points of her hand, she can turn her fists into boom sticks to varying degrees of intensity and affects.

-The Gout of Chaos-
A fancy name like the rest, but really, its just a shitty flamethrower. Shitty because unlike an actual flamethrower, the fire isn't a burning liquid that sticks to your screaming vessel, making it harder to get rid of and easier to spread. No, its just a cloud of flame she can shoot from her hands. It will mess you up, but it's more of a irritating ability then a killing blow. But if she goes full ham... well... for maybe a few minutes she can use her hand as a welder in a pinch.

As state throughout these move descriptions, all these attacks consume Katlin's stamina and their effectiveness/destructive capabilities are all dependent on that fact.

Equipment:
Matches cause of course she does.
A grenade, pin and all, that's a dud, to freak people out if they get annoying.
A fancy silver lighter, which is for lighting cigarettes and ONLY cigarettes... okay maybe a cigar if you can find one for her.
Finally, a pack of cigarettes, cause its not like she hasn't messed up her body enough.

Trivia/Other:
Katlin actually doesn't really smoke that often. In fact, it's more of an appearance thing than anything. She once saw this hero type figure dramatically smoke a cigarette then dramatically flick it away when his opponent appeared just before the clash. So yeah, peer pressure and cultural influences can ruin your lives, kids! Stay cool, and just stick to hardcore LSD and heroine.

War Notes

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Indeed we are. Feel free to toss in a CS and we will see what we can do about your character.

@KoL

War Notes

Hey! Are you guys still looking for new players? Cause this seems interesting enough for me.
@KoL

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Suuuup...

Konosuba: This Wonderful World's Alternative Paradigm

Light.

Then falling.

Then pain.

Lot's and lot's of pain. Like, fuck man.

Anna awoke with a start in the fields outside of Axel. It was as if she had been simply shoved out that strange room when that slyly smiling goddess "granted" her one wish to come to this strange fantasy world. Sitting up with a grown, her body seem to feel sore all over. Her eyes squinted at the sun shining high in the sky as she pulled herself to her feet, rubbing her head. "God damn... Wasn't expecting this whole reincarnation thing to hurt so much.... Gah.. even my head feels dizz...."

Her hand stopped, resting on something foreign. Very carefully, she traced the strange new.... feature on her head. Quickly looking around, she spotted a small pond nearby. Rushing over, she soon learned why she felt so sore.

The Anna she had known was nearly gone. Her hair was longer, with tiny white highlights. But more importantly, she saw the two small wings on her head, and the larger... much larger wings and a tail on her back. Carefully and slowly, she tested her new found... features. The wings gently flapped upon command, her tail angling up and down, and it seemed that her headwings could slightly tilt and twist. It was surreal, truly to move and feel the wind and air on her wings. In fact, her headwings seemed to be particularly sensitive to touch and the wind. For moment, she wondered why she had been reincarnated with these new wings and tail, but then it hit her.

"...Really? So that goddess decided to go all 'Monkey's Paw' on me with my wish? Wonderful... Well I hope that the people of this world are used to bird people. Or I'm gonna have a lot harder of a time defeating this devil king."

---

"Huh, guess they really don't have a problem, considering there is a literal owl person not a few feet away."

Anna was standing with a group of new, wanna be adventures. It was already off to a bad start when it was quickly revealed that there was little in the way for work for adventures, all the local monsters hunted into extinction and what not, as well as the pricing of the lodging house being steep. To top it all off, to even become an adventure, you needed 40 Eris, which, as Anna had learned, was the running currency... something she had none of. With a sigh, with not discourage, she was about to leave to find work, when suddenly a centaur offered some charity. Anna quickly got in... okay it was more a semi-organize mob of essentially medieval hobos as oppose to a line, and quickly accepted the generous gift.

"Thank you so much!" Anna said upon grabbing the needed 40 Eris to become an "adventure", whatever that constituted. She was about ask if the horse lady was from around here, as she intended to give back the first 40 Eris she earns from a quest to this kind soul, but alas, with the other adventure hobos pushing past, Anna sighed and decided to back off for a second and let the crowd dissipate before asking again.

Konosuba: This Wonderful World's Alternative Paradigm

Will be posting today! Poor bird girl is about to found out she's a bird girl.

Konosuba: This Wonderful World's Alternative Paradigm

Woot woot, hype for the start. May us Hobo adventures find enough money to actually become adventures!

Except a certain SOMEBODY has apparently got his card..... *COUGH COUGH*

Konosuba: This Wonderful World's Alternative Paradigm

Anna Avalia

Name:
Anna Avalia

Age:
20

Class:
Will be a Magus, a class usually of that of the smart free-spirit. A Magus blends magic and steel together, and is generally a blend of sorcery and sword mastery, but a starter such as Anna will have to find a masters to teach either skill/art before that.

Race:
Valkyerian

A sacrifice, a wish, and a dream realized make up the ancient tale of the origin of the "people of the sky" otherwise known as Valkyerians. An ancient legend telling of a young mans dream to be free and to free his people, and a sympathetic, kind hearted goddess that granted this wish...

Regardless of legend, here's what is definitely known of the Valkyerian. They are a somewhat uncommon race in the lands of this world, usually only found in groups in the highlands and mountains, but one may come across one or two, adventuring through the skies. In terms of their physiology, they are fairly similar to humans, but with very notable differences. First and foremost is their feathered features. All Valkeryia seem to posses feathered wings, one small set sprouting an inch above the ears, and a much larger set growing from the lower back. They also have a large, feathered tail that match the color of their "head wings". Typically, they have icy blue eyes and white hair, but occasionally are seen with orange or grey eyes. Valkyerians have hollow bones much like birds, though it makes little difference in strength. Valkyerians also seem to naturally preform better at high, thin air altitudes, where normally humans would have difficulty breathing, and often times are naturally happier at higher altitudes. Some base personality traits include a nearly genetic sense of claustrophobia, constantly unsettled when deep underground even in large caverns, and a general energy filled joyfulness.

Reputation:
Anna came from a small town in the US state of Virginia, tucked away in the Appalachian Mountains. Her life was not particularly spectacular or significant in any real regard. Parents divorced at an early age, father being mentally ill and treating it while her mother was slowly consumed by her denial and rage, usually lashing out at Anna and her little sister to release the anger within on something. So yeah, shit was dealt with, but despite that, Anna in her teens had discovered flying when she was taken to an airshow by her grandfather and got to ride in one of the old vintage planes that took part.

The feeling she got being up in the air, seeing the world from heights she could never dream of, truly it was as if she was flying about all her troubles, worries, frustrations, and saddness, gliding through the sky. After this, she immediatly put herself on the path to become a pilot. Going to flight school, obtaining various licences required for flying, where all steps she took.

By the time Anna had turned twenty, she was well on her way to becoming a commercial pilot, finally turning her dream into a career when suddenly, she was killed. On the way back from flight school one evening, a drunk driver from the nearby college town had decided that traffic lanes where overrated and his big Ford pick up truck could go wherever it pleased.

So, Anna awoke, finding herself sitting in front of a godess. This godess gave her the proposition that many before had heard. Either pass on to boring ole heaven or reincarnate in a fantasy world to defeat the Devil King. When she chose the latter, like many, she was offered one wish. All Anna said was that she wished to continue flying in this world.... Well little did Anna know how that wish would be granted...

Personality:
A strong willed, friendly individual who has one hell of a backbone, Anna is certainly an interesting individual. Despite her humble upbringings, Anna is particularly quick witted and smart, being able to learn things at an good rate. Generally speaking, she will be kind and polite to those she initially meets, however to her closer friends, she can be shockingly foul mouthed, sarcastic, and even somewhat rude. She's a little haunted by her rough childhood, having trouble dealing with motherly figures as she really never got the love of her own, but with that good head on her shoulders, she's definitely dealing/managing it, so other than perhaps being a bit awkward under certain circumstances, she tries to get along with everyone.

Skills:
-Can fly, as per her race. Though uhh... considering she literally only just got this new body, "flying" may be a bit to... nice.

-Can fire and load a gun, but to bad they don't really exist yet! HAHAAHAHAHAAHA

-Has an affinity to wind magic, but really doesn't understand that yet.

-Okay, here's an actually useful one, she's led a pretty athletic, active life and is actually good in a regular old fist fight, having some real experince under her belt already. The small town country life has hardened her physical and basic fighting abilities to say the least.

-Did some archery in high school, so, ya know, not totally useless with the Mk1 twig and string.

-Sharp as a tack they say, so she's got some very good general knowledge and is fairly charismatic, so getting along with people of all walks of life is definitely a good skill of hers.

Belongings:
Maybe something of some note are her unique "wing shrouds" that pretty much act as a somewhat protective cozy for her wings and the bright red scarf, the only article of clothing she actually kept from the other world. It was given to her by her grandfather, and she's worn it ever since.

Konosuba: This Wonderful World's Alternative Paradigm

@Skepic well you know border patrol is a thankless job. Sometimes we catch a few bad hombres but with the right papers, still gotta turn em away. Sometimes we find aight mama sitas but can't let em in. Checkpoint duty doesn't get much respect and for it I've become callous and distant. Buuuuuut maybe if someone showed me something nice for my troubles well... that would certainly make my day.

More seriously speaking, I'll let you keep your race and your sword, but no magic bag. I all too away of the coviences of the handy Harvard sack, and I'd like to gmhave such tools as gifts for services rendered.

@Lucius Cypher

Gotcha, no bag.