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Boku no Hero Academia

Charon Polaris

Height: 150cm.

Weight: 40.3kg.

Name: Charon Polaris

Age: 16

Personality: She’s very reserved and doesn’t enjoy the company of many people. She often doubts herself and lack confidence in her actions. She is very easily stressed, and usually needs a small, gentle push into things, rather than to just dive right in. But don't actually touch her, she'll most likely cry. Despite all this, she does have a sense of justice for those who are in need of help, having experienced weakness herself.

Although, upon her transformation, Charon changes and becomes easily hot tempered, aggressive, and even violent. It doesn't take long for her to calm down, usually with the help of calm words. But unless you want some broken bones, best not get on the bad side of her.

Short Bio: Charon was born a sickly child, seeming always to be on a fine line between life and death. Upon what seemed to be her final days, little baby Charon miraculously became better. Albeit, rather different, as in having transformed into a fuzzy little bear cub. Fortunately, her Quirk had pulled through and saved her life. Lucky for Charon, she took after her shape shifting mother and not her father who had no Quirk what so ever. Because of her survival, her parents had named her for her fierce determination to live.

Upon growing up, Charon had lived a rather sheltered life, her parents worrying for her health. Because of this, she's not too good around large crowds or generally communicating with others. By enrolling in Yuuei Academy, Charon wants to prove to others, including her parents as well herself, that she can be more a cowardly girl, or even a bloodthirsty animal. That she can become a hero.

Quirk:

Hider

Transform - When distressed (startled, angry, or most negative emotions) Charon will involuntarily into a large bear like beast. Upon this change, she doubles in size, being a good 3 meters. The only thing really unusual is her ability to speak. Aside from that, in this form, she possesses all the qualities of a bear including:

• claws - really depends on how sharp her nails are, but with enough force, she can cut someone up rather bad.
• teeth - has a bite up to 400psi
• strength - able to lift a small car, so up to 200kg.

Not to mention she having a rather intimidating demeanor, which is a complete 180 from her usual shy self. Essentially when given the option of fight or flight, her body decides fight.

Other: She has a great joy for music, be it singing (although not in front of anyone) or just listening to it. This was usually how her parents calmed her down during her "episodes".

She also has a a large appetite for someone her size.

Pokemon: Legendary Guardians and Pokemon: Mystery Dungeon - Legendaries At War THREAD MOVED TO GENERAL INTEREST CHECKS

Ooh, I'm interested in either!

The Light of Our Oath

Oops, kinda late, but congrats to you two! I'll gladly be on standby as well if you need!

The Light of Our Oath

Oopsie, I should have asked earlier, but like should they be actual sisters or is it just a title?

The Light of Our Oath

Description

She’s rather tall being a good 5’10, and has a fairly muscular body from years of training. With both muscle as well heavy armor, she’s rather weighed down, often relying on her strength when it calls for it.

Name: Finch Avice
Age: 26
Occupation: Berserker, that is being trained mostly in heavy combat and commonly used in 'seek and destroy' sort of missions.

Enclave location: Finch works for the Highland Enclave, located in the mountainous area.

Personality: Finch is rather rough around the edges, being anything but graceful. She’s a thrill seeker, wanting to get as much out of life as she can. In battle, she can seem rather aggressive, getting rather too into the fight. This however, is just her taking her Paladin duties seriously, wanting to make sure that the innocent are safe from harm. Given so, she has a strong sense of justice, hence why she trained in the path of the warrior. Outside of fighting, Finch is generally goodhearted, although be wary of her fiery temper. She can be easily irritated toward strangers, but tends to relax more around friends. Finch isn’t the smartest out there, being rather stubborn and set in her routine. At times she can even be flirtatious, mostly jokingly, but she herself is rather easily flustered.

Likes:
-The outdoors
-Cute animals or animals in general really
-Protecting those who can’t protect themselves
-Food

Dislikes:
-Staying in place too long
-Rude people
-Being hot (ironic given the suit of armor she wears)

Deity: Ceren, the goddess of the moon and night, and is most commonly worshiped by those closest to her on mountain peaks. Also said her worshipers are blessed with almost white hair, as if dyed from the moon’s beams.

Abilities: She draws power from any damage she’s taken that hasn’t knocked her out (or killed her), and redirects back at her foes. With his power surge, she is at her strongest, but also at her weakest where any additional damage could be the end of her. She almost seems to fly at her enemies in this state, hence her bird related name.

Skills: Swordsmanship, more specifically very large swords, such as her handy claymore. She’s skillful in close combat, and general fighting.

Background: She was raised by her fellow Paladins in the Highland, not knowing the warmth of a family as they were brutally slaughtered by outlaws. Her only memories are of her intense training as a Paladin, the path of virtue and justice against evil. She was raised along other children, although many of her friends have failed where Finch only succeeded. She worked hard, wanting to make sure she could prove her worth to her mentor, her goddess, the people, and even herself. Through the years, Finch found herself ranked high in her enclave, often seen as the the go-to gal for missions, often dealing with those who cause injustice in the world.

The Light of Our Oath

Working on a CS now!

The Light of Our Oath

Super interested!

I've always wanted to try roleplaying something involving poly, rather than like love triangles where someone is left out.

Myth Academy - The Exchange

Solan – Iosef/Cia

Solan had made it to the common room, taking in how big the school really was. She wondered how long it would take her to memorize its layout and not get lost. She began to regret not paying attention to the twists and turns it took to get here, noting she’d have to find a map. A nervous feeling began to settle over her once more as she realized how many others were cramming themselves into the room. The Valkyrie tried to make herself smaller, almost fearing how dangerous much of these non-humans could be. She folded her wings tightly against her back, a couple more feathers falling to the floor, and she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, trying to be as inconspicuous as she could.

Despite being on the rather shy side, Solan didn’t want to be rude. She turned her attention to an androgynous student of dark features aside from their bright eyes. They seemed friendly enough, although in her almost overwhelmed state, she managed a small smile and a quiet “yup”. The thought of being alone in this exchange sounded more terrifying than being around others. She almost felt thankful if she wasn’t such an introvert.

Solan shifted a bit impatiently, wondering when it would start so she could get a room and get out of this crowd. She looked around, trying to find a teacher of some sort who may begin the orientation. Instead, she noticed a rather normal looking girl heading her way. Perhaps she was lost given non humans were supposed to be here? Then again, who was she to judge someone; she could have powers beyond her imagination. The girl approached her, commenting on her muscles and her ability to run.

The Valkyrie blinked, being a bit unnerved by the question. If she didn’t know any better it almost could have been a threat. Was this girl going to chase her down? Solan did often have to herd the Pegasi back at home although it was usually in vain since they flew away once you begin pursuing them. She looked over this girl, wondering if she could out run her if she had to, but her attention lingered on the bat in her bag. Why did she have a weapon? Was this school lax toward a weapon policy? She looked to the floor, fearing not to anger the girl.

“Um, I s-suppose. When your wings don’t work, then next best thing is uh, legs?” Solan tried for a joke, but came up with whatever that was, being more awkward than funny. She wasn’t sure what the correct answer was, glancing up with a sheepish smile.

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Myth Academy - The Exchange

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Myth Academy - The Exchange

Solan

“Dear Odin, who knew the human world could be so fun!” Exclaimed one of Solan’s many sisters as they made their way down the parking lot after shopping for what seemed forever at some clothing market. Well, it was the fifth one they’ve been to. Solan was left to watch the chariot and make sure the Pegasi weren’t spooked by the self-moving chariots that littered the parking lot. They climbed inside, the chariot being big enough for a flock of Valkyrie and most likely more. It was for when they would have to guide more than one soul to Valhalla of course.

She let out a huff, finishing the last touches to the new black hoodie she bought, fixing the back to accommodate her wings. Solan was wearing a simple white robe like top from home, mismatched with a pair of blue jeans and some slip shoes. She didn’t want to stand out as much as she already did with her useless wings. She was also able to buy several other articles of clothing some school supplies she thought she’d need, although more than likely went overboard in her preparations. She was lucky she was able to buy anything at all with the amount of money her sisters were spending. They probably had enough, all coming from donations of the families of the poor spirits they’ve helped crossed over, but Solan often felt guilty spending it on herself.

“We should totally take out mom’s chariot more often; we can fit more bags in it!” Another one of her sisters said, the others laughing in agreement. The whole reason they were allowed to use their mother’s chariot was to drop off little Solan at school given her in ability to fly and their mother’s busy work schedule. One became two, then four, and then eventually six additional sisters came along, making a good eight total. Solan wasn’t even completely sure how many she had at this point, but did know she was the youngest.

“Um, do you think you could drop me off? The school is coming up and-“

“Odin, Solan, don’t interrupt! We’re doing you a favor and you’re being rude,” One of them called to her, as they carried on about which store they should check out next. Although, much to Solan’s relief, the Pegasi were pulling the chariot lower and lower out of the sky and to Daelstadht Academy at last. With a sigh, Solan grabbed her newly purchased luggage, pulling on her altered hoodie with a little help with the wing part by one of her nicer sisters.

The youngest Valkyrie hopped out waving goodbye as they immediately took off without a second glace. This was really happening and she couldn’t turn back now. Her wings gave a nervous shudder as she looked around, shedding a couple feathers. Solan wasn’t too sure what to do or where she should go, feeling small in the growing crowd of humans and Mythics alike.

Suddenly, Solan felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned around, wondering if she did something wrong, only to find it to be a rather elderly looking man who looked almost as if any day her mother would guide him to Valhalla. Although Solan did feel more at ease seeing his gentle smile. He seemed to be part of the faculty, holding a clipboard. They both in turn made introductions, and she learned him to be a Mr. Grey. He explained that those who weren’t of the human variety were to head to the East dormitories common room for a quick orientation, and she nodded quickly in understanding.

Gathering her bags with less uncertainty before, she followed a group made of many different species. Some of them she could never even have imagined. Not to mention the many humans who looked at the groups with interest, much like she did with them, studying them for the first time.