Yankee

Mirror Fantasia - (Multiverse Battle Royale)

who could have seen this coming

諏訪貴弘

Takahiro Suwa

"Hey, heroes are the best, but if I command a bunch of cool heroes, what does that make me?"

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A g e :

12

P e r s o n a l i t y :

Takahiro is an excitable, rambunctious child about to make his middle school debut. He's a good student, always does what his mother tells him to, plays sports and has a group of friends - but like most kids his age, he is very much into superheroes. His family makes a comfortable living, so Takahiro never has issues keeping up with the latest hero shows, action movies, and popular games... even if sometimes he chews through them pretty fast in order to move onto the next one. He's young, he has a lot of energy to spare, so most of his recreation involved player soccer after school and meeting up with his classmates to have grand imaginary adventures as sentai rangers fighting make-believe villains. Of course, Takahiro always called being the leader of the good guys. Maybe because he's pretty athletic for his age on top of being mostly friendly, that he's usually successful in claiming the leader role. However, a lot of middle schoolers are growing up and moving onto mobile games nowadays. Not to be left behind, Takahiro joined in. He plays a few, but Mirror Fantasia is sure to be his favorite. At his age, Takahiro thinks he knows everything, and if he gets shown up he's likely to get upset, but for the most part he's a good kid with a mild competitive streak that loves all things heroic and cool.

E l e m e n t :

Fire

Explanation

"Because fire is the best one! Duh! All the best heroes have some kind of fire powers! And flames and stuff on their outfits! It's so cool! Red is the best color too, and fire is red! It's a primary color, do you know what that means? It can make more colors! And it's the start of a rainbow! You know the leader of the sentai is always red too! And even the main pretty cures use f-- AAAH wait!! Forget I said that last part!!"

C a n t a t i o n :

FIRE BLAST!
A basic conjuring of fire. Takahiro almost exclusively uses it to hurl at enemies, but it could also be used to light up dark areas, create a barrier of flame, used as a distraction by catching other things on fire, etc... but then again, just throwing a fireball is pretty cool, isn't it?

E n c h a n t m e n t :

SUPER POWER-UP!
A supporting skill for when a hero needs just a little bit more of a push to beat the villain. For a limited time, Takahiro can grant a '+' modifier to one of his hero's stats. He can push this ability, though pushing it gives it a cool-down. When pushed, Takahiro can manually redistribute his hero's stat points. Both effects last a brief period of time before hero's stats return to normal.

T r u m p :

TRANSFORM! BECOME THE ULTIMATE HERO!!
The most ultimate of a hero's abilities, the henshin! All the best heroes have a secret final form they can use to get stronger and beat the bad guy. Whether it's a straight power up like a Super Saiyan, specific specialized forms like Boundman and Snakeman, or even a fusion that creates a new being like a Megazord, every good hero has a good transformation. If they don't, well, this Trump skill grants them one. When a hero transforms (with henshin scenes specifically themed to them), they take on a new look and their power increases. Most of the time they even get a new ability as well. This Trump can only be used in the most dire of circumstances: when a hero is on the brink of defeat, and their loved ones are in great danger.
_{And, hey, maybe this skill can even be used on...?!}

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

Trainer, Zita

Name:
Zita Tritafyllo

Age: 16

Appearance:
Bright eyes, gently tanned skin, and a boy-ish build match's Zita's boy-ish personality. She's on the short side, but her muscles are toned and there are very little areas on her body that could be considered "soft"... except her lush hair. Which is extremely soft. Despite chopping it, keeping it tied up, letting it get caught in bushes and more, her hair remains silky and nice to touch.

Personality:
Hot-headed, hot-blooded, and hot on the path to success - or at least, that's what she believes. Zita is an energetic girl who follows the beat of her own drum. She's stubborn, and prefers forging ahead with brute strength. Despite common belief, she does have a brain in her head, and when she finds time to use it she's capable of some truly cunning plays... but thinking things out takes too long, in her opinion. Needless to say, her way of doing things can get her into trouble - but Zita is always up for a scrap.

If she doesn't give her all at something, that's how you'll know that she's in a funk. Even in the rare event she loses in a competition, Zita isn't one to get depressed easily. Her boundless energy doesn't let her stay down for long. Still, she is only human, as much as that aggravates her. She can't do it all, and if she comes to the peak of frustration she's likely to boil over and sulk for the rest of the day.

At first Zita might come off as pushy and aggressive - and she most definitely has these qualities - but really she is just unused to the whole social thing. She doesn't beat around the bush, but even so, she could be a great friend if someone let her. Her only self-perceived weakness: she can get a bit sentimental.

History:
Zita was born in Castelia City, the largest metropolis in Unova. It's a competitive city, in a competitive region, full of competitive people - and Zita was one of them. Her family is related to a certain former champion's, so understandably they set a high standard for themselves. Being an only child, Zita inherited a lot of expectations. She wanted to live up to them, and for the most part she did. Her grades were always top of her class growing up, and she seemed to have an affinity for Pokemon - but eventually, Zita grew restless. Bored. She wanted the freedom of being a Pokemon Trainer. Her personality got more out of hand every year, until she went off alone to the nearby desert area to get a jump start on her career.

See, Zita knew she had what it took to be a successful trainer. Maybe in the future she could visit other regions, run a gym of her own, or even become a champion! ...but, she didn't look before she leaped. She got lost in the Desert Resort. Chasing after a little Darumaka is what eventually led her out of the sand swept area. Once back in more familiar territory, Zita proudly proclaimed, "you'll be my first partner!" and the Pokemon appeared to agree.

After that, Zita took things just a smidgen more seriously. She spent her days training, training, aaaaand doing more training. Her parents supported her, but also gently tried to steer her in the direction they wanted her to go. Both successful themselves, they pushed her to maybe get back into her studies. Perhaps choose a stronger starting Pokemon. Maybe look for a sponsor? All ideas Zita absolutely hated. She needed space, not books or money! ...okay, maybe some money, but definitely not a new Pokemon.

It took a few months to convince her family to let her take off to another region. Unova's league was tough, not for amateurs, so maybe Zita would have some better luck kicking off her career elsewhere. It was several more months before her parents agreed to let her go to Orre of all places - but in Zita's opinion, it was perfect. Low profile, unforgiving, and pretty similar to Bo's home habitat. Surely they'd both get stronger there. With a surprisingly heartfelt goodbye and excitement in her heart, Zita sent off for a region strange to her.

Reason for Traveling to Orre:
With the region's rugged reputation, Zita figured it would be the perfect place to "increase her power level," as it were. Her goal is to conquer the Colosseum League before returning home to Unova to eventually face down the current champion.

Starting Pokemon: Darumaka

Notes:
Having only just arrived in Orre, Zita knows nothing about Cipher, Shadow Pokemon, or the area's past.

Pokemon, Bo

Name:
Bo

Personality:
A happy, curious, hyper-active little fellow. However energetic Zita is, Bo is two times more. He enjoys exploring and trying new things a lot more than battling, much to his trainer's chagrin. He's very friendly too, even willing to follow orders from people other than Zita. Bo doesn't give up at anything easily, and through he and Zita's hard work he's been getting a little stronger!

History:
Zita's first Pokemon. They met in the Desert Resort when Zita was lost. Somehow, perhaps even accidentally, Bo managed to lead her back to Route 4. After their first meeting, Zita declared that Bo would become her partner, and the Pokemon didn't see any reason to decline. After all, he found this human to be really interesting! They even looked a little alike. He's been living with her ever since.

Notes:
"When he sleeps, he won't fall over no matter how much you push him!
...huh? That's normal for all Darumaka? W-well, Bo does it the best!"

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

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^{✸ Aburand 1 ✸}
Location: Ragadel Ranch

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This girl, Shamie thought, a bit fondly, listening to Val prattle about her morning. Of course she'd be the type to think showing up early was on time, and on time was late. That was something Shamie liked about her, though. She didn't bother telling the other girl to slow down, as that would be a lost cause. Besides, Val's peppy words served as a pretty good way to brighten up the day in it's early hours. So Shamie nodded along with her, acknowledging her story about the pompadours, and even managed to squeeze in, "You're right about the feeding, may was well leave 'em Val - they were fine before us civilized folks got here, they'll be fine after too." Which, of course, was something Shamie really believed. Being out here beyond the mountains was nice, compared to Wyverspoon there were so many more parts of nature one could see and interact with, but at the end of the day they were wild animals. The sentiment might sound a bit disingenuous coming from a woman who owned a ranch whose purpose was to sell animals, but she had her reasons!

Val handed her a parchment, and Shamie was happy to trade it for the bundle of feed in her arms. She followed behind the girl as she got to work, reading along as Val went on about the note's contents. That's right, it was getting close to that time wasn't it? She stashed the parchment in her pocket and gave the younger elf a hand, preferring to work while she chatted.

"That would be fun," she agreed easily, a grin forming on her face as ideas did the same in her head. "Have you ever participated before? In the star celebration, I mean. Humans can throw pretty crazy parties. In Wyverspoon they'd stick little stars all over the place before Briethe was even over."

The thought of little humans pulling their friends, fellow humans and non-humans alike, through the streets with sparkling wands only to be playfully admonished by their mothers saying the celebration is next week! had Shamie chuckling to herself, and she cleared the memory away with a shake of her head, her curly hair bouncing as she did so. Now, the older elf hadn't missed Val's use of 'we' and 'family.' With all the work that had to be done getting the ranch set up when she'd first arrived, Shamie hadn't really asked much of the girl besides 'do you mind getting dirty? No? Well can you use a pitchfork?' A town celebration would be a good excuse to get to know her best - and coincidentally, only - employee better. Not to mention the other townsfolk too. Shamie hadn't been doing a lot of socializing besides stopping into the tavern every now and then.

After the stables were metaphorically sparkling, Shamie thrust her pitchfork into the dirt and leaned against it, arms crossed over the top of it and smile pointed Val's way.

"That is an excellent idea my dear. Been a while since I... well, done anything but look after the ranch. Not that I mind," she laughed, "Celebration is on the third, right? I don't mind if you take that day off too, get some real festival experience."

Two days without help wouldn't kill hurt much, plus she could double check everything extra early and have her own fun too.

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

Kind of leaning Johto.

Gritty, Dark Pokemon RP -- A Coming of Age Story!

I'm in if you'll have me. I'm thinking... Indoctrinated cult member?
Failing that, not sure. Someone who unintentionally does harm, I think.

SPIRITUM

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It was a beautiful day.

Not that Zak could particularly take the time to enjoy it at the moment. The first part of their trip had gone so smoothly it was almost a dream now - and by smoothly, he really meant the road. The even pavement around the Citadel was like a gods' send compared to the rougher, dirt road they now found themselves on. Still, whenever the path in front of them stretched out flat for a while and the warm breeze passed over him, the chatter of his squad mate's drifting into the cab from behind him, Zak couldn't help but think that the team roadtrip was already the best idea they'd ever had.

...aaaaand then the potholes returned. A particularly nasty one drew complaints from the passengers, and Zak couldn't blame them. He winced as the truck landed back on the dirt.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, his tone light and a grin on his face. He looked over at Galahad beside him in the cab, before leaning his head back to call an answer into the bed.

"Be happy to! If there wasn't - " the young man started, stopped by another ill placed pit in the road. Really, really poor timing on that one. The sudden bounce of the truck nearly had him biting his tongue, but he recovered quickly and continued. " - weren't holes all over the road!"

It was a single, narrow stretch of shitty highway, kind of hard to avoid anything, but hey. Zak refocused on the road ahead after a quick glance at the map. It was mostly unneeded, he could see for miles ahead in the open landscape and the road was straight for as far as the eye could see, but it was good to see how close they were getting to any semblance of civilization. He was sure all of them would appreciate a chance to stretch out, himself included.

As they continued rumbling down the path, Zak was quite content to listen to the others talk over the sound of the newscasters. Honestly, he'd gotten used to tuning out the public reports. In the barren, somewhat peaceful scrub-grass land they were passing through it would have been hard to believe there was a national conflict going on if he didn't know any better. Still, music was much preferred, and nodded in approval as Galahad found them some tunes.

The notes struck familiar with Zak and his small grin grew wider before he reached over to turn the volume up.

"Not much longer!" he said - raising his voice, chuckling and competing with the singer for the squad's attention, "then you all can get off your high horses and stop complaining!"

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

[+]

Name:
Zita Tritafyllo

Age: 16

Appearance:
Bright eyes, gently tanned skin, and a boy-ish build match's Zita's boy-ish personality. She's on the short side, but her muscles are toned and there are very little areas on her body that could be considered "soft"... except her lush hair. Which is extremely soft. Despite chopping it, keeping it tied up, letting it get caught in bushes and more, her hair remains silky and nice to touch.

Personality:
Hot-headed, hot-blooded, and hot on the path to success - or at least, that's what she believes. Zita is an energetic girl who follows the beat of her own drum. She's stubborn, and prefers forging ahead with brute strength. Despite common belief, she does have a brain in her head, and when she finds time to use it she's capable of some truly cunning plays... but thinking things out takes too long, in her opinion. Needless to say, her way of doing things can get her into trouble - but Zita is always up for a scrap.

If she doesn't give her all at something, that's how you'll know that she's in a funk. Even in the rare event she loses in a competition, Zita isn't one to get depressed easily. Her boundless energy doesn't let her stay down for long. Still, she is only human, as much as that aggravates her. She can't do it all, and if she comes to the peak of frustration she's likely to boil over and sulk for the rest of the day.

At first Zita might come off as pushy and aggressive - and she most definitely has these qualities - but really she is just unused to the whole social thing. She doesn't beat around the bush, but even so, she could be a great friend if someone let her. Her only self-perceived weakness: she can get a bit sentimental.

History:
Zita was born in Castelia City, the largest metropolis in Unova. It's a competitive city, in a competitive region, full of competitive people - and Zita was one of them. Her family is related to a certain former champion's, so understandably they set a high standard for themselves. Being an only child, Zita inherited a lot of expectations. She wanted to live up to them, and for the most part she did. Her grades were always top of her class growing up, and she seemed to have an affinity for Pokemon - but eventually, Zita grew restless. Bored. She wanted the freedom of being a Pokemon Trainer. Her personality got more out of hand every year, until she went off alone to the nearby desert area to get a jump start on her career.

See, Zita knew she had what it took to be a successful trainer. Maybe in the future she could visit other regions, run a gym of her own, or even become a champion! ...but, she didn't look before she leaped. She got lost in the Desert Resort. Chasing after a little Darumaka is what eventually led her out of the sand swept area. Once back in more familiar territory, Zita proudly proclaimed, "you'll be my first partner!" and the Pokemon appeared to agree.

After that, Zita took things just a smidgen more seriously. She spent her days training, training, aaaaand doing more training. Her parents supported her, but also gently tried to steer her in the direction they wanted her to go. Both successful themselves, they pushed her to maybe get back into her studies. Perhaps choose a stronger starting Pokemon. Maybe look for a sponsor? All ideas Zita absolutely hated. She needed space, not books or money! ...okay, maybe some money, but definitely not a new Pokemon.

It took a few months to convince her family to let her take off to another region. Unova's league was tough, not for amateurs, so maybe Zita would have some better luck kicking off her career elsewhere. It was several more months before her parents agreed to let her go to Orre of all places - but in Zita's opinion, it was perfect. Low profile, unforgiving, and pretty similar to Bo's home habitat. Surely they'd both get stronger there. With a surprisingly heartfelt goodbye and excitement in her heart, Zita sent off for a region strange to her.

Reason for Traveling to Orre:
With the region's rugged reputation, Zita figured it would be the perfect place to "increase her power level," as it were. Her goal is to conquer the Colosseum League before returning home to Unova to eventually face down the current champion.

Starting Pokemon: Darumaka

Notes:
Having only just arrived in Orre, Zita knows nothing about Cipher, Shadow Pokemon, or the area's past.

[+]

Name:
Bo

Personality:
A happy, curious, hyper-active little fellow. However energetic Zita is, Bo is two times more. He enjoys exploring and trying new things a lot more than battling, much to his trainer's chagrin. He's very friendly too, even willing to follow orders from people other than Zita. Bo doesn't give up at anything easily, and through he and Zita's hard work he's been getting a little stronger!

History:
Zita's first Pokemon. They met in the Desert Resort when Zita was lost. Somehow, perhaps even accidentally, Bo managed to lead her back to Route 4. After their first meeting, Zita declared that Bo would become her partner, and the Pokemon didn't see any reason to decline. After all, he found this human to be really interesting! They even looked a little alike. He's been living with her ever since.

Notes:
"When he sleeps, he won't fall over no matter how much you push him!
...huh? That's normal for all Darumaka? W-well, Bo does it the best!"

Forsaken

Wow. This group was certainly something. From their smallest kobold member to the largest warforged - or, maybe that skeleton - they were all certainly... a powder keg. Yep. Though Flick had been wrong before, in fact just seconds ago if the female Genasi's reaction was anything to go by. He raised his hands in front of himself, pairing an awkward grin with his placating gesture. Thankfully the topic of their promised payment came up. Flick took the stack offered to him with a small word of thanks to the old man. He waved the papers lightly in front of him for a few moments before stashing them away on the inside of his coat. Flick glanced at all of the room's occupants again - most of them seemed all right. He knew you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, a gnoll by it's spots or what have you, but as far as first impressions went, not the worst. A nice, thoughtful powder keg.

As soon as hot-headed genasi was out the door Flick let out a low whistle. To no one in particular he commented, "touchy one, huh?"

He stuck around to listen to the last few comments, even wanted to make a few himself, when the quiet girl pipped up. Forgetting something indeed - Garrick had tasked them with ending this whole nightmare, but there was still his specific request for closure, and two of their group seemed to have forgotten all about it. Well, made his life easier if someone else was doing the asking. Flicker leaned against the wall with his hands shoved into his pockets, paying close attention to everything their surprisingly generous benefactor was saying. Unfortunately it wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. Sure, this particular tale was new to him, but there had been more than enough rumors and stories floating around Forsaken about the same thing happening to a lot of other people. Was it sad, tragic even? Of course, but as far as Flick was concerned there was nothing he could do about it other than get the hell out of town. Still, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to at least try and help at all.

Flick nodded to the girl as she hurried out of the room before standing up straight and regarding the rest of the group. "Well, you guys heard everthin' right? Take it or leave it.

Sir," the genasi motioned toward Garrick, giving the man what he hoped was a friendly gesture of goodbye. He really hoped he hadn't gotten on Abraham's bad side, but it wouldn't be the first time. "Thanks for the opportunity."

Without further ado Flicker sauntered out, finding his way downstairs to the bar area where the other three already were. So at the very least these ones were in for the job. Flick had the same idea as the human girl and gravitated toward her and the otter. Best to let the other genasi cool down a bit, or at the very least let someone else handle her.

On his way over Flick intercepted the wait staff, plucking two drinks from her hands. "A few more over there, please." With no shame or pretense, the young man slid himself into an empty seat at the table and handed off the orders to his would-be companions.

"It's been goin' on for a while," the genasi started, taking it upon himself to answer the girl's question, "I take it you haven't been in Forsaken long if you hadn't heard a similar story by now. Like Mr. Garrick said, law don't really have any leads so no one can do anythin' about it." He paused. "Unless our little rag-tag comes upon a miracle. Assumin' everyone's still in."

He leaned back in his seat, glancing over again at the other genasi before he turned back and offered the others a smile. Whether they found it charming or not was their business, not his. "Name's Flick by the way. Ignatius."

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

With his bulk, Taras wasn't the type of man that could avoid pressurized traps, so one wrong step could prove dangerous - and did, once he heard the soft and subtle shift beneath his foot of something moving that didn't belong there. In the next moment the man was hoisted up, caught in a slick net. It was fortunate there were no explosives in this trap, and instinctively Taras moved to cut himself out. He was stopped mid action by an unwelcome guest in his little space, coming face to face with the sheared visage of a man. Normally this kind of thing didn't bother him, and it didn't bother him now - but it made him pause just long enough that it might have proven lethal if not for Yonaka's quick intervention.

Even though her voice sounded a bit off as though relayed through a machine, the extremely poor attempt at mimicking his accent was more than enough to know it was Yonaka that called out. Taras was ripped from the air as something broke the cord and shattered against the tree, spawning a pretty large slab of metal. Both he and the plate hit the ground soon afterward, the gunman's bullet striking the shield. Spurred back into action, Taras cut himself free of his macabre bindings... but he didn't leave the shreds of the man behind. He took the face in one gloved hand, giving it a bit of a more thorough once over and barely suppressing a grin. Now this was art. The work of the truly deranged - or, the truly angry. He bundled the skin up and tucked it away before moving with as much speed as possible to join Yonaka behind the tank once it reached his area. The woman's Stand, or what he presumed was her Stand, was hard to miss.

"Well done," Taras spoke to the agent, "I am relieved to see you can do more than play music."

His tone wasn't sour for once, but to say it was friendly would be disingenuous. They still had some warming up to do with each other. After a moment Taras added, "Quick recovery too." His own Stand, still clinging to his back, wiggled a little bit with his words. Truth be told the Russian man was rather impressed with Ritz' abilities, but like hell he was going to admit that right now.

Quickly, he focused on the task at hand and ducked his head to relay what Yonaka likely already knew. "Single shooter. Annoying accuracy. Uncanny, even. This tank may not be able to protect us from that for long. Get us up to the fort though and this will be a one sided fight no longer." With a wry smile he patted the woman's freshly healed shoulder and flicked his gaze from her, to「Bad Case」, to the fortress. The little mechanical insect hopped off the man and scuttled quickly around the tank. With all that had suddenly happened, and Oscuro still on the move, now was the perfect time to send the Stand scouting. It was light and quick and soon enough「Bad Case」made it inside ahead of the group.

Topic of the Day/Week/Whatever

Cats have...fuckin no one.

@Fabricant451

Garfield? Felix? Hellokitty?

That being said I am team cat. I like dogs, but in a similar experience I got my arm chewed up by a large dog so tend to avoid them. Cats are less hassle and they can be just as cuddly and playful as puppies if you let them.