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Why Did We Reincarnate as Anything but a Human?!

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Celestial Speck

Celestial Speck

I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
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Have you ever wondered how it is like to die?

Have you ever wondered what happens after you die?

Maybe you go to heaven, maybe you become free of all pain and suffering, and become an ascended being. Maybe there isn't something at all, and dying just means staring at eternal nothingness, which can be the universal equivalent to watching paint dry.

Those thoughts run across your head as you feel your consciousness leaving you. Your body becoming colder as your blood starts to lose heat and dry up. Your heart slowly starts to slow down, and oxygen leaves your brain, leaving you no room to think straight. It sucks, frankly. Dying is extremely overrated. You like to believe manga and anime really make it look better then it actually is. Still, at the very least...You have your regrets. You have your pride. And you have a wish. A wish that'll never get granted now.

COMPATIBLE USER FOUND.

STATUS: ACCEPTABLE CONDITIONS FOR REINCARNATION PROCESS.

ANALYZING...ANALYZING...
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...Eh, there it is. You're starting to hear things. Damn, that voice is really loud, huh...Hey, can he give you a break? You don't want anyone else making this more annoying then it is...


AVAILABLE WORLDS: 14,024,213,567,331,221,567,091...PLEASE STATE YOUR REQUESTED TYPE OF WORLD. ​

...What, is this an isekai, now? Sure, Siri. I'd like a generic fantasy world, medium-rare.


COMPATIBLE WORLDS FOUND. ANALYZING THE ONE WITH THE MOST OPPORTUNITIES...

...WORLD CHOSEN. AERIL. ​


And then, just like that, you disappear.

Your body shifts and turns like a machine, you can see shapes you never thought that existed flash into your mind. Stars are around you, and you can feel something analyzing you. You're swimming through this sea of nothingness, finding nothing and nothing, as you feel yourself becoming...Something else...Your body shape changes, your voice, your appearance, everything about is changing as you hear that same voice in your head...

And when you wake up-

You realize you're not dying.

...And that you got reincarnated as a monster.

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Hello, everyone. I'm Speck, and some of you might know me already for my current RP, The League of Curious Masterminds, and a few Quests of mine on both this site and SpaceBattles. Yes, I am beginning another RP. No, I'm not abandoning any projects to make space for this one. In fact, this is going to be a relatively minor project of mine, as you can guess by the premise, that is, frankly speaking, quite generic as you can see.

Yes, this is an Isekai RP where you, the player, takes control of a character that became a monster. As you can guess, it's heavily inspired by other series of the same genre, such as 'That Time I got Reincarnated as a Slime', 'I'm Now a Spider, So What?' and 'Re: Monster.'

The twist here is that you won't be choosing which monster you want to be. Well, you do, but it'll be done rather indirectly. If any of you have seen the first anime I listed, the monster selection will be done that way. Your character is dying, their last words are taken out of context, and are transformed into abilities that monsters possess.

'What types of monsters exist?' Well, frankly speaking, it can be nearly anything that exists in fiction, but it mostly narrows it down to things like slimes, goblins, spiders, kobolds, etc.

To do that, I'll ask you all to do a small intro post of your character living their lives and then dying, and then speaking their last words to Siri over there, along with your character sheet.

Is this needlessly complicated? Yes, but I want to avoid everyone wanting to pick the most overpowered monsters. And frankly speaking, it makes things more fun.

The sheet style is as follows:

Name:

Age:

Nationality:

Appearance: (Image recommended.)

Backstory:

Biggest Achievement:

Biggest Failure:

Personal Wish:

Likes and Dislikes: (Go in depth as to why your character dislikes/likes those things. I don't want you just saying single words.)

Objectives In New World:



As always, any questions, and I'll reply to them to the best of my ability.
 
So this sounds kind of itneresting.. is this going to be like a sort of party of adventurers except as monsters? Or is this more city-building type with use working together to make a base-type thing? Or are we all split across the land and do our own thing?

May make a sheet... somewhat interested to be honest... how often do you expect to update?
 
Heaven Canceler said:
So this sounds kind of itneresting.. is this going to be like a sort of party of adventurers except as monsters? Or is this more city-building type with use working together to make a base-type thing? Or are we all split across the land and do our own thing?

May make a sheet... somewhat interested to be honest... how often do you expect to update?
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It'll be a bit of everything, really.

My updates will come depending on activity coming from the users, so it'll really depend on how often you guys post. But I may also take some time, considering I have other projects.
 
What sort of world will we be ending up in? Accepting of monsters or not, light or dark, high magic or low magic, etc? Also, are you asking for SI's or OCs?
 
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What sort of world will we be ending up in? Accepting of monsters or not, light or dark, high magic or low magic, etc? Also, are you asking for SI's or OCs?
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OC's, please.

Also, to avoid metagaming, I'll avoid saying anything about the world. But it's a world where most types of monsters you see around in mythology and fiction exist.
 
Celestial Speck said:
OC's, please.

Also, to avoid metagaming, I'll avoid saying anything about the world. But it's a world where most types of monsters you see around in mythology and fiction exist.
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I'm mostly just asking to help me decide what sort of character I should make; I'd make a different character for a light-hearted and more silly world (like Slimesekai) than a dark and gritty one (like an isekai-Berserk equivalent), for example.
 
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I'm mostly just asking to help me decide what sort of character I should make; I'd make a different character for a light-hearted and more silly world (like Slimesekai) than a dark and gritty one (like an isekai-Berserk equivalent), for example.
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Fair enough. The world is gonna be rather generic and light-hearted, but considering the lore of some of the monsters, it might get a bit creepy at times, but nothing that screams 'fucked up.'
 
Huh. Interesting RP concept.
Name: Erik Nguyen

Age: 23

Nationality: Vietnamese/American


Backstory: A relatively normal guy, Erik worked primarily as a stockbroker and off-time as a butcher. He had no romantic relations, and solely kept going off of random ideas and plans. He didn't have some kind of end goal, so he just went with what seemed best. Avoided becoming a doctor due to them having the weight of others' lives in their hands, so he chose his job as he did...

However, it's not like he was a major head or even a recognizable face among his colleagues. He did the jobs he was given and celebrated with everybody else when things went well. And well, there's always idiots who think the stock market is some kind of easy gold mine instead of the constant battle of keeping the info up to date and predicting how the scenarios play out. So, it's no wonder at some point one of those dipshits end up cracking and decide to take someone down with them...

Not that they were really good at fighting, to be honest. They stabbed me in the gut, and even though it hurt, I might've been able to live if I just laid there and kept myself calm. Unfortunately, I let the heat get to my head, and ended up taking it out and stabbing the guy in a more vital area as they weren't paying attention. It was quite a lot more thrilling and relieved a lot of weight on my shoulder, although I suppose me being a butcher was for relieving that stress in the first place, huh.

Biggest Achievement: I can't say I really achieved much, but at least I was able to keep myself together through all the mess in the market and right before I died. Can't say I was just some business guy who curled up and let life beat on me at least.

Biggest Failure: Failing to keep himself in control when things went to shit is a big problem to be honest. Making bad predictions, resorting to violence when things fall short. I know I could do better, but goddamn, I really needed to calm down...I suppose that's kinda why my old friends kinda parted with me...

Personal Wish: ...Now that I think back on life, I guess I really didn't achieve much in it really. Sorta just been the background character of someone's big success story. I did want to try wrestling in my life once, but that kind of wasn't really what I was really into. I was more into the oddly smooth fights of secret agent or detective action scenes. Predicting and laying out schemes to overwhelm your enemy showed a lot more goes into though before a fight that people assume is all wild swings and hits.

Likes and Dislikes: Things I like? I suppose I always did enjoy handling a heavy blade and carving things. Suppose an issue of letting a kid be able to carry a knife in the kitchen, but hey, I helped. I can't say much else was a major like, but I guess I was interested in stories and watching cartoons & animes. Mostly as a pass time when work in both lines is light enough that I find me not doing much.

I do hate one thing in particular though. People who go and take a look at something I know takes both precision and some though in doing, and going "Oh, I can do that" with 0 experience in the action. The pure autistic confidence in that absolutely irritates me. Most if not everybody who goes by that thought more often than not ends up screwing things up for everybody. Everybody's seen the 'Retard Protag-wannabe' characters end up being the cause of every problem after all. Other things are much smaller, people who constantly make mistakes and don't ask for help, working with amateurs who believe their service is worthy of serving God, etc, etc...Ah.

One last thing I also hate a lot. Back-peddlers. Not backstabbers, so long as they don't fall in the same line as back-peddlers. What do I mean? Imagine you had this plan of future profits, and trade deals. But then one of the people in charge of a company decides "eeeeh, I don't think this project we've been putting in the making for years on end is profitable" and fucking cancel it. Then stockholders who saw promise in that project begin backing out, causing the company to hemorrhage money like a gutted carcass. As a stockbroker, I had to deal with that mess, and also lost in the transaction all because they decided to back out of a plan in the making that had others in the profit

Objectives In New World: Settle himself down and go for the top this time. As for what's at the top...probably try to become the strongest there is. Isn't it the first idea that most get when they get Isekai-ed?
I feel heavy "While you were studying *blank*, I studied the blade" memes from my sheet, but eh. Being violent is a good way of letting off steam for peeps, and at least he has his own outlet that gets him money too. Somewhat of a hypocrite tho.
 
Noob5674 said:
Huh. Interesting RP concept.
Name: Erik Nguyen

Age: 23

Nationality: Vietnamese/American


Backstory: A relatively normal guy, Erik worked primarily as a stockbroker and off-time as a butcher. He had no romantic relations, and solely kept going off of random ideas and plans. He didn't have some kind of end goal, so he just went with what seemed best. Avoided becoming a doctor due to them having the weight of others' lives in their hands, so he chose his job as he did...

However, it's not like he was a major head or even a recognizable face among his colleagues. He did the jobs he was given and celebrated with everybody else when things went well. And well, there's always idiots who think the stock market is some kind of easy gold mine instead of the constant battle of keeping the info up to date and predicting how the scenarios play out. So, it's no wonder at some point one of those dipshits end up cracking and decide to take someone down with them...

Not that they were really good at fighting, to be honest. They stabbed me in the gut, and even though it hurt, I might've been able to live if I just laid there and kept myself calm. Unfortunately, I let the heat get to my head, and ended up taking it out and stabbing the guy in a more vital area as they weren't paying attention. It was quite a lot more thrilling and relieved a lot of weight on my shoulder, although I suppose me being a butcher was for relieving that stress in the first place, huh.

Biggest Achievement: I can't say I really achieved much, but at least I was able to keep myself together through all the mess in the market and right before I died. Can't say I was just some business guy who curled up and let life beat on me at least.

Biggest Failure: Failing to keep himself in control when things went to shit is a big problem to be honest. Making bad predictions, resorting to violence when things fall short. I know I could do better, but goddamn, I really needed to calm down...I suppose that's kinda why my old friends kinda parted with me...

Personal Wish: ...Now that I think back on life, I guess I really didn't achieve much in it really. Sorta just been the background character of someone's big success story. I did want to try wrestling in my life once, but that kind of wasn't really what I was really into. I was more into the oddly smooth fights of secret agent or detective action scenes. Predicting and laying out schemes to overwhelm your enemy showed a lot more goes into though before a fight that people assume is all wild swings and hits.

Likes and Dislikes: Things I like? I suppose I always did enjoy handling a heavy blade and carving things. Suppose an issue of letting a kid be able to carry a knife in the kitchen, but hey, I helped. I can't say much else was a major like, but I guess I was interested in stories and watching cartoons & animes. Mostly as a pass time when work in both lines is light enough that I find me not doing much.

I do hate one thing in particular though. People who go and take a look at something I know takes both precision and some though in doing, and going "Oh, I can do that" with 0 experience in the action. The pure autistic confidence in that absolutely irritates me. Most if not everybody who goes by that thought more often than not ends up screwing things up for everybody. Everybody's seen the 'Retard Protag-wannabe' characters end up being the cause of every problem after all. Other things are much smaller, people who constantly make mistakes and don't ask for help, working with amateurs who believe their service is worthy of serving God, etc, etc...Ah.

One last thing I also hate a lot. Back-peddlers. Not backstabbers, so long as they don't fall in the same line as back-peddlers. What do I mean? Imagine you had this plan of future profits, and trade deals. But then one of the people in charge of a company decides "eeeeh, I don't think this project we've been putting in the making for years on end is profitable" and fucking cancel it. Then stockholders who saw promise in that project begin backing out, causing the company to hemorrhage money like a gutted carcass. As a stockbroker, I had to deal with that mess, and also lost in the transaction all because they decided to back out of a plan in the making that had others in the profit

Objectives In New World: Settle himself down and go for the top this time. As for what's at the top...probably try to become the strongest there is. Isn't it the first idea that most get when they get Isekai-ed?
I feel heavy "While you were studying *blank*, I studied the blade" memes from my sheet, but eh. Being violent is a good way of letting off steam for peeps, and at least he has his own outlet that gets him money too. Somewhat of a hypocrite tho.
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Btw, you still gotta write a mini-post involving this chara dying and stuff so I can pick a monster for you. It doesn't have to be super long, but detail is appreciated. Backstory is mostly for the stuff he did before he died.

EDIT: Actually, nvm. I think I can work with this. @Noob5674
 
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Celestial Speck said:
Btw, you still gotta write a mini-post involving this chara dying and stuff so I can pick a monster for you. It doesn't have to be super long, but detail is appreciated. Backstory is mostly for the stuff he did before he died.

EDIT: Actually, nvm. I think I can work with this. @Noob5674
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Alright. I can write the mini-post in a spoiler in the sheet if you need it
 
Can I be a Gremlin? By which I mean a tiny and adorable fae creature aligned with the mythic theme of Technology, who therefore has a penchant for inexplicably constructing massively overengineered death machines and bits of mad science that wouldn't be out of place in Girl Genius.

Re-read the character creation rules...
 
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Alright, here you go.

Name: Katsuro Yamauchi

Age: 29

Nationality: Japanese


Backstory: He was born to an ailing mother, and a father that was constantly working, and going on 'business' trips. As The oldest kid in a group of 5 he was the "Father" of the group. He made sure everything was set up, and ready to go, assigned chores. He faced his own troubles, his siblings rebelled, got into dangerous activities, and he had to help them get out of them. Durinmg his freshman year in high school, his father divorced his mother in a bid of love for another woman, and left his kids behind her unable care. His mother was still sick, and needed medicine, and he had to make sure his siblings were well fed, and had a place to sleep, so he quit school. Having no high education he worked as a part timer, helping his siblings through their school work by getting rid of his sleep almost altogether. Most days he got 2 hours of sleep if he was lucky, but just the smile of his siblings, and mother made it all worth it to him. He managed with a bit of hard work to get his youngest sister into a prestigious high school she was always the smartest of them.

His mother's condition grew worse and worse over the years, whenever one of his siblings moved out of the house it always seemed like he had more to pay for not less. When his last sibling was ready to leave his own body fell out.

Biggest Achievement: Making sure his four younger siblings were set up and went to pursue careers in fields they enjoyed. It might not seem like a lot to other people, but that was his biggest accomplishment, and he knew he wouldn't change anything to make it better.

Biggest Failure: He Never managed to live his own life, every single day was making sure his family was well taken care of, and when they were out of the house he himself was gone.

Personal Wish: "I have never been the protaganist of my own story, I've always been a supporting character for my siblings, making sure that they would have a life worth living. I want a life worth living, a life where people will discuss me as someone more important than just the person that took care of them. I Want a life worth talking about. "

Likes
Family (He spent his life caring for them, and he'd do anything to make them smile. Izumi, Kenji, Ryuu, Koji, and Tsubaki his siblings, and Ami His mother. )
Wealth (If he was rich, he could have dealt with so much of the crap he was thrown a whole lot better. )
happiness (He likes the happiness of people he cares about, and he'll be happy when they're happy.)
Good luck (He appreciates a bit of good fortune when he can get it, having to deal with a lot of bad, makes him appreciate the sweet bits a bit more so.)
Peace (The days where he wasn't so busy, and could spend time relaxing were great. Those days were scarce, but they were always nice days to remember.)
Victory (He likes winning, although not a sore loser, he does prefer winning rather than not.)
Son (He never got out much, but he always thought he'd be a good father considering how well he raised his siblings.)

Dislikes:
Bills (If he didn't have to worry about this, his life would have been a lot happier.)
Exhaustion (God, he hated how tired he was every day, but he had to work hard to help his family, he just wish he didn't get so tired doing it.)
Time (He never had much time, and with each hour flashing by it always felt like a waste.)
Father (His father left him and his siblings under the care of his sick mother. )

Objectives In New World: Kill and dismantle nests of evil, and improve/build the institutions to stop them from happening in the future.



Death Post:
Tsukuka University, Tsubaki's Graduation ceremony was today. Katsuo was happy for her, he couldn't fall asleep last night, but he made sure to have the day off at the gas station, and convenience store to leave. Tsubaki was always the smartest of his siblings. Dorms were expensive, so he had taken a 1 room apartment for her, and him to live in. It was expensive for his budget, there were multiple problems and he had to account for them with his meager paycheck, food was scarce, and simple. But, today was a painful one. His body ached, he had a headache, his vision was blurry, and he was cranky. So, he left wearing his work clothes. He knew the route.

Leaving the apartment an hour early to get there on time. He found that his walking was shaky, passing through various city streets as he headed to the university, he entered the park. His vision still blurry he saw something clear and crisp, which surprised me the person that he saw before him surprised him even more. It was his father. Just seeing him pissed him off, he left his family, to starve. Under the care of a sick woman. He was an excuse of a man, who's very presence ticked him off. Why was he seeing him now? He walked slowly, but surely, as his father came closer himself. When he reached the phantom, he punched it, and it dissipated. Confused, he left. Forgetting about it entirely after a short while.

Nearing the final crosswalk to the college. His left side became sluggish and fell, he couldn't move his left side of his face, his arm, and his leg barely held him up. The Headache became worse, and he became virtually blind as his vision was simply too blurry to see anything. Walking was a struggle, but he continued. He didn't know what he was doing, what he was, he was simply confused. Having no idea what was going on, simply walking forward seemed like the best idea. Unfortunately, he couldn't walk straight. He walked onto the street, where his legs simply gave out and he collapsed. A Car ran him over quickly thereafter.



COMPATIBLE USER FOUND.

STATUS: ACCEPTABLE CONDITIONS FOR REINCARNATION PROCESS.

ANALYZING...ANALYZING...​


Hmm My thoughts are more clear, I guess I'll die hallucinating. Might as well play along,

AVAILABLE WORLDS: 14,024,213,567,331,221,567,091...PLEASE STATE YOUR REQUESTED TYPE OF WORLD. ​

A World of light fantasy, one where I can relax comparatively speaking, and keep my memories. I couldn't bear losing my memories of my family.


COMPATIBLE WORLDS FOUND. ANALYZING THE ONE WITH THE MOST OPPORTUNITIES...

...WORLD CHOSEN. AERIL. ​
 
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With people so far doing such serious characters sheets, I am kinda tempted to make something silly like a "crazy cat lady" archetype character. Some woman who felt lonely and loved animals, so she took in countless strays until her house was full of cats. Then got run over by truck-kun. Her dying wish was "feed my cats please!"
 
Did a thing.

Name: Markus Baker

Age:53

Nationality: American.

Appearance:

Backstory: Markus Baker was born in a rough neighborhood in Boston. His father was an alcoholic and perpetually unemployed and his mother was a nurse who worked graveyard shifts and took every single extra shift she could. Markus was a rowdy child who brawled in the streets and made something of a name for himself as a scrapper. It was only after his mother died of a heart attack and his father collected her Insurance money that he began to try and better himself if only so, that he could try to make something of himself that she would be proud of. His father managed to drink the last of the money away just in time for Markus to get out of high school and enlist in the navy. His ASVAB scores were good enough that he managed to get into Corpsman school. Just in time for Operation Desert Shield. He was deployed attached to the 2nd Marines. He stayed on through both Operation Desert Sheild and Desert Storm and even some of the policing actions that followed after them. He saw and went through a lot in those 8 years.

After serving he used his GI bill to get his BSN and become a Nurse Practioner. He moved to Albany not long after his father died in Scholersis and managed to get a job at Albany General in the ICU. It was in the next 5 years that he met the woman that would become his wife at a Night Shift Singles party that was put on by a local bar. She was a cop and an amazing woman. They had an amazing 20 years together and had three kids. Tabitha, Tiffany, and Johnathon. Tabitha was his oldest at just shy of 19. She wanted to be a Civil engineer and had a better head for numbers than Markus did by a country mile. Tiffany was the middle child at 16 and was hoping to join her father as a nurse. And last but, not least was his son Johnathon. John was 14 and wanted to be a writer. Markus was worried about him but, encouraged him all the same. His kids loved him but, they did take some advantage from the fact that he worked as much as he did.

Markus was more than happy with his life until just 2 weeks before his 54th birthday, He was driving out of town for a reunion with some of his squad from Desert Storm when he hit a patch of black ice and lost control. His car flew into a ditch and he died nearly instantly as the steering column rammed it's way through his ribcage and crushed his heart like a tomato.

Biggest Achievement: Managing to avoid becoming his father and actually raising his kids. Instead of just drowning himself in drink like his father did.

Biggest Failure: Not telling his Wife and Kids He loved them more before he died.

Personal Wish: That he can do something in this new life that would make his kids proud of him.

Likes:
His Family: Markus is proud that he managed to avoid becoming the bastard that his father was.
Cats: A cat is an independent creature that if you die it can take care of itself. Markus likes not having to worry about what'll happen to his cat when he dies.
Spicy Food: You can only eat so many Bland MRE's before you find yourself wishing for almost anything else.
Driving: There's something about the silence that driving at night with only yourself in the car that really set Markus at ease.
Boxing: He got into it in the Navy and still does it Recreational sometimes.
Smoking:It's a bad habit but, it keeps him steady at times.
Dislikes:
Alcohol: Markus dislikes Alcohol to an extreme his father is a prime example of why you shouldn't drink.
Fireworks: It's one of the few triggers for his PTSD that he hasn't managed to work through yet.
Math: Specifically algebra. It's one of those petty hatreds from his childhood that just stayed with him.
Bland Food: MRE's are full of vitamins and enough calories to get a fighting Solider through the day. It doesn't mean they don't taste like wet cardboard.


Objectives In New World: Find out what exactly he can do to help.

and the Mini-Post of his death.
Markus sighed, rubbed his eyes, and yawned as he drove along the winding road. He wondered to himself why exactly he was going to this meeting again. Then he remembered how at the last meeting two more of the guys wouldn't make it to a reunion ever again. He knew that at least a few of the guys used this as a touchstone to keep themselves above the blackline. He was one of the lucky ones. He checked the time on his dashboard and resolved to pull over and find a place to sleep at the next opportunity. As he looked back up he just managed to catch the distinctive sheen of black ice seconds before he felt his car begin to fishtail. He tried to turn into the swerve but he overcorrected. As his car careened off the road into the ditch all he felt was remorse. He was leaving his wife and kids alone in the world. He was sad that he wasn't going to be able to see his kids grow up. See Tabitha get here degree, help Tiffany with her homework, See John follow his dreams. He wasn't going to be able to see them grow and become their own people. He was going to miss every part of their lives. His last full thought was. "I'm sorry." as his steering column shoved itself through his sternum, turning his rubs to powder and pulping his heart and lungs.
This work? @Celestial Speck
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See my smile said:
Did a thing.

Name: Markus Baker

Age:43

Nationality: American.

Appearance:

Backstory: Markus Baker was born in a rough neighborhood in Boston. His father was an alcoholic and perpetually unemployed and his mother was a nurse who worked graveyard shifts and took every single extra shift she could. Markus was a rowdy child who brawled in the streets and made something of a name for himself as a scrapper. It was only after his mother died that he began to try and better himself if only so, that he could make her proud of him. His father managed to drink the last of the money away just in time for Markus to get out of high school and enlist in the navy. His ASVAB scores were good enough that he managed to get into Corpsman school. Just in time for Operation Desert Shield. He was deployed attached to the 2nd Marines. He stayed on through both Sheild and Sword and even some of the policing actions after that. After serving 8 years he left and used his GI bill to get his BSN and become a Nurse Practioner. He moved to Albany and managed to get a job at Albany general. He worked happily for the rest of his life and managed to marry an amazing woman and have three kid, 2 girls, and his sone, until just 2 weeks before his 44th birthday He was driving out of town for a regimental reunion when he hit a patch of black ice and lost control. His car flew into a ditch and he died nearly instantly.

Biggest Achievement: Managing to avoid becoming his father.

Biggest Failure: Not telling his Wife and Kids He loved them more before he died.

Personal Wish: That his kids are taken care of and that his wife isn't

Likes:
His Family: Markus is proud that he managed to avoid becoming the bastard that his father was.
Cats: A cat is an independent creature that if you die it can take care of itself. Markus likes not having to worry about what'll happen to his cat when he dies.
Spicy Food: You can only eat so many Bland MRE's before you find yourself wishing for almost anything else.
Driving: There's something about the silence that driving at night with only yourself in the car that really set Markus at ease.
Boxing: He got into it in the Navy and still does it Recreational sometimes.
Smoking:It's a bad habit but, it keeps him steady at times.
Dislikes:
Alcohol: Markus dislikes Alcohol to an extreme his father is a prime example of why you shouldn't drink.
Math: Specifically algebra. It's one of those petty hatreds from his childhood that just stayed with him.
Fireworks: It's one of the few triggers for his PTSD that he hasn't managed to work through yet.

Objectives In New World: Find out where he is and what exactly he can do to help.

and the Mini-Post of his death.
Markus sighed, rubbed his eyes, and yawned as he drove along the winding road. He wondered to himself why exactly was he going to this meeting again. He checked the time on his dashboard and resolved to pull over and find a place to sleep at the next opportunity. As he looked back up he just managed to catch the distinctive sheen of black ice seconds before he felt his car begin to fishtail. He tried to turn into the swerve but he overcorrected. The last thing he saw was a telephone pole before his steering column shoved itself through his sternum.
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The sheet seems fine, but I kinda wish the death post had more to it. I wanted things like last thoughts, feelings, and stuff like that so I can properly pick skills and abilities. The thoughts can be pretty much anything, they'll be either become literal skills or be taken out of context.

I can work with just the sheet, but it would work more if the death post had those things in it.
 
Celestial Speck said:
The sheet seems fine, but I kinda wish the death post had more to it. I wanted things like last thoughts, feelings, and stuff like that so I can properly pick skills and abilities. The thoughts can be pretty much anything, they'll be either become literal skills or be taken out of context.

I can work with just the sheet, but it would work more if the death post had those things in it.
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Oh thank heavens, an OC game.

Imma give this a shot methinks, I've had a hankering for some isekai for some time.
 
Name: Lily Archer

Age: 27

Nationality: Canadian

Appearance:

Backstory: Not everyone is an honest salaryman who makes a generic living, lives a generic life--some would even argue such people to be in the minority, for all that people like using it as a common touchstone for their lives. Compared to that, Lily's life has been... Frustratingly lacking in achievements. Clever, but not too clever, she rolled through the various school systems of the country, bouncing from place to place while attached to a family that regularly moved due to various business concerns--occasionally exceeding the material, more regularly finding herself having to relearn all but the basics due to the unspoken assumptions every curriculum rolled with, leading to an overall medicore performance in education. Some might make do with physical talents, but Lily was shortsighted, petite, and frankly entirely unwilling to take up the punishing training regime she would need just to keep pace--and without the connections established from growing up in one place, finding a trade or other skill to join in on became a nearly insurmountable barrier. She could make a little spare change here and there with the standard low-prospects jobs, but with the modern economy decaying as it was and the service industry increasingly crowded out by people who were more willing to work under rough conditions, even this wasn't sustainable.

But--she got her big break, an offer for an interview to work as an office adminstrator up at a big mill in the interior--all she needed to do was hop on the bus, attend, try not to drop the spaghetti--and she might finally be making enough money to comfortably live off of.

And then the bus lost control on approach to a bridge, took a dive into the lake, and she was one of the handful who did not manage to get to safety--being struck by the poorly secured carry-on luggage of her neighbours was a rough way to go, especially when everyone else mostly ran for their lives as the water poured in. It wasn't one of the best ways to go.

Hopefully this miraculous second try went better?

Biggest Achievement: "There was a period when I was younger that people thought I was actually kinda smart, I'm not sure how much of it was just me being small and nerdy looking, but I did get a few nice awards in school during that one stretch where we actually got to stick around for a while. Then we moved out, I didn't know anybody, and it never really happened again."

Biggest Failure: "I had an opportunity once to bypass all of this--the military was always looking for people, and it wasn't like the old days where you had to already be super strong to get through it, right? I just needed to get the basic stuff done, pick up some trade that needed a lot of attention to detail, and then the rest would follow... I tapped out on my fifth day of basic, and was stupid enough to think I couldn't go any further after a day's bed rest. That's not something you get to come back from."

Personal Wish: "I want to be someone who can commit to what I want to be, who can set a goal and make it happen, even if things get hard"

Likes and Dislikes: Lily is a dreamer at heart--though she's socially anxious and has difficulty connecting with other people, making her a poor storyteller and not the best at getting her feelings across to other people. She loves reading stories of adventure, with great heroes and strange mysteries that get peeled back bit by bit over a long story. Mostly because that helps keep her attention off of the problems of reality, where her indecisive nature leads her to hesitate when she should move forward, and watching avenues of self-satisfaction and self-actualization closing off, leaving her just hacking away at terrible drudge work just to pay the rent and put food on the table. Any situation that lets her try and live vicariously through someone else's experiences is something that gets her attention--but secretly, she'd love being the protagonist of one of those stories, even if she's halfway convinced that she'd do a far worse job than these paragons.

Objectives In New World: It's a miraculous second chance! There's got to be something she can do here in this place that can let her feel like she's doing something right. Magical research? Become some great heroine of justice? Maaaaybe rule a kingdom or something? Who knows! It's a mystery!

Long bus trips were the worst.

Oh sure, they were a relatively economical way of covering a lot of ground in a short period of time--especially when owning a vehicle of your own that could reliably cover the winter roads wasn't an option--but the chairs were uncomfortable, the company was shady, and the it was way colder than it needed to be. Lily huffed as she tugged on her scarf--she was largely swallowed by her winter gear, which kind of made her look a bit like a puff of nylon and other synthetic fabrics, but that was okay--she'd be fine, she had her books, she was nice and toasty-warm, it was just a matter of relaxing until she got there, maybe mixing it up with a nap here and there?

Ah, that was just how the world worked, hurry up and wait, with increasing ferocity depending on what you were up to.

She put her knees up, curling up on her seat and reopening her book--it was mostly done, but that just meant she was at the climax right now, the most exciting part--right? She'd just finish up right here and take a nap then, it was still a good hour out yet. The bus continued to roll along the road, with the snowfall streaming past as it continued its inexorable advance to its destination. She could hear some horsing around up front, some teens apparently on a road trip getting a bit stir crazy--and she heard the driver bellow at them to settle down.

But she felt it then, a shifting in how the bus was moving--her gaze snapped up right along with curses of the driver and the others who noticed what was going on. The bus beginning to fishtail as it turned towards a bridge.

Oh.

This... This would be fine, right? Her body seized up, adrenaline pumping through her body as she tried aimlessly to assess the situation. It was going to hit the side of the bridge, wouldn't it? A bus was big though, it would be fine, she'd just jump out through the escape hatches, right?

It slammed into the side of the bridge, tilting up and over the guard--the clattering of luggage as her head swiveled over in the drection of the new distraction.

Only to see a carry-on bag full of electronics slam her in the face.

Darkness--for only a moment on the grand scheme of things, but a moment could be critical. Nobody was going to go looking for their luggage after all. "he...." Her voice creaked reflexively, clouded vision not being the most helpful with her glasses knocked off. The bus had already largely been abandoned, the bus had hit the side of the river, water pouring in as everyone else busted windows open and fled while she was immobile. She reached for her seatbelt--fumbling for it as she tried to work around the baggage that was pinning her--her fingers were numb already--her once helpful winter clothes weighing her down even more.

Was... This some kind of joke? A sick and twisted prank from on high? Grant opportunity only to lead to a slow doom? She grunted as she continued to fondle--and felt a lance of pain through her arm that punched through the numbness. The water was already reaching up to her chin and filling up quickly--she could take a breath though, this would be fine.

Stupid body, why couldn't you work the way she wanted it to! Why was she so weak all the time? All those urban legends of super strength in the face of death, where was it now? She breathed in as deeply as she could just before her nose was submerged. It was already dark in here, she was cold and stuck and confused and pinned by her own damn safety equipment and where was everyone. How unfair was this! She wasn't some robot who could just take a nap in the depths of the sea and be fine a few weeks later! She was just flesh and bone that just wouldn't work! Her lungs burned--a quick breath at the last minute wouldn't last her long, but she could just keep trying it wasn't over just yet.

She finally got her fingers on the mechanism, just as she felt she was out of time, she depressed the button and pulled...

And it wouldn't budge.

This was a joke, the river water was blinding, and her tears wouldn't be seen here, her free hand went to her mouth and nose to cover it, but her lungs heaved again and again against the pressure, darkness crawling in along the sides. A defective seatbelt? Here? Why couldn't things work they way they were supposed to?.

Her mouth opened reflexively, and water poured in, her lungs greedily flooding themselves in stupid instinctual efforts. She might have been doomed but why did it have to work that way.

This was a mean joke.

how was this fair.


Ugh, that was a horrible thing to write. It had better be comfy isekai adventures from here.
 
Going to be honest, I had this idea before I looked at anybody else's sheet; Pretty lucky it turned out so thematically fitting. Still a work in progress, though.
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tempted to make something silly
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Yes.. Give into the urge.. Join me..

Name: Kuroko Hikaru
Age: High School Age
Nationality: Japanese

Work in progress. Consider the image at Rank SSS+ for now. Seemingly composed; Maddened and neurotic. Not black haired; Either brunette or blonde. (White?)

Backstory: Kuroko Hikaru was a simple soul. In exchange for that simple soul, Hikaru had been granted a troublesome life; Or rather, a troublesome ease with success. He'd wake up, sweep his apartment for intruders, get ready for the day, and try to sneak to school in time for homeroom without being drawn into any zany antics. Day in, day out; Love letters, confessions, chocolates, poems-! All he wanted to do was study hard enough to find some dead end office job and live his life in the tranquil solitude of a cubicle-!

Was that too much to ask? Was it?! Apparently so! Teased by his friends, envied by peers, sought by women both younger and older than he-! There was no rest! None! The boy tried everything, from mussing his hair to putting on masks, even acting like some cold jerk in hopes of slowing their pursuit.. But no! No matter the choice he made in the spotlight, he always lost in the end; Somehow becoming even more popular afterwards?! So Hikaru trained himself to do his best in ignoring everything all together.

Through his methods, he eventually found the Holy Grail of hiding spots; His shrine of peace, the restrooms.. Until they found that too, and began waiting outside! His friends had sold him out in exchange for gacha coins, the traitors. Simmering with spite and sanctity desecrated, Hikaru was left with little choice but to flee into another bathroom. Such was this rushed panic of his that he hardly noticed the 'Caution, Wet Floor' sign before dashing for a stall. Ugh. Would somebody guard his body from grave diggers?

Biggest Achievement: There was this one special day where everything seemed normal for a time. Nobody had flooded his mail with confessions, there were no crazy hijinks and shenanigans being dropped onto his lap, he hadn't accidentally saved another foreign diplomat's infatuated daughter; Then he woke up the next day being kidnapped.

Biggest Failure: Becoming a highly sought figure within his local community, complete with legions of fangirls and stupidly obsessed stalkers.

Personal Wish: BBBBBBBBAKAYARO~! MAKE ME AVERAGE, YOU SHITTY SYSTEM-!

Likes and Dislikes: WIP, as is the death scene. The death scene where he slips, slams his head over a toilet seat, nearly drowns in the bowl, is half stripped for his clothes by girls with 'CPR training', before being dragged outside to be taken to the hospital only to be jostled, pulled, and pushed into the road by worried admirers.. Where the ambulance runs him over, backs up trying to find him, then finally (mercifully) crushes his head with a tire. His death makes national news, like most everything else he did.

Objectives In New World: Stay as far as possible from the limelight and live a nice, quiet, peaceful life.
 
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Name: Mark Hagen

Age: 20

Nationality: American

Appearance:

Backstory: Mark was a fairly average college student, or at least considered himself to be one. He mostly lived his life keeping a low profile. He spent most of his early life staying in school, and not doing much else, and didn't really try talking to other people unless he really needed to. by the time he was a teenager, there weren't that many people he would consider to be friends. Highschool was when thing started to change a bit for the better. Mark decided to start attempting to talk to people more, to somewhat mixed results, but he was talking more.

College was when things had truly improved for him. Mark was now going out of his way to do more, and try out some of the various groups at the college he was going to. Things were going well. Eventually, he decided to join the stage crew, and generally enjoyed the experience. He made some new friends, and was really into doing most of the physical work in putting everything together for a musical.

Mark had, against some of his better judgement, decided to cover for a friend of his in the stage crew, but there was one issue he couldn't really get past now that he was stuck with it. Adjusting the lights above the seats of a rather large theater. He had always hated working up there. He had to balance himself on some netting suspended between a bunch of rafters to get anywhere, and some the lights were on the very edge of it, and had nothing under them.

He had very slowly made his way to the lights he had to work with, and muttered to himself as he tried to get this over with. Keep your cool. Keep your Balance, get back to ground level.

And then the rafter and netting under him collapsed. In an instant, Mark was hyperventilating and hanging on for dear life, his life flashing before his eyes, and his grip slowly weakening. He tried to grabbing the light, only for that to come lose and nearly smash into his face. All things considered, this was not how he thought things would end for him. Mark had always thought that he would die in an accident involving the power tools before something like this.

Mark eventually lost his grip, and his last thoughts before falling all the way and smashing against the seats, and being followed by the light he was working on, were a mix of regrets and frustration. On one hand, I probably should have said no to covering for my friend. On the other, FUCK those lights AND the rafters set up for them!

Biggest Achievement: Being able to teach himself to cook to significant degree.

Biggest Failure: Mark would probably say that his biggest failure is not really going out of his way to make that many friends. While he may have been on good terms with others, he never really tried to get particularly close to anyone.

Personal Wish: HIs wish would be to have been able to fully dedicate himself to a single interest rather than constantly moving on to another one without really trying to see how good he could get at one.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes
  • Routine: Mark finds something about having a general set up for how things go to be kind of comforting.
  • Drawing: It's a hobby he enjoys doing. He might not be the best, but he likes to do it.
  • Cooking: A little something that's practical and adds a bit of spice to life.
Dislike
  • Heights: It's just something about looking down from them that makes him unbalanced and anxious.
  • Tedium: The point where repetition becomes dull and completely unbearable.
  • The spotlight: Being in the center of attention has never been Mark's thing, and he prefers to be in the background.
Objectives In New World: Mark's goal would be to try and find a new routine where he could find something he really enjoys doing, and be in a place and mindset where he could be more social with other people, and focus on his passions.
 
Here's my hat going into the ring.

Name: Jonathan Anderson

Age: 35

Nationality: American

Appearance:

Backstory: Jonathan Anderson lived what could be called an average life. At least as far as when compared to the other male members of his family. He was a third child, his position as the 'baby' of the family being quickly replaced by his little (and only) sister before he had started being able to remember things clearly. He would've liked to say that he didn't mind, but he would often feel envious of all the love that was sent her way. Why did his parents have to be so... so... happy to finally have a baby girl? He did, eventually, grow out of those feelings. Mostly. Being able to join in on babying his baby sister helped.

His status as the third brother heavily shaped his formative years, he just kind of... followed what they did. They got into video games and anime, so did he. They all followed their dad's lead in working in the computer software industry, so did he. They all got bachelor's degrees in computer science, well, did he get one in software engineering instead (almost the same thing really, but he was able to get a higher starting salary). He even had the same circle of friends as they did... leaving him with none once he moved to the city for his new job. He did end up doing one main thing different from all his siblings, he never got married. Hell, he had never even been on a date. He often felt that his life was empty compared to theirs', full of friends and new family members.

To try and fill that void, he tried to make some new friends through video games, but he never really felt close to them as he just didn't have the free time to play games all day as they did. Besides most of them were younger than he was, it felt weird. His brothers and even his sister didn't have much time to spare for him either (besides the occasional family outing to see a movie), they were all too busy being parents with spouses and kids and all the stress, but also joy, that brought them.

And here he was, just... just... married to his job.

That sobering realization caused him to fall into a deep depression. He tried to fill this new emotional void with the only thing he felt was good at: working. He worked and worked and worked. He ended up getting several promotions, getting more and more responsibilities that ended up keeping him from finding time for himself. Throughout it all, he felt that maybe, just maybe, his coworkers could end up being a family of sorts? The way they all looked up to him, asked him for help, valued his opinions. It was certainly... something.

Unfortunately, his workaholicism ended up being his downfall in the end.

A deadline was fast approaching, he started working later and later than usual. So late that at 3 am, after working over a 12-hour day, he was forced to go home by the nighttime security staff. He couldn't stay any longer because of company policy or something, not even to take a nap on the couch in the lounge.

Not wanting to argue, he got in his car and drove home.

Well, tried to drive home.

He ended up falling asleep at the wheel on the highway and ended up plowing headfirst into some construction equipment.

Fortunately, at least his death wasn't all that drawn out (though it was certainly painful).

Biggest Achievement: His bachelor's degree, becoming the biggest earner out of all his siblings with his high-paying software development job. Part of it was because he was able to learn from what they did and make better, more profitable choices. But honestly, mostly it was by dint of not having a wife and kids to take off and so having available more time to spend working.

Biggest Failure: Never finding love. Never even having gone on a date. Waiting until he was 'financially stable' to do so and never, ever actually getting around to that. The only kiss he ever had was because his sister dared him into kissing one of her friends when they were in high school.

Personal Wish: To have somehow been able to live a completely different life. To have been unique in his family, kind of like his sister was. To have been his own self, to not have missed out on life by being trying to be a carbon copy of his brothers.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes
  • Anime, Cartoons, Video Games, Books, media in general: Jonathan likes this for the same reason most people do, it's an escape. Getting to be int he shoes of various characters, all struggling their way through their trials and through life and (usually) ending up triumphant. Those kinds of stories were what kept him going through college, kept him struggling at his job. Eventually, eventually, he'd win too.
  • His family: Despite the way he regretted making himself into a sadder copy of his other brothers, he never hated them or anyone in his family. Simply because they were always there for him and he too, was always there for them.
  • Pets: A small fuzzy creature that gives you all of their love for simply taking care of their basic needs? Amazing, uplifting, and (arguably most importantly) oh so very huggable and cute. Jonathan had several pets growing up, a couple of dogs, a cat. His siblings also got pets. Though he never got one before the end, his city apartment simply didn't allow them.
  • Helping: Something he shares with the rest of his family. He feels a deep, inner joy when he's genuinely able to help someone else. Though chasing after this feeling is what led to him becoming a workaholic.
Dislikes:
  • Loneliness: Something that Jonathan grew to hate and loath with a passion during the last decade of his life. There was a reason he spent every weekend he could having out at his parents or one of his sibling's houses, he had no other real relationships.
  • Low Quality/Microwave Food: During his college years, he had his fill of this bland shit. Even for several lifetimes. Eventually, it all ends up tasting like sadness in the end.
  • Being out of shape: Sitting at a computer all the time, day in and day out, did no favors for his figure. Which is why Jonathan started exercising in the last couple of years. Besides, it was something different from staring at a computer screen all day and a good excuse to watch anime while at the gym.
  • Arrogant Incompetence: When you're trying to whip a team of developers into shape this was just... the worst. The absolute worst. You can't teach these kinds of people, the ones who think they know it all- have all the right ideas. All because they read in it a book or heard it at a seminar once (for a completely different field mind sometimes); even if those ideas are impractical in practice or flat out wrong. He's had to deal with this kind of people both above and below him in the organizational structure of his job. It's been enough to drive him to drink a couple of times (though it was also the holidays so he did have an excuse).
Objectives In New World: Make a new life for himself, one that's different from the one he had. Most importantly, make some really close friends and maybe, just maybe, find love this time. Try not to get roped into any sort of engineering profession. He'd certainly be good at it, but it'd be counterproductive to his goals towards living a different life to his last one. Well, he guesses if people really, really need help...?

This was it, this is how Jonathan dies. Driving his own self into a parked construction truck. What a way to go.

At least no one else had been hurt, though he couldn't say the same for what his family was going to go through because of him.

As the blood drained from the injuries in his legs and his lower body, everything felt distant. Lighter. Out of focus. Dizzy. Like he was drunk. A side effect of how sleep deprived he currently was combined with what was going on.

He started mumbling, some part of his failing brain finding what he was saying funny. "God... next time... could, could you make me a really cute girl? A cute girl who dresses up... in one of those hoodies with fox ears on it? And then like, when she... when I get older we- I get really sexy and wear all the sexy cosplay I can." He chuckled to himself, sending a few waves of pain through his body. Then his voice lost most of its levity as it turned into a desperate plea, "You know, more seriously, I want to have tons of friends, hell, give me tons of boyfriends and girlfriends. Make me really, really popular and loved. So loved. Give me... make it so I don't have to try so hard next time, ya know... Yeah. Choice last words there... A-fucking-plus..."

Jonathan bent over, passing out for a good few minutes before dying from blood loss. His last thoughts being that his family would, probably, be alright. They would have each other to lean on in the end.

He would never know this part, but it turned out he had managed to get himself and the truck filled with dirt stuck in a ditch. They just couldn't get to him in time to save him in the end.

At least he went out with a smile of sorts on his face. A face that seemed to be, somewhat, at peace with how things had turned out. At least that's what his family told themselves to make themselves feel better.

Edit: Changed name, just didn't feel like a "Curtis" to me. Too unique for a man who just copied/borrowed his older brothers' path in life.
Edit2: Wording cleanups. Nothing really changed all that much.
 
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