God and the Snake
A Swamp of a Human Being
That sounds pretty neat. I'll see about getting a sheet out once I get home.
Mystery Beacon Theater 3000 (OOC/SignUp)
- Thread starter TehChron
- Start date
- OOC
The Out Of World
Lichte's Brain
- Location
- -
Perfect Edgelord Backstory:
"Anime killed my parents, so I seek vengeance!"
"Anime killed my parents, so I seek vengeance!"
Ultra Meh
Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!
- Location
- Earth
To complete the process, he has to wear glasses, go "Hmph!", and explain all his attacks to his enemies.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
And whenever he attacks he has 20 minute long flashbacks in the time between him launching it and it landing.
Kitano Seiichiro
Khawy
TITANNNNNNNNNNN
- Location
- The United States of America
Welp, don't too feel confident about this, but whatever. 
Name: Manevul Darkapocalypse
Race or Country of origin: Human, Kingdom of Vale
Appearance:
Weapon: Sun Burst - A pair of white gauntlet with rectangular shields on top. The shield covers from the wrist and a little bit over the elbow. There is a compartment on both shields; when opened, the compartments reveal a gun barrel that shoots at a rapid rate. A pair of retractable claws is built into the weapon too. When both shields are placed on top of another, a painting of a black sun can be seen.
Semblance: Stake - Manevul can create stake-like projections from his person or from an object he is touching. The stakes cannot be fired however.
Dust Access: Above Average, he needs those Dust ammo for Sun Burst
Alignment: "Evil" (Lawful Good)
Backstory: A single child born into a loving family, Manevul was always a diligent and virtuous child despite his name. With his parents running a clinic, the young Manevul was exposed to various kind of human suffering. Manevul resolved to become a Huntsman and ease the suffering his fellow human beings go through.
Despite his outward appearance and names, Manevul is a lawful young man who walks down the path of 'Ally of Justice'. However, he does make some effort to live up to his name. When asked for help, he will shift his body language and his tone to that of an evil, merciless overlord while giving out the most helpful advice he could.
Race or Country of origin: Human, Kingdom of Vale
Appearance:
Ignore the knife ears
Weapon: Sun Burst - A pair of white gauntlet with rectangular shields on top. The shield covers from the wrist and a little bit over the elbow. There is a compartment on both shields; when opened, the compartments reveal a gun barrel that shoots at a rapid rate. A pair of retractable claws is built into the weapon too. When both shields are placed on top of another, a painting of a black sun can be seen.
Semblance: Stake - Manevul can create stake-like projections from his person or from an object he is touching. The stakes cannot be fired however.
- Wind: Extends the length of the stakes by three quarters.
- Fire: Causes an explosion when hitting something.
- Water: Makes the stakes flexible.
- Earth: Hardens the stakes.
Dust Access: Above Average, he needs those Dust ammo for Sun Burst
Alignment: "Evil" (Lawful Good)
Backstory: A single child born into a loving family, Manevul was always a diligent and virtuous child despite his name. With his parents running a clinic, the young Manevul was exposed to various kind of human suffering. Manevul resolved to become a Huntsman and ease the suffering his fellow human beings go through.
Despite his outward appearance and names, Manevul is a lawful young man who walks down the path of 'Ally of Justice'. However, he does make some effort to live up to his name. When asked for help, he will shift his body language and his tone to that of an evil, merciless overlord while giving out the most helpful advice he could.
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AcceptedWelp, don't too feel confident about this, but whatever.
Name: Manevul Darkapocalypse
Race or Country of origin: Human, Kingdom of Vale
Appearance:Ignore the knife ears
Weapon: Sun Burst - A pair of white gauntlet with rectangular shields on top. The shield covers from the wrist and a little bit over the elbow. There is a compartment on both shields; when opened, the compartments reveal a gun barrel that shoots at a rapid rate. A pair of retractable claws is built into the weapon too. When both shields are placed on top of another, a painting of a black sun can be seen.
Semblance: Stake - Manevul can create stake-like projections from his person or from an object he is touching. The stakes cannot be fired however.
Dust Access: Above Average, he needs those Dust ammo for Sun Burst
Alignment: "Evil" (Lawful Good)
Backstory: A single child born into a loving family, Manevul was always a diligent and virtuous child despite his name. With his parents running a clinic, the young Manevul was exposed to various kind of human suffering. Manevul resolved to become a Hunter and ease the suffering his fellow human beings go through.
Despite his outward appearance and names, Manevul is a lawful young man who walks down the path of 'Ally of Justice'. However, he does make some effort to live up to his name. When asked for help, he will shift his body language and his tone to that of an evil, merciless overlord while giving out the most helpful advice he could.
Komodo man was a perfectly viable submission
Ψυχή
Beyond my wingbeats lie the fate of all worlds...
- Location
- Void between SB and SV
Dang, I should'be just nicknamed Uiharu and been done with it.
*apping intensifies*
Ψυχή
Beyond my wingbeats lie the fate of all worlds...
- Location
- Void between SB and SV
@TehChron Tempted to re-app Schütze, but here's another (insane) sheet first and foremost:
So many mobile spelling errors...!
Name: Pekan Ringo (Asian naming)
Race or Country of origin: Ice-Cream Faunus (Apple Pecan Crunch)—Abandoned in the wastes of Atlas
Appearance: Short hair split between apple red and pecan brown, eyes black as coal. Her favorite outfit is a wide-brined hat of her eye-color (Kars' disguise hat from vs Stroheim), with a flashy red Japanese robe with gold trim and a brown waist-band (think Shinigami from bleach), with white Tabi and black socks, but casual wear is varied and colorful. If not for her stand, she would be woefully-short; thanks to its power, she stands at about 6' tall.
Weapon: Ringo Mogire Beam: Lightsaber (Cyan) forged together with her Master, it is only able so be safely blocked with incredibly-high Aura of Aura-strengthened weapons.
Semblance: Pecan Pie, or just Pie for Short (Stand): Spirit/Ability
Appearance: Takes a humanoid feminine form with flowing long hair (Kars-like) white as whipped cream and a blank red face—save for one white circular eye. It's brown body is a rippling pattern of pecans that constantly changes. On its hands are mouths (see: Deidara) with razor sharp teeth and forked dagger-tongues.
Statistics
Destructive Power: B
Speed: A
Durability: B
Precision: C
Range: D
Learning: E
Energy Intake: In order to survive the Wastes of Atlas, Pecan Pie intakes matter into itself through it's hand-mouths which it converts to precisely what Ringo needs to grow and live; it can also pass these nutrients to others, though it's more difficult to estimate what's needed for them (ex growing taller). Consuming Dust or living matter in this way gives her a sense of its innate powers while healing Ringo's injuries and giving her an incredible boost of speed; consuming Grimm allows the Mouths to spit it back as venomous spines that strike fear into those hit.
Crunch: The innate ability granted to Ringo with which she can "crunch" things with her touch. Fomerly to help Pecan Pie consume, she's developed it into a graceful but deadly combat style with only the lightest of contact: with every hit comes the treat of broke bones, internal structures, weaponry, defendable only by Aura. Combned with her weapon, she specifically weakens an opponent's aura (lest they let an arm or weapon break) until they're incapacitated or she's forced to be brutal/lethal—her weapon is intact her handicap to prevent internal injury to others. Pecan Pie itself cannot perform Crunch, but can still fight as other close-range power stands can.
Dust Access: The core of her lightsaber is a refined dust crystal; may need replacing from time to time from heavy use, but she's gathered a considerable stockpile of usable ones over time.
Alignment: Fabulous Good (esp. For-Her-People)
Backstory: Left to die in the wastes of Atlas unable to even cry out for help, Ringo survived only from the natural power of her Stand until she was found and raised by a traveling huntsman from Beacon who taught her the ways of the sword and combat (and, unintentionally, his kabuki theatrics, puny humor, and leecherous nature to all sexes). When he died defending her from a sextet of orange-haired extremists, her latent Stand ability awakened and she defeated them in a screaming violent rage that destroyed the rest of her voice. Training to become a Huntress and end tragedies such as hers, she now goes to Beacon with her Master's Arms, Crest, and Cremated Ashes.
Race or Country of origin: Ice-Cream Faunus (Apple Pecan Crunch)—Abandoned in the wastes of Atlas
Appearance: Short hair split between apple red and pecan brown, eyes black as coal. Her favorite outfit is a wide-brined hat of her eye-color (Kars' disguise hat from vs Stroheim), with a flashy red Japanese robe with gold trim and a brown waist-band (think Shinigami from bleach), with white Tabi and black socks, but casual wear is varied and colorful. If not for her stand, she would be woefully-short; thanks to its power, she stands at about 6' tall.
Weapon: Ringo Mogire Beam: Lightsaber (Cyan) forged together with her Master, it is only able so be safely blocked with incredibly-high Aura of Aura-strengthened weapons.
Semblance: Pecan Pie, or just Pie for Short (Stand): Spirit/Ability
Appearance: Takes a humanoid feminine form with flowing long hair (Kars-like) white as whipped cream and a blank red face—save for one white circular eye. It's brown body is a rippling pattern of pecans that constantly changes. On its hands are mouths (see: Deidara) with razor sharp teeth and forked dagger-tongues.
Statistics
Destructive Power: B
Speed: A
Durability: B
Precision: C
Range: D
Learning: E
Energy Intake: In order to survive the Wastes of Atlas, Pecan Pie intakes matter into itself through it's hand-mouths which it converts to precisely what Ringo needs to grow and live; it can also pass these nutrients to others, though it's more difficult to estimate what's needed for them (ex growing taller). Consuming Dust or living matter in this way gives her a sense of its innate powers while healing Ringo's injuries and giving her an incredible boost of speed; consuming Grimm allows the Mouths to spit it back as venomous spines that strike fear into those hit.
Crunch: The innate ability granted to Ringo with which she can "crunch" things with her touch. Fomerly to help Pecan Pie consume, she's developed it into a graceful but deadly combat style with only the lightest of contact: with every hit comes the treat of broke bones, internal structures, weaponry, defendable only by Aura. Combned with her weapon, she specifically weakens an opponent's aura (lest they let an arm or weapon break) until they're incapacitated or she's forced to be brutal/lethal—her weapon is intact her handicap to prevent internal injury to others. Pecan Pie itself cannot perform Crunch, but can still fight as other close-range power stands can.
Dust Access: The core of her lightsaber is a refined dust crystal; may need replacing from time to time from heavy use, but she's gathered a considerable stockpile of usable ones over time.
Alignment: Fabulous Good (esp. For-Her-People)
Backstory: Left to die in the wastes of Atlas unable to even cry out for help, Ringo survived only from the natural power of her Stand until she was found and raised by a traveling huntsman from Beacon who taught her the ways of the sword and combat (and, unintentionally, his kabuki theatrics, puny humor, and leecherous nature to all sexes). When he died defending her from a sextet of orange-haired extremists, her latent Stand ability awakened and she defeated them in a screaming violent rage that destroyed the rest of her voice. Training to become a Huntress and end tragedies such as hers, she now goes to Beacon with her Master's Arms, Crest, and Cremated Ashes.
Done.
So many mobile spelling errors...!
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willyvereb
Migratory Thinker
Asigning stats for our characters could be pretty fun, actually.
Yang's stats, for example:
Strength: D
Agility: C
Endurance: D
Precision: B
Intelligence: B
Potential: A
All but the last stat is reduced by one rank because Yang just refuses to take the effort.
Yang's stats, for example:
Strength: D
Agility: C
Endurance: D
Precision: B
Intelligence: B
Potential: A
All but the last stat is reduced by one rank because Yang just refuses to take the effort.
Ψυχή
Beyond my wingbeats lie the fate of all worlds...
- Location
- Void between SB and SV
Stats for Pecan Pie drawn from the Template Master @The Out Of World for Stands and not meant for people... But *shrug* maybe I'm overreacting.
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willyvereb
Migratory Thinker
I know, but the idea of giving our characters stats for fun is still amusing.
Speaking of which, what kind of stats you'd think will be relevant?
Strength:
Speed:
Skill:
Endurance:
Dust:
Semblance:
Perhaps this would work better?
Just a fleeting idea.
Ψυχή
Beyond my wingbeats lie the fate of all worlds...
- Location
- Void between SB and SV
Hmmm... Aura should be the Endurance-esque Stat, and skill seems unnecessary because that's covered in backstory; Semblance would be like Nasu-Sheets' NP stat as an average of its capabilities in combination with other skills/stats.
No Stands
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
I'd have aura and endurance separate or semi-separate; having a lot of physical stamina/toughness doesn't necessarily translate into spiritual energy.
Ψυχή
Beyond my wingbeats lie the fate of all worlds...
- Location
- Void between SB and SV
Damn, I figured if Sharingan was in...No Stands
I was trying to avoid Generic Force Powers and make something with flavor... I'm about to take a long exam so I'll change it up for similar styling and no stand, but is everything else acceptable?
Fair.
willyvereb
Migratory Thinker
Anyone is working on teams yet?
Ultra Meh
Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!
- Location
- Earth
I assumed it would sort itself out naturally in the IC. If anything, I'm hoping one of the Glyph/Rune/whatever characters can make explosive ones. Suicide Golem Squad.
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SplicedHunter
Archon
Aside from stating preferences, I think it might be random.
- Location
- Somewhere
Going to keep the same character? Liked the idea of it.Damn, I figured if Sharingan was in...
I was trying to avoid Generic Force Powers and make something with flavor... I'm about to take a long exam so I'll change it up for similar styling and no stand, but is everything else acceptable?
Fair.
Ack Ack
God and the Snake
A Swamp of a Human Being
@TehChron
And... done!
And... done!
Name: Achaean 'Ack Ack' Aurelian
Race or Country of origin: Mistral, human
Appearance: Towering over many of his classmates, Achaean cuts the figure of a thug: Years under the sun and upon the surf have tanned his skin like leather and bleached his hair blond. Inexplicably, he has a black, tricone hat he wears when he smells fortune on the wind.
Weapon: Gorebash - the ancestral weapon of the Aurelian line, built by a long dead man with more metal then ethos. A heavy naval cannon torn from the deck of a sinking slope as a trophy, Danan Aurelian rebuilt it into a then advanced weapon: Bearing a spring propelled cannister that can hold and load multiple balls and a firing mechanism that cycles fire dust packets, Gorebash is capable of firing a twelve pound ball of iron at speeds surpassing sound. With a flick of a switch, the cannon separates, turning into a pair of gauntlets with the firing mechanism along the knuckles, creating a set of explosive knuckle dusters.
Since Ack Ack inherited the weapon, he's installed a tertiary form: A long shaft can fold off the sides of the cannon, forming a set of grooves that channel fire dust. Acting on a slowburn, Gorebash can know serve as a massive, flaming club.
Semblance: Rigging - A ship cannot be manned by a single soul: Rather, it's the work of a crew of dozens and hundreds. This lesson impacted Achaean deeply as a lad, and his semblance grew around it: Like the rigging of a ship and with enough preperation, Achaean can tie together the Auras of others into a single whole, allowing them to share light of their souls between them (a not inconsiderable advantage, as Ack Ack himself bears formidable Aura in his own right). If given time to focus, he can even blend people's semblances.
This has its downsides, or course: Without diligence, the ropes and sails and cordage will snap in a storm, and hurt the rig as a whole by doing so - so to is it with Auras. And the mixing of semblances can have unintended side effects: After all, a semblance is the sum of your being... for another person to wield it, setbacks are to be anticipated.
Dust Access: Average - Under normal circumstances, access to Dust isn't an issue for Achaean's clan, as they are a state sponsored extension of the Mistralian Fleet. But distance from Mistral has stretched Achaean's supply line thin, and if means to indulge in this substance cheaply, he must wait for one of his kinsmen to make port in Vale.
Alignment: Opportunistic Neutral
Backstory: Achaean is a member of a clan of seafaring nomads: When their kingdom fell to Grimm and plague centuries ago, their ancestors took to the seas in hopes of claiming refuge in the other great city-fortresses of Remnant. But suspicions of the virulent disease prevented them from disembarking in any port, and as to wander the land would be suicide, their remaining leaders elected to live upon the seas bounty.
They became part fishermen and part pirate, preying upon and demanding tribute from the vessels of the lesser kingdoms for decades, until they'd amassed a mighty flotilla by the time of the Great War. But during the events of the conflict, a curious thing happened: The Great Kingdom of Mistral offered them full pardons for their crimes and a grand fortune for their sails if they hung the nation's flag from the masts and fell upon their enemies.
A bargain was struck, a deal made, and the pirates became privateers... a state of affairs both parties found amiable after the end of the war. Today, the nomad clan is something of a semi-autonomous flotilla within the Mistralian navy, undertaking missions either too dangerous or too controversial for the regular armada to be involved in.
Achaean was born into this tradition, and loves every moment of it: He dreams of one day cutting across the high sea in a ship of his own, laying claim to loot and slaying the foul Grimm of the deep. His attendance to Beacon is one part for the prestige of going to the finest Hunter's Academy in the land, and another part hopeful scouting for fresh blood to join his eventual crew.
Race or Country of origin: Mistral, human
Appearance: Towering over many of his classmates, Achaean cuts the figure of a thug: Years under the sun and upon the surf have tanned his skin like leather and bleached his hair blond. Inexplicably, he has a black, tricone hat he wears when he smells fortune on the wind.
Weapon: Gorebash - the ancestral weapon of the Aurelian line, built by a long dead man with more metal then ethos. A heavy naval cannon torn from the deck of a sinking slope as a trophy, Danan Aurelian rebuilt it into a then advanced weapon: Bearing a spring propelled cannister that can hold and load multiple balls and a firing mechanism that cycles fire dust packets, Gorebash is capable of firing a twelve pound ball of iron at speeds surpassing sound. With a flick of a switch, the cannon separates, turning into a pair of gauntlets with the firing mechanism along the knuckles, creating a set of explosive knuckle dusters.
Since Ack Ack inherited the weapon, he's installed a tertiary form: A long shaft can fold off the sides of the cannon, forming a set of grooves that channel fire dust. Acting on a slowburn, Gorebash can know serve as a massive, flaming club.
Semblance: Rigging - A ship cannot be manned by a single soul: Rather, it's the work of a crew of dozens and hundreds. This lesson impacted Achaean deeply as a lad, and his semblance grew around it: Like the rigging of a ship and with enough preperation, Achaean can tie together the Auras of others into a single whole, allowing them to share light of their souls between them (a not inconsiderable advantage, as Ack Ack himself bears formidable Aura in his own right). If given time to focus, he can even blend people's semblances.
This has its downsides, or course: Without diligence, the ropes and sails and cordage will snap in a storm, and hurt the rig as a whole by doing so - so to is it with Auras. And the mixing of semblances can have unintended side effects: After all, a semblance is the sum of your being... for another person to wield it, setbacks are to be anticipated.
Dust Access: Average - Under normal circumstances, access to Dust isn't an issue for Achaean's clan, as they are a state sponsored extension of the Mistralian Fleet. But distance from Mistral has stretched Achaean's supply line thin, and if means to indulge in this substance cheaply, he must wait for one of his kinsmen to make port in Vale.
Alignment: Opportunistic Neutral
Backstory: Achaean is a member of a clan of seafaring nomads: When their kingdom fell to Grimm and plague centuries ago, their ancestors took to the seas in hopes of claiming refuge in the other great city-fortresses of Remnant. But suspicions of the virulent disease prevented them from disembarking in any port, and as to wander the land would be suicide, their remaining leaders elected to live upon the seas bounty.
They became part fishermen and part pirate, preying upon and demanding tribute from the vessels of the lesser kingdoms for decades, until they'd amassed a mighty flotilla by the time of the Great War. But during the events of the conflict, a curious thing happened: The Great Kingdom of Mistral offered them full pardons for their crimes and a grand fortune for their sails if they hung the nation's flag from the masts and fell upon their enemies.
A bargain was struck, a deal made, and the pirates became privateers... a state of affairs both parties found amiable after the end of the war. Today, the nomad clan is something of a semi-autonomous flotilla within the Mistralian navy, undertaking missions either too dangerous or too controversial for the regular armada to be involved in.
Achaean was born into this tradition, and loves every moment of it: He dreams of one day cutting across the high sea in a ship of his own, laying claim to loot and slaying the foul Grimm of the deep. His attendance to Beacon is one part for the prestige of going to the finest Hunter's Academy in the land, and another part hopeful scouting for fresh blood to join his eventual crew.
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