bfca52 No.13902 [Last50 Posts]
Humanity is on the edge of destruction. Civilization buckles under the weight of assaults from deamons, corrupted witches, horrors from other dimensions, and biological weapons from alien worlds. The news is filled with humanist propaganda and tales of great heroes leading the military forces of humanity to victory, but the truth is that humanity's soldiers are being butchered with every stand they mount.
Humanity has been forced out of the Pacific Ocean and most of the surrounding coasts for nearly four years. Korea, Japan and most of China have been destroyed, while Vietnam has managed to defiantly dig in against seemingly unending waves of horrors from beyond this world. Eastern and Northern Austrailia are devastated, the population forced into an ever shrinking section of the continent's West coast.
North America lies shattered well over a decade after the American Jazz Crisis, the fractured fiefdoms forged out of the crisis barely able to hold the horrors of the Pacific at the Rocky Mountains and the occassional pocket of resistance along the Cascades. Central and South America likewise have managed to hold out where mountain ranges stall the advance of the Pacific's horrors.
Africa is an ever-shifting mess as warlords battle eachother and incursions from beyond this world, though there are three beacons of hope upon the Dark Continent. South Africa continues to stand defiant, while a resurgent Rhodesia has grown into Greater Rhodesia from the fires of anarchy. Both nations have seen great success against the witches and daemons that assail them from the depths of Africa, growing increasingly powerful as they reclaim regions lost to Humanity. Egypt is the final beacon of hope in Africa. Holding the unenviable title of most embattled nation, Egypt is struck by a C class threats or higher every month on average, with an average of 4.2 D class or lower threats striking during the same period. While some credit this to the Lion of the Sinai, many note that the Israeli and Jordanian contingents of the forces stationed in Egypt see more combat than any others.
In the Middle East, the Persian Gulf states struggle with semi-annual 'Angel' attacks targetting Mecca and Jerusalem. Israeli and Jordanian contributions to battle these attacks are often downplayed or outright ignored by the Gulf states.
Russia's vast size has crippled efforts to effectively counter attacks upon the nation. With the Pacific lost, Russian commanders have effectively returned to the strategic plans of the 1940's, with a twist. Now, Russia effectively ceases to exist East of the Ural mountains. So far, there have been ten Battles for Moscow.
Europe herself stands oddly intact. Some credit this to formerly suppressed items of 1940's German origin, while others credit the elite Swiss Guard of the Vatican and their decicive interventions in nearly every major incursion upon European soil.
The only hope for Humanity is found in the so called 'Apocalyse' Academies. Scattered across the remaining outposts of civilization and fed by legions of youths in the hope of producing skilled soldiers to plug the crumbling borders.
You are one of the youths that has made the cut to attend Euro Central Academy. Humanity is betting everything on you. No pressure.
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bfca52 No.13903
>>13902
To be filled in by the player:
Name:
Gender: (Welcome to the world of pokemon. Are you a boy or a girl?)
Race:
Age:
Fluff:
Archetype: (choose 1 from below)
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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Archetypes:
Magical Girl/Boy - Often created by holy (more often unholy) pacts or deals, Magical Girls and Boys are one of the most powerful assets known to exist in Humanity's arsenal. That said, they are also known to be one of the most volatile item in the arsenal, as well. They are often the subject of abuse by their Academy peers due to their magical transformations being locked in around early puberty. And the odd lack of undergarments. Seriously, laws get complicated when magical girls and perverts mix. Magical Girls/Boys are also unable to utilize technological upgrades, including Techno Link systems, leading to them being held with some level of mistrust by peers that often learn to both rely upon and require the link to survive in combat.
Techno Magician - Not all of humanity's magic users are able to harness magic as naturally as magical girls/boys. Ancient rituals taking hours have given way to technology in some cases, allowing a mix of programming and magical ability to cast prepared magics. Unfortunately, the complexity of this method has led to an unhealthy caste system. Class 1 magicians are considered superior and often possess a stronger innate magical strength. Class 2 magicians are considered weaker and generally inferior, though a number of highly valuable 'Engineer' magicians specialized in tweaking and outright inventing improvements for the caster assisting devices are classified under Class 2.
Techno-Enhanced - The broadest category, covering an almost endless combination of technology and the odd touch of magic. Almost universally specialized in melee and with healing abilities that can often grow to enable, in the words of a respected scholar, "holy shit how did you survive losing that many limbs?". Some techno-enhanced are known to be able to use abilities similar to the foes we fight, creating weapons from nothing and demonstrating near-magical abilities. Others are purely human works of technology bordering upon horrors or crimes against humanity.
Mystic Martial - For when you just HAVE to kick the other team's ass at football. Or some crazy guy sold you a pamphlet for Buddah Palm. Can occasionally utilize link technology. Or you're a ninja. Many classes can learn Mystic Martial abilities, though the reverse is not always true.
Emotionally Abused Youngster - Often have issues. Often pilot biological horrors disguised as robots. Skin-tight pilot suits required.
Badass Normal - Watch out, we've got a badass over here. Some people are just born into war, badassery, or both. Normals completely incompatible with the magic or technologies of other archetypes. Rarely, these types will pilot mecha.
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bfca52 No.13905
>>13902
For those curious, I've forgotten to mention that the year is 2040.
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bfca52 No.13906
Name: Lucy
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian (possibly abhuman?)
Age: 20
Fluff: "That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass. Because it's got my name on it and I OWN IT."
Hedonistic, Nihilistic, and Egotistic.
Her parents said her father, a poor Brazilian logger, found her in a strange metallic pod while slashing and burning the rainforest. They claim the pod "spoke" to them and that she was born on some nameless planet that blew up. Lucy doubts these claims and blames the stories on her parents drugs, (though if it was real she'll say the planet blew up because it "couldn't handle her").
As a child it was not very long till it become clear something was different about her. Already by 13 she dwarfed even the of men of the logging camp. Fights with the boys which prevailed her childhood faded not because less because she grew into a beautiful woman but more because they all felt felt the broken bones and cuts were not worth it. Eventually growing ill-content with the pisspoor conditions of the shithole she lived in, she ran away to Rio and lived in the big city.
Though some like to claim she can fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes, this is simply untrue. Her primary feature is her seemingly limitless potential for strength and toughness, an indestructible mass of muscle and bone matched only by an equally indefatigable sense of pride and ego. An ego which would be difficult to uphold if not for the fact that she could quite literally snap a man in half and, if legends are true, headbashed a moving locomotive without breaking a sweat. During her time in the slums of Rio she earned the monicker "The Amazon" or "The Monster of the Faveloa"
Not nearly content with the already powerful body she took it up a notch even further, devoting whatever time she doesn't spend to kicking (and sometimes taking) ass in her leisure time, and hitting the Gym and growing stronger at every opportunity.
But her most striking feature comes from an event in which she (forcibly invaded) a scientific research facility to steal, and then apply, a new type of nanite designed to even further increase her strength and power two-fold. These nanites harden upon exposure to blunt trauma, and provide an additional source of power and strength to her cellular structure, acting as an energy battery. These nanites display itself in the form of dark lines on her body that can be compared to as "moving" tatoo's upon her skin.
With her strength and power her focus is mainly on melee combat and punching enemies, but despite this she still has a love of firepower in particular anything massive, from Big Guns to Big Tanks, and will always take up the opportunity to increase her stockpile of armaments.
Her personal history mostly consists of a series of mercenary work for money and pleasure, and the ever increasing bouts of jail-time. Her belief in life is to be the biggest badass anywhere you lay your eyes on and feel damn good doing it, and letting nothing stand in your way. She takes what she wants and when she wants it. Anything from bank money to streetfood vendors to boys and men. Many a poor soul can claim the scars on his hips, thighs, and back pains to her. Completely indifferent and apathetic to morals, law, and occasionally reason, the only thing she puts of any value is her word. Breaking her word is the one line she refuses to cross, and will go to great lengths to keep it.
Archetype: (choose 1 from below)
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13907
>>13902
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Hogan Haruku
Gender: MALE
Race: Genetically Altered Human
Age: Physically 43, Chronologically 17
Fluff: In the darkest hours of the Jazz Crisis, when Japan was under siege, a small cadre of scientists was assigned to create a hero. Using DNA gathered from a recent wrestling exposition and the ancient chi of a dying monk, they managed to create an artificial being with a burning passion for WRESTLING and an unrivaled thirst for RIGHTEOUSNESS. Named Hogan Haruku, after his DNA donor, this young man in a forty three year old man's body was jettisoned to Europe in a stasis capsule in those last precious moments before Japan fell. Now, seventeen years later, Hogan, sporting his handlebar mustache and his enthusiastic love of AMERICA, is ready to throw down in the ring, using his inner chi with precisely honed wrestling moves to devastating effect.
HULKAMANIA'S GONNA RUN WIIIIILD ON YOU, MONSTER BO-ROTHER.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13908
Name: Kojo Monomolonotoroko
Gender: Boy
Race: Cyborg
Age: 17
Fluff: Kojo is (not) the chosen one, foretold by prophecy. From a young age, he knew he had the gifts necessary to save the world when he had a dream of burning hot fires. The fires was burning down buildings and he was the only won that could save everyone from the scary fire. Ever cents then he has known that he was the only won that could win the save the world. He uses powerful robot parts to stomp out the bad guys so that all his friends can be safe and happy. He knows that if evil shows up, he'll stop it. Kujo will try his harderst to not be the chosen wone though. He wants to be stron but he only wants to fight for his friends, so he doesn't always do the right thing. His favorite band is smashmouth and his favrite anime is attack on titan. :D
Archetype: Techno-Enhanced
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bfca52 No.13911
applying properly this time
Name: Adamma Ibinenilion
Gender: Female
Race: African, unknown nationality
Age: 14
Fluff: Adamma was separated from her parents at very young age as they fled the dark continent's horrors. She largely doesn't know much about where she was born or what culture her parents came from but she collects what trinkets she can; though it is often an eclectic mix. One of those trinkets however was not all that it seemed and granted her the abilities of a master warrior gifted by the gods to defeat evil. Though most look at her funny when she claims her ancient art of combat is from the deep Saharan Jungles of yore.
Archetype: Mystic Martial
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13913
Name: Phil Gulcom
Gender: male
Race: Italian American
Age: 21
Fluff: Phil was born in America. But when the jazz crisis happened he moved with his family back to Italy to live with his mother's parents. They got lucky and managed to be among the first fleeing refugees. Avoiding much of the horror later refugees faced.
Phil was a promising student in school marginally above average in most subjects. Excellent when it came to shop and science classes where he seemed to have almost a gift for creating and building things and understanding the principles behind them. He has studied hard and barely made the cut to join the academy.
Among his friends he sometimes took the leadership role but was honestly more comfortable just being one of the guys. His favourite memory was an entire weekend spent swimming and goofing around in the Rubicon north of his home.
The day he left tears were shed by family and friends alike. All wishing him well. He brought only a small bag with extra clothes and a framed photo of his family. He threw out the photo of his girlfriend who broke up with him prior to leaving so that she wouldn't need to fear for his safety.
Calm and collected he feels he is ready to take up the challenge of training to become one of the many warriors of humanity.
Archetype: Techno magician engineer.
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13915
Name: Alexei Klokov
Gender: Male
Race: White/Russian/Übermensch
Age: 19
Fluff: The eternal flame burns on, even in these darkest of times. However, Alexei's chance to prove himself before it's light was snatched away from him.
Borne by Anastasia Klokov, Alexei has been trained from birth by his grandfather. At age six, Alexei had already mastered the rings, and a number of other gymnastic events. From that point on, his training was focused on on various styles of wrestling. Crushing previous world records in all manner of weightlifting as he grew, Alexei seemed bound to become the greatest feather in Emperor Vladimir's cap.
Competing in a routine, worldwide tournament, disaster struck for the young man. After changing into his suitably revealing singlet, and beginning the match, one of the officials of the tournament blew the horn to signal a immediate halt. The magically inclined man, a necessary part of the job due to separating highly skilled combatants, dragged Alexei from the mat. With a small Mage'o'meter, the official showed that Alexei had been transforming before each event, and using his magic(an illegal act in professional sports) to defeat his opponents. Despite not having knowledge of this, Alexei was banned for life from all manner of athletics. The competition ended suddenly when the building exploded into a haze of blue sparks, radiating from the disgraced athlete.
Physically, Alexei is a towering 6'10 and a lean 400 pounds of steely muscle and sinew. Piercing grey eyes stare out from a handsome face, with short cropped blond hair atop it. His transformed state merely reinforces this, a minuscule set of shorts colored in the style of his glorious homeland.
Archetype: Magical Boy
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13916
Forgot pic
Imagine the two of them combined
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bfca52 No.13917
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bfca52 No.13918
>>13902
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16-23 (unknown)
Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13923
Name: Lilian LeStrange
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Fluff:
Lilian has always loved computers and magic. It was only natural that she combine the two! When she isn’t drawing in her notebook of crushing on cute boys/girls, she watches Chinese cartoons and writes lemon-y fan fiction. Her family is from America–when the Jazz Crisis hit, they knew they wanted to get their daughter out of the hell hole their country had become.
Lilian has no tragic backstory, but her family made her spend time at her uncle’s industrial-grade pig farm in what used to be upstate New Jersey–it was intended to be a productive way to pass the summer, but it got her used to letting blood and death. Still, they were all pigs. It was gross as fuck at first, but eventually she got over it.
Her main form of conflict resolution for non-pre prepared spells is to hurl purple-black spells until the problem is dealt with.
Archetype: Techno Magician, Class 1
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13924
>>13906
Archtype: Techno-Enhanced
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bfca52 No.13953
Kojo
>>13908
is officially Leliana
>>13923
's boyfriend. Go Teen Drama, Go!
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bfca52 No.13954
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bfca52 No.13955
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bfca52 No.13958
>>13953
>>13955
Fucking gay as hell
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bfca52 No.13959
>>13902
>Name: Gwendolyn "Gwen" Masters [I swear to god if I get called, "Pretty Archer Princess" one more time arrows are going to go where arrows shouldn't go]
>Gender: Girl
>Race: Unfortunately Magical Girl apparently counts as a race too
>Age: 17
>Fluff: Gwendolyn was approached, as almost all magical girls are, at a young age by a mystical entity wanting to make a pact with the young girl, granting her considerable power for whatever purpose the entity was wanting at the time, usually fighting the opposing side, but one did just want to be fed cheese from what Gwen was told.
Gwen's particular entity was originally sealed in an old doll she got as a gift one year and wished to be free, promising her great power and a friend. Thinking that it sounded like a great idea Gwendolyn freed the entity, who promptly decided to hitch a ride in Gwen's soul, granting her powers by coincidence of being there.
Feeling somewhat put out by the trickery but wanting to explore her new powers Gwendolyn proceeded to do as all magical girls do and fight off the forces of darkness and general bad guys. She did this for many of her pre-pubescent years and her early teens, but it grew old after a time, listening to the chatty spirit living inside her and dealing with boring evil speech after evil speech, it was all the same. Worse, the transformation was a pain in the ass and practically a free strip show as she grew older. So she decided enough was enough, she was going to hang up her frilly skirt and call it quits. Aaaaand then the apocalypse hit, great. Well she decided that she wasn't going to bother transforming unless she really needed the power boost, especially since she had managed to create her magical weapon, a bow, without needing to transform, and still be effective.
Now she's here at this academy thing, great, even in the apocalypse teenagers need to go to school, just when she thought she could get out of it by claiming that a demon ate her entry papers.
>Archetype: Magical Girl
>to be filled in by GM:
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13966
Name: Mikasi Steiner
Gender: Male
Race: American (German/Native American)
Age: 19
Fluff: Mikasi was one of those kids who grew up talking three languages and playing with gadgets. Never really the popular kid, he played soccer, researched his dad's family line of shaman leaders, and did a lot of programming and gadget building in his spare time. While he never fully picked up the sort of touch of magic his father did, his mother encouraged his technical gifts, which soon allowed him to create what he could only term as 'magical beam weapons', which caught enough attention for him to be recruited to the academy.
A nerd and introvert to a logical point, he is most comfortable with other gearheads, and otherwise keeps to himself. He may own a hunting knife he used to use when hunting with his father, but no one knows where he keeps it on him.
Archetype: Techno Magician
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13970
>>13903
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13971
>>13902
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Humans are a curious race. They have very little physical capacities when compared to many other animals, yet they have somehow managed to take and hold large areas of land and for a long time going so far as to dominate the whole earth. By the observation of this phenomenon a simple conclusion can be drawn. The most efficient weapon in the arsenal of every human is not his body but his mind. While this fact is applicable to all human beings in existence it is most accurately portrayed in the higher classes of mankind most notably above all others the Germanic people.
In such times of turmoil and chaos the people of earth must look back to their roots as warriors, destroyers and conquerors. They must steel their minds and stare into the abyss, pass the gates of hell to defeat whatever unspeakable horrors lie beyond. Even though his sacrifice may be final and his death may prove to be in vein Viktor will continue to follow the path laid out before him. A German as his forefathers were he seeks to elevate himself above the human condition, forging his mind and body into one to ultimately surpass humanity itself and become the weapon his people so desperately need.
Spending long hours every day Viktor continues to perfect the use of his limited physical form, training precise and quick strikes, disabling neural connections and electronic lines alike, vanishing into the shadows before his enemies can as much as respond. But far more important than his physical capacities are his mental ones, dedicating himself to the arts of painting and poetry, though his progress in both areas may easily be perceived as disastrous Viktor has repeatedly been praised for his beautiful singing voice, a guilty pleasure he usually restricts to the time he spends showering.
Discipline and dedication have brought Viktor this far, dominating his life at the cost of making many believe him to be an arrogant cunt, when in truth he is nothing but a fascist with a heard of (g/c)old. With a lot of people to dislike, misunderstand or simply fail to communicate with Viktor can consider himself lucky to have a good and loyal friend by his side. As the saying goes friendships are not measured in how long one has known another person, but by who has never left your side and by that measure Konstantin has surpassed any other person in Viktor's life.
While one can hardly consider Konstantin a voice of reason and understanding, Viktor often finds it calming to be around him and see that the horrors of the world even take a toll on those able in body and spirit.
Archetype: Mystic Martial (cause someone will eventually be needed to be punched in the face with almost absolute certainty)
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>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
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>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
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bfca52 No.13975
Name: Jenni Calicott [Nome de guerre: “Harvester”]
Gender: Female
Race: American [White]
Age: 18
Fluff: Jenni fought in the ill-fated Cascadian secessionist movement of 2036-2039 and is quite keen to recount her experiences when pressed. According to her, after some lionization of the movement from her older sister Pheobe, she joined the movement at mere 13 years old with some strategic lies and omissions. Soon after, Jenni found herself in hard combat against state paramilitaries and national guard. After being captured and escaping repeatedly, Jenni developed a reputation as both a terrorist and hardened rebel. As the fighting continued and the weight of the federal government moved to recapture Seattle and Portland, increasingly brutal methods were adopted by the movement: Jenni personally ordered the deaths of prisoners, collaborators, and other traitors as befitting the failing insurrection. By that point several years had passed and Jenni had developed something of a reputation not only as a criminal and terrorist, but, also, as a vicious killer. After the defeat, Jenni's superior skills helped her flee to Canada where she was approached by an odd recruiter.
On her own time, Jenni is a quiet type who doesn't like people very much. She finds herself engaged with others only in battle, and doesn't particularly care for most men (or women) in any physical way aside from fleeting dalliances. She stays alone, eats alone, and keeps to herself. Her interactions with people are both awkward and weird outside of formal structures and systems – she only seems to care for her sisters, who she has lost contact with. Her free time is mostly spent staring into the distance or reading very selective books on psychology and psychohistory. People around Jenni insist she always seems to be somewhere else, and, this does seem to have at least some truth to it. Perhaps people could get her to open up if they talked to her, but aside from the occasional brave male, few try.
Within a hierarchy, Jenni changes entirely. She gains both a frightening quality and is a highly effective commander and soldier. She stands stress, fear, and anxiety extremely well while also being able able to make decisions with a brute logic that would make even the most cynical state planner blush. As such, Jenni is is both bloody handed and bloody minded, with little thought given to those under her command - only her objectives and the numbers being produced seem to matter to her when she is "in mode" (her words).
Physically, Jenni is tall and thin. She weighs about 140 pounds and is 5'9 with the physique one might expect of a person who has been in prolonged combat: thin hips and small breasts with a slightly starved athletic build. As for other features, Jenni has short black hair, blue eyes, and exceedingly well-formed facial features. In another time and place these listed qualities could have secured her a life as a model if she had stayed on the straight and narrow, but now such things have passed into memory.
Other: Family: Merisa (16); Pheobe (23)
Archetype: Badass Normal.
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
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bfca52 No.13976
>>13902
Name: Azrael "Azzy" Wilson
Gender: Only the Faculty knows, and they go to great lengths to only refer to Azzy by name, much to the consternation of Azzy's classmates
Race: Human with issues. Effeminate features, blond hair Green eyes. Wears baggy clothes all the time. 5'10 ish covered in void black markings.
Age: 18
Fluff: Azzy was a typical kid until a witch attacked and killed off most everyone in the town. Twisting and corrupting the others into her servitors or worse. Azzy lived alone for several years, studying Necromancy, likely to talk to former friends and loved ones, as well as for self defense. Azzy takes to necromancy easily, likely due to desperation and training from a young age. There are very few on the proper side of humanity that can match Azzy's prowess.
Azzy has many black tattoos embedded into Azzy's skin. When asked about them Azzy said they were self made, which given the angle of some of them seems impossible. However these tattoos allow Azzy to Borrow the attributes of familiar undead for power boosts and utility over simply raising dead. Azzy typically makes good use of this, as Hordes of undead are rarely subtle or seemly.
Azzy was picked up 2 years ago by UN forces responding to an attack of several witch's familiars on a the town of Brisburge. When they arrived they found several of the creatures drowning under a veritable tide of skeleton, zombies and other low-level undead, while the most powerful one was being ripped apart by Azzy's hands which at that point resembled claws of "wraith" undead. After the fight was over Azzy noticed the soldiers and fled quickly. Apprehension was handled using knockout gas. Once captured Azzy was a guest of the Un for two years, for study and re-acclimatization into society. It si also suspected Azzy was "borrowed" for missions from time to time, but there is no conclusive proof.
Azzy's personality is extremely introverted to the point of nigh crippling shyness. The subject is extremely uncomfortable around living humans, typically displayed but stuttering a lot and hiding deeper into the baggy clothes that have become Azzy's usual attire. Indeed Azzy is much more comfortable around the dead, likely due to time spent and a large measure of control over them. They've become "friends" as the subject puts it. However, if Azzy feels cornered or threatened, lashing out is typical. Given the child's power set such episodes are typically destructive, but have to date, not lethal. In dedicated combat, Azzy usually sports a smirk which steadily grow into a rather off putting smile. One researcher saying it's more at home on the face of a demon or madman than god fearing mortal. The fact no sound passes past that smile and combat proceeds in a deathly silence does not help either. The undead created are never commanded, verbally at least. The just seem to know where and how to go.
Azzy's combat style is unique. The child typically has a few "borrowed" attributes from undead active at any one time. That will be sued to harm any opponent in the vicinity. As the casualties of battle climb so does the child's power, for more corpses means more chances for Necromancy to be worked and more weapons to be used. Large scale combats usually end with a swarm of undead crushing the enemy by sheer attrition. However lacking corpses to work, Azzy is still incredibly dangerous with innate power and very skilled in hand to hand combat as well as use in the scythe.
Archetype:Mystic Martial(Necromancer)
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bfca52 No.13977
>>13907
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Atomic Leg Drop Style] [Wrestling]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Hulkmania Bandana]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Hulkmania - Oh brother! You're a magnetic personality to your friends and the end of foes that fancy themselves an iron sheik. You gain a minor bonus to befriending or fighting almost anything approximately your size.
Reversal! - Those that practice the Atomic Leg Drop Style understand that a fight can always turn even as your victory seems assured. You, or your foes, may steal combat advantage by rolling an exact double on combat dice.
>>13911
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Player Named Martial Style] [Survivalist]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Collection of Trinkets]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Daughter of Africa - A passing sage once paused to tell you that Africa would never allow you to die. Maybe leaving wasn't that great of an idea, but you still heal really, really quickly. Regenerate an additional 2 hp per week, and 1 hp per combat turn.
Hard Enough Life - Being essentially an orphan doesn't have many perks. In fact, it can really damage your ego when jerks remind you. Take an additional point of EGO damage for every 2 points normally taken.
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bfca52 No.13980
>>13902
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Uriel Photius
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 16
Fluff: Uriel was born with a full head of shockingly white hair, which remained anime-unruly the rest of his life. As puberty started, his magical boy powers (Based upon light) unlocked and started growing - and so did the rainbow highlights in his hair. Soft spoken and uninterested in sports, he began to be mistreated, called "fag" in middle school, which worsned as he joined highschool his Freshman year - in mainly senior classes, because young Uriel poured himself into his studies rather than socialize. After an altercation in the boy's locker room [possibly rape], he dropped out of highschool for independent study, where he graduated early and is now part of the Academy.
He has one real hobby, photography, and has a hard time getting along with anyone. Despite his 'bishonen' appearance and 'fag hair', he's also straight as a whistle but very insecure about his sexuality. Like most Magical Boys, he has a Magical Animal Companion, a skunk named Mephit. Mephit is a scoundral-type personality.
Archetype: Magical Boy
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
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bfca52 No.13985
>>13959
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Player Named Magical Bow] [Arrow Magic] [Soul Gem - 5(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Keenly Aware of Perverts - You are no longer a little girl. You've learned to summon your magical weapon without the need to fully transform and give those around you a free show. Your attacks are limited to basic magical arrows until you fully transform, however. Major bonus to defending against peeping toms.
Don't Call Me Princess - You HATE being called "Princess", and will often attack anyone that dares to call you such. You gain a large bonus to attacks against offending parties.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
>>13980
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Light Magic] [Mephit Magic] [Soul Gem - 5(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]['Mephit' the stuffed Skunk]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bishonen - Some women dig the look you've got going on.
Bishonen Backlash - Some people think you're a fag, and will bully the shit out of you.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
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bfca52 No.14013
>>13913
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Player's Choice Simple Magic Power] [Magical Code OR CAD Modification]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Wrist CAD]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Magical Engineer - Your magical skills are up to par, but your true skill lies in the devices that assist Techno-Magicians. You've a noticable bonus to making modifications to the code that assists magicians, and the CAD devices themselves. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the guy to solve true flight magic!
Lack of Closure - Despite throwing away her photo, your ex's memory still manages to haunt you. You have a minor penalty to interactions with the opposite sex, and a noticeable penalty to any sort of intimate relations.
>>13918
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Skilled Mecha Pilot]
Reputation: Obvious Loner.
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][CCCP Issue Plug Suit]
Relationships: [Viktor S. - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Academy is Vacation - You survived the Gulag and those bastards after it. Reduce all damage to your Health by 1 per turn. Reduce all damage to EGO and Edge by 2 per turn.
Victory or Death - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
Back in the USSR - These fools do not know how lucky they are. They'll never understand you, and you'll never trust them. How could you? They're here to hurt you! Noticeable penalty to social interactions.
>>13975
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Skills: [Small Arms] [Guerilla Warfare]
Reputation: War Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Anklet]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Forged in War - You've seen friend and foe alike killed by everything from knives to precision air strikes. Corpses and gore don't bother you, nor does the idea that your death may be an instant away. Combat almost seems natural, and you gain a minor bonus to all combat rolls.
Murderous Aura - The blood of your victims hasn't quite washed away from your spirit. You cause [FEAR] to any humans capable of viewing auras.
They Weren't Even Human - Jenni still believes that her victims weren't human, having ceded all of their rights and freedoms. That doesn't stop the nightmares and flashbacks, however. Every 3 turns, roll 1d100 to see how this effects her.
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bfca52 No.14029
>>13906
Status: [Health: 10(15)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]
Reputation: Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Implant][Tactical Bikini]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bikini Mercenary - You're used to taking a beating and dishing one back out, usually for a fist full of dollars or whatever currency the client can muster. Your strength and toughness make you a formidable foe to anyone you can get within your reach, and you'll be damned if you give a single fuck about your clothing getting a little torn up during a fight. Hell, if it wasn't so damned chilly here, you'd probably walk around in a bikini and enjoy the chaos. Minor bonus to strength and toughness. +5 Max HP
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
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bfca52 No.14046
>>13915
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
I Must Break You - Big. Muscled. Magical. You are, frankly, a monster in close quarters combat. Even before your magical powers are factored in, you gain a bonus to numerous types of physical tasks and combat.
From Russia, With Oblivious - You're a tall, handsome son of a bitch. Unfortunately, a life of interacting only with coaches and the odd opponent in competition means that you're extremely bad at normal social interactions. Unfortunately for the girls, your head is denser than your muscles.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
>>13985
[GM Revision: please set your Soul Gems to 15(20) ]
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bfca52 No.14077
>>13908
Status: [Health: 10(15)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Cyborg Body] [Player's Choice Melee Weapon/Laser Cannon combi arm]
Reputation: Chosen One
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tool Kit]
Relationships: [Lilian L. - Dating]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Its Just The Way That You Are - You are the few, the proud, the antibody; mind, soul and zen. Take your knocks, shake em off, duck everybody. You're gonna take them again. You gain a minor bonus to combat.
Push Rewind, Just In Time - And when it comes it moves so slow, kind of like its saying 'I told you so'. Not being the chosen one, you make use of your cyborg enhancements to take hits that would otherwise be fatal to nearby allies. After all, you're expendable, right?
>>13923
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Purple Ray] [Black Fire Ball]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Wrist CAD]
Relationships: [Kojo M. - One True Love]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Purple Rain, Purple Rain - You've learned that sometimes a spell that does nothing but distract an interrupt can be as powerful as a spell carefully crafted. You have a vast library of cantrips that can fill a space with purple-black spells that do very, very little other than make colors.
Life is Short, Love Fast - Some people have been known to question the pace at which you can fall in love. Ignore them, they're idiots that can't understand how deep and emotional your relationships are!
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bfca52 No.14079
>>13966
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Summon: Wisp] [Player's choice simple magic spell]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Protective Totems][Wrist CAD]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Wind Talker - You're from a long line of shamans, and the magic in your blood is Ancient and enduring. You can see spirits, and if you meditate they may provide you with clues or knowledge. You can also speak a really, really obscure language. Cursing at people could be fun.
Ancient Ritual Magic - Your magic is unique to your blood line, but at the same time it is also filled with a number of things that modern technology could completely ignore. Any spells from your shamanic forefathers will simply take longer to cast than 'modern' magic.
Class 2 Techno-Mage - You're classified as a Class 2 mage. In general, expect to be looked down upon by mages ranked Class 1.
>>13971
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Numbing Strikes] [Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed] [Fashionable Combat Suit]
Relationships: [Konstantin - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Fascism Makes This Look Good - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
The Sound of Music - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
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bfca52 No.14080
>>13976
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Reanimate Corpse] [Necro-Jutsu]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Relationships: [Player Named Wraith - Friendly Spirit]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Borrowed Traits - Azzy can borrow aspects of nearby undead for short periods of time. This often causes some level of harm to Azzy.
Aura Sight - You ALWAYS see any [Aura] possessed by your classmates or NPCs, and are affected by them as written in the Aura entry.
I See Dead People - Though you can turn corpses to physical undead, you are also able to see undead spirits that others can not. Your preference of having these spirits as your friends cripples your ability to interact with the living in a social sense.
>>13970
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
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Please do not post yet.
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bfca52 No.14081
The auditorium feels empty as you all take your seats for orientation. Those of you with any parents or guardians have already said your goodbyes outside the school. A tired looking man with dark skin stands behind a podium on the stage, studying the lot of you.
"I am Commander Charles Elba, and it is my duty to ensure that most of you will graduate this facility prepared to save humanity." His slight english accent causes a few whispered jokes about tea or fish and chips among your classmates. "There are a few rules at this facility that I expect you all to obey. First, it is forbidden to use weapons or magics that cause direct harm upon your fellow students or the staff of this facility, outside of sanctioned sparring matches, duels, or training exercises. This rule will be strictly en-."
The Commander pauses as a young woman in a school uniform hurries onto the stage and whispers something. "It seems that a situation has developed. I look forward to seeing what you all are made of, Class of 2044. Lieutenant Greyhail will handle the remainder of your briefing."
After the Commander departs, the young woman carefully removes the microphone from the podium. "As of fifteen minutes ago, London Academy has reported a pair of Class S threats appearing at the edge of their final defensive line. All European Academies are now on strategic alert. To those of you with family in London, my apologies."
She glances at a paper left on the podium. "I'll cut a few of the boring details out of this briefing. There are three major rules at this school. First Rule: No weapons, lethal magics or purposefully damaging attacks are to be used against your fellow students outside of sanctioned events or training. If you encounter anyone violating this rule, you are to report it immediately. If you're dumb enough to attack one of the teachers, that is on you.
Second Rule: No explosives or hazardous materials allowed on campus. If you're testing a spell or skill, please use the proper facilities. We've had several fatalities from people who have ignored this rule.
Third Rule: Respect the property of your fellow students, the faculty, and the school. For the record, the School's property is government property, and the government will dock your pay harshly."
"What pay?" Asks one of your fellow students.
"Oh, right." Greyhail gives a momentary smile. "As of 0830 hours on today, August 1st of 2040, you are all hereby non-commissioned officers of the United Nations Euro Central Academy. You will receive a stipend of 10 credits at the end of every month to spend as you see fit, and your signing bonus of 30 credits has been credited to the account tied to your Student ID. Any of the vendors on base will simply accept a swipe of your ID, though we do get a damned good selection of food for free, in my opinion. Congratulations on your promotions, and please remember that everyone is promoted to officer rank upon graduating their first year. All of your seniors out-rank you, but you do not have to salute us until orientation is over. I do ask that you salute the teachers starting today, however."
A few of your classmates give sloppy salutes, to which Greyhail straightens and gives a proper salute. "Enough of that. At ease."
"Now then, First Years. A few more things. Orientation will last for three days, and during this time you'll be allowed TWO ACTIONS per DAY. Use this time to make a few friends or join a school club at the CLUB FAIR. You may not use school facilities during this period, meaning you can not train or learn new spells. Establish yourselves and try not to get into any trouble.
After Orientation, you'll be allowed TWO ACTIONS a TURN, covering TWO WEEKS time. At certain points, TURNS may cover ONE WEEK. Pay attention to School Announcements, or you might miss out on a chance to put the time you spend actually attending class into vital skills!
With any luck, none of you will have to deploy on combat operations during your first year.
Finally, ROLL 1d100 PER ACTION."
"If there are no questions, you are all DISMISSED. Good luck, and stay safe!"
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bfca52 No.14082
 | Rolled 88, 46 = 134 (2d100) |
Name: Hogan Haruku
Gender: MALE
Race: Genetically Altered Human
Age: Physically 43, Chronologically 17
Fluff: In the darkest hours of the Jazz Crisis, when Japan was under siege, a small cadre of scientists was assigned to create a hero. Using DNA gathered from a recent wrestling exposition and the ancient chi of a dying monk, they managed to create an artificial being with a burning passion for WRESTLING and an unrivaled thirst for RIGHTEOUSNESS. Named Hogan Haruku, after his DNA donor, this young man in a forty three year old man's body was jettisoned to Europe in a stasis capsule in those last precious moments before Japan fell. Now, seventeen years later, Hogan, sporting his handlebar mustache and his enthusiastic love of AMERICA, is ready to throw down in the ring, using his inner chi with precisely honed wrestling moves to devastating effect.
HULKAMANIA'S GONNA RUN WIIIIILD ON YOU, MONSTER BO-ROTHER.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Atomic Leg Drop Style] [Wrestling]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Hulkmania Bandana]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Hulkmania - Oh brother! You're a magnetic personality to your friends and the end of foes that fancy themselves an iron sheik. You gain a minor bonus to befriending or fighting almost anything approximately your size.
Reversal! - Those that practice the Atomic Leg Drop Style understand that a fight can always turn even as your victory seems assured. You, or your foes, may steal combat advantage by rolling an exact double on combat dice.
Hulk tore off his shirt at the very instant the meeting had concluded– the shirt was, as he could read from the tag earlier, not of AMERICAN make, after all.
Stuffing the shirt remnants underneath his trusty bandanna, he placed his hands on his hips and peered around at the sea of students.
1. "If there's one thing I need to do, it's find that WRESTLING club! Need to keep my skills SHARP on my way to the TOP!"
Apply to the Wrestling Club.
2. "Before I do that, though, I'd better make some PALS! A bunch of real FACES to fill out this soon-to-be wrestling ROSTER, brother!"
Make friends.
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bfca52 No.14083
| Rolled 20, 40 = 60 (2d100) |
>>14080
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
1. See what kind of clubs there are around here, if any.
2. Might as well see what kind of people the other first years are. Please don't all be crazy, please don't all be crazy.
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bfca52 No.14084
| Rolled 57, 42 = 99 (2d100) |
http://pastebin.com/FFyM3x9Z
Name: Jenni Calicott [Nome de guerre: “Harvester”]
Gender: Female
Race: American [White]
Age: 18
Fluff: Jenni fought in the ill-fated Cascadian secessionist movement of 2036-2039 and is quite keen to recount her experiences when pressed. According to her, after some lionization of the movement from her older sister Pheobe, she joined the movement at mere 13 years old with some strategic lies and omissions. Soon after, Jenni found herself in hard combat against state paramilitaries and national guard. After being captured and escaping repeatedly, Jenni developed a reputation as both a terrorist and hardened rebel. As the fighting continued and the weight of the federal government moved to recapture Seattle and Portland, increasingly brutal methods were adopted by the movement: Jenni personally ordered the deaths of prisoners, collaborators, and other traitors as befitting the failing insurrection. By that point several years had passed and Jenni had developed something of a reputation not only as a criminal and terrorist, but, also, as a vicious killer. After the defeat, Jenni's superior skills helped her flee to Canada where she was approached by an odd recruiter.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Skills: [Small Arms] [Guerilla Warfare]
Reputation: War Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Anklet]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Forged in War - You've seen friend and foe alike killed by everything from knives to precision air strikes. Corpses and gore don't bother you, nor does the idea that your death may be an instant away. Combat almost seems natural, and you gain a minor bonus to all combat rolls.
Murderous Aura - The blood of your victims hasn't quite washed away from your spirit. You cause [FEAR] to any humans capable of viewing auras.
They Weren't Even Human - Jenni still believes that her victims weren't human, having ceded all of their rights and freedoms. That doesn't stop the nightmares and flashbacks, however. Every 3 turns, roll 1d100 to see how this effects her.
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Actions [find a wargaming club/make friends]
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1. Jenni decides to find a club about strategy or wargaming. She developed a taste for sandbox type 'games' during the insurrection and it never really wore off. She's going to play Chaos Daemons in Warhammer 50k: Age of the Emperor! [look for a wargaming club]
2. Jenni is standoffish, but tries to make friends at the club meeting. She's trying pretty hard even though she is pretty far out of her comfort zone. She mumbles: "I hope these people don't know very much about me…but they probably do." [make some friends]
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bfca52 No.14085
| Rolled 4, 93 = 97 (2d100) |
>>14081
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Uriel Photius
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 16
Fluff: Uriel was born with a full head of shockingly white hair, which remained anime-unruly the rest of his life. As puberty started, his magical boy powers (Based upon light) unlocked and started growing - and so did the rainbow highlights in his hair. Soft spoken and uninterested in sports, he began to be mistreated, called "fag" in middle school, which worsned as he joined highschool his Freshman year - in mainly senior classes, because young Uriel poured himself into his studies rather than socialize. After an altercation in the boy's locker room [possibly rape], he dropped out of highschool for independent study, where he graduated early and is now part of the Academy.
He has one real hobby, photography, and has a hard time getting along with anyone. Despite his 'bishonen' appearance and 'fag hair', he's also straight as a whistle but very insecure about his sexuality. Uriel has a stuffed skunk named Mephit.
Archetype: Magical Boy
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Light Magic] [Mephit Magic] [Soul Gem - 5(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]['Mephit' the stuffed Skunk]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bishonen - Some women dig the look you've got going on.
Bishonen Backlash - Some people think you're a fag, and will bully the shit out of you.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
—
Uriel sighed softly. Magic Academy was one thing, but military? He didn't think he was cut out for it. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad, not like his last school.
Anything aside from like the last school.
It was school though, and maybe… Maybe it might be tolerable. It's not like he had any other options. Clutching Mephit tightly, the rainbow-haired magical boy swallowed and went out into the quad, looking for a club that might interest him. There may even be a photography club. That wouldn't be too bad. …right?
Action 1: Attempt to join Photography Club
Action 2: Attempt to join Cooking Club. Because why not.
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bfca52 No.14086
| Rolled 69, 74 = 143 (2d100) |
>>14081
Name: Azrael "Azzy" Wilson
Gender: Only the Faculty knows, and they go to great lengths to only refer to Azzy by name, much to the consternation of Azzy's classmates
Race: Human with issues. Effeminate features, blond hair Green eyes. Wears baggy clothes all the time. 5'10 ish covered in void black markings.
Age: 18
Fluff: Azzy was a typical kid until a witch attacked and killed off most everyone in the town. Twisting and corrupting the others into her servitors or worse. Azzy lived alone for several years, studying Necromancy, likely to talk to former friends and loved ones, as well as for self defense. Azzy takes to necromancy easily, likely due to desperation and training from a young age. There are very few on the proper side of humanity that can match Azzy's prowess.
Azzy has many black tattoos embedded into Azzy's skin. When asked about them Azzy said they were self made, which given the angle of some of them seems impossible. However these tattoos allow Azzy to Borrow the attributes of familiar undead for power boosts and utility over simply raising dead. Azzy typically makes good use of this, as Hordes of undead are rarely subtle or seemly.
Azzy was picked up 2 years ago by UN forces responding to an attack of several witch's familiars on a the town of Brisburge. When they arrived they found several of the creatures drowning under a veritable tide of skeleton, zombies and other low-level undead, while the most powerful one was being ripped apart by Azzy's hands which at that point resembled claws of "wraith" undead. After the fight was over Azzy noticed the soldiers and fled quickly. Apprehension was handled using knockout gas. Once captured Azzy was a guest of the Un for two years, for study and re-acclimatization into society. It si also suspected Azzy was "borrowed" for missions from time to time, but there is no conclusive proof.
Azzy's personality is extremely introverted to the point of nigh crippling shyness. The subject is extremely uncomfortable around living humans, typically displayed but stuttering a lot and hiding deeper into the baggy clothes that have become Azzy's usual attire. Indeed Azzy is much more comfortable around the dead, likely due to time spent and a large measure of control over them. They've become "friends" as the subject puts it. However, if Azzy feels cornered or threatened, lashing out is typical. Given the child's power set such episodes are typically destructive, but have to date, not lethal. In dedicated combat, Azzy usually sports a smirk which steadily grow into a rather off putting smile. One researcher saying it's more at home on the face of a demon or madman than god fearing mortal. The fact no sound passes past that smile and combat proceeds in a deathly silence does not help either. The undead created are never commanded, verbally at least. The just seem to know where and how to go.
Azzy's combat style is unique. The child typically has a few "borrowed" attributes from undead active at any one time. That will be sued to harm any opponent in the vicinity. As the casualties of battle climb so does the child's power, for more corpses means more chances for Necromancy to be worked and more weapons to be used. Large scale combats usually end with a swarm of undead crushing the enemy by sheer attrition. However lacking corpses to work, Azzy is still incredibly dangerous with innate power and very skilled in hand to hand combat as well as use in the scythe.
Archetype: Mystic Martial(Necromancer)
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Reanimate Corpse] [Necro-Jutsu]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Relationships: [Remmy(Wraith) - Friendly Spirit]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Borrowed Traits - Azzy can borrow aspects of nearby undead for short periods of time. This often causes some level of harm to Azzy.
Aura Sight - You ALWAYS see any [Aura] possessed by your classmates or NPCs, and are affected by them as written in the Aura entry.
I See Dead People - Though you can turn corpses to physical undead, you are also able to see undead spirits that others can not. Your preference of having these spirits as your friends cripples your ability to interact with the living in a social sense.
W-wow this is a l-lot to take in. O-officer and p-pay and L-London gone. Wh-what am I going to do? N-n-need to establish myself, I d-don't want to be a t-target.
1. I know! There must b-be an occult c-club. I'll g-go apply there. Hopefully th-they'll be nice, like Remmy.
2. Now wh-what else can I do? Th-there aren't t-too many other clubs that a-appeal to me. M-maybe I should just walk a-around the school, l-learn where everything is f-for later. So I can m-move fast and n-not get lost.
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bfca52 No.14087
| Rolled 100, 7 = 107 (2d100) |
>>14081
http://pastebin.com/Sce2M9YQ
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Player Named Magical Bow] [Arrow Magic] [Soul - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Keenly Aware of Perverts - You are no longer a little girl. You've learned to summon your magical weapon without the need to fully transform and give those around you a free show. Your attacks are limited to basic magical arrows until you fully transform, however. Major bonus to defending against peeping toms.
Don't Call Me Princess - You HATE being called "Princess", and will often attack anyone that dares to call you such. You gain a large bonus to attacks against offending parties.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
1. First things first, -~You should join the swim team, think of all the swimwear~- Yeah no not doing that, I have no intention of joining some silly club, probably end up with a bunch of silly little girls wanting to do synchronized attacks with the power of love or something utterly idiotic like that -~I think socializing would be good for you~- yes let's find some people and say, 'Hey! I've got a soul-sucking parasite attached to my soul that will devour my life and pilot my husk of a body if I don't appease it with demon souls.' That'll go over well. -~Well you don't have to be rude about it~- I'm still mad at you for the fiasco we almost had on the way here. -~Hey! that shaman was giving me the evil eye I'm sure of it!~- They were looking at the giant dog behind us, I don't think they even saw you. Anyways, I'm going to my room to check it out and set up my bow care station, -~you know it's magical, you don't have to actually do anything to maintain it~- it's a calming meditative ritual that lets me center myself and not quicken the progression of soul-sucking doom.
[Set up bow care meditation type thing in room]
2. -~Anyways what are you planning on doing about the other magical girls here, they'll probably want to make friends with you~– I'm sure that there is at least one or two out there that would rather commiserate with me about our so called "doom" -~I can hear your mental airquotes you know~- yeah let's say that I'm not quite convinced that you'd give up the entertainment value I provide you being the butt of your jokes and whatnot. -~I'd shed a tear of friendship if I currently had eyes, you know very well that you're a temporary amusement~- pfeh, so you say, anyways let's head them off at the pass and try to find some sort of, I dunno, support group for veteran magical girls, or at least a drinking crew, I could use a stiff drink -~I think the academy frowns on alcoholism~- they can kiss my magical ass I don't give a fuck.
[Find a drinking group]
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bfca52 No.14091
| Rolled 51, 41 = 92 (2d100) |
Name: Mikasi Steiner
Gender: Male
Race: American (German/Native American)
Age: 19
Fluff: Mikasi was one of those kids who grew up talking three languages and playing with gadgets. Never really the popular kid, he played soccer, researched his dad's family line of shaman leaders, and did a lot of programming and gadget building in his spare time. While he never fully picked up the sort of touch of magic his father did, his mother encouraged his technical gifts, which soon allowed him to create what he could only term as 'magical beam weapons', which caught enough attention for him to be recruited to the academy.
A nerd and introvert to a logical point, he is most comfortable with other gearheads, and otherwise keeps to himself. He may own a hunting knife he used to use when hunting with his father, but no one knows where he keeps it on him.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Summon: Wisp] [Lightning Bolt]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Protective Totems][Wrist CAD]
Credits: 30 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Wind Talker - You're from a long line of shamans, and the magic in your blood is Ancient and enduring. You can see spirits, and if you meditate they may provide you with clues or knowledge. You can also speak a really, really obscure language. Cursing at people could be fun.
Ancient Ritual Magic - Your magic is unique to your blood line, but at the same time it is also filled with a number of things that modern technology could completely ignore. Any spells from your shamanic forefathers will simply take longer to cast than 'modern' magic.
Class 2 Techno-Mage - You're classified as a Class 2 mage. In general, expect to be looked down upon by mages ranked Class 1.
Hrm…two actions a day at the moment eh? I know!
1. Search out other engineering type people. Maybe there's a club? Or at least I'd make some friends.
2.Was that an occult club sign I saw? Maybe I should look into that.
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bfca52 No.14092
| Rolled 57, 34 = 91 (2d100) |
>>14081
Name: Alexei Klokov
Gender: Male
Race: White/Russian/Übermensch
Age: 19
Fluff: The eternal flame burns on, even in these darkest of times. However, Alexei's chance to prove himself before it's light was snatched away from him.
Borne by Anastasia Klokov, Alexei has been trained from birth by his grandfather. At age six, Alexei had already mastered the rings, and a number of other gymnastic events. From that point on, his training was focused on on various styles of wrestling. Crushing previous world records in all manner of weightlifting as he grew, Alexei seemed bound to become the greatest feather in Emperor Vladimir's cap.
Competing in a routine, worldwide tournament, disaster struck for the young man. After changing into his suitably revealing singlet, and beginning the match, one of the officials of the tournament blew the horn to signal a immediate halt. The magically inclined man, a necessary part of the job due to separating highly skilled combatants, dragged Alexei from the mat. With a small Mage'o'meter, the official showed that Alexei had been transforming before each event, and using his magic(an illegal act in professional sports) to defeat his opponents. Despite not having knowledge of this, Alexei was banned for life from all manner of athletics. The competition ended suddenly when the building exploded into a haze of blue sparks, radiating from the disgraced athlete.
Physically, Alexei is a towering 6'10 and a lean 400 pounds of steely muscle and sinew. Piercing grey eyes stare out from a handsome face, with short cropped blond hair atop it. His transformed state merely reinforces this, a minuscule set of shorts colored in the style of his glorious homeland.
Archetype: Magical Boy
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
I Must Break You - Big. Muscled. Magical. You are, frankly, a monster in close quarters combat. Even before your magical powers are factored in, you gain a bonus to numerous types of physical tasks and combat.
From Russia, With Oblivious - You're a tall, handsome son of a bitch. Unfortunately, a life of interacting only with coaches and the odd opponent in competition means that you're extremely bad at normal social interactions. Unfortunately for the girls, your head is denser than your muscles.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
…What do I do now?
The thought has been circling in Alexei's head for weeks now, ever since he was disgraced. Life has been a regulated, structured thing for…ever. Without it, Alexei is lost.
1) The news of being a Magical Boy has worn upon Alexei's mind. He's not scared of death, but that he had been cheating all his life? It's not something easy to come to terms with. Perhaps he should explore new things. Cooking(and eating) has been a major part of his life, maybe it will help with the feelings of doubt and loneliness.
2) The information packet mentioned that they had a fully equipped weight room. None of the other students are likely to be able to match Alexei's freakish strength, but iron, iron is a familiar friend. Let's see, I'll start with squats, then some weighted pull-ups, then OHP…
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bfca52 No.14093
| Rolled 26, 74 = 100 (2d100) |
Name: Phil Gulcom
Gender: male
Race: Italian American
Age: 21
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Spiritual vision] [Magical Code]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Wrist CAD]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Magical Engineer - Your magical skills are up to par, but your true skill lies in the devices that assist Techno-Magicians. You've a noticable bonus to making modifications to the code that assists magicians, and the CAD devices themselves. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the guy to solve true flight magic!
Lack of Closure - Despite throwing away her photo, your ex's memory still manages to haunt you. You have a minor penalty to interactions with the opposite sex, and a noticeable penalty to any sort of intimate relations.
1. Search out an engineers club or if that's not available join swim club.
2. Try and make some friends. Due to recent breakup though let's avoid the girls for now.
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bfca52 No.14095
| Rolled 44, 47 = 91 (2d100) |
1. Spend some time learning the layout of the campus. Find an exploring buddy amongst the other students first and we can go together. It'd be nice to make friends.
2. One of the most important parts of being a practitioner of the the Primordial Dance is the need to keep my body fit, my reflexes honed and mind ready for combat at a drop of a hat. Thanks to being a Daughter of Africa with its gift of regeneration I can push myself further then any normal human and be fine moments later. Look for a club to practice against other people.
http://pastebin.com/30hMJFMm
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bfca52 No.14096
| Rolled 88, 42 = 130 (2d100) |
>>14081
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16-23 (unknown)
Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Skilled Mecha Pilot]
Reputation: Obvious Loner.
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][CCCP Issue Plug Suit]
Relationships: [Viktor S. - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Academy is Vacation - You survived the Gulag and those bastards after it. Reduce all damage to your Health by 1 per turn. Reduce all damage to EGO and Edge by 2 per turn.
Victory or Death - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
Back in the USSR - These fools do not know how lucky they are. They'll never understand you, and you'll never trust them. How could you? They're here to hurt you! Noticeable penalty to social interactions.
1. Konstantin was alone, as usual, towards the back of the auditorium. He finally left once the Commander finished his speech. Intent to find someone or something who knew about the various mecha that the Institution used.
2. After that, he went to train in the schools gymnasium
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bfca52 No.14099
>>13902
o be filled in by the player:
Name: Moko Gūtara Maku (There. Done, right?)
Gender: Female (Eh, more? Fine I guess)
Race: Human(Maybe? I'll fill it out later)
Age: 18
Fluff:
"Do I really Have to? No? Uh, Okay than. Uh, here it is."
http://pastebin.com/7ScYJapM
Archetype:
Techno-Enhanced - The broadest category, covering an almost endless combination of technology and the odd touch of magic. Almost universally specialized in melee and with healing abilities that can often grow to enable, in the words of a respected scholar, "holy shit how did you survive losing that many limbs?". Some techno-enhanced are known to be able to use abilities similar to the foes we fight, creating weapons from nothing and demonstrating near-magical abilities. Others are purely human works of technology bordering upon horrors or crimes against humanity.
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
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bfca52 No.14118
>>14099
Amendment:
However, as time has gone forwards, Moko has been feeling worse than usual. Every day she is hearing more and more about the attacks and the monsters. And in the first time in her existence, she has begun to feel a little more.. proactive? What ever the case, shes finally brought all her will power to bare, and has finally exited her room and is beginning to try and…socialize with others. Her end goal? Maybe save the world? Who knows. What ever it is, shes just finally decided to do something.
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bfca52 No.14125
>>14099
>>14118
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements: [??? Weapon: Chains] [???]
Reputation: Who?
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
??? - You have no idea what you are, or where your powers come from.
Lazy - You're lazy, in a school that doesn't exactly smile at such a thing. If you don't shape up, they might kick you out.
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bfca52 No.14135
| Rolled 80, 57 = 137 (2d100) |
>>14081
>>14125
Name: Moko Gūtara Maku (There. Done, right?)
Gender: Female (Eh, more? Fine I guess)
Race: Human(Maybe? I'll fill it out later)
Age: 18
Fluff:
"Do I really Have to? No? Uh, Okay than. Uh, here it is."
http://pastebin.com/7ScYJapM
Archetype:
Techno-Enhanced - The broadest category, covering an almost endless combination of technology and the odd touch of magic. Almost universally specialized in melee and with healing abilities that can often grow to enable, in the words of a respected scholar, "holy shit how did you survive losing that many limbs?". Some techno-enhanced are known to be able to use abilities similar to the foes we fight, creating weapons from nothing and demonstrating near-magical abilities. Others are purely human works of technology bordering upon horrors or crimes against humanity.
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements: [??? Weapon: Chains] [???]
Reputation: Who?
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Credits: 30 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
??? - You have no idea what you are, or where your powers come from.
Lazy - You're lazy, in a school that doesn't exactly smile at such a thing. If you don't shape up, they might kick you out.
1) Oh. No. I yawn as I get out of my chair, rustling slightly in my already wrinkled outfit. This is bad. I think I only slept through half of that speech instead of the whole thing. Well, at least I get payed. Am I a officer now? Thats weird. Does that Mean I can tell soldiers what to do? Weirder. When I meet new people, will I have to tell them that I am officer Moko? Weirdest. Anyways, maybe I can look around and make some friends….Maybe? I dunno. These people look all really interactive. Maybe if I just wait around…No, that wont work will it? I need to be sociable..Right? Uh. Right. Making friends. How friendish how me to do so. Heh.
[Make Friends(?)]
2) Oh, hey, look. I think another person is interested in Warhammer50k. I mean, I love my Necrons. I even went through with the efforts of fully painting them. I sprayed them, dry brushed them with Necron compound and then added a few green bits and a shade of Nuln Oil. Thats a lot of effort right? It sure was exhausting to me. What ever, I am sure they'll love my Necron Decurion.
[Go to the Wargaming club]
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bfca52 No.14194
| Rolled 5, 8 = 13 (2d100) |
>>14080
Name: Lucy
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian (possibly abhuman?)
Age: 20
Fluff: "That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass. Because it's got my name on it and I OWN IT."
Hedonistic, Nihilistic, and Egotistic.
Her parents said her father, a poor Brazilian logger, found her in a strange metallic pod while slashing and burning the rainforest. They claim the pod "spoke" to them and that she was born on some nameless planet that blew up. Lucy doubts these claims and blames the stories on her parents drugs, (though if it was real she'll say the planet blew up because it "couldn't handle her").
As a child it was not very long till it become clear something was different about her. Already by 13 she dwarfed even the of men of the logging camp. Fights with the boys which prevailed her childhood faded not because less because she grew into a beautiful woman but more because they all felt felt the broken bones and cuts were not worth it. Eventually growing ill-content with the pisspoor conditions of the shithole she lived in, she ran away to Rio and lived in the big city.
Though some like to claim she can fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes, this is simply untrue. Her primary feature is her seemingly limitless potential for strength and toughness, an indestructible mass of muscle and bone matched only by an equally indefatigable sense of pride and ego. An ego which would be difficult to uphold if not for the fact that she could quite literally snap a man in half and, if legends are true, headbashed a moving locomotive without breaking a sweat. During her time in the slums of Rio she earned the monicker "The Amazon" or "The Monster of the Faveloa"
Not nearly content with the already powerful body she took it up a notch even further, devoting whatever time she doesn't spend to kicking (and sometimes taking) ass in her leisure time, and hitting the Gym and growing stronger at every opportunity.
But her most striking feature comes from an event in which she (forcibly invaded) a scientific research facility to steal, and then apply, a new type of nanite designed to even further increase her strength and power two-fold. These nanites harden upon exposure to blunt trauma, and provide an additional source of power and strength to her cellular structure, acting as an energy battery. These nanites display itself in the form of dark lines on her body that can be compared to as "moving" tatoo's upon her skin.
With her strength and power her focus is mainly on melee combat and punching enemies, but despite this she still has a love of firepower in particular anything massive, from Big Guns to Big Tanks, and will always take up the opportunity to increase her stockpile of armaments.
Her personal history mostly consists of a series of mercenary work for money and pleasure, and the ever increasing bouts of jail-time. Her belief in life is to be the biggest badass anywhere you lay your eyes on and feel damn good doing it, and letting nothing stand in your way. She takes what she wants and when she wants it. Anything from bank money to streetfood vendors to boys and men. Many a poor soul can claim the scars on his hips, thighs, and back pains to her. Completely indifferent and apathetic to morals, law, and occasionally reason, the only thing she puts of any value is her word. Breaking her word is the one line she refuses to cross, and will go to great lengths to keep it.
Archetype: (choose 1 from below)
to be filled in by GM:
Satus: [Health: 10(15)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]
Reputation: Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Implant][Tactical Bikini]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bikini Mercenary - You're used to taking a beating and dishing one back out, usually for a fist full of dollars or whatever currency the client can muster. Your strength and toughness make you a formidable foe to anyone you can get within your reach, and you'll be damned if you give a single fuck about your clothing getting a little torn up during a fight. Hell, if it wasn't so damned chilly here, you'd probably walk around in a bikini and enjoy the chaos. Minor bonus to strength and toughness. +5 Max HP
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
>>14081
1. Join the Boxing club to I can see if it's full of faggots or men who know how to fight. I'll have a good time eitherway.
2. Go to the Gym and do some strength training, gotta keep up my absolutely fucking perfect physique after all.
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bfca52 No.14221
| Rolled 84, 54 = 138 (2d100) |
Name: Kojo Monomolonotoroko
Gender: Boy
Race: Cyborg
Age: 17
Fluff: Kojo is (not) the chosen one, foretold by prophecy. From a young age, he knew he had the gifts necessary to save the world when he had a dream of burning hot fires. The fires was burning down buildings and he was the only won that could save everyone from the scary fire. Ever cents then he has known that he was the only won that could win the save the world. He uses powerful robot parts to stomp out the bad guys so that all his friends can be safe and happy. He knows that if evil shows up, he'll stop it. Kujo will try his harderst to not be the chosen wone though. He wants to be stron but he only wants to fight for his friends, so he doesn't always do the right thing. His favorite band is smashmouth and his favrite anime is attack on titan. :D
Archetype: Techno-Enhanced
—–
Status: [Health: 10(15)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Cyborg Body] [Player's Choice Melee Weapon/Laser Cannon combi arm]
Reputation: Chosen One
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tool Kit]
Relationships: [Lilian L. - Dating]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Its Just The Way That You Are - You are the few, the proud, the antibody; mind, soul and zen. Take your knocks, shake em off, duck everybody. You're gonna take them again. You gain a minor bonus to combat.
Push Rewind, Just In Time - And when it comes it moves so slow, kind of like its saying 'I told you so'. Not being the chosen one, you make use of your cyborg enhancements to take hits that would otherwise be fatal to nearby allies. After all, you're expendable, right?
—–
1. Attempt to create a John Green Appreciation Club. If the other student's don't find the masterpiece that is Crash Course the greatest piece of film media of all time, it's probably because they haven't seen it.
2. Try out for a sports team. Which one? Doesn't matter! All of them! You're the chosen one baby, and while you refuse it, you have a responsibility to SHOW THE OTHERS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE STRONG IN HEART AND SOLE!
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bfca52 No.14235
| Rolled 86, 76, 35, 80 = 277 (4d100) |
[Concerning London]
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bfca52 No.14236
>School News
Rumors spread throughout the Academy about the battle of London. All rumors confirm the destruction of both S-class entities and limited damage to London itself.
Casualty reports vary wildly, from several dozen students from London Academy to the entire fourth year class.
Flags across the world are flown at half mast for the remainder of Euro Central's orientation period.
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bfca52 No.14241
>>14236
Moko slowly looks over from her lone lunch table, wondering where every one was, before noticing the news board, and the crowds surrounding it. Smiling, with her eyes drooping.
Hey. The news board. Lotta people looking at it. Maybe I can talk to them? Ugh. So far away though. But wait…Maybe if I go over there, perhaps People will think that I care? And if they think that I care, they might over look my other problems..And forgive me for taking a nap in class…
She gets up and shuffles towards the growing group of students. Driving her focus towards the board, she looks it over slowly.
"Well. Looks like London survived. I guess thats good to hear. Although, if they all died…That means they might make us protect Europe?" she mumbled out to no one in particular, barely making the effort to push air through her mouth.
Moko audibly groans, betraying her utter stoic disposition, as the croaking sound slowly vibrates from her still body. Work. Ugh. The worst four letter word of them all to her. Great, she thought to herself. Still, its far better than working on actual skill work, since I have to actual move my limbs. Oh well. Maybe now will be a good time to talk to others about…
Moko looked away to see that all the other students had already left. Sighing to herself, she looked about before returning to her lunch. Taking a bite of the potato-pancake like food on her plate, she stopped chewing for just a moment.
Hm. Not bad. Not bad enough to warrant some effort. Maybe if I hang out around the cooking club, some one will let me have the scraps…But that'll still be requiring effort on my part…What is a girl to do?
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bfca52 No.14242
>>14082
Turns out there isn't a true WRESTLING CLUB, but there is a MARTIAL ARTS CLUB that would be happy to include you among their ranks!
The Club's Leader introduces himself as Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, Third Year. You spend over an hour talking about wrestling and various martial arts before 'Macho' points out a First Year that looks to be caught between two other Clubs intent on claiming a new member.
>Add [Gustav 'Macho' Traugot, 3rd Year - Friend]
>FREE ACTION: You may intervene to help your fellow First Year escape, or claim them for the Martial Arts Club.
>Join the Martial Arts Club? Y/N
>>14083
You're not all that sure what happened, but you're suddenly being welcomed to the Home Economics Club. You're also not sure why there are no women in this club.
At least the Disciplinary Committee member is understanding as you're pulled off of the Class 2 mage that had used an illusion to disguise the Club's true identity. She even offers to help you fill out the proper forms to cancel your Home Economics Club application on legal grounds, if you buy her lunch or dinner tomorrow.
>Add [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
>You have joined the Home Economics Club
>>14084
Jenni notices that those in 2nd and 3rd year uniforms seem to give her quite a bit of space as she walks through Club Fair, some even pulling her fellow 1st year students back from her as they make way.
The Strategy Club President seems oddly pale as Jenni informs him that she will be joining, and playing Chaos Deamons in Warhammer 50k. For a moment there, he looked like he was going to turn green and vomit like some sort of green soldier after their first combat.
>You have joined the Strategy Club
>Add [Jeannot Christophe, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
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bfca52 No.14244
>>14086
Your search for an Occult Club goes horribly wrong when you turn around and find >>14084 walking past, soaked in a bloody aura! Startled, you fumble backwards until your hand feels something very, very muscular. Glancing at your hand, you find it gripping the butt of a girl that towers over you.
"Flee!" cries Remmy, and you soon find yourself moving across the Academy, certain that the Amazon you mistakenly fondled is hot on your heels.
When you finally stop, you've found yourself in some bushes with a few other people with a weegie board and dark circles under their eyes.
>You've joined the Occult 'Club'
>>14194
Boxing Club! That is what you'll join. Then you'll head to the gym and work on your -
Your train of thought pauses as a hand takes a very, very firm grip of your butt. The grip is a bit weak, but then it squeezes! SON OF A BITCH, HIS BALLS ARE GOING ON YOUR DAMNED WALL.
Turning, you identify the startled offender, >>14085 , as he tries to act like he doesn't know what is going on! "PERVERT!"
By the time three people from the disciplinary committee pull you off of the pervert, you've earned yourself a trip to the Commander's office.
> -2 to HEALTH, EGO, EDGE.
>You lose 1 action next turn, as the Commander will be verbally assaulting you.
>>14085
You're not really sure what happened, but you do know that a rather powerful punch landed in your face as a pissed off woman screamed "PERVERT!".
Thankfully, Major Ki is nice enough to ask both the Photography Club and Cooking Club presidents to come and visit you in the Medical Ward.
You can't quite tell who is who due to that sucker punch you took, but they both sound very like calm, collected women.
>- 4 Health, - 2 Ego
>You may join either the PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB or the COOKING CLUB as a free action.
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bfca52 No.14246
| Rolled 74, 80 = 154 (2d100) |
"Aaah, a new school! Rife with potential emotional entanglements. Time to dive right in."
1. Join my boyfriend Kojo in co-founding the John Green Appreciation Club.
2. Seek out a club for techno-magicians, or/And the techno-enhanced. Failing that, technology enthusiasts in general.
Name: Lilian LeStrange
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Fluff: >>13923
Archetype: Techno Magician, Class 1
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Purple Ray] [Black Fire Ball]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Wrist CAD]
Relationships: [Kojo M. - One True Love]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Purple Rain, Purple Rain - You've learned that sometimes a spell that does nothing but distract an interrupt can be as powerful as a spell carefully crafted. You have a vast library of cantrips that can fill a space with purple-black spells that do very, very little other than make colors.
Life is Short, Love Fast - Some people have been known to question the pace at which you can fall in love. Ignore them, they're idiots that can't understand how deep and emotional your relationships are!
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bfca52 No.14249
>>14244
Name: Lucy
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian (possibly abhuman?)
Age: 20
Fluff: "That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass. Because it's got my name on it and I OWN IT."
Hedonistic, Nihilistic, and Egotistic.
Her parents said her father, a poor Brazilian logger, found her in a strange metallic pod while slashing and burning the rainforest. They claim the pod "spoke" to them and that she was born on some nameless planet that blew up. Lucy doubts these claims and blames the stories on her parents drugs, (though if it was real she'll say the planet blew up because it "couldn't handle her").
As a child it was not very long till it become clear something was different about her. Already by 13 she dwarfed even the of men of the logging camp. Fights with the boys which prevailed her childhood faded not because less because she grew into a beautiful woman but more because they all felt felt the broken bones and cuts were not worth it. Eventually growing ill-content with the pisspoor conditions of the shithole she lived in, she ran away to Rio and lived in the big city.
Though some like to claim she can fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes, this is simply untrue. Her primary feature is her seemingly limitless potential for strength and toughness, an indestructible mass of muscle and bone matched only by an equally indefatigable sense of pride and ego. An ego which would be difficult to uphold if not for the fact that she could quite literally snap a man in half and, if legends are true, headbashed a moving locomotive without breaking a sweat. During her time in the slums of Rio she earned the monicker "The Amazon" or "The Monster of the Faveloa"
Not nearly content with the already powerful body she took it up a notch even further, devoting whatever time she doesn't spend to kicking (and sometimes taking) ass in her leisure time, and hitting the Gym and growing stronger at every opportunity.
But her most striking feature comes from an event in which she (forcibly invaded) a scientific research facility to steal, and then apply, a new type of nanite designed to even further increase her strength and power two-fold. These nanites harden upon exposure to blunt trauma, and provide an additional source of power and strength to her cellular structure, acting as an energy battery. These nanites display itself in the form of dark lines on her body that can be compared to as "moving" tatoo's upon her skin.
With her strength and power her focus is mainly on melee combat and punching enemies, but despite this she still has a love of firepower in particular anything massive, from Big Guns to Big Tanks, and will always take up the opportunity to increase her stockpile of armaments.
Her personal history mostly consists of a series of mercenary work for money and pleasure, and the ever increasing bouts of jail-time. Her belief in life is to be the biggest badass anywhere you lay your eyes on and feel damn good doing it, and letting nothing stand in your way. She takes what she wants and when she wants it. Anything from bank money to streetfood vendors to boys and men. Many a poor soul can claim the scars on his hips, thighs, and back pains to her. Completely indifferent and apathetic to morals, law, and occasionally reason, the only thing she puts of any value is her word. Breaking her word is the one line she refuses to cross, and will go to great lengths to keep it.
Archetype: (choose 1 from below)
to be filled in by GM:
Satus: [Health: 8(15)] [Ego: 8(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]
Reputation: Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Implant][Tactical Bikini]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bikini Mercenary - You're used to taking a beating and dishing one back out, usually for a fist full of dollars or whatever currency the client can muster. Your strength and toughness make you a formidable foe to anyone you can get within your reach, and you'll be damned if you give a single fuck about your clothing getting a little torn up during a fight. Hell, if it wasn't so damned chilly here, you'd probably walk around in a bikini and enjoy the chaos. Minor bonus to strength and toughness. +5 Max HP
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
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bfca52 No.14250
| Rolled 49 (1d100) |
>>14249
Lucy sits there absent mindedly while the Commander chews her ass for her actions, but none of that really matters to her.
All she can think of is what happened earlier at the Gym.
And how does she feel? Confused, frustrated, but mostly MAD.
"Motherfucker" she thinks to herself "That kid fucking touched my glorious golden ass.
And I went APESHIT on him.
Fucking cocksucker horseshit chickenshit BULLSHIT. . . what the hell came over me?
She remembers being mad, and calling him a "pervert" (Goddamn I can't believe I said that I'd laugh if Commander Asshole weren't shouting down my throat) and trying to wrestle him down. And not even in the fun way.
That's when it hits her. . .he was a MAGICAL boy. Looking at his photo he;s cute as fuck, but there must have been some kind of magic bullshit affecting her mind!
Well goddamn, she wasn't going to let no bloody fucking magic get in the way of a cute lay like that.
>>14085
1. Find this asshole.
The one who grabbed my ass.
That one. Preferably alone.
And push him up against a wall and make him do it again. . .and more.
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
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bfca52 No.14253
>>14244
>You're not really sure what happened, but you do know that a rather powerful punch landed in your face as a pissed off woman screamed "PERVERT!".
>Thankfully, Major Ki is nice enough to ask both the Photography Club and Cooking Club presidents to come and visit you in the Medical Ward.
>You can't quite tell who is who due to that sucker punch you took, but they both sound very like calm, collected women.
Okay, so being punched out isn't exactly how Uriel wanted to start his time at the Academy. Neither was being called pervert - he hadn't touched anyone, he was clutching Mephit with both hands!
Hopefully that gets sorted out. He didn't want to be a pervert. He didn't want to even think about stuff like th- and stopping now. Uriel could already feel the panic attack rising if he kept thinking on it. He clutched Mephit even tighter.
"Oh. Clubs. Sorry, uh. er. If the… photography club wouldn't mind me.. I.. I like photography a…" his voice drops down to a quiet squeak, "a lot… was my favorite class in the last school."
>>Join Photography Club
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bfca52 No.14256
>>14087
Setting up a meditative bow care spot in your quarters isn't too difficult, and you're feeling damned good after a few hours of meditation when someone knocks on your door.
A 4th year student smiles as you answer, pulling a bottle of Brandy from behind her back. "New magical girl, right? We'd like to invite you to our little club." A device on her hip beeps. "Fuck. Sorry, Gwen, right? Meet us tomorrow at the pool, after dark. We'll give you a proper welcome then. Or you'll have to drink this for all of us, yeah?" She hands you the bottle before hurrying off.
Before turning the corner, she stops and calls back at you. "The name is Shirley, by the way! Don't be late tomorrow!"
>+2 Soul
>+ [Bow Care Meditation Circle]
>+ Decent Brandy
>>14091
You have quite possibly the most average day ever at the Club Fair. Somehow, you manage to avoid the majority of incidents that require the attention of the disciplinary committee, but you do find the Engineering Club.
The President helps you sign up, but after that you feel like you're being passed around from person to person. The recruitment drive seems pretty damned chaotic, but you do get introduced to several of the important members of the club.
There are actually a few really cute girls in this club, if you can work up the courage to talk to them. Otherwise, it seems you'll be able to make friends quite easily. Class 1 mages seem to be few and far between in this club!
Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be an Occult Club. Odd, you could have sworn you saw a sign for one.
>Joined the MAGICAL ENGINEERING CLUB
>>14092
The Cooking Club is filled with a number of your female peers, and they're all quite excited to have a big, strong man such as yourself join their Club!
For the remainder of the day, you're more than happy to help them move heavy pots, pans, bags of flour, and even a pot of delicious smelling stew to be shared with the students that stop by the Cooking Club's booth at the fair! You know, this might even be better than the gym.
Unfortunately, so many different girls keep asking you for help that there are several minor arguments over who you'll help next, and you aren't too good with remembering everyone's names.
>Joined the COOKING CLUB!
>>14093
You're nearly dragged into joining several different clubs as you search for an engineering club, even narrowly avoiding the Home Economics Club. Wow, what a sausage fest that club is!
After several hours of being harassed, you decide the Fair might not be the best place for you right now. Too many clubs are sending girls to harass and hook you into joining. It isn't long before you find a small group of guys in the mess hall and introduce yourself. It seems that one of them is even part of the Magical Engineering Club, and he offers to get you signed up tomorrow and even introduce you to a few people.
>Add [Kennet Carl, 2nd Year - Friend], [Bozydar Urban, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Billy 'Kid' Thatcher, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
PLEASE DO NOT POST UNTIL EVERYONE IS UPDATED.
PENALTIES WILL BE LEVIED FROM THIS POINT FORWARD.
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bfca52 No.14263
>>14095
You walk around the campus a bit. For the most part, you are restricted to the fortified Academy itself, but the greater campus area is comparable to a small city.
Along the way, you meet a young asian named Jiang Fu. After an hour or so, you both manage to locate and join the Martial Arts Club.
>Add [Jiang Fu, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
>You have joined the MARTIAL ARTS CLUB
>>14096
By some miracle, you manage to locate one of the hangars for the smaller training mecha. Though most of your peers are mostly occupied with the Club Fair, a few of them are assisting the staff with the mecha.
You're soon noticed by one of them, and before you know it a 3rd year student has you in one of the training mecha to aid in the calibrations and OS adjustments being installed. You're not sure what to do when she actually thanks you for your help and asks if you'll give her a hand tomorrow. What does 'good job' mean when someone doesn't threaten to beat you?
>Add [Kelly Yamato, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
>>14135
Wow, this is a lot of effort.
Oh hey, when did you join the Strategy Club? And why are you the only one standing next to this other girl?
>Joined the Strategy Club
>Met >>14084
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bfca52 No.14267
| Rolled 87, 18 = 105 (2d100) |
>>14256
Name: Alexei Klokov
Gender: Male
Race: White/Russian/Übermensch
Age: 19
Fluff: He's a big guy
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
I Must Break You - Big. Muscled. Magical. You are, frankly, a monster in close quarters combat. Even before your magical powers are factored in, you gain a bonus to numerous types of physical tasks and combat.
From Russia, With Oblivious - You're a tall, handsome son of a bitch. Unfortunately, a life of interacting only with coaches and the odd opponent in competition means that you're extremely bad at normal social interactions. Unfortunately for the girls, your head is denser than your muscles.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
"Girls, no fight. Alexei can help everyone. A…Amanda! Yes, Amanda. What do you need help for?" Alexei begins again helping the squabbling girls, wondering how they got anything don't before him. Surely at least some of them can carry a mere hundred pounds of rice?
After Cooking Club, and it's very numerous meals(thank God for them, the school only has three meals a day! How do they expect people to maintain weight on so little?) Alexei heads to the gym. Carrying food and pots around are nice ways to train endurance, and having to lift so many girls up to reach to top shelves is good for the stabilizers, but neither are enough of a work out to get a good sweat up.
In his down time, Alexei takes up trying to talk to people. Life as a Olympian never allowed him to talk to a lot of people, and being surrounded by so many people has left him longing to make friends with similar interests.
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bfca52 No.14268
>>14221
There is no John Green Appreciation Club, and the Literary Club is highly displeased by your tastes, to put it very lightly.
After a kind mage uses a spell to clean the soda from your hair and clothing, you turn your focus to sports teams.
It doesn't take long for the Basketball Club to accept you as a new member!
>Joined the Basketball Club
>>14246
Despite your efforts, your attempts to gather enough members (three) to form a recognized club, The John Green Appreciation Club is a flop.
On the plus side the Magical Engineering Club is more than happy to have another member. You even make a few friends!
>Joined the Magical Engineering Club
>Add [Huang Yun, 1st Year - Friend] [Josephine Kylee, 1st year - Friend]
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bfca52 No.14271
| Rolled 14, 80 = 94 (2d100) |
>>14244
Name: Azrael "Azzy" Wilson
Gender: Only the Faculty knows, and they go to great lengths to only refer to Azzy by name, much to the consternation of Azzy's classmates
Race: Human with issues. Effeminate features, blond hair Green eyes. Wears baggy clothes all the time. 5'10 ish covered in void black markings.
Age: 18
Fluff: Azzy was a typical kid until a witch attacked and killed off most everyone in the town. Twisting and corrupting the others into her servitors or worse. Azzy lived alone for several years, studying Necromancy, likely to talk to former friends and loved ones, as well as for self defense. Azzy takes to necromancy easily, likely due to desperation and training from a young age. There are very few on the proper side of humanity that can match Azzy's prowess.
Azzy has many black tattoos embedded into Azzy's skin. When asked about them Azzy said they were self made, which given the angle of some of them seems impossible. However these tattoos allow Azzy to Borrow the attributes of familiar undead for power boosts and utility over simply raising dead. Azzy typically makes good use of this, as Hordes of undead are rarely subtle or seemly.
Azzy was picked up 2 years ago by UN forces responding to an attack of several witch's familiars on a the town of Brisburge. When they arrived they found several of the creatures drowning under a veritable tide of skeleton, zombies and other low-level undead, while the most powerful one was being ripped apart by Azzy's hands which at that point resembled claws of "wraith" undead. After the fight was over Azzy noticed the soldiers and fled quickly. Apprehension was handled using knockout gas. Once captured Azzy was a guest of the Un for two years, for study and re-acclimatization into society. It si also suspected Azzy was "borrowed" for missions from time to time, but there is no conclusive proof.
Azzy's personality is extremely introverted to the point of nigh crippling shyness. The subject is extremely uncomfortable around living humans, typically displayed but stuttering a lot and hiding deeper into the baggy clothes that have become Azzy's usual attire. Indeed Azzy is much more comfortable around the dead, likely due to time spent and a large measure of control over them. They've become "friends" as the subject puts it. However, if Azzy feels cornered or threatened, lashing out is typical. Given the child's power set such episodes are typically destructive, but have to date, not lethal. In dedicated combat, Azzy usually sports a smirk which steadily grow into a rather off putting smile. One researcher saying it's more at home on the face of a demon or madman than god fearing mortal. The fact no sound passes past that smile and combat proceeds in a deathly silence does not help either. The undead created are never commanded, verbally at least. The just seem to know where and how to go.
Azzy's combat style is unique. The child typically has a few "borrowed" attributes from undead active at any one time. That will be sued to harm any opponent in the vicinity. As the casualties of battle climb so does the child's power, for more corpses means more chances for Necromancy to be worked and more weapons to be used. Large scale combats usually end with a swarm of undead crushing the enemy by sheer attrition. However lacking corpses to work, Azzy is still incredibly dangerous with innate power and very skilled in hand to hand combat as well as use in the scythe.
Archetype: Mystic Martial(Necromancer)
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Reanimate Corpse] [Necro-Jutsu]
Reputation: Unknown
Clubs: Occult club?
Credits: 30
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Relationships: [Remmy(Wraith) - Friendly Spirit]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Borrowed Traits - Azzy can borrow aspects of nearby undead for short periods of time. This often causes some level of harm to Azzy.
Aura Sight - You ALWAYS see any [Aura] possessed by your classmates or NPCs, and are affected by them as written in the Aura entry.
I See Dead People - Though you can turn corpses to physical undead, you are also able to see undead spirits that others can not. Your preference of having these spirits as your friends cripples your ability to interact with the living in a social sense.
1. W-wow n-no real occult club. They were using w-weegee boards of all things. M-maybe I can teach them-th-the ropes later. N-now I need a n-new club. M-maybe the M-martial Arts club?
2. G-guess I n-need to t-try and make friends? I r-really hope I don't r-run into e-either of t-those girls again.
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bfca52 No.14272
| Rolled 95, 1 = 96 (2d100) |
>>14242
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
1. Take Lise up on her offer and get out of this club.
2. Go try and find another club, and make sure to look out for illusions!
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bfca52 No.14273
| Rolled 40, 73 = 113 (2d100) |
>>14268
[Huang Yun, 1st Year - Friend] [Josephine Kylee, 1st year - Friend]
"Fools don't know good taste. I'll just have to grow my social pool until I can set literary tastes."
1. Try to pick up an Upperclassmen mentor in Magical Engineering club for learning spells from.
2. Spend some time developing my friendships with Huang and Josephine.
Name: Lilian LeStrange
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Fluff: >>13923 (You)
Archetype: Techno Magician, Class 1
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Purple Ray] [Black Fire Ball]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Wrist CAD]
Relationships: [Kojo M. - One True Love] [Huang Yun, 1st Year - Friend] [Josephine Kylee, 1st year - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Purple Rain, Purple Rain - You've learned that sometimes a spell that does nothing but distract an interrupt can be as powerful as a spell carefully crafted. You have a vast library of cantrips that can fill a space with purple-black spells that do very, very little other than make colors.
Life is Short, Love Fast - Some people have been known to question the pace at which you can fall in love. Ignore them, they're idiots that can't understand how deep and emotional your relationships are!
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bfca52 No.14276
| Rolled 61, 8 = 69 (2d100) |
Sweet!
1. Chat with one of the cute girls about magic theory, slightly changing subjects until he finds the one she latches to!
2. Maybe see who all wants to go get lunch after a bit. Make some friends that way!
Name: Mikasi Steiner
Gender: Male
Race: American (German/Native American)
Age: 19
Fluff: Mikasi was one of those kids who grew up talking three languages and playing with gadgets. Never really the popular kid, he played soccer, researched his dad's family line of shaman leaders, and did a lot of programming and gadget building in his spare time. While he never fully picked up the sort of touch of magic his father did, his mother encouraged his technical gifts, which soon allowed him to create what he could only term as 'magical beam weapons', which caught enough attention for him to be recruited to the academy.
A nerd and introvert to a logical point, he is most comfortable with other gearheads, and otherwise keeps to himself. He may own a hunting knife he used to use when hunting with his father, but no one knows where he keeps it on him.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Summon: Wisp] [Lightning Bolt]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Protective Totems][Wrist CAD]
Credits: 30 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Wind Talker - You're from a long line of shamans, and the magic in your blood is Ancient and enduring. You can see spirits, and if you meditate they may provide you with clues or knowledge. You can also speak a really, really obscure language. Cursing at people could be fun.
Ancient Ritual Magic - Your magic is unique to your blood line, but at the same time it is also filled with a number of things that modern technology could completely ignore. Any spells from your shamanic forefathers will simply take longer to cast than 'modern' magic.
Class 2 Techno-Mage - You're classified as a Class 2 mage. In general, expect to be looked down upon by mages ranked Class 1.
Club: Magical Engineering
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bfca52 No.14285
| Rolled 36, 49 = 85 (2d100) |
>>14256
http://pastebin.com/Sce2M9YQ
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Anima Caeli (Magic Bow)]
+ [Arrow Magic]
+ [Soul - 17(20)]
+ [Bow Care Meditation Circle]
+ [Decent Brandy]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Keenly Aware of Perverts - You are no longer a little girl. You've learned to summon your magical weapon without the need to fully transform and give those around you a free show. Your attacks are limited to basic magical arrows until you fully transform, however. Major bonus to defending against peeping toms.
Don't Call Me Princess - You HATE being called "Princess", and will often attack anyone that dares to call you such. You gain a large bonus to attacks against offending parties.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
1. -~You know I'm sure there's an archery club you could join~- Yes be forced to either use sub-par equipment or get banned from competition for trying to use Anima Caeli. -~You should try something, otherwise what're you going to do? lie around and wait for your inevitable soul crushing demise?~- Yes you make it sound so enticing. -~Well someone's in a mood today~- Well you may have a point, allright I'll find an archery club.
[Find and Archery Club]
2. -~You know it's probably some sort of ambush right?~- you think everything after dark is an ambush -~Yes but this is basically super powered high school~- You've seen too many bad chick flicks -~Just be careful, I don't want any of them to realize I'm here and try to kill us both~- You mean kill you, you really could care less about me -~You are a very nice looking mode of transportation~- Tch, pervert
[Go join those girls at the pool, after dark, be ready for anything, bring the bottle.]
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bfca52 No.14302
Name: Latyva Wret
Gender: Girl
Race: Black
Age: 19
Fluff: A black girl lucky enough to be recruited, Latyva watched her whole family die before her eyes before being whisked away to the safety of an academy. In the aftermath of such a horrific event she kept her calm and cool attitude, using it to hide her pain and sorrow as she made sure the facade didnt crack. Her preferred tech involves soundwaves, something she picked up from her love of music, and she wears her old dj headphones turned visor helm at all times
Archetype: Techno-enhanced
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
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bfca52 No.14308
| Rolled 80, 60 = 140 (2d100) |
1. Hmm, I wonder if there are any places I can buy some African Artifacts from around here. I had to leave behind like half my collection. Ask around, maybe those nice people at the occult club will know of somewhere. I'm pretty sure I saw one carrying around a shrunken head. That's from Africa right?
2. Ask for sparring matches from various people in the Martial Arts Club. Do remember to keep in mind that my endurance allows me to last far, far longer then most other people thanks to my regeneration. I don't want to have a repeat of last time. Poor guy had to spend a week in the infirmary due to heat exhaustion and dehydration.
http://pastebin.com/30hMJFMm
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bfca52 No.14320
| Rolled 93, 1 = 94 (2d100) |
>>14253
Uriel Photius
Action 1: "I think I'll go with the Photography club President, if the Medics release me."
Action 2: And when I'm done there, maybe look around Campus?
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bfca52 No.14328
>>13975
>>14244
Jenni turns her head slightly to notice some sort of commotion behind her. She knows the sound of fighting, but can't get a good look at it. After attempting to crane over the crowd, she loses interest and heads over to check the announcements.
Jenni notes that the announcement is somewhat truncated. There's nothing specific and it has most of the telltale marks of a censored article. There's not even pictures of the scene. She tries to pry information from the other classmen and they don't have any details. Some look nervous. Eventually Jenni grows annoyed and wanders off. She mumbles: “bullshit morons” as she walks off.
Jenni stomps across the campus. The noise is distracting and has ruined her mood. During the war she been used to long periods in silence and was now confronted by the noise. Racket. Cacophony. After finding a small somewhat isolated table, Jenni sits down to finish up the strategy club form – it is 20 pages in length not counting the cover form. While Jenni had always hated paperwork she found that she was actually good at it for some reason; one of her friends in Cascadia had suggested the forms actually placated her sense of self somewhat. Jenni didn't disagree, really, and would do forms in exchange for rations. Jenni tries to imagine Will's face now, but she can't really call up his face in her mind. After staring at the third page for a few minutes she began talking to herself again in a mumble: “They want to know an awful lot about my sex life. And daily habits. And if can give money. Bullshit.” She sighs again. It was indeed bullshit.
Eventually Jenni get into the idea models are also going to cost a ton of money unless she can get at the fabrication units or whatever they use to produce items around here. She starts tapping her pencil on the table compulsively as some some headway is made on the forms. Eventually – after a half hour – she finishes and hands the stupid thing in.
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bfca52 No.14330
| Rolled 73, 14 = 87 (2d100) |
http://pastebin.com/FFyM3x9Z
Name: Jenni Calicott [Nome de guerre: “Harvester”]
Gender: Female
Race: American [White]
Age: 18
Fluff: Jenni fought in the ill-fated Cascadian secessionist movement of 2036-2039 and is quite keen to recount her experiences when pressed. According to her, after some lionization of the movement from her older sister Pheobe, she joined the movement at mere 13 years old with some strategic lies and omissions. Soon after, Jenni found herself in hard combat against state paramilitaries and national guard. After being captured and escaping repeatedly, Jenni developed a reputation as both a terrorist and hardened rebel. As the fighting continued and the weight of the federal government moved to recapture Seattle and Portland, increasingly brutal methods were adopted by the movement: Jenni personally ordered the deaths of prisoners, collaborators, and other traitors as befitting the failing insurrection. By that point several years had passed and Jenni had developed something of a reputation not only as a criminal and terrorist, but, also, as a vicious killer. After the defeat, Jenni's superior skills helped her flee to Canada where she was approached by an odd recruiter.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Skills: [Small Arms] [Guerilla Warfare]
Reputation: War Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Anklet]
Clubs: Strategy Club
Relationships: [Jeannot Christophe, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Forged in War - You've seen friend and foe alike killed by everything from knives to precision air strikes. Corpses and gore don't bother you, nor does the idea that your death may be an instant away. Combat almost seems natural, and you gain a minor bonus to all combat rolls.
Murderous Aura - The blood of your victims hasn't quite washed away from your spirit. You cause [FEAR] to any humans capable of viewing auras.
They Weren't Even Human - Jenni still believes that her victims weren't human, having ceded all of their rights and freedoms. That doesn't stop the nightmares and flashbacks, however. Every 3 turns, roll 1d100 to see how this effects her.
–
Actions [relieve stress, daydream]
–
1. Jenni sits quietly at her table. She starts thinking about her sisters. She doesn't even have a photo – she tries to call them up in her head. She gets very sad for a moment as she stares at a squirrel on a nearby tree. Jenni likes nature a good deal, but she remembers all the trees she had to destroy to make entrenchments.
Jenni then attempts to feed the squirrel in a slightly fugue state. [daydream to relieve stress]
2.After a time Jenni decides to see if she can have a look at the hardware. She attempts to locate the motorpool where the gear is - maybe she can talk to a few of the tankers and get some information on what's going on really. "Hopefully my reputation will be taken differently or be suitable obscure there." [head to the motorpool/equipment area]
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bfca52 No.14333
| Rolled 30, 62 = 92 (2d100) |
>>14263
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16-23 (unknown)
Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Skilled Mecha Pilot]
Reputation: Obvious Loner.
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][CCCP Issue Plug Suit]
Relationships: [Viktor S. - Friend] [Kelly Yamato, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Academy is Vacation - You survived the Gulag and those bastards after it. Reduce all damage to your Health by 1 per turn. Reduce all damage to EGO and Edge by 2 per turn.
Victory or Death - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
Back in the USSR - These fools do not know how lucky they are. They'll never understand you, and you'll never trust them. How could you? They're here to hurt you! Noticeable penalty to social interactions.
1. A superior Officer has asked me to assist her in her endevours? I must oblige to the best of my ability, failure is the path to destruction. I cannot fail!
2.If I have free time, I should attempt to find my comrade Viktor, I wish to see how he is handling the academy. Comradery is the key to overcoming to obstacles that stand in our way!
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bfca52 No.14344
| Rolled 15, 94 = 109 (2d100) |
>>14263
Name: Moko Gūtara Maku (There. Done, right?)
Gender: Female (Eh, more? Fine I guess)
Race: Human(Maybe? I'll fill it out later)
Age: 18
Fluff:
"Do I really Have to? No? Uh, Okay than. Uh, here it is."
http://pastebin.com/7ScYJapM
Archetype:
Techno-Enhanced - The broadest category, covering an almost endless combination of technology and the odd touch of magic. Almost universally specialized in melee and with healing abilities that can often grow to enable, in the words of a respected scholar, "holy shit how did you survive losing that many limbs?". Some techno-enhanced are known to be able to use abilities similar to the foes we fight, creating weapons from nothing and demonstrating near-magical abilities. Others are purely human works of technology bordering upon horrors or crimes against humanity.
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements: [??? Weapon: Chains] [???]
Reputation: Who?
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Credits: 30 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
??? - You have no idea what you are, or where your powers come from.
Lazy - You're lazy, in a school that doesn't exactly smile at such a thing. If you don't shape up, they might kick you out.
1) Oh. Wow thats…New. A person who hasn't left the table I've been sitting at…Uh..What was it that thing I was spoused to do? Oh. Right. Social Interaction. Here goes. I approach the girl, and….Uh…Say hi? Oh wait. Were in strategy club. There was…Oh yeah, 50k. Offer to play her in a…Friendly game right? Thats the word for where people don't really try to win, but still play anyways, right? That's my kind of game. Less trying. Less of everything, I guess. What ever. Hmm. Something is a bit off about this girl…She makes me…Feel…Something? Can't really put a finger on…Or more like, I guess I can't bother myself to do that. I'll think about it later. Never really felt this way before. Maybe its feeling of….Eh. who a cares? [Approach the girl?]
2) Phew. That was exhausting. In-fact, despite my fifteen naps, seven day dreams, three winks, and 16 hours of sleep, I still feel utterly exhausted. After I am done…socializing with this girl, I think I'll find some place cozy to take a nap. I hear the gymnasium next door has a lot of mats lying about. I guess those are pretty comfy. People don't use them, do they? I mean, why would any one go to the gym? There's nothing but…Ugh..work there. What ever. I heard something about a Martial arts club being there? I don't think they'll care. Or notice.
>>14330
>>14328
As Jenni returns to her desk, she may notice a dark haired, messy looking girl staring at her, a short and slightly cringy smile on her face. She seems to be inching closer every time Jenni looks away, before finally, with sloth like grace, finally gets up and takes a seat next to her. She seems to protrude a aura of discomfort and dislike, which only makes her sloppy looks worse. She is staring intently at you, before piping up a conversation. She doesn't seem to good at it, however. "Hi. Uh. Yeah." She slightly outstretches her left hand, smiling creepily, but with seemingly good intentions. "You…" She pauses for a moment, thinking of something to say, a very rusty hamster wheel spinning in her head. After a minute or so, she finally gets one. "Seem like a very /model/ student. Heh." She cringes internally, and then externally, waiting for some sort of response. The Aura of unease hangs heavily, mixing with Jenni's own, further pushing away people, like two storms colliding.
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bfca52 No.14345
>>14344
[Jenni]
Jenni turns her head so slowly that it might as be a sun moving in the sky. She fixes her gaze upon the the girl. Her hair seems to sway slightly in the breeze and her eyes glitter.
Jenni is very quiet. There's a good deal of tension coming of this girl, but Jenni is used to tension. It doesn't bother her.
"It's because I've killed a lot of people. A lot of them. And they know it. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I didn't even like killing those people, but they weren't really people. People deserve to live in some sense."
Jenni pauses for a moment. "That's why they gave me this." Jenni points to her tracking anklet. It has several lights that seem to shimmer slightly. "It's not very fashionable."
"Jenni, by the way. What do you play in 50k?"
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bfca52 No.14346
| Rolled 84, 14 = 98 (2d100) |
>>14242
Name: Hogan Haruku
Gender: MALE
Race: Genetically Altered Human
Age: Physically 43, Chronologically 17
Fluff: In the darkest hours of the Jazz Crisis, when Japan was under siege, a small cadre of scientists was assigned to create a hero. Using DNA gathered from a recent wrestling exposition and the ancient chi of a dying monk, they managed to create an artificial being with a burning passion for WRESTLING and an unrivaled thirst for RIGHTEOUSNESS. Named Hogan Haruku, after his DNA donor, this young man in a forty three year old man's body was jettisoned to Europe in a stasis capsule in those last precious moments before Japan fell. Now, seventeen years later, Hogan, sporting his handlebar mustache and his enthusiastic love of AMERICA, is ready to throw down in the ring, using his inner chi with precisely honed wrestling moves to devastating effect.
HULKAMANIA'S GONNA RUN WIIIIILD ON YOU, MONSTER BO-ROTHER.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Atomic Leg Drop Style] [Wrestling]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Hulkmania Bandana]
Friends: [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, Third Year]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Hulkmania - Oh brother! You're a magnetic personality to your friends and the end of foes that fancy themselves an iron sheik. You gain a minor bonus to befriending or fighting almost anything approximately your size.
Reversal! - Those that practice the Atomic Leg Drop Style understand that a fight can always turn even as your victory seems assured. You, or your foes, may steal combat advantage by rolling an exact double on combat dice.
1. "Well, brother, that little HULKAMANIAC is going to get a little GUIDANCE, man– guidance from the MAN himself!"
Stride over to the first year, placing one tan hand on his head and reminding him that he doesn't have to feel PEER PRESSURED into joining any CLUBS if he doesn't want to. IT'S YOUR CHOICE, BROTHER! DON'T LET 'EM BROWBEAT YOU!
2. "If I'm going to join the Martial Arts club, man, I'd best GET IN GOOD with the TEACHER in charge! The BOND between new guy and CHAMP is sacred!"
Find, and befriend, the martial arts teacher.
Also, join the MARTIAL ARTS CLUB.
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bfca52 No.14349
>>14345
Moko remains in beyond casual stance, her hand still extended to shake. The awkward smile is still on her face. Little did Jenni know that she was just too lazy to actually move her arm down to the table. But aside from that, Moko's horrid posture seemed really unable to muster up anything than a extremely lackluster composure.
"Huh. Hmmm. Uh…I play Necrons" she says, followed by slight movements to permit a yawn to escape. "They were the easiest to paint."
For a brief moment, she wonders whether or not she should bother caring about all the peoples she killed. But, to be honest, did she even care? Not really. After-all, the possibility of her attacking was kinda slim. She also seemed like she had a good enough reason to do it. Plus, asking more questions seemed far too monumental a endeavor to accomplish.
"But yeah. I didn't really think it was you…Was it? I dunno..I can't force myself to care all that much.."
Another lull in the conversation later..
"Usually I am just naturally alone, you know? Not really sure why."
She smiles ineptly. It is clear that this girl is a social deadbeat, as the utter realm of discontent thickens.
"Oh. My name is, uh, Moko by the way."
Another pause before she excavates a crucial detail from the labyrinth of her brain.
"What army do you play?"
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bfca52 No.14352
>>14349
[Jenni]
This is the first conversation Jenni formally has had for some time that didn't involve a man with a gun or running in some way. She seems to take it pretty well, and remains calm.
Jenni listens to Moko and nods slightly, but doesn't move to intercept Moko's hand when she speaks. About midway in conversation, sensing motivation, Jenni slowly rotates her torso around so she seems less aloof to her guest. Some leaves – oak – fly by.
From here something odd happens. Jenni stares deeply into Moko, perhaps too deeply, and speaks. "I know. I've gotten to spend a good deal of time alone these days. You get used to it. Cells are a good training being alone. Not that I would suggest them – you can get the same effect in other ways." From here Jenni trails off and adjust her hair a little bit; it is blonde and quite short.
"Anyway, I play Chaos Daemons. The new rules I didn't care very much for, but I'm feeling confident that I have a new army configuration that will handle most battles. I'm not even a very good painter, but the painting aspect helps with my…nerves. So, I hear you, I guess."
Jenni fidgets and adjusts her shirt. It doesn't fit quite right and seems to plunge a bit too much where it probably shouldn't. Jenni seems to ignore Moko as she breaks eye contact and adjusts her collar with both hands – her bra and some skin becomes visible briefly, but soon recede from sight. Weirdly, Jenni doesn't seem the slightest put out by such things and continues fudging and pushing her uniform for about thirty seconds before returning to eye contact.
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bfca52 No.14354
>>14352
As she watches the person across from her fidget in her clothing, Moko takes the opportunity to take a load off her back, and rests her elbow on the table, and her chin on her knuckles, the rest of her body sorta just drooping there. She stares intently at the other girl, but with a slight haze of non-focus, too tired to bother zooming in on one feature. The slight sight of skin does make her think back to the…Feeling that she had about this girl. Breaking her train of thought, she decided to continue the conversation.
"Yeah…Necrons are kinda my favorite…'No bones about it'.." She slightly laughs half halfheartedly at her own joke.
"Skeletons are kinda cool… I…." Moko thought for a moment. Run and Collected sounded way too exhausting to even say. "Received a full Necron army. I mostly just have them in the basic set up…You know? The uh..Decurion thing?"
She coughs slightly, but unable to raise her hand, its just more like barely noticeable spasms accompanied by a tiny grating sound. Back to those weird feelings…Gosh. Never felt this way before…My legs feel weak..Well, weaker than normal. Almost like I could, if it were possible, for me to tremble. My heart is beating above…I dunno, three a minute? Thats odd. Breathing a little heavier than normal…Its almost like…I dunno? What emotions are there anyways? Theres like.. Five? Six? Wait…I think I read about this once online…
"The army was really easy to paint. I just sorta sprayed them, then brushed them over with dry brush…Added a few bits of green and such….Not really sure what you mean by nerves though. Uh, I can't really seem to muster up anything along those lines.
Moko's eyes widen, barely, revealing more of her pallor face. Could…This be…Love? What is Love? Is this what Love is? I've never felt love before. I've been too lazy to bother with such things… But now? Is this girl flirting with me? What is she doing? Wait. OH GOD. WHAT IF SHE IS IN LOVE WITH ME? The way she is moving her clothes around…This weird feeling.. If she's in love with me…And by extension, I am in love with her…That would mean waaaaaaaaaay more work and effort than I really wanted to put up with. Man. That would suck. Wait. Being a girlfriend would mean I'd have to remember dates, and stuff, and names, and get a phone, and call her, and talk to her more often…Like I said, a lot of work.
I Got to get a hold of myself. I am over reacting. I need to do the opposite. Under react.
"Uh. Yeah. You uh..Seem to be in a /button/ of trouble there with your outfit…I…uh… Maybe I could help? Not all that great at fixing clothing, but I can try. And, uh, once thats over, we can play a friendly game of 50k?" she said, in her usual off putting voice. She shifts her position, closer to her. Clearly, she was doing this in the most platonic and oblivious way she could manage, which meant she was failing utterly.
She thought to herself, perhaps if she remains as if she didn't see her obvious forays into the romantic territory and tries to play it off cool, she can not only keep a friend, but also get out of the enormous duty of being a significant other.
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bfca52 No.14358
>>14354
[Jenni]
Jenni listens quietly while nodding. A bird chirps somewhere but only Jenni is able to hear it; the wind also begins to pick up and her uniform flaps a bit in the wind. A few moments pass.
Jenni looks back at her uniform again and fiddles some more after Moko mentions it. She gestures with an open palm slightly and goes back to trying to adjust it. After another ten seconds or so she seems to have fixed it and makes an approving noise; the uniform seems slightly more askew now. "Thanks, that could have been awkward. The worst part of this bullshit is that I have to wear the uniform and get gawked at by all the robots. At least they're more terrified than vulgar so I don't get the worst of it."
Jenni thought that the Moko was decent. The fact that she hadn't run away screaming was good, and the fact that she actually managed to have a conversation that didn't involve hard glares had helped her mood somewhat. Jenni mulled over the fact that finding other friends would probably be difficult after he reputation insinuated itself further. She then made a judgement.
"Anyway, Moko, I'll see you around. I'm going to get something to eat – or what passes for food – at this place. If you see me at the cafeteria or whatever, come on over. We'll figure out the best way to cream the other club members." Following that statement, Jenni rises and leaves the table.
A squirrel looks on from the tree at all of this with some mild amusement.
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bfca52 No.14359
>>14358
Moko nods as she gets up and walks away from the table. She nods to herself, only slightly however, as to not expend too much of her energy. SHE DID IT. She socialized. And with out getting stuck in some drama related mishaps.
She smiled, awkwardly and creepily, but this time in a slight elevation of her normal mood. She had made a…Friend? That is a possibility. She gathered up her belongings, quickly and silently putting them into her bag. A friend. Thats new. Sure, its gonna take more effort than usual to keep, I suppose. But maybe it'll mix things up? Who knows. Maybe it will actually make my life a whole lot easier. Maybe she'll be really good at math, and she can help me with it? And by help, I mean, do all the easy stuff? That would be nice
However, mid revelries, a yawn stretched across her body. Oh. Right. That whole, I am gonna pass out soon thing. Nice, been waiting for it all day. She quickly sets off to the martial artists club, hopefully to find a large bundle of mats to sleep on and underneath.
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bfca52 No.14366
| Rolled 40, 59 = 99 (2d100) |
>>14093
>Name: Phil Gulcom
>Gender: male
>Race: Italian American
>Age: 21
>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
[Spiritual vision]
[Magical Code]
>Reputation: Unknown
>friends
[Kennet Carl, 2nd Year - Friend],
[Bozydar Urban, 1st Year - Acquaintance],
[Billy 'Kid' Thatcher, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Wrist CAD]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
>Magical Engineer - Your magical skills are up to par, but your true skill lies in the devices that assist Techno-Magicians. You've a noticable bonus to making modifications to the code that assists magicians, and the CAD devices themselves. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the guy to solve true flight magic!
>Lack of Closure - Despite throwing away her photo, your ex's memory still manages to haunt you. You have a minor penalty to interactions with the opposite sex, and a noticeable penalty to any sort of intimate relations.
1.2. Spend the day with Kennet, go join the engineer club and meet the people he wants to introduce me too. Seems like a good guy. Would probably make a good mentor.
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bfca52 No.14369
>>14352
>>14358
[Jenni]
>Add [Moko M. - Friend]
>Gain Eccentricity:
If The Uniform Don't Fit, You Must Fidget - Something just doesn't seem RIGHT about how your uniform fits your body, especially when you're trying to interact with your peers. Your constant efforts to adjust defects that aren't there can sometimes help or hinder your interactions, depending upon the target.
>>14354
>>14359
[Moko]
>Add [Jenni C. - Flirty? Friend]
>Add Eccentricity:
Battle of the Beams - Sometimes you're more lost than a german bomber landing at a british airfield in England in early 1941. Your ability to read body language often leads to really, really strange thoughts and a fear of commitment!
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bfca52 No.14373
| Rolled 15, 61 = 76 (2d100) |
>>14333
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Humans are a curious race. They have very little physical capacities when compared to many other animals, yet they have somehow managed to take and hold large areas of land and for a long time going so far as to dominate the whole earth. By the observation of this phenomenon a simple conclusion can be drawn. The most efficient weapon in the arsenal of every human is not his body but his mind. While this fact is applicable to all human beings in existence it is most accurately portrayed in the higher classes of mankind most notably above all others the Germanic people.
In such times of turmoil and chaos the people of earth must look back to their roots as warriors, destroyers and conquerors. They must steel their minds and stare into the abyss, pass the gates of hell to defeat whatever unspeakable horrors lie beyond. Even though his sacrifice may be final and his death may prove to be in vein Viktor will continue to follow the path laid out before him. A German as his forefathers were he seeks to elevate himself above the human condition, forging his mind and body into one to ultimately surpass humanity itself and become the weapon his people so desperately need.
Spending long hours every day Viktor continues to perfect the use of his limited physical form, training precise and quick strikes, disabling neural connections and electronic lines alike, vanishing into the shadows before his enemies can as much as respond. But far more important than his physical capacities are his mental ones, dedicating himself to the arts of painting and poetry, though his progress in both areas may easily be perceived as disastrous Viktor has repeatedly been praised for his beautiful singing voice, a guilty pleasure he usually restricts to the time he spends showering.
Discipline and dedication have brought Viktor this far, dominating his life at the cost of making many believe him to be an arrogant cunt, when in truth he is nothing but a fascist with a heard of (g/c)old. With a lot of people to dislike, misunderstand or simply fail to communicate with Viktor can consider himself lucky to have a good and loyal friend by his side. As the saying goes friendships are not measured in how long one has known another person, but by who has never left your side and by that measure Konstantin has surpassed any other person in Viktor's life.
While one can hardly consider Konstantin a voice of reason and understanding, Viktor often finds it calming to be around him and see that the horrors of the world even take a toll on those able in body and spirit.
Archetype: Mystic Martial (cause someone will eventually be needed to be punched in the face with almost absolute certainty)
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
>Reputation: Unknown
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
+ [1st Year Uniform]
+ [Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed]
+ [Fashionable Combat Suit]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
+ [Fascism Makes This Look Good] - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
+ [The Sound of Music] - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
1. Viktor was late. An unacceptable turn of events no matter the reasoning there was behind it. Either way the first thing he would do was check in with Konstantin, after all his comrade would no doubt prove helpful no matter Viktor's own shortcomings. Friendship really was quite something, time to get a tour of the facilities.
2. After getting an initial look at the facility Viktor needed practice, certainly there would prove to be some club that specialized in fighting and seeing as his Kraut Jutsu allowed Viktor for many unlethal strikes he would surely prove an effective sparring partner to anyone who wished so while gaining the opportunity to enhance his own ability.
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bfca52 No.14384
| Rolled 39, 100 = 139 (2d100) |
Name: Kojo Monomolonotoroko
Gender: Boy
Race: Cyborg
Age: 17
Fluff: Kojo is (not) the chosen one, foretold by prophecy. From a young age, he knew he had the gifts necessary to save the world when he had a dream of burning hot fires. The fires was burning down buildings and he was the only won that could save everyone from the scary fire. Ever cents then he has known that he was the only won that could win the save the world. He uses powerful robot parts to stomp out the bad guys so that all his friends can be safe and happy. He knows that if evil shows up, he'll stop it. Kujo will try his harderst to not be the chosen wone though. He wants to be stron but he only wants to fight for his friends, so he doesn't always do the right thing. His favorite band is smashmouth and his favrite anime is attack on titan. :D
Archetype: Techno-Enhanced
—–
Status: [Health: 10(15)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Cyborg Body] [Player's Choice Melee Weapon/Laser Cannon combi arm]
Reputation: Chosen One
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tool Kit]
Relationships: [Lilian L. - Dating][Basketball Club]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Its Just The Way That You Are - You are the few, the proud, the antibody; mind, soul and zen. Take your knocks, shake em off, duck everybody. You're gonna take them again. You gain a minor bonus to combat.
Push Rewind, Just In Time - And when it comes it moves so slow, kind of like its saying 'I told you so'. Not being the chosen one, you make use of your cyborg enhancements to take hits that would otherwise be fatal to nearby allies. After all, you're expendable, right?
—–
1. Modify my Laser Cannon to fire BASKETBALLS
2. Make some flyers with my face on them and hang them around the school.
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bfca52 No.14433
| Rolled 47 (1d100) |
>>14285
Extra 1d100 for reasons
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bfca52 No.14453
>>13980
[Fluff]
Koju pays a visit to Lilian, hoping to convince her to assist in hanging his EXCELLENT FLIERS. Standing at her door, he gives a single, sharp knock. Then, without waiting, he then begins to slide some of the fliers, one at a time, under her door. Even if she doesn't come to the door, she'll know what to do with them. He then proceeds to staple some of them to her door, as he had done with some of the other doors in the hallway.
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bfca52 No.14454
>>14453
Ignore the linked to post. Dunno why that happened.
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bfca52 No.14457
>>14453
Lilian emerges with some surprise to find posters of Kojo's face flooding under her door at the hands of none other than Kojo.
She doesn't need words. She understands exactly what he means. After he's done stapling his face to her door, she joins him with a stack, distributing the flyers across campus.
Rounding a corner down an inconsequential hallway between flyer postings, she pinches his butt.
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bfca52 No.14458
>>14457
Kojo fails to notice the pinch, completely enamored with work. "Wow, this sure is going great, huh!? I mean, now everyone will know who I am!"
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bfca52 No.14464
>>14330
Jenni's day dreaming is interrupted when a third year student sits next to her without a word. He doesn't even bother to look at her.
"Fitting in, Calicott? Or maybe everyone is treating you like some sort of leper?"
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bfca52 No.14466
>>14458
"Oh, surely darling! You'll be the most renowned man on campus! King of the 1st Years today, tomorrow–monster slayer extraordinaire!" She sighs whimsically.
"It's almost like you were /destined/ for this, you know? Glory, heroism, renown…" She admires his visage on a poster as she plasters it across a window. "Like you'd been, ch–no, wrong word. Singled out from birth."
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bfca52 No.14467
>>14464
[Jenni]
Jenni doesn't look at the person sitting next to her initially, but she eventually turns slightly with her head. She appears slightly annoyed and squints her eyes a little as she speaks. Her tone is measured and brusque.
"Fitting in better than I thought. Truthfully, I expected a small party with a rope, so this is an improvement. Slightly."
Jenni adjusts her sleeve a little with her hand. Damn thing.
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bfca52 No.14468
>>14466
Kojo snickers to himself. "Singled out? No, you sweet thing. That would be too simple. I'M THE CHOSEN ONE OF COURSE! Destined to save everyone! Of course, I just want a normal life. So I must refuse the calling, but also fight to save everyone." Sometime during the middle of his speech, he had struck a pose, now in a sort of lunge position.
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bfca52 No.14469
>>14467
"Oh, I'm sure a few of them have thought about it. The Commander wouldn't let it happen, of course. He needs his precious Jenni to act like his Academy isn't run by a caste system. So long as he gets a few normals in each starting class, who is to notice if they all get killed before graduation?"
The man's tone is filled with venom, but you can sense that his body and expression are acting cheerful and friendly. To those unable to hear his soft words, the conversation probably looks friendly enough.
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bfca52 No.14470
>>14468
"Oh, my darling hero!" Lilian swoons a bit as she admires her darling sweet's heroic posture. "I find your paradoxical rejection of your chosen fate and dedication to saving people sooooo romantic." She bites her lip a bit and plasters one of his face-posters across the front of his shirt.
"For good luck," she says, kissing him on the cheek.
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bfca52 No.14472
>>14469
[Jenni]
Jenni retracts the arm she had been fidgeting with while continuing to press and pull on it. The movement is subtle.
Eventually she turns to the man. She gets very close to his face and stares into him. She doesn't blink. Her voice is grave and vicious.
"We'll see if I can beat the curve. It wouldn't be the first time." A muscle above Jenni's eye twitches and she speaks with her teeth. "You, however, might end up in recyc. And not from the angels."
Jenni leans back and tightens her lips and scowls. She is now pulling on her shirt a little.
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bfca52 No.14475
>>14470
Kojo stands flustered for a moment before realizing the shirt that has just been plastered is one of his favorites. He sinks further into the lunge to the point he is practically laying his full back leg along the floor. "So what have you been up to as of late? I haven't had the chance to ask."
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bfca52 No.14476
>>14472
"You'll see that we're treated like shit soon enough, kid."
He stands, straightening his uniform. "We're not going to sit and be pets forever. Better know what side you're on before then."
[Event over]
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bfca52 No.14478
>>14475
"Oh, after the John Green Appreciation Club fell through I found a magical engineering club. It's super cool! I even made more friends! What about you, my love?" She gives him a little hug where he lunges in his heroic pose.
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bfca52 No.14479
>>14478
Kojo continues to hold the pose before just laying on the floor, plastering posters there. "Oh fun! I wonder if I know anyone in there. I made it into the Basketball 'Club'. Not entirely sure whether we're a team or enthusiasts or what, but I got it. Because of that I'm modifying my arm cannon to fire basketballs, but I'm not done yet."
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bfca52 No.14480
>>13902
Name:Cthaqutha
Gender: Unknown possibly male? Who the fuck knows it's a fucking crime against nature.
Race:Eldritch Abomination
Age:Unknown and unable to be determined.
Fluff:Upon seeing this for the first time one might wonder what the fuck is this thing doing here kill it with fire oh jesus fuck my eyes,but that's not important what is important is it shouldn't exist and has quite a bit of sadistic tendencies, not to mention it's general disregard for most forms of life. I'd just stay as far away from this thing as possible.
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster,but only because this is the closest I can get to getting away with this.
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements: He is able to dive into the ground as a puddle and sink into the ground to avoid attacks and render himself invisible to enemy detection until he is struck. His gooey body encompasses a horde of poisonous insects that swarm around his opponents. His body also contains a bundle of bones which he can shapeshift for a variety of melee attacks or shape it into a cannon that can fire a concentrated beam of dark energy.
Reputation:Probably in the negatives just because it's a fucking eldritch abomination
Equipment & Things: Equipment? PFHT as if an eldritch abomination needs anything apart from a daily sacrifice of virgins…which should be plentiful here.
Bonuses/Eccentricities:Can't really talk, uses a mixture of insane laughter,gibberish and tortured screaming.
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bfca52 No.14481
>>14480
INB4 HUMAN ONLY I FORGOT TO MENTION HE'S A COMPLETELY NORMAL HUMAN WHEN NOT FIGHTING/OR SOME BORING CLICHE LIKE THAT.
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bfca52 No.14482
>>14480
Upon further discussion revising to keep it an eldritch abomination however, it appears as a completely normal teenager around the age of 17.
Generic pic related.
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bfca52 No.14483
>>14285
[Gwen]
You arrive at the school pool after dark, finding it empty. After five minutes, you have a seat. After fifteen, you start to wonder. Have you been stood up? Or could it really be an ambush…
"Thish facility has been closed for the night, Missh Masters." A… Japanese? woman is behind you, leaning against the wall. She's dressed in what looks like an odd mixture of military fatigues and some odd oriental armor mixed with a kevlar vest covering her torso. The material covering her left arm and right leg is shredded and covered in blood, but her flesh doesn't seem to be marred.
A rather large bottle is in her hand, while the other holds two metal cups. "The Shhirley asked me to come make sure you didn't drink that bottle, there has been a shhlight delay in your little welcome."
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bfca52 No.14484
>>14483
Gwen looked at the woman's blood covered limbs with a raised eyebrows, "Really? Why do I get the feeling that the delay is indefinite?"
She tensed slightly ready to call her weapon into being just in case she was attacked by this woman, she really didn't trust obviously drunken people covered in blood that seemed to have come from something else.
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bfca52 No.14485
>>14484
"You can visit them tomorrow in the medical ward. They shhould be out of intenshive care by then."
The woman pours what smells like moonshine into the cups before offering them toward you.
"Shave the good shtuff for shomething worth toashting." You recognize a fake smile, even when someone is avoiding the shitty lighting around the pool. "Or are you going to make me drink alone?"
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bfca52 No.14486
>>14479
Moko shuffles slowly through the hallway, dragging herself along. She would have accepted falling face first onto the floor, and then taking a nap, but she realized two problems with that plan:
1) Theres a better chance of getting stepped on, and thus, forced to move. A big no no while napping.
2) The ground is not a good place to nap. It is not comfy. Meaning, more work to make it comfy.
Thus, it was necessary to move onwards, towards the soft mats in the martial arts club. Half way there, she barely noted the posters on the wall, all displaying the same face. Pausing for a mere moment, mostly to get her breath back, she looks over one. Hm. It doesn't even have any writing on it. Its just a picture. Sounds like something I would do. Well, actually, taking a photo is way too much effort. She leans over and proceeds to pick up a poster on the ground, looking over it at her own, very very slow and slothenpace.
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bfca52 No.14487
>>14486
Kojo looks up at the newly entered student from the floor. He didn't know them, but they were.. MAKING OFF WITH HIS POSTER! "What are you… THIEF! MAKING OFF MY POSTER I SEE!" Kojo leaps to his feat. "And what is YOUR name, THIEF!?" Kojo looks down to ensure the posters he had are still stacked in a neat pile on the floor where he was laying.
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bfca52 No.14488
>>14485
-~Well pretty sure it's not poisoned and that she's been heavily drinking it~- what was your first clue? the drunken slurs or her breath. -~Well are you going to accept her offer~- Fuck it, I never liked most of the magical girls I met anyways.
Gwen reaches for the drink and tosses it back. She coughs a bit, having never really had anything quite that strong, before holding out the cup saying, "Fuck it, keep it coming, might as well finish off the bottle."
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bfca52 No.14489
>>14487
Moko breaths heavily out of her mouth, before looking up at the strange boy before her. She slowly and leisurely scratches her head, before looking at the poster once more. There was something similar between the two, the boy talking to her and the one on the poster…Eh. She'd figure it out later. However, she could not bare to bring herself to put the poster down. Not from any sort of attachment. She just didn't have the energy to not only bend over and actually place it back on to the pile. She sighed to herself. Oh right. Talking. I keep forgetting that. Need to write it down somewhere. Later. Maybe.
"Uh." She said, looking absent minded and rather detached. She brushes off the dust that had settled on her coat from her lack of movement, unfortunately ignoring the numerous wrinkles however. "My..Name is Moko…?"
She looks down at the posters on the floor, than back to the boy. Those might be his, I guess? She tries to eek out a smile, but all she can manage is a sort of creepyish grin.
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bfca52 No.14490
>>14488
"You need to pace yourself, Missh Mastersh. Only one of us will be shober in an hour." She downs her cup before pouring another round. "And I can't bring another shtudent into the infirmary with alcohol poishoning. Shhirley'sh tried to match me a few too many timesh."
Knocking back another, she motions to a nearby table and chairs.
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bfca52 No.14491
>>14490
-~Yeah, maybe if you didn't have a soul-sucking parasite that also likes to get drunk~-
Sits at the table and says, "Maybe, but until we reach that point I don't really feel like dealing with this bullshit, I didn't even want to come here. Guess you can't really retire from our life huh?"
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bfca52 No.14494
>>14489
Kojo closes his eyes and nods. "I see, Moko… With that grin of yours… I can tell your malicious intent, clear as day! I'm right, aren't I!? You're trying to stop me from putting up my posters!" Kojo looks forward at Moko, letting a laugh. "So what is it you plan to do to stop me?"
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bfca52 No.14496
>>14494
I…What? Malicious intent…That sounds like way too much work for me to do. Even just having a intent…Thats a lot of work. But a malicious one? Not me. But still..If he THINKS I am doing this, then that is what the wants to think right? And if I try to explain my self…He'll force me to talk and explain myself even more. Which means more effort on my account. Hmm
Maybe..If I play along, he'll just take the full load of this conversation, and I can just sit back and let it play out, right? He seems like the kinda guy that will go all day in and out about himself…If it goes that way, maybe he'll just burn himself out.
"Uh.." Moko looks at the paper, than back to Kojo, than back to the paper. "Yep. Your right. Heh." A awkward moment takes the room on a cruise. "I Was uh…Gonna…Hold your papers…Away from…" Moko ponders for a moment, then realizes her slight mistake. "Who..Ever you are….Right…"
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bfca52 No.14497
>>14491
The woman stares at you for a while before pouring herself another drink and topping off your cup.
"I guessh that dependsh. Could you watch it all burn and do nothing? Or would you fight to buy another week, another day?" She smiles after knocking back yet another drink.
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bfca52 No.14499
>>14497
"Well I guess that's answered by me being here isn't it?" Gwen asked as she raised her glass, "To us, the poor fucks that didn't realize what we were getting into and wish we could tell them all to shove it, but are too much of a big damn hero to do so." Then she tossed her drink back and near slammed her cup down.
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bfca52 No.14500
>>14496
Kojo was taken aback. Whoever he was… How could she not recognize the face of KOJO, HERO OF LEGEND, THE CHOSEN ONE? Clearly part of her dastardly plan was to disrupt his train of thought. "I, and I assume you actually already know, am Kojo Monomolonotoroko, the chosen one." He strikes his heroic pose. "And I knew it! You WERE trying to take my flyers! You must be my…" Kojo paused for a moment, realizing the occasion. "YOU MUST HAVE COME HERE PLANNING TO BE MY RIVAL! THAT'S THE ONLY REASON YOU WOULD'VE SHOWN UP HERE, ISN'T IT!? I WON'T LET YOU STOP ME THAT EASILY! Secret attack: FLYER BARRAGE!" Kojo took a handful of fliers, throwing them in the direction of Moko. "LET'S SEE YOU GET PAST THIS!"
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bfca52 No.14505
>>14500
Moko looked over, mouth slightly a gasp in dismay at the numerous flyers coming in her direction, that slowly halted mid throw, and drifted to the ground lazily. Man. If only I could be like that paper. Just floating along, doin what ever. Taking a brief break from her already brief day dream, Moko looked back to Kojo. What was he saying? That I already knew him? Uh. Right. Sure. Makes my life easier.
"Oh. You got me. I am your…Uh…Rival? Thats me I guess. Of course.." She looked slightly awkward, her eyes already drooping, her posture terrible. She looks across the floor, looking over the flyers now scattered across the floor. Being a Rival sounds like a lot of work. Although, from the look of things, I think I might just be able to manage it, I guess. Not like I can back out of it now? Or, I could. But that'd take too much dedication on my behalf.
Looking back up to Kojo, she replied with a long yawn, from which she boldly transitioned into a actual sentence. "AAAAAAAAhh right. So. Uh. Those papers? I thought you didn't like them being scattered over the floor? Also, being your rival? Thats not gonna take a lotta work on my side, right?"
In general, she seems to emit a aura of serious slothen behavior and depression.
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bfca52 No.14507
>>14499
"To you Magical Girls. We knew exactly what we were getting into in Japan."
She pours another round before finishing off the bottle directly.
"You can play the bitter magical girl routine all you want, Miss Masters. I've fought beside more of your kind than anyone at this school, and I've seen too many of them die before they've come to terms with the person they really are. I'd honestly like you to avoid becoming one of the latter."
She stands, looking at her shredded sleeve. "Volt." Her clothing is covered in a hexagonal pattern before it flakes away, more hexagons appearing from her back and forming an officer's uniform.
"I'd appreciate if you kept the fact that I can't get drunk to yourself, Miss Masters. But if you should ever feel that you need a drink, please stop by my office."
She pauses. "And do try not to be too cynical to Shirley."
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bfca52 No.14511
>>14505
"You lazy excuse for a student!" Lilian shouts at Moko. "You have the opportunity to be Kojo's rival and you don't even have the energy to be excited about it? You can't even be upset at the enormous wait and doom-to-failure that's just been set upon you!" Lilian stomps her feet, taps Kojo on the shoulder, and indicates further down the hallway with a jerk of her head.
"This kid isn't worthy of your time, Kojo. Lets go find you a new rival," she sneers over at Kojo, "one with some tact and professionalism about her."
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bfca52 No.14512
>>14507
-~Well, didn't see that coming~- Yeah, government sanctioned drunkenness, neat. -~She finished off the bottle when we weren't looking didn't she?~- Oh yeah. -~Curses, foiled again!~-
Gwen shrugged as she stood and went to bed.
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bfca52 No.14514
>>14505
>>14511
Kojo's face contorts for a moment. What was this villainous villain thinking? Acting like she had no interest in this obvious struggle. She seemed sad even. He looked to Lilian, giving her a stern frown. "We shouldn't talk down to others like that you know! She wants to be my rival, but she's clearly having trouble with it. She NEEDS a source of inspiration!" He looked back at Moko. "I hate to say it, but I don't think you're ready to be my rival yet, so instead, I'll help you find inspiration instead! And who better to inspire you than your future rival!? From this day forth, YOU CAN BE MY NUMBER ONE FAN! I'll help you find some inspiration through leading by example!" Kojo gave her a wink and a wide grin. "You can keep the flyer by the way! You can hang it on your wall, as an ever present source of my inspiring you!" He then crouched down to begin organizing the flyers. She WAS right about him not liking the flyers all over the floor, though he had previous plastered several to floors around the school.
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bfca52 No.14530
>>14514
"That's my Kojo," Lilian sighs, bending to help pick up the flyers strewn across the floor. "Ever the magnanimous hero. Maybe number one fan Moko can learn dedication from your fine example, Chosen-but-rejecting-the-title-but-being-a-hero-and-saving-everyone One."
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bfca52 No.14533
>>14511
>>14514
Ah. Right. A fan? Thats sounds easy enough to be, or at least, easier tha. Looks like my venture netted something in return after all.
"Uh.. Right. That sounds fair enough to me.. Uh.. Thanks."
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bfca52 No.14562
>>14514
[Kojo]
>Add: [Moko M. - #1 Fan]
[Lilian]
>Add: [Moko M. - Potential Rival?]
[Moko]
>Add: [Koko M. - Hyper Guy] [Lilian L - Crazy Girl?]
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bfca52 No.14571
>>14271
It doesn't seem like this little 'occult club' is into anything more than weegie boards and the odd attempt to summon Bloody Mary in the bathroom.
Ditching this group of fools, you set out the next day to try and locate some friends and maybe a new club. You didn't see >>14346 coming, however.
In no time at all, the bandanna-wearing man has you signed up for the Martial Arts Club and is introducing you to a number of people in the club before turning his attention to further recruitment. He's even introduced you to two girls. RIGHTEOUS!
>Add: [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
>>14346
Wading into the growing argument, you place a hand on the overwhelmed student's head and give him a MOTIVATIONAL TALK. SHOUTING THE WHOLE TIME TO THOSE ASSEMBLED.
The talk lasts only a mere five minutes, but the recruitment drive you've started will last the remainder of Orientation! The young woman from the auditorium seems to have taken an interest in you, and you end up chatting quite often as she sits with the Club President.
>Change Reputation to: Motivational Big Brother
>Add: [Viktor S. - Acquaintance] [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Azzy W. - Acquaintance] [Haim Hirsh, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Amanda Greyhail, 3rd Year, SC - Friend] [Moko M. - Lazy Acquaintance]
>>14344
You offer to play Jenni in a friendly game of 50k. You get your ass kicked due to falling asleep several times, but you don't think she minds. Or maybe she does. She keeps doing that fidgeting thing and you're not sure if you should… say something?
Unfortunately for you, THE HULKSTER does notice! Before you know it, you're reciting three 'demandments' (Pray, Train, VITAMINS), enjoying a few gummy vitamins, and have learned that rebounding off the ropes is actually a lot of fun. Training with Hulk is almost infectiously energetic, even for you.
Once Hulk gives you an approving fist bump and says you've done enough training for the day, you promptly nap on one of the mats in the corner for the rest of the day. Strangely enough, you still wake up in your room the following morning, with a note from a Miss Greyhail.
"Please try to make it back to your room at night, Miss Maku. Not all of your fellow students are as altruistic as Mr. Haruku."
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bfca52 No.14583
>>14344
[Missed your additions]
>Add: [Hulk H. - Motivational Friend]
> +1 EGO
> Add Bonus:
Demandments - Your time with Hulk Haruku has been quite beneficial. You gain a minor bonus to training, so long as you have a partner. If your partner is Hulk Haruku, you gain a larger bonus due to his infectious energy.
>>14273
The Upperclassmen in the Magical Engineering Club are unfortunately a bit swamped. Honestly, you'd think they would have a better management skils!
This does mean that you have plenty of time to get to know Huang and Josephine. It seems you've managed to befriend two of only three or four Class 1 students from your year in the club. Huang's father works at one of the military R&D labs for CAD devices, while Josephine's parents are both members of one of the lower European Magic Councils. Interesting.
>+1 EGO
>>14276
It takes a while to build up the courage to talk to one of the cute girls, but eventually you manage to strike up a conversation with a girl you think is from Finland or maybe Norway. You kind of wish you'd listened to your father a bit more when it came to finding a girlfriend earlier in life. Maybe this wouldn't be so difficult, then?
Lisbet seems to actually enjoy the conversation, despite a few awkward transitions when you get worried she isn't interested in the conversation.
When you ask if anyone would like to get lunch, Lisbet seems to cause more than a few others to join you. Nearly a dozen people head to the mess with you, and they all stop dead in their tracks when a 2nd Year steps in front of you and jabs an elbow into your gut.
"Lisbet, why are you walking with a First Year? And a Class 2 weed at that? I can't help but feel that you're putting off my offer of a date, you know?"
Recovering from the blow to your gut, you notice that a few of the people from Engineering Club have moved their hands toward their CADs. Are they thinking of starting a fight?
>Add: [Lisbet Silje, 2nd Year - ???]
> - 1 EGO
>FREE ACTION
You may roll a 3rd die if you wish to react to this stranger. Or you could just sit there and take it.
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bfca52 No.14593
>>14384
Your attempts to modify your Laser Cannon result in a number of basketballs being destroyed.
It costs you 40 credits, but you manage to post pictures of your face all around the school grounds. And a lot on the ground, as well. Well, you wanted everyone to know your face.
>Reputation: I Know That Guy
>Add Eccentricity:
Easily Recognized - Everyone at school knows your face. This could be good or bad.
>>14333
Miss Yamato rides in a jeep while you put the training mecha through more difficult maneuvers than the previous day. She spends most of her time focused upon her computer, attempting to isolate a growing number of glitches that are forcing your piloting skills to the limit.
When you finally complete the tests, you find your comrade Viktor! It seems he arrived a day late, and the first thing he did was seek you out.
Unfortunately, you must file your report on the suit with Miss Yamato before engaging in comradery. When the arm of your suit makes a strange hissing sound, you grab the startled engineer by the collar of her blouse and throw her out of the way before moving yourself. The arm of the mecha lurches into motion, metal screaming as the maintenance scaffolding buckles and falls where you both were standing.
Miss Yamato is not pleased that you've torn the buttons from her top, but does thank you for your quick thinking.
>>14373
You are left alone while your friend Konstantin delivers his report to the small mecha's engineer, and it couldn't hurt if you looked in the cockpit, right?
When your hand accidentally trips a switch, you quickly flip it back, but too late. The Mech's arm does SOMETHING COMPLETELY NOT YOUR FAULT and moves, or something. You didn't pay much attention, you needed to get away from the cockpit.
Thankfully, Konstantin seems to have ensured both he and the engineer are unharmed. She'll even get to replace her unfashionable blouse with a much better, fascist-designed one!
Parting ways with Konstantin with plans to meet up later, you seek out some sort of club to train your Kraut Jutsu skills.
It isn't long before you locate a loud, large man calling himself 'Hulk Haruku' and flooding the area with filthy democratic propaganda. You allow him to recruit you into the Martial Arts Club, but secretly you know there is only one path for the two of you to walk.
>Joined Martial Arts Club
>Add: [Hulk H. - Ideological Rival]
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bfca52 No.14634
| Rolled 24, 67 = 91 (2d100) |
▶Regalia!UWrBJSkUVk 11/15/15 (Sun) 15:12:41 No.14384>>14593
Dice roll Rolled 39, 100 = 139 (2d100)
Name: Kojo Monomolonotoroko
Gender: Boy
Race: Cyborg
Age: 17
Fluff: Kojo is (not) the chosen one, foretold by prophecy. From a young age, he knew he had the gifts necessary to save the world when he had a dream of burning hot fires. The fires was burning down buildings and he was the only won that could save everyone from the scary fire. Ever cents then he has known that he was the only won that could win the save the world. He uses powerful robot parts to stomp out the bad guys so that all his friends can be safe and happy. He knows that if evil shows up, he'll stop it. Kujo will try his harderst to not be the chosen wone though. He wants to be stron but he only wants to fight for his friends, so he doesn't always do the right thing. His favorite band is smashmouth and his favrite anime is attack on titan. :D
Archetype: Techno-Enhanced
—–
Status: [Health: 10(15)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Cyborg Body] [Player's Choice Melee Weapon/Laser Cannon combi arm]
Reputation: I know that guy!
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tool Kit]
Relationships: [Lilian L. - Dating][Basketball Club][Moko M. - #1 Fan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Its Just The Way That You Are - You are the few, the proud, the antibody; mind, soul and zen. Take your knocks, shake em off, duck everybody. You're gonna take them again. You gain a minor bonus to combat.
Push Rewind, Just In Time - And when it comes it moves so slow, kind of like its saying 'I told you so'. Not being the chosen one, you make use of your cyborg enhancements to take hits that would otherwise be fatal to nearby allies. After all, you're expendable, right?
Easily Recognized - Everyone at school knows your face. This could be good or bad.
—–
1. Finally! I'm popular! I mean, I was never not popular. EVERYONE recognizes me. Maybe I'm… Too popular? No, that can never be. I need a way to escape from this life. I'll be… A super hero! Name… Name… I'll be, CHOSEN ONE MAN! I need to make a costume though! Let's get to work on that costume. This must be a secret though. No one will know!
2. Let's make some upgrades. A renowned hero needs some powerful tools. I wonder if I could attach some rockets to my legs… LETS DO IT! FLIGHT MODE ENGAGE!
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bfca52 No.14669
| Rolled 64, 5 = 69 (2d100) |
>>14308
>>14593
Did I get missed?
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bfca52 No.14682
>>14669
he's not even close to being done, he does this all the time, does the easier ones first and then the rest
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bfca52 No.14688
>>14250
Try as Lucy might, she can't seem to find that little rainbow haired magical boy.
There seem to be a number of other students, however. Maybe one of them would be more fun?
>>14634
>Early Poster
-20 to both rolls this turn.
>>14669
Work delay on the update. SOON.
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bfca52 No.14714
>>14267
The gym is currently closed. It seems that the three days of orientation are one of the few days that the facility has to make repairs and perform the more lengthy maintenance and inspection processes on key equipment.
The Cooking Club girls aren't keen on seeing you sulk, however. They try to cheer you up by daring you to lift them in twos and threes, and a few of them even introduce you to some of their guy friends.
>Add: [Amanda North, 2nd Year - Friend] [Aysel Tahire, 2nd Year - Friend] [Elisabetta Palmira, 3rd Year - Friend] [Ivano Pietro, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Mitchel Baker, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
>>14285
Aside from the strange meeting at night, your day is fairly uneventful. Though there is no Archery Club, archery does fall under the umbrella of the Sport Shooting Club. The President admits that few people seem to actually enjoy shooting in their free time.
>Add [Jack 'Oakley' Anderson, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
>You may join the Sport Shooting Club as a free action
>>14308
There aren't exactly any African Artifacts vendors around the school, but you do manage to catch the upper classman that carried the shrunken head. Turns out he is from the growing Greater New Rhodesia, and you quickly find you have a friend!
Your friend then proceeds to show that you may think a little highly of yourself. You barely manage to win two matches to his four. Is this the power of his martial art? Or perhaps the power of a 4th Year student?
At the end of the day, he offers to show you a place that sells things from your home Continent and even serves some authentic food. You'll need to secure a weekend leave pass once the faculty begins to issue them, though. Wasswa says it may be three months before 1st Years can obtain them.
>Add [Wasswa 'Rhodie' Amadi, 4th Year - Friend]
>>14330
Aside from a rather strange visitor, Jenni manages to enjoy her little daydreaming session.
It seems that the motorpool is off limits during Orientation, however. Or is it just off limits to you?
> +1 EGO & EDGE
>>14366
Kennet is more than happy to have you shadow him for the day. He mostly seems to help handle the club's chaotic happenings, but you are introduced to a few others.
When Kennet suggests you both join a small group heading to lunch, things quickly go sour. It seems someone doesn't approve of Miss Silje joining… what was his name? Steven? Steinmar?
Regardless, it seems that your potential mentor and several others disagree with the 2nd Year that struck your Club Member and is now harassing Lisbet. A few glances are being shared, and hands are moving toward CADs. You estimate maybe five of your fellows and Kennet are willing to fight. The other side may be out-numbered slightly, especially if you join in.
>Add [Gabriel Kazmer, 2nd Year - Acquaintance] [Lisbet Silje, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
>FREE ACTION
You may roll a 3rd die if you wish to calm or join in the potential fight. Or you can stay out of it. It isn't -your- fight, is it?
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bfca52 No.14774
>>14320
Both class presidents are happy to hear that you'll be released the next day, and both are waiting for you the next morning. They both seem to be quite nice people, and they both are fascinated by your hair.
When you transform to show off a bit, you find both of them blushing profusely. A few minor magical tricks shouldn't hurt, right?
Next thing you know, you're on the ground and your nose is bent drastically to the left. Your attacker mounts you to rain more and more blows, and the yelling of Miss Oanaz and Miss Chantal doesn't seem to be stopping the assault.
Mephit deals the attacker a blow, sending him rolling across the grass long enough for you to get to your knees and use both hands for an over-head bolt of light. The bastard takes it straight to the chest, throwing him into a club's tent.
It feels -good-.
Two blows strike your lower back, stunning you before an arm wraps around your throat and you feel everything start to get dark. You try to call out for Mephit, but the hold on your neck is too strong. You pass out.
You wake up in the medical ward, this time with your wrists handcuffed to the bed. President Chantal is sitting nearby.
>-2 HP, EGO & EDGE
>Mephit has been damaged. You'll need to repair his arm.
>-2 Soul Gem
>Add: [Anna Oanaz, 2nd Year - Friend] [Christiane Chantal, 3rd Year - Friend]
>Reputation: Explosive
You are restricted to quarters. You only have 1 action next turn, and must ask others to handle any interaction outside your quarters.
>>14272
You spend quite a bit of time with Lise, filling out the proper forms to escape the Home Economics Club, talking about various clubs you might be interested in, and of course the obligatory lunch you buy her as a thank you. She seems to be having quite a good time, actually. She gives you directions to a few of the clubs you had an interest in, but says she has some business to attend to.
When you notice a spell modify your vision, something snaps. You spot the culprit easily enough. Some stupidly child-like outfit, rainbow colored hair, showing off a few more spells to a pair of girls. Damn him! Whatever spell he hit you with, it is causing his faggot hair to sparkle even more than a moment ago.
It only takes a few seconds for you to walk up and sucker punch him from the side, and a few more to pin him down and use both of your fists as he struggles to free his arms and defend himself. This close quarters fighting stuff isn't so bad.
You only saw the giant fucking skunk after it threw you nearly two meters with a sweeping blow of it's arm. Before you can get back onto your feet, you see the bastard illusionist swing something like a sledge hammer. You pass out somewhere between the impact to your chest and whatever you were thrown into.
You wake up in the Intensive Care Unit, your left leg in a sling and most of your arms and torso wrapped in bandages. Lise Karin is asleep on the other bed in the room, and your right arm is handcuffed to your own bed.
>upgrade [Lise Karin] from Acquaintance to ???
>Your leg is broken. You are confined to a bed in the medical ward.
>You are under guard by the disciplinary committee.
>You have 1 action next turn.
>-6 HP, -2 EDGE
>SCHOOL RUMORS
Rumors spread across the Academy that a 1st year was nearly killed in a fight. A petition is being circulated to have the one responsible expelled, but the Student Council is calling for the student body to respect the investigation underway.
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bfca52 No.14780
>>14302
>Revise Archetype to 'Techno Magician'
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Sonic Slap Spell] [Sonic Shield Spell]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Visor]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Daft Punk - You gain a minor bonus to all magic involving SOUND.
Hard Counter - You are WEAK to JAZZ.
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bfca52 No.14781
Final Day of Orientation!
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bfca52 No.14786
| Rolled 50, 49 = 99 (2d100) |
>>14781
Name: Hogan Haruku
Gender: MALE
Race: Genetically Altered Human
Age: Physically 43, Chronologically 17
Fluff: In the darkest hours of the Jazz Crisis, when Japan was under siege, a small cadre of scientists was assigned to create a hero. Using DNA gathered from a recent wrestling exposition and the ancient chi of a dying monk, they managed to create an artificial being with a burning passion for WRESTLING and an unrivaled thirst for RIGHTEOUSNESS. Named Hogan Haruku, after his DNA donor, this young man in a forty three year old man's body was jettisoned to Europe in a stasis capsule in those last precious moments before Japan fell. Now, seventeen years later, Hogan, sporting his handlebar mustache and his enthusiastic love of AMERICA, is ready to throw down in the ring, using his inner chi with precisely honed wrestling moves to devastating effect.
HULKAMANIA'S GONNA RUN WIIIIILD ON YOU, MONSTER BO-ROTHER.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Atomic Leg Drop Style] [Wrestling]
Reputation: Motivational Big Brother
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Hulkmania Bandana]
Friends: [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, Third Year], [Viktor S. - Acquaintance], [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Azzy W. - Acquaintance], [Haim Hirsh, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Amanda Greyhail, 3rd Year, SC - Friend], [Moko M. - Lazy Acquaintance]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Hulkmania - Oh brother! You're a magnetic personality to your friends and the end of foes that fancy themselves an iron sheik. You gain a minor bonus to befriending or fighting almost anything approximately your size.
Reversal! - Those that practice the Atomic Leg Drop Style understand that a fight can always turn even as your victory seems assured. You, or your foes, may steal combat advantage by rolling an exact double on combat dice.
1. "Been a rigorous two days, BROTHER, filled with new PEOPLE and new EXPERIENCES, brother, but you know one thing I've been missing, BROTHER, and that's a little bit of creative EXERCISE."
Stop by the Cooking Club and see if it'd be COPACETIC with them if, every so often, HOGAN could stop by and make pasta.
2. "That FARMER kid sure must've gotten BEAT, brother. I oughtta go bring him some of these VITAMINS."
Check in on >>14272 William Farmer at the hospital. Give him VITAMINS.
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bfca52 No.14787
| Rolled 57 (1d100) |
>>14774
Slowly waking up, Uriel mutters, "ow. Everything hurts…" Ignoring everything else, Uriel looks at Mephit, giving a shuddering gasp, "Mephit.. you're hurt.. I can fix this… I think."
Finally, he notices Chantal sitting nearby. "Oh. What happened? Why am I handcuffed, I need to fix Mephit."
Action, eventually: Repair Mephit. Poor skunk…
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bfca52 No.14790
| Rolled 18, 12 = 30 (2d100) |
>>14781
"Well, if they won't help I guess I'll fiddle with my CAD until I can make something other than fireworks fly out…"
Action 1:
Experiment with programming new (combat-oriented) spells.
Action 2:
It's been an exciting two days! Hit the gym and blow off some stress with some rhythmic gymnastics.
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bfca52 No.14793
| Rolled 82, 3 = 85 (2d100) |
>>14571
Name: Azrael "Azzy" Wilson
Gender: Only the Faculty knows, and they go to great lengths to only refer to Azzy by name, much to the consternation of Azzy's classmates
Race: Human with issues. Effeminate features, blond hair Green eyes. Wears baggy clothes all the time. 5'10 ish covered in void black markings.
Age: 18
Fluff: Azzy was a typical kid until a witch attacked and killed off most everyone in the town. Twisting and corrupting the others into her servitors or worse. Azzy lived alone for several years, studying Necromancy, likely to talk to former friends and loved ones, as well as for self defense. Azzy takes to necromancy easily, likely due to desperation and training from a young age. There are very few on the proper side of humanity that can match Azzy's prowess.
Azzy has many black tattoos embedded into Azzy's skin. When asked about them Azzy said they were self made, which given the angle of some of them seems impossible. However these tattoos allow Azzy to Borrow the attributes of familiar undead for power boosts and utility over simply raising dead. Azzy typically makes good use of this, as Hordes of undead are rarely subtle or seemly.
Azzy was picked up 2 years ago by UN forces responding to an attack of several witch's familiars on a the town of Brisburge. When they arrived they found several of the creatures drowning under a veritable tide of skeleton, zombies and other low-level undead, while the most powerful one was being ripped apart by Azzy's hands which at that point resembled claws of "wraith" undead. After the fight was over Azzy noticed the soldiers and fled quickly. Apprehension was handled using knockout gas. Once captured Azzy was a guest of the Un for two years, for study and re-acclimatization into society. It si also suspected Azzy was "borrowed" for missions from time to time, but there is no conclusive proof.
Azzy's personality is extremely introverted to the point of nigh crippling shyness. The subject is extremely uncomfortable around living humans, typically displayed but stuttering a lot and hiding deeper into the baggy clothes that have become Azzy's usual attire. Indeed Azzy is much more comfortable around the dead, likely due to time spent and a large measure of control over them. They've become "friends" as the subject puts it. However, if Azzy feels cornered or threatened, lashing out is typical. Given the child's power set such episodes are typically destructive, but have to date, not lethal. In dedicated combat, Azzy usually sports a smirk which steadily grow into a rather off putting smile. One researcher saying it's more at home on the face of a demon or madman than god fearing mortal. The fact no sound passes past that smile and combat proceeds in a deathly silence does not help either. The undead created are never commanded, verbally at least. The just seem to know where and how to go.
Azzy's combat style is unique. The child typically has a few "borrowed" attributes from undead active at any one time. That will be used to harm any opponent in the vicinity. As the casualties of battle climb so does the child's power, for more corpses means more chances for Necromancy to be worked and more weapons to be used. Large scale combats usually end with a swarm of undead crushing the enemy by sheer attrition. However lacking corpses to work, Azzy is still incredibly dangerous with innate power and very skilled in hand to hand combat as well as use in the scythe.
Archetype: Mystic Martial(Necromancer)
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Reanimate Corpse] [Necro-Jutsu]
Reputation: Unknown
Clubs: Martial Arts Club
Credits: 30
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Relationships: [Remmy(Wraith) - Friendly Spirit][Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Borrowed Traits - Azzy can borrow aspects of nearby undead for short periods of time. This often causes some level of harm to Azzy.
Aura Sight - You ALWAYS see any [Aura] possessed by your classmates or NPCs, and are affected by them as written in the Aura entry.
I See Dead People - Though you can turn corpses to physical undead, you are also able to see undead spirits that others can not. Your preference of having these spirits as your friends cripples your ability to interact with the living in a social sense.
1. W-well that went well. M-maybe I should try and g-get to know the other members of the Martial A-arts club better?
2. Find the magic labs, m-maybe talk to the people there too? H-help if they n-need it?
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bfca52 No.14794
| Rolled 45, 44, 55 = 144 (3d100) |
>>14583
He'll take the blow like it's a joke, smirking. "Ah, right. The early bloomer. How's it feel to already be on the downslide to mediocrity? At least being ranked a 'class 2' means I won't burn out nearly as quickly." he'll retort (Free roll to see if I taunt him well enough), reaching for his own CAD, just in case the ass starts something (Second Roll)
3. Hope this standing up to an ass makes me look like a decent guy to the rest of the club. And not too much of an ass to Lisbet.
Name: Mikasi Steiner
Gender: Male
Race: American (German/Native American)
Age: 19
Fluff: Mikasi was one of those kids who grew up talking three languages and playing with gadgets. Never really the popular kid, he played soccer, researched his dad's family line of shaman leaders, and did a lot of programming and gadget building in his spare time. While he never fully picked up the sort of touch of magic his father did, his mother encouraged his technical gifts, which soon allowed him to create what he could only term as 'magical beam weapons', which caught enough attention for him to be recruited to the academy.
A nerd and introvert to a logical point, he is most comfortable with other gearheads, and otherwise keeps to himself. He may own a hunting knife he used to use when hunting with his father, but no one knows where he keeps it on him.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 9(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Summon: Wisp] [Lightning Bolt]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Protective Totems][Wrist CAD]
Credits: 30 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Wind Talker - You're from a long line of shamans, and the magic in your blood is Ancient and enduring. You can see spirits, and if you meditate they may provide you with clues or knowledge. You can also speak a really, really obscure language. Cursing at people could be fun.
Ancient Ritual Magic - Your magic is unique to your blood line, but at the same time it is also filled with a number of things that modern technology could completely ignore. Any spells from your shamanic forefathers will simply take longer to cast than 'modern' magic.
Class 2 Techno-Mage - You're classified as a Class 2 mage. In general, expect to be looked down upon by mages ranked Class 1.
Club: Magical Engineering
Relationships: [Lisbet Silje, 2nd Year - ???]
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bfca52 No.14795
| Rolled 28, 73 = 101 (2d100) |
1. With Orientation almost done it does behooves me to get to know my teachers. See if I can't suss out who is teaching the First Years and introduce myself.
2. That said I need to get better! Knowing I have so far to go before I am as good as my new friend fills me with determination. Ask for Wasswa to train me. Not necessarily in his Martial Arts, but ways he trains to be better at it.
http://pastebin.com/30hMJFMm
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bfca52 No.14798
| Rolled 95 (1d100) |
>>14774
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 4(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - ???]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
Where the fuck did that fag get a sledge hammer?
1. Well, I think I still need to find out what classes I need to go to, and get the needed stuff. When Lise wakes up ask her politely to help me with that. Not like I can walk around right now, for two reasons.
>>14786
"Thanks, although I'm not quite sure what I am allowed to be given at the moment." Will nods to the handcuffs. "Although I have never seen you before. Names Will Farmer." Will reaches out his free hand to shake, wincing in a bit of pain as he does.
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bfca52 No.14800
>>14798
Haruku enthusiastically grasps and shakes the offered hand.
"Hogan Haruku, brother, first year student at the academy, brother. How'd you get bodyslammed into this HOSPITAL bed?"
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bfca52 No.14801
| Rolled 45, 41 = 86 (2d100) |
>>14781
1. Lucy decides to stop wasting her time and goes back to join the goddamn BOXING club.
2. And actually fucking MEET people there.
Because so far all she's met was some (cute) punk ass kid who grabbed her ass and. . .well, yeah.
"Fucker gave me the itch and didn't bother to scratch it."
Besides that it's good to get to know the people you're going to be locked in this academy with for months on end.
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bfca52 No.14802
>>14800
"Because life isn't fair and magic boys can use illusion magic AND hit like a freight truck with a sledge hammer."
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bfca52 No.14803
| Rolled 41, 42 = 83 (2d100) |
>>14781
Name: Latyva Wret
Gender: Girl
Race: Black
Age: 19
Fluff: A black girl lucky enough to be recruited, Latyva watched her whole family die before her eyes before being whisked away to the safety of an academy. In the aftermath of such a horrific event she kept her calm and cool attitude, using it to hide her pain and sorrow as she made sure the facade didnt crack. Her preferred tech involves soundwaves, something she picked up from her love of music, and she wears her old dj headphones turned visor helm at all times
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Sonic Slap Spell] [Sonic Shield Spell]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Visor]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Daft Punk - You gain a minor bonus to all magic involving SOUND.
Hard Counter - You are WEAK to JAZZ.
1. Train sound magics!
2. Well I guess I better find out more about the school. After all im…here for life now. Maybe there are some cool kids to chill with! After putting on her tight shirt she walks down the hall to find some new friends!
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bfca52 No.14804
>>14802
"BROTHER, you can't mope around about how people can make illusions, man, you've gotta get out there and blaze your own path, man, one step at a time."
Hogan death-grips William's hand once for emphasis. "Life's as fair as you make it, brother."
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bfca52 No.14805
| Rolled 77 (1d100) |
>>14366
>>14714
>Name: Phil Gulcom
>Gender: male
>Race: Italian American
>Age: 21
>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
[Spiritual vision]
[Magical Code]
>Reputation: Unknown
>friends
[Kennet Carl, 2nd Year - Friend],
[Bozydar Urban, 1st Year - Acquaintance],
[Billy 'Kid' Thatcher, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
[Gabriel Kazmer, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
[Lisbet Silje, 2nd Year - Acquaintance
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Wrist CAD]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
>Magical Engineer - Your magical skills are up to par, but your true skill lies in the devices that assist Techno-Magicians. You've a noticable bonus to making modifications to the code that assists magicians, and the CAD devices themselves. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the guy to solve true flight magic!
>Lack of Closure - Despite throwing away her photo, your ex's memory still manages to haunt you. You have a minor penalty to interactions with the opposite sex, and a noticeable penalty to any sort of intimate relations.
3.they are second years this is dangerous. But yes if they start a fight with my new friend I will help him. Stand by your friends and all that.
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bfca52 No.14807
>>14804
"I was more complaining about the hitting like a truck with a sledgehammer. That shit hurt." William nods to the broken leg. "Although I don't know why I am getting into fistfights when I'm a sniper."
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bfca52 No.14810
| Rolled 64, 100 = 164 (2d100) |
>>14714
Name: Alexei Klokov
Gender: Male
Race: White/Russian/Übermensch
Age: 19
Fluff: He's a big guy
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
I Must Break You - Big. Muscled. Magical. You are, frankly, a monster in close quarters combat. Even before your magical powers are factored in, you gain a bonus to numerous types of physical tasks and combat.
From Russia, With Oblivious - You're a tall, handsome son of a bitch. Unfortunately, a life of interacting only with coaches and the odd opponent in competition means that you're extremely bad at normal social interactions. Unfortunately for the girls, your head is denser than your muscles.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
Club: Cooking Club
Relationships: [Amanda North, 2nd Year - Friend] [Aysel Tahire, 2nd Year - Friend] [Elisabetta Palmira, 3rd Year - Friend] [Ivano Pietro, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Mitchel Baker, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
"The girls in cooking are nice. Even if they are too light. Very touchy, I wonder if they are wondering about pressure points? Rey smart of them, you should always train against a wide range of body types." Alexei muses as he eats second breakfast. The oats are much more fine than what he's used to, shaped like small discs instead of cylinders. Must be some different breed made for growing in this climate.
After finishing his meal, Alexei walks back to his room. With so much free time, the days seem to drag on. Hopefully class will take some of boredom away. Human anatomy was a major part of his education in Russia, learning through dissections and holograms just how each muscle and bone connected to one another. Perhaps they have such classes here in the same vein?(search for a course directory and see what classes are offered)
Feeling his muscles already begin to atrophy from disuse, Alexei sets to work building a workout based on body weight exercises and lifting an assortment of objects around the Academy. Perhaps his friends might want to join him? Who knows, there might even be other first year students who share his background in fitness?
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bfca52 No.14820
| Rolled 8, 9, 95 = 112 (3d100) |
http://pastebin.com/FFyM3x9Z
Name: Jenni Calicott [Nome de guerre: “Harvester”]
Gender: Female
Race: American [White]
Age: 18
Fluff: Jenni fought in the ill-fated Cascadian secessionist movement of 2036-2039 and is quite keen to recount her experiences when pressed. According to her, after some lionization of the movement from her older sister Pheobe, she joined the movement at mere 13 years old with some strategic lies and omissions. Soon after, Jenni found herself in hard combat against state paramilitaries and national guard. After being captured and escaping repeatedly, Jenni developed a reputation as both a terrorist and hardened rebel. As the fighting continued and the weight of the federal government moved to recapture Seattle and Portland, increasingly brutal methods were adopted by the movement: Jenni personally ordered the deaths of prisoners, collaborators, and other traitors as befitting the failing insurrection. By that point several years had passed and Jenni had developed something of a reputation not only as a criminal and terrorist, but, also, as a vicious killer. After the defeat, Jenni's superior skills helped her flee to Canada where she was approached by an odd recruiter.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 11(15)]
Skills: [Small Arms] [Guerilla Warfare]
Reputation: War Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Anklet]
Clubs: Strategy Club
Relationships: [Jeannot Christophe, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Moko M. - Friend]
Gain Eccentricity:
If The Uniform Don't Fit, You Must Fidget - Something just doesn't seem RIGHT about how your uniform fits your body, especially when you're trying to interact with your peers. Your constant efforts to adjust defects that aren't there can sometimes help or hinder your interactions, depending upon the target.
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Forged in War - You've seen friend and foe alike killed by everything from knives to precision air strikes. Corpses and gore don't bother you, nor does the idea that your death may be an instant away. Combat almost seems natural, and you gain a minor bonus to all combat rolls.
Murderous Aura - The blood of your victims hasn't quite washed away from your spirit. You cause [FEAR] to any humans capable of viewing auras.
They Weren't Even Human - Jenni still believes that her victims weren't human, having ceded all of their rights and freedoms. That doesn't stop the nightmares and flashbacks, however. Every 3 turns, roll 1d100 to see how this effects her.
–
Actions [boxing club, make friends, Jenni's condition - special roll]
–
1. Jenni heads down to try to find a boxing club. She's feeling pretty angry and she used to be pretty good at, and had a heavy bag at the encampment during the insurrection. [go to boxing club]
2. While at boxing club, Jenni hopes she can meet some people that aren't awful. Granted, she still pretty pissed off about that guy, but maybe she will meet some people who aren't actually put off by her. Like: >>14801 [make friends at boxing club]
3. [Jenni's Condition] Jenni has been trying to deal with her…internal monologue about what she's done recently. Her inner critic is sometimes pretty severe, and she zones out sometimes for long periods. Last night was pretty restless…
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bfca52 No.14824
| Rolled 44, 52 = 96 (2d100) |
>>14781
Name: Moko Gūtara Maku (There. Done, right?)
Gender: Female (Eh, more? Fine I guess)
Race: Human(Maybe? I'll fill it out later)
Age: 18
Fluff:
"Do I really Have to? No? Uh, Okay than. Uh, here it is."
http://pastebin.com/7ScYJapM
Archetype:
Techno-Enhanced - The broadest category, covering an almost endless combination of technology and the odd touch of magic. Almost universally specialized in melee and with healing abilities that can often grow to enable, in the words of a respected scholar, "holy shit how did you survive losing that many limbs?". Some techno-enhanced are known to be able to use abilities similar to the foes we fight, creating weapons from nothing and demonstrating near-magical abilities. Others are purely human works of technology bordering upon horrors or crimes against humanity.
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 11] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements: [??? Weapon: Chains] [???]
Relationships: [Koko M. - Hyper Guy][Lilian L - Crazy Girl?] [Jenni C. - Flirty? Friend][Hulk H. - Motivational Friend]
Reputation: Who?
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Credits: 30 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
??? - You have no idea what you are, or where your powers come from.
Lazy - You're lazy, in a school that doesn't exactly smile at such a thing. If you don't shape up, they might kick you out.
Demandments - Your time with Hulk Haruku has been quite beneficial. You gain a minor bonus to training, so long as you have a partner. If your partner is Hulk Haruku, you gain a larger bonus due to his infectious energy.
Battle of the Beams - Sometimes you're more lost than a German bomber landing at a British airfield in England in early 1941. Your ability to read body language often leads to really, really strange thoughts and a fear of commitment!
1) Uh. Right. Second day. Awfully nice of who ever it was that put me back in my bed. Especially since they didn't even wake me up while they did. Huh. Whatever, I'll thank them later. I'm gonna go get breakfast. Maybe I'll find Jenni there? And maybe we can…Do some sort of activity? Never had friends before…Wait..Where is she?Uh… Dangit. I am not very good at finding friends. Oh wait. Theres that guy in the nurses office. Since he can't run away, due to his broken legs, maybe we can hang out for a bit? Or if not, I can just pretend that I am sick or something and take a nap on one of the beds, right?
[Head to the infirmary to talk to the hurt guy]
2) Wait? There's Jenni she going to the boxing club? I guess I'll follow her there.. What even is boxing anyways? What ever it is, I am sure Jenni has a good reason for going. And if she likes 50k, maybe I'll like boxing? Who knows. Too tired to think this out.
[follow Jenni to boxing club]
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bfca52 No.14850
| Rolled 87, 10 = 97 (2d100) |
>>14781
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16-23 (unknown)
Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Skilled Mecha Pilot]
Reputation: Obvious Loner.
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][CCCP Issue Plug Suit]
Relationships: [Viktor S. - Friend] [Kelly Yamato, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Academy is Vacation - You survived the Gulag and those bastards after it. Reduce all damage to your Health by 1 per turn. Reduce all damage to EGO and Edge by 2 per turn.
Victory or Death - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
Back in the USSR - These fools do not know how lucky they are. They'll never understand you, and you'll never trust them. How could you? They're here to hurt you! Noticeable penalty to social interactions.
1. Konstantin immediately tenses up upon seeing Miss Yamato displeasure: "Miss Yamato, forgive me, I will do whatever I can to replace your damaged shirt!" Inside, he was already preparing for the physical or verbal beating that was sure to follow…
2. After the (probably bad) outcome of the shirt debacle, Konstatin, never one to rest when the sun is still shining, or anytime at all in fact, decided to go to the Academy's training facility to condition and lift.
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bfca52 No.14896
| Rolled 53, 60 = 113 (2d100) |
>>14805
Other two actions.
1.Spend some time swapping stories and jokes with any of the acquaintances that have the time to do so. Hopefully make some more actual friends.
2. Try to join the swim club. Engineering and swimming are hobbies at different ends of the spectrum. We need to make sure to have balance between mind and body. Father taught us the importance of such things.
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bfca52 No.14942
>>14820 (You)
[Jenni]
Jenni was dreaming.
In her dream, there was a man. She didn't know who it was. He was trying to grab hold of her, and had black eyes. Jenni saw herself as a little girl, screaming. It wasn't clear that it was her, but she felt that is was. In the sky was a turbulent haze of clouds and a dark sky. Before the man could hurt her, another man grabbed her – this man was cold, but Jenni felt something impersonal about him. The man with cold eyes is physically imposing – he knocks the man with black eyes to the ground with a blow to the head with a fist. The man with black eyes, now on the ground, started making a wailing noise. Both of the men were very beautiful in their own way: elegant jawlines and well formed faces – possibly too well formed to exist.
Jenni looks at the stricken man. She is now a fully grown woman. When Jenni looks to the cold man, he has a machete. He is saying something to himself. He lunges at the man with black eyes and hacks at him with venom. The man with black eyes makes a gurgling noise as the blade hits him in the neck, head, and upper left shoulder. The cold man continues to strike at him, and blood sprays all over Jenny as an artery is severed. The man on the ground makes piteous noises and his spinal column is visible.
Jenni's mouth is agape. She is covered entirely in blood and it drips off her. The man on the ground slumps over and expires; the cold man grabs ahold of Jenni. Jenni pushes him away as she weeps, but the cold man stands near her – he wipes the blade of his machete flat on his jeans. After some time, the cold man pulls on his clothes a little bit to straighten them despite the blood. Jenni notices cold man's clothes are the same as hers.
Jenni awakens suddenly and decides to go for a walk after getting dressed. It is 3 A.M. and the world is quiet – she walks around the campus and finds the squirrel again. It is the same squirrel from the table: it has a small tuft of hair and a scraggly look to it. “At least you don't hate me mr. squirrel. You understand.”
Jenni waits for dawn. The squirrel seems to stay around even if there's no real food – Jenni is able to pick it up and hold it. She thinks the squirrel is very odd, but she doesn't object to the company.
The dawn eventually comes. Jenni isn't cold for some reason. The sun seems to be soothing.
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bfca52 No.14943
| Rolled 82, 21 = 103 (2d100) |
>>14714
http://pastebin.com/Sce2M9YQ
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Anima Caeli (Magic Bow)]
+ [Arrow Magic]
+ [Soul - 17(20)]
+ [Bow Care Meditation Circle]
+ [Decent Brandy]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Keenly Aware of Perverts - You are no longer a little girl. You've learned to summon your magical weapon without the need to fully transform and give those around you a free show. Your attacks are limited to basic magical arrows until you fully transform, however. Major bonus to defending against peeping toms.
Don't Call Me Princess - You HATE being called "Princess", and will often attack anyone that dares to call you such. You gain a large bonus to attacks against offending parties.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
Relationships:
+[Jack 'Oakley' Anderson, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Free action - Might as well join the Sport Shooting Club
1. -~Why are we just walking around campus?~- Boredom mostly, and hey, who knows what kind of shit you'll run into like this. -~Ah yes, isn't that how you found the flashers anonymous support group~- We agreed never to mention that again -~And yet you still went to a few of their meetings~- Yeah well I'm basically flashing people when I transform, and shut up they had pretty good coffee.
[Wander around Campus]
2. -~I think you're not supposed to be practicing magic in your room~- I don't remember anything like that from orientation, just nothing liable to explode -~Yes because summoning various types of arrows without transforming is not likely to explode at some point~- I'm staying away from the volatile stuff -~Why don't you ask that staff member from last night for permission~- Didn't really feel like it.
[Practice summoning different magical arrows]
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bfca52 No.14982
| Rolled 99, 85 = 184 (2d100) |
>>14781
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Kung Fu Hitler
Archetype: Mystic Martial
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
>Reputation: Unknown
>Relationships:
+ [Konstantin - Friend]
+ [Hulk H. - Ideological Rival]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
+ [1st Year Uniform]
+ [Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed]
+ [Fashionable Combat Suit]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
+ [Fascism Makes This Look Good] - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
+ [The Sound of Music] - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
>Clubs:
+ Martial Arts
1. Having joined the Martial Arts club it is time for some improvements in the area of Kraut Jutsu! Seek out viable training partners, the loud mouthed democrat certainly seemed like an option, after all it couldn't hurt to study his style of fighting for future encounters. That put aside stick around the Martial Club looking Fascistly Fashionable seeking out other people to have a sparring fight with.
2. After having a bunch of sparring fights there is nothing like a good workout to clear the head. Of course Konstantin had no idea what he was doing (as usual), however Viktor would take it upon himself that his friend would not embaress himself with somebody as fashionably looking at his side.
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bfca52 No.14984
>>14807
Slowly, the door slowly creaks open. After a moment, Moko shuffles in, very tiredly, with slothful grace. She slowly clears her throat when spotting Hogan already in the room, a small bit of energy appearing in her. Perhaps it has something to do with the strange motivational energy hulk seemed to emit. Perhaps it has something to do with the over sized coffee cup in her hand, already half empty.
Letting out a long, drawn out yawn to alert the others of her presence, she decides to speak "Hey..Uh."
She pauses for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say. Or, a way to say them with the least amount of effort.
"Right. Uh..Hey Hulk." She slowly nods, with a bit of hazy respect, before turning to William. "So, uh. Your the guy that got nailed by a Magical boy, right?"
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bfca52 No.14985
Name:Jōtarō Arakawa
Gender: Male
Race:Human, obviously.
Age:19
Fluff:Orphaned at an early age and growing up on the streets for most of his life he learned to fend for himself and because of this has trouble trusting people. Later in his childhood he was taken in by a kind monk fleeing the horrors of japan and taught the ancient art of hokuto shinken,until a few months ago when daemons attacked the two in the middle of the night killing the elderly monk that had raised him, as Jōtarō's only friend and parental figure lay dying in front of him he vowed to have his revenge on the creatures that had killed him. He buried the monk in a small grotto behind his house and left not looking back. Eventually he stumbled upon the academy and by sheer luck got accepted leading to where he is now.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
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bfca52 No.14987
>>14984
She seems tired, or just really lazy. "Yeah. I did not realize magic boys could hit like a fucking truck with a sledgehammer." William nods to the broken leg. "And now I'm here. Think I broke my leg during the fall or something because he hit me in the chest. Names William by the way."
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bfca52 No.14988
>>14987
Nods, before shuffling over to the bed besides him. It looks as if she had been awake for days, as she takes the opportunity to rest on the semi-comfortable recuperating bed. She fluffs out the pillow before shes rests her head down.
"Yeah. I heard." She takes a long, loud sip from her coffee. "Never really liked…The whole magical kid thing..Too much effort, you know? All that dancing and twirling and transforming, right?"
She pauses once more, leaning closer into the bed, slightly scratching her head.
"Oh. Uh, right. Forget this part. My name is Moko."
She pauses for a few more awkward seconds, before taking another drink from her cup. Her eyes seem only half open.
"I thought…" She Yawns quickly. "That I would drop by and say hi. Maybe meet somebody new? I thought it would be a lot easier, since you know, you aren't going anywhere."
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bfca52 No.15157
>>14801
[Jenni]
Jenni manages to find what she thinks is the boxing club. It's not as impressive as she thought it would be, and it seems to reflect mid 2020s aesthetics – a resurgence in brutalist architecture makes the building imposing while also frightening. The edifice is like a big concrete block of "go away".
Jenni is put off by the building and avoid going in. Instead, she awkwardly stands outside peering through the window to see if it's the right place. Jenni's hair is slightly messed up, but she doesn't really seem to care - if she'd cared she would have worn make up also, but that is also absent (aside from eyeshadow, which is mandatory in all circumstances).
Jenni turns to a woman who seems to be approaching the building and speaks. "Hey, is this the boxing club?" >>14801
"I mean, the keys they have to direct people are terrible and they want to save the world? It's kinda bullshit, really. They should install directory drones or give us PDAs…"
Jenni is put off by the size of the woman. As she speaks she grows increasingly aware of both her size of muscle mass, but is slightly amused by it for some reason.
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bfca52 No.15172
>>15157
The large muscled figure in camo pants and a thick jacket stood with her arms cross, and turned to see the shorter Jenni speaking to her.
"Beats the hell out of me girl, but it better damn be" she says, returning to look at the building as they both stood there somewhat awkwardly, trying to fathom if this was the right building.
"This whole place is nothing but a fucking maze, it's like they think we're fucking rats."
Lucy then turns to look at Jenni, and actually starts to appreciate how much. . .smaller she was than her. Was this little thing going to join the boxing club too?
"You planning on joining this club, girl?" asks Lucy, an eyebrow raised.
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bfca52 No.15173
>>14988
"Well it is always good to meet new people, but should I be worried that you chose someone who can't run away?"
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bfca52 No.15176
>>15172
[Jenni]
Jenni seems squints her eyes and nods a little when she speaks - she also adjusts her outfit a little bit, awkwardly. "Yeah, I needed something more physical until classes start. I used to have equipment when I lived in Cascadia, but I can't get at any of the equipment without passing through checkpoints now because this is the best society anyone could come up with."
At this point Jenni got it into her head that the girl didn't know about her history, which was good in her estimation. She thought everyone knew by now, but apparently not. Jenni's eyes occasionally dart to the woman's massive biceps. Jesus Christ, she thought, she's huge! She must need to eat ton or something. I bet she doesn't need to worry about getting catcalled, though.
"Name is Jenni, by the way."
The anklet on Jenni's left calf made a loud beep for some reason. Jenni's eyes dart to the sound, but then back to the woman. At this point Jenni now has her arms pensively crossed and is playing with the frilly part of her left arm with her right hand while maintaining eye contact.
"Yeah don't mind that." Jenni coughs and looks at the ground awkwardly for a second.
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bfca52 No.15185
>>15176
Lucy looks down at Jenni, seeing how the small girl fidgets her fancy dress being out of place, and seemingly worried about what was probably some texting bullshit on a cellphone. Her equipment was probably some Judo karate type shit from classes her parents paid for.
One thing goes through her mind.
("This girl ain't gonna last a fucking day here") she thinks. ("Did some rich asshole make a mistake sending their daughter here?")
Lucy herself had to deal with some punk playing grabass, and that was from a magic faggot boy. At least they have special powers. If there are actual people like myself in here? Lucy remembers far too many naked and torn corpses of girls in backallyes from her days in Rio, the expressions still on their face. . .
("fuck this bleeding heart, I might as well stick with the kid")
Lucy stares down back at Jenni right back at her.
"You know you're the first person I've actually been able to talk to in this whole damn school. Maybe we hang together sometime, you know, in the club and after school and all that shit. At least someone to help me navigate this place.
Name's Lucy by the way" she says, a big beefy arm larger than Jenni's thigh extended in with the open palm of a handshake.
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bfca52 No.15186
>>15173
Moko looks nonchalant at the comment, but does seem to rise out of the adjacent bed and look William over "Eh.."
She squints her eyes at him, showing a single mote of effort.
"Nah."
She clumsily falls back into the adjacent bed with a grace such of a ragdoll.
"Its just that for some reason…People seem to avoid me. Or not notice me. Or what ever."
From her vantage point in the pillows, she looks up at the ceiling, unwilling, or unable, to turn her head towards William. She yawned once more, rather loudly. Man, it was really hard to stay awake on a bed. With a great amount of self control, she slowly and almost painfully ripped herself from the bed, and say towards William.
"So uh, I thought I would hang out with you first. Also, the beds were a nice plus…Oh. Yeah, I have something for you…"
She slowly drifts over to the bag next her, slowly unfastening the latches.
"Uh…Yeah, you can have some of my drinks…Lets see…I have Coffee…Tea.. Soda…Energy Drinks.. Caffeinated Juice… Your pick."
She gestures to a plethora of silver thermos all within her back pack.
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bfca52 No.15194
[Jenni]
Jenni smiles awkwardly and extends her smaller hand to Lucy and shakes. She feels herself lift off the ground slightly. After the handshake, Jenni fidgets with her uniform again. She's visibly impressed, if a little nervous.
Jenni starts adjusting her uniform again – she's tugging on her rear end a bit when she starts speaking again. "Well, uh, I think we'll get along great. I only had a minimum of training in hand to hand - maybe you can show me a few things. Yeah. This will be good."
Jenni pauses for a second and leans in. Her voice goes quiet as she talks through the side of her mouth. "Also, watch out around here, there's some faction around plotting…something. Not sure what. I get the feeling something is going on that we don't see." She pauses again. "Meet me at my room at some point, I'll probably bring my friend Moko. I don't trust the administration of this place as far as I can throw them. I realize you could throw them farther, but it's just an expression."
After these remarks Jenni just sort of stares blankly at you. Her eyes seem very big for her head and seem to have a haunting quality.
"Uh. Yeah. Ok, well, I'm going to go inside and see if this is the place, I will talk to you in a bit, okay?"
Jenni waves a little, awkwardly, and heads into the boxing club building – or what you think is the building. She seems totally hopeless, frankly.
As she walks off she keeps yanking on her butt, too. Weird.
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bfca52 No.15202
>>15186
"BROTHER," rumbles Hogan, "the only drink a body really NEEDS is WATER."
He reaches in to grab up one of the thermoses, pop it open, and give it a disapproving smell. "You need WATER to keep your inner gears, man, working RIGHT. Let me just FILL this thermos with some, brother– it'll just take a MINUTE."
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bfca52 No.15213
>>15202
Moko doesn't really seem to care as she watches the hulkster grab the thermos and poor it out. Sure, she had actually gone through the effort of getting the stuff, but stopping him would take FAR more.
"Yeah, sure Hulkster. But uh, I do think I have some Sports drink in here as well. But water is fine as well. Way easier to just, you know, drink it straight.."
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bfca52 No.15224
>>15202
>>15213
"I'm good for now. So, did I miss any interesting announcements while I was out cold?"
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bfca52 No.15308
>>15224
"Eh. Not much. I think some girl got /Foreman/ grilled for slamming some guy through a wall after he fondled her butt. But not much aside from that…"
She cracks her neck, so as to loosen her neck. Its barely audible from her lack of effort.
"Oh, this may cheer you up. The boy was some kinda magical kid. That's cool right?"
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bfca52 No.15311
[Jenni]
As Jenni is walking along, she finds a poster labeled "ALL HAIL KOJO." The poster is well made and eye catching – it uses impact font and blue-orange contrast so it's sort of hard to ignore. Jenni thinks to herself that someone else made this poster, because it's not quite the same as the others.
Jenni plays with her sleeve as she cranes in to look at it. A wave of disgust races across her face as she examines every facet of the horrific thing. She mumbles: "Who the hell is Kojo? He looks like a real asshole."
Jenni stares at the poster some more like it is some sort of modern art masterpiece – a Rothko of kitsch. In the poster, Kojo is smiling and giving two thumbs up. There are 12 distinct cats in the picture, as well as stars emanating like a beatific aura around Kojo's head. It's probably the gaudiest thing Jenni's ever seen, and those cats look totally pissed off.
Jenni retracts her head from the poster. She doesn't like Kojo very much.
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bfca52 No.15312
>>15308
"Could be the same guy I got hit by. I did kind of start a fight with him after seeing he was casting some illusion magic on some girls. Illusion magic ain't good, fucking tricky shit that fucks with your mind."
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bfca52 No.15314
>>15312
Eyes slightly raise a bit at the mention of a fight.
"A fight? Huh." she says.
"Can't imagine that went well. Nor do I really want to. You don't look like much of a fighter either." She says, lazily shrugging.
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bfca52 No.15328
>>15314
"Well It can't be considered much of a fight since I only hit him a couple of times before being hit by a sledgehammer, but I couldn't let the rapist mislead some girls with illusions."
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bfca52 No.15357
Name: Hiltama Golie
Gender: Female
Race: Black-Asian(or Blasian)
Age: 22
Fluff: Hiltama is the first born daughter of Jamela Golie and Yuan Golie, her mother black and her father asian. Raised in japan she learned much from botg her parents, taking on her mothers sarcastic and smug attitude with a mix of her fathers laidback and kind attitude. Her family was nice and wealthy, but the wealth wasnt just for her. She has 6 younger brothers, both sets of triplets, and they acted just like boys act. As such she had to be tough and keep them inline, making her more than a bit tomboyish in the progress(despite being a whole LOT of woman)
Unbeknownst to anyone but her she had signed a deal to become a magical girl when she was only 4, and after learning full contact magic she has been mixing it up ever since. She can punch you from scross the room, avatar kick lightning, slice the air with a sword and create blades of air, as long as its physical and she made a possible action with it. Despite this she did not actively use her powers, a part of her afraid of leaving her family behind.
And then disaster struck. Her town was attacked, and in the ensuing chaos she failed to save her parents due to her unwillingness to use her power. Racked with grief, and yet her heart hardened, she protected her brothers for months until finally getting them to safety in another country. Sadly she was not going to be with them. Instead she was going to go to the academy to get stronger. Her brothers cried and begged her not to go, but with tears in her eyes she bade them farewell and joined the academy. Now she seeks to grow strong enough to protect her family, her tomboyish and laidback exterior hiding a heart of gold wrapped in a will of iron.
Archetype: Magical Girl
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
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bfca52 No.15402
>>14634
Your attempts to become a super hero fail miserably when you can't get your hands on any rockets for your legs. Instead, you try a spring-loaded system…
You spend most of the day hanging from a ceiling fan in the cafeteria, your cape suspending you by the neck. You're probably lucky that you didn't hang yourself by mistake, but the mocking of the school is only amplified by the fact that you forgot a mask with your costume.
>-4 EGO
>>14786
The Cooking Club is more than happy to let you cook with them from time to time, but as you're already part of another Club they won't be able to include you in club events. You bring VITAMINS to the injured William Farmer, and the little Hulkster Moko even shows up as well!
>Add: [William F. - Friend]
>>14787
Chantal helps you fix Mephit, while informing you that the Commander is on his way to speak with you.
The Commander's visit is quick and to the point. While you were attacked by the other student, you have been placed on Academic Probation for three months for nearly crippling him with a direct magical attack. You're lucky the tent you sent him flying into was unoccupied.
Stay out of trouble for three months, or you may be expelled.
>Add: Academic Probation - 3 Months
> Mephit is repaired
>>14790
Unfortunately you spend most of your day trying to get your boyfriend down from a ceiling fan… How embarrassing!
>>14795
It seems that the faculty is occupied due to the incident in London and the fight everyone is talking about from yesterday.
Wasswa is more than happy to mentor you, however!
>Revise Wassa to 'Mentor'
>Add Bonus: Martial Arts Mentor - +5 to training your Martial Arts abilities!
>>14798
Lise giggles in a girly way that almost doesn't suit her rather serious manner. "You don't need to worry about classes. First year courses are all held in the same building, just north of the dorms. You won't need anything but the tablet they'll give you first day." She spends most of the day as your guard, but is less than professional when the two of you are alone.
"Hey, William. The next time you get angry and want to start a fight, come find me instead, alright? I can point you toward a few things that won't result in a hospital stay." Scooting a bit closer and leaning toward your ear, she whispers. "Unless you like it rough, that is~."
She has a very, very difficult time keeping a straight face after that.
Some people also visit you. How nice!
>Add: [Hogan H. - Friend] [Moko M. - Friend]
>+ 2 HP
>Revise: Lise - Friend
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bfca52 No.15423
>>14820
You run into a… muscular… young woman named Lucy, who also appears to be searching for the Boxing Club. As your chat seems to be winding down, a group of students approaches.
"Well well, Harvester. Looks like they'll hang you after all!" A local newspaper is thrown at you, the cover showing a story featuring your picture and the Academy. The headline reads 'Spanish Court demands the arrest and extradition of American War Criminal!'. It seems that Spain wishes to charge you with war crimes for your actions during the Cascadian Secessionist War, using something called 'Universal Jurisdiction'. They… they can't actually do that, right?
Fortunately, it seems that the presence of the Lucy girl near you has prevented the students from doing anything actively against you, but you notice at least two of them giving you glares. You have no doubt that you'll need to watch your back in the future. Oh shit! How is Lucy going to react to this?
Your dreams begin to focus upon your family, and you notice that they include less and less of the nightmares that wake you up in a pool of sweat or screaming.
>Add: [Lucy - Friend?]
>Found Boxing Club!
>Dreams of Happier Times - Your first roll per turn gets +5 until your next eccentricity roll.
>>14801
You've run into a girl named Jenni while looking for the Boxing Club, and she seems nice enough. Maybe you've found yourself a friend?
Except that as you stand outside the Boxing Club, a group of students shows up to taunt your new friend with news that she is a wanted War Criminal? Wow, that is a lot to take in all of the sudden… do you really want to be this girl's friend?
Oh hey, who is this slower friend?
>Add: [Jenni C. - Friend?] [Moko M - Friend]
>Joined the Boxing Club
>>14850
"Whatever you can?"
Miss Yamato changes her shirt before displaying a very, very rare badge. She has a pass that allows her to leave the Academy to conduct business in the nearby city! "You're my driver, Konstantin. And you're buying me a new blouse."
Miss Yamato is mercifully frugal, and she manages to find six tops on your little shopping trip. You'd almost think the lady selling these tops was crazy, as your debt to Miss Yamato is settled for a modest 20 credits.
You may have spent a little too much time giving her your opinion on various articles of clothing, however. It is late in the day when you finally return to the Academy.
>- 20 Credits
>Revise: Kelly Yamato - Friend
>>14943
Walking around campus is simple enough. Most of the tents at the fair are being taken down by now, though a few clubs are still trying to recruit. You avoid the perverts trying to watch the girls bending over to clean up club areas, though. The fuckers.
At least walking is keeping your mind off the hole you blasted in the wall between your quarters' main room and the tiny personal bathroom. If you'd hit a few inches to the left, you'd have busted the shower!
You notice a group of students walking away from an odd trio of girls. Several of the group are talking about catching one of the trio alone next time…
Maybe you should give the trio a heads up? (You've found Jenni, Lucy and Moko shortly after the events of Jenni's update)
>>14824
You visit the guy in the infirmary. As he can't escape, he has no choice but to be both Hogan's friend and your own! The girl guarding him seems serious, but you think she is amused by the conversation the three of you have.
Later, you spot Jenni and some really, really muscly girl. Like, woah. You kind of want to poke her muscles, just because you can't believe how tiring it must be to get those damned things!
>Add: [William F. - Cripple Friend] [Lucy - Muscled Friend]
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bfca52 No.15434
>>14982
You demonstrate the superiority of Fascism. Repeatedly. With the exception of the 4th years and a handful of 3rd years in the Martial Arts Club, you defeat everyone present at the Martial Arts Club today! Unfortunately, that blasted rival of yours isn't anywhere to be found! NEIN! NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN!
You'll defeat him later! The COWARD! Taking your leave of the club, you go looking for your friend Konstantin, but one of the engineers in the mecha bay informs you that Miss Yamato took him off school grounds for something.
It seems your fame has spread, though! A trio of girls find you and are very interested in both you and Fascism!
>Add: [Selma Anke, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy] [Sarah Liane , 1st Year - Fascist Floozy] [Hanna Schmitz, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
>+ 2 EDGE
>Reputation: Fashionable Fascist
>>14793
You spend the day at the Martial Arts Club. Unfortunately you don't really know how to talk to the girls when some guy is fighting his way through most of the Club and catching their eye, but 'Macho' is more than happy to spar with you and even arranges for you to spar a fellow 1st Year. Unfortunately, the 1st Year is the guy cutting a swath through the Club, and you get your ass kicked.
Your plans to locate the magic labs are ruined by a trip to the medical ward for observation.
>Add [Wasswa 'Rhodie' Amadi, 4th Year - Acquaintance] [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, 3rd Year - Friend]
>-1 EGO, -1 EDGE
>>14810
Some of the girls from the Cooking Club offer to help you sign up for classes after you mention you're an anatomy major.
You could have sworn there were only three of them when they started the practical study…
[Bow Chicka Wow Wow]
>Set HP, EGO & EDGE to Maximum Value (and add them to your damned stats!)
>+1 to Soul Gem
>Revise: Amanda North, Aysel Tahire & Elisabetta Palmira - Totally Just A Friend
>Add Bonus: 'Muscle Wizard' - The girls of the Cooking Club swoon when you flex your muscles, and they swear sparkles fill the air when you show off your body! Minor bonus to physical combat and strength.
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bfca52 No.15435
>>14805
>>14794
Mikasi Steiner receives a magically enhanced punch to the face for his troubles! Someone nearby yells 'FIGHT!' and all hell breaks loose!
>Post how you'll fight, what spells (if any) you'll use, and roll 1d100!
>Several allies and enemies are fighting as well!
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bfca52 No.15436
>>13902
Name: Else Webber
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 16
Fluff: The modern world doesn't just need people who can fight. It needs people who can survive. For every unknowable horror slain, humanity runs the risk of another of its defenders falling as well. That's where the combat medics come in. They keep the other heroes alive, so they can fight the good fight. No simple parasurgeon will cut it these days, though. A combat medic has to be able to heal otherwise grievous wounds in minutes, even seconds, and they have to defend themselves as well from the rigorous attack of their foes on the field. Many are mystic martials and technosavants, or Magical Girls spreading their healing light with a creepily wide smile. Not so with Else. She was mundane in seemingly every way. What set her apart was two factors. One, her aptitude for the body and how to treat it was considerable, almost an innate knowledge of anatomy to make her job easier. Two, her parents were very wealthy, old money types who could easily afford to get her into the school regardless of magical or technical skill. Having been teased of this latter fact often in the school, Else has vowed to prove her talents, show that she isn't just some useless rich brat. She'll achieve something good for humanity one day, whether humanity expects it or not. After all, behind every valiant hero is the dedicated bastard keeping them alive.
Archetype: Badass Normal
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
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bfca52 No.15443
>>14985
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Hokuto Shinken Style] [Flurry Punch]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Prayer Beads]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Daemons Ate My Mentor - You hate Daemons. They took your mentor from you, and you will have your revenge! Bonus to battling daemons.
Physical Style - Most mystic styles and your foes have SOME sort of reach beyond their physical body. Not yours! You must land your blows physically, and this can negatively impact your ability to battle a foe with greater reach.
>>15357
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Full Contact Force Magic] [Full Contact Elemental Magic]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Reinforced Bra]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Revenge Motivation - Your reasons for being at the Academy drive you more than the average student. You gain a minor bonus to all education rolls, and a minor combat bonus.
Double Edged Sword - Your motivation is powerful, but you must take care to ensure you do not allow yourself to fall to despair and turn what motivates you into that that destroys you.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
>>15436
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Skills: [Medical Knowledge] [Agility]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Nano-Medical Kit]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Where Does It Hurt? - Else is a skilled medic. Though she can't bring back the dead or get the critically wounded fighting at full strength, she gains a massive bonus to life-saving critical care, even during the heat of combat.
Assumed Rich Brat - People think your parents are the only reason you're here, and you know it. Will you prove them wrong, or die trying?
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bfca52 No.15479
| Rolled 13 (1d100) |
>>15435
He stumbles back, smirking, his fingers flying across the CAD, whipping up a lightning bolt or two as he tries to buy time to summon a wisp, focusing on the asshat that hit him.
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bfca52 No.15536
| Rolled 37 (1d100) |
>>15479
Square up and get ready to fight like back in regular school but use spirit vision to help find weaknesses and openings.
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bfca52 No.15564
| Rolled 52, 14, 59, 17, 2, 58, 36, 12 = 250 (8d100) |
>>15479
>>15536
NPC rolls
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bfca52 No.15590
>>15479
Your spell misfires as a second blow catches you in the face. By the time the third lands, you're disoriented enough that only one of your clubmates saves you from being pounded. You're out of the fight from the trio of magic-enhanced blows.
>>15536
The fight doesn't go in the favor of the Magical Engineering Club off the bat, as the guy hassling Lisbet quickly knocks one of your guys to the ground and out of the fight. Kennet throws his shoulder into the bastard's face before he can mount and pound your clubmate's face.
The whole thing quickly turns into a mess as a few students throw around spells to enhance punches or distract their opponent, while others attempt to get out of the melee.
By the time the Disciplinary Committee manages to break up the fight, three from the Magical Engineering Club are on the ground, for only two of the second years. Though you didn't take anyone out, you managed to dodge a few magically enhanced punches thrown your way.
>Fight Result
Members of the Disciplinary Committee manage to break up the brawl before anyone can be seriously hurt, though a few students will have black eyes. With no conclusive victor, rumors begin to circulate that this is only the beginning of a feud!
>Both participants gain +1 EDGE, and a talking to from the teachers.
>End Fight Phase
>>14794
You manage to take most of the blame for the Magical Engineering Club's involvement in the fight. They were all just defending you from an attack you provoked, after all.
The guys all appreciate you taking the rap, though Lisbet doesn't seem too happy the fight broke out in the first place.
>Add: [Kennet Carl, 2nd Year - Friend] [Phil G - Friend] [Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Friend] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Friend] [Tamiko Hanae, 1st Year - Friend] [Ernesto Giovanni, 1st Year - Friend] [Alfons Ernest, 1st Year - Friend]
>>14896
You make a number of friends while awaiting your turn with the Dean of Students. Kennet is glad that all of you First Years stood up for your fellow club member, and especially of you. Once you've all been dismissed and the guy you learn is named Mikasi Steiner eats the blame bullet for the rest of you, Kennet offers to mentor you!
Looking to relax a little, you head to the school's pool. It would be nice to meet some of the Swim Club and maybe get a relaxing swim in. Somehow, you didn't expect a rather forward Second Year girl to be the only one swimming at the time.
>Add: [Mikasi S. - Friend] [Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Friend] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Friend] [Tamiko Hanae, 1st Year - Friend] [Ernesto Giovanni, 1st Year - Friend] [Alfons Ernest, 1st Year - Friend] [Demetra Theodosia, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
>Revise: Kennet - Mentor
>Add Bonus: Magical Mentor - Kennet has agreed to mentor you. He is most helpful when you're trying to learn existing spells.
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bfca52 No.15591
>Classes have begun!
The turns now encompass approximately 2 weeks time, and your 2 actions now represent your FREE TIME.
Every 6 Turns, you will have a chance to gain skills from the classes designed to prepare you to battle for the fate of humanity. Spending some of your free time studying may be wise.
>ALL PLAYERS GAIN THE FOLLOWING:
[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
>ALL PLAYERS MAY INTERACT FREELY as classes mingle the 1st years!
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bfca52 No.15594
>>14820
>>14801
>>14824
Gwen would wait for the group to get far enough away from the trio before walking up to them and saying, "Excuse me, but I would watch yourselves, that group that just left mentioned trying to get one of you alone, I thought you might like to know"
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bfca52 No.15598
| Rolled 5, 90 = 95 (2d100) |
>>15591
Name:Jōtarō Arakawa
Gender: Male
Race:Human, obviously.
Age:19
Fluff:Orphaned at an early age and growing up on the streets for most of his life he learned to fend for himself and because of this has trouble trusting people. Later in his childhood he was taken in by a kind monk fleeing the horrors of japan and taught the ancient art of hokuto shinken,until a few months ago when daemons attacked the two in the middle of the night killing the elderly monk that had raised him, as Jōtarō's only friend and parental figure lay dying in front of him he vowed to have his revenge on the creatures that had killed him. He buried the monk in a small grotto behind his house and left not looking back. Eventually he stumbled upon the academy and by sheer luck got accepted leading to where he is now.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Hokuto Shinken Style] [Flurry Punch]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Prayer Beads] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Daemons Ate My Mentor - You hate Daemons. They took your mentor from you, and you will have your revenge! Bonus to battling daemons.
Physical Style - Most mystic styles and your foes have SOME sort of reach beyond their physical body. Not yours! You must land your blows physically, and this can negatively impact your ability to battle a foe with greater reach.
1.New place new faces, not that it matters I need to continue training master said never to let my guard down. Need to train my Hokuto Shinken, my combat abilities need to stay sharp.
2.Study up on alchemy this goes towards my overall credit for the year and I need to make sure it's not wasted I'm sure master would be disappointed if I I didn't make him proud.
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bfca52 No.15601
| Rolled 40, 48 = 88 (2d100) |
>>15423
http://pastebin.com/Sce2M9YQ
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Anima Caeli (Magic Bow)]
+ [Arrow Magic]
+ [Soul - 17(20)]
+ [Bow Care Meditation Circle]
+ [Decent Brandy]
+[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
+[+10 Credits]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Keenly Aware of Perverts - You are no longer a little girl. You've learned to summon your magical weapon without the need to fully transform and give those around you a free show. Your attacks are limited to basic magical arrows until you fully transform, however. Major bonus to defending against peeping toms.
Don't Call Me Princess - You HATE being called "Princess", and will often attack anyone that dares to call you such. You gain a large bonus to attacks against offending parties.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
Relationships:
+[Jack 'Oakley' Anderson, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Clubs:
Sport Shooting Club
1. Visit Shirley and the other magical girls in the infirmary, make sure they're allright
2. Find what info I can on Captain Mitsuko, look through personnel info/records I have access to, don't bring it up to people yet.
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bfca52 No.15606
>>15594
[Jenni]
Jenni looks at you and nods somewhat gravely. "Yeah … thought so. It's probably me. Hi, Jenni, nice to meet you. They hate me for this, but whatever." [Jenni hands you a newspaper that seems to go on about her being a war criminal]
Jenni seems to expect the worst and puts a smirk. She's pulling on her shirt for some reason, too. "What's your name? I should thank you, even if you're now obliged to hate me."
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bfca52 No.15607
>>15606
Gwen looks at the newspaper and reads it for a bit before handing it back, "Huh, so they basically want to put you infront of a firing squad eh? Well Jenni, looks like you've got the raw end of the deal, well fuck 'em, we got enough problems we don't need to be worrying about what's happened in the past."
-~Oh yes, let's put the past behind us!~- Shut up you, Our situation is different
"Anyways, the name's Gwen, if you need a drinking buddy just let me know I'm sure we'll find something and I'm also sure most of the kiddies here are a bunch of lightweights," Gwen said as she threw her arm around Jenni's shoulders, ready to jump away if the action turned into something hostile.
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bfca52 No.15609
| Rolled 88, 89 = 177 (2d100) |
>>15402
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 6(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Friend] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Moko M. - Friend]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
1. Do some personal practice with learning spells. I only really know that sight spell and magic bullets. Maybe find something to punch through armor? A Magic Lance Shot maybe?
2. Get to know a few more people in my class, I never got to meet people with all the fighting.
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bfca52 No.15610
Hiltama roams the school in her free time, checking out the classes and students, until she runs chest first into a boy with a bandage over an eye(malprig)making him stumble back. She lets out a sigh before taking a step back with a semi embarrased look on her face.
"Crap, sorry I wasnt paying attention. Are you alright?"
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bfca52 No.15617
Kojo shuffles through the hallways, a book held in front of his face. Today was… painful. Kojo didn't enjoy this feeling, defeat. It was rare for him. He tried to force a smile, lowering the book. Did the smile look fake? Were they JUDGING him? Maybe the book was better, Kojo thought to himself, now questioning his actions. How many people knew about his accident with the ceiling fan? His posters were everywhere, several had been drawn on by students. He dropped his book to the floor and began to tear several from the wall frantically, trying to stuff them into a garbage can.
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bfca52 No.15618
>>15610
"You mean besides being about knocked down? Yes I'm doing fine…I suppose this means I'm suppose to introduce myself right than we get all buddy buddy? Hmph whatever. Names Jōtarō,Jōtarō Arakawa just got settled in today missed orientation I'm afraid so that's probably why you don't recognize me." He said as he adjusted the bandage over his left eye and sized the girl in front of him up, he found it a surprise how she managed to remain upright let alone walk with such massive tits.
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bfca52 No.15619
>>15607
[Jenni]
Jenni's not expecting this and her mouth is somewhat agape and her eyes open wide. "I, uh…" Jenni pauses and looks like she's been frightened – her eyes frantically track the scenery and her head averts eye contact while twitching a bit.
Slowly, very slowly, she seems to recover. She's not used to being touched, and the muscles in her face seem to move in a way you really haven't seen before. She speaks, but doesn't make eye contact. "Oh, yeah…yeah. Gwen. Right. Yeah, we should hang out at some point once these…uh…these guys you mentioned get sorted out. That sounds great. We can bring Lucy and Moko too. Girl's night out, right?"
Jenni then turns to you and smiles widely, for her. For everyone else it looks forced and awkward. She seems to be trying though, and you get the feeling you should be forgiving. Awww.
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bfca52 No.15620
>>15617
Jōtarō notices a kid out of the corner of his eyes frantically trying to tear posters from the wall. "Hey, you what are you doing?" He said in a stern forceful voice his gaze meeting the other males
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bfca52 No.15621
>>15619
"Yeah sure, we can commiserate about shitty childhoods," Gwen said with a sardonic grin. "Anyways, who're your friends here?" She let go of Jenni seeing how uncomfortable she was and held her hand out to the bigger of the two girls, "Name's Gwen, Gwen Masters, what's your name Muscles?"
>>14801
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bfca52 No.15624
| Rolled 3, 13 = 16 (2d100) |
>>15591
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16-23 (unknown)
Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Skilled Mecha Pilot]
Reputation: Obvious Loner.
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][CCCP Issue Plug Suit][20 Credits][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Relationships: [Viktor S. - Friend] [Kelly Yamato, 3rd Year - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Academy is Vacation - You survived the Gulag and those bastards after it. Reduce all damage to your Health by 1 per turn. Reduce all damage to EGO and Edge by 2 per turn.
Victory or Death - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
Back in the USSR - These fools do not know how lucky they are. They'll never understand you, and you'll never trust them. How could you? They're here to hurt you! Noticeable penalty to social interactions.
1. A TEST! A TEST! THERE'S GOING TO BE A TEST (Konstantin sometimes thinks in a sing song manner :3) ~I MUST BE BETTER THEN THE REST, LEST THE MAJOR CLEAVE MY CHEEEEEESSSSTTTTT!~ After his little mental musical indulgence about the hills coming alive with the sounds of Viktor's righteous fascist music, Konstantin set about to studying.
2. All his other free time would be devoted to training in the use of mechas anyway possible, be it simulation or live exercises.
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bfca52 No.15625
>>15620
Kojo reached for his book down the hallway. Why did he have to leave it over there. Why did he leave the one safety he had? He just sort of stared at the other shouting at him.
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bfca52 No.15626
>>15618
>>15620
Seeing the kid as well Hiltama steps up a bit. "Hey kid whats wrong? Why you tearin down your posters?"
She then looks back to Jotaro. "And dont be rude, if he's tearing down his posters something must be wrong." Great, shes been at this school for only a few hours and shes already in big sister mode. Hiltama walks over to the kid, who she notices is just as sad as when her brothers had their confidence broken that one time with the bullies, and stops him.
"Ey, whats your problem? Something happen?"
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bfca52 No.15631
>>15625
"Ah shit kid, I see what's up. Alright you have any idea who defaced the posters?" Jōtarō Said in a calmer manner as he looked at the vandalism calmly walking behind the girl he had met not even a few seconds ago his imposing figure coming into full view behind the girl >>15626
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bfca52 No.15632
>>15626
>>15631
"It's, well, you see, I…" Had they really not heard about his blunders? Perhaps, it had… earned him… respect? Being able to stand in front of others without fear? Perhaps Kojo was still the hero that people respected. He gave a genuine smile before beginning to shout, "CAN'T YOU SEE!? NOTHING IS WRONG, FOR I AM KOJO MONOMOLONOTOROKO, HERO TO ALL! You see, these ADDED DESIGNS are nothing more than students ways of showing their UTMOST RESPECT for me!" Kojo no longer felt afraid, for he could feel the BURNING PASSION within him. HE WAS THE CHOSEN ONE, AND ALTHOUGH HE REJECTED THE TITLE, IT WAS HIS DUTY TO PROVIDE THESE FELLOW STUDENTS WITH INSPIRATION!
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bfca52 No.15633
>>15434
Name: Azrael "Azzy" Wilson
Gender: Only the Faculty knows, and they go to great lengths to only refer to Azzy by name, much to the consternation of Azzy's classmates
Race: Human with issues. Effeminate features, blond hair Green eyes. Wears baggy clothes all the time. 5'10 ish covered in void black markings.
Age: 18
Fluff: Azzy was a typical kid until a witch attacked and killed off most everyone in the town. Twisting and corrupting the others into her servitors or worse. Azzy lived alone for several years, studying Necromancy, likely to talk to former friends and loved ones, as well as for self defense. Azzy takes to necromancy easily, likely due to desperation and training from a young age. There are very few on the proper side of humanity that can match Azzy's prowess.
Azzy has many black tattoos embedded into Azzy's skin. When asked about them Azzy said they were self made, which given the angle of some of them seems impossible. However these tattoos allow Azzy to Borrow the attributes of familiar undead for power boosts and utility over simply raising dead. Azzy typically makes good use of this, as Hordes of undead are rarely subtle or seemly.
Azzy was picked up 2 years ago by UN forces responding to an attack of several witch's familiars on a the town of Brisburge. When they arrived they found several of the creatures drowning under a veritable tide of skeleton, zombies and other low-level undead, while the most powerful one was being ripped apart by Azzy's hands which at that point resembled claws of "wraith" undead. After the fight was over Azzy noticed the soldiers and fled quickly. Apprehension was handled using knockout gas. Once captured Azzy was a guest of the Un for two years, for study and re-acclimatization into society. It si also suspected Azzy was "borrowed" for missions from time to time, but there is no conclusive proof.
Azzy's personality is extremely introverted to the point of nigh crippling shyness. The subject is extremely uncomfortable around living humans, typically displayed but stuttering a lot and hiding deeper into the baggy clothes that have become Azzy's usual attire. Indeed Azzy is much more comfortable around the dead, likely due to time spent and a large measure of control over them. They've become "friends" as the subject puts it. However, if Azzy feels cornered or threatened, lashing out is typical. Given the child's power set such episodes are typically destructive, but have to date, not lethal. In dedicated combat, Azzy usually sports a smirk which steadily grow into a rather off putting smile. One researcher saying it's more at home on the face of a demon or madman than god fearing mortal. The fact no sound passes past that smile and combat proceeds in a deathly silence does not help either. The undead created are never commanded, verbally at least. The just seem to know where and how to go.
Azzy's combat style is unique. The child typically has a few "borrowed" attributes from undead active at any one time. That will be used to harm any opponent in the vicinity. As the casualties of battle climb so does the child's power, for more corpses means more chances for Necromancy to be worked and more weapons to be used. Large scale combats usually end with a swarm of undead crushing the enemy by sheer attrition. However lacking corpses to work, Azzy is still incredibly dangerous with innate power and very skilled in hand to hand combat as well as use in the scythe.
Archetype: Mystic Martial(Necromancer)
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 9(15)] [Edge: 9(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Reanimate Corpse] [Necro-Jutsu]
Reputation: Unknown
Clubs: Martial Arts Club
Credits: 40
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Relationships: [Remmy(Wraith) - Friendly Spirit][Hogan H. - Friend] [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance][Wasswa 'Rhodie' Amadi, 4th Year - Acquaintance] [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, 3rd Year - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Borrowed Traits - Azzy can borrow aspects of nearby undead for short periods of time. This often causes some level of harm to Azzy.
Aura Sight - You ALWAYS see any [Aura] possessed by your classmates or NPCs, and are affected by them as written in the Aura entry.
I See Dead People - Though you can turn corpses to physical undead, you are also able to see undead spirits that others can not. Your preference of having these spirits as your friends cripples your ability to interact with the living in a social sense.
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bfca52 No.15634
| Rolled 67, 26 = 93 (2d100) |
>>15633
1. O-ouch, that kid k-kicked my ass. That's n-not g-g-g-good at all. I obviously n-need more practice with m-my Necrojutsu. H-h-hopefully being in M-m-martial arts club will h-help.
2. V-visit the magic l-labs. F-figure out where e-everything is and pr-pr-practice my necromancy. There is st-st-still a lot I can work on. Offense, d-d-defense, weakening th-the enemy, and more. Something th-that goes with my m-martial arts would be g-good.
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bfca52 No.15636
| Rolled 15, 46 = 61 (2d100) |
Name: Alexei Klokov
Gender: Male
Race: White/Russian/Übermensch
Age: 19
Fluff: He's a big guy
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
I Must Break You - Big. Muscled. Magical. You are, frankly, a monster in close quarters combat. Even before your magical powers are factored in, you gain a bonus to numerous types of physical tasks and combat.
'Muscle Wizard' - The girls of the Cooking Club swoon when you flex your muscles, and they swear sparkles fill the air when you show off your body! Minor bonus to physical combat and strength.
From Russia, With Oblivious - You're a tall, handsome son of a bitch. Unfortunately, a life of interacting only with coaches and the odd opponent in competition means that you're extremely bad at normal social interactions. Unfortunately for the girls, your head is denser than your muscles.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
Club: Cooking Club
Relationships: [Amanda North, 2nd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Aysel Tahire, 2nd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Elisabetta Palmira, 3rd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Ivano Pietro, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Mitchel Baker, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 15(15)] [Edge: 15(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 16(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
>Actions
The girdles from Cooking club seemed very eager to Alexei in his anatomy studies, so much so that it seemed like they were vying to be the 'head' teacher. Alexei will have to remember to bake them something as thanks. What foods do girls like?
A traditional Russian dinner? Yes! Amanda mentioned that she wanted some Russian meat, now did she mean Shashlyk or Kotlety…Well, might as well make both. It might even help them gain some meat on their bones.
When he's not working on the secret dinner for the three girls(note to self, surprise them by giving them all separate invitations the day of the dinner. That way, it will really be a surprise. Should host it on the roof of on of the buildings too, so no one can spot it and ruin the surprise), Alexei gets back into his routine of working out for hours every day. The bars are too short to get the proper workout for many exercises, but they are fine for much of the upper body work. Alexis contents himself working extra hard, doing more and more reps as the days go on. Late in the week, the special extended bars are shipped from the Motherland by his grandfather Klokov. Finally, he can start maxing out his dead lifts and squats again.
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bfca52 No.15638
>>15632
"Well,I'm not going to dampen his mood." Jōtarō said turning to the girl and promptly focusing his eyes on a certain oversized part of her body.
Suddenly and wordlessly Jōtarō struck out towards her chest harnessing his training in hokuto shinken and attempted to cop a feel. >>15626
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bfca52 No.15639
>>15632
Hiltama, unfazed, put a hand on her hip while she rubbed the back of her neck.
"Well im glad you feel better Kojo I guess. So will you at le-"
>>15638
Before she finishes a hand touches her chest, and she automatically lashes out at the offender and hits Jo in the face. A sneer crosses her face as she yells "What the hell is your problem?!" with her fist balled up. "You have a problem of some kind?" Her eyes glow as her powers activate…
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bfca52 No.15640
>>15639
[GM clarifying how Magical Girl Transformations work]
Hiltama is surrounded in a strange light as her clothes white-out and then vanish like peeling paint as magical energy courses through them. For several seconds, >>15638 and >>15626 can make out Hiltama's nude form before her magical clothing conceals her more intimate parts.
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bfca52 No.15641
| Rolled 99 (1d100) |
>>15639
"HOW DARE YOU STRIKE AN INNOCENT!? AS A BRINGER OF JUSTICE, I KOJO MONOMOLONOTOROKO WILL STOP YOU IN YOUR TRACKS. I, HOWEVER, RECOGNIZE THAT HE ALSO STRUCK YOU, AND WILL NOW PROCEED TO FIGHT BOTH OF YOU, SO AS TO BRING BALANCE TO THIS COMBAT!" Kojo strikes a genuine fighting pose, different from the his usual 'heroic pose'. In this pose, Kojo actually has a level of competence about him. His arm takes on its laser cannon form. He aims it at the two across the hall. He quickly looks around to see if any other students are around AND WATCHING before firing at the two students that had approached him. Kojo did not understand WHY it was a possibility, but he may very well have a nosebleed right now. [Nosebleed Roll]
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bfca52 No.15642
| Rolled 53, 52 = 105 (2d100) |
Name: Jenni Calicott [Nome de guerre: “Harvester”]
Gender: Female
Race: American [White]
Age: 18
Fluff: Jenni fought in the ill-fated Cascadian secessionist movement of 2036-2039 and is quite keen to recount her experiences when pressed. According to her, after some lionization of the movement from her older sister Pheobe, she joined the movement at mere 13 years old with some strategic lies and omissions. Soon after, Jenni found herself in hard combat against state paramilitaries and national guard. After being captured and escaping repeatedly, Jenni developed a reputation as both a terrorist and hardened rebel. As the fighting continued and the weight of the federal government moved to recapture Seattle and Portland, increasingly brutal methods were adopted by the movement: Jenni personally ordered the deaths of prisoners, collaborators, and other traitors as befitting the failing insurrection. By that point several years had passed and Jenni had developed something of a reputation not only as a criminal and terrorist, but, also, as a vicious killer. After the defeat, Jenni's superior skills helped her flee to Canada where she was approached by an odd recruiter.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 11(15)]
Skills: [Small Arms] [Guerilla Warfare]
Reputation: War Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Anklet]
Clubs: Strategy Club
Relationships: [Jeannot Christophe, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Moko M. - Friend] [Lucy - Friend?]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
If The Uniform Don't Fit, You Must Fidget - Something just doesn't seem RIGHT about how your uniform fits your body, especially when you're trying to interact with your peers. Your constant efforts to adjust defects that aren't there can sometimes help or hinder your interactions, depending upon the target.
Forged in War - You've seen friend and foe alike killed by everything from knives to precision air strikes. Corpses and gore don't bother you, nor does the idea that your death may be an instant away. Combat almost seems natural, and you gain a minor bonus to all combat rolls.
Murderous Aura - The blood of your victims hasn't quite washed away from your spirit. You cause [FEAR] to any humans capable of viewing auras.
They Weren't Even Human - Jenni still believes that her victims weren't human, having ceded all of their rights and freedoms. That doesn't stop the nightmares and flashbacks, however. Every 3 turns, roll 1d100 to see how this effects her.
Status: [Dreams of Happier Times - Your first roll per turn gets +5 until your next eccentricity roll.]
–
Actions [practice at boxing club; study in Lucy's/Moko's Rooms]
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1. Jenni practices her combat moves at boxing club. She's not very good at initially, but she stays at it. She tries to train with Lucy whenever she can – Lucy seems to know more about this "punching" thing than her… [practice at boxing club][+5]
2. Jenni is unnerved by the opposition group and formulates a plan. She packs her things in her room and heads over to Lucy's room. Quite unexpectedly, Jenni shows up at Lucy's room and starts sleeping on the floor. She also travels with Lucy wherever possible, but also occasionally stays in Moko's room to minimize the tension. She figures that they wouldn't mind very much and would otherwise understand. [Study in Lucy's/Moko's rooms]
She figures if that doesn't work, she can just try to stay in public areas. The important thing is that she's trying to break her routine and stay out of sight.
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bfca52 No.15643
| Rolled 24, 65 = 89 (2d100) |
1. Spend some time skimming the text books and other material that will be handed out during the first few classes. Knowing what to expect during a course will make actually learning much, much easier.
2. Train with Wasswa. +5
http://pastebin.com/30hMJFMm
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bfca52 No.15660
| Rolled 70, 21 = 91 (2d100) |
>>15443
Name: Else Webber
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 16
Fluff: The modern world doesn't just need people who can fight. It needs people who can survive. For every unknowable horror slain, humanity runs the risk of another of its defenders falling as well. That's where the Combat Medics come in. They keep the other heroes alive, so they can fight the good fight. No simple parasurgeon will cut it these days, though. A Combat Medic has to be able to heal otherwise grievous wounds in minutes, even seconds, and they have to defend themselves as well from the rigorous attack of their foes on the field. Many are mystic martials and technosavants, or Magical Girls spreading their healing light with a creepily wide smile. Not so with Else. She was mundane in seemingly every way. What set her apart was two factors. One, her aptitude for the body and how to treat it was considerable, almost an innate knowledge of anatomy to make her job easier. Two, her parents were very wealthy, old money types who could easily afford to get her into the school regardless of magical or technical skill. Having been teased of this latter fact often in the school, Else has vowed to prove her talents, show that she isn't just some useless rich brat. She'll achieve something good for humanity one day, whether humanity expects it or not. After all, behind every valiant hero is the dedicated bastard keeping them alive.
Archetype: Badass Normal
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Skills: [Medical Knowledge] [Agility]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [Nano-Medical Kit] [10 credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Where Does It Hurt? - Else is a skilled medic. Though she can't bring back the dead or get the critically wounded fighting at full strength, she gains a massive bonus to life-saving critical care, even during the heat of combat.
Assumed Rich Brat - People think your parents are the only reason you're here, and you know it. Will you prove them wrong, or die trying?
>>15591
1 - Else, having been somewhat lax at the start of the year for reasons unexplained, decides she needs to pick up the pace. How is she ever going to develop her talents if she doesn't practice and study?
[Study for Martial Prowess 102]
2 - [Study for Anatomy and Physiology]
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bfca52 No.15661
| Rolled 49, 68 = 117 (2d100) |
>>15634
Else pauses in her walk through the hallway as she sees a wounded man… woman? Huh. Hard to tell. But it's always good to try and network early on.
"Hey, you feeling alright?" She approaches the witch "Looks like you've been patched up, improperly I'm afraid."
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bfca52 No.15662
| Rolled 82 (1d100) |
>>15640
>>15639
As Jōtarō was struck in the face he shrugged it off like nothing happened and responded"Nah just wondering if those were real they looked kinda fake…anyways seeing as how both of you have picked a fight…I have no choice,but to accept." Jōtarōs hands instinctively flew up in a taichi like pose as he caught a glimpse of the girls nude form possibly getting a nosebleed in the process.
[Nosebleed Roll]
>>15639
>>15640
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bfca52 No.15669
>>15665
>>15666
>>15667
hmm...
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bfca52 No.15675
>>15667
Angrily Hiltama punches the ground with her most powerful force spell meant to strike both opponents before stomping off towards elsewhere silently while her clothes change back. (Mentally) "Last time I talk to those two little shits!"
As she was already annoyed she acted rasher than normal, though she definitly did not like the boob grab.
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bfca52 No.15676
>>15667
>>15675
"It's too late to talk your way out of this. You've already sealed you fate in this fight against me." Kojo held a somewhat stern face as he fired off lasers at both of the other two. Using his recently added spring shoes and their dubious functionality, Kojo attempted to fling himself backwards and down the hallway at a speed that would keep him out of range of the enemies and allow for him to utilize his ranged blasts. The boy was clearly a physical fighter, and couldn't do much if Kojo kept his range. The other one, clearly a magical girl, had unknown magic that needed to be avoided at all costs. Range and speed would hopefully allow for some level of defense here. [COMBAT ROLL][ATTACKING BOTH]
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bfca52 No.15678
| Rolled 100 (1d100) |
"Alright jokes over..now I'm pissed." Jōtarō said as he reflexively attempted to dodge and rush at the boy that just shot at him. If he successfully closed the distance he would follow up with a hyakuretsu ken straight to the face not that he wanted to mind you,but it was pretty much self defense now and there was nothing he could do.
[combat roll] [attacking kojo]
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bfca52 No.15679
>>15665
[GM Meta: Please to not delete COMBAT rolls under any circumstance. All such cases will automatically count as a nat 1, including THIS ONE.]
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bfca52 No.15683
>>15621
Moko stands off awkwardly, looking at the girl from behind drooping eyes as she greets Lucy. She seems quite diminutive and strangely off putting for a girl her senior, standing below her and radiating a sort of gloomy aura.
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bfca52 No.15687
>>15621
Lucy looks to see yet another short girl approach her. However, like that other guy, it was very clear what kind of person.
This one was a magical girl.
But, she seemed friendly enough, certainly to Jenni.
"My name is Lucy" says the beefed up figure, reaching out to extend her hand in another trademark 'full body lift handshake'. "glad to meet someone else actually friendly to me and Jenni."
>>15607
"Drinking buddy"
Now THAT put's a smile on Lucy's face.
"Hell to the fuck yes girl, call me in any fucking day."
>>15606
>>15642
"So what's this about Jenni?"
Lucy picks up the newspaper and begins to read, although the headline's have her eyebrows scrunch up right away.
She keeps looking back and forth at Jenni, as though she's having a hard time conceptualizing the girl in front of her with the one in the paper. But there's no doubt about it, that is Jenni's face and name right in black and white.
Lucy holds the paper in her fist, and then turns to Jenni. Her hands are at her sides, and she stare's at Jenni with a stern look.
Her mouth opens and she speaks.
"Well. . .tie me up and fuck me sideways, when we first met Jenni I'd never have thought you capable of such atrocity. And I have one fucking thing to say."
Lucy breaks out in a grin.
Hot DAMN girl you make this woman proud. How the hell did you manage to pull this off! Sheeet, I'm a goddamn mercenary, I've worked for crime bosses and war criminals, but everything I've personally done is small fry compared to this" Lucy says, pointing at the paper.
"You have got to tell me all about this over a drink!"
>>15683
"And who's your friend here?" Lucy says, turning to her.
"Jenni said your name is Moko. My name's Lucy, nice ta meet'cha" she says, extending her large palm to Moko.
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bfca52 No.15689
>>15687
[Jenni]
Jenni mumbles to herself as she averts her gaze a little bit. "Uh…yeah…yeah, we can do that. I could use a drink. I haven't had wine since I was on campaign. It helps with the…stress. I mean, I drink whatever, really. We once had a drinking contest with rubbing alcohol to see who would throw up first. I lost, of course."
Jenni seems lost in thought as she moves through her memories. Her fidgeting seems to stop briefly, but then it starts again – she's working on her collar today and her bra strap is visible slightly as she yanks on uniform.
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bfca52 No.15690
>>15591
Name: Lucy
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian (possibly abhuman?)
Age: 20
Fluff: "That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass. Because it's got my name on it and I OWN IT."
Hedonistic, Nihilistic, and Egotistic.
Her parents said her father, a poor Brazilian logger, found her in a strange metallic pod while slashing and burning the rainforest. They claim the pod "spoke" to them and that she was born on some nameless planet that blew up. Lucy doubts these claims and blames the stories on her parents drugs, (though if it was real she'll say the planet blew up because it "couldn't handle her").
As a child it was not very long till it become clear something was different about her. Already by 13 she dwarfed even the of men of the logging camp. Fights with the boys which prevailed her childhood faded not because less because she grew into a beautiful woman but more because they all felt felt the broken bones and cuts were not worth it. Eventually growing ill-content with the pisspoor conditions of the shithole she lived in, she ran away to Rio and lived in the big city.
Though some like to claim she can fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes, this is simply untrue. Her primary feature is her seemingly limitless potential for strength and toughness, an indestructible mass of muscle and bone matched only by an equally indefatigable sense of pride and ego. An ego which would be difficult to uphold if not for the fact that she could quite literally snap a man in half and, if legends are true, headbashed a moving locomotive without breaking a sweat. During her time in the slums of Rio she earned the monicker "The Amazon" or "The Monster of the Faveloa"
Not nearly content with the already powerful body she took it up a notch even further, devoting whatever time she doesn't spend to kicking (and sometimes taking) ass in her leisure time, and hitting the Gym and growing stronger at every opportunity.
But her most striking feature comes from an event in which she (forcibly invaded) a scientific research facility to steal, and then apply, a new type of nanite designed to even further increase her strength and power two-fold. These nanites harden upon exposure to blunt trauma, and provide an additional source of power and strength to her cellular structure, acting as an energy battery. These nanites display itself in the form of dark lines on her body that can be compared to as "moving" tatoo's upon her skin.
With her strength and power her focus is mainly on melee combat and punching enemies, but despite this she still has a love of firepower in particular anything massive, from Big Guns to Big Tanks, and will always take up the opportunity to increase her stockpile of armaments.
Her personal history mostly consists of a series of mercenary work for money and pleasure, and the ever increasing bouts of jail-time. Her belief in life is to be the biggest badass anywhere you lay your eyes on and feel damn good doing it, and letting nothing stand in your way. She takes what she wants and when she wants it. Anything from bank money to streetfood vendors to boys and men. Many a poor soul can claim the scars on his hips, thighs, and back pains to her. Completely indifferent and apathetic to morals, law, and occasionally reason, the only thing she puts of any value is her word. Breaking her word is the one line she refuses to cross, and will go to great lengths to keep it.
Archetype: (choose 1 from below)
to be filled in by GM:
Satus: [Health: 8(15)] [Ego: 8(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]
Reputation: Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Implant][Tactical Bikini]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bikini Mercenary - You're used to taking a beating and dishing one back out, usually for a fist full of dollars or whatever currency the client can muster. Your strength and toughness make you a formidable foe to anyone you can get within your reach, and you'll be damned if you give a single fuck about your clothing getting a little torn up during a fight. Hell, if it wasn't so damned chilly here, you'd probably walk around in a bikini and enjoy the chaos. Minor bonus to strength and toughness. +5 Max HP
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
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bfca52 No.15691
| Rolled 76, 55 = 131 (2d100) |
>>15690
1. Lucy, having learned that this poshy little poodle is actually a real live War Criminal decides to train against Jenni at the boxing club.
Having relied on her strength to suffice for a general lack of skill, she fights like an amateur brawler, taking hits freely but always trying to give them back HARDER with lots of wild swings. It's anyone's guess whether Jenni's history actually makes her the better fighter, but nevertheless Lucy gives it her all.
DIRECT COMPETITION ROLL TO OUTBOX >>15642 AS WE TRAIN TOGETHER
2. All the girls are coming to my filthy room. Welp, you know what this means. . .
BOOZE!
Lucy goes to either intimidate (and/or rob) the nearest Liquor store of, um, everything. Planning to take back as much alcohol to her room as she possibly can.
"You'll be a nice little store owner and 'put this on my tab' she says, knuckles cracking."
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
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bfca52 No.15692
| Rolled 98, 12 = 110 (2d100) |
>>15434
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Kung Fu Hitler
Archetype: Mystic Martial
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 12(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
>Reputation: Fashionable Fascist
>Relationships:
+ [Konstantin - Friend]
+ [Hulk H. - Ideological Rival]
+ [Selma Anke, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Sarah Liane , 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Hanna Schmitz, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
+ [1st Year Uniform]
+ [Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed]
+ [Fashionable Combat Suit]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
+ [Fascism Makes This Look Good] - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
+ [The Sound of Music] - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
>Clubs:
+ Martial Arts
1. Viktor had performed well in the first day of training, but if he truly wanted to remain ahead he would have to continue to do so. While the first years all had fallen to his stunning looks they would certainly not be as easily defeated now that they had seen his fighting style and been able to make their own analysis. Surely they would come prepared and so should Viktor.
While of course training with people his own age and skillset would prove most supportive for his ego he would seek out stronger opponents. Even though he would almost certainly loose Viktor would learn far more and lucky enough for him he knew full well how to make loosing look fashionable as fascist.
2. Konstantin didn't have any time? Oh, uh, uhm, alright then. That was no problem. Surely Viktor's other acquaintances would be able and willing to do something with him? While learning would of course prove a very important aspect Viktor sought to expand his ideological base. Though he hadn't interacted with any Viktor knew full well that there were a number of very insecure people amongst the first years. He would offer them some ideological advice how to look fashionable and how to behave in public like a proper fascist.
This way Viktor would be able to set up his own network of fascists while drawing from an easily influenced pool of people. He would still have time to study later. Probably.
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bfca52 No.15693
>>15591
>>15692
Slight stat fixing
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Kung Fu Hitler
Archetype: Mystic Martial
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 12(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
>Reputation: Fashionable Fascist
>Relationships:
+ [Konstantin - Friend]
+ [Hulk H. - Ideological Rival]
+ [Selma Anke, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Sarah Liane , 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Hanna Schmitz, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
+ [1st Year Uniform]
+ [Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed]
+ [Fashionable Combat Suit]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
+ [Fascism Makes This Look Good] - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
+ [The Sound of Music] - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
>Clubs:
+ Martial Arts
>Credits: 10
>Income:
+ [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
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bfca52 No.15695
>>15687
-~Good lord I think that girl just tried to kill us with a handshake~- Ridiculous, but still please tell the room to stop spinning -~No I think that's just your head~-
>>15683
Gwen gave a weak grin, a little dizzy from the force of the handshake before looking at the gloomy girl, "Wow, what's got you in a rut? You certainly look like you could use a drink."
>>15689
-~Woooh take it off!~- Quiet perverted parasite -~Wow, someone's grouchy, Upset that I might steal her out from under you?~- What!? No you idiot, you know how much I hate perverts, and you're the biggest one I know -~I'm the only one you know, you didn't bother to get to know any others~- Yeah well they weren't stuck in my head. -~Blah blah all I'm hearing is a suspicious denial~- Idiot! I'll find some way to shut you up I swear!
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bfca52 No.15705
>>15661
"I-I-I just t-t-took a few scrapes in a sp-sp-spar. The d-d-octors at the m-medical ward p-patched me up." The you (wo)man is stuttering and appears fairly nervous. Making sure to stay outside of arm's reach.
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bfca52 No.15707
>>15705
"Hey, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you." she raises her hands to show nonviolence, looking concerned. "Name's Else Webber, first-year student and combat medic-in-training. Lemme take a look, eh?"
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bfca52 No.15708
>>15706
"A-a-alright, My n-n-n-name is A-azzy Wilson" The kid is shaking regardless. Almost like s/he's afraid of you.
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bfca52 No.15709
>>15708
Else gives the boy/girl a quick but thorough examination, hoping to calm all that shaking and stuttering. "What's wrong? There's nothing to be afraid of!"
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bfca52 No.15710
>>15709
The kid is still shaking, but it has lessened to a degree. "I-I don't deal with p-people well."
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bfca52 No.15711
>>15710
"Well then." she pats his shoulder, helping him back up again. "We'll just have to work on that, won't we Azzy? What are you majoring in?"
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bfca52 No.15713
>>15711
Azzy takes a breath to steady the mind and body. "Necromancy, the arts and interaction of raising the dead and using darkness and negative energy to harm and debilitate foes, as well as strengthen the self by draining enemies of their vitality." This is said without a stutter or miss-step a first since Else has started talking to Azzy. She likely noticed some marks whorls, swirls and patterns on young necromancer's skin as she was checking up on the wounds, supporting this assertion.
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bfca52 No.15714
>>15713
"Necromancy? Like dead bodies, do you?" She gives him a smug look "Well that's alright, as long as you're using it for good."
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bfca52 No.15717
>>15714
"Y-yes Necromancy, not a fan of d-dead bodies personally, b-but they're u-useful for fighting m-m-monsters. Not l-like the spirits of the d-dead need them, a-at least n-not zombies or sk-skeletons. H-honestly I prefer talking t-t-to the sprits themselves. They're n-nicer than people."
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bfca52 No.15718
>>15717
"I wouldn't say that." she pats him/her on the back. "You just haven't met the right people. You don't think a bag of bones is better than me, do you?"
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bfca52 No.15719
>>15718
Azzy chuckles, though it sounds more like a strangled cry for a moment. The shaking has for the moment stopped. "Skeletons can't speak or think, they're puppets at best. Just shows so few people know what I mean what I say. You're pretty nice, quiet, polite, not trying to stomp my face in. Only Remmy and Macho have talked to me for this long without trying something mean."
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bfca52 No.15720
>>15719
"Come on then, let's get you to your next class. And if anyone tries hurting you or bullying you again, you tell me, alright? I know people who can help out with that."
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bfca52 No.15721
>>15720
Azzy smiles a small smile, something seems….. off about it. "Thanks for the offer Else, but I don't think it'll get that bad, and if it does, I have better ways." Azzy walks off to the next class and Else can't help but feel chilled, for the lack of a better word as the Necromancer walks away.
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bfca52 No.15735
>>15675
>>15676
>>15678
The fight is brief and chaotic as Kojo utilizes his ill-conceived spring shoes, throwing himself into the hallway's drop ceiling and generally making a mess of the hallway. Jotaro takes a glancing laser cannon blast to the chest as he attempts to reach the cyborg, before a blast from behind sends him flying.
Getting to her feet after taking a laser cannon blast send her skidding down the hall, Hiltama takes one look at the pair of tangled up boys at the other end of the now ruined hallway. With an audible 'hmph!', she leaves the scene and allows her transformation to fade.
Kojo quickly disentangles his face from the unconscious Jotaro's buttocks, and decides that he doesn't want to be caught near the destroyed hallway. After all, it wouldn't do for the chosen one to be caught with his face on some other guy's butt in a battle scarred hallway.
Unfortunately for all involved, the Disciplinary Committee and several Faculty Members catch up with them after other students identify those involved.
>All participants lose 1 action this turn due to being lectured about use of magic and laser cannons against other students, and having to help clean up the hallway.
>>15678
>Lose 2 HP, 1 EGO, 1 EDGE
>Your lectures mostly take place in the medical ward, but you're well enough to help fix the hallway.
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bfca52 No.15746
>>15689
>>15695
>>15683
>>15691
Kojo KICKED DOWN THE DOOR to the room. HE WAS VICTORIOUS! HE HAD BROUGHT JUSTICE THIS DAY (even if no one had recognized it but him). He stared into the room. THIS WAS NOT HIS ROOM. He was still a little hazy on the full layout of the school. He had mostly been carrying a map around to find his way. He looked around, unknown faces, aside from… MOKO! HIS NUMBER ONE FAN! "MOKOYOUDONTUNDERSTANDIJUSTBROUGHTJUSTICETHISDAYYOURHEROMETHEGREATKOJOHASVANQUISHEDEVILTHISDAY!" Kojo took a sharp inhale. "And hello to you others as well." He gave a sort of bow, still taking deep breaths. "I, well, kicked in the door to the wrong room."
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bfca52 No.15761
>>15746
[Jenni]
Jenni just sort of stares at the man. She had been studying and her book on "Network Warfare" was about half done. After a few seconds she tilts her head to the side and says: "Aren't you the asshole from the poster?" Her tone is incredulous.
Jenni seems to have her arms crossed in a guarded fashion. She seems annoyed and possibly angry. She fidgets a little with her leg.
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bfca52 No.15769
>>15761
"Oh yeah, my posters! A lot of students have been drawing on them and making… unfavorable additions." Kojo failed to take any hints to the tone in the girl's voice and ignores the swear entirely. Maybe she was one of those people that used swears throughout. She was probably being endearing with it. Yeah! She probably wanted to be friends. "And then there was an incident yesterday, but that actually proved useful in combat. Sorry I'm ranting, what's your name?"
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bfca52 No.15770
>>15746
>>15769
Lucy gets up, the others in the room are able to feel the whoosh of air and hear the ground creak and it's a miracle she barely missed slamming her head on the ceiling.
She is absolutely LIVID.
She reaches out with a tensed arm, veins bulging, her hand wraps around the metallic Cyborg's chest as she lifts him up into the air.
"Who the FUCK are you and why did you kick down my door! I am not fucking paying for this you chickenshit."
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bfca52 No.15777
>>15770
Kojo grew incredibly red. "Haha… Oh wow… such a strong grip…" Kojo sort of flailed for a moment before staring at his captor. She was so STRONG. It was as if she exuded a presence as great as… no, GREATER than his. WHO WAS THIS WOMAN? He was AWE STRUCK. "I, well, you see, I'm Kojo. I, well, thought this was my room. I just got back from a fight and- No, that sounds bad. Y'see, there was this guy and… I'll pay for your door… What… what's your name?" Kojo stared into the eyes of his captor.
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bfca52 No.15778
>>15769
[Jenni]
Jenni's face turns to a scowl. She really doesn't like this guy, whoever he is. She stands and moves to the side of Lucy. Comparatively, Jenni is quite dainty compared to Lucy and she knows it.
>>15770
She turns to Lucy. "Lucy, calm down, he's just a moron, I think."
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bfca52 No.15787
>>15777
If Kojo breathed air, he would have felt it squeezed from his chest, his metallic ribcage creaking and almost cracking a few ribs as Lucy gripped him even tighter.
She pulls Kojo close so he could see every detail on her face, as she stared into his eyes with a glare. Her voice is deadly serious as she speaks to him, her breath hot on his face.
"My name is Lucy.
That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass.
Because if you ever come back here without knocking on my fucking door I am going to RIP OUT YOUR METAL DICK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!"
With one arm throws Kojo out the door, as he slams on his ass and slides until hitting the wall of the hallway with a heavy thud.
"GET OUT!"
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bfca52 No.15789
>>15687
Moko takes Lucy's hand, smiling crookedly. It seems as if she is barely putting any effort into the handshake. "Uh. Like Jenni Said. Pleasure to meet you….?by/cep/ the way, do you work out?" She looks half awake.
>>15695
Moko turns to Gwen, moving like a rusted machine of olden times. Her eyes have rings under them, and she seems to be lacking sleep if her sluggish movements are anything to go by.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I dunno. Can't bother myself to think up a awnser to that, but If I do, I'll tell you." She smiles a skeleton grin, her boney hand taking Gwens. She is far shorter, and her relatively messy hair seems to fit perfectly with her wrinkled and worn shirt. She doesn't seem to unpleasant, but that just seems to be the bare minimum. "But, uh, on the other hand…A bit of liquor is quicker right? Wouldn't mind a…uh, bit, just to get the En/gin/ running, right?" she says as she lets go of the hand.
>>15777
>>15746
>>15770
>>15778
Moko watches for a moment, before a wave of revelation swooces over her. Oh. Right. Kojo, My uh..Other Role model? I suppose thats right. Gosh. Well, uh, better do something about this.
Moko moves towards Lucy, tapping her on the shoulder
"Uh…Lucy, If I can ask..Maybe not hurt him? I mean, I guess I'm..Uh…His fan or something?"
Moko turns to Kojo, shrugging slightly. I mean, he seems pretty humble to me, she thought.
"And I don't think it would be good on me as a fan of his if he gets his uh…Whatever beat in? Maybe he could just, like, pay us off in favors, right?"
Moko thinks of the possibilities. Being carried from class to class. No homework. No needing her bed to get food. All the ways to work LESS.
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bfca52 No.15793
>>15787
[Jenni]
Jenni yells from down the hallway. "PAY US BACK IN BEER OR SOMETHING SHITHEAD!"
>>15787
She turns to Lucy and says: "Good job Luce, that was a really good throw. Did you throw many guys in Rio? That musta been like 10 feet…"
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bfca52 No.15794
>>15787
Frowning slightly, Moko lets loose a weak whistle. There goes those dreams. And there goes Kojo.
"Eh. Oh well. Nice toss anyways…Less Effort on my part to fix.."
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bfca52 No.15795
>>15789
Lucy turns to Moko, her rage having been calmed down somewhat.
"You're a fan of this guy?" She says, turnining again to see Kojo on the floor at the end of the hallway.
>>15793
"Well, I can think of some way he can do us all a favor."
>>15794
Lucy then stares at the shattered pieces of door on the ground, and at how open her room is into the hallway
"Unbelieveable. . .
Moko if you ever see your friend again please teach him some manners? Kicking people's doors in tends to be reciprocated by people kicking your shit in."
>>15793
"Actually yes, I have. It's a very effective intimidation method, and especially useful to get rid of assholes when fighting on roofs. Saves the energy and time of actually beating a guy down.
I've also kicked doors in but that was always on purpose and never my own."
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bfca52 No.15796
>>15778
>>15787
>>15789
>>15793
>>15794
>>15795
Kojo curled up on the halway floor. Lucy… she had defeated him with nothing more than a squeeze… She was so… INTENSE. Who was this woman that was so powerful? After laying on the ground for a minute or so, he shakily brought himself to a stand. "L-Lucy. I, Kojo Monomolonotoroko, apologize for your door. Y-you're strong." Kojo eyes her up and down before continuing. "I'll… I'll find you some alcohol." Kojo takes a step forward, tuning out the others to a degree. "D-do you mind if I stay? I need to… catch my breath."
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bfca52 No.15798
>>15796
Seeing how Moko was looking at Kojo and Kojo looking at Moko, Lucy put's two and two together.
("Goddamn what does she see in him anyway?")
"Pfeh" she spits, nonchallantly. "Fine, lick your wounds crybaby.
Beer's a good way to make up for it. But I'm not paying a penny for any of this."
Lucy grumbles and then relaxes, taking a seat and eyeing the cyborg every now and then.
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bfca52 No.15799
>>15795
Moko shrugs, just a bit. Clearly, to Moko at least, Lucy liked this guy. A lot. Better just play along right? Even if it seems like Kojo has no interest in her at all. Clearly.
"Eh. Well..Uh, to be honest, we sorta just met in a hall…He uh, kinda called me his rival…Than his girlfriend, I think? Uh. She said I was too lazy. Which is true, but not the point..The point is hes alright. I can think of other ways he can repay you as well, right?"
She looks a bit lost, before winking lazily with a toothy skeleton grin. Well, if you can call what is essentially a frown LITERALLY upside down a grin.
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bfca52 No.15800
>>15795
>>15796
>>15794
>>15793
Gwen simply lifted an eyebrow at the chaos around her wondering if she shouldn't go somewhere else, there really wasn't anywhere else she could go at the moment though.
-~Are you purposefully surrounding yourself with insanity~- It keeps the shrink away -~If any actual licensed psychiatrist talked to you for a minute you'd be locked up for the rest of your life~-
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bfca52 No.15801
>>15799
("'Girlfriend' well, that about confirms it")
"Oh, you're his girlfriend. Well why didn't you say so?"
>>15796
Lucy turns to Kojo, cracking her knuckles
"I hope you don't mind Moko, but I'm planning to a nice long 'chat' your boyfriend, okay?"
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bfca52 No.15802
>>15798
>>15799
>>15800
Kojo sits himself in the corner, watching Lucy. "I-I just fought and sent a kid to the infirmary you know. I'm not a crybaby… Where are you going to take me to chat?" Kojo grinned slightly. Time alone with Lucy!? Did she like him!? Kojo blushed lightly.
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bfca52 No.15805
>>15802
Gwen noticed the blushing and heard his words and she growled quietly, thinking about pulling out her bow and smiting down the pervert.
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bfca52 No.15806
>>15801
Eyebrows rise. Wow. She is moving in fast. I guess with a size that big, what ever she wants, she takes. By force, I can infer. But hey, who am I to actually stop true love..Or any sort of love?
….You know, I can't but feel that I messed up that last sentence.. What did I do wrong? Eh. Whatever. I am sure it'll workout, Moko thought to her self.
"Uh..Yeah, just uh…Don't get too rough, okay..Heh?" She shrugs slightly, before going back to lay on her bed…or what ever cushion is closest.
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bfca52 No.15807
| Rolled 80, 74 = 154 (2d100) |
[Lilian]
1. Hit that rhythmic gymnastics class.
2. Try programming a new spell or 2 on my CAD.
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bfca52 No.15808
>>15802
Sometime later, Lucy dragged Kojo by the collar to a backalley and then slams him against the wall again, the back of his human head ringing.
Once again, she puts her face close and speaks.
"So, you think you know how to hurt people?" she says. As she holds him up against a wall with one hand, she grips his human right hand between her pinky and ring finger but it may as well have been a metal vice, and pulls up the arm against the wall almost contorting it, as though it would pop out his shoulder.
She get's into his face again.
"You will be a good boyfriend to Moko" she states menacingly "I swear, if you so much as hurt her or hurt her feelings."
Lucy squeezes her fingers tight until she feel's one of his fingers dislocate, and then squeezes to pop it back.
"I will find ways to make every part of your body feel nothing but endless pain."
Lucy slams him on the ground and leaves him there, to recover from the 2nd slamming of his night, and walks away.
"Go to your room. Do not visit us again tonight."
She is so fucking done with this clown for a whole day. She'd tell Moko he went to his room for the night.
But she also had to confirm something else. She wasn't about to leave Moko in the hands of someone violent.
She needed to go to the infirmary to see how robot boy put someone else in there.
>>15678
"Excuse me, nurse" says Lucy.
"I'm looking for a Jōtarō Arakawa"
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bfca52 No.15809
>>15808
*Lucy says to the nurse in the medical ward, who'd lead her to him.
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bfca52 No.15810
>>15807
>>15808
Kojo did not return to his room, as Lucy had commanded, instead, he headed to Lilian's room. He needed to visit Lilian before this maelstrom of lies became too much for him. He knocked on her door once, trying to put on a nice smile for her.
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bfca52 No.15812
>>15805
>>15793
Moko winces as she watches Lucy drag Kojo away, for what she thought was going to be a very rough session of Snu-Snu. Slightly shrugging, she turned back to the other girls, her hands in her pockets.
"So, Do we uh…What were we doing? Drinks right? Do we have those?" Moko asked curiously. Perhaps it was time to party hard? Was this even a party? There was no music. But there were drinks right? "Uh..I've never been to a party.. before….heh.." she said, reclining into her pillow.
She had never had this many people in her room before. Of course, the moutains pillows and blankets, along with the well stocked mini-fridge and Large TV might have helped. Not a lot of space to work, but as a chill out place, there was few better.
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bfca52 No.15813
>>15810
Lilian opened the door and her expression brightened marginally as she saw her beloved Kojo. After all, what could be more wonderful than a visit from her dearly belove`ed?
"Oh, Kojo, how wonderful it is to SEE you! How have you been? What have you been up to?" she asks expectantly.
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bfca52 No.15814
>>15808
Jōtarō sat alone in the room they had confined him to for the week…apparently he had internal bleeding..he didn't know for sure though all he knew was his head hurt like a motherfucker and had only now just dulled down to light droning. He had been reading an erotic doujin to pass the time as well as trying to muster up the strength he could to continue his studies and training,but the training wasn't going to well. As he was reading he heard the door to what may as well have been his prison-cell open. "Hello? Who's there?" He called out darting his eyes away from his doujin and focusing at the door,while he darted his right eye up as his left was still covered up with that bandage.
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bfca52 No.15815
>>15813
Kojo strikes a pose. "LILIAN! MY WONDERFUL GIRLFRIEND! I HAVE MADE A VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! I FEEL I AM HOLDING YOU BACK, PREVENTING YOU FROM YOUR TRUE POTENTIAL! I AM BREAKING UP WITH YOU, SO AS TO LET YOU PROSPER!"
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bfca52 No.15822
>>15812
>>15793
Gwen looked at Moko for a moment, well if she wanted to date a colossal moron like that meathead it was her choice. She stood and said, "Yeah I got something, I'll be right back."
With that she left to go to her room to get the bottle of decent brandy she had there.
-~Gonna waste that on those two eh?~- Shut it, so what if I am? -~Oh I just figured you'd want to save it for that smokin' officer from the night before~- Fucking perverted parasite I have no interest in Captain Mitsuko as anything more than a drinking buddy, like the other two girls in that room. -~Uh-huh which is why you were staring at the 'war criminal' when she was fidgeting with her shirt~- SHUT IT!
A crimson blush lit up Gwen's cheeks as she shook her head to dislodge the image planted there by the perverted spirit attached to her soul.
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bfca52 No.15823
Utterly devestated, Lilian breaks out into tears and attempts to embrace Kojo.
"BUT KOJO? HOW COULD WE LET THIS HAPPEN!? HOW CAN I PROSPER WITHOUT /YOU/ IN MY LIFE? OH KOJOOOOOOOhohoh!" Tears well in her eyes and Lilian is shattered. Her love of her life she had met but days before, breaking up with her.
She was completely and utterly
>devastated.
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bfca52 No.15826
>>15823
Kojo allowed her embrace. He stopped his shouting and spoke with a softer tone, "It will… be okay. We can still be friends." Kojo cringed as she pressed against his chest, still hurting from Lucy. "I know you're destined for great things. You're going to go on to achieve great things as a techno magician. I want you to aspire to be the best techno magician you can be, and I promise everything will be okay."
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bfca52 No.15827
>>15826
"Oh KOJO, how COULD you! NOOOO!" Breaking off her embrace, Lilian runs down the hallway sobbing in search of the nearest girl's bathroom, opting to forgo just returning to her room as it felt less true to her emotions at the time.
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bfca52 No.15830
>>15827
Kojo watched her run. He hurt, and not just because of the damage caused by Lucy. Kojo decided to return to the room with several girls. He stood outside the door for a minute before letting himself in. He had busted the lock with his previous burst of strength. He continued to hurt. He stood in the doorway, just staring at Moko. He tried to search for the words he needed to say, but found none.
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bfca52 No.15831
>>15827
Gwen is startled when she's nearly run over by a girl in tears on her way to her room. Stumbling a bit and trying to get her bearings she looks at the girl as she runs to the bathroom crying, weighing her options she decided to follow the girl, she might need help after all. -~Your bleeding heart is showing~- Or there might be a pervert to punish -~There's the Gwen I know~- Quiet.
She opened the door of the bathroom and looked for the crying girl.
"Hey, you allright?"
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bfca52 No.15832
>>15812
>>15822
[Jenni]
Jenni watches Gwen leave. She starts salivating. It's been about a year since she's had a drink.
"We'll see what she comes up with. Hopefully it's bourbon. Or scotch. Really, anything is good." Jenni seems to have a hungry look on her face and looks eager in a way that's ..sort of unsettling. She pulls on her pant leg and she sits with her back against the room wall, waiting. She seems very calm. "Moko, you don't drink very much right? Yeah, probably not."
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bfca52 No.15835
>>15830
[Jenni]
Jenni snaps out of her delerium. "What the fuck are you doing here? Do you have beer or not?"
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bfca52 No.15836
>>15830
Moko is still sitting in her beanbag, yawning a bit as she waits for Gwen to return. She was about to actually go and put some effort into getting some drinks when she saw Kojo standing in the door way. Raising her eyebrow, she thought after Lucy had her way with him, he wouldn't be able to walk. Guess that cyborg body is pretty durable afterall.
"Uh…Kojo? What are you doing here?"
She seemed a little confused.
"Where's lucy? Was she uh, going easy on you?"
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bfca52 No.15837
>>15835
>>15836
Kojo looked at the girl he had yet to learn the name of. "I'll- I'll get it soon. I'm gonna need some time before finding someone that has it."
He looked over at Moko, silently walking over before sitting himself beside her. He sat silently for a minute or so before finally finding something to say. He whispered to her, "I… I need a favor. I know we aren't very close, but… your friend… Lucy-" Kojo paused at the name. Its mention brought forth certain… emotions, "-She thinks you and I are… dating. She threatened to hurt me if I mistreated you. I was going to ask if you'd help… maintain the charade." Kojo was blushing, but his face was one of pain.
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bfca52 No.15838
>>15831
"No!" she sobs. "My one true love, Kojo–I'm sure you've seen his face, he put those posters up everywhere–he, he's DUMPED me!" Turning her tear-laden eyes, mascara running, she looks up at Gwen.
Slowly her eyes traced the girl's sleek form, her compassionate question stirring something deep within Lilian.
"S-sorry to meet you like this. My name's Lilian, L-lilian LeStrange." She does her best to offer a meek smile in spite of tears.
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bfca52 No.15839
>>15838
"Gwen Masters, This Kojo guy kind of tall, bulky, has a real problem with shouting? I suppose he's as thickheaded as he looks if he'd dump someone as lovely as you," Gwen said as she looks at Lilian and grabs a nearby paper towel to clean off her face continuing, "Such a pretty thing shouldn't be crying for something so worthless, and he clearly is worthless for such a despicable act."
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bfca52 No.15840
>>15837
Moko's eyebrows extend upwards, to a point that she didn't think was possible due the to the laws of physics, or her own lazyness. This was new. Uh. Okay. This is weird. WAY TOO WEIRD.
Uh. What did this mean. Crap. CRAP. Does this mean…Oh god. Is this a elaborate charade on his part to avoid Lucy? OR…Why would Lucy do this? Unless….Unless she WANTED Moko to act as her own sort of transfer link of emotions! Of course! That makes sense in the easiest way possible! If I act as Kojo's girl Friend, than I can help Lucy figure out a better way to his heart by learning all his secrets and passing them along to her. Obviously, this is the most logical choice.
Moko, externally, looked locked in deep thought, her eyes even more closed than usual. Leaning back with a sigh, she nodded.
"Sure." was her simple response. Clearly, Lucy was a clever duck indeed. She sniffed, as she took a sip from the Coke can next to her. But…There was something she needed to address if she was going to be studying this boy.
"Uh…So…Hate to say this but… Uh… I've never had a boyfriend before…" she said quietly, craning her head ever so slightly to Kojo.
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bfca52 No.15842
>>15839
"Y-you really think so? Heh, I'm so stupid I got wrapped up in his whole tragic chosen-but-not-but-being-chosen-one-y-anyway shtick." Lilian shudders a bit and stands up.
"Nice to meet you, Gwen," she offers a hand, then retracts it thinking better of it.
"Maybe I should, uh, take care of this and we can talk somewhere else? I don't know where either of my two friends here are right now, and I'd really rather not be," she hesitates a moment, "alone, right now."
While she does her best to remain composed, Lilian finds herself conflicted in a torrent of emotions. Who was this Gwen? Why had Kojo left her? Was it ANOTHER WOMAN? Or perhaps he was SECRETLY GAY? Whatever it was, she silently vowed to get to the bottom of this as she washed the tears, makeup, and general misery from her eyes. Her hands squeaky clean, she whirled around to face Gwen.
"There!" she extended her hand in offering of handshake yet again. "Lovely to meet you, Gwen."
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bfca52 No.15843
>>15842
"You're right, someone like you doesn't deserve to be alone," Gwen said with a smile as she took Lilian's hand gently.
-~Wooh, go girl, use what I taught you~- If you don't shut up I'm going to go join a nunnery and take several vows of chastity and celibacy. -~Not a peep~-
"Shall we stop by my room? I'm sure we can wash off the rest of the makeup that hides your beauty."
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bfca52 No.15844
>>15840
Kojo stares back at Moko, meeting her slight gaze. "If you're not comfortable with it, I don't want to push you into anything, y'know? I know I have to look out for others' feelings too. I'm just… scared." He attempts a sort of half grin as he puts a hand on Moko's shoulder, attempting to turn her towards him.
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bfca52 No.15845
>>15843
"Hah, gee, thanks–y'you think it's a bit much?" she indicates her face, then shakes it off. No reason to ruin a good minute. It was a nice compliment, after all.
"Sure, I'd love to! Gee, it's all been so hard, since I left the state–well, America." She sighed. More sad memories. Summoning what emotional endurance she had left, Lilian left the bathroom with Gwen looking not back on the painful memories but forwards in the hopes of a future free of egotistical douchebags who loved their own bodies more than her.
Besides, Gwen was hot as fuck.
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bfca52 No.15846
>>15844
[Jenni]
Jenni just stares on in horror and disgust. Eventually when Kojo makes contact with Moko, she stands up and points her finger.
"MOKO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HE BROKE THE FUCKING DOOR! I MEAN LOOK AT THE FUCKING THING!"
Jenni walks over to the door and pushes on it. It's nearly off the hinges and makes a noise like creaking wood, metal, and grinding point. "SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK!"
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bfca52 No.15847
>>15845
"So, what is it that you do?" Gwen said as they neared her room, quickly thinking to make sure that there wasn't anything she'd need to hide quick, but no she was pretty sure she was good.
"As for the makeup on your face, there should be no need for one such as yourself to hide a face as pretty as yours with product, and anyone that would ask you to is clearly blind or has never truly looked upon you."
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bfca52 No.15848
>>15844
She ponders for a moment as she lets kojo place a hand on her shoulder. Man. This will be a whole lotta work. Shit. God dammit. Man, if Lucy wasn't so shy…Why do I have to do all the hard stuff? Ugh. You think a Girl that bold would be able to do this on her own…
"Yeah. I'm cool with bein' your girlfriend and all, I guess, if only for your sake-"
And at that moment, Jenni walked in.
>>15846
"Oh shit Jenni is pisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss[The s's continue off the screeen and into soren's builder]."
She looks up at her with a mixture of apology and guiltyness. This was getting out of hand.
"Uh. Right. Lemme explain? Ugh. Right."
Moko brushes off Kojo, and gestures for Jenni to follow her out into the Hallway.
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bfca52 No.15850
>>15847
"Hehe, gee, thanks," Lilian says, attentively removing her makeup. "Well, I'm here because I'm a Class 1 Techno Mage–it was my one-way ticket out of the states. As for other stuff, I, uh," she twiddles her fingers a bit, make-up removed. She turns to face Gwen.
"Like video games? Other than that I like the gym, sometimes I code spells for fun and, uh," she laughs a bit, "I mostly just have l-lots of feelings. Heh." She smiles and looks deep into Gwen's eyes, trying to gauge her reaction to see if she'd just made herself out to be an emotional nutcase.
"What about you?" she quickly asks. In the process she slides a bit closer to Gwen, brushing her knee.
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bfca52 No.15851
>>15848
[Jenni]
Jenni has a visibly disgusted look on her face. She appears to be utterly incredulous, but follows Moko outside.
She scowls slightly and takes a sterner posture. She's not twitching, which strikes you as strange.
"Can you please explain this to me? I mean, the guy from the poster? Really? Jesus Moko, have some fucking dignity."
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bfca52 No.15852
>>15848
>>15846
Kojo just lays on the floor, unsure what emotions he should be feeling. He actually did feel a bit better with Moko being his girlfriend. He did feel guilty about breaking up with Lilian, but, somehow he hadn't truly felt strongly about the relationship. Kojo just continued to lay on the floor, waiting for something to happen.
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bfca52 No.15853
>>15851
Moko takes a deep breath. This is gonna be tricky.
"Alright, Okay. This is gonna be hard to explain: Okay. Basically, Lucy likes this guy, I think. I can kinda tell, I think. However, I /think/ for some reason she wants me to check him out. So, basically, he dragged him off to interrogate. I thought she was..Uh, you know, gonna just take it right there…But, uh, apperantly, Lucy decided that if he wasn't kind to me as…my boyfriend, then he was gonna break his face in. So, uh, Basically, I think Lucy wants me to inspect him for something, tell her about it, have me break up with him, than swoop in for him herself. I think. Maybe."
She Shrugs.
"Basically, from what he is saying is, is if that he doesn't date me, Lucy is gonna hurt him. bad. And I think she'll do that /because/ Lucy likes /him/" moko explains.
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bfca52 No.15854
>>15850
"Me? I'm a veteran magical girl, it's really nothing special, just another delusional girl who had dreams of grandeur as a child, as for my likes, well, I have to say that I rather enjoy staring at works of art," Gwen said as she stared into Lilian's eyes with a smile, placing her hand on Lilian's thigh before continuing, "Feelings are not something I'm good at unfortunately, but maybe you can help me with that, could we start now?" With those words she leaned a bit closer to Lilian, lips parted slightly, moving slowly closer.
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bfca52 No.15855
>>15853
[Jenni]
Jenni just sort of stands there with her mouth agape with a mixture of horror and digust. It looks like she's eaten a dead rat or something. A sneer slowly creeps across her face and her teeth grow increasingly visible as the weight of the horror now being quantified. A thousand tiny atrocities seem to play across her eyes as she emits noise of disgust in horror in low pitch.
Jenni eventually breaks into a proper sentence. "THE DOOR. THE DOOR MOKO. HE BROKE. THE DOOR. MAKE HIM LEAVE." She sighs and makes fists with both of her hands before craning up to the ceiling and screaming "UGHHHHHHHH."
She eventually regains her composure. "Fine, fine, I'm leaving. You can fuck around with or whatever, I don't want the drink that badly, I'm going to go talk to a squirrel or something. Moko, I'll catch you later. Try not to bring captain moron with you."
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bfca52 No.15856
>>15854
Lilian, the veteran of many a teenage'd tussle with the emotionally ill-adjusted, instinctively parted her own lips and slid closer, running her knee between Gwen's legs and pressing her thigh into the other girl's groin.
Lilian sprung swiftly, one hand on Gwen's neck, the other grabbing the back of her head. She dove in with her lips as she pressed her body forwards.
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bfca52 No.15858
>>15855
Moko looks down, a bit in shame. This was getting out of hand. Seriously? Ugh. So much dam work.
"I..I'm sorry Jenni. I..Just…Sorry..I'll fix it…I promise.."
Moko looks a tad bit darker, her aura of uncomfortably seemingly growing. She mopes back into the room, sitting down alone and afar from Kojo. She looks…Almost zen-like in her depression, as faint shimmers seem to bend around her. Moko looks towards Kojo.
"Look. Ugh. Fine. Get out. I need to think about this, alright? People are getting pissed over nothing."
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bfca52 No.15859
>>15858
Kojo gets off the floor and nods, though lacks a his usual smile, forced or otherwise. "Alright. I understand. Come find me whenever you want." Kojo reaches into his pocket, producing a pen and pencil. He writes his room number on the paper and hands it to Moko. "I really am sorry about all of this…" Kojo returns to his room, head down.
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bfca52 No.15860
| Rolled 8 (1d100) |
>>15856
"That was great," Gwen said as she pushed Lilian down onto the bed, "Why don't you show me more?"
She smirked as she lowered herself onto the prone girl beneath her.
[Rollin sexy times because why not, otherwise we're writing porn instead of making the GM write porn :D]
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bfca52 No.15862
| Rolled 7 (1d100) |
>>15860
Somewhat bored, Lilian slides below her new best friend and commences
>[Operation Takeout]
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bfca52 No.15867
| Rolled 19 (1d100) |
Testing Alexei's innate powers
Nat100 incoming
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bfca52 No.15868
[Jenni]
Jenni starts wandering around campus. Eventually she winds up in the infirmary and starts reading people's injury sheets at the foot of their beds. She's not even sure how she got in. Her arm twitches a little.
"Jo…taro…huh".
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bfca52 No.15869
>>15859
Moko takes the number in her hands, which are both slightly trembling. This is what she gets, huh? All this hard work and shit. What is Jenni's deal anyways? Why does she care! Its MY wall anyways! Infact…
As Moko watches Kojo walk down the hall, she turns to the shattered door, before bring her arm up with impressive speed. Chains blitz out of the wall, binding together the door once more until it is back into some sort of functional state. exhausted at the effort, and Sighing to herself, she trudged off to go find Gwen or Lucy, her hands put almost angrily shoved into her pocket.
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bfca52 No.15870
| Rolled 95 (1d100) |
Testing Jotaro's luck brace for high roll.
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bfca52 No.15872
>>15860
Moko stomped through the hallways, visibly angry, as her frustration grew more and more as Gwen and Lucy evaded her. Dammit! How in the hell could this day get worse! This was spoused to be a simple, easy day! No work, no fuss! But did that work out? Uh, of course not!
It was than that she heard the moaning. Pausing, she looked over to the door the sounds came from. Pausing a moment, she listened in for a moment. Two kids going at it? Ugh..Whata a was-
"Gwen!"
Wait. A. Minute. I know that voice. And I know that name. And those two are going together far worse than I could imagine. Suddenly, as if on a impulse, she pushed the door aside, looking at the scene infront of her.
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bfca52 No.15873
>>15868
"ok i'm not even going to question how you got in here..damn if secs that lax I could probably stroll on out of here,anyways uh care to tell me what you're doing here?" Jōtarō said looking up from his doujin straight at the girl. "Meh nevermind could you help me with this?" He says pointing at the bandage over his left eye.
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bfca52 No.15876
| Rolled 81 (1d100) |
Rolling for suave vs moko
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bfca52 No.15877
>>15873
[Jenni]
"Yeah…hold on." She adjusts the bandage a bit and cranes over him. She doesn't seem to be bothered by this for some reason. She smells like lavender and whistles a little as she tampers with the bandage. "Yeah, okay, it's fixed now. These bandages are kinda bullshit."
Jenni then straightens her posture and leans back. "How did you get that, anyway? Were you out on mission or something?" Jenni tries to look for a uniform, but she draws a blank. "….No, you were fighting, I bet." She looks at Jotato with some interest. "A big fight."
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bfca52 No.15878
>>15872
>>15872
Gwen let out an eep as she heard the door open and rolled off Lilian onto the floor, bow already in hand, almost completely in the nude. She blinked a moment before smiling and saying, "Oh, hey Moko, what's up? You look like you could use a drink and some relaxation, I'm sure Lilian wouldn't mind one more, would you?." She pulled out the bottle of decent brandy she had been given and set it on the desk as she looked at lilian with a gleam in her eyes.
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bfca52 No.15879
| Rolled 39 (1d100) |
"Oh!" Lilian says, a wee bit embarrassed and covering herself with a pillow. "It's you! I think I have juuuust the thing to give you some motivational thoughts!"
>raouling for 3way performance
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bfca52 No.15880
>>15877
"Oh you mean the one over my eye?..I don't like to..talk..about…it…I..guess you could say..it..was a big fight…." Jōtarō says solemnly with hints of regret. "Anyways uh what are you doing here? I've never seen you before, I'm sure i'd remember a face as pretty as yours. So would you care to tell me your name?" Jōtarō says softly as he looks up and down the girls figure sizing her up.
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bfca52 No.15881
>>15877
"Oh you mean the one over my eye?..I don't like to..talk..about…it…I..guess you could say..it..was a big fight…." Jōtarō says solemnly with hints of regret. "Anyways uh what are you doing here? I've never seen you before, I'm sure i'd remember a face as pretty as yours. So would you care to tell me your name?" Jōtarō says softly as he looks up and down the girl's figure sizing her up.
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bfca52 No.15882
>>15877
>>>15877
>"Oh you mean the one over my eye?..I don't like to..talk..about…it…I..guess you could say..it..was a big fight…." Jōtarō says solemnly with hints of regret. "Anyways uh what are you doing here? I've never seen you before, I'm sure i'd remember a face as pretty as yours. So would you care to tell me your name?" Jōtarō says softly as he looks up and down the girl's figure sizing her up.
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bfca52 No.15883
| Rolled 28 (1d100) |
"Oh!" Lilian says, a wee bit embarrassed and covering herself with a pillow. "It's you! I think I have juuuust the thing to give you some motivational thoughts!"
>raouling for 3way performance
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bfca52 No.15885
Gwen let out an eep as she heard the door open and rolled off Lilian onto the floor, bow already in hand, almost completely in the nude. She blinked a moment before smiling and saying, "Oh, hey Moko, what's up? You look like you could use a drink and some relaxation, I'm sure Lilian wouldn't mind one more, would you?." She pulled out the bottle of decent brandy she had been given and set it on the desk as she looked at lilian with a gleam in her eyes.
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bfca52 No.15886
>>>15877
>"Oh you mean the one over my eye?..I don't like to..talk..about…it…I..guess you could say..it..was a big fight…." Jōtarō says solemnly with hints of regret. "Anyways uh what are you doing here? I've never seen you before, I'm sure i'd remember a face as pretty as yours. So would you care to tell me your name?" Jōtarō says softly as he looks up and down the girl's figure sizing her up.
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bfca52 No.15887
| Rolled 79 (1d100) |
"Oh!" Lilian says, a wee bit embarrassed and covering herself with a pillow. "It's you! I think I have juuuust the thing to give you some motivational thoughts!"
>raouling for 3way performance
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bfca52 No.15900
>>15873
>>15877
Link to fluff thread I guess?
>>15899
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bfca52 No.15915
| Rolled 59 (1d100) |
Name: Hiltama Golie
Gender: Female
Race: Black-Asian(or Blasian)
Age: 22
Fluff: Hiltama is the first born daughter of Jamela Golie and Yuan Golie, her mother black and her father asian. Raised in japan she learned much from botg her parents, taking on her mothers sarcastic and smug attitude with a mix of her fathers laidback and kind attitude. Her family was nice and wealthy, but the wealth wasnt just for her. She has 6 younger brothers, both sets of triplets, and they acted just like boys act. As such she had to be tough and keep them inline, making her more than a bit tomboyish in the progress(despite being a whole LOT of woman)
Unbeknownst to anyone but her she had signed a deal to become a magical girl when she was only 4, and after learning full contact magic she has been mixing it up ever since. She can punch you from scross the room, avatar kick lightning, slice the air with a sword and create blades of air, as long as its physical and she made a possible action with it. Despite this she did not actively use her powers, a part of her afraid of leaving her family behind.
And then disaster struck. Her town was attacked, and in the ensuing chaos she failed to save her parents due to her unwillingness to use her power. Racked with grief, and yet her heart hardened, she protected her brothers for months until finally getting them to safety in another country. Sadly she was not going to be with them. Instead she was going to go to the academy to get stronger. Her brothers cried and begged her not to go, but with tears in her eyes she bade them farewell and joined the academy. Now she seeks to grow strong enough to protect her family, her tomboyish and laidback exterior hiding a heart of gold wrapped in a will of iron.
Archetype: Magical Girl
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Full Contact Force Magic] [Full Contact Elemental Magic]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Reinforced Bra] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Revenge Motivation - Your reasons for being at the Academy drive you more than the average student. You gain a minor bonus to all education rolls, and a minor combat bonus.
Double Edged Sword - Your motivation is powerful, but you must take care to ensure you do not allow yourself to fall to despair and turn what motivates you into that that destroys you.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
1. After that annoying fiasco Hiltama decides to spend her time listening to music while practicing force magic so she can cast two spells at once.
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bfca52 No.15917
| Rolled 22 (1d100) |
Name: Hiltama Golie
Gender: Female
Race: Black-Asian(or Blasian)
Age: 22
Fluff: Hiltama is the first born daughter of Jamela Golie and Yuan Golie, her mother black and her father asian. Raised in japan she learned much from botg her parents, taking on her mothers sarcastic and smug attitude with a mix of her fathers laidback and kind attitude. Her family was nice and wealthy, but the wealth wasnt just for her. She has 6 younger brothers, both sets of triplets, and they acted just like boys act. As such she had to be tough and keep them inline, making her more than a bit tomboyish in the progress(despite being a whole LOT of woman)
Unbeknownst to anyone but her she had signed a deal to become a magical girl when she was only 4, and after learning full contact magic she has been mixing it up ever since. She can punch you from scross the room, avatar kick lightning, slice the air with a sword and create blades of air, as long as its physical and she made a possible action with it. Despite this she did not actively use her powers, a part of her afraid of leaving her family behind.
And then disaster struck. Her town was attacked, and in the ensuing chaos she failed to save her parents due to her unwillingness to use her power. Racked with grief, and yet her heart hardened, she protected her brothers for months until finally getting them to safety in another country. Sadly she was not going to be with them. Instead she was going to go to the academy to get stronger. Her brothers cried and begged her not to go, but with tears in her eyes she bade them farewell and joined the academy. Now she seeks to grow strong enough to protect her family, her tomboyish and laidback exterior hiding a heart of gold wrapped in a will of iron.
Archetype: Magical Girl
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Full Contact Force Magic] [Full Contact Elemental Magic]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Reinforced Bra] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Revenge Motivation - Your reasons for being at the Academy drive you more than the average student. You gain a minor bonus to all education rolls, and a minor combat bonus.
Double Edged Sword - Your motivation is powerful, but you must take care to ensure you do not allow yourself to fall to despair and turn what motivates you into that that destroys you.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
1. After that annoying fiasco Hiltama decides to spend her time listening to music while practicing force magic so she can cast two spells at the same time.
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bfca52 No.16458
>>15624
Successful training? Check. Horribly misdirected attempts to recruit people for fashism? Check. Now what was Viktor to do with this? A great success and a great defeat, to celebrate or not to celebrate it did not particularly matter, for what was either without the ability to share it with a good friend?
Not a lot of people came in question as Viktor did not have many friends. One to be exact. And that friend was Konstantin, so naturally it would be him who would have to listen to Viktor ranting about the other students' unpreparedness his great successes and the almost natural way in which he downplayed his own failiures.
However Viktor would not show up completely empty handed. While he did not exactly know the academy's policies regarding alcohol, Viktor had not broken any rules thus far and was confident that he could get away with smuggling two Scruffbrews onto campus. He would jump Konstantin at the next opportunity and run off with him somewhere they could just relax without being disturbed.
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bfca52 No.16587
>>16458
Konstantin, who was sitting at his meager desk in his spartan room, heard the familiar rhymic goosesteps of his dear friend before he even arrived at his door. He rose and opened the door for his good friend, "VIKTOR, cousin! What is good in the fascist neighborhood?" showing the most emotion he has in the past 4 months "I was just trying to…" he motions towards the books sprawled out on his desk, but in the corner of the room, his holopad broadcasted music softly "….study, but I've been distracted by this great new show, I think you'll love it!" He invites his friend and his liquor in to watch some R-E-I-C-H https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEGeHxF0tF4
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