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[kj1225]

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[Empiricist]

Spoiler: Léone Mercier, Saint of Liars (click to show/hide)

Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light clothing, colorful, conservative, traces of bandages underneath. Pale, doesn't look like she's spent much time under the sun, build is almost sickly, bearing the echos of former frailty. Movements are energetic, jittery almost, and she often bounces slightly even in the midst of conversation, though she quickly falls into a slouch should she fall still.
Background: Mercier's story is about the same as that of so many other poor saps. It all starts with that first symptom, well not the first, but the first that mattered, the one that sent them to a doctor, to a hospital. The start of the little horror show. So in they go, and they wait, they wait for what feels like an eternity, and then they wait some more. Now, if they're lucky, whatever that symptom was has left them completely incapacitated, or at least in far too bad a condition to know what is happening. Most aren't. Mercier can't remember if she was. It's been so long, it's been a blur, and quite frankly, it wasn't exactly her finest moment, not something she remembers, not something she cares to remember. Really, when you even it out, they have it the best. They might not always be aware, but the people who brought them in, the people assessing and working on them, they always are. Aware; lucid, painfully so. What horrid fears must set in when the optimism fades, and the optimism will fade, sooner or later. Tests are conducted. Then they wait. Wait for another eternity. Diagnosis, tears. Prognosis, more tears. Spare a thought for the poor wretch delivering the news. Then they wait. Treatment comes, or what passes for it. The clock is ticking, counting down to midnight. It can't be stopped, not now, not today. But it can be slowed, slowed until it can be fixed. Maybe. Maybe, and until then, there's more waiting. Waiting, you get used to it eventually. These little eternities become your reality soon enough. This isn't a soap opera, this isn't a medical drama, there's no make or break moment, no, that's for the people with treatable conditions, other people, luckier people. Hah, lucky. Bet they don't feel that. How long could she last? Hard to tell. Well, she's a fighter at least. Hah, that's what they all say. Death looms, but it looms far away, always beyond the horizon, always so far away, and salvation with it, a salvation that may never come. Better start praying, hah, she never was the religious type, this, this made she wish she were, but again, she wasn't the religious type, and she couldn't force herself to be either, so no prayers from her, from her father though, well, walking through the ward it sure wasn't easy for him to believe in a God, but when it's your daughter in that bed, you're gonna take whatever odds you can get. What the girl was thinking back then, well, not much, nothing that amounted to much anyway. Listen to music, read, not the classics either, heavens no, non-fiction. Fiction stimulates the mind, provides escape, lets the mind wander, but Léone's could only wander back to what she was, what she had lost, not the cheeriest of thoughts. So it was non-fiction then, non-fiction all the way. Said it was so she could keep herself sharp, keep herself thinking, make sure that when she got of there alive, and as she would reiterate many times, she intended to get out of there alive, she wasn't feeling the effects of missing class. Hah, get out of there alive, if anything she was hoping she'd hurry up and die already. Sure beat the wait, sure beat watching Father suffer, if it's all going to end in tears, then let it end quickly at least. Well, that was the thought at least, and there were many thoughts, some hopeful, some, less than hopeful. Given this much free time, it's hard to stay consistent. The doctors said there was still hope. They were lying. Father said everything would be okay. He was lying. She smiled and said she was okay. She too, was lying. A den of liars, keeping smiles up in the hopes that the smiles wouldn't fade. They knew. He knew. She knew. But the truth hurt, and lying was easier, lying was consistent at least, little else was.

And then, and then that day came. Not the day she thought was coming. Not the day any of them thought was coming. It felt, surreal. It was hard not to, one day she's on her deathbed, well, eventual deathbed at least, the and next, she's up with not a scratch on her, no signs she even had a damn thing plugged into her. They ran tests of course, miracle or not, there's no better assurance than from the hangman himself, or at least the closest proxies. They came back clear, she came back without marks. There was something peculiar about her, an uncanny ability to heal. They took samples, with permission of course. Nothing ever came out of those, they seemed perfectly mundane, perfectly incapable of the miraculous regeneration Léone was exhibiting. There were zoanthropes on the news that day, there were patients being rushed in, and whatever testing they did showed nothing, no danger, no promise either, there wasn't anything they could do for her, and there wasn't anything she could do for them, so they did the only thing they could - they scratched their heads and discharged her. There was a lot of crying that evening.

Soon enough things began to return to how they used to be, that's a lie of course, neither Léone nor her father remembered how things used to be, but this, this was probably close enough. Maybe it really was a miracle, maybe it was something else, neither had the energy to ask. There would be no voice from the heavens, no choir of singing angels, just an inexplicable recovery, and a clean bill of health. Still, Léone always did suspect something, it was hard not to. But why her? What could she do? Was she chosen for something? Or was it just coincidence. She couldn't tell, but if it was intentional, if it was more than mere happenstance, she would repay the favor. Father was smiling again, truly smiling, and so was she, that, that was enough, well maybe not enough, there's more to life, more to happiness than just smiles, but it sure beat the alternative, so if there was a reason behind this, if there was a God, or something close enough to him entrusting her with life, with this power, she resolved to repay them. This, wasn't going to be a matter of belief or zealotry, no, Léone Mercier was not religious, she didn't do belief, she didn't do zealotry, this, this was closer to a lifedebt, a blood oath, and soon enough circumstance would call upon her. Zoanthrope attack. Sudden, random, as per usual. And this time, Léone was caught in the midst, and caught a knife in her hand. A knife from nowhere, a conjuration, a weapon glinting with light that seemed almost heavenly. If there was ever going to be a sign, this would be it. And so she ran forwards. In hindsight, maybe that wasn't the best of ideas. She had the build of someone formerly bedridden and a cute little combat knife, it had chitinous armor and quite the size advantage. Next thing she knew, it was on top of her and caving in her chest cavity for... maybe the sixth time? Maybe seventh. She wasn't quite keeping track. She was planning on escaping after the first time but well, it became quite clear she wasn't getting any deader, not even close, something the zoanthrope couldn't seem to appreciate, and thus something that could buy everyone else time. To be honest, she only tried it again because it was so dreadfully boring, you mightn't think having your chest caved in could get boring, but it really does lose it charm after the first few minutes. This time, things were different. A crucifix of light erupted forth from her hands sending the beast reeling, a burst of speed propelled her heel against its skull, dazed and surprised, it wasn't able to offer too much resistance as she layed into it, not that it could do much, she could hurt it; it could not hurt her, not meaningfully anyway. They were both several feet up into the air when she did it, forced the blade in between its plates, and with one final blast of light, sent it hurtling into its heart. It vanished soon after. She landed and began tending to the wounded, at first trying to bandage them, and then, as the option became apparent, by taking their wounds unto herself. She was smiling then. Smiling so serenely, she looked saintly, even when covered in her own blood. It helped calm them, the wounded, the victims. If she had been more honest, she'd have been grinning.

So that was it then? Not the most informative thing in the world, but she got the gist of things. And if that was the price of life, then so be it; Léone Mercier is not the kind of person to leave a debt unpaid.


Advantage: Stigmata
Mercier's offensive melee and mobility descriptors rise as she takes more and more damage. There is no real limit to this, though it will of course reset when the battle is over.

Stats: (14/14)
Melee - 4: Mercier's close quarters capabilities only come into play as her stigmata ability progresses, taking the form of hand-to-hand strikes enhanced by bursts of holy energy sometimes used in tandem with a conjured combat knife.
Ranged - 0: Mercier has no ranged capabilities at all.
Mobility - 3: Mercier is able to hover and move through the air, and move at a decent pace, though her evasion is lacking. As her stigmata ability progresses, her speed for closing in and attacking increases.
Defense - 7: All of Mercier's defensive capabilities are tied to how she regenerates from all harm at an utterly absurd rate, and while it is entirely possible to keep her down using sustained attacks aimed to cripple, getting her to stay down when the attacks stop is another matter entirely.
Super - 0: While Mercier is able to perform certain things that exceed her normal limitations, she has yet to master her true potential in this regard.

Skills: (4/4)
Lay on Hands[-]: By touching someone, Mercier is able to transfer their wounds to herself, suffering them in their place. Naturally, this feeds into her stigmata ability.

Heavenly Wrath [-]: Mercier's ability to cripple and destroy her foes with crushing blows and close-range energy blasts increases sharply with her stigmata.

Angelic Wings [-]: Mercier's ability to close in on foes and outmaneuver to strike them from multiple angles increases sharply with her stigmata.

Saintly Patience [-]: Mercier has learned to ignore pain and is able to maintain her focus even when taking heavy damage.

Supers:

Spoiler: Current Skilltree (click to show/hide)

Life Everlasting [-]: Mercier regenerates even faster now.

Light of Judgement [4]: Mercier amplifies her mobility granting her bursts of speed. While negligible normally, with enough stigmata she can move so quickly she appears to teleport.

Salvation's Echos [5]: Mercier explosively amplifies her regeneration to give herself a burst of healing.

Martyr's Fury [5]: Mercier seals an ally's attack within her own body. When taking damage, can unleash that attack. Only one attack may be stored at a time.

Baptism by Fire [6]: Immolating herself in divine flames, Mercier raises her offensive melee and mobility descriptors in exchange for continually damaging herself, effectively lowering her own regeneration greatly. This effect may be dismissed at will, halting both the flames and the boost. Also, it's actual fire so it's probably not the best idea to try grappling her while it's active.

<Name Pending> [W]: Heavenly light radiates from Mercier, her silver hair appearing gold under its glow. The effects of Mercier's stigmata are amplified for the remainder of this battle. Repeated usage may result in five minutes of straight screaming and increasingly absurd visual effects.

Spoiler: Vasili Basilikov, Mage of Contracts (click to show/hide)

Advantage: The Contract
Before battle Vasili may make a contract with a single ally, the contract lasting for the duration of the battle. His supers only work on contracted allies in exchange for drastically increased power and functioning even if that ally isn't in the same battle.

Stats: (14/14)
Melee - 1: Vasili has a gun and has some idea of how to fight, a shame a doesn't work too well against death squads and mechanical monstrosities.
Ranged - 3: Vasili's ranged offensive capabilities focus almost exclusively on Command - Refute Reality. He does have a gun, shame it doesn't do much against what he's against.
Mobility - 3: Vasili's mobility skills focuses more on Command - Flash Summon than anything else, though he still can run and dodge somewhat passably.
Defense - 3: Vasili has a frankly absurd amount of willpower, and while it isn't particularly difficult to knock him down, one would find that keeping him down is a whole other matter.
Super - 4: It is in invoking his contracts that Vasili's expertize shines.

Skills: (4/4)
Trump Card [5]: Once per battle, Vasili may reveal that he secretly made another contract earlier.

Another Ace [-]: Vasili may make one additional contract before battle.

United Front [-]: Vasili is able to coordinate remarkably well with his contractees, improving his defenses when working with them.

Synchronized Assault [-]: Vasili is able to coordinate remarkably well with his contractees, improving his offensive capability when working with them.

Supers: (2/2)
Command - Flash Summon [W]: Summons a contracted ally to Vasili's side, irrespective of distance and obstacles. As per his Advantage, this is abnromally powerful and works even if the ally is in a different battle. "Knight of Deliverance, Soulmetal-clad, I command thee, appear at my side..."

Command - Refute Reality [W]: Empowers a contracted ally, allowing them to momentarily exceed their normal limits and the limits posed by reality for a single action. As per his Advantage, this is abnormally powerful and works even if the ally is in a different battle. "Mage of Plasma, Devourer of the Sun, I command thee, conjure a star burning with all your might and with it strike down the foe that stands before me..."

Spoiler: Current Skilltree (click to show/hide)

Probably just more stuff to let him make coordinated, tactical maneuvers with his contractees once his other stats get back up and give him an actual offensive capabilities, focusing on disrupting enemies by wounding them with gunshots.

Also a [5] that lets him secretly transfer a contract to someone else so that they can do the summoning and commanding instead.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Boys, time for character selections.
Right, time to do this. Again.

Kamijou Ai (Mistwing)
Akaiheiya Kiyo (USEC_Officer)
Nam-Bong Cheol (LucidRain)
Ragnar Lothbrok (kj1225)

An extra slot is open conditionally on the player who holds it regularly posting; if the player who holds this slot becomes inactive again, they will be dropped and not considered for reentry. This slot goes to:
Yui Akiyama (Projeck37)

You'll all be reinserted into the game at the next possible opportunity in the plot.

Right. Hopefully I don't have to do this again.

[ragnarok97071]

Spoiler: why do i do this (click to show/hide)

MYSTIC COMRADE, SASHA BELL


Advantage: Notice Me, Comrade-Sempai - At the beginning of combat, declare a character. Whenever your action in some way involves that character, all stats are increased.

Stats: Describe your character's abilities. These are the sum total of their abilities after all factors; for example, if you're not very strong, but you've got a miniature mech that you ride around and crush things in with overpowering strength, you've got a high melee stat. 14 points to be assigned at the start.
Melee: 0 Is a middle-schooler
Ranged: 7 EMPOWERED BY THE FAITH OF HER FRIENDS AND COMRADES, Mystic Comrade Sasha Bell possesses an enormous amount of magical power which she gains through the collective faith and belief of all of her fans COMRADES.
Mobility: 5 When in magical form exists in a superposition of both existing and not existing, meaning that there is a decent chance that attacks will simply pass through her without dealing damage, and can even teleport short distances by simply shifting her point of view.
Defense: 0 Is a middle-schooler
Super: 2

Skills:
1. The Golden Hammer of Love - 3 - Increases the damage of attacks in exchange for reducing accuracy. (Mode)
2. The Golden Sickle of Friendship - 3 - Increases the accuracy of attacks in exchange for reducing damage (Mode)
3. The Crimson Comiket-Banner of Fellowship - 5 - Creates a field that increases the abilities of all party members based on the stats of other party members in the field. (Mode)
4. Glorious Russian Armor Reproduction: T-80 - 6 - Produces a magically-constructed Main Battle Tank which then fires, producing an enormous wave of crimson energy that hits for MASSIVE DAMAGE, with all parameters increased per Modal ability currently active. Disables all Modes.
Supers:
Strength of 1000 Otaku - Splits self into several clones, only one of which is targettable at a time. Increases evasiveness greatly and boosts attack power through combined maneuvers.

[LucidRain]

Again, I have accidentally quoted myself when I was trying to edit :/

December, the Dumpling Delivery Boy

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Night of December 25th (Official Name: Nam-Beong Cheol)
Age: 18
Gender: M
(Yes, it's a Korean name because I'm bad at Japanese names)


Appearance:
Casual – Long pitch black hair tied in a ponytail and light silver eyes, which can make people think he’s blind. Chubby and short, and looks nothing like a martial master he actually is. One would be amazed at how agile this guy is despite his appearance. Usually wears a brown coat with duct feathers and a red scarf to keep himself warm in winter, and in warmer climates he’s seen wearing a normal white T-shirt.
Battle – Transformation is a white whirlwind that dissipates into a fog (that may or may not be just  flour) His casual clothes turn into a white martial arts style uniform, a purple belt wrapped around his waist. The uniform’s cuff is lined black and a white tiger painting is on the uniform’s back. He looks much leaner and older than usual, though still pretty short.
Looks something like this: https://imgur.com/BeKgtzR

Personality:
Likes dumplings and general gourmand, though he doesn’t overeat and claims to be watching his weight. Usually socially unaware and is too lazy to do much other than what he set out to do, but can’t stand injustices. Very humble about his abilities and claims to be just a “dumpling delivery dude”. Sometimes can't control his strength and accidentally destroys things he's not supposed to. Rather awkward in highly emotional circumstances and uses dumplings or pretends to sleep as an evasion.

Background:
December doesn't quite remember when he arrived at the dumpling house. He knows that he arrived at the night of the December 25th, cold, starving and in desperate need medical attention. He knows he had travelled a long ways inside the agricultural folds of Japan, in a village so reclusive they wouldn't even know something known as internet. He knows that he was pretty young at the time, though he's not quite sure how old. He also knows he was proficient martial artist, and fit enough to serve in the dumpling house. The family that ran the dumpling house took him in and raised him as their own. However, on his 15th birthday, he was knocked out cold by something. Finally, he knows that the next time he came to, he had woken up in a hospital in one of the cities. He had a hard time getting used to the city, but eventually he learned enough to find another dumpling house to work in. He doesn't quite remember his home-town's name, so in his spare time he aims to find the village name and pay his family a visit. Oh, and defeat those stupid monsters or whatever.

Advantage:
Sixth Sense – December is actually visually blind (though he doesn't mention it because he thinks it makes people uncomfortable). However, he has a unique ‘sixth sense’ that allows him to see his entire surroundings in a silvery, ether-like landscape and key weak points get highlighted. This makes ambushes against him exceptionally hard, and greatly enhances his ability to dodge attacks, adding to his innate speed and being able to dodge attacks that are outside of normal vision.

Stats:
Melee: (9) December’s physical surpasses human capabilities, shattering steel and creating shock waves in the air with pure force of qi. December’s mastery at multiple martial arts style amplifies his sheer physical power. No-one recognises his martial style, probably because it's a mixture of several different style plus his own. Even without transforming, December’s normal martial capabilities can subdue multiple human enemies. To a lesser extent, December is proficient at swords and spears, but prefers unarmed fights.
Ranged: (0) December is strictly a melee character, and can’t use projectile weaponry with any skill. This is covered a bit by his qi techniques, but still is too short-ranged to qualify as a ranged attack.
Mobility: (7) Exceptionally fast and mobile on feet, can outpace and close gaps between enemies extremely quickly. He can’t actually fly but can get pretty damn close if he decides to jump at full strength. He can very quickly dodge and track enemy attacks, and get better at it as the fight wears on.
Defense: (3) December can take a few hits while he learns the patterns of the Monster’s movements. After that, he relies on his mobility to apply what he has learned into practice.
Super: (0) No supers.

Casual Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2c1iSpk3u1A
Battle Theme:

Skills:
[Passive] Adapt – The longer December is in combat with a certain type of monster or enemy, the better he gets at dodging them and boosts his mobility specifically against that type of monster.
[Passive] Shatter - December's strikes have a debilitating effect on defences, and any enemy that December attacks will have reduced defences from future attacks.
[Active] Parry (5) – December gets into a parrying stance that focuses purely on dodging and parrying. He cannot attack, but has boosted mobility and can parry enemy attacks back at them.
[Active] Shock (4) – December uses qi to create a shockwave of power in the area in front of him, which bypasses physical protection. However, it has the side effect of not being able to avoid friendly fire, and has relatively short range.
[Active] Destroy (6) – December entirely focuses on destroying his enemy. Converting his mobility into pure force, he puts all force into a single strike against a single enemy, and this skill gets stronger the more mobility December has accumulated. However, after this December’s mobility drops low and is vulnerable against enemy attacks.

[PrivateNomad]

do I need a character sheet for my unperceivable, unseeable, uninteractable ghost character?
his name's gilbert
I drew some concept art for him:

[USEC_OFFICER]

That's some great concept art. You can really sense the depth of his tortured nobility in that image.

[PrivateNomad]

That's some great concept art. You can really sense the depth of his tortured nobility in that image.

Thanks. It took a while to write his character, since nobody likes a flat character.

[Naturegirl1999]

Is this still alive? The last post in the IC thread was in August of this year so I posted to watch it, is the game accepting characters? If not, that’s fine

[Mistwing]

It is alive. Just... slow. Most of use are engaged in university and the like so it's easy to forget or not get around to posting when you were planning to.