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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Akira Otahou | Jul 30 2008, 10:32 PM Post #1 |
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Hyakuji 2.0 Template Character Name:Akira Ohatou Gender:Female Age:16 Height:65 inches Weight:127 lbs Description or Image of Character Appearance:Akira has a thin and wiry physical build with narrow limbs and dainty hands. She’s on the petite side, weight-wise, and has an angular face that one wouldn’t consider to be outright pretty. Rather, she just looks regular. Akira has loose, straight hair that runs to her mid-back. She has thin bangs that decorate her forehead along with a couple of pieces that aren’t long enough to be tucked behind her ears. Her eyes are a vivid, gentle green. The color pops against her dark hair and light skin. Akira tries to hide behind her clothes. As a result, she prefers baggy, ill-fitting apparel. Generally, she is seen in a white button-down shirt with the collar sticking up. She enjoys jeans that are about two sizes too big. To hold them up, she has a brown belt with a silver rose-design buckle. Akira always wears tennis shoes since it seems like she might have to run somewhere at any moment. Occupation:Student. Grade Level:1st Year, freshman Powers/ Abilities: Akira’s abilities are still very controlled and limited. On a power spectrum, she’s definitely not strong… but neither weak. She had two abilities that she can utilize, one being easier to manage and the other still being figured out. Also, it is worth noting that Akira is susceptible to any sort of physical attack since she isn’t much of a fighter. Softball Orbs of doom: The first ability that Akira discovered was creating tiny elementally orbs that inflict damage upon anyone who comes into contact with them (besides her of course. That’d be counterproductive.) She cannot outright control elements, but right now has the easiest time creating lightning charged orbs. These spheres are soft-ball sized and can be thrown at people. The max amount of softball sized orbs she can create are four at this point. Although Akira’s strong point is lightning forcefield, perhaps down the line she might slowly learn how to charge her forcefields with other sorts of basic elements. These orbs last for around five posts. 'Can't touch this' nor can you get out force field: The other talent that Akira slowly unearthed is the ability to create one giant sized orb, much like a forcefield that she can fit inside. However, she still has issues creating an orb this size and it drains her. As a result, the most it could last would be around three posts. A person can avoid the elemental damage if Akira forms the forcefield around them. They cannot step into it, nor out of it (however, if they go to step out, it won’t do damage. Rather, it’s like a solid wall.) Once inside the forcefield, Akira can walk inside of it and it will follow her (however, she can’t move the forcefield if she’s standing outside of it). Equipment You Have:unequipped Residency Request:Yuki (Co-Ed Dorm). Schedule: Homeroom: Ledah 1st: Music 2nd: Gym LUNCH 3rd: Supernatural Studies Personality Description:Upon a first meeting, people would label Akira as very reserved and one to stay away from large crowds. When she is around someone she doesn’t know well, Akira acts somewhat sheepish, clumsy and bizarre. However, in all reality Akira has a very dry sense of humor and is very opinionated. It takes her awhile to get warmed up to people since she is somewhat shy. Considered to be nonchalant, she would rather break up a fight than start one. It takes a great deal to anger Akira. In all actuality, Akira is kind of blunt and speaks her mind. She is always open to new ideas and is somewhat reckless at times. Personal History:Personal History: Akira Ohatou’s only goal is to simply get her strange ability under control. She has little control over it and deep down has a great fear of accidentally hurting someone again. Before realizing that she had such a gift, Akira lived in Germany with her mother and step-father. She lived a simple life in a suburb of Berlin, running errands for her mother to earn an extra buck or two. The environment at home was somewhat strained whenever she would ask about her real father. Her mother would sometimes go days without speaking to her over simple, ridiculous arguments. However, one night the tension suddenly became too much. When Akira asked about her father, her mother broke down and said that she had no idea where her father was and that, actually, Akira was the result of a one-night stand. Terribly shaken, she lost control of her emotions and also of her gift which had been hidden until this point. Akira nearly electrocuted the next person who touched who, which was her step-father. After this incident, Akira was sent to live with her real father who had taken up residence in Japan. After a long process of explaining what had happened, her real father enrolled her in Hyakuji in hopes to help her out. At this point, Akira still calls her mother about once a month. Alas, the conversations are brief and tense. Her step-father won’t speak to her or about her; their small suburban community has all been told that Akira ran away from home. The incident never is brought up in conversation. As for her father, Akira calls him by his first name—Takeshi. She doesn’t despise him, but feels like he betrayed her by never calling for so many years. Genuinely, Takeshi wants to reconnect with his daughter, but Akira simply can’t find it in her heart. RP Sample:It was raining again. The rain fell down in sheets, bombarding the buildings in the distance. A soothing hum filled the room as the roof was pelted. Maybe it would never stop raining… Akira stood in the middle of her Takeshi’s cramped apartment, staring out the window absentmindedly. It was a first-floor room, and not to mention completely tiny and cramped. He couldn’t afford much else though. Having lived by himself for years, the space had always been suffice. Besides, it wasn’t like Akira actually lived here. She was simply visiting. Akira crossed her arms, sighing and turning back to face Takeshi. Her eyes flitted over to the digital clock, seeing that it was 4:17 p.m. “Is it that time already?” she asked her father distantly. He was in the kitchen, fighting the clutter to look for something to eat. If you could call it a kitchen, that is. It was just a small square space that you could barely squeeze through. “How does stir-fry sound?” he asked, peering over his shoulder and smiling slightly. Age was creeping up on him, but he still looked as cheerful as ever. “It sounds alright I suppose… even though we’ve had it every night this week. I’ll take the instant noodles at this point,” Akira retorted, smirking as she crossed the apartment, stepping over piles of trash. She watched her pant-legs, making sure they didn’t get caught on anything. Her father paused, suddenly hunting for what she had mentions. “You need me to take out the garbage?” Ohatou asked, wondering how such a tiny place could be so dirty. “No, it’s raining Akira. Wait until the storm stops.” A pan crashed off of the shelves, and he swore. “It’s been raining for the past week. I’ll just be quick about it, alright?” the youth replied, laughing slightly as she pulled the garbage bag out of the trashcan. She held her breath slightly, avoiding the putrid smell. “You’ll catch a cold,” her father jibed, hunting in the cupboards for instant noodles. “No one wants to be friends with a sickly girl.” He turned back, giving her a spirited smirk. She only laughed at him as she trudged towards the exit. “Bye now Takeshi,” Akira responded, opening the door and standing over the threshold to wave slightly with her free hand. “That’s ‘Dad’ to you,” he snorted. “Whatever you say, old man,” Akira laughed, letting the door shut as she stepped out onto the nonexistent entryway to the apartment complex. The dumpster was about five meters away. She ducked her head as she left the safety of the entryway. Now, the rain was pelting her. Within seconds, she was soaked. Throwing the trashbag into the dumpster, she turned around to stare at the apartment. The conversations between Akira and her father were always awkward. She hadn’t known him for the better portion of her life. She sighed, not wanting to go back. So instead she spun around and began to amble down the sidewalk, ignoring how cold the downpour was. This part of Japan was rural. Boring. Empty. And a wild notion came into her head. She loathed her gift—hated the idea of being abnormal. There was a difference between being strange with gothic makeup and being strange by electrocuting your step-father. Unfortunately, she was the latter. But right now, Akira held her hand out, watching her rain-soaked palm form a tiny glowing orb. She reached out, touching it with the opposite hand. It did not hurt. Instead, it felt like gel as she stuck her fingers through it. She smiled wryly, watching the orb growing to the size of a softball. Footsteps came from behind her. Akira snapped her hand into a fist, snuffing out the orb as she flipped around to face the stranger. Panicking, she forced a sheepish grin. Her thoughts were racing as she chewed herself out for doing such a thing in broad daylight. “Good evening, sir,” Akira finally managed. “Ah, yes, to you too. And what are you doing out in the middle of a rainstorm?” the man asked, laughing slightly. “You had better be getting home before you catch a cold.” “Why does everyone say that?” Akira asked, frowning. The man stared at her awkwardly, and walked out and around her. Pretty soon, she was standing alone on the sidewalk again. She sighed, shoving her hands in her pockets as she started to walk back to Takeshi’s apartment. Those instant noodles were probably done by now…. Mashed Potatoes? the proof is in the pudding (....I think its an odd day.) Edited by Akira Otahou, Jul 31 2008, 10:30 PM.
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| Nana | Jul 31 2008, 11:23 AM Post #2 |
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Jakku laughs at your face!
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Pardon me, but I think, your power is okay. But since I am retarded and such, could I ask you to separate the two powers like you know: Softball Orbs of doom: Your explanation here. 'Can't touch this' nor can you get out force field: Your explanation here. Also, please add in how long they will last in post wise. Not too long now. |
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| Akira Otahou | Jul 31 2008, 10:34 PM Post #3 |
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Alright, I edited it up top. Is there anything else I should change? |
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| Nana | Jul 31 2008, 11:14 PM Post #4 |
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Jakku laughs at your face!
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LAWLS! you used my titles. Anyways, Approved... |
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