Realistic or Modern Magical Ladies and gentlemen (adult magical girl/boy(s)) Character Sheets (invite only))

[RoseAstasia]

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Remember when you were younger and there were these shows with characters blessed with magical powers (sometimes through suspicious means) usually to fight some sort of monster?

Those were the good days.

You always hoped you would become a magical girl/boy yourself. Getting magical powers was your dream, but… as time went on, you realized that magic just couldn’t be real and it was all a fantasy,
or so you thought.


You stumble across a creature that tells you they can grant you any one irreversible wish that you desire. the only catch is you must hunt minor demons and monsters, as a bonus, you get your own unique magical power and enchanted magical weapon to battle them!


And that's good and all, but.. you’ve grown up... That dream of yours has died for the most part when you were in your teens, and you have your own life now. Your own responsibilities... You couldn’t just adjust to this shift in life that easily, could you?

Well, apparently the answer is yes. In some way or another, you were convinced to do just that. Something happened and that wish was needed after all.


In this rp you are an ordinary adult who in some way or another becomes a magical girl/boy.

Try to juggle a busy life with a family whilst hunting mysterious creatures.

Spoiler: rules

1. EVERYONE in this Roleplay player wise must be 20+. I want people to be comfortable with who they are roleplaying with, and have a general understanding of adulthood. There may be possible dark themes. (Even though it will have cute stuff as well)
2. 1-3 short paragraphs per post, there must be at least 4 sentences per paragraph.
3. Be creative, but follow along the general story outlined by players in the ooc.
4. this is a group project, don’t try to go about it solo, and Discuss what you generally want to do in the ooc.
5. Be realistic. This is mainly a slice of life with supernatural and fantasy elements.
6. This is not a battle RP, dont attack other players. It does have battle in it, but its not pvp. Only hurt NPCs.
7. Be tolerable of different sexualities and identities. They are concepts that most adults should be able to handle considering most kids can even understand them nowadays. No excuses.
8. No self inserts, only Original Characters. (its ok to have some parts of you, so long as its not all of you. you can be relatable to your character.)
9. if your character happens to have a different sexual identity than another persons, don't force anything on the other character. They are fictional after all and have personalities that may gradually change as time goes by, but that is up to their creator.
10. let the others know if you aren't having fun. Don't just ditch us, we need to prepare for your characters disappearance. If you wish to give your character to another it must be explicitly stated in the ooc.

Links at the top left of the thread

(ALSO NOTE for EVERYONE interested:​

• be careful what the character wishes for, the wish granter works like an innocent genie who doesn't think about context. they may agree with the wish and make it happen in a roundabout way simply because it was easier, and it may not be what the character fully desired.​

• (but also the character will not know that unless they are warned in rp))

Spoiler: QNA

What is the time and setting the plot takes place in?

modern day America somewhere around the year 2006, in a fictional city similar to Tokyo.

What are the limitations to the wishes?

the limitation is if you can wish it, it will come through in time. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. It depends on what the granter does to grant it, though it also depends on if its something that the granter wants to grant. they are happy go lucky and might not think of the repercussions of the wish but if its out on a paper they might not want to spend time on it, asking the person wishing to keep it simple

After becoming magical girls, do the character get any magical powers/elements or they only get a weapon?

They get a magical power (determined in DMs or in the OOC chat), a costume, and a weapon

Is there any type of uniform that comes with becoming a magical person? (Like, has to have some kind of bow, etc..)

kind of, it depending on the personality of the person wishing, because they are told its a magical girl outfit, their mind might go to frilly clothing with glitter, ribbons, and pastel colors. or for the men, being told its fancy and pretty they might think its a colored suit with a bowtie and cotton gloves. it really depends on the fashion sense of the person. Essentially, its the first thing that pops up in your characters head when they are told they are going to have a magical costume

When it comes to weapons, are there limitations to them? Do they have to be more realistic or can they be made up- like a Sniper-Scythe?

it can be personalized, something that suits them rather than being something that they think of initially.

Is there some kind of HQ or communication system between the magical people?

they communicate through a magical telempathy, it turns off once they lose consciousness or fall asleep.

can humans perceive magical boys or girls?

when transformed, you cant persive humans (other than magical people) and humans (other than the magical people) cant perceive you, and any humans watching you at the time you transform dont remember you were there. Its like a magic induced brain fart.

what happens when a magical boy/girl loses their powers?

There are a few ways that the magical people can lose their powers, the main one is: vanilla feeling betrayed and revoking the magical transformations and weapons. This can happen if you decide to quit being a magical person, or if you tell someone you have magic/ try to show someone.
When the abilities are revoked, the mark remains, meaning they are still targeted by demons that they can no longer sense. So essentially they are doomed to die.

Demons:​

-Appearance:
How will they appear to the magical people? Religious-based, or more customized?

weird amalgamations they can look like almost anything, some are monstrous, others are kind of cutesy. they are called demons but its more monster-like than religious stereotypes. one could even take the shape of a room that looks normal on the outside, but inside is a trippy place similar to the anime: madoka magica.

How will they appear to non magic humans?

they wont.

Plot:​

Why are the demons attacking? Is it just in their nature or is it a deeper story that we'll find out later?

Deeper story :3

Will there be some kind of 'big boss' our characters will eventually encounter? One that might be controlling them, or giving them orders?

Yes, but its a little more complicated than having a "big bad"

Spoiler: Character sheet base

Name:
Age:
Faceclaim/description:
differences to the faceclaim (if applicable):
job:

Post three of your characters positive memories (to get an example of what brings them joy):

Now what are three negative memories (to get an example that may bring them pain)

The two above may be pulled from.

related characters:

short biography:

general personality:

what would they say to the question: "would you like to be a magical girl/boy?"

if the answer is no, what changes their mind?:

 

[Nellancholy]

Name: Anne Yuan Chi-xiao
Age: Early 30s
Job: General practitioner at a clinic in a run-down part of town

Post three of your characters positive memories (to get an example of what brings them joy):

• Mending an injured bird to a certain level of effectiveness when she was a kid
• Finally getting her doctorate
• Adopting a cat after a lonely month living alone

Now what are three negative memories (to get an example that may bring them pain):

• Being told "why are you working in that place? Don't you think that's a waste?" by a former classmate
• Finding out that a young patient she treated died of a drug overdose the next day
• The day she left her family behind to travel to this city

related characters:

• Mrs. Yuan, mother who is cared for by extended family,Anne rarely has enough money to send back that could make a difference
• Tina, former classmate/friend,runs a private practice in an upscale part of the city
• Pet cat,a middle-aged,lazy calico

short biography:
Since youth,Anne was an aspiring healer and passionate volunteer for causes that would help people most in need. After lots of hard work, she got her doctorate and ended up placing herself in a city far from home, finding work in a clinic that involved itself often with at-risk populations like drug users and populations frequently exposed to venereal disease, not to mention the general crime-riddenness of the area. She would never look down on her patients, but the work is long and tiring and she begins to regret her ability to not make a sizable difference.

general personality:
Has a dry and serious personality, constantly trying to be civil and caring to others. In transformed form, becomes confident and protective of even other magical heroes.

What would they say to the question: "If you can truly grant that wish and allow me to do more, I will."

 

[BaldDragonGuy]

Spoiler: Scott Allan Palenski

Name: Scott Allan Pelanski.
Age: 30
Occupation: Homicide detective/Special weapons and tactics. (Swat)
Faceclaim:

differences to the faceclaim (if applicable): a scar across his right cheek just below the eye. A creased brow from years of worrying and stress.
job:

Post three of your characters positive memories (to get an example of what brings them joy):

Spoiler: The First Kill

The twig snapping under Scotts little boot would cause the young boy to pause. A brief glance over his shoulder would show his father not too far behind him, also pausing and holding up a hand signaling for him to look ahead and to the left. Scott followed his fathers signal and spotted the Boar about twenty yards or so ahead of him, between two trees. It was digging at the roots looking for some morsels it could snack on. Scott would return his gaze to his father, only to see him holding his rifle out to him, not pointing it at the boar or him, carefully he passed the weapon to his son and gestured towards the boar.

Scott was torn between being excited and being nervous. Here he was accepting a weapon from his father, at age twelve. Sure he had been target shooting with his old man before, and he was trained in safe handling of such a weapon. But still, the idea that he could miss made him nervous, especially since his father was such a hard man. As if knowing his sons thoughts the older man would mouth “You got this boy.” While firmly placing a hand on his shoulder and turning him to face the boar. Scott swallowed deeply, took a deep breath, and held it while he lined up his crosshairs with the boars shoulder.

CRACK!!!

The retort of the rifle echoed throughout the trees and the boar took it directly where the crosshairs set. It jumped with a startle and tried to run, but only two steps into the run, it realized it was actually dead. The boar fell Only a few feet from where the shot had initially hit it. Yet almost as loud as the rifle was his fathers cheer. “YESSSS!!! THATS HOW YOU DO IT, Good job boy. Im proud of ya scott.” Admittedly scott’s chest puffed out a little bit. According to his father, he was a man now. He had just put food on his family’s table, but more importantly, for the first time he could remember in his life…someone said they were proud of him…and he knew he would never forget it.

Spoiler: Success in the Mountaintop

The powdered snow kicked up by the helo rotors was a bit mesmerizing in all honesty. Perhaps that was why his partner had to nudge him. “lets go You frozen hobo, its time to jump.” his partner lance said, he has always been one to come up with new nicknames for him every time he addressed him, had been that way since the Airborne academy, probably longer. Scott would shoulder his heavy bag and make sure it was strapped in, repeating the process with the Sling of his M4. Making sure it was affixed, finally he would check his sidearm, Put his goggles on, and clip himself to the drop cord. “lets move.” He would say with Gusto as he and lance jumped out of the chopper and slid down to the snow below.

As soon as they landed, lance was already producing the map on his tablet screen he briefly showed it to Scott and shouted “Seven clicks southwest. Were gonna want to come down from that ridge there, keep yer eyes peeled, whoever downed it might still be close.” The Two men would both turn to look at the ridge and the black smoke rising from just over its lip. Scott didn’t waste his breath, he just nodded and began to carefully shuffle towards the ridge. Lance wasn’t far behind him and both men would pause occasionally to listen and look around. When they finally made it to the lip of the icy mountain cliff they could immediately see their prize. A Private plane, one that was holding a VIP had been shot down over the Himilayan mountains. Rescue teams were sent, but the US government had some valuable information on board that they certainly did not want to fall into the Chinese authorities hands. So they called on them, The PJ’s. Pararescumen.

Scott and lance wasted no time, both dropped their packs and began producing tools, climbing gear, first aide equipment, and even an improvised scuttling charge. “I’ll be your anchorman, you get to be Spiderman today.” lance said passing Scott the carabiner. Scott would smirk as he clipped the Carabiner to his harness. “Keep your eye out for wasps then, and dont hit me with a snowball this time…” Scott said positioning himself on the edge. The moment lance put the hammer down and clipped the safety line to the anchor spike he had pounded into the rocks beneath the snow, Scott would leap off the edge and rappel his way down. Just before he made it to the downed plane, a snowball hit the top of his head and he could just make out lances giggling from the top.

Clink clank

His feet would land on the side of the plane and immediately he would hear voices inside, they sounded weak and hoarse but still, their voices filled Him with hope. “GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW!” He would shout, waiting a few moments for them to comply before he angled his M4 and fired off a round into one of the planes side windows, careful to try and have the bullet lodge itself into the fuselage. Once the hole was made he jammed his ice pick into it repeatedly until he pulled out enough glass to squeeze himself through. It was a tight fit, and he had to remove his pack to make it work, but afterwards he was glad that he had. Broken glass and the smell of alcohol filled the cabin and from the bodies, many of which seemed to be well dressed, he assumed it was some kind of party. The two voices he had heard were that of a young man, probably a few years younger than Scott himself who was only 24 at the time. And a much younger girl, couldn’t have been more than five or six. They looked tired and disheveled but that was to be expected. “hey, lets get you guys back home and warm. Shall we?” He said in as soft a voice as he could. But before he could hear a reply the plane groaned and shifted. Scotts face paled a little as he realized he didn’t have time to do this one by one. Thinking fast he guided them back up through the window he had destroyed then climbed up with them. Once there he took off his harness and shuffled over to the younger guy strapping it to him. Then he took his scuttling charge out of the pack, along with most of the heavy cords and equipment before strapping the pack to the little girl and clasping the packs pull handle to the carabiner. He then clipped his Rappelling line to the carabiner between the two and with a click to his radio told lance to pull them up.

As their weight left the plane’s fuselage it shifted again and Scott knew his time was running out. Even still he squeezed his way back through the window with the charge in hand. Luckily he knew where the black box was, Sticking the scuttling charge under the pilots seat on top of the box he made his way back to the window, another groan announcing his motion. He could feel the plane beginning to shift as he came back up through the window and he waited, the two people he gad rescued were only halfway up when a fourth groan, one louder than the rest ripped out, this wasn’t the groan of metal sliding on ice, it was the groan of metal giving out.

In a sudden instant the wing which had wedged itself under the plane and was bearing most of the weight snapped, and the plane began to drop taking with it Scott. In a panicked state scott found his adrenaline surge and he drove that trusty ice pick nearly to the handle into the wall of the ravine. The plane landed with a crash almost a hundred meters below him but Scott couldn’t help but chuckle at his stellar luck, “Hey Lance, when you get a chance…TOSS ME ANOTHER FUCKING LINE.” He didnt have to wait long, the line came down and nearly struck him, but he clasped himself to it and began to climb his way back up. As he made it to the ridge, he caught a second snowball right in the beard. “Welcome back spiderman, you know…we were just supposed to blow up the plane…so uh, your the one whose giving up their seat for these two.” Scott just rolled his eyes and draped a blanket from Lances pack over the girls shoulders. The two began walking back to the Exfill location, and about a mile from the ravine Scott would pull the detonator out and press the button, being rewarded moments later with a deep low THOOOM. And with that their mission was a success.

Spoiler: Becoming what he always wanted

Scott let fly a string of curses from behind the wheel of his rental car. Traffic, on a day like this. Here he was literally flying across the world, taking a break from saving lives, a hero on leave. Yet he had been sitting for nearly two hours in a hellish gridlock. A quick glance at his phone revealed a text.

“Hes coming, hurry up.”

Shit he thought to himself before checking his map. 2.4 miles. If not for this damned gridlock he could be there in just five minutes, hell he could ru-.

The thought hit him at the same time his body started to enact the plan. He pulled the keys from the ignition, opened the door and stepped into the street. Normally doing something that dumb on the highway would result in a pretty new stain on the pavement. But in this level of traffic gridlock he might as well have been in a parking lot. One deep breath later and he had begun to sprint.

Now bear in mind, scott was no stranger to physical strain. A run certainly wasn’t something he would struggle with. Yet in this case his heart was struggling. His excitement, his frustration, paired with the run was actually making it hard for him to draw his breath properly. Still he pressed on, by the time he had finished his run…well he was glad it was to the hospital. When he made it to the desk the nurse looked at him like he was crazy but he couldnt care less, he just said the name he was here to visit. “jackie…Jackie Pelanski.” He gasped and a look of soft understanding washed over the nurses face. “H-wing, room 243c, hurry up its almost time.”

Without a moment’s hesitation he scanned the signage on the walls and made a beeline for H-wing. After a short while of jogging down the halls, and multiple staff members scolding him for it he made it to room 243c. As soon as he arrived his Father in law smiled a big burly mans smile and slapped a hand on his back harder than most. “i know you’d make it Scotty, imma go grab some food, you want something.” He said as he made towards the door. “Sure i guess.” Scott answered as he went to the bedside and found the love of his life, beat red, sweating profusely, and straining with her legs up in the stirrups. “you got this Jackie, you’ve been wanting to be a momma, and here we are. Lets meet our son together.” He said gripping her hand and biting his tongue as she nearly crushed his own.

Thirty minutes, a metric crap ton of screams, and a cascade of blood later and Scott found himself tearing up. Looking up at him was the thing he wanted more than anything, something he had known was what he wanted since that day back in the woods with the Boar. He had a son, he had become a father. Something that every dream of the future, every “when i grow up moment” had with it. Something to pass on his legacy too, someone to fight for. And for the first time in his adult life Scott cried for joy, rather than for sorrow.

Now what are three negative memories (to get an example that may bring them pain)

Spoiler: When the woods became His

High School was no picnic, especially when your a poor kid with father known for being a rowdy redneck type. But Scott was tough kid, he wasn’t looking for a picnic he was looking for A kill, like any good hunter, he knew that what was hardest to accomplish, was usually worth the squeeze in the end. It was what his father had always taught him. So he had to admit, he wasnt ashamed when his father had to come pick him up. Sure he had started the fight, and finished it mind you, but he wasn’t about to sit there and let those other kids call his dad a deadbeat drunk in front of him. So when the line was crossed he did what he always did, he made them an example of why not to mess with his family.

His dad must’ve known what was up because after he heard Scott say “i was defending you” he had been silent. Finally they had made it to the second to last turn when his dad spoke up. “You know I don’t need you to defend my honor boy. There isn’t much there to defend…if i cared how people looked at me, id behave differently than i do. But i dont son, and neither should you. Everyone has got an opinion, and just like the asshole spitting it, its usually shitty.” scott listened but he felt his blood boiling as he did. “Its not you who they tell it to…you think its fun being the son of a man no one wants around? I MAY KNOW how you really are dad, but it doesnt stop them from going on and on.”

Scotts dad softened his expression as their truck began to pickup speed on the last freeway before their house. “Son look at me.” He said as he turned his head to meet his boys eyes. “There is always gonna be som-“ it was so sudden that even now, after thirteen years, the memory sometimes startles scott. The headlights bright as the sun, the squeal of tires, and a crunch followed by cold darkness.

He didn’t know how long he was actually out, but when he did wake up, it was dark and raining. Only their truck was there, whatever other vehicle had hit them apparently drove off. Scotts face was killing him and when he touched it pain exploded through his brain. His fingers came back red and his vision was blurry. “Dad…are y-“ he started but a single glance towards his father silenced him. He laid across the steering wheel, eyes still open and staring at, no past Scott. He didn’t move even a little bit, the tiny trickle of blood from his head had already begun to dry. “Dad…” scott said in a shaky voice holding out hope, but when he touched his father and found him colder than he should be…he knew. Everything was a blur after that, he vaguely remembered climbing over his dad and fishing the phone from his shirt pocket. He didn’t know how long it took, but eventually the ambulance showed up. The only thing he truly remembers from that night after the crash was hearing the paramedics say “one survivor, one fatality.” Over their radio

Scott didn’t return to school that year. The crash had happened so close to the end of the year, and his broken cheekbone required a metal plate be surgically inserted to allow his bones to repair properly. As it turned out his cheekbone had been shattered into powder. Later that summer he would go to the cabin his father and he camped in when they hunted. It was there he found a note left by his dad. It was like a will, and his mother had put it in the cabin before she told him to go and get what he wanted out of it. The letter was short but he read it so many times it must’ve taken hours.

“I don’t have much to leave you boy, but i never loved anything in this world like i did you. A man like me never deserved to have a family like i got. Ive done some bad things in my life, things that still hurt and bleed and probably will long after im gone. Most of my life I’ve gotten everything wrong…everything except for you. You are the Pelanski legacy, your better than i am, better than my dad was, and better than his dad. I know its alot to ask, i know its a weight to put on you son. But you have to be strong, stronger than any man our blood has ever made. Take what ive taught you, and be better damnit. Make a kingdom, find your queen, and have me some beautiful grandkids. And you let them kiddos know that grandpa loves them, and if he could be there he would be, give them enough love for the two of us. above all else be strong enough that nothin and i mean nothin save the lord himself can take them from you. Your a good man Scott, And daddy’s still proud of you…”

Scott spent most of the summer in that shack, he read his fathers note everyday he woke up and every-night he went to sleep. When he did finally come out, he left high school, got a Ged and enlisted. Following his dads last request he became strong. Strong enough to save lives, and eventually he would fulfill his fathers request and make that man into a grandfather.

Spoiler: A lesson in defeat

A military career is full of ups and downs. Usually its the ups that are remembered though, but thats because the downs…well they usually don’t have a-lot of people left to talk about it. If there was one time in Scotts life that he wished he had stayed down, this was it.

After twelve successful missions in a row, Scott and his team were walking on air. It was him, his LT Lance, Corporal Natasha, and Corporal Sanchez. He and lance had performed every previous mission together so they already had a rapport, but Natasha and Sanchez weren’t new to him either. He had worked 3 & 5 missions with them in the past respectively. But in this mission he was happy to get some extra hands. They were going to syria, deep into the terrorists territory. Turned out several marines had gotten pinned down in a bunker they had raided and needed a quick evacuation. Scott and His PJ’s were the ones to be called in, going behind enemy territory and carving a path of little resistance out was a part of their job description. This particular case was a difficult one thought. There was little to no cover in the vicinity and about 400 yards from the bunker in each direction were hard points and dugouts with enemy troops in them.

Luckily Scott had a plan, he and his men were already inside the Ac-130 Hercules cargo plane, and with them they had their packs, their M4s, and secondary packs which would be care packages for their pinned brothers. Their packs were put on their chests rather than their backs as they needed room for the parachutes, which admittedly made them look like an awkward bipedal desert camouflage clad turtle. They were gonna jump in from high altitude, wing suit glide their way to the bunker, deploy chutes at the last second, and touch down with the ammo and gear the marines would need so they could all fight their way to the Exfil site four clicks south of their target. It was risky for the men involved, but it would keep the pilot, and thus their ride home, out of the range of enemy air defenses.

When the time to jump came everyone seemed to be excited and ready to get themselves into the action. Looking back, their confidence and joy was a nice little treat, though it did little to soften the coming blow.

As they reached the final destination they began shuffling out of the plane one by one. First was Sanchez, then Natasha, Right before he jumped lance turned and said “Dont be late captain Moses.” He chuckled as he leapt out followed shortly but a snickering Scott. Lance had taken a liking to chopping scott up about his beard. And with that Four brave soldiers began gliding their way down towards the battle waiting below them. Unfortunately as quickly as they had wanted to get there and back, something had gone terribly wrong. Turns out the enemies radar systems were way better than intel seemed to suggest. They had spotted the Ac-130 and were preparing for it to fire on them, but when the four jumped out the back they quickly realized what was happening and got to the Machine guns. The air filled with lead and glowing tracer rounds and Scott gave the order to take evasive maneuvers. But a human falling from so high can only do so much to react. He watched in horror as Natasha was nearly split in half by an anti aircraft round and he knew she was gone immediately. Sanchez in his panic flattened himself out and began speeding towards the ground, but a stray shot clipped his chute before he had a chance to deploy it, and he met the ground with fatal results.

Lance was lucky, a tracer round hit him, but merely grazed his care package which had started to burn causing him to unstrap it and let it fall as he finally deployed his chute. A few rounds hit the parachute, but not enough to make the fall fatal though it certainly looked like it hurt. Scott was even more lucky however as his crew had taken most of the fire and he landed with only a few rounds whizzing past his head.

“F**K!!! MOVE MOVE, LETS GO. Into the bunker NOW.” Scott shouted as lance and he began sprinting through the clearing towards the bunker. When they finally made it they had a serious scare for a moment waiting for the door but finally it opened and some angry looking marines answered and basically snatched them inside. Tempers flared for several minutes, marines upset that their requested backup didnt bring more than one support pack, and Scott reaming them a new asshole for getting the intel wrong. Eventually however they came up with a plan. Sanchez had the target painter on him, with that they could blast a hole in the surrounding area and use that to make their escape. Unfortunately sanchez’s body had landed nearly 150 years north. Meaning they would have to go get that across a hellscape of bullets and explosions, then turn right around and cover nearly three times that distance to the south. Thus they came up with a two phased plan. Scott and Lance would make a dash for their boy Sanchez, while the marines would start to clear a path south, hopefully the dividing of enemy fire would help them succeed.

If everything went according to plan…things might have been different. But things rarely go according to plan. When the team split up and made their way to their targets the enemies never split their fire. They focused it on the marines and before they ever made it to the first dugout they had been turned into Swiss cheese. Scott and lance made it to sanchez’s body and just as soon as they had the rounds started coming their way and they were forced to take cover behind the body using its armor to stop the rounds coming their way. During this time Lance managed to get his hands on the target painter and began to point the laser at the enemy positions. One by one They would be obliterated by the Ac-130’s 105mm cannon. However all the noise and explosions would make the enemies maneuvering to flank them go unnoticed until they were nearly right on top of them. When Scott saw them they had already opened fire and caught lance in the hip. Scott would roll over and with a few bursts from his m-4 he would fell three on the right, then two on the left before he took a round to the face and everything went dark.

He awoke on a stretcher being flown beneath a chopper. It turned out lance finished bombing the enemies into kingdom come, and then carried him to the LZ after he found his pulse. He took four more rounds to the back when Scott was out and managed to just barely make it to the Lz before keeling over. Scott once again was saved by being terribly lucky. More than even he knew, turns out The round that hit his face Smacked straight into his cheekbones titanium plate and skipped off. The force of the impact had been what knocked him out. However Scott still struggles with this fact to this very day. Lance was one of the best men he had ever been blessed to meet, he was more than a partner, that man was his brother. Upon losing him, scott also lost the will to fight anymore. He would retire from the service at the age of 26, and would meet his Wife Jackie who was a therapist helping him with his PTSD from this event. Scott still visits his “Brothers” grave twice a year, once on Lances birthday, and once on memorial day, he also visits Sanchez and Natasha on each of their days, but he only ever brings the tequila out when its lances day.

Spoiler: The Fear of loss

“theres been an accident, looks pretty bad, were going to saint claires, please hurry hun.”

he read the text for a third time since he got back from his hunt and he was already fairly flustered, the message just amplified it. Hunting had always been a relaxing and nostalgic experience for him, but almost five years ago his meeting with that…thing…in his families hunting shack had changed that for a while. Deer were replaced with Hags, Boar became Weird winged lizards with bad attitudes. In a way he felt like it was an upgrade in his game, but it didn’t always feel like it. Now was one of those times when it didnt.

The hunt tonight had fled from the city into the surrounding woods, and for a moment Scott though it was playing into his hands. He learned shortly afterwards he was playing into its claws. The creature had a remarkable advantage with the trees, its acrobatinc mobility made it nigh impossible to land a blow on it, so he had to rely on his grit and timing. Making himself appear defenseless before bringing his shield down on its neck when it tried to tear into him. All in all this took three hours…

For Nearly two of which, his wife was apparently in the hospital with his children. When he did get back to his car and read the text he promptly turned his car on, put the siren light on the roof and sped off to saint Claire’s for the second time in his life. Try as he might he could not shake the idea that his family was hurting, possibly dying, and there he was nowhere to be found. To make matters worse his calls to Jackie kept going straight to voicemail, she had never ceased to answer his calls…not even once.

By the time he hit the freeway his foot was nearly on the car’s floorboard. He knew that being off the clock meant this was technically illegal, that was just something he is gonna have to deal with down the line. Family takes priority. When he finally reached the Hospital lobby he found the same nurse from four years ago at the counter. And just like last time he simply approached and said “Jackie, Jackie Pelanski.” Unlike last time, the nurses nose turned up. But she still answered. “E-wing. Room 342A. Shes been waiting for a while…” He didnt really have time to deal with he nasty attitude, nor would he have done so if he did have the time. Something he had learned since joining the police force was people tend to forget that others have problems too, and a badge doesnt make you a robot.

Still he found the room, and part of him wished he hadn’t. As soon as she saw him Jackies eyes narrowed and she said. “Out late again huh? Do you have any idea how hard this has been? Your son spent more than an hour crying for you and you were out god knows where playing Detective hero. I thought we never ignored each other? Wasn’t that an agreement we had?” She was clearly mad, no way to hide that, but he knew more than anything she was hurt. “Look, babe im-“ he started but the shut him up with a hand gesture. “I am a grown ass woman Scott, i know what you’re dealing with, i dont need an excuse. Your son needs you so your going to sit here and be all smiles and hugs when he wakes up. I on the other hand, have been here this entire time. I have radiator fluid all over me, im going home, im gonna take a shower and im gonna be back in the morning with breakfast. And your gonna be here when i get back, if i have to call your chief and tell him personally you know i will. This better not ever happen again. Im warning you.”

And with that he watched his wife leave the room. Part of him knew she was right, but he couldn’t help but be a but frustrated at her. Not for anything she could actually control, but because he knew he couldn’t share this burden of his with her. He knew that one day, could be next week, could be in ten years, one day he would be off fighting Demons when his family needed him, he knew that it WOULD happen again. It scared him almost as much as the Battlefield had when he lost his brothers, he knew Jackie, and he knew she would not sit around and put up it. One day she would need him, he would be fighting hell, and He would lose her. It was just a matter of time. Because at the end of the day, he also knew himself. Regardless of the situation, He would answer the call to save lives, and it would cost him his. Maybe not directly, but even if you cant be hurt, why live when your reason for doing so is no more. Perhaps if it were not the this he feared most, he could have started to prepare, but even for a tough man, it can be hard to face your worst fears.

Related characters-
Jackie Petunia Pelanski, 32yrs.
Allan Roy Pelanski- Father (deceased)
*Allan Roy Pelanski II- Son ,4 1/2 years.
Maria Joy Pelanski- Daughter, 10 Months.

Brief history- Born into a poor rural family in the northern United states around the great lakes area, Scott was raised in the shadow of the Local Badman, his father was a known barroom brawler and drunk, but if he did one thing well, it was being a father. Sadly Scotts father Allan would die when Scott was 17. This event would change Scotts life as the words his father left him would inspire him to be strong and go out into the world with his fathers grit and kick ass attitude.

Scott would become a Pararescueman in the army where he would spend nearly six years jumping out of airplanes and helicopters into all manner of danger to save the lives of his fellow servicemen. Yet on his thirteenth deployment he would lose all of his team members and nearly his own life in Syria. This would actually be a bit of a blessing in disguise as the therapist who helped him deal with this trauma would go on to be his wife and together they would have a son whom Scott would name after his own father.

The same year his son was born he would Meet a strange entity in his hunting shack out in the woods. Where he would be given his strange abilities and another purpose in life, slaying demons. His veteran status would go on to help him getting a job in the local police force, where his experience with multiple languages, high risk situations, situational awareness, would get him a job as a homicide detective and member of SWAT. He spends his mornings with his family, his days with the city, and his nights bringing in end to the horrors that lurk beyond the veil.

General personality-Scott is usually a quite, stoic, observer type of man. He sits in a quiet space watching as things transpire and waiting to act. That said he is not a rude man, if approached he will usually respond with cordial but quick replies, however he does enjoy a good conversation with those of different perspectives. In times if action is when he shines, identifying when its needed and stepping into a leadership role, or inversely following orders if he feels he can trust their validity. Old habits die hard, and he was a good soldier before he ever enlisted. He is no saint by any means, and those who find themselves on the receiving end of his ire are quick to find out. But he does value his family above all else, and his desire to be a good example for his son make him a decent man overall. That paired with a strong sense of integrity, means he will maintain that good example, even when no one is around to see it.
what would they say to the question: "would you like to be a magical girl/boy?" “ABSOLUTELY”

Magic Appearance- When transformed into his magical state he becomes clad in a full plate armor suit made of some black metal that has little if any gaps.

Spoiler: Black knight

Magic Weapon- The weapon that manifests for Scott is a Large round shield Made of the same black metal as the armor with a sun pattern engraving on it. The shield is actually more akin to two shields sandwiched together, and with a thought blades will jut out from between the two metal plates mirroring the sun pattern. When thrown the blades spin independently of the shield turning it into an airborne saw blade. After being thrown scott has a habit of unsummoning his weapon and resummoning it into his hand.

Spoiler: Black Star

Magic Ability- The Sentinel- Scott is invulnerable to damage seemingly of any kind, or at least any kind he has encountered yet. He tends to rely heavily on this ability and will jump in front of oncoming attacks, or make no effort to dodge so as to leave his opponent open to counter attacks. This doesn’t always work out as he can be thrown around like a rag doll and even be trapped beneath debris if he is not careful.

 

[RoseAstasia]

Vanilla Pancake​

The food pixie​

the creature that gave you powers. they grant wishes using the power harvested from the monsters that they have you hunt.
They are scatterbrained and prefer short sentences due to having a short attention span.
without them the magic you have will vanish, but the mark will remain.

The reason they have you hunt is for the survival of the food fae


<-The mark that will appear on every magical girl/boy(s) shoulder

they make it as insurance so they aren’t double crossed as they have been many times before.

 

[RoseAstasia]

Name: Ruji Ark
Age: 27
Faceclaim:


Post three of your characters positive memories (to get an example of what brings them joy):

The day he met his wife

The birth of his only son

The day he was married

Now what are three negative memories (to get an example that may bring them pain)

The day his brother, Toby died. He was on a cigarette run and was killed in a mugging.

The day his wife was first diagnosed with lung cancer due to second hand smoke that he caused

The day he lost his temper due to work and accidentally took it out on his wife, causing the biggest argument they ever had.

job: high school teacher


biography: When he was younger he watched old Japanese anime and live action shows that used to come on tv at night stuff like dragon ball Z Naruto, and sailor moon. when he grew older, his parents expected a lot from him, but he wasn't the most exceptional student. as time went on, his stress grew and he eventually took on smoking to relieve that stress. it didn't help anything and only added on to everything else. especially after his older brother died when he was 15 he blamed himself and was a depressed mess, which surprisingly worked out in his favor. He met a girl named Stella. She said she kind of liked the same things he did in attempts to cheer him up, they got along well and became great friends, eventually becoming more than friends. after college they eventually got married and had a kid. they named him toby after his deceased older brother.

general personality: chill but stern.

what would they say to the question: "would you like to be a magical girl/boy?"

they would answer no initally

if the answer is no, what changes their mind?: they would change their mind?

after finding out their wife has lung cancer for the second time.

Related characters: Stella Ark, Toby Ark (brother), Toby Ark (4 year old Son)

 

[Kanin]

Name: Vilia (aka “Vi”)

Age: 21

Faceclaim/description:



differences to the faceclaim (if applicable): (after contract) imagine it shoulder length and somewhat choppy. Otherwise, it is as the reference, usually braided in any fashion.
job: art academy student (for now)

Post three of your characters positive memories (to get an example of what brings them joy):

1. Gaining recognition for her artwork at the academy, especially the admiration of her Professor and the fact she’s won a few awards as well!
2. Spending time in the botanical garden on her family’s main estate. She loves flowers, birds, and (pretty) bugs. It is the one thing she misses most from home.
3. In elementary school, she made the only true friend she ever had and spent almost every day by their side. Unfortunately they suddenly moved and what’s sad is -it’s been so long since then that Villia can’t even remember their face, but she will always treasure the memories!

Now what are three negative memories (to get an example that may bring them pain)

1. Anything in regards to being bullied anytime throughout her life.
2. On top of her friend having disappeared, Mom & Dad practically left Vilia and Mae to be raised by nannies and butlers, it burdens her with the fears of losing others.
3. Being seen for her family’s wealth. She only wants to blend in and finds fancy things unecessary.

related characters:



Mae - little sister, age 17, and the one and only soul Vilia is closest to. They live together in a luxurious yet constantly messy apartment. Their filthy rich parents have paid for both of them to attend their respective schools. Though while Vilia is going to a prestigious academy for Art, Mae is still in high school. She just couldn’t let “Vi” move out without her tagging along! All in all, Mae is a sweet and simple girl, possibly to a fault, as she’s very clumsy and air-headed. Yet she’s passionate and would do absolutely anything for her friends or family.

biography:

Vilia is the oldest daughter of a super successful Bank CEO. For the most part, you could say she’s had it a little more than “pretty good” while growing up. Although she’s spoiled and doesn’t seem to have any care in the world from the surface, her social life has been crumbling at the seams for as long as she can remember.



Even after high school, the bullying did not stop as Vilia had feared. Unfortunately It all followed her to the Art College of her dreams. And one incident is all it will take for her to snap. A group of other young women has recently made her their target of jealousy. Yes, for once it is pure jealousy and not just plain hatred against who, Villia thought of herself as, an outcast. For whatever reason they focused on her… maybe it was her personality? Her shyness or being small? But no matter what she considered, Vilia always believed it was because she was ugly.


Regardless, none of this got in the way of her talent before. Vilia had become something of a legend among the entire university. Not only were people beginning to show her the kindness and adoration she thirsted so longingly for, her art was amongst - if not - the best on campus.

general personality:

Full of hope and potential, artsy, and sometimes quirky. Vilia is also highly insecure and quite cautious when it comes to people due to years being put down. Shy even skittish to most strangers and acquaintances. Although capable of being friendly, actually calling someone a “friend” isn’t easily said or done, but to those who gain her trust, she’d be just as clingy as she is with her sister. Relentlessly, she’s gentle, motherly, and kind.

what would they say to the question: "would you like to be a magical girl?"
No (with hesitation)


if the answer is no, what changes their mind?: they would change their mind?
Revenge

 

[redraider]

Name: Jenny Harris

Age: 32

Job: Retail cashier

Appearance civilian:

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Appearance transformed:

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Three positive memories:

Winning state track championship

Graduating college

Sleepovers with her friends growing up

Three negative memories

The car accident

Years of failure

Realizing that she'd never be independent

Short biography

Jenny was a high school track star, and one of the best. There was even talk that she might be a medal contender at the Olympics. But her senior year, she was in a horrific car accident, hit by a drunk driver. When she came to in the hospital, the doctors gave her the crushing news. Paralyzed from the waist down.

Since then, nothing went right. She graduated from college, but discrimination kept her from getting a decent job, and she's spent the last ten years bouncing between entry-level jobs with no hope.

What would they say to becoming a magical girl: "Hell yes!"