Holy High-Worlds Beyond (Holy High Reboot-Open!)

by **Luminesa** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 6:50 pm

Welcome to Holy High!

Old OOC[Containing all the old OOCs and ICs]

Did you really think our world is not connected to others?

What if I told you that you could see these worlds? What would you do to reach them?

What would you do if you could find angels, gods, spirits, and monsters?

What if they were all hiding out...at a high school in New Jersey?

Alrighty! So, the last Holy High I ran did not go entirely as planned. Given it was my first RP I've ever run, I had trouble keeping everyone engaged and I did not plan things to go as quickly as they should have. (Obviously not lightning speed, but I would have liked to get more plot before it died.) But I do want to try again. So here we go again, hopefully we can get lots of Apps and hit the ground running! I'll have your rules listed below, as well as the formats for Applications! Once I have about ten or so willing applicants, we'll hit the ground with our first Arc and I'll have a poll question up! I'll also need a co-OP or two who will be available often enough to help me with ideas and with running stuff!

For those of you who are new, welcome to Holy High! You can play a god, a goddess, an angel, a demon, or a spirit, at this prestigious (and mysterious) high school for the supernatural! Why does it exist? What is its purpose? What if surviving school here meant more than just making an A on your next Math test? If these sound like questions you might want to answer, come and see! We will probably start the first Arc sometime this weekend, depending on how my own schedule goes for the rest of the week...

Dah Rulez:
1.) Make sure your posts are at least one paragraph! 5 sentences minimum. You're not required to write a report, no, but we need something to work with to keep this machine rolling!
2.) I myself have 4 characters, so I won't enforce character limits because that would be hypocritical. (Unless we reach a specific limit or a new RPer is trying to add characters.)
3.) If you're going to be off NS for more than 3 days for any reason, TG me and let me know (or contact me on Discord, once I make the link.) I myself have been busy with college classes, so I will try to be available for updates and to post as much as possible.
4.) Try to avoid drama, if you have complaints about how I run the RP please come directly to me. I'll try to handle your complaints as fairly and efficiently as possible.
5.) DO NOT POST IN THE IC IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN APP ACCEPTED YET.
6.) Trolling, flaming, spamming, or any other bad behavior will not be tolerated. 3 strikes and you're out. Your posts will not be read, and anything you post in IC after this point will be ignored collectively by the other members of the RP.
(Really, please don't make me do that. I'm a nice person, and I want to make this as fun as possible for everyone.)
7.) If you want to be the Cardinal God of a religion (God and Zeus are NPCs), you will have to ask for my permission. For example, if you want to be Tsukiyomi/Amaterasu, Odin, etc. you’ll have to ask. And give a good reason. Not just, “But they’re cool!” They could also serve as important opponents later for the characters, which is why I have them set aside. However, feel free to play any gods from any mythos under them.

Also, here is our App, as was written by Syrixces! (Yes, I am borrowing a lot from him.):

Code: Select all: The App Name: Mythos: Powers / Abilities / Domains / Gear: Age: Mythical Origin: Personality: Appearance: Pics or descriptions are fine. Any forms necessary are fine too. Just nothing too edge, please. Favorite Subject: Likes: Dislikes: Theme Song:

by **Luminesa** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 6:51 pm

Reserved for Character List and for Co-OPs!

Co-OPs:
OPEN FOR HIRE

OP’s PC’s:

Good Kids:

Frisct the II wrote:The App

Name: Zora

Mythos: The Crystalline Throne

Powers / Abilities / Domains / Gear: Zora is the god of light.

Light Constructs: Can conjure hard light constructs that can act as various things such as weapons, tools, or other inanimate objects.

Photon Manipulation: Can utilize the photons around him to do things such as make certain areas of space lighter or darker.

Transcendent Speed: Can move at speeds associated with photons.

Transcendent Strength: Zora is no pushover when it comes to strength. While he may not be the strongest, he can still put some god tier strength behind a punch if he needs to.

Chromatic Appearance: Can change how light interacts with parts of his body, changing the colors of things such as his hair and clothes. The color is also affected by his mood, which makes it really hard for him to lie about how he is feeling.

Age: 17

Mythical Origin: “Let there be light!” Thus, Zora was born into the cosmos as the champion of light, created to contain and control the physical and non-physical parts of it. Other than this, Zora had no designated purpose. Due to this, he made a habit to observe what God had created.

He had a favorite place to watch over the light. It was next to God’s planet, Earth. The sun that was nearby was beautiful and cast a brilliant radiance upon the planet. On the surface of Earth was a remote school for the new gods. It had always been there, but he had never really felt the need to go and personally observe it.

Many years passed like this. Zora knew not the exact number, but he did know that it was an extremely long time. He was never able to talk to anyone or get to know anything except for what he could see. This made him feel cold and empty, devoid of purpose and reason. He sought companionship in his infinite lifespan. He eventually decided to go down to Earth to find others like himself.

Personality: Zora is curious by nature and always willing to learn new things. Be that as it may, he is oblivious beyond belief. He loves meeting people and tries to be social but doesn’t really know how to since he has never had any opportunities to interact with others.

Appearance: Zora retains his usually appearance when appearing as a human. When he discards his confining form it become more complex. His true form can change just as light can change color and shape. It can be bright or dark.
Image

Favorite Subject: Science

Likes: Zora really likes socializing with others and doing this new thing called “eating.”

Dislikes: Being alone. That weird feeling he gets when he unsuccessfully meets a new person.

Theme Song: Fly Away With Me – Tom Walker

Saleon wrote:The App

Name: Death

Mythos: Psycho-emotional- existing as an emotional and psychical entity. Death exists, almost perennially, as a psychical manifestation of a deeper anxiety. In this sense, she has always existed, at least since creatures and gods began to realize their own existence and the possibility of its end.

Powers / Abilities / Domains / Gear:
Life energy- Death carries humans to whatever afterlife they are given. Seemingly, this has to do with whatever pantheon they worship. Her control over life and death comes in the form of a soul-rending scythe and the ability to become a conduit of pure energy. This energy is similar to that of that which gives humans life.
Transigence- Death does not have a necessarily physical body. Often, her body may pass through physical objects or people. This seems to be in her control. She communes, often, in the realm of spirits. Humans may see her, but only when a person is close to, or has met, their end (or the end of someone close to them). At times, her body may feel light as air or in some sense defy gravity.

Age: looks to be roughly 21

Mythical Origin: “Death has always been a constant of life for both humans and all creatures; even gods. She is probably best described as the psychoemotional manifestation of one's anxiety and rationalization over the finality of one's life. This is something that gods, as well as humans, contemplate. Humans worship gods: when gods are forgotten, they have essentially died. This is why gods, like humans, seem to fear and despise death.”

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The doorbell rings at a lone house in Britain. The large mansion was home to a lord, young and still quite in his prime. There were guests, all from the family, totaling eight adults and one child.

The door opens, wind howling as a young seeming girl wearing torn jeans and a punk shirt. She seemed to be slightly pale, with a motorcycle stationed at the side of the mansion. She walks in, uninvited. The young lady pulls out what looks like a pocket switchblade, causing a slight stir, and begins to unfold it, a small bit the size of the switchblade at a time, before it becomes a crooked scythe with a slightly fancy handle.

The sunlight glittered over the mansion of the Newchurch family. The day was peaceful on the outside, quiet and unmoving. Constant. Nothing unfortunate was supposed to happen on a day like this. However, the family could not be aware of the events that lay ahead.

Winston Newchurch, the patriarch of the family, alongside his wife Elizabeth, was excellent at hosting dinner-parties. Their two adult children, Rosette and Percival, were also pleasant house-guests. Aunt Lucy and her husband Raymond were reserved, but always enjoyed good food and company. Their eldest son, Norman, was handsome and bright, and capable of sparkling conversation with his cousins and uncle. The only person who seemed adverse to parties was 6-year-old Anneliese, the youngest daughter of Winston and Elizabeth. While everyone else greeted each other and gave happy smiles, she sat on the couch with a distant look on her face. Only she seemed aware that something was amiss, amid all the warm welcomes and the bustling of servants cleaning the house around her.

The party began and progressed slowly and smoothly, like a creek on a calm summer day. The maids and butlers brought various teas for everyone to try, and many rich, warm, and fruity pastries. The sweet appetizers for what would be a savory meal. Winston asked Norman how his education at Cambridge was progressing. Elizabeth and Lucy gossiped about some of their neighbors. Raymond spoke to his nieces and his nephew, trying to cajole the little one into talking to the family. He also teased Rosette about her boyfriend, Jean, who was overseas with his own father in Dubai. Indeed, none of this conversation interested Anneliese, who clung to her teddy bear and hardly touched a pastry.

Finally, dinner came. A rich, glistening duck, cooked to a browned perfection and covered in a buttery glaze. Sided with a fresh cabbage salad and a creamy soup, everyone was delighted by the melody of scents and flavors. Everyone ate and chat merrily.

Then...she entered.

For the first time, Anneliese looked up from the table. She held her teddy tight, while Winston immediately rose as he saw the girl draw a knife. “Halt! State your purpose, and do not draw near! Not another step, or I will get my rifle, young lady!” he warned.

Aunt Lucy had to huddle away, as she was nearly hysterical upon seeing the switchblade become a scythe. Her husband wrapped his arms around her protectively, while Norman grasped his knife like a blade. Rosette held Anneliese close to her, though the latter child was unafraid. Percival was almost as afraid as Rosette, and stood close to his older sister.

”Well? Speak!” Winston repeated.

"Hellooo," The strange girl says, yawning as they pull out weapons. She pulls out a piece of crumpled up paper, "I'm death. I'm hear to collect one of your souls. One of you is well past overdue. Please understand, this is proper procedure."

”You will do no such thing! Elizabeth, call the police immediately. I will get the rifle. Rosette, bring Anneliese away from here.”

As Winston gave orders, Anneliese shook her head, as though she knew she did not want to leave.

”Annie we have to go! Please, it’s for your safety! Annie!”

Rosette begged her sister to come, pulling her tiny arm as she spoke. The little girl eyed Death without blinking.

Meanwhile, Winston grabbed his gun from the glass cabinet near the front of the dining room. Only a few feet away from the girl, he aimed his rifle in death’s face. Aunt Lucy still continued to shriek in the background.

"You best make sure the little girls leave the room. I feel we shouldn't let them watch any of this," Death says, looking at the gun. She puts her finger in it. For some reason, the phone lines seem to be failing. All that you hear is static. She looks at Winston, "I wish there was an easier way for you people to believe me..."

”Annie, please, the lady said for us to go, we must go!” Rosette pulled her sister along, finally deciding to lift her into her arms and to whisk her away. Percival followed, while Norman remained with his parents, determined to protect his mother and father.

”Winston dear, the phone is not working!” Elizabeth called.

”What?!...But we have wireless connection, and the house-phones work perfectly fine!...I don’t understand! What have you done?!” Winston immediately understood that Death had to be the cause.

The doors of the building seem locked shut, leaving it impossible for anyone to escape the mansion. The grave for one person. Death was busy chewing some gum, "try and shoot me and find out."

Winston had never actually shot an intruder, but now he had to do so. He hoped that he would be able to protect his family, now when he was needed more than ever. Gritting his teeth and ignoring Aunt Lucy’s yelps, he fired the gun in Death’s face.

Death recoiled a bit, her back seeming to crack as if it had broken. She pulls out a handkerchief and then cleans the gunpowder and casing from her face, "now to reiterate. I am Death. The literal Grim Reaper. Or whatever else you have decided to call me. Can we just get to the bargaining or the games or whatever you guys want to do here?"

Everyone got silent as the gunshot had absolutely no effect on this woman. Even Aunt Lucy got silent. They had no choice but to believe her. Norman lowered his knife, knowing he could do nothing against this woman.

Elizabeth bravely stepped forward, and inquired, “...Wh-What is it exactly that you want?...”

"Lady, I was quite clear about this. One of you has died. I am here to collect you. It is more a simple process, really. We literally just walk in a direction for a bit. Or something. Really, I have a lot of time before my next job, so... we can talk this out if you want."

Elizabeth looked around the room. Everyone in the room seemed to still be alive. She looked to her husband. He was confused as well. The couple turned back to her. “...Who?...We are all alive here...”

Death adjusts her glasses. She drinks some coffee, "I know at least two or three of you know that isn't true."

”...This absurd game shall end! Tell us who you are here for now! I will not stand for this much longer!” Winston ordered.

Death looks at her docket, "Uuuuuh. What are your names, exactly?" She sizes up the family.

Winston looked around at his family. “...I am Winston Newchurch. My wife is Elizabeth. My brother Raymond and his wife Lucy...and their son, my nephew, Norman. My children upstairs are Rosette, Percival, and Anneliese.”

"Right, Lucy. That was it. I had wrote it down but I was pretty poor with my letters, so it was hard to read," Death says, looking at them.

Raymond gasped, and looked toward his wife. She was as shocked as he was, if not more so. Her face became a solid white, like plaster. She felt suffocated, and trapped. She was not ready to die, and she shook her head repeatedly. “No. No, please...no...my son...my son, he needs me...” she whispered, breathless.

Norman still managed to remain calm, though his anger slipped through as he spoke. “Is this some kind of cruel joke? What are you trying to do?”

Death sighed, "Look, one of you knew this would happen. Either way, I don't make up the rules. She is dead. A few hours ago, to be honest."

”...This is madness! I brought her here today! She couldn’t possibly be dead!” Raymond interjected, angrily.

“My mom is fine! She went to the doctor yesterday and everything was well!” Norman added.

Aunt Lucy, however, did not give the same response. She felt lightheaded...and light everything-else. Weightless. Ungrounded. She rubbed her temple and stared at Death. “...I...I only took a nap this morning...I was fine indeed. I just...felt sleepy...but I woke when it was time to get ready!...How is this possible?...I’ve been eating and drinking with everyone else!”

Death sighed, "look. I understand it may not be happy to have her leave, but I already know what happens when I start making exceptions."

She passed by the room, walking through Raymond. Her body had both a corporeal and incorporeal quality. She simply walked through him like smoke.

”This cannot be true! I am fine! Look at me!” Aunt Lucy stood in defiance, but as she did so she stared at her hand. The sunlight from the window glowed through it, and she could see Death behind her hand. Raymond and Norman only looked at her with fear as she backed away...and passed into the table, like a ghost.

Death gave a slight annoyed 'tch'. She looks on at her, "accept it. There is a time of passing for everyone.”

Norman and Raymond looked at Aunt Lucy with shock and horror. She truly was a ghost. Winston continued to glare toward Death, while Elizabeth rushed to see Aunt Lucy.

Yet the panic for the ghost slowly evaporated. Slowly, surely, all became clear to her. She had appeared to be fine, she had gotten up and dressed, and she had left with Raymond and Norman...and nobody had checked the room to see her dead body. This had been...three hours ago?...Aunt Lucy wanted to shiver, but she felt no pain. No hurt. Her soul was beginning to relax.

”...Mom is...she can’t be dead! She can’t be! Please, you don’t have to do this! What did she die of?! It doesn’t make sense!” Norman shouted.

"This was going to happen sooner rather than later," Death says, looking to Norman. She flicks him in the forehead, "what do you expect me to do; bring her back to life?"

”Yes, please! Please, I’ll do anything!” he shouted. Yet he kept looking back to his mother. She was free. She did not want to come back. Yet he still fought anyway. “Please, I’m not ready to lose her!”

"Oh, what was that weird phrase you people came up with? If you love something, you got get rid of it?" Death says, "Do you know the ramifications if I just don't reap anyone for even a day? Souls anguish. They scream. They grow angry and resentful. Then, they become jealous of what they lost. Your body. Is that what you want her to experience?"

“Then put her back in her body! She was perfectly healthy and it is not her time!” Elizabeth demanded softly. She reached toward Aunt Lucy, but the latter did not seem to notice her. “...Lucy?...”

“The phrase is ‘if you love something you let it go, not get rid of it!” Norman shouted.

"She was not healthy. She was as in denial as you all are," Death says, looking at Elizabeth. She then gets an earful from Norman about what the phrase actually was, "ah. That does sound better, yes."

Norman paused for a moment as he realized what he had just said. His eyes began to fill with tears, and a lump formed in his throat. He was powerless, unable to stop the turn of events. He forced himself to remain standing, and turned to his mother. “...Mom?...Please, mom, come back...I’ll...I’ll do anything you want!”

She did not seem to completely hear him. She saw him, and gave him a smile full of motherly love. But she was clearly gone.

”...Mom...please...”

Death patted him on the head, "Listen kid. It happens for everyone. It hurts now, but was all of her time with you hurtful?" She pulled out a small hourglass, checking the time. Her other hand gripped her scythe.

”...No...no of course not...but...but I want her to be...I want her to be here...we were all...so happy together...” He turned to his father, who was still in shock, and he began to sob. Elizabeth began to sob next to him.

"Oh gods, I never know what to do in these moments..." Death says, looking at the family. She offers her hand to Lucy, "you got any idea how to deal with this?"

Lucy was ready to leave. She gave hugs to her family, though they could not feel her touch. Her face was full of peace, and she kissed her husband on the lips. He was still too stunned to feel her.

Death began walking outwards, the house opening as wind seemed to sweep away her presence. She walked Lucy, getting on her motorcycle, "some people still think I ride a literal horse."

"No...no please...don't..." Raymond finally spoke, but he himself sounded like a ghost. Defeated, beaten, exhausted from the last ten minutes of existence. He almost seemed like he wanted to die and to go with his wife. Yet this was not to be.

Aunt Lucy moved away from him, and away from her family, and she walked toward the motorcycle. She stared at the girl, as though she knew Death would lead her out of the mansion and into the afterlife.

Death looked back for a second, staring at the door, Raymond screaming for a second, "Live for her, dumb@#$. She loved you, you greedy bas#$*d. Cherish her memories." She looks back, "oh, by the way. What religion were you again? Wicca? Buddhist? I rarely keep track, but we best figure out which afterlife we are talking. The gods get pissed if there is a mix-up."

"...Anglican," Aunt Lucy answered, gently.

"Ah, that is a weird one," Death says, "I remember once where the afterlife involved Jesus being a woman. Like, she was kinda hot. I usually don't date too much, but she seemed nice."

Aunt Lucy was confused by Death's statement, but nevertheless she climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and looked ahead. She was ready to enjoy the afterlife. Her life had been full of suffering, which she had hid from her son and her husband until the end. She looked back one last time, as though she wanted her gaze to comfort her husband.

Yet Raymond himself seemed completely gone. Norman shook his shoulders, telling him to look in her direction, but he seemed dead. His skin was still warm, but inside he was hollow. No amount of shouting and crying could reach him right now.

"...How...how did we not see...how...oh, poor Lucy...poor Lucy, her body!" Elizabeth wept, holding onto her husband as she cried.

Winston was in shock himself, but in a different way. Death had merely come and swooped someone out of his midst without his knowledge. He was used to knowing everything and to being able to help everyone. Now he was unable to save Lucy from her fate. She had died without anyone knowing, alone, and in her sleep. He shivered. "...Lucy...we're so sorry...we're so sorry..." he whispered, as he held his wife close. He shed no tears, but his sorrow was painfully evident.with help from Lumi

Appearance
Image
Image

Favorite Subject: Philosophy and the Social Sciences (Anthropology, Sociology)

Likes
Humanity
Girlz
Motorcycles
Discussions on the meaning of life
Monty Python
Coffee
Spicy Foods
Rock
Rebellious types
Competitive games and gambling.

Dislikes
Working too hard
Violence
Tampering with the nature of life and death (a common theme for gods)
Losing games
Cheaters

Theme Song: We’re all Gonna Die

THE BAD KIDS:

Kingdom of Irhk wrote:The App

Name: Lucifer (also known as Satan, Snake in the Paradise, Father of Lies, the Adversary...)

Mythos: Judaic-Christian.

Powers / Abilities / Domains / Gear:

A former Seraph and one of the first creations of Yahweh alongside Michael and the other powerful Angels, Lucifer retained his power after his Banishment from the Heavens, which implies on him being an extremely powerful being, with a distorted Grace. With his existence tied to Hell by Yahweh, his powers underwent a transformation: he draws extra power from the sins of the humans, being able to detect the sins committed by someone and how much they influence that person, and became the leader of the "organic" creations known as the Seven Cardinal Sins, the physical versions of the Sins the Church, under God's name, condemned.

His abilities over formerly Celestial Fire are notorious, given the alias given to him as the brightest star of the divine creation, which allows him manipulation of heat with an extreme precision, now Hellish Fire. He also holds the ability of tempting humans, and his presence usually creates the opposite effect: a sense of seduction and danger is enacted around humans when Lucifer is around in his human form, while the feeling regarding his angelic form is different; it may be pure fear, as the person might see Hell's eternal domains behind the wings of the beautiful angel, or it may be the feeling of greed that a treasure hunter feels when he stares into the glimmer of a diamond on a pedestal. In most cases, it involves an uncanny feeling, one Lucifer skillfully hides with his smart use of words and promises if needed, though he always advocates he never did anything that a human didn't want to happen. He also holds potency to shape the reality to a medium degree, given his episode involving Job and the countless tales of deals with the Devil.

Given his position as Ruler of the Hell, he also commands Legions of Demons, distorted creatures that obey him but follow their own wishes. His presence usually compels them to obey given his position as ruler over them.

Age: 18-19, physically.

Mythical Origin:

Lucifer's origin, as told by the Bible, starts at a disagreement with Yahweh about the humans, before the Genesis. It was this disagreement who started a conflict in Heaven, which eventually ended with Lucifer's banishment from Paradise and locked into Hell, from where he started to devise plans against humanity and holding the objective to taint the Creator's work. Described as cunning, liar, tempter, powerful, influential and the central figure of Revelations ending, Lucifer is the opposing figure in the Christian myth, being locked for years in Hell.

Personality:

Arrogant. Independent. Taking orders from no one and an impressive story teller, Lucifer is a figure that has an overly confident figure and an astonishing capacity to display his side of the story to those who want to listen to it. A charismatic yet weird figure, Lucifer is also absolutely wise given the status of his creation and his current position of Hell's ruler.

Appearance: Image

Favorite Subject:

History and Literature.

Likes:

Books, free will, fancy places and foods.

Dislikes:

Excessive rules, fanatics, preachers.

Theme Song:

Will find one.

Any other doubts, just ask me.

by **Danceria** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 6:55 pm

*Inhales*
Tag.

by **Luminesa** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 6:57 pm

Danceria wrote:*Inhales*
Tag.

DANCY!!!!

My first customer! *Hands a cupcake.*

by **Danceria** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 7:01 pm

Luminesa wrote:
Danceria wrote:*Inhales*
Tag.

DANCY!!!!

My first customer! *Hands a cupcake.*

*Melkor sulkily eats a cupcake*
I'm ready to be a slightly edgy boi. In other words, the average denizen of this school.

by **Vadterland** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 7:02 pm

by **Luminesa** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 7:12 pm

Danceria wrote:
Luminesa wrote:DANCY!!!!

My first customer! *Hands a cupcake.*

*Melkor sulkily eats a cupcake*
I'm ready to be a slightly edgy boi. In other words, the average denizen of this school.

AIght.

by **Luminesa** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 7:12 pm

Vadterland wrote:Tag.

Welcome!

by **Haedros 92712** » Tue Sep 11, 2018 8:46 pm

*Sends a hawk with a scroll to Luminesa*
*The scroll is actually a tag*

by **Luminesa** » Wed Sep 12, 2018 4:34 am

Haedros 92712 wrote:*Sends a hawk with a scroll to Luminesa*
*The scroll is actually a tag*

*Pets the hawk and accepts tag.*

by **Frisct the II** » Wed Sep 12, 2018 9:19 am

Totally tagged

by **Luminesa** » Wed Sep 12, 2018 4:41 pm

Frisct the II wrote:Totally tagged

Hai Frisct!

by **Frisct the II** » Wed Sep 12, 2018 7:14 pm

Luminesa wrote:
Frisct the II wrote:Totally tagged

Hai Frisct!

Henlo! I'll have an app up soon

by **Luminesa** » Thu Sep 13, 2018 10:23 am

Frisct the II wrote:
Luminesa wrote:Hai Frisct!

Henlo! I'll have an app up soon

Fantastic!

by **Frisct the II** » Thu Sep 13, 2018 7:16 pm

The App

Name: Zora

Mythos: The Crystalline Throne

Powers / Abilities / Domains / Gear: Zora is the god of light.

Light Constructs: Can conjure hard light constructs that can act as various things such as weapons, tools, or other inanimate objects.

Photon Manipulation: Can utilize the photons around him to do things such as make certain areas of space lighter or darker.

Transcendent Speed: Can move at speeds associated with photons.

Transcendent Strength: Zora is no pushover when it comes to strength. While he may not be the strongest, he can still put some god tier strength behind a punch if he needs to.

Chromatic Appearance: Can change how light interacts with parts of his body, changing the colors of things such as his hair and clothes. The color is also affected by his mood, which makes it really hard for him to lie about how he is feeling.

Age: 17

Mythical Origin: “Let there be light!” Thus, Zora was born into the cosmos as the champion of light, created to contain and control the physical and non-physical parts of it. Other than this, Zora had no designated purpose. Due to this, he made a habit to observe what God had created.

He had a favorite place to watch over the light. It was next to God’s planet, Earth. The sun that was nearby was beautiful and cast a brilliant radiance upon the planet. On the surface of Earth was a remote school for the new gods. It had always been there, but he had never really felt the need to go and personally observe it.

Many years passed like this. Zora knew not the exact number, but he did know that it was an extremely long time. He was never able to talk to anyone or get to know anything except for what he could see. This made him feel cold and empty, devoid of purpose and reason. He sought companionship in his infinite lifespan. He eventually decided to go down to Earth to find others like himself.

Personality: Zora is curious by nature and always willing to learn new things. Be that as it may, he is oblivious beyond belief. He loves meeting people and tries to be social but doesn’t really know how to since he has never had any opportunities to interact with others.

Appearance: Zora retains his usually appearance when appearing as a human. When he discards his confining form it become more complex. His true form can change just as light can change color and shape. It can be bright or dark.

Favorite Subject: Science

Likes: Zora really likes socializing with others and doing this new thing called “eating.”

Dislikes: Being alone. That weird feeling he gets when he unsuccessfully meets a new person.

Theme Song: Fly Away With Me – Tom Walker

by **5pb** » Fri Sep 14, 2018 8:57 am

It's been a while since I've been in one of the HH RPs
*Tags*

by **Luminesa** » Sun Sep 16, 2018 6:25 am

5pb wrote:It's been a while since I've been in one of the HH RPs
*Tags*

Hallo! *Gives cupcakes.*

by **Kingdom of Irhk** » Sun Sep 16, 2018 6:27 am

*Sends a Corgi to Lumi with a tag.*

by **Ihury** » Sun Sep 16, 2018 8:26 am

Been a while since I’ve gotten the chance to release my inner weeb. I shall be applying for a character who’s really weird.

Edit: make that two characters.

by **Ihury** » Sun Sep 16, 2018 10:47 pm

Okay, I’ll be posting a second app later today or tomorrow. Here’s what I have thus far.

Edit: grammar + spelling, also changed the theme song

The App

Name
Natsuhiko “Natsu” Nurikabe
塗壁夏彦 (Nurikabe Natsuhiko)
なつ (Natsu)

Mythos
Japanese folklore

Powers / Abilities / Domains / Gear
Nurikabe: Natsu has the ability to shape shift, and possesses two forms.
Human: His usual form. People often joke that this is his creepiest form.
Plaster wall: Natsu’s titular form. A gigantic wall-shaped creature made of plaster, with eyes that stare out into wildly different directions and a tongue that hangs out. He is able to change his shape to a great extent while in this form, stretching upwards to foil attempts to climb and sideways to foil attempts to circumvent. In this form, he either appears as a barely visible transparent distortion in a person’s field of vision or in plaster-wall form fully visible to all.
Eyesight: Despite his horrendous reading habits, Natsu possesses perfect eyesight, perhaps even better than most. He has exceptional night vision, to which he requires very little time to switch; in fact, he operates best at night.
Psychomotor: For all practical purposes, Natsu is very physically unfit, being a scrawny twig of a boy; nevertheless, he possesses a decent psychomotor, and has relatively good hand-eye coordination.

Age
17

Mythical Origin
The nurikabe (literally “plaster walls”) first entered Japanese folklore in the 19th Century, with authors detailing yōkai that manifested themselves as bizarre walls springing up in the night along forest paths. Where they came from and what exactly they are is a subject of debate, with some claiming that they are formed from the souls of the dead amalgamating into a wall-like entity to protect something, and others believing that they are mischievous tanuki spirits out to frustrate unsuspecting travellers.

Where Natsuhiko Nurikabe is concerned, he only recalls coming into existence some seventeen or so years ago, a sudden awakening along the edges of the dreaded Aokigahara forest. As part of the small but tightly-knit family of nurikabe around Japan, Natsu started life as a happy little wall, shifting and slinking around the forests of Japan and pranking the people who went through the woods, but soon decided to embark on journeys around the world. He soon came to see, however, how much of a crapsack the world was, and having seen enough nonsense through his years of running about, Natsu eventually became sick and tired of seeing things, choosing instead to settle for a quiet existence in the United States, enrolling himself in a school for a change of environment.

Personality
Natsu describes himself as a “cynical optimist”, someone who is disgusted and disillusioned at the way the world works because he knows it has the potential to be far better. Believing this to be largely the fault of men and their insatiable hunger for power, Natsu this prefers to keep to himself than to interact with people, though this is more an extension of his withdrawn personality than a product of his worldview, and extends, to a certain extent, to his supernatural schoolmates as well.

Being very well read, Natsu is known as the “Walking Dictionary”, and can comment in great detail on a wide range of subjects. He has a physical tic of putting his index finger to his mouth whenever he is thinking, sometimes gnawing on his fingertip and mumbling aloud as he does so. Aside from this, Natsu has several other idiosyncrasies that make him appear rather odd; when sitting down on a chair, he takes off his shoes and brings his feet up onto the seat, curled into a foetal position, and when outside, he tends to prefer sitting down leaning against a wall, especially when he wants to read, which he will do intensely; as a result, though he isn’t disliked by anybody, Natsu often comes across as rather strange and introverted, resulting in his having very few close friends (which hardly bothers him). He has a dislike for social butterflies and popular people in general, calling them “all id and no ego”.

Though he is highly secretive about his life outside of Holy High, Natsu has mentioned that he has two older brothers, Toshihiko and Haruhiko, as well as two younger brothers, Akihiko and Fuyuhiko. Natsu considers himself a Russophile, and has hundreds of albums of Russian war songs on his phone.

Appearance
Height: 166cm (human) / Variable (nurikabe) | Weight: 50kg (human) / Variable (nurikabe) | Hair colour: Black | Eye colour: Amber (human) / Electric blue (nurikabe)

Natsuhiko is a small, thin-built, rather androgynous boy who looks significantly younger than he actually is. Most of his clothes are one size too large (he hopes to become ripped one day, but doesn’t actually take any concrete steps to reach that goal). This is especially apparent in the way he wears his school uniform; it hangs off him in a rather frumpy manner, and his pants are long and baggy, requiring several tightenings of his belt to stay on.

Favourite subject
History

Likes
Reading
Music (particularly Russian war songs and hardbass)
Tofu
Tarkhuna (a Georgian lemonade with tarragon)
Coffee and tea

Dislikes
Seafood
Excessive physical activity
Social climbing and school politics
Dining etiquette
Winter
Having to wake up early

Theme song
Mozart- Piano Concerto No. 23 in A Minor, K488: Movement 2 (Adagio)

by **Lunas Legion** » Mon Sep 17, 2018 11:58 am

Tagging. Have a few ideas flying around, just need to refine them first before I throw apps together.

by **Ihury** » Mon Sep 17, 2018 2:49 pm

I have an idea for an OC monster that I’d like to explore. Not so much a scary thing as much as a nuisance.

I think I’ll make that the premise for my second app.

by **Aldreri** » Tue Sep 18, 2018 9:11 am

Tag? This looks really cool.

by **Luminesa** » Thu Sep 20, 2018 6:45 am

Ihury, welcome! And your app is accepted!

Frisct your app is accepted!

by **Ihury** » Thu Sep 20, 2018 7:18 am

Luminesa wrote:Ihury, welcome! And your app is accepted!

Frisct your app is accepted!

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