Fantasy Iron Clad [Mecha, Anime, Music RP] (Roles Filled and Closed!)

[The Black Knight]

Iron Wing Academy - Commandant
Character Name: Samuel Briggs
Nickname(s): Sammy B, Sam, Briggs (not to ever be addressed as such by recruits)
Rank: Captain
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 176 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown

General Appearance: Captain Samuel Briggs has a seasoned countenance. He exudes a charisma that alerts most to his high rank without having ever seen it; but there isn't a single soul in IWA who doesn't know who the Commandant is. Sam isn't known to smile. He wears a neutral and patient expression majority of the time. His hair is always buzzed short and hairline fresh. His eyes are very keen not only watching but dissecting. The Commandant is always found in uniform with shoulder boards on his shoulders bearing his rank.

Personality: Captain Briggs is a patient man who rarely loses his patience. He has dealt with the rowdiest of pilots and the shortest of fuses. He is neat and orderly, having one of the most well-kept offices in the entire academy. Some cadre like to visit his office just to rest on his couch and bask in its tranquility. The Commandant is well-spoken. Thoughtful and articulate with his replies.

It is very easy for a stranger or visiting officer to underestimate him because of his calm, but the man can be as cutting as a father. Captain Briggs speaks in two languages: formal and brutal. His eyes just don’t watch. He can break a person down. There is no wonder why such a man was chosen to run an experimental school.

Current Story: Captain Briggs isn’t like the instructors and recruits under his command. He has no sound power, but he does have extensive combat experience fighting The Legion. Prior to the discovery of sound power, he was pulled from the front lines and assigned to the new Iron Wing Academy as its Commandant. Every now and then, some cocky IWA instructor or a visiting officer will attempt to challenge his command. Captain Briggs always puts them in their place.

 

[The Black Knight]

so is your example charictar taking the role of singer or no?
also, i was wondering how long this has been going on? would that previous generation have been doing it? (i'd like to have my charictar's father be a (posibly decesed) member of a squad?

One of your peers pointed out that I partially answered this question. Sorry about that. You can assume that there were previous generations of pilots and your idea is acceptable.

 

[Haze-]

Mind if I join? * tips greasy fedora*

Also, I couldn't find a better/more futuristic looking fc my bad-

Basic Information



Character Name: Nathan Carpenter

Nickname(s): Nate -

Rank: Recruit

Sound Grade: TBD
Squadron: TBD
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 132lbs
Hair Color: Plain Black
Eye Color: Gray

Sound Aura Color and Appearance:

Nathan has a fire deep inside. A flame that rises up from beneath his skin and reaches up to the sky. Snapping wildly, throwing out embers and sparks as it moves and sways with the howling wind-- howling at the sky along with the fire pit, on choir with this deep hiss as it burns brighter, stronger the more Nathan gets into the flow of things.

Position: Singer (Mixed)

General Appearance: Wiry and nerdy, even without the prescriptions, you can tell he's a band kid from afar. Nathan has this perpetual frown and gloomy, extremely worried glare, like he were on this constant fight-or-flight, on his death march. And he is. He walks fast, keeps the hands a little too close, never takes his eyes too far off the ground, and there is an ever-so looming chance of there being a gigantic stain on his back as his clothes drench in his own nervous sweat. His hair is down to the chin and is awfully well kept, lustrous and straight. Anything black, white or greyish is a go to for him on mondays through fridays; weekends are for lazy yet formal enough khakis and stripped button-ups. He's made it a rule of thumb to never wear a sweater or a jacket, out of fear of dying dehidrated once the heat and his own social awkwardness kick in, into this storm of sweat.

Though he doesn't want to admit it, he still wears his high-school's uniform to sleep. Slowly shaking off the habit. In his own way.

Personality: Nathan thinks of himself an uninteresting, boring person. And that would only be a half-truth, as he is, blatantly, devoid of any interest. As in, any profitable interests-- math, physics, biology, psychology; nothing at all. Drawn to the wrong things, according to everyone he's met. He's more of the high on a compulsion, stuck on his idle fancies kind of guy. Thus, if yours was a morbid interest-- the type to stop you dead on your tracks, just to have you watch ants run up their ant hill-- then Nathan would make up for only a half-interesting person.

That other half of him is too scared to go all the way. See things through. Too hard to see it through, if we're talking his perspective.

He has this stagnant, no-can-do attitude that always renders him catatonic in most social interactions, which just so happen to be the very bane of his existence. He never understood people beyond the superficial, and he never wanted to anyways. That side of them, beyond the plain-simple homeliness of brain dead greetings, put up formalities, and all those things he acts out absent-mindedly with the neighbors; therein may be a monster too ugly to maintain eye contact with, too nasty to sympathize with. So he avoids it at all costs. With a catch at his throat, and biting down his tongue for good measure, he looks down. Sweats up a storm. Relapses into this non-being where everything cuts off, he shuts down and lets things happen, too strained and worried to pay attention. He gives up on people.

One thing to note, the only real way of recognizing the moment he's tapped into this loss of the senses, is by that hard stutter in his voice. A brutally long silence, analysis, realization, and then he goes beet red.

Current Story:

Spoiler: Band kids vs Robots

Once his high-school days wound down to an end, with a very anticlimactic bang, young Carpenter was met with two options: 1) Skip college entirely and work at a convenience store, eating once or twice a day because the minimum wage can't pay the rent in one go. Student loans are a thing too, apparently. Or 2) Go for a major in engineering, not on your own terms, fully knowing you still count with your fingers, drop out and fall into option 1 anyways.

Nate picked the secret, elusive third option: spend his imaginary sabbatical at his mom's house, see where the wind blows. Since then it has been about a year or two, the wind was dead still this month too. And he dreaded that very thought. The convenience store lurked around the corner, like the greedy, sinous, bastard hands of death snaking around his neck-- whispering romantically into his ear: "You will work a 9/5..." And lately that cold whisper blowing at the back of the neck had gotten a little too real, a little too palpable.

That is when, roaming aimlessly around the local park, on his way back home from the bakery, he noted this one poster pinned on a tree. It was like those shamelessly dated stories his old, old, great gramps would spew in his delusions-- 'Back in the old world, before the fall of humanity, we killed each other over menial things, in the most horrific ways possible,' Senile old man would claim proudly. Of course, different wording, extremely paraphrased in his mind, but still, the message remained. War was never too profitable, never too rational. Just a big, loud and proud circle-jerk of powerful people winding up their toys and watching them spin in circles. This time, it was the very same premise... but damn was it profitable.

For him at least.

They were offering a hefty sum of those fancies and commodities he so dearly loved, the money was there too.

Music and robots, guts and glory. Who wouldn't want a part of it? The only real dilemma was the music part. He was no artist, he didn't have that gene in him. But what he did have was dedication. Obssesive, compulsive dedication to useless things. That and his burning memories from being that one star kid in band class, with the articulate, passionate voice for singing his heart out.

Needless to say, back then he sang like a clockwork mechanism when he was told to, on pitch perfect sync and matching energy just to get the class over with; but he sang with all of his heart, goddamnit!

Perhaps if he stayed in the back and allowed that nerdy band kid to come out, then maybe he would stop looking at the convenience store with dread in his eyes.

Thus, our hero sets sail.

Sound Power

Sound Power:



Heart Strings - Soul on Fire

Aura:
Rising Flames

Power:
Nathan's fire can take over his allies through his singing, setting their hearts ablaze, riling up their passion to greatly enhance their general performance. This amps up his allies' energy to the very extreme, enhancing their actions for a total of three turns. There is a period of cooldown 'overheat' for two extra turns after using his power.​

 

[The Black Knight]

Haze- Glad to see ya. Accepted. He looks like a very interesting character despite his quirks. I am interested in seeing him grow.

 

[Megilagor]

Making an offensive power is harder than I thought.
Making it fit, to not be op, but also not to be useless, have it be its own flavor but stay true to the aura.
The worst part being its the last thing i need to do before i can post the character.
Like at this point some nudge in the right direction, is all i need.
like i know it needs a cooldown but we can figure it out together what would be the best one.

 

[Megilagor]

Hope he fits in, but if not then I'm more than willing to change a few things!
Basic Information

Character Name: Terri Muirin
Nickname(s): Sharky

Rank: Recruit
Sound Grade: TBD
Squadron: TBD

Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair Color: Dark Blue
Eye Color: Yellow

Sound Aura Color and Appearance:
Terri’s sound aura manifests as waves on the ocean, at first calm and small, but as he continues playing music they grow bigger and more violent.

Position: Drummer

General Appearance:
Terri sports shoulder-length dark blue hair. He keeps his hair tied up in the back forming something like a bushy ponytail, but even that doesn't stop his bangs from covering half of his face, which he does intentionally. He usually wears cargo pants, a tank top or any short-sleeve shirt, along with his signature leather jacket.
His eyepatch is not just for show it hides his left eye which suffers from mydriasis, essentially dilating his pupil to the extreme making. Despite his short body, he is quite stocky and strong but he is not ripped as some would say as he prefers being compact.

Personality:
Terri might appear like a constantly angry and violent person but that is far from his true self, such behaviour is his defence mechanism acting up so he doesn't pass out due to low blood pressure. But if you take away such behaviour you are left with a hyperactive person with more energy inside him than he can spend in a day.

Having few friends cause of his personality he became very loyal to those who decided to side with him, caring for them to a fault even forsaking his own health if it meant he could help them with something.

Being caring, gentle and a bit childish doesn’t fit his image, but that's his true self, which only a few ever see, and how do you know you're one of the few? It's simple he smiles whenever he sees you, runs up to you and hugs you.
He has fears about many things but he always gathers up his courage and pushes on ignoring the thing he is fearful of, sometimes even deciding to fight what he fears.

Being a heavy case of an overthinker Terri had to find a way to empty his mind sometimes, he found two ways to do that, rollerskating and music, at first he found it hard to do either of those but through the years he grew accustomed to them, making them essentially a part of himself.

Current Story:

Spoiler: ”Beating of a drums heart”

Terri knew what he wanted to do since his early years, well kinda.
For him, only two options stood before him during his last day of high school.
First is becoming a cop like his father, but he didn’t like that idea Terri’s demeanour wouldn't allow that, what person would approach a scary cop.
The second would be to fulfil his dream of being in a band, he was in a few over the years but the same issue stood before him once again who would accept him the way he behaved wasn't the greatest and to be honest the same could be said about his music skills but his passion.

Well, there was the option to work in that maid/butler cafe but the thought of it send a shiver down his spine, last time he worked there he was forced to wear the maid outfit.
Why, well the boss thought he was a girl and did not take the truth of Tirra being a boy as an answer.
After finishing his lessons he packed up everything into his bag, changed his sneakers into the skates he kept in his bag and went skating to clear his head.
He spent a few hours skating around his neighbourhood before he tripped on a rock or something and fell.
Fealing a bit tired by now he just laid there looking at the sky before removing whatever stopped his skates from rolling, it was a poster for the IWA, he had seen them a few times around town, never really looking to close into them.

So he decided why the hell, not I'm already laying here with the poster in hand so let's read it.
After reading it Tirra jumped back up and skated as was as he could home to tell his parents what his future will hold.
The promise to end the Legion, while still being himself, and doing music, it was like a dream job for him, which he shall earn his position in it.
While entering his home, he simply yelled “I'm going to IWA!” and run upstairs to his room and began beating the drums like never before.
For finally he found a place he could belong to.

Sound Power

Instrument
Instrument Name: Sharktide
Type: Drums
Energy: Water
Power: Terri’s sound aura forms a shark made of water which flows towards the target before biting a part of it off ignoring any protection in its way before slowly dissolving into the aether.

 

[The Black Knight]

Megilagor I think the ability is fine. It will be handy for disarming certain enemy functions. Now, your character's "current story." If you're going to go that deep into the current story, then I want to know why he's "violent." What history does he have with violence because that personality trait isn't anything to brush off, especially if you're wanting him to be apart of a team. There's nothing wrong about having some demons, I just want to know how they appeared.

 

[Megilagor]

His angry and violent demeanour/behaviour hail from a health issue of his.
As he has really low blood pressure by default, making him drowsy and sleepy all the time, medications stopped working for him a few years back, so he picked up a way to fight against the issue itself by himself.
[stress, anger, activity, and violent behaviour raise blood pressure]
So yelling, cussing, being active. with violence being his last resort as hitting or being hit is one easy way to raise blood pressure via adrenaline.

Now to distinguish something that i might have written poorly while he does appear violent he does not act upon it. [essentially bark but no bite]

with him willing to throw away how he acts if he finds a way to either permanently fix his low blood pressure issue, or he finds a better alternative to what he was doing so far

 

[The Black Knight]

Megilagor All right. Adding him to the squadron.

 

[The Black Knight]

For those currently invested in this game, I was going to reconsider something I had mentioned before. This is just an idea that I had. As much as I didn't care about the instruments being part of the power armor and mecha, I did have the idea that the sound power leads to a transformation of the power armor into the mecha once the pilots reach a certain level of sound power. So they could receive their mobile suit in its most basic form. They could demonstrate capability to push the armor to evolve into its mecha form using their sound power. Maybe much later in the story with everyone believing the mecha is the ultimate form of the armor, they could show a capability to push it even beyond that. But for now, let me know if you guys like this idea. Uasal Haze- Megilagor

 

[Megilagor]

And I will answer your question with another question.
Do birds fly?
The answer to that question and yours are the same. "Heck Yes!"

 

[Uasal]

Sounds like a great idea

 

[Haze-]

Sounds veeery Gurren-Lagann. I like it

 

[Soviet Panda]

This seems interesting.

 

[The Black Knight]

Sounds veeery Gurren-Lagann. I like it

Yes. I must pay homage to Kamina.

 

[The Black Knight]

Come on down folks! Looking for enough people for at least two squadrons. If we can't get two squadrons, then I'll make the second squadron NPCs.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Basic Information
Character Name: Anastasia Stepfield
Nickname(s): Anna, Ann, Little Step (By her Parents)
Rank: Recruit
Sound Grade:
Squadron:
Age: 20
Gender:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 156 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Greenish-Yellow
Sound Aura Color and Appearance: Anna's surrounded by a smoky haze of grays that is similar to fog. Whenever she plays, this fog is consumed rapidly by her instrument.

Position: Bass Guitar

General Appearance: Anastasia tends to carry at least one travel bag with her whenever she can. Setting aside only when she needs to get physical or can safely store it somewhere. These bags tend to carry the usual travel gear one would expect from a hitchhiker including extra clothes and edibles. Though not a fashion person exactly, Anna does tend to stick to black colors due to their synergy with her Aura. Ties her hair back into a ponytail when practicing, training, etc.

Personality: Anna's a straight-forward type. She doesn't tend to mince-words and respects keeping things out in the open where they can be dealt with. Due to this, she can be fairly oblivious to finer social cues, far more comfortable with steam-rolling through any and every nuanced conversation she even gets close to in order to keep things on the level. Her bluntness tends to come off far harsher than she intends it to, a terrible combination with her indifference towards casual woes.

Anna's been aiming to fight the Legion for a long time, and tends to prioritize that highly. Recognizing her instrument as instrumental to that goal, she's taken to treating it like a battle brother, talking to it during tuning and even sleeping with the thing occasionally.

Though she's been living as a hitchhiker for the better part of two years, she tries to keep her possessions and environment as orderly as possible. Though not exactly neurotic about it, she views messes and inorganization as distracting, and can't help but point it out wherever she is. She will go out of her way to help colleagues keep things organized and clean, maintenance is a trust exercise she's done plenty of times with Price after all.

Its extremely hard for Anna to relax, as she's constantly trying to prepare herself for fighting the Legion. She'll tend to neglect Self-care and push herself beyond her capabilities, often using this as an excuse to prep even harder for her next bout. The only time she tends to really let go is when she's practicing with Price. Getting better at him tends to ease her, and confirms that she still has a purpose after all.

Spoiler: Current Story

Anna was closer to the war than most people her age, her Father was a decorated official of the EIA who even coordinated some expeditions. For her earliest years of childhood that didn't mean much to her, or her friends at the time. They all just took it as meaning she was slightly better off than others, but that viewpoint changed drastically for Anna once her parents found out about her particular affinity for music. Her father recognized her potential first, he was the one who put the idea of eventually fighting for humanity in Anna's head.

Her mother felt she was too young to even hear about such things, and would go on to try and encourage her daughter to invest in other hobbies or focus on schoolwork. Though Ana would ponder both her parents advice, she found herself leaning more and more towards her Father's ideas for one reason and one reason only: He told the truth. Her mother hadn't known at the time, but Mr. Stepfield was nothing less than absolutely blunt with Anna when it came to his work. The people he worked to protect, the lives he put on the line, the sheer unyielding destruction the Legion were capable of.

There was no mincing words, no sugarcoating it, from a young age Anna could feel the weight of her own potential settling onto her shoulders. The sense of duty and responsibility began seeping into more and more of her routine, making it hard for her to care for the everyday happenings of her peers. She began to try isolating herself from others so she could focus on schoolwork, but many of those topics seemed to fade from relevance whenever her thoughts came back to the war.

A vicious cycle began wherein her family's name would draw potential friends to her, only for her increasingly uninterested persona to drive many of them away. Anna didn't fault them for it, but there was too much at stake for her to change.

Her mother noticed these changes, but mistook them for some kind of rebel phase. When she found out what her husband had been telling their daughter, she grew disgusted and divorced him. She pleaded with Anna to leave with her, but Anastasia knew better than to run from responsibility. Though her father accepted the divorce, his wife's scathing final remarks did manage to instill doubt in him.

By that point it was too late, Anna let relations wither and rot, distanced herself from any education that wouldn't aid her in fighting the Legion, practiced with her Instrument more and more as the time when she'd be legible for the Audition drew near.

But then her Father insisted on postponing, telling her to experience more first. Anna initially opposed any form of hesitation, but her father wanted her to be sure of her decision. He implored she explore first, see what little of the world she could and see all the opportunities before her. Only when he implied that it would make her a more well-rounded soldier did she agree.

Dropping out of school, Anna spent several years venturing around numerous parts of the super dome. When she returned to her father, she gave him her answer...

...erasing any traces of doubt from his mind.

Sound Power

Instrument
Instrument Name: Price
Type: Bass
Energy: As Anna pumps more and more of her hazy fog into it, Price begins forming Monochromatic swirls along its neck. These swirls become more violent and discordant with every pluck of the strings.
Power: Once the Monochromatic Swirls reach a sort of critical mass, they can be fired in a violent wave of black and white that can disorient enemy units.

 

[The Black Knight]

GrieveWriter I really like your CS as well as the FC you chose. As for her Bass's attack, I would consider using "disrupt." Since the enemy is undead, and a machine. If you choose to have the attack disrupt, then for how long? Is it just for the one turn they are struck by the attack or does it have a longer effect?

 

[GrieveWriter]

GrieveWriter I really like your CS as well as the FC you chose. As for her Bass's attack, I would consider using "disrupt." Since the enemy is undead, and a machine. If you choose to have the attack disrupt, then for how long? Is it just for the one turn they are struck by the attack or does it have a longer effect?

Probably best if she can only disrupt for one turn at the the beginning, but maybe after a training arc or two she can extend that duration longer.

 

[The Black Knight]

Probably best if she can only disrupt for one turn at the the beginning, but maybe after a training arc or two she can extend that duration longer.

Sounds good. She's approved. I'll start working on the IC thread and Character Thread.

 

[The Black Knight]

Hello everybody,

Currently approved or prospects. I have created the Character Thread (for approved CSes only) and the IC if you want to read up on the future. There will be a GM post which starts the auditions. I am hoping that with these threads up, we will be able to get more RPers in on this game. If not, then again, I can always make the other squadron a NPC. Please see the following links. Approved members only please move your CSes over to the Character Thread.

Iron Clad IC

Character Thread

Uasal Megilagor Haze- GrieveWriter

 

[Soviet Panda]

Basic Information
Character Name: Connor James Hewlin.
Nickname(s): N/A
Rank: Recruit
Sound Grade:
Squadron:
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Sound Aura Color and Appearance: Coruscating sheets of crackling purple lightning surround Connor as he spins those records.

Position: DJ/Backup Vocals

General Appearance: Connor has two large patches tattoos on his body. His left leg is covered in characters from various anime, from classics to modern masterpieces, while his right arm has been done up to appear as if the bicep has been replaced with a robotic counter part. Otherwise, he is a fairly average looking person.

Personality: Connor is a prickly sort, like a cactus. Except once you get past the thorns he can still be somewhat abrasive. This is due to him constantly having to try and one up someone in some show of proving that he's not a failure. Where he got this notion is a complete mystery, but he is the way he is because of it. It's only gotten worse after his musical career died before it even got started.

Current Story: Connor had no great urge to save humanity, believing it was his duty. No, far from it. He simply saw this as an opportunity to try and revive his music career. He feels like he's working a dead end job (he isn't and they're actually looking to promote him) with nothing going for him. He just needs that one chance to do what he knows was destined to do, and that is to make absolute bangers out of every track he makes.

Sound Power

Instrument
Instrument Name: Banger
Type: Sound board/mixer
Energy: Crackling electricity
Power: Connor unleashes a violent wave of electrical energy that sweeps across an area, damaging the four nearest enemies. Connor can do this once every three turns.

 

[The Black Knight]

Spoiler: WIP

Basic Information
Character Name: Connor James Hewlin.
Nickname(s): N/A
Rank: Recruit
Sound Grade:
Squadron:
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Height: Nothing below 5'0 and nothing above 6'4"
Weight: Believable weight please.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Sound Aura Color and Appearance: Describe your character's aura.

Position: DJ/Electronics

General Appearance: Describe what your character looks like that isn't presented in the imagery you chose. This goes into extra details such as accessories, tattoos, distinct scars, etc. Please don't give you character all of these things because you feel you have to. I would like for anime or digital art to be used for imagery of your character. You can put the pictures anywhere in this CS or jazz up this CS however you like.

Personality: Write enough here so that it looks like you tried.

Current Story: What is your character's current story? Why did they choose to audition? What are they hoping to achieve?

Sound Power

Heart String (Relevant only to Singers)
Sound Aura: This is the same aura you mentioned earlier in your CS.
Power: When your character's sound aura is burning, what power are they capable of? It can be an offensive, defensive, or support ability. Only one. Think of this power as something that can tear down a Legion's defensive shield, cause armor-piercing damage, boost the morale of the team, or cause status effects to a unit. This power can also self-buff (support ability). Don't worry; this is a mecha game, but the pilots also have powers of their own that separates them from the regular people in the EIA.

Instrument (Relevant only to Musicians)
Instrument Name: If your gave it a name. Think of it as a weapon.
Type: What kind of instrument is it?
Energy: What does its energy look like? Electricity, fire, ice, bubbles, etc.
Power: When your character's sound aura is burning, and their instrument unlocks, what power does it have? It can be an offensive ability, defensive ability, or support ability. It can only be one though not multiple. Think of this power as something that can tear down a Legion's defensive shield, cause armor-piercing damage, boost the morale of the team, or cause status effects to a unit. This power can also self-buff (support ability). Don't worry; this is a mecha game, but the pilots also have powers of their own that separates them from the regular people in the EIA.

I'm currently at work and cannot find a suitable picture for my character to really get the gears turning. It is also taking all of my will power to not just copy over the height and weight of Hafthor Bjornsson.

That's fine. Just let me know when it's finished, and I'll review it.

 

[Uasal]

I just realised that squad one so far has both female members taller than the males and tbh I find that hilarious

 

[Monday]

Basic Information

Character Name: Lucy Loman
Nickname(s): Luc (pronounced like "loose"), LuLo
Rank: Recruit
Sound Grade:
Squadron:
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 107 lbs
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Light Purple
Sound Aura Color and Appearance: Lucy's aura takes the form of luminous silver threads that weave, ripple, swirl and dance to the music.
Position: Violinist

General Appearance: Lucy is a petite young woman with the slim, lithe body of a dancer, and favors a casual style of dressing when off duty, usually wearing various band t-shirts with a black hoodie, black ripped jeans, and black high-top sneakers. Multiple piercings are visible on each ear, including an industrial piercing and a helix piercing on her right ear and three helix piercings on her left, creating a deliberate asymmetry, which almost always sport shiny black jewelry. She also tends to wear chunky black rings on her hands and multiple wristbands. Her hair is almost always swept up in a messy ponytail.

Personality: No longer feeling the need to prove herself so strongly, Lucy has developed a more mellow, laid-back demeanor in contrast to her earlier years, although she still holds herself to a high standard and takes her job seriously. Social and interested in others, but seldom intrusive, she adapts well to group settings and will try keep the conversation flowing and make sure no one is left out. Often, she winds up filling the role of "mom friend" because she can't resist stepping in whenever she sees a problem. Though she values harmony and cohesion, if her values are ever crossed, or if she witnesses an injustice, she is capable of being very aggressive, surprising those who haven't seen this side of her. In quiet moments, a melancholy, reflective mood comes over her, and she will sometimes become lost in her abstract musings. Overall, she carries herself with an understated maturity, and has been said to be wiser than her years. Under her collected exterior, though, she tends to value herself according to her usefulness to others, wrestles with relentless self-doubt, and struggles to know what she wants for her own life.

Spoiler: Current Story

As the daughter of a music teacher and a once-prominent concert violinist, music has always been a part of Lucy's life. That's just what the Lomans did. From her first piano lessons in elementary school to marching band, show choir, and musicals during her high school years, and even ballet and tap dancing classes throughout her childhood, if it involves music, she's probably done it at some point. However, her number one goal was always to follow in her father's footsteps, so her central pursuit was the violin.

Friendly and hardworking, Lucy attacked both the academic and social aspects of high school with gusto, and was rewarded with both popularity and a place on the honor roll. She was the sort who knew everyone and got along with everyone. After graduating with top grades, she entered her father's alma mater, one of the finest musical conservatories in the area. Though she progressed well at first, by her sophomore year it was becoming increasingly clear both to her and to her teachers that she was missing something in comparison to her peers. Over and over, she received the same feedback. Her technique was excellent, but her style was robotic, methodical. It lacked passion, a certain connection with the music.

Even faced with this obstacle, she was determined to forge ahead. After all, she was the daughter of Leonard Loman. How could she do less? But what did it mean to play with "passion"? What did it take to master something intangible? When sheer effort alone didn't provide answers, she simply dug in harder. Competing with her classmates, practicing every spare moment and long into the night, sometimes pulling all nighters, she took to living on caffeine and, as her health took a hit and colds became frequent, vitamin C supplements. As stress and sleep deprivation took their toll, she became uncharacteristically withdrawn and irritable, and her performance suffered, driving her to further extremes. She was spiraling. By the time her third year rolled around, it was clear she'd reached her breaking point.

At the end of the first semester, her violin teacher called her into his office and told her, gently, that it wasn't too late to consider a different career path. Lucy was devastated by what she perceived as a lack of faith in her talent, an apparent confirmation of her own worst fears. When she argued that she would make it work somehow, the professor strongly urged her to at least take some time off to "figure herself out". That was almost a worse insult. Stupid people who didn't plan took gap years to "figure themselves out", not responsible honor students! She hated the idea. It felt like admitting defeat. Still, she couldn't deny that she was burnt out and desperately needed some breathing room to get herself together.

So, she went home at the end of the semester, and didn't come back. Although they seemed outwardly supportive, she could sense the unspoken confusion, concern, and judgement from her parents, especially since her younger brother had entered the conservatory that year and was thoroughly excelling. Completely exhausted, when she arrived home, all she wanted to do was sleep. For the first time since she was three years old, she let a day pass without touching her violin. Then another day passed, and another. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months.

In the deafening silence that filled the time between her half-hearted job searches, as she went for long walks or simply lay in her room staring at the ceiling, she was forced to confront the fact that she had lost all passion for music... if she'd ever had any in the first place. Right now, she didn't even want to hear music, let alone play. Just like that, she realized all her hard work for the past seventeen years had been for nothing. She wasn't who she thought she was. She wasn't talented. She didn't take after her father. Now, she would have to pick another career path and start over from scratch. But she had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do. After so much time was wasted, it seemed nothing could possibly fill the vacuum left in the wake of her lifelong ambition. Unable to find passion for anything, she whiled her days away, sinking deeper and deeper into depression and apathy.

One day, three months after dropping of college, she happened to walk past a hole-in-the-wall music store with a secondhand electric violin displayed in the window. Out of curiosity, she tried it, liked it, and bought it. It was the first impulse purchase of her life. While she was there, she also picked up a flyer for the IWA. She took the violin home, tuned it up a bit, and, while learning to play it properly, began to explore genres of music she'd previously ignored, and quickly fell down the rabbit hole of alternative music. At the same time, she met some local independent musicians at the store where she'd bought her violin, who helped expand her taste in music further and even invited her to collaborate with them and participate in some small gigs. It was far from professional work, but it was fun. For the first time, she experienced the joy of experimenting and fooling around, of making noise just for the hell of it. For the first time, she knew what it meant to put heart into her music.

She'd finally found her passion. Problem was, as a broke independent artist still trying to find her own sound, she still needed a day job. That's when she remembered the IWA flyer, and made the second impulsive decision of her life. Ultimately, she didn't quite know herself what she was thinking. For all the pay and benefits, it was still an insanely dangerous job that could get her killed. Maybe the rebellious phase she'd skipped during her teens was catching up with her now. Certainly, her parents were... ambivalent. Maybe she liked that guts mattered more than skill in this line of work. Maybe she liked the idea that, even without genius-level talent, she could still do something meaningful with music. Playing her heart out and saving the world at the same time? Really, it wasn't such a bad deal.

In fact, she couldn't help but feel that she'd found her calling. Perhaps the gnawing sense of inadequacy that had fueled her perfectionism had been leading her to this very moment all along. She wouldn't know until she tried, right?

Sound Power

Instrument
Instrument Name: Fatespinner
Type: Electric Violin
Energy: When Lucy channels her aura through her instrument, silver threads form where the bow meets the strings and spread out in every direction, growing longer the more she plays.
Power: Once enough strings are produced, they can be controlled in unison to weave and constrict around enemies, snaking into any opening and dealing continuous damage as the vibrations from her playing travel along them. After three turns, the threads forcefully detach themselves from their targets, slashing at their internal components as they do so and dealing an extra burst of damage before dissipating. This effect is amplified when multiple targets are connected by the threads.