[OOC][AU]Puella Magi Malefica Magica

[Darcness]

*cough* Ayase is dolls *cough* :P but yeah, when you had mentioned what you had about powers, I was like " : DDDDD " Also- for kicks and giggles, I'll leave my evil Puella's profile in here laterish, I have to finish cleaning crap today DX I go back to school in January and my room is the equivalent to a bomb test site.

[Pacifista]

Aikalynn, you missed my character. >_>

Though given her wish, I find that hilariously ironic.

If you have any problems I think I'll use her another time/later in the RP and make a Magical Bro to...well, not balance genders, but keep it from being mono-gendered.

Name: Minami Rio
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: 16

Personality: Rio doesn’t consider herself a shy person, but her words always seem to come out soft and quiet. She doesn’t like to be put down, so she tries her hardest, and when offended or even bullied, she often won’t do anything. She can be a bit rash, not always thinking things through. She wouldn’t call herself dumb, but she struggles to keep her grades in a good range. When stressed or put on the spot, she tends to stutter, generally being unable to get so much as a word out. There are times where she gets more focused, however. When on the baseball field, she’s a decent batter and can generally keep her cool. When in the Barrier of a Witch or up against a Familiar, she can similarly keep her head, but she’s also only fought alone; fighting alongside others might go differently.

Bio: Rio was born in Korea to her parents, a her Japanese immigrant father who moved for work and her native mother. However, she never remembered it well, since she was moved back at a young age after an armed robbery left the both of them dead. She was briefly left to an orphanage while the question of where to put her came up: her mother’s extended family didn’t want her, and her father’s extended family felt it was a lot of trouble with Rio being overseas. Eventually, it was settled, and Rio was sent to live with her uncle’s family in Japan. Though she was young, she never quite felt like she was a part of their family, despite having been with them for most of her life. Her aunt never cared for her, her cousins ignored her more often than they harassed her, and her father was often too tired from his construction work to do anything about it.

In Elementary School, Rio often found herself being the odd one out, and friends only seemed to last a little while, as they often moved on before stronger bonds were formed. She eventually just secluded herself to studying and video games. In Middle School, she finally felt like something when she went for baseball, she got some friends, has something she could be proud of herself for. Even then, she was overshadowed by her teammates, though she felt like she could surpass them if she tried hard enough. Even as she practiced her hardest, by the time she got close, she started High School, were once again, she was behind the pack.

After one particular day of a nasty practice session followed by nothing but short, awkward conversations with her family at home, she lazed in bed playing on a handheld when a white animal was at her slipped into her room from the door. She didn’t even notice until it jumped on her bed and greeted her, causing her to cry out in surprise and drop her handheld on the ground, where the battery fell out and she lost her progress. As Kyubey introduced himself, explaining that he had to slip through the house because she wouldn’t answer him at the window, she couldn’t help but notice no one came to see what she was freaking out about. When asked, he also mentioned that the only one in the house who could see him was her.

With introductions out of the way, Rio wondered why she was able to calmly talk to the little fox/cat/thing before it began to explain its reason for being here: it wanted to form a Contract, one of the conditions being that she could make a single wish, making one of her desires reality. It didn’t take her long to think of a thing or two to wish for, but there had to be something; some kind of catch there. Of course, that was the whole point as Kyubey began to explain: she’d get her wish as long as she continued to fight monsters called Witches as a Puella Magi. Rolling over to think about it, she figured it was sort of like the Magical Girl shows she used to watch. If it was like those, how bad could it be? Facing Kyubey, she stated her desire. She was tired of being ignored, and effectively being a Magical Girl didn’t sound bad at all.

“I wish people would notice me more.”

With that, the Contract was sealed.

The next day, the effects of the wish were readily apparent; more people would talk to her even if it was just a morning greeting or random question. When Rio went home, she actually had some decent conversations with her aunt and cousins. She went to bed that night happier than she’d been since she started High School. Then, Kyubey showed up, reminding her that she had other duties. That night she went on her first Witch Hunt, Kyubey accompanying for advice, as a guide, to explain her powers and abilities that she wasn’t quite familiar with yet. With her gold Soul Gem guiding her, she encountered her first Witch in a barrier between two sides of a busy highway which passed over a river. Getting there was troubling enough with the traffic, and when she entered, she wasn’t quite sure what was going on with the bizarre scenery.

The fight itself went surprisingly well; Rio finished it in a few blows once she cleared the distance, making use of her weapon and her Sound Bursts, not messing with the other stuff yet. When the fight was over, she was in the middle of the highway once more. However, while trying to cross it once again, she heard a sudden warning from the Kyubey on her shoulder before he jumped away. Before she could react, Rio was hit by a vehicle, which tore her side and flung her into the railing, where she flipped, falling below, passing out from the pain for a few minutes. The fall alone should have been fatal, but when she came too, she noticed her wounds: her legs had been shattered; one of them twisting oddly, and her side was mangled a bit. Dizzy from panic, but not feeling nearly as much pain as she felt like she should, Kyubey’s appearance from above was hardly reassuring until he explained that she could magically heal herself. She patched herself up a bit, but she used enough magic that she felt the need to use the Grief Seed she’d just pilfered to regain it. Even then, she still used a lot of magic just so that she could walk, and she still had several surface wounds. As she escaped the scene, avoiding the people who went down to find the supposed corpse, she tried to ask Kyubey why she didn’t die. He calmly brushed it off, saying that Magi’s were quite durable, also briefly mentioning she should keep her source of magic safe, referring to her Soul Gem.

Rio got home, knowing she’d need to fight more Witches to get more Greif Seeds to heal fully, but that was a problem in itself with her wounds. She’d already begun regretting her choice, taking a school day off to slip into a hospital, get some aid, and then slip out as soon as she could. When she returned the next day, she’d found out a nasty side effect from her wish. A story got out that a student from the school had gotten hit by a vehicle, and was presumed dead, but missing. For some reason, a rumor spread that she’d been the one to have been hit and killed, which was why so many were surprised to see her, especially after having been gone a day. Thinking on it later, she wasn’t sure why, but she felt it might have been her wish that caused people to think of her. It probably would have been different it she hadn’t been wearing her uniform.

Already having further doubts, she knew she’d have to continue fighting Witches to heal her wounds, but if she was wounded again...it’d be a horrible cycle of pain and restoration. Although, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get to stop fighting Witches or not, Kyubey didn’t mention those specifics. She also wasn’t sure what unexpected effects her wish would continue to have on her life either. However, she resolved to do her best no matter what.

Appearance: Average height for her age and neither particularly thin or chubby, Rio would normally have little in the way of presence. Her hair is short and brown, her wide eyes also plain brown, and her skin is slightly tanned beyond her sleeves. When not wearing her school uniform, she typically wears a blouse and skirt, with other weather appropriate gear if necessary. She usually carries around her bag, with both her school things and anything else she needs, a small brown mouse plush dangling from a strap. On her finger is a silver ring, display three odd runes and set with a gold gemstone. Despite her plain appearance, others still pay more attention to her than would be normal, due to her Contract.

Puella Magi Form: Almost in direct contrast with her normal, plain appearance, her Puella Magi costume is beyond flamboyant. Aside from a few elements, the shiny fabric of her outfit shifts between pale shades of colors, except when her emotions peak, in which case it more rapidly shifts towards a fitting color. She wears a round cap with a gold tassel hanging of the side. On her torso is a long coat, always buttoned up, the top star-shaped button shining gold, and the others cycling through the shades of the rainbow, with the last being orange. Silver frills coming out of the hem and sleeves. She wears fitting pants underneath, and her white boots go above her ankles

Soul Gem Symbol + Location: The top button of her outfit is her shining golden Soul Gem, shaped like a star.
Finisher: Using more of her magical power, Rio creates a larger Sound Burst and throws it up before striking it with her Burst Rod like a baseball. The Shockwave from her Rod propels it at a force she can’t match otherwise, dealing even more damage.

Spells:

• Weapon Spell – Burst Rod: Resembling a thin, but long club, this bat-like weapon is silver in color with the handle striped with the shades of a rainbow, dark, curved lines making up a pattern around the rest. It is a bit large for a normal person her size, but since it’s a magical weapon, it’s not cumbersome. When it strikes something, it lets out a shockwave with a loud, accompanying burst of sound.
• Spell 2 – Obscure: A form of sensory control, Rio can make something within sight harder for others to notice. It doesn’t change the object physically; it is just more likely that others will overlook it. Unless someone is actively searching for the Obscured object, there is a high chance it will go unnoticed, however so conditions, such as the object being in the middle of an otherwise empty room, making a noise, or otherwise being hard to miss, the magic will fail. Rio can use it on anyone or anything of reasonable size except for herself, though there are some limitations, such as that she can only keep one thing Obscured at a time.
• Spell 3 – Illuminate: The opposite of Obscuring something, an Illuminated object or person is hard to miss. Observers tend to notice it as soon as they can, and can then choose to ignore or examine what was Illuminated based on the circumstances. If the Illuminated object is well hidden, it can never be noticed, so the magic won’t take effect. As a result of her wish, Rio is effectively Illuminated permanently, and can do nothing about it. Only one thing (other than herself) can be Illuminated at a time.
• Spell 4 – Magical Sound Burst: An offensive spell, Rio can create small shining orb, which creates a burst of force and sound when it impacts something. She can propel it magically to give it distance she otherwise wouldn’t manage on her own, but she can’t change the direction much once she tosses it. It is essential a ranged version of the effect her Burst Rod creates.

Wish: Always being something of a wallflower and often feeling ignored, Rio simply wished that others would notice her.

[Zombehs]

Wah, wah just finishing up my biography before throwing up the CS. First male Magi on its way soonish.

After I finish philosophizing on Fight Club.

[Hagazussa]

Well there have just been a holiday, I am sure things will pick up soon.

[Zombehs]

Name: Mitchel Akate
Nickname: Mitz
Gender: Male
Age: 18

Personality: A fairly reserved boy, Mitchel is not one for optimism. He walks through life with a tired and lethargic look on his face. What others would call a state of sadness, Mitchel simply refers to his state of being. He avoids interactions with others out of his own, but is amiable to others attempts to interact with him. Yet despite that, he always seems to hold others at an arms’ length away, metaphorically speaking. He isn’t exactly cold, but there is just something about him that isolates him from others.

When it comes to dealing with Magi issues, it’d be correct to say his way of thinking has been twisted. After all one can only stare so long into the abyss before the abyss begins to stare back. He is much colder than his exterior persona would even hint at. He’s more than willing to simply leave a Witch he can’t defeat alone and let it rampage freely. He’ll turn his back on his companions without hesitation if it’s unlikely he can save them. Yet he fights alone, unwilling to rely on other Magi for whom he may betray or be betrayed by eventually.

Bio: Mitchel, as one can probably infer from his name, is not completely Japanese. Rather his mother was of European descent, while his father was Japanese. Not something terribly uncommon in this day and age. His parents weren’t famous, rich or brilliant minds, but they lived a life of modest pleasures. Sure Mitchel wasn’t spoilt, but he grew up surrounded by loving parents, decent friends, and a relatively problem free life.

That soon changed though. Mitchel would never receive a proper answer or reason for why other than it was a horrible accident and mishap. Nothing that didn’t simply boil his blood and make him shake in anger. It would have been almost five years ago that a blaze burned through their floor on the apartment building. Even years later the fire department would still be baffled by the incident, a blaze so strong that putting it out had been near impossible and only through luck had the fire died down on its own. Almost everyone on the floor had died, slowly as flames licked at their skin or jumping to their deaths. Truly tragic, the masses felt and newspapers reported. Perhaps out of some twisted form of fate, Mitchel had survived on the balcony of their apartment, pinned down by a burning piece of wood, yet safe from the inferno that raged on inside.

The days, even weeks that followed, seemed to pass in an instant for Mitchel. Shock coupled by pain they had told him. He remembered glimpses of doctors, his friends, and some people he didn’t know, but that’s all they were. Yet through everything, even the aching pain now that he had woken up, he remembered a strange creature in all his memories. It was a strange white animal, red pearl for eyes and ears that didn’t exist in this world, fixated on him.

When he could finally wake without blacking out from the pain, the animal was still there, staring at him as always. Trying to raise his arm without success, turning his head was painful, a faint red staining the pillow as he twisted his neck. Yet the sight that greeted him made him all but forget about the pain. An arm, one he wished wasn’t his, burnt black and twitching as he tried to move it. He tried to scream out, but his throat caught, no air to scream with. Amidst all this the animal spoke, not aloud, but rather directly to him.

“I can grant you a single wish if you will but form a contract with me.”

Perhaps if he had been less distressed at the time, Mitchel would have thought more carefully upon his wish. With a body that refused to respond without pain, shackled to a hospital bed and the knowledge that his parents were dead, Mitchel was far from a healthy mental state and perhaps the Incubator was well aware of that. The wish had been made though and the contract sealed. The world went dark and when he awoke, he found himself staring down at the lights of an unknown city. That didn’t matter though, a feeling of elation as his body moved freely and effortlessly despite the injuries that covered it.

It’d be a week until Mitchel would encounter his first Witch. A month until he grasped his first Grief Seed. Half a year until he first experience death as a Magi. A year until he realized what Witches were. Two years until he killed one of his “own”. And now it’d be almost four years since he's embraced this new life.

Appearance: While Mitchel might have originally been a fairly attractive boy, it is hard to associate him with the word attractive nowadays. His hair is still black as night with faint streaks of red and reaches just down past his ears. His face is slightly disfigured now though. One eye is constantly flushed red, as if pooling with blood, while his right cheek is charred by burns. The eye that wasn’t injured is a soft shade of jade, lacking in energy or optimism. His body is a mess, a right arm shrivelled and blackened from the flames with faint spots of red, and burn marks extend to his chest and torso.

Almost all of his waking moments, his right arm is wrapped in gauze and bandages, hiding its disfigurement from others. His face is not as well concealed though, Mitchel relying more on a hood and keeping his head down to avoid attracting attention. Currently, he stands at just below six feet and over 150 lb., making it somewhat difficult to avoid attention in Shusseiakue. Still he manages, just as he always has.

Puella Magi Form: In his Magi form, Mitchel gains a pitch black hooded trench coat. Underneath the coat, his form is hard to make out, as if the darkness actively seeks to conceal him. Ashes drift from the clothing whenever it moves and the smell of something burning, if faint spreads from him. The hood utterly conceals his face, revealing only two small flames in the place of his eyes. One glows a pale white and flickers constantly, while the other burns jade and fiercely.

White boots and gloves are a striking contrast to the rest of his outfit and a strange fit. Yet they do not remain white for too long, as a battle draws out and Mitchel expends more of his energy, the boots and gloves slowly change from white to grey than black as if being consumed by flames.

Soul Gem Symbol + Location: His soul gem takes the form of a bracelet when in his Magi form, two snakes intertwined with one another and the actual gem in the fangs of the snakes. The colour may change depending on the angle viewed from, but always manages to retain a metallic sheen.

Spells:

• Weapon Spell – Rip & Tear: A pair of gauntlets, they appear dull and rusted from age and a lack of care. The clawed fingertips are still sharp enough to rend steel and gouge rock and is how Mitchel came to decide upon their names, albeit uncreative ones at that. The gauntlets also possess a special ability, when clasped together.
  
  By bringing the gauntlets together, the user is able to rip a rift in space at their location. Now a single rift in itself is useless other than providing some mediocre defense. After all, how can a blade travel through space that doesn’t exist? Magic is more effective at destroying the rifts, albeit as Mitchel is capable of creating rifts as quickly as they are destroyed; it often just becomes a trial of patience. Of course, since the gauntlets are only capable of creating small rifts, enough for a hand to reach through, they are far from an optimal form of defense.
  
  However when the gauntlets come in contact with any rifts, his arm will be able to shift through the rift and appear through any other open rift. So whilst he isn’t able to hop through his rifts to surprise enemies, in a battle that drags out long enough, his enemies may find attacks appearing from rifts that surround the battlefield. Of course every time he passes through a rift, the entrance and exit rift vanish afterwards, meaning the ability is limited in use.
  
  
• Spell 2 – Inferno Pierce: A directed energy attack, orbs form at the fingertips of his hand before humming deeply as they gather energy. After receiving enough energy to fully charge, generally a few seconds at least, the orbs will expand and compress, lighting up the area much like a flash bang momentarily. What follows after is a devastating, but brief light show, as four lasers melt and cut their way through opposition. Useful for clearing out weak familiars in masse and if the lasers are focused onto a single spot, can injury even Witches.
  
  
• Spell 3 – The Void: What happens if Rip & Tear’s natural ability is amplified even further with magic. Instead of creating a simple and stable rift in space, this spell forces the gauntlets to not simply rip a rift, but create a massive and unstable hole in space. Whereas the rift has a distinct boundary between space and no space, no such exists for the hole. As a result, it simply pulls everything around it into it until Mitchel can no longer sustain the spell. Afterwards the hole will simply collapse on itself, vanishing and taking everything pulled in along with it. Again the spell is meant for the clearing of familiars in masse, but is relatively useless against a Witch.
  
  
• Spell 4 – Flame’s Embrace: Mitchel’s most powerful spell, it is also the most difficult and dangerous for him to use. Firstly the requirement is a pain to achieve, especially if a battle has drawn out long enough for him to fall back on using the spell. There can only be one rift active for him to begin the spell, which involves creating a flame within the single rift and essentially letting it grow freely in the rift. Of course the growth is accompanied by a significant burden on Mitchel, which means he can’t let the flame grow for too long lest he find himself completely drained of energy. Too small of a flame will simply be brushed aside by Witches, while too large will leave Mitchel unable to act.
  
  To release the flame, another rift is made and the flames rush forth from the opening. These flames are far from normal though feeding off the energy that Witches and Puella Magi release. They are drawn towards any nearby source of energy, Mitchel himself excluded thankfully. As such attempting to smother the flames with magic is essentially adding fuel to the fire unless the spell is equally powerful.
  
  
• Finisher: Rift Slash: Bringing his pair of gauntlets together, Mitchel pierces his opponent before bisecting them by creating a rift within them.

Wish: I want to escape and leave behind this place and this life. As per his wish Mitchel's body wasn't healed, but at the very least even despite his injuries, Mitchel is capable of superhuman feats. He's also harder to notice, able to slip through crowds and areas without attracting any attention. Basically he naturally projects a Someone Else's Problem Field around him that makes people ignore him subconsciously.

Uh yay, it's finished?

[mitsuo nakamura]

Nickname: Mitz
Gender: Male
Age: 18

Personality: A fairly reserved boy, Mitchel is not one for optimism. He walks through life with a tired and lethargic look on his face. What others would call a state of sadness, Mitchel simply refers to his state of being. He avoids interactions with others out of his own, but is amiable to others attempts to interact with him. Yet despite that, he always seems to hold others at an arms’ length away, metaphorically speaking. He isn’t exactly cold, but there is just something about him that isolates him from others.

When it comes to dealing with Magi issues, it’d be correct to say his way of thinking has been twisted. After all one can only stare so long into the abyss before the abyss begins to stare back. He is much colder than his exterior persona would even hint at. He’s more than willing to simply leave a Witch he can’t defeat alone and let it rampage freely. He’ll turn his back on his companions without hesitation if it’s unlikely he can save them. Yet he fights alone, unwilling to rely on other Magi for whom he may betray or be betrayed by eventually.

Bio: Mitchel, as one can probably infer from his name, is not completely Japanese. Rather his mother was of European descent, while his father was Japanese. Not something terribly uncommon in this day and age. His parents weren’t famous, rich or brilliant minds, but they lived a life of modest pleasures. Sure Mitchel wasn’t spoilt, but he grew up surrounded by loving parents, decent friends, and a relatively problem free life.

That soon changed though. Mitchel would never receive a proper answer or reason for why other than it was a horrible accident and mishap. Nothing that didn’t simply boil his blood and make him shake in anger. It would have been almost four years ago that a blaze burned through their floor on the apartment building. Even years later the fire department would still be baffled by the incident, a blaze so strong that putting it out had been near impossible and only through luck had the fire died down on its own. Almost everyone on the floor had died, slowly as flames licked at their skin or jumping to their deaths. Truly tragic, the masses felt and newspapers reported. Perhaps out of some twisted form of fate, Mitchel had survived on the balcony of their apartment, pinned down by a burning piece of wood, yet safe from the inferno that raged on inside.

The days, even weeks that followed, seemed to pass in an instant for Mitchel. Shock coupled by pain they had told him. He remembered glimpses of doctors, his friends, and some people he didn’t know, but that’s all they were. Yet through everything, even the aching pain now that he had woken up, he remembered a strange creature in all his memories. It was a strange white animal, red pearl for eyes and ears that didn’t exist in this world, fixated on him.

When he could finally wake without blacking out from the pain, the animal was still there, staring at him as always. Trying to raise his arm without success, turning his head was painful, a faint red staining the pillow as he twisted his neck. Yet the sight that greeted him made him all but forget about the pain. An arm, one he wished wasn’t his, burnt black and twitching as he tried to move it. He tried to scream out, but his throat caught, no air to scream with. Amidst all this the animal spoke, not aloud, but rather directly to him.

“I can grant you a single wish if you will but form a contract with me.”

Perhaps if he had been less distressed at the time, Mitchel would have thought more carefully upon his wish. With a body that refused to respond without pain, shackled to a hospital bed and the knowledge that his parents were dead, Mitchel was far from a healthy mental state and perhaps the Incubator was well aware of that. The wish had been made though and the contract sealed. The world went dark and when he awoke, he found himself staring down at the lights of an unknown city. That didn’t matter though, a feeling of elation as his body moved freely and effortlessly despite the injuries that covered it.

It’d be a week until Mitchel would encounter his first Witch. A month until he grasped his first Grief Seed. Half a year until he first experience death as a Magi. A year until he realized what Witches were. Two years until he killed one of his “own”. And now it’d be almost four years since he's embraced this new life.

Appearance: While Mitchel might have originally been a fairly attractive boy, it is hard to associate him with the word attractive nowadays. His hair is still black as night with faint streaks of red and reaches just down past his ears. His face is slightly disfigured now though. One eye is constantly flushed red, as if pooling with blood, while his right cheek is charred by burns. The eye that wasn’t injured is a soft shade of jade, lacking in energy or optimism. His body is a mess, a right arm shrivelled and blackened from the flames with faint spots of red, and burn marks extend to his chest and torso.

Almost all of his waking moments, his right arm is wrapped in gauze and bandages, hiding its disfigurement from others. His face is not as well concealed though, Mitchel relying more on a hood and keeping his head down to avoid attracting attention. Currently, he stands at just below six feet and over 150 lb., making it somewhat difficult to avoid attention in Shusseiakue. Still he manages, just as he always has.

Puella Magi Form: In his Magi form, Mitchel gains a pitch black hooded trench coat. Underneath the coat, his form is hard to make out, as if the darkness actively seeks to conceal him. Ashes drift from the clothing whenever it moves and the smell of something burning, if faint spreads from him. The hood utterly conceals his face, revealing only two small flames in the place of his eyes. One glows a pale white and flickers constantly, while the other burns jade and fiercely.

White boots and gloves are a striking contrast to the rest of his outfit and a strange fit. Yet they do not remain white for too long, as a battle draws out and Mitchel expends more of his energy, the boots and gloves slowly change from white to grey than black as if being consumed by flames.

Soul Gem Symbol + Location: His soul gem takes the form of a bracelet when in his Magi form, two snakes intertwined with one another and the actual gem in the fangs of the snakes. The colour may change depending on the angle viewed from, but always manages to retain a metallic sheen.

Spells:

• Weapon Spell – Rip & Tear: A pair of gauntlets, they appear dull and rusted from age and a lack of care. The clawed fingertips are still sharp enough to rend steel and gouge rock and is how Mitchel came to decide upon their names, albeit uncreative ones at that. The gauntlets also possess a special ability, when clasped together.
  
  By bringing the gauntlets together, the user is able to rip a rift in space at their location. Now a single rift in itself is useless other than providing some mediocre defense. After all, how can a blade travel through space that doesn’t exist? Magic is more effective at destroying the rifts, albeit as Mitchel is capable of creating rifts as quickly as they are destroyed; it often just becomes a trial of patience. Of course, since the gauntlets are only capable of creating small rifts, enough for a hand to reach through, they are far from an optimal form of defense.
  
  However when the gauntlets come in contact with any rifts, his arm will be able to shift through the rift and appear through any other open rift. So whilst he isn’t able to hop through his rifts to surprise enemies, in a battle that drags out long enough, his enemies may find attacks appearing from rifts that surround the battlefield. Of course every time he passes through a rift, the entrance and exit rift vanish afterwards, meaning the ability is limited in use.
  
  
• Spell 2 – Inferno Pierce: A directed energy attack, orbs form at the fingertips of his hand before humming deeply as they gather energy. After receiving enough energy to fully charge, generally a few seconds at least, the orbs will expand and compress, lighting up the area much like a flash bang momentarily. What follows after is a devastating, but brief light show, as four lasers melt and cut their way through opposition. Useful for clearing out weak familiars in masse and if the lasers are focused onto a single spot, can injury even Witches.
  
  
• Spell 3 – The Void: What happens if Rip & Tear’s natural ability is amplified even further with magic. Instead of creating a simple and stable rift in space, this spell forces the gauntlets to not simply rip a rift, but create a massive and unstable hole in space. Whereas the rift has a distinct boundary between space and no space, no such exists for the hole. As a result, it simply pulls everything around it into it until Mitchel can no longer sustain the spell. Afterwards the hole will simply collapse on itself, vanishing and taking everything pulled in along with it. Again the spell is meant for the clearing of familiars in masse, but is relatively useless against a Witch.
  
  
• Spell 4 – Flame’s Embrace: Mitchel’s most powerful spell, it is also the most difficult and dangerous for him to use. Firstly the requirement is a pain to achieve, especially if a battle has drawn out long enough for him to fall back on using the spell. There can only be one rift active for him to begin the spell, which involves creating a flame within the single rift and essentially letting it grow freely in the rift. Of course the growth is accompanied by a significant burden on Mitchel, which means he can’t let the flame grow for too long lest he find himself completely drained of energy. Too small of a flame will simply be brushed aside by Witches, while too large will leave Mitchel unable to act.
  
  To release the flame, another rift is made and the flames rush forth from the opening. These flames are far from normal though feeding off the energy that Witches and Puella Magi release. They are drawn towards any nearby source of energy, Mitchel himself excluded thankfully. As such attempting to smother the flames with magic is essentially adding fuel to the fire unless the spell is equally powerful.
  
  
• Finisher: Rift Slash: Bringing his pair of gauntlets together, Mitchel pierces his opponent before bisecting them by creating a rift within them.

Wish: I want to escape and leave behind this place and this life.

Uh yay, it's finished?

Haha, Mitz is my nickname... Mitsuo -> Mitz

[Zombehs]

An interesting coincidence then .

[Darcness]

XD I really need to work out the details for evilness, but I think I'll put it n reserve for laterz in the RP :3

[IntenseInsanity]

I'm rather excitd for this evil character of yours, Darcness. c:

[Aikalynn]

Aikalynn, you missed my character. >_>

Though given her wish, I find that hilariously ironic.

If you have any problems I think I'll use her another time/later in the RP and make a Magical Bro to...well, not balance genders, but keep it from being mono-gendered.

Dat irony. It's accepted.

Nickname: Mitz
Gender: Male
Age: 18

Personality: A fairly reserved boy, Mitchel is not one for optimism. He walks through life with a tired and lethargic look on his face. What others would call a state of sadness, Mitchel simply refers to his state of being. He avoids interactions with others out of his own, but is amiable to others attempts to interact with him. Yet despite that, he always seems to hold others at an arms’ length away, metaphorically speaking. He isn’t exactly cold, but there is just something about him that isolates him from others.

When it comes to dealing with Magi issues, it’d be correct to say his way of thinking has been twisted. After all one can only stare so long into the abyss before the abyss begins to stare back. He is much colder than his exterior persona would even hint at. He’s more than willing to simply leave a Witch he can’t defeat alone and let it rampage freely. He’ll turn his back on his companions without hesitation if it’s unlikely he can save them. Yet he fights alone, unwilling to rely on other Magi for whom he may betray or be betrayed by eventually.

Bio: Mitchel, as one can probably infer from his name, is not completely Japanese. Rather his mother was of European descent, while his father was Japanese. Not something terribly uncommon in this day and age. His parents weren’t famous, rich or brilliant minds, but they lived a life of modest pleasures. Sure Mitchel wasn’t spoilt, but he grew up surrounded by loving parents, decent friends, and a relatively problem free life.

That soon changed though. Mitchel would never receive a proper answer or reason for why other than it was a horrible accident and mishap. Nothing that didn’t simply boil his blood and make him shake in anger. It would have been almost four years ago that a blaze burned through their floor on the apartment building. Even years later the fire department would still be baffled by the incident, a blaze so strong that putting it out had been near impossible and only through luck had the fire died down on its own. Almost everyone on the floor had died, slowly as flames licked at their skin or jumping to their deaths. Truly tragic, the masses felt and newspapers reported. Perhaps out of some twisted form of fate, Mitchel had survived on the balcony of their apartment, pinned down by a burning piece of wood, yet safe from the inferno that raged on inside.

The days, even weeks that followed, seemed to pass in an instant for Mitchel. Shock coupled by pain they had told him. He remembered glimpses of doctors, his friends, and some people he didn’t know, but that’s all they were. Yet through everything, even the aching pain now that he had woken up, he remembered a strange creature in all his memories. It was a strange white animal, red pearl for eyes and ears that didn’t exist in this world, fixated on him.

When he could finally wake without blacking out from the pain, the animal was still there, staring at him as always. Trying to raise his arm without success, turning his head was painful, a faint red staining the pillow as he twisted his neck. Yet the sight that greeted him made him all but forget about the pain. An arm, one he wished wasn’t his, burnt black and twitching as he tried to move it. He tried to scream out, but his throat caught, no air to scream with. Amidst all this the animal spoke, not aloud, but rather directly to him.

“I can grant you a single wish if you will but form a contract with me.”

Perhaps if he had been less distressed at the time, Mitchel would have thought more carefully upon his wish. With a body that refused to respond without pain, shackled to a hospital bed and the knowledge that his parents were dead, Mitchel was far from a healthy mental state and perhaps the Incubator was well aware of that. The wish had been made though and the contract sealed. The world went dark and when he awoke, he found himself staring down at the lights of an unknown city. That didn’t matter though, a feeling of elation as his body moved freely and effortlessly despite the injuries that covered it.

It’d be a week until Mitchel would encounter his first Witch. A month until he grasped his first Grief Seed. Half a year until he first experience death as a Magi. A year until he realized what Witches were. Two years until he killed one of his “own”. And now it’d be almost four years since he's embraced this new life.

Appearance: While Mitchel might have originally been a fairly attractive boy, it is hard to associate him with the word attractive nowadays. His hair is still black as night with faint streaks of red and reaches just down past his ears. His face is slightly disfigured now though. One eye is constantly flushed red, as if pooling with blood, while his right cheek is charred by burns. The eye that wasn’t injured is a soft shade of jade, lacking in energy or optimism. His body is a mess, a right arm shrivelled and blackened from the flames with faint spots of red, and burn marks extend to his chest and torso.

Almost all of his waking moments, his right arm is wrapped in gauze and bandages, hiding its disfigurement from others. His face is not as well concealed though, Mitchel relying more on a hood and keeping his head down to avoid attracting attention. Currently, he stands at just below six feet and over 150 lb., making it somewhat difficult to avoid attention in Shusseiakue. Still he manages, just as he always has.

Puella Magi Form: In his Magi form, Mitchel gains a pitch black hooded trench coat. Underneath the coat, his form is hard to make out, as if the darkness actively seeks to conceal him. Ashes drift from the clothing whenever it moves and the smell of something burning, if faint spreads from him. The hood utterly conceals his face, revealing only two small flames in the place of his eyes. One glows a pale white and flickers constantly, while the other burns jade and fiercely.

White boots and gloves are a striking contrast to the rest of his outfit and a strange fit. Yet they do not remain white for too long, as a battle draws out and Mitchel expends more of his energy, the boots and gloves slowly change from white to grey than black as if being consumed by flames.

Soul Gem Symbol + Location: His soul gem takes the form of a bracelet when in his Magi form, two snakes intertwined with one another and the actual gem in the fangs of the snakes. The colour may change depending on the angle viewed from, but always manages to retain a metallic sheen.

Spells:

• Weapon Spell – Rip & Tear: A pair of gauntlets, they appear dull and rusted from age and a lack of care. The clawed fingertips are still sharp enough to rend steel and gouge rock and is how Mitchel came to decide upon their names, albeit uncreative ones at that. The gauntlets also possess a special ability, when clasped together.
  
  By bringing the gauntlets together, the user is able to rip a rift in space at their location. Now a single rift in itself is useless other than providing some mediocre defense. After all, how can a blade travel through space that doesn’t exist? Magic is more effective at destroying the rifts, albeit as Mitchel is capable of creating rifts as quickly as they are destroyed; it often just becomes a trial of patience. Of course, since the gauntlets are only capable of creating small rifts, enough for a hand to reach through, they are far from an optimal form of defense.
  
  However when the gauntlets come in contact with any rifts, his arm will be able to shift through the rift and appear through any other open rift. So whilst he isn’t able to hop through his rifts to surprise enemies, in a battle that drags out long enough, his enemies may find attacks appearing from rifts that surround the battlefield. Of course every time he passes through a rift, the entrance and exit rift vanish afterwards, meaning the ability is limited in use.
  
  
• Spell 2 – Inferno Pierce: A directed energy attack, orbs form at the fingertips of his hand before humming deeply as they gather energy. After receiving enough energy to fully charge, generally a few seconds at least, the orbs will expand and compress, lighting up the area much like a flash bang momentarily. What follows after is a devastating, but brief light show, as four lasers melt and cut their way through opposition. Useful for clearing out weak familiars in masse and if the lasers are focused onto a single spot, can injury even Witches.
  
  
• Spell 3 – The Void: What happens if Rip & Tear’s natural ability is amplified even further with magic. Instead of creating a simple and stable rift in space, this spell forces the gauntlets to not simply rip a rift, but create a massive and unstable hole in space. Whereas the rift has a distinct boundary between space and no space, no such exists for the hole. As a result, it simply pulls everything around it into it until Mitchel can no longer sustain the spell. Afterwards the hole will simply collapse on itself, vanishing and taking everything pulled in along with it. Again the spell is meant for the clearing of familiars in masse, but is relatively useless against a Witch.
  
  
• Spell 4 – Flame’s Embrace: Mitchel’s most powerful spell, it is also the most difficult and dangerous for him to use. Firstly the requirement is a pain to achieve, especially if a battle has drawn out long enough for him to fall back on using the spell. There can only be one rift active for him to begin the spell, which involves creating a flame within the single rift and essentially letting it grow freely in the rift. Of course the growth is accompanied by a significant burden on Mitchel, which means he can’t let the flame grow for too long lest he find himself completely drained of energy. Too small of a flame will simply be brushed aside by Witches, while too large will leave Mitchel unable to act.
  
  To release the flame, another rift is made and the flames rush forth from the opening. These flames are far from normal though feeding off the energy that Witches and Puella Magi release. They are drawn towards any nearby source of energy, Mitchel himself excluded thankfully. As such attempting to smother the flames with magic is essentially adding fuel to the fire unless the spell is equally powerful.
  
  
• Finisher: Rift Slash: Bringing his pair of gauntlets together, Mitchel pierces his opponent before bisecting them by creating a rift within them.

Wish: I want to escape and leave behind this place and this life.

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