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Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

Emma Lawson

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Emma Lawson sighed as she watched Victoria, her daughter, play with her ex-husband's dog, Rex, accompanied by another dog and her owner, the brunette with shoulder-length hair a few years younger than herself.

"Here's your coffee."

A black-haired man with a beard said, as he put down a coffee cup in front of her. The man then looked at Emma, before turning to Victoria, then back to Emma again.

"What? You're staring daggers at them," he asks.

"I'm not staring daggers, just looking," Emma denies. The man sighs, "Yeah, I know. But you got a resting bitch face, you know that, right?"

"Gee, I don't know. It's not like SOMEONE mentioned it like, oh, I don't know, almost every chance he got when we were living together."

"What? You nagged me about my fashion sense all the time. Only seems fair."

"Yeah, well...saying you have a fashion sense is a bit too generous. Let's just put it that way."

"Hey, utility and comfort over style. It ain't too bad of a fashion philosophy."

She sighed, biting back a retort, as she chose to drink the coffee instead. It was good. Exactly how she preferred it.

"Better? Good coffee, right?" the man asked her. Realising she had a smile on her face, she composed herself as she looked away, "W-Well, this IS a cafe business. It's only to be expected you've got good coffee."

"Ah. Geez, still can't just be honest, can you?" The man remarks with an exaggerated sigh as he takes a seat beside her.

Biting back the only because you can be so infuriating at times! retort, Emma—as before—took another sip of her coffee. Despite the trades of witty remarks, there was an understanding between the two that it was mostly not serious, most of the time, anyway. Still, the back-and-forth conversations between them has always reminded Emma of days past, and she was not particularly feeling nostalgic.

Her ex-husband, Richard, spoke again, "Okay, seriously, what's up? I know trading barbs are just what we communicate mostly, but you seem a bit moody today. Something happened on the business trip?"

She shook her head, "No...it's just..." taking another glance at their daughter who was playing with the brunette and their dog, she sighed, "I didn't know she'd be here."

Richard looks at her with confusion, "Caroline? What's wrong? You guys have met before, pretty sure you two hit it off even. Vicky mentioned she wanted to teach Rex new tricks, so I figured I call in Caroline since she's free. Luna—that's her dog—won some sort of competition or something."

Suppressing a twitch of annoyance, Emma sighed again. She knew her former husband didn't do it deliberately. He was just...dense. It was true that it has been about 4 years since they amicably filed for divorce, and they've been cordial since. And yes, she had met his new girlfriend and even made fast friends, but having her here, along with the two of them and their daughter felt...intruding for some reason. It was probably that she just hadn't gotten used to it, after all, objectively speaking it should be no different than having any other friend present, but still, it was...somewhat complicated.

"...Wait, you're not...?" Richard trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air. Emma denied it immediately, "Nope. Absolutely not. Listen here, it's just—"

Her words got cut off, as she felt a familiar sensation before a voice rang out in her head.

"Emma. I feel a monster just appeared. It's umm...somewhere around that big park near your home?"

It was Faniel, the self-proclaimed Angel of Judgment who had lent her power to Emma so she could become the Magical Girl Inquisitor.

Big Park in Manhattan...Must be Central Park. It's gonna take a bit of time from Brooklyn. Well, with a car, anyway.

"Emm? You all right?" Richard asked her. She nodded, as she took out her phone from her pocket, "Yeah, sorry. Just felt my phone vibrating."

After pretending to look at it for a bit, she schooled her expression into an apologetic one, "Sorry, uh...I have an office emergency. I gotta go, I'll pick Vicky up later tonight."

Richard frowned, "I thought today was your off day because you just went on that business trip."

"It's an emergency. It's kinda in the definition, that usually kinda implied not being planned?"

"Smartass. And here I am worried they're overworking you...Fine, go on then. Don't push yourself though, if it gets too late, I can bring Vicky to your place tomorrow morning."

"Yeah...I'll call you later if it comes to it. Thanks."

After saying goodbye to her daughter—and somewhat more awkwardly to Caroline—Emma drove into the closest parking facility, before ducking away into an empty corner.

She took out her sword-shaped keychain. The keychain shined briefly before what looked like a living angel plushie appeared beside her, floating.

"Ready?" Faniel asked her.

Emma nodded, "Yep."

She then closed her eyes as the keychain shined once more, all the while growing into a real sword as the light enveloped Emma and Faniel. A while later, a winged orange-haired magical girl in silver armour stood where Emma and Faniel were. Neither Emma nor Faniel but an amalgam of the two, Magical Girl Inquisitor.

"...Yet another one of these evil forces. Well then...Beginning the crusade, Deus Vult."

Inquisitor then took off into the sky, garnering some looks as people watched what looked like an angel soaring through the air.

Fate/Dark Heritage

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Gajah Mada observed the man in front of her, who appeared to be part of the Christian Church, given his attire and the location she was summoned to. Gajah Mada had not interacted much with the Christian Church in her life, for they had only started to gain some small footholds in Nusantara when she was alive, nevertheless, if she remembered correctly, they were supposed to be against unsanctioned mystical arts, deeming it heretical, so it struck her as odd that her Master was a member of such Church.

For now, however, she opted to listen to her Master before asking her own questions. Once he finished introducing himself and outlining his immediate plan, Gajah Mada nodded, before replying, "Well, first of all, I appreciate the courtesy, but you needn't bother hiding your surprise that I am a woman. It was a common enough occurrence back then, so I am used to it. I am Gajah Mada, the Mahapatih of Majapahit, though given the fact that you knew of my unfulfilled oath—and the fact that you were surprised that I am a woman—you probably already know that. Nevertheless, regarding my unfulfilled oath, allow me to clarify. You mentioned earlier you are in favour of a large-state Southeast Asian Federation led by Majapahit's successor...while I am glad that my Master approved of my wish, what I wish is not to make Indonesia the leader of Southeast Asia, I seek a true revival of the Majapahit Empire. The Nusantara that we dream of is that of a united archipelago under the Majapahit Empire. Indonesia claims to be our successor and even incorporated my oath into their national identity. But in the end, Majapahit and Indonesia are two different nations."

The clarification, was, perhaps unnecessary. But to Gajah Mada, if her Master was fighting beside her under the impression that it would be Indonesia who would fulfil her Palapa Oath, that he would be labouring under a misconception. Gajah Mada was not above deception, but this was a conversation between an ally, and on such matter, Gajah Mada would prefer to be forthright.

Smiling, Gajah Mada adds, "But of course, given that they ARE our successor in the modern days, that was more a matter of technicality. Regardless, what I wish to bring into reality is a united Nusantara not under a nation whose values and national identity are the Republic of Indonesia but under a nation whose values and national identity are that of the Majapahit Empire. That aside, I am of one mind to avoid collateral damage and save as many people as possible. In the first place, I made the Palapa Oath not for the sake of mere conquest, but because I wished to bring prosperity to all."

That being said...this is called the Holy Grail War for a reason. Gajah Mada's expression hardened. Her Master seemed to be somewhat of the idealistic sort, but she figured it needed to be said,

"That being the case, despite only between several individuals this conflict by the name of the Holy Grail War is supposed to be a war. Therefore, while I agree that we should always try to avoid innocent blood being shed, the reality is that sometimes such things cannot be avoided in war. So I do hope you keep that in mind, Master.

"Now then, as to your inquiry of whether the Grail informed me of computer..." she continued, looking at the various monitors in the room, Yes. I am aware of them, though not on a visceral level, obviously. They are quite convenient indeed...the things I could have expedited back then if I had these technologies..."

Gajah Mada chuckled, "Back then, I was doing the work of four Patih—that is, ministers, in modern parlance—along with my own duty of Mahapatih—Prime Minister—with technology...Oh my, I could easily do at least twice as much work."

Gajah Mada talked about taking on more work with the gleeful excitement one could only find on the most hardcore of workaholics. She then continued with even more wondrous excitement,

"Oh, yes. Since it somewhat pertained to me, the Grail has informed me that there is something called a communication satellite named after my oath, the Palapa. As I understand it, these...satellites allow one long-range communication through computers via something called the Internet, I'd appreciate it if you could show me this Internet at some point. If I had that back then, I could—

She stopped, realizing that her excitement had gotten the better of her. She coughed, her cheeks somewhat tinged red from embarrassment.

"Ehem. Forgive me, my excitement of how much work can be done through technology has gotten the better of me. Before that...I've been meaning to ask. I understand that the mystical art is taboo among those of the Church, so what wish would you ask of the grail that you would even participate in such a ritual as a mage?"

@Letter Bee

Into the Land of Twilight

Carnatia de Luson

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"Not much that I know about this one." said Gray enigmatically, only to continue before Carnathia furrowed her brows.

"Even the myth about it was never consistent. Some account says 'she' was an elf, captured and mutated by Dagorlad warlocks and transformed into a weapon of war, the other said she was a powerful djinn that inhibited this land even before the elves. Most rangers in my era never raise our blade against that creature, because we know how to avoid its lure."

Carnatia was somewhat surprised that Gray actually was forthright without the need for further prodding. Perhaps her needling had worked, after all. If so, then Carnatia would give herself the proverbial pat on the back. Unfortunately, on the other hand, it seemed that Gray did not have something more concrete than legends. Carnatia supposed that was par the course for this land, but it would be nice to have something more concrete to design a countermeasure against.

Nevertheless, Carnatia drew her blade and kept on guard, as Gray ordered. Not long after, the singing continued, as an ethereal figure glided toward the group, all the while singing its mesmerising song. As she did previously, she emptied her mind, this time focusing on the ethereal figure itself, her mind honed to look at the most vulnerable spot to strike. The song felt as if it was beckoning her to come closer, and so she did, walking slowly as if she were in a trance even as she maintained her zen state, hoping to catch it off guard, trusting her precognition to warn her should the figure realised her deception and moved in to strike. But should Carnatia manage to get close enough within striking range, her magic-enhanced rapier would quickly strike at its vulnerable spots in a burst of flame.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

I kinda find it funny for someone whose family got killed by monsters when she was a kid, got pregnant out of wedlock, married young and then divorced to be a single mom, Emma seems like have the least emotional baggage lol. Therapy, people, it works.

Into the Land of Twilight

Carnatia de Luson

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Carnatia followed the group to the forest. For a while, there was nothing except the sound of nocturnal animals and the chilly night air. Eventually they encountered one of the missing workers. Wounded, but alive. For a few short moments, Carnatia had the whimsical thought that maybe this would just be a simple rescue mission. Just as Carnatia thought so however, Gray Flame issued a warning before an ominous singing pierced through the night's air, as if trying to prove her wrong.

Avea, avea, mont kein, Híris Ingwën...
Im ithen ava heliañ...

♫

Pedir sánë bezañ qualin rhovan
Lyen ket lerta tremen

As she felt her train of thoughts coming to a halt, replaced by an uneasy feeling of tranquillity, Carnatia realised that this was no mundane singing. And so, just as he had done with the phantoms earlier, Carnatia entered her zen meditation and emptied her mind, attempting to focus on her rapier and immediate surroundings rather than the eerie song.

As she regained her bearings, she noticed the wounded porter suddenly standing up seemingly in a trance.

"Yes, my lady! I will come for you..."

As she thought, the song was no mundane singing. It was magical. A compulsion, perhaps? It clearly affected the porter more than the rest of them, perhaps related to the attack on the camp.

Seeing Roxas managed to subdue the man with little issue, Carnatia turned to Gray Flame.

"You were saying something about this is not the work of phantoms? That would indicate you have an inkling of the entity behind this, yes? Care to elucidate us?"

FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

Clive Lim

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28

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What Makes You Special?

Strength 3
Perception 7
Endurance 5
Charisma 7
Intelligence 10
Agility 4
Luck 4

Skills

• Unarmed – 0
• Melee - 0
• Throwing – 0
• Guts - 0
• Athletics – 0
• Guns - 2
• Energy Weapons - 3
• Explosives - 2
• Medicine - 3 [TAGGED]
• Piloting – 2
• Sneak - 0
• Lockpick -0
• Science - 3 [TAGGED]
• Repair - 3 [TAGGED]
• Speech - 3
• Barter - 2
• Survival - 2

Personality

At his core, Clive is someone who seeks entertainment. His favourite form of entertainment, however, is solving complex problems with his intellect, preferably via science. Perhaps such is the natural result of a person with tremendous intellect who grew up in a sheltered place in which problem-solving is an integral part of society. Clive might be insistent on ‘doing things the right way’ and to those who do not know, it might make him appear to be morally upright, however, his actual motivation has less to do with morality and more with the fact that ‘doing things the right way’ usually is the harder war, and thus, provide more challenges that he may entertain himself with. Oppressing the weak, and stealing from helpless people is something that he is not interested in because it’s easy, and therefore ‘mind-numbingly boring’ but he might consider robbing a saint if it provides him with a good challenge. On the flip side, he’s also not interested in doing anything about small-time raiders but might be compelled to take action against large raider groups because of the challenge.

Background

Clive Lim was born on the 24th of January 2262 in Vault 52. Vault 52 was originally a vault where the inhabitants were the brightest academics America had to offer by 2077. They were intended to be a think tank to solve American society’s issues post the nuke. Interconnected with Vault 53 to 62 containing common citizens, Vault 52 to 62 was supposed to restart society after their reclamation day arrived. Or so was the official designation of Vault 52 to 62 located in Virginia. The truth, is, of course, they were vaults intended for experiments.

The experiment in Vault 52 to 62 is that of a think tank cultivation. The part that Vault 52 was intended to be a think tank was true, however rather than to restart society, the purpose of Vault 53 to 62 is to be experiment subjects to cultivate the think tank of 52. The society of Vault 52 is designed with problem-solving and academic pursuits in mind, with case studies and hypothetical Vignette cases for debate making an integral part of their curriculum. Every so often an ‘accident’ would occur in Vault 53 to 62 that caused problems. Perhaps the water chip broke, or an epidemic, or an unrest. Whatever the case, a problem in their society would arise and Vault 52 would assign people to solve their issues. The truth, was, of course, these were problems engineered by the overseers as part of the experiment to create the best think tank by using the issues in 53 to 62 as ‘field exercises’. The population of Vault 52, being intellectually gifted people, realised it at one point or another and this fact became a public secret in Vault 52, not allowed to be part of the public discourse, but is tolerated within private conversations and debated often in the debating club as ‘hypothetical scenario’. Those who attempt to bring it up into public discourse are ‘taken care of’ by being treated mentally ill patients suffering from Paranoid Schizophrenia. There are, of course, people who felt the experiment was immoral and debated on the opposition side in the ‘hypothetical debate’, Clive, seeing the issues in 53 to 62 as a good source of intellectual simulation debated on the utilitarian side, that these experiments honed the problem-solving skills of people in 52 and is for the greater good.

When Clive was 23, the experiment ended as the Reclamation Day began for Vaults 52 to 62. The vault doors open and the inhabitants step into the wasteland. Vault 52 and those who survived the experiments from the other vaults established a technocratic society in Virginia, led by Vault 52. Some left, however, looking to make their own fortune elsewhere. Some were those from Vaults 53 to 62 who had grown distrustful of 52, some were inhabitants of Vault 52 who had philosophical and ideological differences with the rest. Clive heard some of the inhabitants of 52 who left joined the NCR, some created their own testing facility in the wasteland, and he even heard some who had been recruited by some institute in Massachusetts. Clive himself remained for a while, opening a clinic while buying robots scavenged from the wasteland and refurbishing them in his spare time.

Eventually, two years later, after determining he had enough robots and supplies, he set off to the untamed wasteland and set up a clinic, defended by robots and whatever defences he could scavenge. He did not do it because he wanted to help people, rather, it was a stimulating challenge. The lack of supplies and raider threat provide additional variables as challenges. At one point, a patient of his turned out to be the runaway son of a prominent politician in the NCR. Convinced by his near-death injury that the wasteland life is not for him, Clive helped him to get in contact with his father—relishing solving the problem of how to establish a connection to NCR territory out west from Virginia—they eventually managed to contact the father, Senator Anthony Pittman. Grateful for saving his son, the senator gives Clive a ticket to the luxury liner Green Horizon that he cannot make use of due to scheduling issues. Intrigued by the novelty of a luxury liner, Clive accepted and got on board the Green Horizon, taking only a protectron as a pack mule and bodyguard.

Equipments

• Vault 52 Jumpsuit, modified with insulated lining
• Doctor’s coat
• Basic Medical Equipment and Supplies
• Modified Pip-Boy 3000 to have medical utilities added on such as X-ray and ECG.
• 10 mm pistol, modified with reflex sight
• Laser Pistol, modified with short scope and beta wave turner
• Stimpaks x10
• Rad Away x5
• Antibiotics x5
• Robot Repair Kit x5
• Rad-X x5
• A Protectron named Automated Personal General Assistant (APGA)*
• 2500 Bottle Caps

*As with all of the robots he interacted with, Clive mostly regards APGA as an advanced piece of technology and nothing more. He is fond of APGA but the feeling is more akin to that of a goldfish owner. He would be disappointed if he lost APGA, but in the end it's more of a piece of equipment rather than a companion.

Trait: Robotic Expert

You gain an extra die on all rolls concerning interacting or interfacing with robots. Additionally, you now have the ability to hack any robots and recruit them as permanent companions. However, hacking requires a CR of 5.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

Since I had the day off work yesterday, I spent about 5-6 hours looking for pictures to serve as a face-claim. Unfortunately, it's proving incredibly difficult to find something I like or am, at least, content with. This goes for both the mudndane and magical appearances. Just thought I'd mention it, in case other peoples' CS'es start rolling in and mine remains fashionably absent.

@Xaltwind

What are you looking for?

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

Emma Lawson

The Mundane

Name: Emma Lawson

Age: 32

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Personality
In youth, Emma was a stickler-for-the-rule do-gooder who was not afraid to say her mind. She was that kid who would remind the teacher that they had homework or someone who would tell people that they’re the ones at fault for their own mess if she thinks so—of course, she is also quick to lend her help. Nevertheless, her rather ‘fiery’ personality makes her a bit hard to get along with and she can be rather awkward in social situations, she could typically converse socially well enough, however for more intimate settings such as romance, she could act harsher than she intended despite caring deep down. As she grew older, she mellowed out, both in her rule-stickler tendencies and her awkwardness in intimate relationships, partly due to maturing, partly due to the necessity for working as a personal assistant to a CEO of a start-up tech company, and partly for being a single mother. Nevertheless, her old tendencies tend to resurface when she’s passionate about something or is flustered.

Backstory
Emma was born on her family’s farm in St. Lawrence County, New York. When she was 13, magical girls started to appear. Emma—who idolized her police officer Mother—became enamoured with the idea of being a magical girl who defends the helpless and is a hero of justice. About two years, later, however, monsters controlled by a villain ravaged St. Lawrence County, burning her family farm and leaving her as the sole survivor, being saved by a magical girl in the nick of time. Her entire family lived in the family farm, and so she was put in foster care in New York City.

Far from being disillusioned by a reality check, however, Emma became even more determined to be a magical girl, now fuelled by the idea of exacting justice for her family on villains and monsters. As time passed and no mascot ever appeared before her, however, she went to therapy, gave up on the idea, graduated from High School and attended college through a scholarship. If she were to be honest with herself, letting go of the idea felt nice, as if a weight was lifted from her heart. Thinking back on it, dwelling on the idea of revenge was unhealthy and so, it was only logical that she would feel better once she gave up on it.

While she was working part-time to help cover living costs as a college student, she ended up meeting an old acquaintance from high school who also worked in the same café. They never got along well in high school due to her being a straight-A honor student and him being a delinquent who didn’t even bother continuing his education in college, but opposites do attract and one thing leads to another and she ended up with a child by the time she was 23. It was out of wedlock and she had only graduated, but they decided to marry and keep the child. It was a rough patch at first, but they made it work. Unfortunately, while opposites attract, it doesn’t necessarily keep things together. About 4 years into the marriage, they went their separate way after one too many fights. They separated in cordial terms, still talked to each other, and pooled their money together to pay for tuition and whatnot, and especially since their daughter is still fond of both they met quite frequently, so it was not all bad.

By the time Emma is 32, she actually feels her life is on the right track. She’s financially stable, working for a rising tech start-up making huge profits as a PA to the CEO, she made the divorced parent thing work with her ex by having a cordial relationship where their daughter often visits her dad, and she even reconnected with her foster family. Life is good, at least until what looks like an angel plushie appears before her and starts talking about making her a magical girl, claiming to be Faniel, the Archangel of Judgment.

Of course, she rejected the offer. She had already given up on the idea—and she’s all the better for it—not to mention she’s an adult with other responsibilities now, heck, her daughter at 9 years old is closer to the age of typical magical girls than she is—not that she’d ever let her do that dangerous profession—the point is, Emma has no time nor desire to be a magical girl at this point. The self-proclaimed archangel was persistent, however, and decided to stick around Emma. Which—Emma had to admit—was a good thing, because that meant when a supernatural incident happened in her daughter’s elementary school, she was able to do something, accepting becoming a magical girl to protect her daughter.

Emma keeps her identity a secret from her daughter, as she idolises magical girls enough and Emma doesn’t want her to get any ideas, but ever since, she moonlights as the Magical Girl Inquisitor at Faniel’s insistence. Emma acquiesced partly because she felt she was indebted to Faniel for giving her the power to protect her daughter and that now she has it, she might as well use it to help others, and perhaps…even a chance at a long-forgotten dream?

Other Details
Emma currently lives in an apartment in Manhattan along with her 9-year-old daughter, Victoria Lawson. After the divorce, she gained custody of Victoria, but due to separating on amicable terms, Victoria often visits her dad, Richard Blake during weekends at his house in Brooklyn, which doubles as his café business on the first floor. Recently, Emma had been dropping Victoria off at Richard’s every weekend. Her former husband teased her about getting into the dating scene again just as how he is now dating a cute journalist a few years younger than the two, but the truth is she’s doing her magical girl business as Inquisitor.

The Magical

Transformed Name: Inquisitor

General Powers/Theme: Paladin/Holy Knight

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Minor Powers/Attacks

Sacred Flame
A versatile burst of white flames that Inquisitor can control freely. It can be shaped into a javelin to be used as projectile weapons, be made into a wall of flames that bar access, or even as a cloak that burns enemies who come in contact with it.

Sword of Heaven
Inquisitor’s sword is enveloped with radiant holy light. Its sharpness is increased and the light bestows the holy element on the sword. Those harmed by the blade are marked, making them more vulnerable to holy elements.

Lay Hand
Inquisitor can lay her hands on her allies and bestow blessings on them. Their injuries are healed and they will obtain the mental fortitude to stand up against evil.

Medium Powers/Attacks (2. Higher power moves)

Heaven’s Edict
Invoking the authority of heavenly light, Inquisitor drives off a single entity aligned to evil be it mundane or supernatural and levies a sanction towards them. Those with weak willpower will immediately become frightened of Inquisitor and obey her command. Those with stronger willpower can resist, but may find themselves shaken and demoralised.

Divine Grace
A halo manifests above Inquisitor’s head as a coalescence of her authority and power, permeating a holy aura within a 15-meter radius around her. Supernatural evildoers start to burn in her presence, while her allies find their injuries starting to heal and their strength rejuvenates.

Major Power/Attack (1. Signature move/finisher)

Wrath of Heaven
Inquisitor is transfigured into the embodiment of heavenly authority. Her armour shifts into a vestment of pure Light, flowing cloth and radiant metal of sunlight. Garbed in this holy regalia, she may walk among things not of the light, and know that they are the ones at a disadvantage. During the initial transformation, a burst of light is released, dispelling evil magics and making it harder for evil supernatural powers to be activated. While on this form, both Inquisitor’s martial prowess and her holy magic are amplified, their efficacy against supernatural evildoers magnified. Inquisitor may also choose to manifest the holy power of the regalia as a 12-meter radius pillar of flame that descends from heaven, burning those she consider her enemies but harmless to those she does not intend to harm, wielding the power in this way ends the transfiguration immediately. The strength of this power is such that the moment the transfiguration ends, she reverts back into her mundane form and is unable to transform back until she recuperates. Furthermore, due to channelling the full might of heavenly light into a mortal vessel, if Inquisitor goes overboard in this form, it will take its toll on her body, possibly making her suffer a serious injury.

Transformation item
A keychain in the shape of her sword, though without Faniel nearby, it is essentially a normal keychain with no supernatural property.

Magical weapon
Heaven’s Edge, the sword bestowed upon Emma that also acts as her transformation item. In her mundane form, it takes the form of a keychain. In her transformed state, it takes the form of a holy longsword that shines radiantly. It can also be made into a sword form while Emma is in her mundane form as a partial transformation. It doesn’t shine nor give her the supernatural holy power and strength of her transformed state except for the skills of a swordsman but can be used as a mundane longsword for an emergency weapon. In this state, Heaven’s Edge is a normal longsword that can be made as sharp or dull as Emma needs from a dull non-lethal training sword to a sharp mundane blade.

Other details
Inquisitor is a fused form of Emma and Faniel, with Faniel using Emma as her host for which to channel her holy power. In this transformed state, a pair of angel wings sprouted on her back and she wields the holy blade Heaven’s Edge while donning silver armour. As such, rather than being Emma or Faniel, Inquisitor is an amalgam being of the two. In mathematical terms, her personality can roughly be described as 70% Emma and 30% Faniel, with her physical appearance being a mix of the two.

The Mascot

True Form

Faniel

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Personality
One of the four Archangels that represents God himself. The Face of God, Angel of Exorcism and Penance, The archangel seated upon the Throne of Judgment who has come to judge and punish evil, the guardian of the holy sword Heaven’s Edge…Or so the amnesiac angel claims. It’s hard to take her grandiose claims seriously when she looks like a plush toy and for all her boasts seems completely helpless on her own as she acts more like a spoiled trust fund kid than an archangel. Emma secretly wonders if this is what ‘chuunibyou’ that her ex sometimes mentioned regarding anime characters is like.

Other details
Faniel claims to be an archangel sent from heaven to judge the world. However, due to the sinfulness of the world and the power of evil, she has lost all access to her true form and thus, her power. She therefore seeks Emma’s help—whom she claims to be compatible with her—to exert her power upon this world in a holy crusade. Of course, with her having little to no memory of her past, it is unknown how much of her claim is the truth. Faniel normally resides inside the sword Heaven’s Edge, though she often manifests herself as what looks like an angel plushie.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

@shagranoz Should we move the accepted characters to the character tab, then?

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

2. I was intending for the RP to start with our characters meeting their mascots for the first time, but could be convinced otherwise.

@shagranoz

Well, I already write my backstory, so obviously I'm biased, haha. But I think having already met the mascot allows more wiggle room and a bit more freedom for backstory stuff. But it's up to you