NPC Character Sheet - Permitted by the Original Maker

Name: Eclair Deimos Edrigan-Ganze

Appearance:


Age: 52 but looks 23

Bio: Alto’s wife. Nergal’s adoptive daughter. Mysterious backstory.

More to follow.

'Eclair' is actually a dream projection by the real Eclair, who had retreated into a pocket dimension within a pocket dimension caused by her dreams and her latent magic.

Mundane Skills:

Magic: Eclair Deimos Edrigan-Ganze has magic even Gilgamesha knows not, and she and Rialto ‘Alto’ Ganze, her husband, are regarded as the main reasons Gilgamesha does not just stomp Ishtar to the dirt. For Eclair Deimos Nergal has a power that can defend against even Gilgamesha, but cannot be used to attack her in turn. This power, Game Magic, is something she developed to protect against opponents much stronger than her and force them into situations of weakness while giving her every chance of losing…

Let’s Play a Game - Eclair warps herself and a number of other folk (up to 100) into a dimensional space programmed with the ruleset of a thousand and one games, some as simple as tag or hide and seek, others as complicated as World of Shadow Running Hammer 40k (fictional tabletop game). Inside said dimensional space, all powers, weapons, and magic are disabled or altered to fit the rules of the game (for example, in a racing game, you get a vehicle with a paint job themed after your powers instead of your powers themselves). Not even Gilgamesha and her hundreds of Artifact Weapons are immune to this ability.

The drawback to this, however, is that no one, including Eclair, can leave until one ‘wins’ the selected game. Nor can Eclair change the rules at a whim, and nor can she cheat, although she can use loopholes and overpowered optimization to eke out a victory. And god forbid that she put you in a Dating Sim/Game…

Needless to say, Alto’s Metahuman Power and Magic allows him to win most of Clara’s games, and he becomes more formidable when he is playing with Clara to ensure that she wins…

Optional Penalty: Death Game - Used only in great duress, Clara can decree that anyone who loses one of her games dies, but the drawback to this is that this applies to her as well - If she declares a Death Game and she loses, she is doomed.

The Deeper World - A second pocket dimension accessible only by 1.) Winning thirteen consecutive games of any type in a row, or 2.) Magic which affects Dreams and Imagination. Here, the real Eclair can be found, drifting in an ocean of pure dream-stuff, her aging slowed to Alto's level.

Personality: Cunning, calculating, cruel, and loves Alto.

Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra Club when it's founded): Ishtar.

Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: N

The Custodians

The Custodians were once Angels, of every rank from Cherubim to Seraphs and even one Archangel, who rebelled against The One Deity and were cast down into the Universe, a thousand or so light-years from Historia, after their rebellion. After being cast down, the Custodians were made mortal, albeit with 'Metahuman' powers tied to their genetics, and unable to tap into Magic. Yet despite this, they retained their overwhelming knowledge of the physical world and sciences and used it to found first a civilization, then a Star Empire which oppressed lesser races.

There are two factions of Custodians, with the first being The Collective, which confusingly applies to both the thirteen former Seraphs and single Archangel which were now reduced into Metahumans, and their multitudes of followers and slaves in their Star Empire. The second is a resistance movement, The Repentant, which are led by one former Seraph and their followers, both 'original' Fallen and the children born to the Custodians when they became mortal.

And finally, it is rumored that the Unfallen Custodians, messengers of The One, still exist in Heaven, reforged into transcendent beings with additional powers which allow them to mentor and coordinate 'Risen Martyrs', the souls of mortals whose virtues In life had made them adequate replacements for the Custodians' duties in Heaven and Hell (which in this setting is closer to Purgatory and a place to reform and redeem sinners instead of torturing them forever). These Unfallen are detested by The Collective, who forbids mentioning their names in their dominions on pain of excruciating death.

As for the Fallen Archangel who now leads The Collective? He is now known as Ubersmench, and his powers give him near-invulnerability, super-strength which can destroy planets, flight, and heat vision as long as he is underneath a Yellow Sun...

William is now aged up to 18!

I was told to app for this and I do not want to be considered a man with no balls. Sheet might need a few edits.

Name: Elizabeth “Lizzie” Florence

Appearance:
Lizzie has thick brown hair, that stops at around her midriff. She more often than not has her signature winged eyeliner on and has usually got some sort of flower in her hair or on whatever she is wearing. Her eyes are blue grey around the outside with a green and orange burst around her pupil. They are big and warming.

The main quality that makes her stick out is her wings that are similar to that of an angel. They are feathered and white, often with daisy’s or flowers interwoven into them.



Age: 18

Bio:
Elizabeth was born into a working class family in Iliad city to parents Norman and Charlotte. The two had met at a bar some 9 months ago and the rest is history... except Norman was only here for the child. He didn’t love Charlotte but she didn’t know that. The two parents possessed little to no magic traits, her mother able to boil liquids on sight and her father able to change the colour of his eyes.

Life in the Florence house wasn’t all that bad for a while, with Charlotte staying at home and Norman working to raise money for his darling daughter. Florence began reading at a young age and became enthralled in stories and magic. At 5 she began to show magical signs, sprouting a small rose from the palm of her hand whilst in school. She was a clever child, often dumbfounding her parents with the things she would come out with. As she grew her flower magic blossomed into a very beautiful ability, becoming one with nature, listening to plants and sprouting them up from wherever she pleased. However it didn’t take long for her to realise that something wasn’t quite right with her father. She was around 8 when she started noticing him becoming slightly... distant?

On a warm summers day a few weeks after Elizabeth’s 13th birthday her dad kissed her goodbye and left for his Saturday shift. His work was lacking in employees so he had been given a weekend slot a few years ago. As he left the house, Elizabeth had put her shoes on. The flowers had spoken. They had seen him walking somewhere that wasn’t work. She followed him for a long while until he reached a house and was greeted at the door by a woman... and a child. Elizabeth knew instantly, and shouted to her father. He wasn’t angry at her, his face just cracked, tears brimming in his eyes. The one thing in his life that he cared about most... even more than his new child, his real partner... was going to want nothing to do with him... and that was true.

Elizabeth wouldn’t speak to him. Or her mother. She sat in her room, reading for hours and hours on end, her magic becoming more and more sad, the flowers around the house dying, only crows now roosting on the roof. As the days passed, her mothers mental state declined rapidly, unfortunately leading to her demise. Foxgloves. She used foxgloves to poison her coffee. Lizzie found her in her favourite chair. Her nosiness... the foxgloves SHE grew... had killed her own mother. It was at this time that she vowed to never cause upset to anyone if she could help it. It was also the time her wings came.

Living alone was difficult for a 13 year old, and Elizabeth was beginning to mature, unsure of how to deal with puberty and the mix of emotions she felt. She had buried her mother in the garden. Bottled it up inside her... hidden from anyone. Just as things were getting worse, she broke out with awful back ache, often spending all day in bed with pain. This changed though when she realised why... she had read extensively into contacting your guardian angel, how to summon it and understand what it was. It was a final lonely cry for help in a sense... but this was it... she was becoming her own guardian angel.

Her wings were small initially but after a couple of years they were fully fledged and beautiful... though she would always see them as a burden. She rarely left the house, usually grew her own food and taught herself. It was only when she became 18 that she thought it was time to move on... join Marduk academy like she had always dreamt of as a kid...

Mundane Skills:
As well as being invested in magic and reading, Elizabeth is a rather skilled seamstress, creating all of her clothes and dresses, a skill she was taught by her mother. This is more necessary now also due to her wings. Fashion is her main passion other than magic and she always does winged eyeliner around her beautiful green and orange eyes. Her solitude has also helped her grow into a great cook, who is also very resourceful with what she has to access.

Magic:

Flora growth:
Once coming into contact with a plant, Elizabeth can grow it wherever she pleases and can make them sprout from the ground or from her hands etc. The larger the plant the more energy it takes from her. This can be used for ALL sorts of situations. For example if she were to be chased she could grow vines around the feet of the attacker and trip them up.

Flora communication:
Although not fully sentient, plants hold whispers from the past; little snippets of what they’ve just seen, a sort of camera to life if you like. Elizabeth can listen and see what information the plant holds... good or bad.

Wings:
Her white wings sprout from her back about halfway down. They have a wingspan of 10ft when fully extended out and are around 4’8ft in length, just shy of a foot off Elizabeth’s full height.

Personality:

A smiling and loving girl, Elizabeth is as close to an angel as you can get... if you can actually crack her that is. Being confined for years doesn’t bode well for social skills of which she has lost over the years. She was once the centre of attention so school will perhaps come as a shock to her... but hopefully break her from her shell. She buries her problems so if she opens up to you... it means she likes you. She will never pry and she will often become frustrated as she always tries to please... however don’t take this as an opportunity to walk all over her... she will stand her ground where necessary.

Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra Club when it's founded): Marduk

Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: No

@LilSwifty, Accepted.

@Inkarnate, Accepted.

@Bartimaeus@LilSwifty@Inkarnate@Nyxira@Smike@silvermist1116@Rabidporcupine@Landaus Five-One@Nimbus@MK2:

I'll be removing the Fate Stay/Night elements in the RP, or at least greatly reducing the amount of them in it. I'll also be trying to make this RP different from Royal Rumble.

Well, good. Because I didn't join this for it to be a discount Fate or RR roleplay.

William's powers have been redone!

My, my, I sense an epic tale here in the making, and with the past much-wished-for Mage-campaign from earlier in mind, I might just have a character concept that could work for this setting!

@The Jest, can you look over Landaus' new sheet?

Discussion about the RP is on going in Discord.

There might - Might - Be a light at the end of the tunnel.

@Landaus Five-One, Approved. Move it to the Characters Tab.

@Bartimaeus@LilSwifty@Nyxira@Smike@silvermist1116@Rabidporcupine@Landaus Five-One@Nimbus@MK2:

You guys are allowed to ask for a time skip whenever you lose stamina for an Event!

@Bartimaeus@LilSwifty@Nyxira@Smike@silvermist1116@Rabidporcupine@Landaus Five-One@Nimbus@MK2:

After talking with Jest, I edited my post so that William no longer plans to cheat!

This RP is still proceeding.

Discussion for this RP is still going on in Discord.