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Ok, got another character to maybe go ghost hunting with. We'll see I guess, tell me if I need to fix anything.
Name: Louise Dupont
Nickname(s): Steel Doll
Age: 16
Grade: Kiburi's, first year
Appearance: Louise has been described by many as a doll, with wavy silver hair, porcelain skin, and delicate features. She's rather short, and her 'casual' clothes are all lace and frills. She is never seen without her teddy bear, a heavily worn but still fluffy stuffed animal which she always keeps close.
Biography: The Dupont household can trace its roots to the middle ages of Vauquelin, where they were known throughout the land as a proud knight family. Times change, however, and the age of knights and magic gave way to the age of technology. Faced with their rapidly declining relevancy, the Dupont household decided to marry into a Yekaternian family with a similar position. Under these rather loveless circumstances, Louise was born.
Although their family was in decline, they taught their children in an old fashioned way. They taught her everything, from horse riding to sword fighting to calligraphy, ettiquette, and more. Training was a rather lonely affair, with little company but her belove teddy bear. In the finer arts, Louise was... insufficiently impressive. When tasked with using her brain, she just couldn't do well. When it came to physical tasks, however, she took to it like a fish took to water. These lopsided talents put her father in an awkward position. As the heir to the main family, Louise was in a position to be judged on all sides, and she could not be found wanting. Over the years they drilled ettiquiette into Louise, slowly turning her into someone ready for high society. Unfortunately for them, the revolution came and turned their efforts into smoke.
The Dupont family had been based in Yekateria for a decade by then, and even before that their political presence had been weak, so they escaped the worst of the purge. But they still had relatives in Vauquelin and they had planned to eventually return there one day. There was no longer anywhere to return to. The extended family all uneasily settled into Yekaternia. While the noble class still existed, it was obvious that the winds were changing, and they fiercely debated on what they needed to do. If the Yekaternian nobility fell as well, then there would be nothing left for them. Suddenly bereft of purpose, in their eyes, Louise's upbringing wasn't worth the bother, and so her training was more half-hearted, and she felt more alone than ever. After 3 years of tire spinning and debating, her mother stepped in and had her sent to Rhea. If times were changing then they needed to change as well. St Laurel's school had the prestige and class of noble society, if she went there she would be safe, and she would definitely learn how to be a proper lady.
Banking their hopes and dreams on her once again, the Dupont family sent Louise to the city-state by herself to learn more, to grow more. Eventually, she would be the one to reclaim their lost pride. Unfortunately, she was not smart enough to pass St Laurel's entrance exam and ended up in Kiburi's school instead.
Core: Soul of Steel
Louise is able to use her soul to manifest the figure of a knight in armour, to protect herself and attack her foes. The figure is humanoid in shape and larger than most adults, though it only appears as the top half of a human, missing everything below the waist. It can be summoned directly on top of Louise, or it can be puppeted to fight at a distance, up to a range of 5 meters away from Louise. The manifested figure is as tough as steel and has great strength, though it can certainly be broken. Her state of spitit affects its solidity and damage that maked it past its defences is reflected on Louise. It is capable of self repair but the process is very slow, potentially lasting days.
Ability 1: Shield Oath
Once every 2 hours, Louise can take a knight's oath and designate a target for protection for 10 minutes. While under the oath, Louise can redirect damage that the target takes to her manifested Soul of Steel, and can summon the Soul to the target as if the target was herself. Additionally, Louise's strength, stamina, and durability are enhanced while under the oath, but if Louise breaks the vow, she is weakened instead of being strengthened for the remaining duration. If the target suffers a big enough blow, if they move out of Soul of Steel's range, or if she ever takes a step backwards while under the effects of the oath, the link will be broken. She can sever the link of her own volition with no penalty, but the cooldown will still apply normally.
Ability 2: Holy Lance
While the Soul of Steel is manifested, Louise can use her energy to summon the Holy Lance, a sanctified spirit weapon given to her by her mother. It can interact with both physical and spiritual entities. Louise can use the lance to attack in melee, and can summon additional lances for ranged attacks. Summoning a lance costs a lot of energy, however, so she doesn't do it often.
Ability 3: Thundering Hooves
What knight is complete without their horse? This ability enhances a horse's speed and power while the soul of steel is manifested on the rider. While Louise was not able to take her horse with her to Rhea, it is with her in spirit. She can channel the spirit of the horse to give her a great burst of speed in one direction, like a charging knight. She can't perform the charge consecutively, however, as it strains her legs.
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Nickname(s): Steel Doll
Age: 16
Grade: Kiburi's, first year
Appearance: Louise has been described by many as a doll, with wavy silver hair, porcelain skin, and delicate features. She's rather short, and her 'casual' clothes are all lace and frills. She is never seen without her teddy bear, a heavily worn but still fluffy stuffed animal which she always keeps close.
Biography: The Dupont household can trace its roots to the middle ages of Vauquelin, where they were known throughout the land as a proud knight family. Times change, however, and the age of knights and magic gave way to the age of technology. Faced with their rapidly declining relevancy, the Dupont household decided to marry into a Yekaternian family with a similar position. Under these rather loveless circumstances, Louise was born.
Although their family was in decline, they taught their children in an old fashioned way. They taught her everything, from horse riding to sword fighting to calligraphy, ettiquette, and more. Training was a rather lonely affair, with little company but her belove teddy bear. In the finer arts, Louise was... insufficiently impressive. When tasked with using her brain, she just couldn't do well. When it came to physical tasks, however, she took to it like a fish took to water. These lopsided talents put her father in an awkward position. As the heir to the main family, Louise was in a position to be judged on all sides, and she could not be found wanting. Over the years they drilled ettiquiette into Louise, slowly turning her into someone ready for high society. Unfortunately for them, the revolution came and turned their efforts into smoke.
The Dupont family had been based in Yekateria for a decade by then, and even before that their political presence had been weak, so they escaped the worst of the purge. But they still had relatives in Vauquelin and they had planned to eventually return there one day. There was no longer anywhere to return to. The extended family all uneasily settled into Yekaternia. While the noble class still existed, it was obvious that the winds were changing, and they fiercely debated on what they needed to do. If the Yekaternian nobility fell as well, then there would be nothing left for them. Suddenly bereft of purpose, in their eyes, Louise's upbringing wasn't worth the bother, and so her training was more half-hearted, and she felt more alone than ever. After 3 years of tire spinning and debating, her mother stepped in and had her sent to Rhea. If times were changing then they needed to change as well. St Laurel's school had the prestige and class of noble society, if she went there she would be safe, and she would definitely learn how to be a proper lady.
Banking their hopes and dreams on her once again, the Dupont family sent Louise to the city-state by herself to learn more, to grow more. Eventually, she would be the one to reclaim their lost pride. Unfortunately, she was not smart enough to pass St Laurel's entrance exam and ended up in Kiburi's school instead.
Core: Soul of Steel
Louise is able to use her soul to manifest the figure of a knight in armour, to protect herself and attack her foes. The figure is humanoid in shape and larger than most adults, though it only appears as the top half of a human, missing everything below the waist. It can be summoned directly on top of Louise, or it can be puppeted to fight at a distance, up to a range of 5 meters away from Louise. The manifested figure is as tough as steel and has great strength, though it can certainly be broken. Her state of spitit affects its solidity and damage that maked it past its defences is reflected on Louise. It is capable of self repair but the process is very slow, potentially lasting days.
Ability 1: Shield Oath
Once every 2 hours, Louise can take a knight's oath and designate a target for protection for 10 minutes. While under the oath, Louise can redirect damage that the target takes to her manifested Soul of Steel, and can summon the Soul to the target as if the target was herself. Additionally, Louise's strength, stamina, and durability are enhanced while under the oath, but if Louise breaks the vow, she is weakened instead of being strengthened for the remaining duration. If the target suffers a big enough blow, if they move out of Soul of Steel's range, or if she ever takes a step backwards while under the effects of the oath, the link will be broken. She can sever the link of her own volition with no penalty, but the cooldown will still apply normally.
Ability 2: Holy Lance
While the Soul of Steel is manifested, Louise can use her energy to summon the Holy Lance, a sanctified spirit weapon given to her by her mother. It can interact with both physical and spiritual entities. Louise can use the lance to attack in melee, and can summon additional lances for ranged attacks. Summoning a lance costs a lot of energy, however, so she doesn't do it often.
Ability 3: Thundering Hooves
What knight is complete without their horse? This ability enhances a horse's speed and power while the soul of steel is manifested on the rider. While Louise was not able to take her horse with her to Rhea, it is with her in spirit. She can channel the spirit of the horse to give her a great burst of speed in one direction, like a charging knight. She can't perform the charge consecutively, however, as it strains her legs.
Relationships:
- Chinami: Classmate, considers her a friend
- Mina: Nice, gives good hugs
- Suzakura: Mean, always hanging around Mina
- Reverio: Knows his brother, doesn't know Reverio
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"Grimalkin o' yor. But a part o' the garland."
Name: Lynnwell Tourmaline
Nickname: Lyngurium Lie (Name left in any records), The Undying,
Age: 18 (Physical age), 360+ (Mental age)
Sex: Female
Grade: None anymore. Hostile to St Laurels.
Hair colour: Pink
Eye colour: Yellow
Clothing: Black sweatshirt with collar, wide red 70's pants, leotard, neatly attached roman styled sandals. BrochƩ with a silhouette of Saint Laurel.
Personality:
Lynnwell speaks often in an olden tongue of ages past, but she is adept in speaking normally aswell if necessary. She just doesn't find the modern tongue as beautiful or refined, perhaps it is a result of nostalgia of better days.
In a regular conversation Lynnwell appears to be relaxed, but once engaged in battle or if someone angers her she will quickly display a completely different persona. In battle she is prone to make short taunts to try unbalance her opponents, and is relentless in her attacks and pressure. She commends bravery, determination and things which she considers in spirit with a warrior. On the other hand she abhors the use of magical ranged attacks and things which attempt to restrict or control the battlefield. She also dislikes cowards and those who slanders Saint Laurel. Her relationship to the saint is one of reverance, hate, love and sorrow all pushed into one. From her point of view, the only one who bears the right to badmouth the name of Saint Laurel is she alone.
"Ye scullions o' Laurel, lost in wassail..."
Biography:
A warrior's true home is upon the fields of battle, a hero which lives long enough may someday find themselves become the villain. Such is the case with Lynnwell "The Undying". Back in an age when Laurel, the saint, fought in the Last Great War of Rhea. This was before the arena dispute resolution system came into being, which Rhea has upheld even to the current day.
To fight alongside such a legend on the battlefield against a common enemy was something which Lynnwell enjoyed. To Laurel, she may have just been an ally. But to her, Laurel was something far more. A soulmate. Someone who shared the same soul. That of a warrior. At least this was what she perceived at the time. But time was going to change things, as there were no more enemy to fight on the battlefields and Laurel becoming more of a figurehead and spending his time betting and rolling dice to his newly instated tournaments. Lynnwell realized that the Laurel she once knew was no more, the warrior soul he had donned, where were it now? Hers was still burning, and the more idle she were the more the anger stirred within her until she couldn't hold it back no more.
The fighting in the arenas brought her no joy or satisfaction, they were all empty victories which wouldn't change the world or her legacy one bit. She thus formed a group of chosen to make a coup against the Rhean leadership, seeking to plunge the nation into war again so she could once more battle as a true warrior and possibly rekindle Laurel's soul. But this was stopped by the timely arrival of the saint and his students. Lynnwell's allies were captured or slain, whereof she was chased to the roof of the Rhean administrative building, where she and Laurel had their fight. One which would see the legendary saint striking down his former ally.
To most mortals this would have been the end, the final chapter of their book. But to Lynnwell, the undying. This was just the beginning of her long existance and she would have many more clashes with the saint and his disciples until time itself would claim the saint and she was left alone. Her godly given gift of reincarnation had both been a blessing and a curse, as she soon realized she would eventually end up alone with everyone else she knew dying or ending up hating her for what she was trying to do. When Laurel was no longer around, Lynnwell's cause changed. From having attempted to rekindle the flames of war and return Rhea to it's past, she has currently abandoned that way in favor of searching for strong opponents, specifically those of the school of St Laurels.
Perhaps if she was able to reincarnate, what was to say the saint couldn't have aswell? The search for his reincarnation, his spiritual successor was now in motion. No official great record exists about Lynnwell's past other than her apparent connection to Saint Laurel. Much knowledge of her origin was lost in the great heist and blaze of the grand library some twohundred and twenty years ago. While it is commonly believed that Lyngurium Lie, as she is known by the remaining texts, stole something from the grand library or perhaps something from Laurel himself. There had been frantic searches for the lost knowledge by scholars and heroes alike, who tried to discover just what she robbed Rhea of.
In the past when cornered, the elusive villain has chosen to embrace death rather than revealing 'The secret'. The only other person which may have known anything about it was Laurel and since his passing, there has just been speculation. While many believes Lyngurium Lie is now ancient history and long dead, having last been slain some onehundred and thirty years ago by a band of new heroes from St Laurel's school.
"My my, scaramouch art ye? Thou art truly a poltroon."
Core: Nine Lives (Reincarnation)
Has past lives which she can remember, everything she's done, experienced and learnt. This in turn allows her to know far more than she should at her physical age. Such as the shortest but effective way to get a strong body in the least amount of time possible and how to stay disciplined. Her gift, aside from allowing her to reincarnate, has given her traits from felines in that she has retractable claws for nails, fangs, heightened senses and a prehensile tail. Alongside a pair of fluffy cat ears.
Increased mental and physical attributes from feline body and knowledge over several lifetimes of battling.
First power: Feline Finesse (Speed, agility, reflexes, climbing, acrobatics, claws, prehensile tail)
To Lynnwell speed is not only the ultimate defense, but also the ultimate offense. A thing which is a deciding factor in victory or loss. To be quick of body and of mind is crucial to any great warrior who desire to stand victorious. But balance and being able to manuever well is not to be discarded neither, for without balance a warrior would be uneven and unreliable, and a warrior which cannot manuever is useless. But immense speed isn't all that she has been bestowed with, climbing, running on walls and other forms of acrobatics come with it aswell.
Second power: Feline Fervor (Fiery blazing soul)
Lynnwell is driven by a fierce passion for battle, with such a fierce warrior's heart and soul, she is immune to tamperings of her fiery soul, which has permitted her to reincarnate despite attempts to seal her soul. This fiery heart and soul may also manifest itself in battle, where she coats herself in heat giving her the ability to fly short distances as if she was propelled by jet engines. The heat can also be directed to her hands to coat them in fire for awhile, or to momentarily turn herself into a fireball. The heat itself seems to radiate out from her, but ignores her own body, clothing and soul. It also seems to not engulf oxygen unless she turns the heat into fire. The fire effects are generally very short, ranging from three seconds to fifteen seconds.
Third power: Feline Ferocity (Strength, toughness, willpower, movement restriction breaking)
To break the chains that bind, to never relent, to never submit. These are things which course through Lynnwell's veins. To pin her down with physical, mental or magical restriction effects is usually met with fierce retaliation. Her strength, speed and resiliance overall is enhanced with the ferocity of a lion protecting it's spawn and that also helps her in breaking free.
"Rhea hast been built uppon a weake foundation forsooth, the buildinge raised in ye imagery, thee vaine saint o' yor. Thine feigne smile, it becommeth ye not. The stone o' ryche, hidith for thine envy, thine feigne vertues shulde not helpe ye. Cyning of none. Thine andsaca o' yor, hast cometh anew. Hither. Sharpen thine bill wight, beorn o' beorht. Come forthe, beadurinc sawol. Laurel... thou arleas deaofol. So sayeth I, thine soothsayer. wlanc Laurel, dyre faeger lufu. Mine mind hast wizened, olde feond. My expergefactor o' yor. Wightkinde grubble for rawgabbit. Brabble onwards all thee wish.
Few are the snollygosters, plentiful art the ultracrepidarians. Dance with thine demise, ye contumelious wights. I shalt tear thee asunder. Weep thine brine, I shalt not let thee besmirch the woruld, meager bantling. Try wade across the ceald brim if ye can. Thou shalt be thwarted, come forth quench my thirst, cockalorum. Offrian thou sawol, gnornian thine beadurinc beorht. Apostols o' Laurel... mere bridewell."
Relationships:
Saint Laurel: "I detest thee, I miss thee. Mine olde feond o' lufu. Bare thine smirk anew for me, deaofol o' beorht."
Shal-Akkun: "Ye olde skald o' the sand, thine family slain alas in vain. Shalt thine song o' lamentation bring war anew? Vengeance demands thee act lest thou shalt wither by thine illness. Thou art naught but a mooncalf."
Caelum Ripper: "Dirk o' Deaofols. Ye still crave mine sawol? Come forthe, test thine might anew! I shalt tear thine pride asunder... thee and thine bearers."
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A plot bunny that is no longer functionally a WIP. Ready for potential approval.
Name: Amelia Drake
Age: 16
Sex: Female.
Eyes: Amber-Gold
Hair: Blonde
Nationality: Albion
Grade: St. Laurel's School of Divine Excellence. 1st year
-Darla Drake:
Seems to care for and support her sister, even in her more... questionable pursuits. Once she finds a way to usurp their father's business empire, she's even planning to share with her! Oh, to be sure, she knows that only one of them can be the official top dog, the CEO, the head honcho, and she's happy to leave that in Darla's hands. As long as she gets a much bigger slice of the pie than she currently has, Amelia will be -if not content then- satiated.
-Arthur Drake (Father):
Oh, Father... what can she say she feels about him? Love? Perhaps not. Gratitude? Well, he did raise her. Admiration? Oh, in an intellectual sense, absolutely. The wealth. The luxury. The power! The bootlickers, sycophants, servants and ants to be stepped on! She wanted all of it! Yes! He was an inspiration! In some ways, she almost couldn't say who she felt more kinship with between him and her sister... And that was exactly why, knowing the depths of his ruthlessness... that she could never truly trust him. Yes, they were too similar, she, her sister and him, and wasn't that a tragedy? One day... she would take that empire of his for her own. She's not super enthused with his attempts to "reform" Darla... even if she can see why he'd want to.
-Carla Drake (Mother):
Unlike her sister, she resents their mother. The neglect. The drunkeness. The endless indulgence and drugs. It might sound ungrateful, but Amelia is a Drake. Surely, it isn't wrong for her to always want better? Why settle for less than more? She sees her mother as nothing less than scum, ashamed to share the same genetics... not that she'd express such openly. She knows that "Mother Dearest" is one of the few people Darla cares about, and for that reason alone, she will... tolerate her. For now, at least. To be sure, she perhaps... pities her, but with her mother's healing-based Gift, she can't imagine how the woman could be addicted. She could be so much better, so much more... if only she'd put down the damn bottle!
Reverio Galand:
A strange boy. A wasteful and naive sort. It's honestly galling to her how he can seemingly be so... disconnected from reality. He's wealthy! She knows it! So- So, how could this disgrace of a Peasant Prince be so well off and yet so hopeless? Darla likes him though... perhaps a little too much, despite him being their cousin. Even so, she'll support her sister's flights of fancy until she hopefully sees the light.
Maverick Maddison Maximiliano Majere:
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"Why settle for less than more?"
Height: 5'7"
Height: 5'7"
Name: Amelia Drake
Age: 16
Sex: Female.
Eyes: Amber-Gold
Hair: Blonde
Nationality: Albion
Grade: St. Laurel's School of Divine Excellence. 1st year
"Never settle for less than more."
Amelia Drake did not know where she had heard the words or, indeed, whether she had truly "heard them" at all. Had they come from her father? Her sister? A business associate? Perhaps she'd picked them up from a particularly charming little story or piece of televised media... Or maybe she'd always known them, lived them, breathed them. She was a Drake. She was born in the concept of more. Molded by it. She could not conceive of the idea of less until she was old enough to comprehend that what her mother gave her was not what other children got.
And she couldn't have been more envious.
It was silly, really. She had everything else. A great sister. A father to inherit an empire from. Wealth for which there seemed no end. And servants and lessers beyond counting to serve her every whim. The best food. The best drink. The best financial and political contacts. The best investments. Tutors with Gifts specifically tailored to grant their students an inhuman capacity for learning and mental maturation. The best trainers and coaches to carve her a body that could compete athletically with the best of them. She was a prodigy. The best grades in her classes (aside from the damned Gift combat), earned legitimately and not through sycophants. She may have been the second heir, but she and her sister were not competitors... No! They were collaborators! And one day, this empire would be theirs and theirs alone, with no succession crisis to be found! She had it all!
Near enough to it...
But not a mother's love... nor a Gift.
She wasn't sure which of those things burned more.
Was she not worthy? Was she not ideal?! Her father had a Gift! Her sister had a Gift! Even that Rotten Lush had a Gift! So, why not her?! It couldn't be her wealth and advantages denying her the opportunity. Her father was so wealthy that some even said he surpassed the gods! Surely, if anything would be an insult, it was that, right?! But he was still given power. Her older sister, also born into the lap of luxury, had been blessed as well, and even now, she wove her schemes and forged her armies! And that- that Lush! That lazy sack of waste and unambitious stagnation, wallowing in a contemptable pit of disgrace! She was the proof that even garbage was worth the attention of the gods-!
So.
WHY?!
NOT?!
HER?!
But the gods were ever distant. Always had been. Always would be. At least, that was how she consoled herself. And so, begrudgingly, spitefully, she put her envy behind her. For in the end, it was not envy, not particularly a desire to have anyone else's Gift as her own. No, she just wanted more. Always more. Ever more. It didn't necessarily have to be a Gift the temporarily filled that pit in her chest that endlessly swallowed every fortune and favor she acquired. She could do without. She had to. She would. Because, as her father might say, time was money, and she was wasting time.
So, she invested. She schmoozed. She smiled and waved, partied and courted. She could not do what her father did. Nor could she do what her sister did. But she could find her niche in the family in other ways. And so she would. Admittedly, it had been more a hobby and passing interest of hers, but after seriously considering it, she would soon to begin the process of funding and maintaining a modern warship navy under the Drake family to protect... and ruthlessly enforce their interests.
Admittedly, these movements in the world by the daughter of such a figure as Arthur Drake were not quiet, and without a Gift to aid her own self-defense, she was for all her skill, comparatively vulnerable. To that end, in the course of her pursuit of becoming an alarmingly young arms dealer like her father before her, she would be gifted by her sister a personal automaton bodyguard. Dubbed Ivory, the combat model would be her quiet -if occasionally snarky- companion for years thereafter, till the present day. She wouldn't quite call them friends, but they had a bond that could perhaps be called genuine.
And then came the fall of Vauquelin... and the resulting assassins come to finish what the revolution had started. Admittedly, Amelia would not have been bothered on an emotional level should her drunken lush mother have fallen to their predations... But as a matter of principle, this scum that wanted to take what was hers deserved everything they got. Amelia had not thought herself a sadist, but she definitely enjoyed listening to the recordings she asked Darla to make of the... proceedings involving the captive hitmen.
Oh, publicly, she was plenty contrite, even genuinely unnerved by the level of frankly unnecessary sadism employed by Darla in her "experiments". Morbidly interested though she was, that didn't mean she didn't understand why her father would be... concerned when those indiscretions came to light. Privately with Darla, however, she could only muse at the hypocrisy of their father. It wasn't like those men weren't going to die anyway. Waste not, want not. The number of deaths caused by their father indirectly or otherwise simply made Darla's offense insignificant by comparison. And it was for that reason -and her already brewing thoughts of usurpation- that solidified Amelia's loyalties to her sister... in private.
Publicly, she put on a show, of course, carefully condemning the acts when she must, but otherwise remaining silent of the matter. And Darla was quite understanding, she thought, given that they'd discussed it in private. They both knew Darla could have rebelled against her father's punishment, even gone for a "promotion" a little early if need be. But for the time being? Darla would go to Rhea, would humor the Drake patriarch. And Amelia would play her part, waiting and watching for the right moment...
All Darla had to do was say the word.
Amelia Drake did not know where she had heard the words or, indeed, whether she had truly "heard them" at all. Had they come from her father? Her sister? A business associate? Perhaps she'd picked them up from a particularly charming little story or piece of televised media... Or maybe she'd always known them, lived them, breathed them. She was a Drake. She was born in the concept of more. Molded by it. She could not conceive of the idea of less until she was old enough to comprehend that what her mother gave her was not what other children got.
And she couldn't have been more envious.
It was silly, really. She had everything else. A great sister. A father to inherit an empire from. Wealth for which there seemed no end. And servants and lessers beyond counting to serve her every whim. The best food. The best drink. The best financial and political contacts. The best investments. Tutors with Gifts specifically tailored to grant their students an inhuman capacity for learning and mental maturation. The best trainers and coaches to carve her a body that could compete athletically with the best of them. She was a prodigy. The best grades in her classes (aside from the damned Gift combat), earned legitimately and not through sycophants. She may have been the second heir, but she and her sister were not competitors... No! They were collaborators! And one day, this empire would be theirs and theirs alone, with no succession crisis to be found! She had it all!
Near enough to it...
But not a mother's love... nor a Gift.
She wasn't sure which of those things burned more.
Was she not worthy? Was she not ideal?! Her father had a Gift! Her sister had a Gift! Even that Rotten Lush had a Gift! So, why not her?! It couldn't be her wealth and advantages denying her the opportunity. Her father was so wealthy that some even said he surpassed the gods! Surely, if anything would be an insult, it was that, right?! But he was still given power. Her older sister, also born into the lap of luxury, had been blessed as well, and even now, she wove her schemes and forged her armies! And that- that Lush! That lazy sack of waste and unambitious stagnation, wallowing in a contemptable pit of disgrace! She was the proof that even garbage was worth the attention of the gods-!
So.
WHY?!
NOT?!
HER?!
But the gods were ever distant. Always had been. Always would be. At least, that was how she consoled herself. And so, begrudgingly, spitefully, she put her envy behind her. For in the end, it was not envy, not particularly a desire to have anyone else's Gift as her own. No, she just wanted more. Always more. Ever more. It didn't necessarily have to be a Gift the temporarily filled that pit in her chest that endlessly swallowed every fortune and favor she acquired. She could do without. She had to. She would. Because, as her father might say, time was money, and she was wasting time.
So, she invested. She schmoozed. She smiled and waved, partied and courted. She could not do what her father did. Nor could she do what her sister did. But she could find her niche in the family in other ways. And so she would. Admittedly, it had been more a hobby and passing interest of hers, but after seriously considering it, she would soon to begin the process of funding and maintaining a modern warship navy under the Drake family to protect... and ruthlessly enforce their interests.
Admittedly, these movements in the world by the daughter of such a figure as Arthur Drake were not quiet, and without a Gift to aid her own self-defense, she was for all her skill, comparatively vulnerable. To that end, in the course of her pursuit of becoming an alarmingly young arms dealer like her father before her, she would be gifted by her sister a personal automaton bodyguard. Dubbed Ivory, the combat model would be her quiet -if occasionally snarky- companion for years thereafter, till the present day. She wouldn't quite call them friends, but they had a bond that could perhaps be called genuine.
And then came the fall of Vauquelin... and the resulting assassins come to finish what the revolution had started. Admittedly, Amelia would not have been bothered on an emotional level should her drunken lush mother have fallen to their predations... But as a matter of principle, this scum that wanted to take what was hers deserved everything they got. Amelia had not thought herself a sadist, but she definitely enjoyed listening to the recordings she asked Darla to make of the... proceedings involving the captive hitmen.
Oh, publicly, she was plenty contrite, even genuinely unnerved by the level of frankly unnecessary sadism employed by Darla in her "experiments". Morbidly interested though she was, that didn't mean she didn't understand why her father would be... concerned when those indiscretions came to light. Privately with Darla, however, she could only muse at the hypocrisy of their father. It wasn't like those men weren't going to die anyway. Waste not, want not. The number of deaths caused by their father indirectly or otherwise simply made Darla's offense insignificant by comparison. And it was for that reason -and her already brewing thoughts of usurpation- that solidified Amelia's loyalties to her sister... in private.
Publicly, she put on a show, of course, carefully condemning the acts when she must, but otherwise remaining silent of the matter. And Darla was quite understanding, she thought, given that they'd discussed it in private. They both knew Darla could have rebelled against her father's punishment, even gone for a "promotion" a little early if need be. But for the time being? Darla would go to Rhea, would humor the Drake patriarch. And Amelia would play her part, waiting and watching for the right moment...
All Darla had to do was say the word.
Core Power: Golden Rule:
A blessing from either the God of Wealth (or the Greed aspect awakened by Caelum Ripper). Allows her to mark objects and creatures she physically touches, including herself. She can be selective enough to target only a single article of clothing, for example, or to include the person wearing it and everything else on their person. The marks are invisible and remain indefinitely on inanimate objects and up to 24 hours on living beings. After taking "ownership" in this manner, her power archives the target in her memory. She will never forget a marked target, and she has an innate awareness of the exact position of all things she "owns" in relation to herself. Much like a brooding dragon, she will never lose sight of her hoard. Once marked, she can do a variety of things.
Sub 1: All the World's Treasure:
Can instantaneously teleport anything she has marked to a position near herself (within 100 meters). When it arrives, it is always in the exact condition it was when she marked it, immediately totally repairing all damage and undoing all conditions (good or bad) it may have taken since then. This can function as a heal for the living, but it cannot normally restore souls that have already left the plane she currently resides in or other spectral targets, like someone's mana pool, only physical conditions. She must have a manner to physically touch a soul, for example, to affect it. There is a size limitation, but she can still manage something as big as a truck.
Sub 2: At Her Fingertips:
For objects too large to teleport, she can make golden portals to their location and either extend part of the target through the gap temporarily or pass other objects or living creatures through to the marked target's location. Should she wish it, this function also repairs any portion of the target that she extends through the portal. She can also use this portal variant to move smaller objects, and any marked object that is extending through one of her portals is also under her telekinetic command, to the point of being able to launch them like projectiles at bullet velocities. What may pass through these portals is entirely at her discretion, able to selectively allow one person or object but not another, allow light or sound to pass through alternatively, etc. The portals are like mist to anyone and anything not allowed, passing right through them as easily as air without causing "telefragging" or other space-time related mishaps. Closing the portals while something is partway through them automatically safely ejects the target back through the side they entered, regardless of how far through they are, completely whole and avoiding dicing them with a space-time cut. The portals created in this manner are not static, and their orientation and size can be adjusted as needed. There is no strict limit on the number of portals that can be active at once, but they will automatically close in the case of the user's unconsciousness.
Sub 3: Clover of Midas:
A luck power related to wealth. Causes her to stumble upon success in regard to acquiring money and other valuable objects even when she isn't trying. She is almost guaranteed to succeed in any situation where chance is a factor, making her the bane of any gambler. This even aids her in fights, as long as a prize is at stake. The focused and comparatively specific nature of this ability makes it disproportionately strong and extremely resilient to other luck-based effects. Indeed, nudging things here and there in manners mostly subtle (but not always), it is not incorrect to say this ability is very wide-reaching, operating much like a Rube Goldberg device, manipulating the butterfly effect to hurl wealth and success at its wielder.
A blessing from either the God of Wealth (or the Greed aspect awakened by Caelum Ripper). Allows her to mark objects and creatures she physically touches, including herself. She can be selective enough to target only a single article of clothing, for example, or to include the person wearing it and everything else on their person. The marks are invisible and remain indefinitely on inanimate objects and up to 24 hours on living beings. After taking "ownership" in this manner, her power archives the target in her memory. She will never forget a marked target, and she has an innate awareness of the exact position of all things she "owns" in relation to herself. Much like a brooding dragon, she will never lose sight of her hoard. Once marked, she can do a variety of things.
Sub 1: All the World's Treasure:
Can instantaneously teleport anything she has marked to a position near herself (within 100 meters). When it arrives, it is always in the exact condition it was when she marked it, immediately totally repairing all damage and undoing all conditions (good or bad) it may have taken since then. This can function as a heal for the living, but it cannot normally restore souls that have already left the plane she currently resides in or other spectral targets, like someone's mana pool, only physical conditions. She must have a manner to physically touch a soul, for example, to affect it. There is a size limitation, but she can still manage something as big as a truck.
Sub 2: At Her Fingertips:
For objects too large to teleport, she can make golden portals to their location and either extend part of the target through the gap temporarily or pass other objects or living creatures through to the marked target's location. Should she wish it, this function also repairs any portion of the target that she extends through the portal. She can also use this portal variant to move smaller objects, and any marked object that is extending through one of her portals is also under her telekinetic command, to the point of being able to launch them like projectiles at bullet velocities. What may pass through these portals is entirely at her discretion, able to selectively allow one person or object but not another, allow light or sound to pass through alternatively, etc. The portals are like mist to anyone and anything not allowed, passing right through them as easily as air without causing "telefragging" or other space-time related mishaps. Closing the portals while something is partway through them automatically safely ejects the target back through the side they entered, regardless of how far through they are, completely whole and avoiding dicing them with a space-time cut. The portals created in this manner are not static, and their orientation and size can be adjusted as needed. There is no strict limit on the number of portals that can be active at once, but they will automatically close in the case of the user's unconsciousness.
Sub 3: Clover of Midas:
A luck power related to wealth. Causes her to stumble upon success in regard to acquiring money and other valuable objects even when she isn't trying. She is almost guaranteed to succeed in any situation where chance is a factor, making her the bane of any gambler. This even aids her in fights, as long as a prize is at stake. The focused and comparatively specific nature of this ability makes it disproportionately strong and extremely resilient to other luck-based effects. Indeed, nudging things here and there in manners mostly subtle (but not always), it is not incorrect to say this ability is very wide-reaching, operating much like a Rube Goldberg device, manipulating the butterfly effect to hurl wealth and success at its wielder.
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-Darla Drake:
Seems to care for and support her sister, even in her more... questionable pursuits. Once she finds a way to usurp their father's business empire, she's even planning to share with her! Oh, to be sure, she knows that only one of them can be the official top dog, the CEO, the head honcho, and she's happy to leave that in Darla's hands. As long as she gets a much bigger slice of the pie than she currently has, Amelia will be -if not content then- satiated.
-Arthur Drake (Father):
Oh, Father... what can she say she feels about him? Love? Perhaps not. Gratitude? Well, he did raise her. Admiration? Oh, in an intellectual sense, absolutely. The wealth. The luxury. The power! The bootlickers, sycophants, servants and ants to be stepped on! She wanted all of it! Yes! He was an inspiration! In some ways, she almost couldn't say who she felt more kinship with between him and her sister... And that was exactly why, knowing the depths of his ruthlessness... that she could never truly trust him. Yes, they were too similar, she, her sister and him, and wasn't that a tragedy? One day... she would take that empire of his for her own. She's not super enthused with his attempts to "reform" Darla... even if she can see why he'd want to.
-Carla Drake (Mother):
Unlike her sister, she resents their mother. The neglect. The drunkeness. The endless indulgence and drugs. It might sound ungrateful, but Amelia is a Drake. Surely, it isn't wrong for her to always want better? Why settle for less than more? She sees her mother as nothing less than scum, ashamed to share the same genetics... not that she'd express such openly. She knows that "Mother Dearest" is one of the few people Darla cares about, and for that reason alone, she will... tolerate her. For now, at least. To be sure, she perhaps... pities her, but with her mother's healing-based Gift, she can't imagine how the woman could be addicted. She could be so much better, so much more... if only she'd put down the damn bottle!
Reverio Galand:
A strange boy. A wasteful and naive sort. It's honestly galling to her how he can seemingly be so... disconnected from reality. He's wealthy! She knows it! So- So, how could this disgrace of a Peasant Prince be so well off and yet so hopeless? Darla likes him though... perhaps a little too much, despite him being their cousin. Even so, she'll support her sister's flights of fancy until she hopefully sees the light.
Maverick Maddison Maximiliano Majere:
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Name: William Ascot Narrativia.
Age: 26 (Physical Age), 360+ (Mental Age)
Grade: N/A
Biography: "I served the God of Stories as the recorder of St. Laurel's tale, and as the loremaster of Rhea afterwards, set down the story of Lynnwell Tourmaline's fall from grace and her many numerous reincarnations. I sired a family, a large tree with branches in multiple nations, all dedicated to observing and preserving the history of the world and giving succor and aid to the heroes and romantic protagonists of each of the smaller narratives of life. That was the task of the Narrativia family, a task corrupted into stalking and skulking, intruding on others' privacy, and betrayal of others' trust. But how else to know what to save, who to damn, and how to help? Must we forever rely on blind faith in our senses and reason, and on the roaring currents of coincidence?
"I, William Ascot, once wished for a happy ending for people's stories. Part of me still does, but cold hard reality has hit me over and over again in the head, and the delightful, invigorating, and yet sometimes irksome independence of other people have doubled that wondrous pain. I no longer want to force a happy ending onto people who want to find their own paths; such hubris is beneath me, having degraded me numerous times before like a child taught not to touch a kettle, I stayed away.
"It hurts, knowing that there are many stories going on, many known only in hindsight, that sometimes, my descendants misjudge who is the hero and who is not, and that they can give the wrong boons and the wrong advice, thus their good intentions degrade into rot from which no fertile soil can come from - Ai, it is my fault, and I do not know how to fix it!
"I am still alive, wandering the earth, watching the branches of the Narrativia Family be cut down, either by outside forces having had enough of their interference or because of internal rebellion among their family members. And as I fought, retracing the steps of Saint Laurel and the original fellowship over and over again, drinking deep from the well of knowledge and seeing what could have been and what could still be and the endless kaliedoscope of paths thereof, I realized... I knew everything about heroes but nothing about being one."
"No more trying to fix everything. No more trying to undo every tragedy. Happy Endings have to be earned, and sometimes, the bitter must be tasted with the sweet to give the latter value. I am William Ascot Narrativia, the first Chosen by the God of Stories, and I have tasted the fruit of hell.
"God of Stories, let my tale end. I have served you for thirty-six decades and more - But please, if you would have it, let me learn what true heroism is, just this once!"
Powers:
Core Power: Narrative Role of the Family Head - William is immensely resistant to mind control and mental influence effects, and is utterly immune to those used by his own family. William can also detect the presence of other family members within a 100-square-meter radius. And finally, this gives him access to his Second and Third Powers (technically his First and Second for reasons elaborated below).
First Power: Enuncia! - Enuncia is a secret language taught to William by the God of Stories, a language which is not part of his Gift, and can theoretically be taught to anyone, which poses a potential threat to the world order as Enuncia is also an 'occult programming language' which is the 'Order' counterpart of Sorcery and Ritual Magic. By speaking it, William can alter the parameters of an existing object or phenomenon; he can make a barbell as light as air, fire not burn, or gravity reverse itself. The drawback, however, is that Enuncia cannot be used against a living being with a soul unless William knows their True Name (nor can it be used against their clothing or weapons they hold, either, so no loopholes), and it also cannot be used to destroy and break down an object; attempting this breaks down William's body to the same degree as his intended destruction and automatically fails.
And yes, William knows his own true name and can alter himself, his clothing, or the weapons he holds, including magical weapons which he normally cannot wield, except for Sapient Weapons unless he knows their true name, and even then some are still immune.
Second Power: Gondor Calls for Aid - William can distort time, space, and probability to call on whatever allies he has made all throughout the current RP, calling them to come to his side at his time of need. The only requirement of this is that 1.) He genuinely needs help, 2.) It is the climax of a personal story arc or an arc of the RP itself.
Third Power: Ascot ex Machina - When his help is called for, time, space, and probability distort for William so that he can come to the aid of his friends just in the nick of time; the requirement is that 1.) they call for him specifically, and 2.) they genuinely need him. Whether he can actually help is another question entirely.
Relationships:
Erisse Augusta Narrativia - How my family have fallen!
Lynnwell Tourmaline - Please stay dead.
Orpheuz - I will find out your True Name.
Lambda - Aww...
Alrune - Maybe I should pay him a visit.
Vera - Our Divine Patrons push us to similar paths.
Andras - Adorable! Erisse should stop stalking her.
Michael - Andras is the Heroine and he's not the hero.
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Name: Hajime Sakurazaki
Age: 16
Grade: 2nd Year, Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined (or maybe Kiburi's).
Biography: Hajime was born to a Samurai Family with very few Gifted in its ranks, and he was not one of those few. Learning how to use a sword from an early age, Hajime knew that he was slated to be mere cannon fodder for the Emperor of Izumo, whom he learned to fear and revere in equal measure. But as he grew up, still powerless, he began to resent his position and his powerlessness, hoping against hope that he would be given a Gift, that the Gods would notice him and give him one.
But no one took notice of him, he continued to toil and fight for his hated liege until one day, he was forced to kill civilians, innocent people. When he cursed his commander for forcing him to do it, he was told to commit seppuku and make it extra painful. With no other choice, he prepared to do so, finally giving up on life.
Then, a Micro Mech suddenly leaped down on them; yes, a Micro Mech - A 4-meter tall humanoid machine of magical materials and advanced technology which had been stolen from Ryujinmaru Co., Izumo's official Arms Company. This mech was piloted by Akio Takaki, an Ungifted whose piloting skills nevertheless landed him a place in the Izumo Resistance, a group that fought against the 'Usurper Emperor' in the name of the 'Legitimate Branch' which still held out in Rhea. Akio defeated Hajime's commanding officer and his cronies, his mech beating their gifts, and then offered Hajime a ride back to the Resistance's lair.
And so, after a period of mutual mistrust, Hajime joined the Resistance as a Mech Pilot. His adventures were many and he blossomed as a person, making many friendships over the next year and a half. Then, he and Akio were captured by Ryujinmaru Co.'s security personnel as they tried to steal one of the company's latest mechs. What happened next to him and his mentor was... Painful. Very, very painful. Then Akio was publicly shot in the back of the head and he, due to his relative youth, was transported to an illegal mining camp to be worked to death digging out gemstones from the ground.
Six months later, on his sixteenth birthday, he was on the verge of death, his stamina finally giving out. Tears in his eyes as he lay dying, his overseers about to 'dispose' of him, he wished for power, he wished for his mentor back, he wished for a free Izumo, he wished for a mech, he wished for a Gift, he wished for strength, he wished for everything he had been denied in his short life... And gunshots rang, but it was the Resistance that came to rescue him, bringing with them a new machine; A crimson mech, Heaven's Wrath, which had been gifted to the Resistance by the Nitta Clan, loyalists to the 'Legitimate Emperor-in-Exile'.
Constructed using a mix of Magic and Science, Heaven's Wrath was given a crude form of intelligence and the ability to 'Phase Shift' into a pocket dimension (same as that used by the Narrativia family, but the Nitta Clan didn't know it). And the mind within the machine bonded quickly with Hajime, seeing in him some sort of kindred spirit. This turned out to be because Heaven's Wrath's AI was based on Akio's brain patterns.
And so Heaven's Wrath saved the boy, who had a new vehicle and powers like a Gift, but not really. And after escaping back to an Izumo Resistance base, he was given a mission for someone of his new potential: Find the Legitimate Emperor of Izumo, if he is still alive, even if he had to go to the foriegn City of Rhea to do it.
Powers:
Core Power: Heaven's Wrath - Heaven's Wrath is a prototype Micro Mech meant to be used against Gifted opponents. Able to stay in a pocket dimension and hide as long as Hajime wills it to be, it can be made to expand to a five-meter tall mech that consumes all Magic which touches it, whether positive or negative; this consumption also makes it resistant to any mental effects hurled at its pilot (when in its cockpit) or its own barely-awake intelligence. Heaven's Wrath can also repair itself with the magic it siphons, and can extend this healing ability to its pilot as long as the latter is in his cockpit.
Drawbacks: The Micro Mech can be defeated with mundane force, including purely physical but advanced tech. Hit it hard enough with a blunt object and it can be destroyed and its pilot pummeled to submission. Also, its next three powers require it to be in its Mech Form. Oh, and it is only 4.51 meters tall.
First Power: Grasping Claw - As a Micro Mech, Heaven's Wrath can grab an enemy and drain the magic out of them while also cutting them with claws as sharp as a diamond.
Second Power: Mana Blast - Heaven's Wrath can blast an enemy with some of its drained magic, which in turn can melt down an apartment building at maximum power from up to half a football field away.
Drawback: Heavens Wrath has to use the same arm it uses for Grasping Claw to use Mana Blast, forcing it to choose between melee and ranged options but not both.
Third Power: Flight - And finally, Heaven's Wrath can fly, enough to perform high-speed maneuvers which can rival civilian stunt and air show planes while protecting its pilot from G-Forces and other environmental hazards like lack of oxygen.
Relationships:
Ken Illustrious Ikari: "You are my liege, and you are also very handsome."
Suzakura Plagarazes: "The worst sort of person."
Chinami Nakadai: "I'm glad my liege is disenchanted with her now."
Reverio Galand: "A person who made my liege sad. How I wish I can cut him down."
Orpheuz: "No, I am not your enemy, geez! But get in my liege's way and you will be..."
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Name: Belle Starrysky
Age: 14 (technically, but has existed since the dawn of time)
Grade: First Year Laurels
Biography:
Belleās background is filled with mystery. If asked, she would plainly state that she descended from the heavens as a star. Given her angelic demeanor, most of her classmates simply accept it at face value, even if they acknowledge its absurdity.
She was immediately recruited by Laurels due to her excellent performance in all subjects.
Belle is courageous, bright, active, and stays cheerful in most situations. She is captain of the Laurels choir and dance team despite her first year status, an exception made due to her exceptional ability. Her biggest flaw is simply being too charming and adorable, and as a result being too idolized by her peers.
Powers:
Core Power - Spinning Miracle: Belle is a vessel of divine perfection. Her incorruptibility extends beyond the physical, allowing her immunity to mind-altering, transmuting, fate manipulating, and all other affects (unless she wills it).
Sub power - Ring a Belle: Belle's voice has true power over the world, and can reshape it to her will with the power of her singing. It is said that her voice was the basis of the song of creation itself.
Sub power - Love Wing: Belle can manifest angelic wings at will that allow her to travel anywhere in the world instantaneously. Technically she doesn't need to manifest the wings but she likes how they look.
Sub power - Love's Signal: Belle's existence itself is a tether to reality, her song being the background noise of the universe. As a result, she is essentially capable of knowing anything within the universe if she wills it, and her divine song both protects herself and the entire universe from overt destruction.
Age: 14 (technically, but has existed since the dawn of time)
Grade: First Year Laurels
Biography:
Belleās background is filled with mystery. If asked, she would plainly state that she descended from the heavens as a star. Given her angelic demeanor, most of her classmates simply accept it at face value, even if they acknowledge its absurdity.
She was immediately recruited by Laurels due to her excellent performance in all subjects.
She may also have been recruited by Laurels scouts in order to help fulfill a prophecy coined at the inception of Laurels, that specified an incarnated god coming to the academy and bringing about great change at which she would be the center of.
Belle is courageous, bright, active, and stays cheerful in most situations. She is captain of the Laurels choir and dance team despite her first year status, an exception made due to her exceptional ability. Her biggest flaw is simply being too charming and adorable, and as a result being too idolized by her peers.
Powers:
Core Power - Spinning Miracle: Belle is a vessel of divine perfection. Her incorruptibility extends beyond the physical, allowing her immunity to mind-altering, transmuting, fate manipulating, and all other affects (unless she wills it).
Sub power - Ring a Belle: Belle's voice has true power over the world, and can reshape it to her will with the power of her singing. It is said that her voice was the basis of the song of creation itself.
Sub power - Love Wing: Belle can manifest angelic wings at will that allow her to travel anywhere in the world instantaneously. Technically she doesn't need to manifest the wings but she likes how they look.
Sub power - Love's Signal: Belle's existence itself is a tether to reality, her song being the background noise of the universe. As a result, she is essentially capable of knowing anything within the universe if she wills it, and her divine song both protects herself and the entire universe from overt destruction.
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Name: Belle Starrysky
Age: 14 (technically, but has existed since the dawn of time)
Grade: First Year Laurels
Biography:
Belleās background is filled with mystery. If asked, she would plainly state that she descended from the heavens as a star. Given her angelic demeanor, most of her classmates simply accept it at face value, even if they acknowledge its absurdity.
She was immediately recruited by Laurels due to her excellent performance in all subjects.She may also have been recruited by Laurels scouts in order to help fulfill a prophecy coined at the inception of Laurels, that specified an incarnated god coming to the academy and bringing about great change at which she would be the center of.
Belle is courageous, bright, active, and stays cheerful in most situations. She is captain of the Laurels choir and dance team despite her first year status, an exception made due to her exceptional ability. Her biggest flaw is simply being too charming and adorable, and as a result being too idolized by her peers.
Powers:
Core Power - Spinning Miracle: Belle is a vessel of divine perfection. Her incorruptibility extends beyond the physical, allowing her immunity to mind-altering, transmuting, fate manipulating, and all other affects (unless she wills it).
Sub power - Ring a Belle: Belle's voice has true power over the world, and can reshape it to her will with the power of her singing. It is said that her voice was the basis of the song of creation itself.
Sub power - Love Wing: Belle can manifest angelic wings at will that allow her to travel anywhere in the world instantaneously. Technically she doesn't need to manifest the wings but she likes how they look.
Sub power - Love's Signal: Belle's existence itself is a tether to reality, her song being the background noise of the universe. As a result, she is essentially capable of knowing anything within the universe if she wills it, and her divine song both protects herself and the entire universe from overt destruction.
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Of fucking course you would.
So she's accepted, then?
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The character has been transferred to my ownership after a conversation on Discord:
Name: Salaman Erkinaan Alderan
Nickname/s: None that he would want to admit toā¦
School/Grade: Lord Kiburi's School for the Truly Exceptional, 1st year
Age: 15
Height: 5ā 6ā
Appearance: He has red hair and wears his school uniform most of the time, with the addition of an enchanted scarf which protects from fire. The school uniform might be hard to recognize because many students of Lord Kiburiās donāt bother wearing it, but he will assure you he is wearing it properly.
Personality: A little milquetoast. There are many wild and colorful personalities that line the halls of Lord Kiburiās Academy for the Truly Exceptional, but Salaman Erkinan Alderan is simply not one of them. He would admit to having an affinity for quieter spaces, and he would most certainly not admit to being afraid of the loud ones. One of the rules of Lord Kiburiās Academy after all is as stated; donāt be a wimp. He has to try very hard not to be caught in disregard of this rule.
Bio: Salaman Erkinan Alderan bears a heavy name, and an even heavier destiny. He inherits the name of heroes. His familyās legacy is that of myths and legends. He is their first-born son, he bears the responsibility of their ancient legacy. The Ancient Evil was pushed back to enclaves around the world during the War for the Heavens. But while the Ancient Evil remained in existence at all, it would have to be sealed so that it could not possibly harm any living thing. This seal took the form of Magic, as while the Ancient Evil had the power to destroy the Gods and their constructs, Magic which was created in collaboration between Humans and Gods could not be corroded by the Ancient Evil.
There would need to be guardians to oversee these seals. These Guardians would have to pass down their duty until the threat posed by the Ancient Evil was fully eradicated beyond the shadow of a doubt.
The line of Alderan is an unbroken line of one of these ancient protectors. They uphold this duty to the modern day. Until death, they protect the seal. Nowadays ādeathā usually happens to be of old age though. The threat of the Ancient Evil has long been one that exists only in history books. Truth be told, though they still revere their oath, and understand the potential catastrophe that could occur if they were ever to break it, theyāve becomeā¦ a little loose with the rules so to speak. Only in certain areas, of course.
They would never dream of being lax in their duties, but the rules for informing their descendants about their all-important task have been a littleā¦ stretched. For example, Salamanās father, the current heir of the Seal of Flame, the Alderanās charge, informed him properly of the whole circumstances of their God-sworn duty about three days before his fifteenth birthday.
āI was supposed to tell you about it on your fifteenth birthday, but this is close enough probably,ā Salamanās father had said over a fantastic dinner of Rigatoni alla Gricia, with garlic bread. His family was there as well, and a few cousins and uncles/aunts that had decided to come over for dinner that day. Salaman hadnāt had any knowledge of their sacred duty prior to this day. He would take a note later that the casual delivery of the line; āI donāt think the world is going to die if youāre not ready to take over or anything, but you should probably take the preparations seriously when it comes around,ā didnāt really seem to match the gravity of the situation.
That incident was about 3 months ago at this point and Salaman still doesnāt know how to feel about this new destiny of his. Thereās still quite some time before he has to take up the mantle. His father may be one of the first that will retire the role instead of protecting it until death, leaving Salaman to inherit it at a relatively young age, but that still wonāt be for another decade at least.
Heās had to worry about making friends for his entire high school life in a school he wouldnāt have chosen if he had to choose. Besides that, just the normal high school things like making sure he gets good grades, and makes a lasting impression.
And now, this. Not to mention that it seems Lord Kiburi has taken some sort of interest in him. He seems to have plans for him, and his gift. Lord Kiburi and his father have long been friends, perhaps he has something in mind for the initiation his father told him about but Salaman hadnāt seen hide or hair since.
Or maybeā¦ it was something elseā¦?
Core Power: <Ancient Magic - Runecraft | Flame>
Salaman has inherited his familyās gift for Fire Magic, specifically in the use of Runes. Runes are an Ancient technique. A solidification of Magic Potential in the medium of Flame for the Alderan family. Spells crafted using Runes tend to last longer, and the Runes themselves have a tangible physical form. The art that the Alderan family specializes in is Runecraft, the weaving together of Runes in the likeness of objects and creatures from myth and legends. Salaman specializes in weaving creatures of myth together.
So far in his time learning the family magic, he has mastered the creation of three specific creatures. For each of his creatures, he must take the time to weave the runes together from scratch. There are several formulas he can apply to hasten the creation of these creatures, formulas for scribing several runes at once, but a spell of this level of complexity will take time no matter what.
Nickname/s: None that he would want to admit toā¦
School/Grade: Lord Kiburi's School for the Truly Exceptional, 1st year
Age: 15
Height: 5ā 6ā
Appearance: He has red hair and wears his school uniform most of the time, with the addition of an enchanted scarf which protects from fire. The school uniform might be hard to recognize because many students of Lord Kiburiās donāt bother wearing it, but he will assure you he is wearing it properly.
Personality: A little milquetoast. There are many wild and colorful personalities that line the halls of Lord Kiburiās Academy for the Truly Exceptional, but Salaman Erkinan Alderan is simply not one of them. He would admit to having an affinity for quieter spaces, and he would most certainly not admit to being afraid of the loud ones. One of the rules of Lord Kiburiās Academy after all is as stated; donāt be a wimp. He has to try very hard not to be caught in disregard of this rule.
Bio: Salaman Erkinan Alderan bears a heavy name, and an even heavier destiny. He inherits the name of heroes. His familyās legacy is that of myths and legends. He is their first-born son, he bears the responsibility of their ancient legacy. The Ancient Evil was pushed back to enclaves around the world during the War for the Heavens. But while the Ancient Evil remained in existence at all, it would have to be sealed so that it could not possibly harm any living thing. This seal took the form of Magic, as while the Ancient Evil had the power to destroy the Gods and their constructs, Magic which was created in collaboration between Humans and Gods could not be corroded by the Ancient Evil.
There would need to be guardians to oversee these seals. These Guardians would have to pass down their duty until the threat posed by the Ancient Evil was fully eradicated beyond the shadow of a doubt.
The line of Alderan is an unbroken line of one of these ancient protectors. They uphold this duty to the modern day. Until death, they protect the seal. Nowadays ādeathā usually happens to be of old age though. The threat of the Ancient Evil has long been one that exists only in history books. Truth be told, though they still revere their oath, and understand the potential catastrophe that could occur if they were ever to break it, theyāve becomeā¦ a little loose with the rules so to speak. Only in certain areas, of course.
They would never dream of being lax in their duties, but the rules for informing their descendants about their all-important task have been a littleā¦ stretched. For example, Salamanās father, the current heir of the Seal of Flame, the Alderanās charge, informed him properly of the whole circumstances of their God-sworn duty about three days before his fifteenth birthday.
āI was supposed to tell you about it on your fifteenth birthday, but this is close enough probably,ā Salamanās father had said over a fantastic dinner of Rigatoni alla Gricia, with garlic bread. His family was there as well, and a few cousins and uncles/aunts that had decided to come over for dinner that day. Salaman hadnāt had any knowledge of their sacred duty prior to this day. He would take a note later that the casual delivery of the line; āI donāt think the world is going to die if youāre not ready to take over or anything, but you should probably take the preparations seriously when it comes around,ā didnāt really seem to match the gravity of the situation.
That incident was about 3 months ago at this point and Salaman still doesnāt know how to feel about this new destiny of his. Thereās still quite some time before he has to take up the mantle. His father may be one of the first that will retire the role instead of protecting it until death, leaving Salaman to inherit it at a relatively young age, but that still wonāt be for another decade at least.
Heās had to worry about making friends for his entire high school life in a school he wouldnāt have chosen if he had to choose. Besides that, just the normal high school things like making sure he gets good grades, and makes a lasting impression.
And now, this. Not to mention that it seems Lord Kiburi has taken some sort of interest in him. He seems to have plans for him, and his gift. Lord Kiburi and his father have long been friends, perhaps he has something in mind for the initiation his father told him about but Salaman hadnāt seen hide or hair since.
Or maybeā¦ it was something elseā¦?
Core Power: <Ancient Magic - Runecraft | Flame>
Salaman has inherited his familyās gift for Fire Magic, specifically in the use of Runes. Runes are an Ancient technique. A solidification of Magic Potential in the medium of Flame for the Alderan family. Spells crafted using Runes tend to last longer, and the Runes themselves have a tangible physical form. The art that the Alderan family specializes in is Runecraft, the weaving together of Runes in the likeness of objects and creatures from myth and legends. Salaman specializes in weaving creatures of myth together.
So far in his time learning the family magic, he has mastered the creation of three specific creatures. For each of his creatures, he must take the time to weave the runes together from scratch. There are several formulas he can apply to hasten the creation of these creatures, formulas for scribing several runes at once, but a spell of this level of complexity will take time no matter what.
- Sub-power: <Burn them, World Devouring Serpent!>
This Runecrafted creature takes the form of a massive serpent of legend, said to have been long enough to wind around the world 6 times. Salamanās version has a limit for the length it can really be crafted until it would end up falling apart under the complexity of its own rune structure. A snake has a very simple structure that repeats itself, so the serpent is relatively easy for Salaman to make.
At his quickest, he could summon a small version of the snake in about one minute. It would only be long enough to wrap around one person. The snake will wrap around its target, and then it will unleash the flames contained within its runic construction, before cannibalizing them all and self-destructing in a fiery explosion. - Sub-power: <Trample them! Mountain Crushing Giant!>
This Runecrafted construct is based on an ancient automaton that was said to have defended a certain coastal kingdomās borders once upon a time. Salamanās best direct combat construct. It is capable of the same self-destruction abilities as the snake, but is far less agile so Salaman wonāt tend to use it for that. At its shortest, it stands at 7 feet tall because of the required construction to make it move and listen to orders. At its tallest, it can rival a two-storey building.
The more complex construction needs to allow tolerances for gravity and weight distribution. If he makes it much bigger, it would crush itself under its own weight. It can attack with its fists and body as a solid construct, but it can also unleash a stream of fire from its hands. It will not stop advancing until its body is fully destroyed, or Salaman unsummons it. - Sub-power: <Revitalize! Eternal Phoenix!>
This Runecrafted construct is based on ancient legends of a blazing bird, said to be immortal, that kindled flames down below as it flew through the sky. Unlike the others, Salaman is not as adept at creating this construct so he varies very little in its construction. He can only create the same pattern again and again, because of the complexity and esoteric conceptualization required.
He has a chance to fail the summoning of this creature. He can always try again, but his magic reserves are finite. As a trade-off, it is his strongest summon. It has the ability to create a blazing firestorm in his immediate surroundings. Salaman would not be immune to the effects without his signature scarf, and his friends would not be so lucky if they were caught in its radius.
This firestorm rekindles traces of Fire Magic still remaining in the area. If Salamanās constructs are not fully destroyed before their rune formations collapse, the Phoenix can resurrect them to a stable version of whatever stage they happened to be before their disappearance. It will also repair their rune structure if it has been damaged but they are still alive.
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