[OOC] ~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

[CorpusMundum]

@Punished HomuraI believe it might be from the old Age of Reckoning game, but perhaps. I've never been quite sure where this one came from, but I see it all the time.

[TheWendil]

@Mimik, @Punished Homura, @CorpusMundum

You three will be the last bout of Players.

[CorpusMundum]

Name:Louis Kingsland
Title/Alias: Optional.
Age: 34
Gender: male
Height: 6'5
Weight: 200
Appearance:
Powers:

Astral Projection

Many magickal traditions and societies in the west refer to the Crimson Sky as the Astral Plane. The relationship between the human soul, spirits, and the Astral Plane is one magicians have been studying for millennia. Those who have gained great knowledge of the nature of the soul and this realm which intermingles with our own, may be able to project their conscious self into it. Slipping from flesh, but tethered to the body, the magician can create an echo of their physical form with which they can maneuver the Astral Realm. Here the cold physicality of the material world are but grey shadows to the magician, and the truth of his surroundings is apparent. Though in this realm of space without time the magician can travel across great distances and see many things, his body is left vulnerable in the meditative state and must be undisturbed. What's more, while the tether between body and soul is too great to be severed by violence within the astral realm, it does not mean the magician can't be left untouched by an assault.

Wards

Words have power in the sense that they give us context, they shape the world around us through meaning, and the meaning we put behind these words is a power in itself. Wards exemplify this better than any other form of magick, as the meaning of the runes, sigils, and diagrams used in them hold a power that goes beyond the physical world. A simple ward of holding for instance, would be nothing but pictures on the ground for a human, but to a spirit they're as real as a brick wall. The same is true for magickal or extrasensory assaults upon a ward, the meaning of the ward causing the vibrations of the energies of the astral plane to adjust and conform as it dictates.

Theurgy

The operation of the gods. Theurgy is the art by which a magician might summon a spirit from the Astral Plane, and then command it by use of its true name, the name of god, and other various ritual methods. Typical theurgy deals with the summoning of elementals, angels, benign gods and similar celestial entities. Goetia lies on the other spectrum of theurgy, dealing with demons and similar low spirits. A magician may also use this art to bind spirits to physical vessels, in a sense creating enchanted artifacts. Djinn lamps, seven-league boots, in truth what can be created is limited only to the magician's resources and the strength of the spirit bound.

Weapons: .38 special and a stiletto.

Equipment: Backpack, whiskey flask, incense, chalk, Ars Goetia, The Corpus Hermeticum, Initiation into Hermetics, The Practice of Magical Evocation, Key to the True Kabbalah, Book of Enoch, Tarot Deck, Meditations of Marcus Aurelius, Dictionnaire Infernal, and ritual attire.

Other: Anything else you can think of, like a theme song and whatnot.

Sample Post/Introduction:
A banging at the door woke Louis, and nearly caused him to jump from the seat he'd passed out in the night before. Groaning as the horrid sound came again and again, he rose on stiff legs to answer the door. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair unkempt, face in need of a shave, and breath smelling like fine Kentucky straight. Fumbling with the latch and the lock, the magician opened the door just a crack. A scowl stretched across his face when he saw the face behind it.

"What do you want, Gerard?" He groaned, head aching and stomach turning at the sight of the man.

Gerard simply smiled, a small spot of red amidst a canvas of alabaster. He brushed lint from his suit, a gaudy pin-striped thing with tails and all manner of extravagances. It fit the man rather well in that regard."Mon amie, I merely wished to speak with you and wish you well this fine morning. Is that so wrong of me?" The man's voice was soft and light, every word dripping with a sort of cruel playfulness. His bastardized Parisian accent didn't help the sort of bourgeois air he carried about himself. Despite sharing the building, Louis could never get used to the man's presence, the aura around him. Despite his finery it was... filthy, decayed. It was certainly never the whiskey that made his stomach churn.

"No I suppose not, but then again it isn't a thing like you. Now tell me, what do you want?" Blue met bright hazel as their eyes locked, that same arrogant and playful smile upon the other man's face. Finally closing his eyes and chuckling in defeat, Gerard's smile turned into a amused grin, yellow teeth, small like a doll's peaking through his luscious lips.

"Very well, you caught me. I was wondering if you would like to join me and my associates tonight, I've told them about you and they're rather impressed by your... dedication to your craft. We could have great use of you in-"

"No. I've seen you and your 'associates', Mr. Berger. The masks, the filthy golden vestments. All those girls, I see them go up with you and when they come back down they ain't right anymore. Hell, you probably ain't right. It comes off you like heat, radiating and fouling everything around you. If I've insulted you, I apologize, but if you'll excuse me I have to get ready for my next job."

"Louis, I would greatly advise that you reconsider my proposal. My associates are influential and powerful individuals, outside even this low realm. I know you to be a theurgist of great skill, and the rewards for you work can be great! What's more, think of what you can learn, what my masters can show you of the Astral Realm, and what lies beyond. He will come soon, descending from the dark places between worlds, he will-" Louis shut the door before Gerard could finish, the man's pale features now resting on a disinterested frown. Sighing, Louis went to the window of his office, peering out onto the street's early morning traffic. His sign swung lazily in the wind.

Louis Kingsland: Occultist and Paranormal Consultant

Just a floor above, another sign hung. The gold paint of its letters had faded and chipped, and Louis scowled while reading it.

Gerard Berger: Repairer of Reputations

[TheWendil]

@Kyuubey

I'll be generous. You will be the last Player to join us.

[Kyuubey]

@TheWindel
O_O
Thank you, didn't expect to be almost cut out T_T.

[Punished Homura]

@TheWindel@Kyuubey
I'm so sorry.
I didn't know my bump may cause suffering.
Perhaps this gift is a curse after all.

[TheWendil]

@Punished Homura

Well you do have "punished" in your name.

[Kyuubey]

@Punished Homura
The gift is never a curse, but a blessing~
Your bump allowed me to see this after all, if not then I would have missed it.

[Punished Homura]

Well you do have "punished" in your name.

@TheWindel

Yes

[Kyuubey]

My Character

Name:
Barnabas Fuhrmann

Title/Alias:
Oracle of the Stars.

Age:
23 years old

Gender:
Male

Height:
174 cm

Weight:
61 kg

Appearance

Powers:
Western Astrology: Magic created through the study of the celestial objects, such as the Sun, the Moon and the stars, the planets, constellations, among others.

He uses it to invoke the power and attribute of those objects, such as the light of the stars and the flame and light of the sun into terrifying attacks. He has a particular fondness of making those attacks into lasers.

Normally it is used as a tool of divination, which with the careful study of the movement of the stars, he is able to gain knowledge of far away events and the possible future. He is able to use a lesser version of it in combat, by connecting to the stars he would be granted an instinct-like ability to foresee one of the possible future.

Weapons:
Magic is his only weapon.

Equipment:
He has a backpack with which he carries most of his necessities like money and food and also his prized portable telescope with which he can observe the stars at any location he so desires.

Theme:
youtube.com/watch?v=ZNWUE4R2pRs

Sample Post/Introduction

In this world, what mattered the most was money. An all-powerful force that could destroy nations and individuals, yet it was something that all humans needed for their life. And so there he was, fighting with supernatural creatures just to receive some paltry paycheck. At least it was a decent sized paycheck, but was it worth fighting with Youkai that could easily rip humans apart like a hot knife in butter? He didn’t know, but that was what the stars told him would be the most suitable path for him, which is why he was now on his very first feral Youkai hunting mission on the Crimson Sky.

But still, fighting with those feral Youkai was not something that an ordinary human would be capable of. Luckily for him, he had magic to surpass humans, his star magic would be able to cut, burn and pierce the powerful defenses of theirs. But he still had the fragile body of a human, he wouldn’t be able to resist even a single strike from them.

“Dammit---” He said as one of the Youkai ranged attacks almost hit his right arm, possible tearing it apart had he acted any slower. But that also give him an opportunity to strike back, he started to use his magic, the light of the stars converged around him into globes of light which then transformed into lasers, cutting and piercing the youkai, which finally succumbed of his many wounds from the long battle.

“Phew, I was almost a goner… This Crimson Sky is far too dangerous for a first job.” He muttered under his breath, and it was true, there were many feral youkais there and that was the reason he was attracted to. Since the more of such youkai, the greater the paycheck would be, however that might be too much for a first job. Maybe he was too blinded for money after all.

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Emilia

Alias
Emi

Age
15

Gender
Apachi he- I mean the gender without stick

Height
150cm 5ft

Weight
"You shouldn't ask for a girl her weight you know, that'll make her upset"

Powers

Thread manipulation - User can create, shape and manipulate threads and string, long, thin and flexible form of material, shaping and combining them as needed, or moving them with telekinesis. The thread that is produced is highly durable but can easily be broken by Emi herself.

Life thread - Emilia can create a thread that is close to being unbreakable and can be sewn into clothes to make it like an armor of steel. Not only does it strengthen clothes it can also give them special abilities or a special weapon with this (The player which gets the thread from her can chose one buff qua weapons or abilities) The thread can still be cut and will disintegrate once done so. Every thread can only be applied to one piece of clothing and everytime she makes the life thread a year of her life span will go off.

Weapons
Thread, needles and scissors.

Equipment
Short life thread cape - A cape with the same durability as steel. The cape has the ability to cover the whole body of Emilia in a sphere like form despites the cape looking so small. The sphere is perfectly round and barely big enough for Emilia to fit in.

Hider

Sample Post/Introduction
The soft clicking of the sewing machine was rattling through the store. Sun just barely rose above the houses on the opposite side of the street illuminating the store in a bright orange hue. The 8 year old eyes of the small girl were sharpened and twinkling at the piece of artwork she was making right now. Long locks of hair were twirled down besides the girl appearing almost bigger then the girl herself held together by two black ties. She was one of the main attractions of the store. Always bright and completely focused on the work she got from the customer's looking like a cute little doll while doing so.

"Oh you are up already Emi"

"Yea! Look daddy, look what I made."

With a big playful smile she lifted her piece of work from her worktable and held it in the air to show her dad. She had made a dress for herself made from a few pieces of cloth left over from yesterday.

"That look very good honey, just try keeping yourself from getting up so early next time or you'll fall asleep during dinner hehe."

Her dad walked further towards the kitchen without another word making Emilia smile like a star for a moment before going back to her work. She was happy he liked it.

It appeared that Emilia had a pretty decent and ordinary life, she worked in her parents store when not going to school, enjoyed her work and most of all had a carefree life. That was till she and her mom got stuck in a robbery. It was nothing out of the ordinary, a regular robbery could happen every so often and it was all going well till the police came. They locked the robbers into the building, the robbers reacted by holding knifes to citizen their throats. Emilia couldn't help but try to do something at least. As 10 year old she had a big mouth.

"Stop bullying everyone you stupid heads! You aren't nice, all of you!"

The robber didn't take it and wanted to teach her a lesson by cutting off her twin tails. Emilia quickly put her Jacket in front of her in fear and deflected the knife just like that. The robber looked quite confused but tried again with this time his knife breaking clear off. The robbers thought it was quite strange but couldn't do anything about it. After a while they got away with some of the hostages and no more word about them after.

About a year later they took action. The robbers were part of a terrorist group and found out about the clothing she had made with her special thread. They got a good profile of her but it wasn't clear yet what was exactly going on with her powers.

A quick sack over the head and a car trip later she found herself in some kind of storage. Her parents were both tied and bagged too. She was panicking, looking absolutely devastated by the situation.

"W-what is happening... Let them go! Now!"

"You won't get away so quickly from me. TAKE THAT JACKET AWAY FROM HER!"

The cape was janked off her body and immediately stored in a heavily armored suitcase. Emilia horrifyingly looked at the sight of her jacket being taken away. Her precious work, gone just like that.

"N-no that is mine! Hey give that back!"

She was crying her eyes out, it was all so overwhelming. The leader of the group let out an enlightened gniffel.

"Now, make more."

"What? No! No way! Stop this!"

Emilia was trying to get herself out of the ropes but couldn't, a pile of clothes was thrown in front of her together with some sewing supplies.

"Show us how it is done or else"

At the place her parents were sitting at a gun could be heard being loaded. In terror she snapped her head to the sound and became almost completely white.

"N-no..."

Emilia trembled, tears rushing down her face. Her ties were cut but weapons were still pointed at her. She fell to her knees and reached out to her parents. A gun was pointed closer to her to get on with it. She looked at the supplies and back at her parents. With a sniffle she crawled closer to the clothes and got a needle. Emilia pulled a hair from her head and glanced at it. The hair became completely crimson red. She sniffled once more before sewing the hair into the clothing. The clothing glowed a bright hue for a moment as she reached for her heart. It hurted. The shirt was taken away from her and placed over a dummy. The next instant one of the terrorist fired at the dummy. No damage to the shirt at all.

"Impressive, seems like they were right... go on."

"W-what do you mean mo-"

"MORE!"

Emilia jumped from his sudden yell and picked up another shirt. She did the same thing for a few times and fell on her side dead tired. She was hyperventilating, her nails were digging into her chest from the pain in her heart. How many years did she lose.

"This is good, leave them here"

Emilia reached out to the bastard controlling all this but couldn't stand up any more. The usual thumping in her chest had stopped. She was reaching for air but it didn't help. Her parents quickly got over towards her as she blacked out with the last thing seeing her father trying his hardest to keep her alive.

4 years later, she soundly got out of the hospital after the accident and just lived the life like she used too. She decided to get stronger so people weren't gonna misuse her power any longer. The terrorist group occasionally got on the news for some fancy theft, to this day they used her clothing. She wanted revenge and she was gonna get it for sure.

[TheWendil]

@CorpusMundum

He looks good except for that last power. The GMs will have to discuss on whether it's a bit OP or not.

@Kyuubey

Your character is accepted; wait for KoL's approval.

@liferusher

Your character is accepted; wait for KoL's approval.

[CorpusMundum]

@TheWindelAlright, if I can help to explain anything or you need to discuss anything with me I'll be happy to do it!

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@CorpusMundum

He looks good except for that last power. The GMs will have to discuss on whether it's a bit OP or not.

@Kyuubey

Your character is accepted; wait for KoL's approval.

@liferusher

Your character is accepted; wait for KoL's approval.

@TheWindel

yaaaay, can she help the bar and kitchen again :3

[TheWendil]

yaaaay, can she help the bar and kitchen again :3

@liferusher

That's fine.

[TheWendil]

I would post again, but @KoL some people need to do so before me.

[MacDuffy]

I'll hold off on my next post until the GMs get their next posts in.

[Ebonsquire]

I'll hold off on my next post until the GMs get their next posts in.

@MacDuffy

yeah same. ive already posted enough.

[Letter Bee]

I'll hold off on my next post until the GMs get their next posts in.

@MacDuffy

<Snipped quote by MacDuffy>

yeah same. ive already posted enough.

@Ebonsquire

I've decided to wait as well.

[Lucius Cypher]

And that's it from me! Your move KoL.