[CHAR] DanMachi RP: Secrets of the Dungeon

[Ithradine]

𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: 𝒱𝑜𝓁𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉

𝒜𝑔𝑒: 17

𝑅𝒶𝒸𝑒: 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝒻-𝐸𝓁𝒻

𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒:

𝐻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎:

Voltaire grew up on the streets of Orario as an orphan, owning almost nothing except for his name. The few possessions he did have growing up were either donated by some charitable indiviual, which was very rare, or he stole from other kids. Needless to say, he sometimes found himself getting into fights which he didn't always win. Worse than the defeat was getting scolded by the Orphanage caretaker when he got home.

Once he was old enough, he would pick up odd jobs in order to make some money for himself. Every morning he would watch the adventurers gather in front of the tower before heading in, his eyes filled with amazement at their equipment and aura. The first purchase he ever made was a wooden training sword which he practiced with every day, pretending to slay ferocious monsters. One day he bumped into a drunk adventurer leaving a tavern and was berated and mocked. The adventurer confiscated his precious wooden sword after declaring that a street urchin like Valtaire would never make it pass floor 1.

Hot tears fell down his face as he tried to fight for it, only to be beaten down again and again. Despite his body aching from the hits, Voltaire now viewed his childhood dream in a different light. It was not enough to pretend. He needed to train so he could be strong enough to join a familia. Every day after that incident for four years he would train his body, going on long-distance runs through the city and performing exercises where he could. He eventually became obsessed with the training, pushing himself more and more each time. That was until at last on a bright, sunny day he passed out.

When he awoke, Voltaire was in a strange building he did not recognize. This was the residence of the Amaterasu familia, and the one who carried him there was none other than Solome. After giving Voltaire some water, He introduced the goddess to him along with the offer to join. Awed by the goddess's beauty coupled with the culmination of years worth of dreaming, he accepted the invitation. Life as an adventurer began right there for him.

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎:

Voltaire as his core is sarcastic, hard-working individual. He is willing to go through anything to become a better adventurer. Life as a poor orphan has made him obsessed with the more luxurious aspects of life. At the same time, he knows how to make the best of the bare minimum of supplies. While he tries to be a decent person, he is not afraid to get his hands dirty.

[TaroAndSelia]

𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: 𝒦𝑜𝓅𝒽

𝒜𝑔𝑒: 19

𝑅𝒶𝒸𝑒: 𝒜𝓂𝒶𝓏𝑜𝓃

𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒:

Hider

𝐻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎:

I guess it starts with birth and hometown, right? Not Orario. No, I’m from a small tribe that still wanders through the year, wintering here and summering there. We deal with the above-ground monsters from time to time, so everyone has some knowledge of a weapon. I quite like the spear; I can use it as a staff. And Mother taught me what dancing is from very small.

I, uh, stuck out. Often. I move with the Song, and they didn’t understand that. I love my family (and the entire tribe is my family, understand), but I left as soon as I was old enough by Mother’s standard. And that meant nineteen, the age of a woman. And I came all the way to Orario, the city of adventurers I had long heard legends about. Including all the recent exploits of Captain Titus, head of Agni Familia. I still want to meet him so bad! All the tales of him slaying dragons, and charming sirens with his voice, and rescuing a band of Level 2 adventurers from sure doom after losing his breastplate in a one-on-one duel with a Floor Boss...

Ahem. Agni Familia isn’t the only familia I’d heard of. Indra Familia is the largest familia in the city, so of course I knew of them. They’re tied so closely to the Guild that the two are at times indistinguishable. But Agni Familia is arguably the most famous. They are the adventurers who opened the fortieth floor, and now have mapped all the way to the fifty-second. Any who come to the city hoping to become adventurers know the name of Agni--but few are accepted into their ranks.

I knew I didn’t have the potential to join Agni. A young Amazon from a small tribe, odd even by their standards, who had been taught only the basics of wielding a spear--I didn’t dare ask. I thought about Indra, but… How do I say it? Something was drawing me another way. Indra was discordant; when I approached a member, he was surrounded by such a cacophony I could never hear a reply. Amaterasu, though, was melodious. The moment she approached me, Solome at her side, and asked if I would be a part of her familia was a moment of perfect harmony. I could feel tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as I accepted her offer and a warm embrace.

It must have been, oh, the next morning before I learned just how small Amaterasu Familia was. And it was about a week before I understood what it meant to live in a small familia like ours. Amaterasu-sama had little to give us, though she offered everything she had. Sending me into the Dungeon was a matter of necessity; it was my work to earn our living.

Well, not that it isn’t enjoyable. The music is so beautiful inside the Dungeon. The caves of the Upper Floors resonate with the Song. Even the monsters that appear harmonize, singing counter-melody to my spear as we dance to the rhythm of the caverns.

I was relieved to finally have a friend to help me, though. Solome came home carrying Voltaire on one of those rare days I wasn’t inside the Dungeon. He was totally unconscious, oblivious to the world. The Song was doing something strange around him, too. I don’t know what to call it; it was like the music came into him, then out of him, then back into him; while he was asleep it was nice--echoey, and lots of energy--but as soon as he woke up it went kinda screechy. Amaterasu-sama helped the music settle again, but, uh… I spent the rest of my day in the Dungeon while he was receiving his blessing. The dance helps me calm down.