[CHAR] Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

[ERode]

_{Tes luna vi luna
Sol sollus a esta}

𝕬𝖑𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝕯𝖎𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍

_{Biologically 20 | Male | Huma}

Straightforward ♗ Bold ♗ Generous ♗ Honest ♗ Industrious
Lustful ♝ Greedy ♝ Volatile ♝ Blunt ♝ Hedonistic ♝ Vengeful ♝ Vulgar ♝ Proud ♝ Egotistic ♝ Reckless

Background
Some students in Kurtzpel University were passionate. Others were naturally proficient. But Albrecht Dietrich was simply prestigious. Ever since he was a child, he had all the educational benefits that came with wealth, from tutors to boarding schools to subscriptions to multiple online resources, and he had parents that would drive him towards it as well. A lawyer? A doctor? A pilot? No, those were far too lowbrow when he stood to inherit the grandeur of the Dietrichs’ multinational conglomeration, which had a grasp that ranged from pharmaceuticals to big data, and the sheer amount of resources he had available to him served to make him one of the highest scoring students in his class, all at a small, small cost of any independence or agency.

Really, when the bus smashed into the 18-wheeler and his head splattered against the window, Albrecht’s last thought was simply ‘Good riddance’.

And when he found himself remade to the preference of a capricious Goddess, he couldn’t help but celebrate.

Maybe now he’d actually have a shot at living for himself.

Extras

• Albrecht has spent his entire life pent up, and now he’s ready to explode.
• He skipped three grades, but is currently in the body of a grown man.
• Though he acts like a dumbass, Albrecht can still be remarkably insightful when he wants to be.

The Frenzied Saint

None are more beloved by the Goddess than the Frenzied Saint, the warrior-priest who stands alone as the bulwark between all that is righteous and all that is obscene. Clad in holy sacraments and bearing virtuous wrath, their soul-shearing supplications towards the Most Holy can change the world itself, filling the blackest skies with the Goddess’s light. For Her Purest, Her Dearest, the Goddess has bestowed a sin-effacing sword of stardust that reminds the lost that their faith and effort will be rewarded, no matter how many fell beasts pound against the sanctum of the Praying.

Notable Items
Wishcatcher – A sin-effacing sword of stardust that strengthens itself as a reflection of the Saint’s own faith, capable of emboldening those who stumble and nullifying the dark whispers of the monstrous. It resonates with a radiant force, illuminating even the darkest dungeons.

Kite Shield – A sturdy, steel shield. Nothing special, but it was free, at least.

STA ⚔⚔⚔
STR ⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔
DEX ⚔⚔⚔
INT ⚔⚔
FAI ⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

Physical Abilities:
Swordsmanship – Powerful blows mark the Saint’s fighting style, for Champions need not worry about vulnerabilities when they can smash through a foe’s defenses in a singular strike.

Shieldwork – A stalwart warrior needs only to trust in the Goddess’s protection when put to the iron test, but the shield that the Saint bears is to protect others and to push back the enemy.

Magical Abilities:
Miracle – As the conduit of the Goddess upon the land, her miracles of healing, protection, and empowerment flows through the Saint’s hands, granting respite and renewed vigor in the glorious crusade.

Penance – As the physical manifestation of the Goddess’s wrath, the Saint can call down holy lightning and clad their blessed blade in resplendent flame in order to judge the souls of those that have erred from the Goddess’s path.

Sacrament – As the ever loyal servant of the Goddess, the Saint can empower his Miracles and his Penance by offering up anything from livestock to lifespan. Their benefactions may mean nothing to the omnipotent Keeper of Light, but who was she to deny the pledges of the faithful?

[Epsir]

Face (Beast)
Face (True)

Irene Leotta

A tattered, dirt stained cloak covers the grim hero's body, obscuring their figure and darkening the stubbled, gaunt outline of their face. Jagged features wrought with rough olive skin stare out at the world. Shaggy hair creeps from underneath, dark and bestial as the gravelly voice that speaks from within. Straps of leather, buckles of iron and steel, and salvaged plates of mismatched mail cover the creature's body, not a single scrap of metal so new or unweathered as to shine. The belts and studs clatter as they move. The heavy, disheveled state of their attire never weighs on the graceful, springing gait of a predator. The stigmata of the goddess is stricken down their back, burning chevrons to mark the new contestant.

Age: Biologically 31
Gender: Female
Race: Bestia

Meticulous Controlled Altruistic Frugal Utilitarian
Obsessive Insouciant Stubborn Irreverent Skeptical

Irene was a passionate student of the arts, and had held interests in cinematography and film theory from an early age. She naturally gravitated towards challenge, and the most difficult questions of all, in her opinion, were the human questions. Emotions, beliefs, sensations, the facets of the persona captivated her, and nowhere did they mingle as freely as in the visual arts. Composition was a language all its own to study, with as many dialects as there were viewers. It was fortunate then, that she was pretty good at writing papers on it because she had a much harder time learning actual languages. Compared to the prodigious polyglots, theoretical physicists, and bioinformaticians she rubbed shoulders with at KU, Leotta's was something of a dim star, though a star nonetheless. Perhaps because of her relatively soft field of study she has always wondered whether or not she was added to 14-A strictly to round out the roster. Being a brilliant student all the same, she took the time to dip into some fields and was forced into others by Kurtzpel's course load. The sciences made storytelling believable when it needed to be. They also greatly contributed to pyrotechnics; she was an optimist.

Optimism served her very poorly on the day of her death. She had been looking forward to visiting the Glasgow Film Festival more than whatever stuffy academic function they had been on the way to. Her daydreaming over the idyllic (overcast) Scottish countryside had been cut short as men began to bark orders and brandish weapons. Irene had been near the front of the bus. Irene had stood up. Her token resistance had gotten a boxcutter pointed in her direction, but they had no time for a denouement. The bus rapidly slowed below 50 miles per hour. Stopped entirely, actually. No bomb under the bus went off, but that didn't make the landing any easier.

The Beast at The End

The beast folk are a meek folk, without the storied history of the other races, without the protection of their precious goddess. Their kinds are many, scattered, alike only as they all struggle to exist. The few legends shared by their kind identify this, hold up that tenacity as an identity all its own. A beast is not named so for the pattern of its stripes, nor for the length of its tail. A beast is named so because it will fight until the end, with tooth and nail and less if need be, until the last breath leaves its body. Every century brings the trials, the endless hordes of darkspawn who care little for the social classes of the Holy Continent. While the demons reave and pillage without discrimination the Huma, shepherds of the land, look on from the protection of their goddess, without care for the lesser races. No one variation can narrow down when, but in the cycles of that never ending conflict the legend of an avenger was born. A creature of no tribe in particular, usually alike to the one telling the story, who dared to stand and fight. This nameless hero is always the same in spirit, breaking steel and struggling valiantly, raging against the dying of the light until it is done. They are fated to die, it is sacrifice for others unlike them that makes their legend. They are brought to the world with the same empty hands they will inevitably face the end with, the weapons that will clutter their path means to an end, and a symbol for the transience of all things.

Stamina: 8
Strength: 11
Dexterity: 5
Intellect: 1
Faith: 0

Physical Abilities:

Weapon Proficiency

All weapons are equally worthless in the hands of this brute. Their determined strength is enough to force any blade home, and render horrific effects with striking weapons. For weapons which require finesse... Well, they're good for a few hits, right? Their dexterity is not so poor as to render them incompatible with such instruments, but their fighting style is too harsh for daintier weapons to survive. Blunt instruments tend to survive longer while being swung wildly, and so the beast has developed an affinity for them when they are at hand. Most of the time, however, a fight will be decided with their bare hands. Fighting without a weapon is no longer such an unsettling thing when you can grow claws.

Resilient Body

The beast is by no means as durable as a monster or demon, but when compared to their human self they stack up rather favorably. Wounds heal over days, instead of weeks. Trauma that should have been fatal or sent her spiraling into shock is suppressed by the flood of adrenaline and bloodlust that combat brings. In effect, physical damage is somewhat mitigated, and the consequences of injury are more forgiving in her new form.

Magical Abilities:

Shapeshifter

Less an ability and more a condition in her current state, Irene's shapeshifting has thus far been involuntary and permanent. Reconstituted by the Goddess and crammed into the class of a beast, she became unrecognizable from her human form. No longer a representative of Irene Leotta but a symbol of the Bestia people, the beast's natural shapeshifting has molded her in their image. Irene is physically indistinguishable from an adult Bestia male. Her magical capability is utterly minimal, rendering her incapable of controlling this ability beyond the default setting chosen by the Goddess.

Extras:
An enthusiastic movie nut with many guilty pleasures committed to memory.
Tends to see the world with a directorial eye. Calm, observant, sometimes forgets that other people know she's there.

[13org]

Dropped

[DocRock]

Artificer Saint

Saint of Knowledge

Original Self

Current Self

Name: Henry Drake
Age: 18(Origin), 22(Rebirth)
Gender: Male
Race: Human(Origin), Lizardmen(Rebirth)
Mental Pros: Careful, cautious, inquisitive, calm, reserved. In other words, as benefiting of his Saint legend, he's a studious person, and is always seeking new knowledge.
Mental Cons: Over-zealous, excitable, one track mind, irritable. While this may sound counter to what has been stated, due to his love and obsession with knowledge, he can become focused on one task at hand, to the point of shutting all else out, even proper manners. This can work well when he needs to work on something, but isn't good when say, the team needs him. When interrupted, he can get snappy.
Background: Some of the class were geniuses in math and science, gifted athletes, brilliant debaters. But every class has their oddities. Henry was one of them. He was a brilliant writer and history minded fellow, but often at the expense of other fields, especially like social skills. Whereas even his classmates could be a tad social, he was the type to often shut himself in his room, writing, when not in class. His dream? To build a grand library to rival those of the past. To become a legendary writer. And some had even called him the next Tolkien. But it happened in a flash. Death came, as it does for all, but for this group, early. He was asleep when it happened, clueless to what happened, as he had spent the night before writing extensively. He had been looking forward to exploring the sites around the land. But instead...he's falling face first into an alien world. Regardless of what he recalls of the past...hopefully this life will be good, right?
Extra: If he had been awake when it happened, he would have remarked about never finishing a book. What that meant, no one would have ever known for sure. He was, despite his image as a prolific writer and shutin, a gamer, and often spent time playing video games as able.

Hero Class: Artificer
Class Notes: A relatively "new" class in the sense that it represents the future. Artificers are known to constantly push to understand both ancient magical items and technologies, but also push towards the future, with new discoveries and research. They generally fit one of three backgrounds, Artisan, Archeologist, and Anthropologist. While all three work well together, the first is considered the most common, with the second acting as the "loneliest" type of Artificer, due to their tendency to be at the fringes of society for long periods of time, if not their entire life. Artificers are at best, support, while they can deal damage, their skills excel in research, development, and magical item study and construction. Artificers tend to have one or two sub-types, alchemists, who focus along alchemical means to discover secrets, while others may go along future ranged weapons(aka hand cannons). In this case, its more than likely the Saint of Knowledge is an alchemist. Artificers can create a variety of magical items, and thus are the go to for when a team wants to go out and about, without having to rely on shops run by others, or random loot. What they lack in physical might, they make up for in brains.
Legend: It is said that among the Lizardmen, there was once a great and wise scholar, who was the envy of all, for he was a collector of priceless tomes and magical artifacts. He strived to discover a way to extend his people's life spans, to give back to the people who he was of. The legend varies as to his origins. Some say he was a noble lizardman, who, like another world's figure, lost interest in his life of luxury, and seeked instead wisdom and knowledge. Others say he was a commoner, whose talents with magic had made him a court mage. But all agree on one thing, he was the one they turned to when they could not find an answer in their books. He was the one who conducted research into ancient ruins, seeking knowledge, sometimes forbidden, if it meant advancing his people, and by extension, the world. Some say he vanished on a trip to a faraway land, some say magic went wrong, and still others say he found the secret to immortality, and kept living on, alone, as most Artificers would.
Notable Items:
Alchemist's Pouch: A special item that can be used to create alchemical formulas. Mostly random stuff, like an item that slows people down, stun stones, healing drinks, and some minor offensive stuff, in the form of Alchemical fire and alchemical acid. It always seems to have the materials needed for the formulas, but will reclaim the materials if not used. If destroyed, it can be replaced, but generally takes about a week to replace. It is said that the Goddess gave him this item, as a sort of reward for his deeds.
Crossbow: Everyone needs a way to defend, and crossbows are convenient. Currently has thirty bolts.

Stamina: 5
Strength: 4
Dex: 5
Intelligence 10
Faith: 1

Physical Abilities:
Lizardmen Makeup: Basically tougher and stronger than the average human, or other non-armored person. Grants a bit of extra strength, and means they can take more of a beating. Makes wearing hats and putting clothes on tricky though.
Marksmanship: Just means being able to shoot straight. Crossbows are a lot easier than normal bows. So nothing too good.
Dancing: He can dance alright. Great for amusing people.
Historical Knowledge: Has a chance, of knowing just what the hell he walked into. Basically allows them to look at a structure, determine its age. Items older than a hundred years can have their value determined.
Smooth Writing: Seems unimportant, but he knows how to write well, and clearly.

Magical Abilities:
Detect Magic: Lets you know if there's anything magical around.
Magical Item Creation: Allows a person to make magic items, so long as they know how.
Magical/Non-Magic Item Analysis: Allows the person to figure out what the hell an item does.
Alarm: Ritual that when set up, sets off a magic alarm if tripped. Has a small range. So if someone comes in a different way, well, yeah.
Fireball: A simple fire spell that sends a fire ball forward. Nothing fancy
Lightning Bolt: Fires a bolt of electrical energy, arcs towards the target, or a lightning rod.

Additional Notes: Not all the items or spells or stuff that I guess could be included, but decided to not go overboard.

[nichinichisou]

^{original appearance}

---

𝓣𝓲𝓴𝓲

_{née Fae Jilan}

_Legend

Out of all the legends passed down through the ages, none are as elusive or feared as the traveler who people claim to be one with the forest itself. They say the traveler has an affinity with wind magic that is unheard of, which rivals most Elfa. Allegedly a righteous individual, different versions of the legend give the hero different allies and rivals. The one rival all legends have in common is the forces of Darkness. Their face is rarely ever shown. This hero would be blessed by the Goddess with a cloak that allows them to burst into leaves.

_Name

Fae Jilan _(original), Tiki _(current)

_Age

Biologically 19

_Gender

Female

_Race

Elfa

_{Determined | Autonomous | Confident | Cunning | Resourceful}

_{Rebellious| Obstinate | Spiteful | Hateful | Isolated | Secretive | Itinerant}

_Background

Fae was born to be the head of the Jilan Fashion Company, one of the most famous and glorious brands. Everyone of her class would have heard of this brand. The connections her and her family members had were invaluable, all due to her incredible stepfather. Her father was a benevolent man. He was adaptable, strong-willed, compassionate, courageous, generous, passionate, sympathetic, sensible, even witty! Everyone else knew him as one of the most cunning businessmen in the world. The Jilan family was nothing without him, and the workers would be even less! Any ordinary person would kill to be in the family. They were nothing short of perfect. If someone had the luck to be born under their family name, they would be set for life. They wouldn't have to work for anything! Even education would be handed to them on a silver platter if their stepfather paid enough!

...is how those on the outside would describe her family. To understand how the family is now, though, you also have to understand how they were before her father appeared.

Although the family wouldn't be as prestigious, rich, or powerful without her father, it'd be false to insinuate that they would be nothing. Before Fae's stepfather married into the family, there were only three members. Fae, her mother Maria, her grandfather Léon, and her sister Lydia. The company was not world renowned as it is today, but it was known. Trustworthy and reliable, with fair work conditions and decent business practices. That was what the company was known for. Somewhere along the line, things changed. Of course, the sudden shift in business practices or the new and shady business partners that the company began to have wasn't common public knowledge. But the company's workers were well aware of it. The company began to use strategies such as cheap labor, allowing dangerous working conditions, and doing whatever it takes to destroy the competition.

This shift started because of Fae's stepfather. When her grandfather's health started to deteriorate, he needed someone to inherit the company. Fortunately for him, her mother had just married a new man, one that already had a business of his own. Her husband had more knowledge of running a business than she did, meaning that it was fairly simple for the husband to convince Léon to allow him to inherit the company. Not only was there a shift in the company's practices, there was a shift in the family as well.

The moment her stepfather inherited the company, he had changed. Until then he was a kind and loving father. He did whatever he could to support his children. He provided the family with whatever they needed. Spending time with him was fun for Fae and her sister, oftentimes it was the favorite part of their days. But as soon as the company was his, he turned cold. Arrogant. Manipulative. He paid little to no mind to how his children actually felt, nor did he spend time with them. To make his children stop talking about him, he paid them. When money didn't work, it turned to threats of disownment. When even that didn't work, it would escalate to harming them. Anything to force them to like him. Anything to win.

Her mother also changed, but not in the same way. She became scared. Scared of what would happen if she tried to stop him. The company was more powerful than it ever was before. If she attempted to get rid of her husband, what would happen then? All of the safety her family had would come crashing down. And if her husband wasn't afraid to do anything to win, what would he do to her? His own wife? This stress began to build up. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something about him, she couldn't just sit and watch her children suffer because of his actions!

So she tried.

---

Fae was born to be the head of the Jilan Fashion Company, one of the most famous and glorious brands. Her childhood, however, wasn't as simple as being trained to inherit the company. This was due in part to the condition of her family. It started out with her mother and stepfather arguing at night, when they thought their daughter wouldn't hear. Then the two became increasingly distant. Dinners turned from a lively, carefree occasion to being tense and full of spite. Enjoyable times spent with her father became scarcer and scarcer. The time spent with her mother ceased to exist. Instead, it turned to finding empty alcohol bottles everywhere. The more Fae found, the more her mother disappeared. If Fae wanted to see her, she started having to go to the hospital rather than simply going to her mother's room. Soon, there were no more chances to visit her.

Anguish, confusion, and feelings of melancholy all turned to anger. Anger directed to her stepfather, for taking her mother away from her. Anger directed to the company, for taking the father figure she used to know and turning him into a villain. Anger directed at herself, for being too weak to stop him. As a result of this anger, she began to reject the thought of inheriting the company. Her habits of angrily talking back to her stepfather and wandering the manor were answered with guards watching her bedroom door, prohibiting her from getting out of her room unless it was for school or if her stepfather requested it. Unfortunately for her stepfather, she had no place in her heart for fear. No matter what he would do to her, she refused to comply with her. As a result, she lost quite a bit of monetary support from her father.

This made her work harder. This made her different from all of the prestigious, gifted students. Everything that she has, she's been forced to work for. Many of the opportunities that she found in school weren't just given to her because of her name, but because of her accomplishments that she's sacrificed so much blood, sweat, and tears for. What people saw as a natural gift in sciences and athletics were, to her, a result of her venting out her anger. Being an exceptionally high-scoring student in several fields, it was no surprise that Kurtzpel was the University she was accepted into. To many, she was simply chosen because of her name. She was determined to prove them wrong.

When she had died, her last thoughts were more of disappointment rather than sadness or regret. How would her stepfather be able to see her succeed if she was dead?

If anything, a name change was in order.

_Extras

Often wants to prove to others that she can do things by herself.
Has trouble working with a team.

---

_{Notable Items}

Forest's Cloak - A forest green hooded cloak. Allows the hero to temporarily disappear in everything else's eyes, at the cost of the hero's stamina. The hero must first flourish the cloak before its use is activated. When used, it leaves three green leaves at the spot of use. Duration of invisibility is based on both stamina and intellect.

Mask of the Wanderer - A black mask that covers the space around the eyes. The right side is made of snakeskin.

•••
Sta: 4
Str: 2
Dex: 9
Int: 9
Fai: 1
•••

_{Physical Abilities}

Reflexes - Tiki has the ability to sense things much better than most others. She can also react to changes in her surroundings incredibly quickly. This is what makes up for her less-than-legendary physical strength, and also is what buys time for her to plan her moves. A high degree of concentration is required to fully make use of this ability.

_{Magical Abilities}

Wind Blast - Allows her to create a gust of wind from her hands or feet. The amount of power the gust of wind has can be controlled. This ability can be used to augment the force of their punches of kicks, change her momentum, and accelerate her movement.

Sensitivity - Tiki is capable of sensing the subtle changes in the air currents, which also allows her to detect approaching threats and ambushes.

Wind Blades - An move that has Tiki make a focused, slicing, crescent-shaped air wave using her arms, legs, or items like sticks, knives, and staves. The cutting power is dependent on how focused the air wave is. A weapon such as a staff will result in more precise and focused air movement, meaning it would be able to cut through things like timber. Using something like the arms or legs will result in a wave that has more striking power rather than cutting power.

_Appearance

In her reborn state, Tiki is a thin, athletic woman with pale skin. Her attire consists of a cuffless, long-sleeve, black undershirt. Over top of the black shirt is a light green, décolletage short-sleeve tunic. She also wears a pair of thick black stockings and brown laced combat boots. Leather gauntlets cover not only the hands and forearms to act as arm guards, but they also cover the mark of the goddess on her right hand. Her outfit is topped off by the Forest's Cloak.

[OwO]

𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚢𝚞-𝚗𝚒

^{Female ♅ Biologically 17 ♅ Female ♅ Dwema}

^{Happy-go-lucky ♅ Friendly ♅ Humourous ♅ Brave ♅ Adaptable
Naive ♅ Attention Seeker ♅ Insecure ♅ Air-headed ♅ Careless ♅ Troublemaker}

_BACKGROUND

A programming savant, technology was always Jyu-ni's expertise. Born the daughter of two head electronic engineers for South Korea's largest chaebol, it was obvious her path in life lead to becoming one herself. Her upbringing was rather proper, if not lonely. Her parents were stuck at work all too often. They had little time to raise their child. As such, Jyu-ni was raised by dozens of caretakers. Each one only lasted a few months before finding a different child to take care of. It wasn't her fault, either. Jyu-ni was a decent child. It was just how it went with busy parents. They didn't look for anyone who would stick around.

In her loneliness, Jyu-ni went hard on studying. If she couldn't get a friend in her lonely household, couldn't she just make one? Rather than the warm embrace of her mother, she embraced cold servos. Rather than serious talks with her father, she talked like a child to anonymous people online and chat bots. In order for her to get the most appropriate upbringing, she was sent to South Korea's most prestigious schools. Extremely strict schools. Friendship was discouraged. It was all about studying and knowledge. Even though she studied her heart out and scored number one, she received no approval from faculty, peers, or even her parents. It was just as expected. Even if she created an important robot that saved lives at the age of 16, it was only as expected. If she created a neural network that could restore scans of priceless images, it was as expected. Nothing she did gave her any approval.

She hated it. No matter what she did, she was still lonely. Robots and anonymity couldn't do a thing to stifle it. When she was picked to join Kurtzpel University, she decided to complete her path in life. She wasn't meant to be a genius with technology. No, that was only as expected. Her path in life was to make some friends!

Turns out, her path in life was 'dead in a bus crash' and waking up in another world. Maybe she could finally make some friends there.

_EXTRAS

As much as Jyu-ni wants it, golems do not count as friends.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛

_LEGEND

Born of the golems, the Dwema forged masterworks that pushed the boundaries of what could be done. However, no Dwema could manage to forge the very life that created them. They said it couldn't be done, but the constructor rose to the challenge. Forging a facsimile of life, the constructor created a golem. It was nothing more than a puppet compared to their ancestors, but it was the breath of life required to forge an army to face the darkness.

_{NOTABLE ITEMS}

Armaments of the Creator — Formed of metal and magic, they take the form of two massive arms that float behind the wielder. They act as sword, shield, forge, and hammer in order to protect their master and create. They are freely controllable as if they were simply a second set of arms. By acting as a conduit for magic, they are able to bend and warp metal and inscribe life upon them.

^STA ₅
^STR ₃
^DEX ₃
^INT ₁₂
^FAI ₂

_{PHYSICAL ABILITIES}

Dwema Physique — Jyu-ni looks tougher than she looks. She can easily eat a few blows without crumbling into a mess, but she still feels it the next day.
Short — Cursed with the eternal height of 4', Jyu-ni is able to easily pick things up from the floor while being unable to reach the top shelf.

_{MAGICAL ABILITIES}

Magic Condensing — Jyu-ni is able to condense raw mana into semi-volatile crystals. This allows for the usage of large spells to be cast without leylines, the powering of golems and other automatons, and improvised explosive devices. In the case of powering golems, Jyu-ni is able to inscribe "directions" on it, forming a makeshift computer of raw mana in order to act as the golem's brain and heart.
Manaforge Metallurgy — Using raw mana, Jyu-ni is able to turn metal into liquid without heat. From there, she can shape it how she chooses. Infusing it with a small amount of her magic, she's able to give metal simple orders to follow. Metal already infused with magic, be it her own or an enchanted weapon, is immune to the manaforge.

[TheMushroomLord]

Former Appearance:

Phann Nailo

Sanguine | Caring | Intelligent | Persevering | Logical | Fun Loving
Compulsive | Socially Oblivious | Provoking | Impudent | Vexing | Hedonist

Biological Age: 15
Former Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Elfa

Background

Phann wasn’t born into the best of circumstances, her mother had died giving birth to her and her father had never forgiven her for that. There wasn’t ever a time that her father showed any kind of love towards Phann and when he got drunk, he used to do things to hurt her. She was 6 years old when her father finally went too far, lashing out at her in a drunken rage and permanently marking her face and body.

After that Phann was taken away from home and at the orphanage where she was kept her academic prowess was discovered. Over the next few years she would take to science and philosophy, particularly the latter developing an ethics model in her head and at some point, deciding to stop caring about other people’s judgment and start acting like a crazy person, reasoning that it caused no harm and anyone who would judge her for such behavior or the scars on her face was unworthy of her opinion.

Unfortunately for Phann, as smart as she was, no one wanted to adopt a child so horribly scared, especially not one that spent most of their time in public acting like a lunatic and eventually she ended up applying for a scholarship at Kurtzpel. After some debate as to whether it would be more damaging for the university to accept a crazy person or for Phann to publicize her entrance exam results and tell the public she was denied entry, Phann was begrudgingly accepted into the school. Needless to say, in a high-class university filled with stuck up rich kids Phann didn’t make many friends.

Phann had watched the hijackers go about their business wanting to do something but for whatever reason finding herself unable to do anything but stare, she saw as the truck sped towards them and in the moments before the eight-wheeler collided with the bus time seemed to slow for Phann as she flinched slightly, she wasn’t really that afraid of dying, she’d long since come to terms with death, in fact, living seemed like a scarier prospect if anything and as far as Phann knew no one would miss her, still she was worried it might hurt a little.

Extra:

Phann was not expecting anything beyond death, she finds the idea that even life isn't sacred rather amusing.

Legend: The Crimson Jester

The Crimson Jester, bringer of madness, killer of kings. One of the better-known legends, if the details are a little unclear. The Crimson Jester is said to be a potent hemomancy and schemer of epic proportions, that parades as a jester and often appears shortly after the emergence of great evil, particularly the emergence of tyrants or similar, from here they are said to go about orchestrating some elaborate scheme to bring their adversary down in some dramatic fashion.

Stealth and subterfuge are the Crimson Jesters weapons, known for spending years formulating complex multi-layered schemes ending in a dramatic and often humiliating loss for their quarry. More than a few times the has the Crimson Jester masqueraded as an ordinary fool, infiltrating corrupt kingdoms and collapsing them from the inside. While they love to put on a good show historically the Jester has shown no need to be in the spotlight, leading a number of scholars to speculated that the Jester has appeared many more times than are recorded and has simply gone unnoticed.

As for the Jesters true nature, there is a great divide in opinion. Some say that they’re a champion of the people, fighting for what he believes is right and bringing joy to those in need. Others would say they’re a scoundrel, devoid of honour and utterly insane. In actuality it’s a combination of both.

Notable Items

Crimson Jesters Garbs: The Crimson Jesters Garbs are a set of magical vestments, always appearing as a many-pocketed jesters costume colored in some combination of red and black or white. The garb itself has a number of magical properties, making it worthy of the Jester’s legend.
Firstly, it has many of the standard features of a legendary magical item, including being very hard to destroy or permanently damage.
And secondly, the outfit has transformative abilities that seemingly operate off a mind of its own. Other than completely changing how it appears almost daily it will often make minor alterations to its appearance, like changing a glove or inverting its pattern, when observers, particularly those unaware of this feature, look away. Seemingly the only purpose for this is to confuse and infuriate onlookers.

An Assortment of Props: The Jester is armed with a large assortment of props that one would expect to be found in a novelty store or held by a stage performer. While this seemingly limitless supply is all high quality and durable it lacks any magical capabilities.

Combat Info & Abilities

Stamina: 5 | Strength: 1 | Dexterity: 7 | Intelligence: 12 | Faith: 0

Physical Abilities

Dirty Fighter: Phann doesn’t see any innate good in honour and as such doesn’t practice it. In a fight Phann utilises deception and trickery, prioritising debilitating and crippling her enemies in a fight, all things she excels at.
Nimble: Small, flexible and nimble Phann uses all of these traits to their fullest extent, weaving in and out of enemies and allies alike in combat and constantly running around both in and out of a fight.
Performer: As the Crimson Jester Phann is gifted in just about every type of stage performance or party trick, particularly favouring magic tricks, acrobatics and theatrics.
Skulduggery: Phann is naturally skilled in stealth, subterfuge and deception.

Magical Abilities

Hammer Space: Phann has the ability to place objects non-living objects into a personal hammerspace by removing them from perspective. Due to the way this ability works she must move the object she is trying to store, and no one can be visually observing it at the point it is stored.
Heamomancer: Though Phann still requires access to a leyline to catalyze her magic once she’s going, she burns through lifeforce rather than drawing mana from leylines themselves. The advantage to this is that even in areas where leylines are weak she can use her power at full potency and spells that would take other casters time to gather energy for she can do so near instantaneously, with the drawback being the use of one's own lifeforce being a risky endeavor.
Novice Blood Mage: In spite of having the potential to become a potent spellcaster Phann has very little knowledge on spellcraft itself, with the exception of being an average illusionist and having the unique capability to manipulate her own blood through magic.

Combat Notes

• Phann fighting style focuses on melee-ranged spell casting.
• Phann prefers to take cheap wins than engage in a fair fight.
• Though she can hold her own for a while, Phann is poorly suited for engaging in a fair one on one fight usually opting to run away in such a scenario.

[RC3]

The Insatiable/Highest Quality Dwarf

---

Wallace Wales, also known as Wally

<sub>✦ Early Forties ✦ Male ✦ Dwema ✦

✧ Cheerful ✧ Friendly ✧ Pragmatic ✧ Cautious ✧ Diligent ✧ Cunning ✧ Levelheaded ✧

✦ Loud ✦ Deceitful ✦ Opportunistic ✦ Brash ✦ Greedy ✦</sub>

---

Background:

Wally was a simple individual and had only one dream, to be obnoxiously wealthy. He believed he had the skills to achieve this and the only thing left was the opportunity to make use of what he had. Wally had learned of Kurtzpel University and immediately realized that this was what he was waiting for. Unfortunately, his talents were said to have not been on par with the university's standard. Destiny, though, seemed to be on his side. Apparently, he had the right connections and knew the right people. He was given one last chance to prove himself, but little did he know, he wouldn't get the chance to do so. The bus crashing was the last thing on his mind, but it didn't matter anymore since he's dead. At least, that's what he thought.

Extras:

• Wally wasn't the tallest of guys, so turning into a Dwema wasn't all that displeasing to him. Currently, he's around five feet tall and weighs close to two hundred pounds. Yeah, he's quite the stocky guy.
• The mark of the goddess is located over his chest; exactly in the middle, between his nipples. You know, just like a classy tattoo and not like one of those tramp stamps.
• He enjoyed the occasional gathering get together a little too much.

---

Hero Class: The Insatiable
Legend:

Once upon a time, famine ravaged the lands of Twintania, sparing no one and leaving mounds of lifeless bodies in its wake and thousands starving. From the restless souls of deceased, came forth an entity of pure savagery and hunger said to have devoured anything and everything that crossed it's path. Deemed a threat that could not be ignored, an unlikely hero took on the responsibility and bested the the insatiable monster. A nomadic runesmith, wielding the most mystic of symbols and ancient artifacts, traded his life to seal the ravenous beast inside the very weapon he used to defeat it.

Notable Items:

• Whittling Knife

Stats:

Stamina: 6
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 4
Faith: 4

Physical Abilities:

• King of Karaoke: Wally has amazing vocal range; an angelic falsetto to a jaw dropping baritone, his vocal prowess knows no bounds.
• Whittling Wizard: What initially was a hobby, has turned into his best party trick. Even with a bar of soap and a plastic knife, Wally can make something truly artistic.

Magical Abilities:

• Consume - When eating, everything good about food is enhanced. Honey would taste sweeter and meat more savory. Likewise, everything off putting will be lessened; foul odors are nullified and anything spoiled becomes more tolerable. Also, on rare occasions, it grants the user the ability to assimilate what he has eaten into his body, be it a physical feature or another ability entirely.

[SubjectVision]

Tan-kun-san

Appearance

Uriel Bertolini

Biologically 21 || Phisically Female || Huma

Proud | Fearless | Perceptive | Determined | Optimistic

Overconfident | Rancorous | Narrowminded | Belicose | Selfish

Background: One would be forgiven for thinking that Kurtzpel University would only house the best of the best in there. That only greatest of them all would pass the exams, and that within its walls there would only be young men and women only interested in honoring the good name of the institution. After all, its reputation precedes it and only the most capable are welcome to this educational VIP club. However, even within the pinnacle of academic social hierarchy one can find that it has its own brand of delincuents lurking about, the kind of students that gave a reason of being to the behavioral rules and the disciplinary committees.

Enter Uriel Bertolini: the heir of a prestigious italian insurance company renowned for how reliable it is. Such a reputation was earned through hard work: subterfuge, bribes, blackmailing and the ocassional sabotage operation were the methods very few dared to report to the public as they'd soon be staring at either an airplane ticket to settle in a third world warzone due to a sudden need of personnel that part of the globe or other elaborate ways of offering a noose to hang oneself. Not only that, but there were urban legends that envoys of the company approached new businesses just opening up near their offices and casually commented on how flammable it all appeared to be before offering up a business card.

Uriel's position as the son of the founder gave him quite a bit of clout where he lived, and he got accostumed on getting what he wanted through the use of his name, threats and, when it wasn't enough, beating down those who wronged him alongside the thugs that served as his bodyguards. However that all changed when his father told him that he was going to enroll in the Kurtzpel University. Strings were pulled and favors were called in so that he had a squeaky clean past in the official records, and Uriel was thrusted into a place where he no longer had his usual power over his peers. Even if he was smart enough to pass the exams, Uriel found difficulties in keeping up with the demands of the academy as he was accostumed to teachers foregoing from giving him a bad grade out of fear of the consequences.

Nevertheless, even amidst these descendants of large fortunes and intellectual prodigies there were a few others similar to Uriel: young folk who came from other shady backgrounds and unscrupulous families. Even whilst adhering to the university's strict code of conduct, this group of students served as a method of communication and negotiation between the heads of the several families in whichever deals they took part in, something that was always done away from the eyes of the institution's authorities as to avoid legal repercutions. One of such encounters was gonna happen in Glasgow, however fate seemed to have other things in mind for Uriel and others. One of those things appeared to be reincarnating him into a woman.

Extras:

• Due to their circumstances, they tend to give a lot of thought to gender related trivialities, such as which bathroom should they use when given options.
• They cannot really distinguish tastes.

Combat Abilities

Legend: The Desert Wind

A child left to the elements of the merciless desert to die a quick and cruel death by parents that couldn't care for her, yet the Goddess willed it for her to live long enough to find an oasis and survive. Alone, she grew and learned how to surpass the gigantic hurdles of the neverending sands. She learned to survive with little to eat or drink, and to fight monsters with her bare hands without expending much energy. The struggles hardened the girl in such a way that a tribe of wandering Orca, stopping by her oasis to replenish their supplies for their long trek, mistook her for a avatar of the sands. In awe of her strength, she was welcomed as one of their own and taken to civilization, her martial prowess honed with technique. And, when she left them to reunite with her kind, the nomads swore that they had been left naked to face the sands. Now, she who became the desert was on seeing the ones that abandoned her, and to show them the rewards of the struggles she went through

Notable Items:

Crown of the Scorpion King: A headpiece made of gold that floats above Uriel's head. Whoever wears this will see good fortune when travelling the desert, and such a blessing is passed to those the wearer deems their companions. Desert dwelling Orca also recognize the origin of the crown, and will always greatly favor its wearer.

•••
Sta: 8
Str: 6
Dex: 7
Int: 4
Fai: 0
•••

Physical Abilities:

Blessing of the Sands: As per the legend, Uriel can survive on much less nourishment than a normal person. Their body is also much more resistant to very high or very low temperatures, poisons and disease.

Martial Arts: A particular style focused on defense, its aim is to outlast the opponent; dodging any strikes coming Uriel's way whilst mercilessly punishing any mistake. The movements are reminiscent of the movements of common desert critters, like snakes or scorpions.

Magical Abilities:

Scorching Sun, Frosting Moon: The Desert Wind has an innate magical capability that shifts in focus to the current present celestial body: During daytime, Uriel is able to channel fire through their limbs, whilst during night time they can channel frost.