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Name: Eren "Son of the Demon" Strauss
Age: 21
Magic:
Take Over: Mythical Soul
A very rare Take Over, it allows him to transform into mythical creatures that were long forgotten or were thought to be made up in legends. The castor is capable of transforming into a wide variety of different souls. Each version has 3 different forms: Mythic Arm, Half Mythic and Mythical Soul. A side note: When Eren goes into Mythical Soul mode, drawing out the full power of each form, it is possible that he could lose control. In short, it is possible for a Mythical Soul: Werewolf to take over his body, causing him to become a rampaging beast.
Werewolf
Mythic Arm: Werewolf
Half Mythic: Werewolf
Mythical Soul: Werewolf
Tengu
Half Mythic: Tengu
He sprouts out black wings from his back which go through his clothes. A beak also covers his face and his hair grows to about his waist, becoming a pitch black color. He can quickly fly and also use basic wind magic. The black feathers are durable, but light. They can be used for offensive or defensive reasons. His clothes also change becoming a more formal kimono, instead of his casual fighting clothes. In this form, his fighting abilities is limited and he is weak to lightning based magic
Dragon
Mythic Arm: Dragon
A powerful form which he rarely shows
Mythical Soul: Ghoul
An absolute last resort. The chances of him losing control in this form are very high. Even if he manages to keep his sanity, there's a still a high chance of losing it while he is in the form.
Mythical Soul: Kamaitachi
Magic Level: A
History:
As a young infant, Eren and his step-brother were taken away by their adoptive grandfather. Their grandfather was a very cruel, but very powerful mage. Although the era of mages was dying, he wanted his legacy to continue on through his two children. Their grandfather put them through rigorous training, leaving them on the top of a mountain peak for 2 years. While there, Eren and his brother had to defeat the many types of monsters that lived within the mountains. After surviving the training at the young age of 9, his father decided to finally train the two of them personally. The two of them were put into many scenarios where they nearly died, but they managed to survive each time. At the age of 15, the three of them traveled to a place far from Fiore, a hidden place that only their grandfather knew of. It was a massive, bottomless pit. It held countless number of mysteries. Eren asked a question "Grandfather, what is in there?" His grandfather merely grinned, patting on on the chest and leaving a scroll there. He answered "Well my son, why don't you find out" From behind, Eren's brother stabbed him and pushed him into the pit. The two left him for dead, laughing and leaving Eren, never to be seen by him again. 5 years later, Eren rose from the bottomless pit, a different man. From there, Eren has traveled back to his homeland and joined a particular guild over the days, which has begun to warm up his heart.
Personality:
Eren is hard headed, and impulsive, having a strong sense of determination and justice. Even though he was put through various cruel scenarios, he still knew what was right from wrong. Eren holds a deep hatred for both his grandfather and his brother. Eren's ultimate goal is to confront the old man that put him through hell his whole life and return the favor towards him. However, his hatred for his brother runs deeper than that. Where Eren has a strong sense of justice, his brother has a strong sense of madness. Their personalities contrasted, often conflicting with each other and fighting to the death every time they had a dispute. He plans onto making them pay for the cruel deeds they have both done.
Team Members: None as of yet
Three Strengths:
1. Animal-like senses (i.e. enhanced hearing, smelling and sight)
2 Above average physical attributes
3. Amazing cook
Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)
1. Has trust issues (so often goes into battles by himself)
2. Weakness to sound-based magic/attacks(in regular and most Take Over forms)
3. Each Take Over form has the weakness of its legend (for example: Werewolf has a weakness to silver)
Greatest Love: The sky and everything relating to it
Motivation: To kill a certain someone
Appearance:
Additional Details:
- His body is surrounded in scars, which he usually covers up with clothing
- His kinder side has begun to resurface.
- His stamp is on his upper left back
Age: 21
Magic:
Take Over: Mythical Soul
A very rare Take Over, it allows him to transform into mythical creatures that were long forgotten or were thought to be made up in legends. The castor is capable of transforming into a wide variety of different souls. Each version has 3 different forms: Mythic Arm, Half Mythic and Mythical Soul. A side note: When Eren goes into Mythical Soul mode, drawing out the full power of each form, it is possible that he could lose control. In short, it is possible for a Mythical Soul: Werewolf to take over his body, causing him to become a rampaging beast.
Werewolf
Mythic Arm: Werewolf
Half Mythic: Werewolf
Mythical Soul: Werewolf
Tengu
Half Mythic: Tengu
He sprouts out black wings from his back which go through his clothes. A beak also covers his face and his hair grows to about his waist, becoming a pitch black color. He can quickly fly and also use basic wind magic. The black feathers are durable, but light. They can be used for offensive or defensive reasons. His clothes also change becoming a more formal kimono, instead of his casual fighting clothes. In this form, his fighting abilities is limited and he is weak to lightning based magic
Dragon
Mythic Arm: Dragon
A powerful form which he rarely shows
Mythical Soul: Ghoul
An absolute last resort. The chances of him losing control in this form are very high. Even if he manages to keep his sanity, there's a still a high chance of losing it while he is in the form.
Mythical Soul: Kamaitachi
Magic Level: A
History:
As a young infant, Eren and his step-brother were taken away by their adoptive grandfather. Their grandfather was a very cruel, but very powerful mage. Although the era of mages was dying, he wanted his legacy to continue on through his two children. Their grandfather put them through rigorous training, leaving them on the top of a mountain peak for 2 years. While there, Eren and his brother had to defeat the many types of monsters that lived within the mountains. After surviving the training at the young age of 9, his father decided to finally train the two of them personally. The two of them were put into many scenarios where they nearly died, but they managed to survive each time. At the age of 15, the three of them traveled to a place far from Fiore, a hidden place that only their grandfather knew of. It was a massive, bottomless pit. It held countless number of mysteries. Eren asked a question "Grandfather, what is in there?" His grandfather merely grinned, patting on on the chest and leaving a scroll there. He answered "Well my son, why don't you find out" From behind, Eren's brother stabbed him and pushed him into the pit. The two left him for dead, laughing and leaving Eren, never to be seen by him again. 5 years later, Eren rose from the bottomless pit, a different man. From there, Eren has traveled back to his homeland and joined a particular guild over the days, which has begun to warm up his heart.
Personality:
Eren is hard headed, and impulsive, having a strong sense of determination and justice. Even though he was put through various cruel scenarios, he still knew what was right from wrong. Eren holds a deep hatred for both his grandfather and his brother. Eren's ultimate goal is to confront the old man that put him through hell his whole life and return the favor towards him. However, his hatred for his brother runs deeper than that. Where Eren has a strong sense of justice, his brother has a strong sense of madness. Their personalities contrasted, often conflicting with each other and fighting to the death every time they had a dispute. He plans onto making them pay for the cruel deeds they have both done.
Team Members: None as of yet
Three Strengths:
1. Animal-like senses (i.e. enhanced hearing, smelling and sight)
2 Above average physical attributes
3. Amazing cook
Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)
1. Has trust issues (so often goes into battles by himself)
2. Weakness to sound-based magic/attacks(in regular and most Take Over forms)
3. Each Take Over form has the weakness of its legend (for example: Werewolf has a weakness to silver)
Greatest Love: The sky and everything relating to it
Motivation: To kill a certain someone
Appearance:
Additional Details:
- His body is surrounded in scars, which he usually covers up with clothing
- His kinder side has begun to resurface.
- His stamp is on his upper left back
Question! Is it required to create new members of Phoenix Wing, or is it possible to have one that's been around for a while? OR did I completely misinterpret something and Phoenix Wing is a new guild?
Figured I should ask these things xD
Figured I should ask these things xD
Hope you're still happy to take new people! I'm not really familiar with Fairy Tail, but I had a look around the wiki for a bit so I hope this checks out. apologies for the TLDR history.
Name: John Magebane
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Magic: Space Compression, or the creation and manipulation of “false” pockets of space. Example uses include making a room bigger on the inside, hiding things by effectively removing them from the world, or sucking in magical and physical projectiles mid-flight then releasing them so they may be re-directed. Living things contained in false space will usually find it easy to break out of with violent movement or spell casting from the inside, as it is usually relatively unstable; however it is very difficult to break into from the outside.
Magic Level: B
Personality: John’s past and struggle with substance addiction have left him with relatively low self esteem and some insecurites. He is also rather cautious, defensive and not particularly trusting of others, especially other mages, though externally he tries to be friendly and engaging, even if he might not appear particularly enthusiastic about it. Despite this he genuinely tries to do the best he can for other people, though his relative isolation means his sense of empathy isn’t stellar. John is also not the most determined of people and can easily wavered by doubt, though he will never give up on anything he is sure about in his heart.
Team Members: n/a
Three Strengths:
1. Inquisitive and attentive to his surroundings.
2. trained in hunting/ambushing mages without magic.
3. good at problem solving.
Three Weaknesses:
1. latent substance addiction.
2. poor offensive spell repertoire.
3. Not very strong willed. He’s quite easy to deceive.
Greatest Love: Exploration. Both of the physical world and in knowledge.
Motivation: Finally being free to experience the world. Also to carry on Zepet’s work and re-discover the magical knowledge that died with him.
Appearance: John stands at about 6’ and is of an athletic and wiry build. His medium length, slightly untamed hair and imposing eyebrows are jet black, and his facial features tend to have a slightly tired and malnourished appearance, with slightly hollow cheeks, dark bags under his green eyes, and usually the slight stubble of an unshaven beard. John usually dresses for the wilderness, regardless of where he is, and so favors close fitting garments of browns and greens.
Additional Details: Since his escape John has found it harder than expected to stop taking Magebane. Although he has gradually weaned himself off the stuff and it no longer continuously hinders his magic, he still keeps it around and has the occasional relapse, especially when stressed.
Name: John Magebane
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Magic: Space Compression, or the creation and manipulation of “false” pockets of space. Example uses include making a room bigger on the inside, hiding things by effectively removing them from the world, or sucking in magical and physical projectiles mid-flight then releasing them so they may be re-directed. Living things contained in false space will usually find it easy to break out of with violent movement or spell casting from the inside, as it is usually relatively unstable; however it is very difficult to break into from the outside.
Magic Level: B
John grew up in relative isolation, living in a large house in the wilderness with his parents, who were frequently away, as they were both Anti-Mage bounty hunters, albeit of modest success, a family tradition that dated back on his father’s side. The Magebanes hated magic and all who stood for it, taking it upon themselves to track down criminal magic users who vexed the authorities, (but who were not enough of a priority to be immediately dealt with) and capture them through traps or ambush.
John was all set to become the next Mage hunter in his bloodline, and was in fact eager to follow in his parents’ footsteps, who trained him from an early age, however when odd things started to happen around him, he slowly began to realize that he himself could use magic, a thought which terrified him, and for the better part of a year he lived in fear of his parents finding out, until an accident that happened shortly after his ninth birthday.
Since his parents were often away, John loved to explore, and although the wilderness that surrounded the house was mostly forest, he had long since discovered a nearby old ruin of a fort, half sunken into the earth. It was his favourite spot, and he often went amongst the ancient structure to play or if he needed to think. It was only a matter of time then, before one day when he lost his balance and fell into the swamp the ruin was partially submerged in.
He probably would have drowned that day, had he not been saved by the appearance of an old man. He had close cropped white hair and beard, and his wrinkled face stared down at John kindly, but as he lay gasping for breath, John felt scared, because the man had saved him using magic; Something he’d only ever been taught disdain and fear for, but knowing this was the only mage he had ever met, and possibly his only chance for answers, he confessed the terrible secret he was so afraid his parents would discover, hoping to hear of a way out.
His savior pitied him and explained he would need to learn to control his powers to avoid discovery. He revealed that he was a hermit who lived in the woods, and when John asked why he wasn’t afraid to live so close to a pair of Mage Hunters, he smiled and led him to a clearing that John thought he knew well, only now there was an old large thatched hut sitting in the middle of it. The Hermit explained that he was able to hide his home using a magic known as space compression, a dying discipline it was his life’s goal to pass on. He’d been aware of John’s wanderings in the woods but had hidden, only revealing himself because of his cries for help. It was at this point that John begged the stranger to help him hide his magic, who agreed only on condition that John would actually study his art, and that he would one day pass it on to someone else.
John was afraid of magic and reluctant, but it was a price he was willing to pay to hide the truth from his parents, and so over the next few weeks, he returned to the clearing. He didn’t always find the hut present when he went, but the old man was never away for long. He was a stern but patient teacher, but most of all as the familiarity between them grew, he seemed to want to teach John that magic and mages in general weren’t bad. John expected him to try and brainwash him, but his suprisingly balanced view threw him off guard.
In this way, John gradually became more open minded and moved away from his parents’ old fashioned way of thinking, as well as gradually becoming the Hermit’s apprentice without really paying attention to it, until he found himself going to the clearing whenever he could, taking advantage of his parents’ every absence. The mentoring completed his sense of identity, and filled the long hours of solitude. Although he didn’t know the Hermit’s name, and he never asked, the man began to become a second father for John.
This happy way of life, balancing Mage Hunter and Mage Training, carried on until his mid teens, and ceased the inevitable day the Hunters discovered him practicing. Their horror, disgust and above all their shame overwhelmed and rejected all of his explanations. After much shouting and threatening, they gave him an ultimatum: leave, be disowned and never return, or take a drug to suppress his magic and never practice it so long as he lived. Ashamed of what he was and scared of the wider world, he elected to stay. From that day on, he was treated with cold hostility. He miserably carried on with the façade of his Mage Hunter training, but from that day on, he wasn’t really their son; he was their dishonor, their disgrace. The drug he took regularly. He had no idea what it was called, as they never spoke about it, but they always made sure he took it, even though most of the time John found he couldn’t go without it. Privately he called it Magebane, after his family, since like them it was a part of him even if he hated it, and it was killing the magic inside of him. A few times he attempted to return to the clearing, but the hut was never there.
The next few years he spent in a pit of misery and self-pity, which he only snapped out of when he heard the Hunters arriving with their latest prisoner, only for him to see that it was his old mentor they were dragging across the hearth, bleeding, bound and gagged. How he’d been captured John didn’t know, but the Hermit gave no sign of recognition, and the Hunters made no comment, so he could only assume that they had no idea they held John’s corruptor. His own slavery he could endure, but he couldn’t tolerate seeing the man who had risked so much to teach and help him, suffer whilst he stood idle. That night, they escaped, but whether the Hunters suspected John would help liberate their captive or just expected an escape attempt anyway, they were pursued. They fled to the ancient stone fort where the two of them first met, hoping to find shelter, but their trackers were hard on their heels. When they burst into the room the pair were resting in, and saw their son, they hesitated briefly before opening fire. It wasn’t much, but it was enough time for the Hermit to cast a spell.
The space around them seemed to distort and when it had returned to normal, they seemed to lying in a glade somewhere far away that John didn’t recognize, next to an old thatched hut that he definitely did. His own wounds were superficial, but he couldn’t ignore the great crossbow bolt sticking out of the old man’s rapidly rising and falling chest. He took John’s hand in his own, and told him that his name was Zepet. He warned that when he died, John would need to find a guild to take him in. He apologized for his role in tearing John’s family apart, saying that this had not been his intention, and that all he had wanted was to teach him the truth about magic, and pass on his knowledge. The reason John had been unable to find him was because he had moved away in order to prevent causing further harm, but since he didn’t belong to any guild recognized by the government, he’d been wanted by the law for some time. As a final request, he asked that John carry on his legacy, but most of all that he follow his heart and find his own purpose. Then Zepet the Hermit died, leaving John alone in the world.
John was all set to become the next Mage hunter in his bloodline, and was in fact eager to follow in his parents’ footsteps, who trained him from an early age, however when odd things started to happen around him, he slowly began to realize that he himself could use magic, a thought which terrified him, and for the better part of a year he lived in fear of his parents finding out, until an accident that happened shortly after his ninth birthday.
Since his parents were often away, John loved to explore, and although the wilderness that surrounded the house was mostly forest, he had long since discovered a nearby old ruin of a fort, half sunken into the earth. It was his favourite spot, and he often went amongst the ancient structure to play or if he needed to think. It was only a matter of time then, before one day when he lost his balance and fell into the swamp the ruin was partially submerged in.
He probably would have drowned that day, had he not been saved by the appearance of an old man. He had close cropped white hair and beard, and his wrinkled face stared down at John kindly, but as he lay gasping for breath, John felt scared, because the man had saved him using magic; Something he’d only ever been taught disdain and fear for, but knowing this was the only mage he had ever met, and possibly his only chance for answers, he confessed the terrible secret he was so afraid his parents would discover, hoping to hear of a way out.
His savior pitied him and explained he would need to learn to control his powers to avoid discovery. He revealed that he was a hermit who lived in the woods, and when John asked why he wasn’t afraid to live so close to a pair of Mage Hunters, he smiled and led him to a clearing that John thought he knew well, only now there was an old large thatched hut sitting in the middle of it. The Hermit explained that he was able to hide his home using a magic known as space compression, a dying discipline it was his life’s goal to pass on. He’d been aware of John’s wanderings in the woods but had hidden, only revealing himself because of his cries for help. It was at this point that John begged the stranger to help him hide his magic, who agreed only on condition that John would actually study his art, and that he would one day pass it on to someone else.
John was afraid of magic and reluctant, but it was a price he was willing to pay to hide the truth from his parents, and so over the next few weeks, he returned to the clearing. He didn’t always find the hut present when he went, but the old man was never away for long. He was a stern but patient teacher, but most of all as the familiarity between them grew, he seemed to want to teach John that magic and mages in general weren’t bad. John expected him to try and brainwash him, but his suprisingly balanced view threw him off guard.
In this way, John gradually became more open minded and moved away from his parents’ old fashioned way of thinking, as well as gradually becoming the Hermit’s apprentice without really paying attention to it, until he found himself going to the clearing whenever he could, taking advantage of his parents’ every absence. The mentoring completed his sense of identity, and filled the long hours of solitude. Although he didn’t know the Hermit’s name, and he never asked, the man began to become a second father for John.
This happy way of life, balancing Mage Hunter and Mage Training, carried on until his mid teens, and ceased the inevitable day the Hunters discovered him practicing. Their horror, disgust and above all their shame overwhelmed and rejected all of his explanations. After much shouting and threatening, they gave him an ultimatum: leave, be disowned and never return, or take a drug to suppress his magic and never practice it so long as he lived. Ashamed of what he was and scared of the wider world, he elected to stay. From that day on, he was treated with cold hostility. He miserably carried on with the façade of his Mage Hunter training, but from that day on, he wasn’t really their son; he was their dishonor, their disgrace. The drug he took regularly. He had no idea what it was called, as they never spoke about it, but they always made sure he took it, even though most of the time John found he couldn’t go without it. Privately he called it Magebane, after his family, since like them it was a part of him even if he hated it, and it was killing the magic inside of him. A few times he attempted to return to the clearing, but the hut was never there.
The next few years he spent in a pit of misery and self-pity, which he only snapped out of when he heard the Hunters arriving with their latest prisoner, only for him to see that it was his old mentor they were dragging across the hearth, bleeding, bound and gagged. How he’d been captured John didn’t know, but the Hermit gave no sign of recognition, and the Hunters made no comment, so he could only assume that they had no idea they held John’s corruptor. His own slavery he could endure, but he couldn’t tolerate seeing the man who had risked so much to teach and help him, suffer whilst he stood idle. That night, they escaped, but whether the Hunters suspected John would help liberate their captive or just expected an escape attempt anyway, they were pursued. They fled to the ancient stone fort where the two of them first met, hoping to find shelter, but their trackers were hard on their heels. When they burst into the room the pair were resting in, and saw their son, they hesitated briefly before opening fire. It wasn’t much, but it was enough time for the Hermit to cast a spell.
The space around them seemed to distort and when it had returned to normal, they seemed to lying in a glade somewhere far away that John didn’t recognize, next to an old thatched hut that he definitely did. His own wounds were superficial, but he couldn’t ignore the great crossbow bolt sticking out of the old man’s rapidly rising and falling chest. He took John’s hand in his own, and told him that his name was Zepet. He warned that when he died, John would need to find a guild to take him in. He apologized for his role in tearing John’s family apart, saying that this had not been his intention, and that all he had wanted was to teach him the truth about magic, and pass on his knowledge. The reason John had been unable to find him was because he had moved away in order to prevent causing further harm, but since he didn’t belong to any guild recognized by the government, he’d been wanted by the law for some time. As a final request, he asked that John carry on his legacy, but most of all that he follow his heart and find his own purpose. Then Zepet the Hermit died, leaving John alone in the world.
Personality: John’s past and struggle with substance addiction have left him with relatively low self esteem and some insecurites. He is also rather cautious, defensive and not particularly trusting of others, especially other mages, though externally he tries to be friendly and engaging, even if he might not appear particularly enthusiastic about it. Despite this he genuinely tries to do the best he can for other people, though his relative isolation means his sense of empathy isn’t stellar. John is also not the most determined of people and can easily wavered by doubt, though he will never give up on anything he is sure about in his heart.
Team Members: n/a
Three Strengths:
1. Inquisitive and attentive to his surroundings.
2. trained in hunting/ambushing mages without magic.
3. good at problem solving.
Three Weaknesses:
1. latent substance addiction.
2. poor offensive spell repertoire.
3. Not very strong willed. He’s quite easy to deceive.
Greatest Love: Exploration. Both of the physical world and in knowledge.
Motivation: Finally being free to experience the world. Also to carry on Zepet’s work and re-discover the magical knowledge that died with him.
Appearance: John stands at about 6’ and is of an athletic and wiry build. His medium length, slightly untamed hair and imposing eyebrows are jet black, and his facial features tend to have a slightly tired and malnourished appearance, with slightly hollow cheeks, dark bags under his green eyes, and usually the slight stubble of an unshaven beard. John usually dresses for the wilderness, regardless of where he is, and so favors close fitting garments of browns and greens.
Additional Details: Since his escape John has found it harder than expected to stop taking Magebane. Although he has gradually weaned himself off the stuff and it no longer continuously hinders his magic, he still keeps it around and has the occasional relapse, especially when stressed.
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Name: Maho "Thief" Takase
Age: 18
Magic Level: B
Magic:
History:
Born as the only child in a filthy rich family, father spoiled Maho rotten. Living a life of luxury, she has grown in a place when all she had to do to get something was ask for it. Her life of a princess ended when she one day found out she wasn't in fact his father's daughter, and thus the heiress to his wealth.
Maho's world shattered much like her father's love for her. In the span of a single day, she went from being a noblewoman to a vagrant. She felt angry and betrayed by her parents - her mother that she cheated on her husband, and her father for blaming Maho, when it was in her mind only mother's fault.
In the next year, Maho suffered greatly as she had no real skills and absolute disgust to work. She got by from what she found and scavenged, her pride still burning too hot for her to try and get a job or beg. It didn't take long and she started to take what she wanted, becoming a thief.
As her avarice grew, Maho started thinking about other ways to obtaining just about anything she wanted. Soon she found herself in an archive, stealing a tome that would change her life. The tome contained the spells of Concealment magic she hoped would aid her on her path of crime.
Thinking she couldn't ever be caught now, a disaster was bound to happen. She started taking requests rather than just stealing for herself, finding herself raiding a mansion of another mage. Unfortunately, her inexperience proved to be her downfall and she was discovered. Maho was able to get away with her life, but she had nothing again. Lucky enough there was no price on her head, she traveled far across the country seeking shelter in a magic guild, hiding who she was and pretending to be an amateur seeking more knowledge. Since joining, she took interest in telepathy.
Personality:
Maho is a typical spoiled brat who never had to do honest work. When faced with the concept she instead sunk as low as stealing. It was only after she gained her magic that she become familiar with the concept of a job, despite it still being crime.
Only recently she joined a guild whens he realized the concept was the same and there actually wasn't the danger of winding up in jail. She is still distrustful of others. Maho is also a great actor (Read: Liar) - Something that came from both her lifestyle and type of magic. One always has to investigate if what she said was in fact truth.
Team Members: None yet
Three Strengths:
1. Stealth - Her magic and physical agility allow her to move around without being noticed.
2. Acting - Maho can easily fit into a role, allowing her to easily make contact with people or infiltrate a place.
3. Self reliance - Growing alone on the streets, the girl is perfectly capable of taking care of herself in all situations.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Pathetic fighter - Neither her skills nor her magic are good in a fight, reducing her to support role, which she does quite well.
2. Skeletons in a closet - Her past is not known to the guild, and if word got out, she would probably not end well.
3. Loneliness - Despite being in the guild for some time, she still feels like the other wizards do not accept her. At times she can catch whispers about herself. She acts as if it made her angry, but it is in fact tearing her from the inside.
Greatest Love: Not much love left in her
Motivation: Survival
Appearance:
Additional Details:
- Maho is obsessed with sweets, always having a munchie of some kind to keep her mouth busy.
- Her guild mark is between her shoulder blades.
Age: 18
Magic Level: B
Magic:
Type of Magic that allows Maho to conceal people and objects and prevents them from being sensed. It also allows experienced users to trap people inside the hidden object or place using runes, but Maho is not quite there yet. People under the effects of this Magic can see and hear other people, however, they themselves cannot be heard nor seen. Due to her experience with it, Maho is most skilled at hiding herself, to the point of being able to remain undetected while on the move. As far as concealing other people goes, moving too fast or using magic will break the concealment.
Magic that allows the user to be able to talk with other people through their thoughts and converse over long distances. Maho is nly strong enough to contact five people at once, but she can maintain the connection at quite some distance (500 meters radius), making her rather valuable for jobs that require precise coordination.
History:
Born as the only child in a filthy rich family, father spoiled Maho rotten. Living a life of luxury, she has grown in a place when all she had to do to get something was ask for it. Her life of a princess ended when she one day found out she wasn't in fact his father's daughter, and thus the heiress to his wealth.
Maho's world shattered much like her father's love for her. In the span of a single day, she went from being a noblewoman to a vagrant. She felt angry and betrayed by her parents - her mother that she cheated on her husband, and her father for blaming Maho, when it was in her mind only mother's fault.
In the next year, Maho suffered greatly as she had no real skills and absolute disgust to work. She got by from what she found and scavenged, her pride still burning too hot for her to try and get a job or beg. It didn't take long and she started to take what she wanted, becoming a thief.
As her avarice grew, Maho started thinking about other ways to obtaining just about anything she wanted. Soon she found herself in an archive, stealing a tome that would change her life. The tome contained the spells of Concealment magic she hoped would aid her on her path of crime.
Thinking she couldn't ever be caught now, a disaster was bound to happen. She started taking requests rather than just stealing for herself, finding herself raiding a mansion of another mage. Unfortunately, her inexperience proved to be her downfall and she was discovered. Maho was able to get away with her life, but she had nothing again. Lucky enough there was no price on her head, she traveled far across the country seeking shelter in a magic guild, hiding who she was and pretending to be an amateur seeking more knowledge. Since joining, she took interest in telepathy.
Personality:
Maho is a typical spoiled brat who never had to do honest work. When faced with the concept she instead sunk as low as stealing. It was only after she gained her magic that she become familiar with the concept of a job, despite it still being crime.
Only recently she joined a guild whens he realized the concept was the same and there actually wasn't the danger of winding up in jail. She is still distrustful of others. Maho is also a great actor (Read: Liar) - Something that came from both her lifestyle and type of magic. One always has to investigate if what she said was in fact truth.
Team Members: None yet
Three Strengths:
1. Stealth - Her magic and physical agility allow her to move around without being noticed.
2. Acting - Maho can easily fit into a role, allowing her to easily make contact with people or infiltrate a place.
3. Self reliance - Growing alone on the streets, the girl is perfectly capable of taking care of herself in all situations.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Pathetic fighter - Neither her skills nor her magic are good in a fight, reducing her to support role, which she does quite well.
2. Skeletons in a closet - Her past is not known to the guild, and if word got out, she would probably not end well.
3. Loneliness - Despite being in the guild for some time, she still feels like the other wizards do not accept her. At times she can catch whispers about herself. She acts as if it made her angry, but it is in fact tearing her from the inside.
Greatest Love: Not much love left in her
Motivation: Survival
Appearance:
Additional Details:
- Maho is obsessed with sweets, always having a munchie of some kind to keep her mouth busy.
- Her guild mark is between her shoulder blades.
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lordmidget The Ancestor
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Dusk said
Question! Is it required to create new members of Phoenix Wing, or is it possible to have one that's been around for a while? OR did I completely misinterpret something and Phoenix Wing is a new guild?Figured I should ask these things xD
The guild is 5 years old so it is possible to have been around for that long.
Infin1teZer0
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I haven't been on the RP scene in a while, but summer's around the corner, so why the heck not?
CS coming soon, if you're still open.
CS coming soon, if you're still open.
Name:
Elize Kaitsor
Age:
19
Magic:
Fatal Marionette is a Holder-Type magic, dealing with a set of (currently) 10 magical throwing knives. These knives are simple blades, with small lacrima orbs affixed to their pommels, opposed to loops for spinning. These lacrima allow for remote control of the knives, meaning they can be levitated, launched, and their movement controlled without Elize's physical touch. While their direction can be changed mid-flight, Elize has only mastered curves, not sharp turns. In combat, Elize often wields the knives as one fluid blade, often making them circle around her in a ring. Elize can effectively control her knives from 50 feet away, but is unable to do anything past that yet.
Their real power shows when they are used as a catalyst for Elize's magical energy. When assembled in circles or sets of five, they can create a magic circle with which to cast spells. Her specialties are traps, barriers, and attacks with raw energy. On their own, the knives can be enhanced with magical energy to impact with a little more damage while dulling their edge, to deal with armored opponents without killing them. When it comes to traps, all Elize has to do is leave a circle of knives, and she can remote activate them to bind opponents for a short time (if they are standing on or are directly under the trap) with tethers of energy, or blast them with a short burst of energy. She can also place two circles and warp the target between them, but she hasn't perfected it at all, and the chance of her expending all of her energy or the lacrima on the knives breaking isn't a risk she wants to take. Barriers work in the same way, placing down knives, and creating a dome or wall, depending on the formation. The circles for spells don't have a size restriction, but past 4 feet, they become weaker due to surface area.
Elize's magic is energy-intensive, and she often nearly expends her resources each mission she takes. Thankfully, she can wield the Fatal Marionette set well without magic, in dire circumstances, though the extra weight of the lacrima can sometimes cause problems. Manipulating the knives isn't too bad, but her spells are relatively strong, and they have a price to show it.
Elize is spending most of her time researching ways to affix elemental lacrima to her knives to give them new properties, or maybe craft entirely new sets, though both are far too expensive at the moment, and finding decent lacrima these days is a challenge in itself.
Magic Level:
B, due to how much she still has to learn about her magic. Her raw power level is probably on the border of B and A, but her ability to conserve and use it is definitely B.
History:
Elize grew up in a small coastal village, with a fairly average family. Her mother and father, Maria and Peter, and her brother Marcus and herself all lived in a decently sized cottage, though it wasn't anything fancy, and their lives were nothing but normal. "Normal" included prejudices against magic, held by all Kaitsors but herself. She didn't really get it. Sure, it was all bad and scary way back when, but why couldn't people just move on? Then again, she hadn't come into contact with magic, really, so maybe it wasn't her place to judge. Elize would play with her brother, who was a year older, on the beach, looking for seashells and swimming whenever the weather permitted. It was a nice, easy life, with almost storybook-like peace. Though all things such as this eventually come to an end.
She went about her life, and she started coming down to the beach alone. Elize didn't have a particular reason to go without Marcus, other than to be alone. Though on one occasion, she was very glad that Marcus wasn't with her.
On a gorgeous, sunny afternoon after lunch, Elize had sneaked away from the house and wanted to look for sea shells. However, there was already someone there: A man in a rather nice blue and gold outfit, with several tomes hanging from his hips and pack. Out of curiosity, Elize had approached the man, who introduced himself as Blaine. He had hair of milky gold, and lovely sapphires for eyes. He seemed surprised anyone would talk to him, as he was a wizard from the city. Instantly intrigued, Elize practically assaulted him with questions and inquiries, asking what the books were, what he did as a wizard, and all sorts of things. Blaine was a bit overwhelmed, but he humored her. He was a Holder wizard, who used grimoires to cast spells, and he was part of a guild in the city, though he wouldn't answer which.
Elize begged and pleaded for him to teach her magic, as she wanted to stop the loan sharks from hurting her father and family. Blaine told her that he couldn't just teach her magic, what with the current condition of the world, as she may get herself into a situation of persecution. Elize didn't care. When it was obvious she wouldn't give in, Blaine instead gave her one of his tomes, one covering the basics of magic.
This may have been her biggest mistake, but also her biggest opportunity. Her village was mainly populated by elderly folk, prejudiced and stagnant in their beliefs about magic. They didn't trust it, or anyone with it, since they had had a few run-ins with city wizards on jobs sometimes disrupting their quiet lives with their spell flinging. Of course, Elize didn't know any better.
Over the next few weeks, she'd try to hide the tome under her bed, and read it at the beach. Elize was normally very good at hiding it, but one day and elderly couple was taking a stroll, and she couldn't hide it fast enough. Her parents found out, the mayor found out, practically everyone did in such a small hamlet. She became the village pariah, even though she wasn't doing any harm. Her family came under the village's suspicions, which couldn't be cleared just by getting rid of Elize's received tome. No, she was tainted, they said. She was probably researching Zeref and his dark arts. It wasn't long before the mayor asked them to leave, thinking that they were all involved.
Flustered and upset, they moved into the city, where they were unlikely to be pestered for Elize's studies. Her parents tried everything to get her to stop, wanting her to drop such a foolish dream. However, the city became a paradise for her, when all of the guilds began to crop up. Once she was 15, the Kaitsors had grown fed up with their daughter's ambitions, gave her some money, and kicked her out into the world. Confused and alone, she wandered the city looking for a place to go. It was then, that she found Phoenix Wing.
She signed up with Phoenix Wing as another pair of hands to help around the hall, and over the next four years, would learn her own magic: magical knives that she could make dance and shine. Elize became aware of her latent potential, and it didn't take her too long to get into the swing of things.
Personality:
Elize is a headstrong girl, never faltering in her determination and always looking for the her next challenge. This demeanor is the complete opposite of her appearance, as she believes keeping such a calm and collected look leaves her opponents and rivals off-guard. Her guild is the most important thing to her, as they filled the place her parents had left. She does have a kind side, though it may not come out right away around new folks, as they've got to show they plan to stick around. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty in the slightest, but always tends to do so in a ridiculously elegant way.
Team Members:
She's studied and did small jobs solo, so she doesn't have a team. Although, she's wanting to change that.
Three Strengths:
1. She is determined, once she sets her mind on a goal.
2. Elize is quite graceful, able to dance around and maneuver a battlefield with ease.
3. With an analytic and quick mind, Elize can piece information together quickly
Three Weaknesses:
1. She has developed a bit of a trust issue, seeing as the people that once loved her unconditionally cast her aside.
2. Elize can sometimes rush into situations which are difficult to escape from.
3. She can hold a grudge, though it takes quite a bit for her to.
Greatest Love:
Learning and exploring the world
Motivation:
Other than to learn as much as she can about magic and their world, Elize doesn't have a long-term goal. It may be to prove to her parents that she wasn't chasing an evil fever dream. Right now, it's just to live life as she's always wanted to live it.
Appearance:
Additional Details:
-She keeps her knives in pouches strapped to the middle of her thigh.
-Elize has a love for stray cats that is unparalleled. They sometimes tend to flock to her, especially around the guild (Unfortunate for those with cat allergies)
-Her favorite food is apple dumplings.
-Her guild mark is located on her upper right arm
Got a bit wordy with the bio, but I hope everything's in order!
Elize Kaitsor
Age:
19
Magic:
Fatal Marionette is a Holder-Type magic, dealing with a set of (currently) 10 magical throwing knives. These knives are simple blades, with small lacrima orbs affixed to their pommels, opposed to loops for spinning. These lacrima allow for remote control of the knives, meaning they can be levitated, launched, and their movement controlled without Elize's physical touch. While their direction can be changed mid-flight, Elize has only mastered curves, not sharp turns. In combat, Elize often wields the knives as one fluid blade, often making them circle around her in a ring. Elize can effectively control her knives from 50 feet away, but is unable to do anything past that yet.
Their real power shows when they are used as a catalyst for Elize's magical energy. When assembled in circles or sets of five, they can create a magic circle with which to cast spells. Her specialties are traps, barriers, and attacks with raw energy. On their own, the knives can be enhanced with magical energy to impact with a little more damage while dulling their edge, to deal with armored opponents without killing them. When it comes to traps, all Elize has to do is leave a circle of knives, and she can remote activate them to bind opponents for a short time (if they are standing on or are directly under the trap) with tethers of energy, or blast them with a short burst of energy. She can also place two circles and warp the target between them, but she hasn't perfected it at all, and the chance of her expending all of her energy or the lacrima on the knives breaking isn't a risk she wants to take. Barriers work in the same way, placing down knives, and creating a dome or wall, depending on the formation. The circles for spells don't have a size restriction, but past 4 feet, they become weaker due to surface area.
Elize's magic is energy-intensive, and she often nearly expends her resources each mission she takes. Thankfully, she can wield the Fatal Marionette set well without magic, in dire circumstances, though the extra weight of the lacrima can sometimes cause problems. Manipulating the knives isn't too bad, but her spells are relatively strong, and they have a price to show it.
Elize is spending most of her time researching ways to affix elemental lacrima to her knives to give them new properties, or maybe craft entirely new sets, though both are far too expensive at the moment, and finding decent lacrima these days is a challenge in itself.
Magic Level:
B, due to how much she still has to learn about her magic. Her raw power level is probably on the border of B and A, but her ability to conserve and use it is definitely B.
History:
Elize grew up in a small coastal village, with a fairly average family. Her mother and father, Maria and Peter, and her brother Marcus and herself all lived in a decently sized cottage, though it wasn't anything fancy, and their lives were nothing but normal. "Normal" included prejudices against magic, held by all Kaitsors but herself. She didn't really get it. Sure, it was all bad and scary way back when, but why couldn't people just move on? Then again, she hadn't come into contact with magic, really, so maybe it wasn't her place to judge. Elize would play with her brother, who was a year older, on the beach, looking for seashells and swimming whenever the weather permitted. It was a nice, easy life, with almost storybook-like peace. Though all things such as this eventually come to an end.
She went about her life, and she started coming down to the beach alone. Elize didn't have a particular reason to go without Marcus, other than to be alone. Though on one occasion, she was very glad that Marcus wasn't with her.
On a gorgeous, sunny afternoon after lunch, Elize had sneaked away from the house and wanted to look for sea shells. However, there was already someone there: A man in a rather nice blue and gold outfit, with several tomes hanging from his hips and pack. Out of curiosity, Elize had approached the man, who introduced himself as Blaine. He had hair of milky gold, and lovely sapphires for eyes. He seemed surprised anyone would talk to him, as he was a wizard from the city. Instantly intrigued, Elize practically assaulted him with questions and inquiries, asking what the books were, what he did as a wizard, and all sorts of things. Blaine was a bit overwhelmed, but he humored her. He was a Holder wizard, who used grimoires to cast spells, and he was part of a guild in the city, though he wouldn't answer which.
Elize begged and pleaded for him to teach her magic, as she wanted to stop the loan sharks from hurting her father and family. Blaine told her that he couldn't just teach her magic, what with the current condition of the world, as she may get herself into a situation of persecution. Elize didn't care. When it was obvious she wouldn't give in, Blaine instead gave her one of his tomes, one covering the basics of magic.
This may have been her biggest mistake, but also her biggest opportunity. Her village was mainly populated by elderly folk, prejudiced and stagnant in their beliefs about magic. They didn't trust it, or anyone with it, since they had had a few run-ins with city wizards on jobs sometimes disrupting their quiet lives with their spell flinging. Of course, Elize didn't know any better.
Over the next few weeks, she'd try to hide the tome under her bed, and read it at the beach. Elize was normally very good at hiding it, but one day and elderly couple was taking a stroll, and she couldn't hide it fast enough. Her parents found out, the mayor found out, practically everyone did in such a small hamlet. She became the village pariah, even though she wasn't doing any harm. Her family came under the village's suspicions, which couldn't be cleared just by getting rid of Elize's received tome. No, she was tainted, they said. She was probably researching Zeref and his dark arts. It wasn't long before the mayor asked them to leave, thinking that they were all involved.
Flustered and upset, they moved into the city, where they were unlikely to be pestered for Elize's studies. Her parents tried everything to get her to stop, wanting her to drop such a foolish dream. However, the city became a paradise for her, when all of the guilds began to crop up. Once she was 15, the Kaitsors had grown fed up with their daughter's ambitions, gave her some money, and kicked her out into the world. Confused and alone, she wandered the city looking for a place to go. It was then, that she found Phoenix Wing.
She signed up with Phoenix Wing as another pair of hands to help around the hall, and over the next four years, would learn her own magic: magical knives that she could make dance and shine. Elize became aware of her latent potential, and it didn't take her too long to get into the swing of things.
Personality:
Elize is a headstrong girl, never faltering in her determination and always looking for the her next challenge. This demeanor is the complete opposite of her appearance, as she believes keeping such a calm and collected look leaves her opponents and rivals off-guard. Her guild is the most important thing to her, as they filled the place her parents had left. She does have a kind side, though it may not come out right away around new folks, as they've got to show they plan to stick around. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty in the slightest, but always tends to do so in a ridiculously elegant way.
Team Members:
She's studied and did small jobs solo, so she doesn't have a team. Although, she's wanting to change that.
Three Strengths:
1. She is determined, once she sets her mind on a goal.
2. Elize is quite graceful, able to dance around and maneuver a battlefield with ease.
3. With an analytic and quick mind, Elize can piece information together quickly
Three Weaknesses:
1. She has developed a bit of a trust issue, seeing as the people that once loved her unconditionally cast her aside.
2. Elize can sometimes rush into situations which are difficult to escape from.
3. She can hold a grudge, though it takes quite a bit for her to.
Greatest Love:
Learning and exploring the world
Motivation:
Other than to learn as much as she can about magic and their world, Elize doesn't have a long-term goal. It may be to prove to her parents that she wasn't chasing an evil fever dream. Right now, it's just to live life as she's always wanted to live it.
Appearance:
Additional Details:
-She keeps her knives in pouches strapped to the middle of her thigh.
-Elize has a love for stray cats that is unparalleled. They sometimes tend to flock to her, especially around the guild (Unfortunate for those with cat allergies)
-Her favorite food is apple dumplings.
-Her guild mark is located on her upper right arm
Got a bit wordy with the bio, but I hope everything's in order!
Collection Of Arcana
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Hey! Ill be posting up a character sheet shortly, I hope you guys don't mind another A class wizard! If your not longer accepting those I think i'll be able to tone it down a notch. Unless another Idea spawns before I decide for sure its gonna be an A anyway.
Collection Of Arcana
Member
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I apologize beforehand if it ain't too great
Name: Avon the 'Inversed Prophet'
Age: 21
Magic:
Is a passive magic that he has acquired. It allows him to heal from fatal woulds indefinitely so long as he can supply himself with the magic power to do so. He is also able to regrow limbs, endure blood loss, and generally survive what would certainly kill anyone else. He is also able to use his magic to temporarily strengthen his body so that he may take more hits before his skin can get punctured and his bones break. As of now he is unable to strengthen his muscles to hit harder or move faster, only make things more durable so he won't need to spend as much magic power to recreate/heal them.
I know how it sounds so im willing to completely change it at anytime
Magic Level: B
History:
Was raised in a family of magicians who lived as simple fishermen and practiced their magic in secret. His family's purpose during the anti-magician era was simple; don't forget, don't lose, and carry on the way of magic. However, this was not as easy as they hoped for the magic of their kind. For them, learning their body-alteration magic required hours upon hours of practice to learn how to perform it properly. And this was not the time Avon had. For his father, who had taught him everything he knew about the copy magic of the Hekatonkheire, was never there to help him learn how to apply it. And Avon's mother knew much less then him or his father did on it due to her lack of skill and motivation. About two months before his actual practice sessions began, Avon's father died of age. With a mother who had less knowledge of the arts then he did, and only a future in fishing that awaited him if he stayed home, Avon set out to find a way to learn the rest of his family's specialization and use it to help keep his family's pride alive.
However, Avon's journey was quite uneventful. For he only floated from town to town and moved based on rumors and such. As he followed the rumors he had heard he eventually came upon the doors of Pheonix Wing, which he hoped would be his saving grace.
Personality: Avon is full to the brim with both sarcasm and motivation. He doesn't take many topics seriously and only has a few set values that he really believes in. Although there are no values that he has found himself willing to die for. He isn't exactly always willing to put up a fight, and is a bit of a wuss. However, he is loyal and can be dependable in a non-combative situation and has no problems running day in and out for friends when the world and his 'quest' isn't weighing on his shoulders, though he will often try to sneak in a few snarky comments while performing said favors. However if the opportunity arrives for him to get what he wants arrives, and he might need to step on others to achieve his goal, he will do what he has to do.
Team Members: N/A
Three Strengths:
1. His regenerative properties.
2. Good at gathering food in the wild
3. Has a little experience with 'parkour'.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Only as strong as the average man.
2. Not very loyal.
3. No real combative experience or value, other then being a ragdoll.
Greatest Love: The First town he visited while journeying, however he is never able to recall its name.
Motivation: To master his family's magic and pass it on to those who he deems to be worthy and willing.
Additional Details: He knows everything he needs to know about his family, but has no training on how to grow extra limbs, alter his size, and ect.
Has no proper training to use thesword, and has rarely actually ever brought himself to draw it. Carries it mostly as a decoration due to his lack of talent with fighting with it for the most part. However, the blade is not at all dull. Same goes for the dagger!
Name: Avon the 'Inversed Prophet'
Age: 21
Magic:
Is a passive magic that he has acquired. It allows him to heal from fatal woulds indefinitely so long as he can supply himself with the magic power to do so. He is also able to regrow limbs, endure blood loss, and generally survive what would certainly kill anyone else. He is also able to use his magic to temporarily strengthen his body so that he may take more hits before his skin can get punctured and his bones break. As of now he is unable to strengthen his muscles to hit harder or move faster, only make things more durable so he won't need to spend as much magic power to recreate/heal them.
I know how it sounds so im willing to completely change it at anytime
Magic Level: B
History:
Was raised in a family of magicians who lived as simple fishermen and practiced their magic in secret. His family's purpose during the anti-magician era was simple; don't forget, don't lose, and carry on the way of magic. However, this was not as easy as they hoped for the magic of their kind. For them, learning their body-alteration magic required hours upon hours of practice to learn how to perform it properly. And this was not the time Avon had. For his father, who had taught him everything he knew about the copy magic of the Hekatonkheire, was never there to help him learn how to apply it. And Avon's mother knew much less then him or his father did on it due to her lack of skill and motivation. About two months before his actual practice sessions began, Avon's father died of age. With a mother who had less knowledge of the arts then he did, and only a future in fishing that awaited him if he stayed home, Avon set out to find a way to learn the rest of his family's specialization and use it to help keep his family's pride alive.
However, Avon's journey was quite uneventful. For he only floated from town to town and moved based on rumors and such. As he followed the rumors he had heard he eventually came upon the doors of Pheonix Wing, which he hoped would be his saving grace.
Personality: Avon is full to the brim with both sarcasm and motivation. He doesn't take many topics seriously and only has a few set values that he really believes in. Although there are no values that he has found himself willing to die for. He isn't exactly always willing to put up a fight, and is a bit of a wuss. However, he is loyal and can be dependable in a non-combative situation and has no problems running day in and out for friends when the world and his 'quest' isn't weighing on his shoulders, though he will often try to sneak in a few snarky comments while performing said favors. However if the opportunity arrives for him to get what he wants arrives, and he might need to step on others to achieve his goal, he will do what he has to do.
Team Members: N/A
Three Strengths:
1. His regenerative properties.
2. Good at gathering food in the wild
3. Has a little experience with 'parkour'.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Only as strong as the average man.
2. Not very loyal.
3. No real combative experience or value, other then being a ragdoll.
Greatest Love: The First town he visited while journeying, however he is never able to recall its name.
Motivation: To master his family's magic and pass it on to those who he deems to be worthy and willing.
Additional Details: He knows everything he needs to know about his family, but has no training on how to grow extra limbs, alter his size, and ect.
Has no proper training to use thesword, and has rarely actually ever brought himself to draw it. Carries it mostly as a decoration due to his lack of talent with fighting with it for the most part. However, the blade is not at all dull. Same goes for the dagger!
Infin1teZer0
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Character Sheet
Name: "Delusion Artist" Astaroth
Age: 25
Magic:
Magic Level: A
History: Astaroth was born and raised in a small hamlet on the outskirts of Fiore. Although not a "normal" kid by today's standards, he socialized with the community quite well. Starting in his teen years, he would always overhear the townsfolk complaining of frequent and surreal nightmares. There were also sightings of "ghosts" and witness accounts of hearing sourceless, eerie noises. Over the course of a few years, this eventually down spiraled into a region-wide superstition of being haunted by demons. The minds of the townspeople gradually slipped into paranoia and sheer madness. Astaroth was spooked as well, until he realized that he was unintentionally the cause. It turns out that all the mysterious "ghosts" were actually illusory projections created from Astaroth's budding magic. As he got older, the illusions got stronger, effectively breaking the minds of many innocent civilians.
With this in mind, he set off on his own, bouncing from guild to guild in search of work and training while his hometown recovered. Initially, he couldn't stay with a guild for very long, since those not strong enough to resist his subconscious magic would eventually be hurt by it. As the years went on, Astaroth gradually gained control over his demons, per say, allowing him to find a permanent home in Phoenix Wing, which he has been a part of for three years.
Personality: Astaroth is a very kind and friendly man, if not a bit dry. He genuinely cares about other's well-being, but his deadpan delivery and lack of dynamic facial expressions could come off as creepy. He's not against socialization, but tends to be very quiet, preferring to drift to the outer rim of a group and listen rather than talk. Astaroth may seem "mature" initially, but he's just as capable of unruly shenanigans as any other Phoenix Wing member. He actually enjoys some friendly antics every once in a while. His moral standards prevent him from permanently crippling or killing anyone, but his Perception Magic doesn't leave much lingering damage, if any at all.
Team Members: None at the moment, but he's more than open to grabbing a partner.
Three Strengths:
1. Very creative with his magic and has a vast understanding of what it does and what it's capable of.
2. Highly intelligent and thinks before he acts
3. Can easily get along with people and knows how to work diplomacy
Three Weaknesses:
1. Given that none of the morbid wounds Astaroth inflicts are "real", Perception Magic cannot deal damage directly. The worst it can inflict post-illusion is mental trauma, which can be overcome with little time (a few hours/days).
2. Astaroth is known to hesitate and can be incredibly indecisive.
3. Astaroth is not extremely fit compared to say, a martial artist. In fact, he fights most of his battles completely stationary in "reality".
Greatest Love: To see someone else smile
Motivation: To better himself and others. Money and alcohol doesn't hurt, either.
Appearance:
Additional Details:
-Astaroth can actually draw and sculpt pretty well. He uses it to inspire his illusions or for interior design from time to time. They also make lovely gifts.
-His guild mark is blue, and is located on the left side of his neck.
-He's never actually explained to Phoenix Wing (outside of the master) what his magic is or how it functions. Doing so would ruin its potency.
Character Sheet
Name: "Delusion Artist" Astaroth
Age: 25
Magic:
Perception Magic is quite self-explanatory; it revolves around the manipulation and deception of the opponent's senses, or how they perceive themselves and their environment. This is achieved by initiating a "trigger action". A trigger is simply a thing done to drop the opponent's guard prior to the illusions. It is usually something mundane like a finger snap, wave, or wink. There is no real limit to the amount of people Astaroth can trap in one illusion, as long as they all "pulled the trigger". However, more people snared in illusions at once makes it much more unstable, making escape exponentially easier per person.
For example, the caster could tamper with his opponent's sight and create phantasmal clones of himself, or summon forth nightmarish creatures from seemingly nowhere. Sight isn't the only sense that can be confused. Astaroth can also conjure up earsplitting screams to shatter eardrums, or play music from thin air alone. He can even remove senses altogether, if enough magical power is invested. For instance, Astaroth could remove his opponent's sense of balance, causing him to become dizzy or fall over.
The most potent utilization of this magic is the ability to simulate pain very convincingly. Astaroth can trick his opponent's body into believing it's been poisoned, eviscerated, or any other unpleasurable state of being.
Perception Magic can also work in a support setting, like turning allies invisible, creating illusion clones, or numbing pain.
The main counter to Perception Magic is simply awareness. Once you realize you're in an illusion, you're about as good as free. If that's proving too difficult, a friend could bail a victim out of an illusion through strong stimuli (slap, etc.).
For example, the caster could tamper with his opponent's sight and create phantasmal clones of himself, or summon forth nightmarish creatures from seemingly nowhere. Sight isn't the only sense that can be confused. Astaroth can also conjure up earsplitting screams to shatter eardrums, or play music from thin air alone. He can even remove senses altogether, if enough magical power is invested. For instance, Astaroth could remove his opponent's sense of balance, causing him to become dizzy or fall over.
The most potent utilization of this magic is the ability to simulate pain very convincingly. Astaroth can trick his opponent's body into believing it's been poisoned, eviscerated, or any other unpleasurable state of being.
Perception Magic can also work in a support setting, like turning allies invisible, creating illusion clones, or numbing pain.
The main counter to Perception Magic is simply awareness. Once you realize you're in an illusion, you're about as good as free. If that's proving too difficult, a friend could bail a victim out of an illusion through strong stimuli (slap, etc.).
Magic Level: A
History: Astaroth was born and raised in a small hamlet on the outskirts of Fiore. Although not a "normal" kid by today's standards, he socialized with the community quite well. Starting in his teen years, he would always overhear the townsfolk complaining of frequent and surreal nightmares. There were also sightings of "ghosts" and witness accounts of hearing sourceless, eerie noises. Over the course of a few years, this eventually down spiraled into a region-wide superstition of being haunted by demons. The minds of the townspeople gradually slipped into paranoia and sheer madness. Astaroth was spooked as well, until he realized that he was unintentionally the cause. It turns out that all the mysterious "ghosts" were actually illusory projections created from Astaroth's budding magic. As he got older, the illusions got stronger, effectively breaking the minds of many innocent civilians.
With this in mind, he set off on his own, bouncing from guild to guild in search of work and training while his hometown recovered. Initially, he couldn't stay with a guild for very long, since those not strong enough to resist his subconscious magic would eventually be hurt by it. As the years went on, Astaroth gradually gained control over his demons, per say, allowing him to find a permanent home in Phoenix Wing, which he has been a part of for three years.
Personality: Astaroth is a very kind and friendly man, if not a bit dry. He genuinely cares about other's well-being, but his deadpan delivery and lack of dynamic facial expressions could come off as creepy. He's not against socialization, but tends to be very quiet, preferring to drift to the outer rim of a group and listen rather than talk. Astaroth may seem "mature" initially, but he's just as capable of unruly shenanigans as any other Phoenix Wing member. He actually enjoys some friendly antics every once in a while. His moral standards prevent him from permanently crippling or killing anyone, but his Perception Magic doesn't leave much lingering damage, if any at all.
Team Members: None at the moment, but he's more than open to grabbing a partner.
Three Strengths:
1. Very creative with his magic and has a vast understanding of what it does and what it's capable of.
2. Highly intelligent and thinks before he acts
3. Can easily get along with people and knows how to work diplomacy
Three Weaknesses:
1. Given that none of the morbid wounds Astaroth inflicts are "real", Perception Magic cannot deal damage directly. The worst it can inflict post-illusion is mental trauma, which can be overcome with little time (a few hours/days).
2. Astaroth is known to hesitate and can be incredibly indecisive.
3. Astaroth is not extremely fit compared to say, a martial artist. In fact, he fights most of his battles completely stationary in "reality".
Greatest Love: To see someone else smile
Motivation: To better himself and others. Money and alcohol doesn't hurt, either.
Appearance:
Additional Details:
-Astaroth can actually draw and sculpt pretty well. He uses it to inspire his illusions or for interior design from time to time. They also make lovely gifts.
-His guild mark is blue, and is located on the left side of his neck.
-He's never actually explained to Phoenix Wing (outside of the master) what his magic is or how it functions. Doing so would ruin its potency.
Oh man, there are a whole bunch of CSs to review, ill get right on that, sorry about the delay guys
First up, Angelo
looks fine now, thanks for changing it up.
Jangel13 said
their I didn't entertain anyone. I was just a beggar hack.
looks fine now, thanks for changing it up.
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dirkinz said
Oh man, there are a whole bunch of CSs to review, ill get right on that, sorry about the delay guys
You! Get on the thing. (Everyone Else Ignore This)
Next up is Eren
looks good save for a couple things. As with all full body take-over magic, there is a chance that sometimes the one doing the taking-over winds up being the one taken over. This isnt likely as Eren seems to have a grasp on it but it could make for some interesting situations and so i thought i would bring it up. Also, some sort of love would be nice, be it drinking, money, that feeling you get as you bite into the neck of a helpless blood-bag, etc. Other than that, the Midget has the final say but it looks good to me.
Phobos said
Magic:
Take Over: Mythical Soul
A very rare Take Over, it allows him to transform into mythical creatures that were long forgotten or were thought to be made up in legends. The castor is capable of transforming into a wide variety of different souls. Each version has 3 different forms: Mythical Arm, Half Mythical and Mythical Soul
Mythic Arm: Werewolf
Half Mythic: Werewolf
Mythical Soul: Werewolf
Greatest Love: None as of yet
looks good save for a couple things. As with all full body take-over magic, there is a chance that sometimes the one doing the taking-over winds up being the one taken over. This isnt likely as Eren seems to have a grasp on it but it could make for some interesting situations and so i thought i would bring it up. Also, some sort of love would be nice, be it drinking, money, that feeling you get as you bite into the neck of a helpless blood-bag, etc. Other than that, the Midget has the final say but it looks good to me.
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dirkinz said
Next up is Eren looks good save for a couple things.
I'm really liking the magic on Eren. What Dirkinz said plus I need to know why his Old Man and brother shoved in a pit, either via PM or on this thread.
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OMG~
Fairy Tail, so much yes!~
I don't care if I don't have time for another RP, I'll make time xD
If you'll have me, that is~
Fairy Tail, so much yes!~
I don't care if I don't have time for another RP, I'll make time xD
If you'll have me, that is~
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Ok, so I'll address some things that keep coming up.
- WE ARE STILL ACCEPTING CHARACTERS AND WILL PROBABLY BE ALWAYS ACCEPTING CHARACTERS!
- WE ARE NOT ACCEPTING S CLASS WIZARDS (OR HIGHER) AT THIS TIME!
- Magic has only recently reappeared about 10 years ago people started practicing it publicly again, and 5 years ago was when the first guilds (including Phoenix Wing) were founded!
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dirkinz said
First up, Angelo looks fine now, thanks for changing it up.
I don't think dirkinz addressed this but Lightning Molding Magic wouldn't really be possible as Lightning can't maintain a shape.... Also would you mind changing your character to 3rd person as this is a 3rd person roleplay.
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