A Lowly Wretch

A Tale of Seven Children

Rick Brackwall

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: Rick Brackwall.
Physical Age: 22.
True Age: 24.
Gender: Male
Race: Child of the Devil.
Subspecies: N/A
Description:

Standing at five foot ten inches Rick weighs about sixty eight kilograms with snow white hair and a rather small thin frame. One eye is a soft sky blue while the other one is stained a reddish brown. He likes to leave his hair loose generally but he will comb it back during meetings and other high profile attendances.

At school or on the job he'll wear the standard uniform provided for the WDL. For social outings he'll wear fine black suits, dressing expensively albeit with little in the way of jewelry or other such tokens of wealth. He likes to look professional without necessarily showing off any degree of wealth since it's all provided for him. He sees little need to visibly demonstrate the WDL's wealth in the form of watches and the like.

In casual company he'll dress down, wearing a cool colored t-shirt of some variety and some grey cargo pants. He likes having many pockets which they are good for. Most of his shirts have pockets since he likes having at least one pen and one pencil on him at all times.

A couple of additional notes is that, firstly, he typically carries his saber with him to most areas where such an item is permitted. Secondly, he has a scar over his left eye. He doesn't like to talk about it.

~ Psychological Profile ~

Personality:

On the surface he is a rather friendly albeit reserved fellow. He conducts himself politely and tries to make good with those around him. If others have problems he will seek to help them however he can should they desire the assistance. Regularly he is fairly busy as he likes to study, filling his head with knowledge pertinent to demons and the trials ahead so that he may be better prepared. Rare is it that he's doing something other than reading with his free time.

Beneath his facade he works tirelessly towards the goal of the Warriors of Divine Light, that being to destroy demons. He pretend to be friendly and aloof largely as a defense mechanism. He cannot allow himself to grow close to anyone as at any moment their lives may end violently. He cannot afford to care about others until he finds the strength to right what's wrong with the world. On the other hand he cannot be cold to his allies and risk alienating them should he need their assistance. He maintains relationships largely out of job necessity rather than an actual desire to have company.

At his core he has suffered a great deal. He is bent for revenge against the one who wronged him and everything around him is an asset, a means to an end. That is not to say he holds no empathy for those around him but he has a bone to pick with one particular demon and all other demons have fallen on his bad side as a result. Still, he'd rather build bridges as opposed to burning them so as long as someone doesn't do something so foolhardy as to try and bar him from his mark he can still work with them.

Given his background he is utterly driven to grow in power so he will never be at anyone else's mercy. There is not a thing he feels stronger about than this.

Tea Time

Likes:
- Writing: Fairly natural for him given his powers.
- Drawing: Another paper based art form he practices.
- Paper: Anything made of paper is good for him.
- Cool Colors: He prefers darker shades and cool colors such as blue, purple and black.
- Creativity: The mind is a beautiful thing that is meant to be expressed, not squandered.
- Politeness: There's no good reason not to show a modicum of decorum.
- Fancy Words: All the better to express ones idea's more vividly with.
- Dependability: A dependable person is a valuable asset.
- Chaos: Discord leaves opportunity for the weak to succeed where success would ordinarily be impossible.
- Winter: Freshly fallen snow is marvelously scenic. Truly inspiring.

Dislikes:
- Fire: A natural weakness of his.
- Water: Another natural weakness of his.
- Computers: He's naturally prejudiced against digitization as it makes him feel outdated.
- Summer: Between the oppressive heat and the people walking about in scant clothing there's little about summer he welcomes.
- Demons: They've caused him a great deal of suffering. He's spent most of his life training to kill them. No doubt about him disliking them.
- Arrogance: A quality often found in demons. He detests it wherever it may be though.
- Incompetence: A chain is only as good as it's weakest link and he loathes to hinge his plans on the capability of these "Weak Links".
- Blood: It's both red and water based. Also there are some bad memories tied to the sight of blood. He prefers to avoid the stuff when he can.

Strengths:
- He is very resourceful, skilled at making a lot out of a little.
- He is clever, living on the edge of what his wiles will let him get away with.
- He is quite book-smart, a veritable fountain of knowledge and only growing smarter.
- While not terribly acrobatic he can be quite dextrous, quick to react and adapt both in body and mind.
- He is very steady, able to minimize the trembling in his hands so as to make highly accurate motions with his hands.
- He has a high tolerance for pain, able to maintain focus under great amounts of it.

Fears:
- Losing someone close to him. A fear he's well accustomed to, he is quite reluctant to let anyone become close to him for this reason.
- Alzheimers. When one depends on his mind as much as him it can be frightening to imagine gradually losing it all.
- Mental Magic. He both fears and hates this type of magic above all. Any who try to manipulate his mind or emotions for their own ends will earn a very special ire. Full on Mind Control will earn the user his eternal enmity should he ever regain his mental freedom.

Hobbies: As he is much too busy preparing for the future he really only has time to spare keeping up appearances. One thing he does unrelated to gathering power is that he likes to patron the arts, sparing money for artists he enjoys so they can continue expressing their creativity and enriching culture in general.

Secrets?: He doesn't speak much about his past. The WDL would probably have more information regarding his history.
Outlook on life: Keeping the world safe from the apocalypse supersedes all. Any danger that threatens all living things and past that mankind in general must be thwarted. Failure is no option to consider.

Affiliation: N/A.
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good, More often neutral than good.

~ Combat Profile ~

Paper Form

Major Abilities:

+ Paper Form

Upon entering his Awakened Demon form Rick assumes a new body, one made entirely out of paper. He gains all the benefits and drawbacks being made of paper brings. As he is able to control paper he is also able to control his body without fault. Should this form be damaged the paper will mimic damage inflicted to a real body, only in paper form. These changes don't cause pain or hinder his performance. If the damages made to his body aren't repaired before he turns back into his human form though he'll retain these injuries, effecting him as though he sustained such injuries in his human form. Obviously some forms of damage to paper are easier to mend than others. Tape might be able to hold torn sections of paper together but it does little to help against fire. He can use his manipulation of paper to change his body accordingly however he cannot return to normal with more to his body than he'd have in his normal, healthy state.

+ Summon Paper

While his Awakened Demon form is active Rick is able to summon anything made of paper so long as he knows what it is and has a good idea as to where it is. This method of summoning has a mild flexibility, able to include non-paper materials such as book covers and other things so long as they are firmly attached to paper. The less he knows about the location of the papers he is trying to summon however the greater his chance of erroneously taking the wrong article of paper is. The summoning's chance of error is even greater if he is trying to summon a specific page and it's lost within a stack of papers. He cannot summon paper into a space that is physically occupied by another object.

+ Paper Voodoo Doll Syndrome

In his Paper Form Rick can use dark magic to passively exchange a portion of all damage he receives to many targets. By simply touching his target Rick can instantly place a red X anywhere on the target's body. So long as this X remains on the target any damage taken by Rick will be divided in half, the remaining damage taken instead by the X marked target. If two targets are marked with Xs Rick instead only takes a third of the damage dealt, the two marked targets each taking a third of the damage as well. The amount of damage suffered by Rick can be shared by up to ninety nine targets, all of them suffering a minimum of one percent of the damage dealt. The red X applied to the target works like a red X drawn on by a red permanent marker. It will wear off over time but cannot be washed off. There are only two non-magical means of removing the red X quickly. One is by removing the section of skin it is applied to. The other mean of removing the red X is with lemon juice. No other type of citrus will suffice.

As some additional details of note while damage suffered by Rick will be shared to those with red Xs on them damage suffered by these targets will not transfer to Rick. Additionally the parameters for where Rick needs to touch in order to place a mark do include clothing as well as items in their possession. What does not fit within the parameters of what he can touch to apply an X to the target are furniture the target might be using or anything else they might be touching that doesn't classify as an item in their possession.

Minor Abilities:

- Paper Control

While this may be under Minor Abilities this ability is the meat of Rick's power. With this ability he can move, manipulate and change any and all paper. He can only exert an amount of force equal to his magical strength over a single piece of paper. This force is not divided amongst the number of pieces of paper he has under his control. In addition to this he can alter the paper's shape as well as create and even change images upon the paper to whatever he desires. The only thing he cannot do is change the physical properties of paper. Paper is still paper, complete with all it's strengths and all it's weaknesses.

- Knowledge Conduction

Rick is able to read the entirety of any book or any other written article simply by touching it. With a simple touch all information contained upon the paper will be absorbed into his mind instantly. The drawback to this power is that the more information he absorbs the greater it strains his mind. If he absorbs too much information at once he stands a risk of passing out. Typically he'll need to wait for several minutes to let his mind relax after absorbing the knowledge of a regularly sized book. Still considerably faster than the time it would take to actually read one.

- Inscribe Magic

Rick has the ability to create scrolls and other magical parchments capable of unleashing magical effects by triggering the runes imprinted on said parchment. Able to tap into a vast well of various magics Rick can imprint these spells upon various parchments in the form of magical runes. Upon creation of the scroll Rick designates the methods and/or events required to activate said scroll, activating the spell stored within. The only limits to what spells are able to be etched onto paper are that Rick must know and understand the spell he's writing and that Rick must also have the capacity to cast said spell. People other than Rick can use the scrolls/parchments so long as they understand how to activate them.

Special Ability: Unknown

Equipment: His clothes, Multiple pens and pencils, A pocket protector, A flashlight, His wallet, His cell phone, A roll of clear tape, A clip board and his saber.
Minor Skills: He is very steady handed and accurate to boot. He knows a great deal about magic and can utilize a variety of spells. He is trained in saber combat, a style which he is quite deadly in thanks to his fast wits and precise thrusts. He is also nimble, able to dodge fast using his thin frame to his advantage.

~ Statistics ~

Willpower: EX
Faith: S+
Mana Capacity: S
Magickal Proficiency: A-
Physical Competence: C+

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: The Warriors of Divine Light.
Rank: B Rank/ Lower 2nd Class.
Class: Offensive Magic.
Title: N/A
Loyalty Level: 6/10 - The ends justify the means... To an extent.

~ Miscellaneous ~

Biography/History:

- Notes regarding Rick Brackwall -

Enclosed Incident Photo

"When they found him he had been sitting at the kitchen table. A gun was sitting on the table top. The rest of his family was found dead. It appeared to be a multiple suicide. His left eye was bleeding profusely. It was later discovered to be a knife wound.

As the event had tripped the radar agents had been dispatched to locate the child, observe the situation and act from there. They determined it best to extract the child and take him back to headquarters. We had him taken to get his eye healed. They did their best but some staining and scarring remained.

Over the years he's adapted quite well to life at the WDL. He puts forth a great effort to better himself both scholastically and in weapons training. His greatest weakness thus far appears to be his strength. He applies his mind well and has decent cardio however he could use to build more muscle. Despite that drawback he's quite well suited to the tasks ahead."

- End of notes -

The Plague Doctor

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: The Plague Doctor.
Physical Age: Unknown.
True Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male.
Race: Non-Human.
Subspecies: Reaper.
Description: None have seen under the garb for a very long time.
Any differences from your provided image/s: The colors of his clothing are a bit more faded, worn out even.

~ Psychological Profile ~

Personality:

Quiet, ominous and steadfast. He does his job, moving from site to site and performing his duties. Not much else can be said about him. Not much else is known.

Likes:

- Getting the job done.
- People who help him dig graves.

Dislikes:

- People who dig up the bodies he buries.
- Binding magic.

Strengths: Burying the dead. Knowing when death is nigh.
Fears: Unknown.
Hobbies: Unknown.
Secrets?: Unknown.
Outlook on life: Unknown.

Affiliation: Unknown.
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

~ Combat Profile ~

Major Abilities: Unknown.

Minor Abilities:

- Phantom Gate.

He is able to vanish, teleporting to any location he knows at will.

- Kit of The Conjured.

Anytime he appears he summons forth his garb and his trusty shovel. Damage to his garb seems to last only until it is summoned once more.

- Death Watch.

An ability of rather ominous quality, The Plague Doctor can sense when death is a prominent possibility in the future. The closer he is to the site where the death is to take place the stronger this feeling grows. This sense extends for about a couple miles in radius.

Special Ability: Unknown.

Boundary: No.

Equipment:

His shovel is a potent magic item, nearly as legendary as himself. It's head can break all but the most powerful materials and magical items it strikes. A useful quality for digging. Also a useful quality for dispatching nuisances. It's essence is tied deeply to his own. The Plague Doctor and it are basically one and the same, for one is almost never without the other.

Aside from that his only other equipment is his garb.

Minor Skills: Digging, guiding souls to their afterlife, is surprisingly skilled in spear use.

~ Statistics ~

Willpower: EX
Faith: EX
Mana Capacity: B
Magickal Proficiency: D
Physical Competence: S

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: Reapers.
Rank: A
Class: Soul Tender.
Title: Omen of Death.
Loyalty Level: 10/10 He serves his purpose.

~ Miscellaneous ~

Biography/History:

The Tale of The Plague Doctor is the only known evidence this mysterious figure even exists.

It begins in the early years of the black plague. A man had returned from war to his small village. He took up the recently developed craft of his late father, the resident doctor. In the man's absence the plague had spread to this village and to his father no less. When the man took up his father's mantle the mayor of the town approached him with a request. He asked that the victims of the plague be killed and buried so as to prevent risk that they'd spread the disease to those that still lived.

The man accepted the offer. He crafted for himself a garb which would protect himself from infection and went to work. Whenever a villager became sick with the plague he'd quietly enter their home and cut them down with the edge of his father's shovel. Afterwords he'd bury them, ensuring the bodies did not spread the disease further. Entire families met their end like this.

Of course there was no stopping it. One by one, person by person The Plague Doctor killed them without care for their pleas. They were sick. Soon the only two people left alive were him and the mayor. The mayor's plan to protect himself from sickness by having The Plague Doctor put the sickly to death had come to naught. He was sick with the plague.

The mayor begged to be spared but The Plague Doctor no longer could hear his words. With one deadly smash he caved the mayor's head in with the flat of the shovel's head. The mayor was buried in his deceased wife's own garden.

With that the only one left from that village that he needed to bury was himself. As he walked up to the tree up on the hill near his home he saw an open grave already made for him. When he approached that grave he saw a stone stairwell leading down into the depths of the earth. He walked down these steps the earth filled in behind him, burying him as he descended into his grave.

If everyone died though, then who witnessed this and told the tale? Apparently the bard who had spoken of this tale had heard it from a man who claimed to have heard it from another man who claimed he could speak to crows. The story thus had been considered as little more than a macabre work of fiction. After all, only a fool would listen to a tale from a man who'd speak to madmen that believed they could speak with birds, right?

Geppetto

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: Geppetto.
Physical Age: N/A.
True Age: 10.
Gender: Nope.
Race: Demon.
Subspecies: Puppet.
Description:

Standing at only three feet tall this small terror looks a great deal like what he is: An evil puppet. His features tend to be rather menacing though this can often change depending on the body. Often he'll have junk stuck in in place of missing parts, making do with what he's got. Overall he's a jittery maniac, often fixed with a devilish grin, especially when he's scheming. What he wears is extremely variable as he goes from disguise to disguise with great rapidity

Any differences from your provided image/s: No matter what he wears he'll always have a set of pockets on his clothing of choice.

~ Psychological Profile ~

Personality:

An easily excitable demon with big dreams and a lot to prove.

He's easily characterized by his lust for glory and his love for human pop culture. He'll go above and beyond to gain any measure of fame or recognition. He tries to think outside the box, trying things which either fail or succeed spectacularly. No matter what he does though he is no subtle fellow. His excitement and desire for recognition well exceeds his ability to manipulate others.

In truth he's rather child like in his manner. Unrefined and more concerned with spectacle opposed to effectiveness. He does harm not really out of malice but with a zeal for approval combined with an eagerness to play with power.

That's not to say he isn't aware of some hard truths. Living in hell as one of his strength means knowing his own mortality well. He's kept well to the shadows and he is quite sneaky when he needs to be. He doesn't much care for hiding himself however, preferring to be the center of attention when he can seize it.

Likes:

- Guns.
- Explosives.
- Action Movies.
- Horror Movies.
- FPS's.
- Praise.
- Crazy Schemes.
- Winning.

Dislikes:

- Being Bossed Around.
- Bullies.
- Being Scolded.
- Being Laughed At.
- Romantic Movies.
- Getting Bored.
- Failing.

Strengths:

- Mixing Chemicals.
- Sneaking Around.
- Stealing Things.
- Hotwiring Cars.
- Acrobatics.
- Picking Locks.
- Mixing Drinks.

Fears:

- Demon Lords and any demon significantly stronger than him.

Hobbies:

- Brainstorming new schemes.
- Stealing things.
- Watching movies.
- Reading manga.
- Making bombs.

Secrets?:

Outlook on life:

Some day he'll become the greatest demon to have ever lived and then all the people who bullied him and said he couldn't make will come and lick his boots and all the cool demons will like him and everything great for him will happen always. He's just gotta prove to the higher ups he has the potential.

Affiliation: Hell.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

~ Combat Profile ~

Major Abilities:

+ Spirited Retreat

It's never good to go into a plan without an escape plan and Geppetto's plan is particularly slippery. At any time he can eject his soul from his current body and escape either back into hell or into a nearby inanimate body. His soul cannot escape if it is trapped with magic however.

Minor Abilities:

- Recycled Parts.

He's unique for a puppet as the parts composing his body are largely disposable. If he looses an arm he can reconnect it and it will resume functioning. The more damaged a limb is the less optimally it will perform.

Geppetto can also can make replacement limbs out of any makeshift material. The material will animate no differently than his starting limbs however their durability and weight will play into account. Parts that were previously operational like guns or other devices will continue operating as they did previously instead of serving as the limb it's replacing. He will however have control over the device attached as he would a living limb.

- Master of Disguise.

Okay, perhaps he's not a master of disguises. This ability grants him the power to conjure forth any disguise he wishes. The disguises come with clothing, makeup, fake prosthetics and props. The props only function to mimic their real counterparts in aesthetic. He can don these disguises instantly, spinning in a blur only to appear in his disguise of choice.

- Really Deep Pockets.

Geppetto's pants pockets can be used to hold a wide variety of things, more things than you'd assume pockets could hold.

His pockets can stretch out to the circumference of a sewer manhole cover and can house up to a shipping container's worth of contents. Whatever he wants out of his pockets always come right to his hands when he reaches in.

Boundary: No.

Equipment: His clothing, a lot of various guns, many types of bombs, knick-knacks and plenty of ammo.
Minor Skills:

- He's fast.
- He's agile.
- He's sneaky.
- That's about it.

~ Statistics ~

Willpower: A
Faith: B+
Mana Capacity: D
Magickal Proficiency: D-
Physical Competence: C

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: Hell.
Rank: E
Class: Handsome Mastermind and Ultimate Warlord (Self assigned)
Title: The Puppet Master (Self awarded, nearly nobody calls him that.)
Loyalty Level: 3/10 He wants somebody to like him. His allies don't seem to like him much back.

~ Miscellaneous ~

Biography/History:

There once was a puppeteer, down in the dark depths of hell. He made puppets and held puppet shows for his fellow demons. He had the ability to make his puppets come alive, to act and perform for him on their own right.

He was crafting one particular puppet however it did not come out right. It's eyes seemed to drift to the sides, it's wicked grin was askew. With just a head, a body and an arm made the puppeteer simply decided to discard the half made puppet, leaving it among his pile of other spare puppet parts and other materials.

This puppet, despite it's unfinished state, had been kept in his hands long enough for it to have come to life however. In the darkness of the attic where it was kept this puppet spent it's birth crawling with it's one arm through the darkness. It learned to move in the state was at however, making due as it was. Then it saw the crack.
An ever so slight crack in the floor boards led the puppet to see the shows that went on below. Brothers and sisters to him were all dancing and acting out plays while demons all laughed and applauded along. Seeing the puppets who were whole made this puppet realise that he was incomplete. He'd need more than just an arm if he were to join them.

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With determination he put together the rest of his limbs, attaching them to himself with a great deal of patchwork. A hand with only three fingers and a thumb, a glove with a patch sewn over the hole on it's back, one wooden leg which was longer than the other and a pair of brown cobbled shoes with uneven shoe laces. His efforts paled in comparison to even the discarded works of the puppeteer but he wasn't going to be daunted in his ambition.
One day as the other puppets were acting out on stage the puppet managed to jimmy open the lock on the attic door, slipping out from the dark recesses above and rushing out into the theater, his wooden heart alight with joy.
None were glad to see him. The audience was confused and annoyed by his interruption, the other puppets were surprised and shocked by his reveal and the puppeteer though surprised was ultimately disappointed. The failure he had hoped to forget was not only alive much to his surprise as he never knowingly gave the puppet that gift but it was now public knowledge. The only answer was to destroy the puppet lest it ruin his reputation.

The puppet stood awaiting applause and cheers yet only received startled gasps and disgruntled grunts. He turned to see his very creator coming towards him, hammer in hand. The glint in the demon's eye was enough warning for him. He started running, the puppeteer giving chase, and fled out through the door into the dark and twisted streets of Ashanty, a small and poor town in the midst of hell.

For many years the streets were what he called home. Geppetto, as he now called himself, lived a hard life, sticking to the dingy corners where other demons weren't already hiding. Anytime a powerful demon would pass through the lesser demons would scatter and he was no exception. He had to steal, beg and take whatever work anyone would give him simply to get by. He had to be sneaky since the tougher of the smaller demons frequently liked to trounce the lesser demons and scour them for belongings. His life was hard but living down the shame of his past was even harder.
Of course the latest war on humanity rolled around so now there's work to be done. Where there's work to be done Geppetto is almost always guaranteed to show, trying his hardest to get the job so he can be given the opportunity to impress others.

A Tale of Seven Children

@Mistiel It's all alright. I've never seen the show because it's not specifically my brand of humor. I was mostly having a fun jab at the ole' trend making it's rounds about the net regarding the show.

A Tale of Seven Children

@A Lowly Wretch

Finally! A male character! Also, where is Morty?

@Mistiel

I didn't include any Rick & Morty references because I was worried it might raise the intellectual bar for this OOC channel above most people's reach due to the show's rich and dynamic handling of blah blah blah-

The Wretch continued blithering until the sun expanded, consuming him before contracting in on itself.

A Tale of Seven Children

Here is Rick, the true Paper Doll Man.

Rick Brackwall

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: Rick Brackwall.
Physical Age: 22.
True Age: 24.
Gender: Male
Race: Child of the Devil.
Subspecies: N/A
Description:

Standing at five foot ten inches Rick weighs about sixty eight kilograms with snow white hair and a rather small thin frame. One eye is a soft sky blue while the other one is stained a reddish brown. He likes to leave his hair loose generally but he will comb it back during meetings and other high profile attendances.

At school or on the job he'll wear the standard uniform provided for the WDL. For social outings he'll wear fine black suits, dressing expensively albeit with little in the way of jewelry or other such tokens of wealth. He likes to look professional without necessarily showing off any degree of wealth since it's all provided for him. He sees little need to visibly demonstrate the WDL's wealth in the form of watches and the like.

In casual company he'll dress down, wearing a cool colored t-shirt of some variety and some grey cargo pants. He likes having many pockets which they are good for. Most of his shirts have pockets since he likes having at least one pen and one pencil on him at all times.

A couple of additional notes is that, firstly, he typically carries his saber with him to most areas where such an item is permitted. Secondly, he has a scar over his left eye. He doesn't like to talk about it.

~ Psychological Profile ~

Personality:

On the surface he is a rather friendly albeit reserved fellow. He conducts himself politely and tries to make good with those around him. If others have problems he will seek to help them however he can should they desire the assistance. Regularly he is fairly busy as he likes to study, filling his head with knowledge pertinent to demons and the trials ahead so that he may be better prepared. Rare is it that he's doing something other than reading with his free time.

Beneath his facade he works tirelessly towards the goal of the Warriors of Divine Light, that being to destroy demons. He pretend to be friendly and aloof largely as a defense mechanism. He cannot allow himself to grow close to anyone as at any moment their lives may end violently. He cannot afford to care about others until he finds the strength to right what's wrong with the world. On the other hand he cannot be cold to his allies and risk alienating them should he need their assistance. He maintains relationships largely out of job necessity rather than an actual desire to have company.

At his core he has suffered a great deal. He is bent for revenge against the one who wronged him and everything around him is an asset, a means to an end. That is not to say he holds no empathy for those around him but he has a bone to pick with one particular demon and all other demons have fallen on his bad side as a result. Still, he'd rather build bridges as opposed to burning them so as long as someone doesn't do something so foolhardy as to try and bar him from his mark he can still work with them.

Given his background he is utterly driven to grow in power so he will never be at anyone else's mercy. There is not a thing he feels stronger about than this.

Tea Time

Likes:
- Writing: Fairly natural for him given his powers.
- Drawing: Another paper based art form he practices.
- Paper: Anything made of paper is good for him.
- Cool Colors: He prefers darker shades and cool colors such as blue, purple and black.
- Creativity: The mind is a beautiful thing that is meant to be expressed, not squandered.
- Politeness: There's no good reason not to show a modicum of decorum.
- Fancy Words: All the better to express ones idea's more vividly with.
- Dependability: A dependable person is a valuable asset.
- Chaos: Discord leaves opportunity for the weak to succeed where success would ordinarily be impossible.
- Winter: Freshly fallen snow is marvelously scenic. Truly inspiring.

Dislikes:
- Fire: A natural weakness of his.
- Water: Another natural weakness of his.
- Computers: He's naturally prejudiced against digitization as it makes him feel outdated.
- Summer: Between the oppressive heat and the people walking about in scant clothing there's little about summer he welcomes.
- Demons: They've caused him a great deal of suffering. He's spent most of his life training to kill them. No doubt about him disliking them.
- Arrogance: A quality often found in demons. He detests it wherever it may be though.
- Incompetence: A chain is only as good as it's weakest link and he loathes to hinge his plans on the capability of these "Weak Links".
- Blood: It's both red and water based. Also there are some bad memories tied to the sight of blood. He prefers to avoid the stuff when he can.

Strengths:
- He is very resourceful, skilled at making a lot out of a little.
- He is clever, living on the edge of what his wiles will let him get away with.
- He is quite book-smart, a veritable fountain of knowledge and only growing smarter.
- While not terribly acrobatic he can be quite dextrous, quick to react and adapt both in body and mind.
- He is very steady, able to minimize the trembling in his hands so as to make highly accurate motions with his hands.
- He has a high tolerance for pain, able to maintain focus under great amounts of it.

Fears:
- Losing someone close to him. A fear he's well accustomed to, he is quite reluctant to let anyone become close to him for this reason.
- Alzheimers. When one depends on his mind as much as him it can be frightening to imagine gradually losing it all.
- Mental Magic. He both fears and hates this type of magic above all. Any who try to manipulate his mind or emotions for their own ends will earn a very special ire. Full on Mind Control will earn the user his eternal enmity should he ever regain his mental freedom.

Hobbies: As he is much too busy preparing for the future he really only has time to spare keeping up appearances. One thing he does unrelated to gathering power is that he likes to patron the arts, sparing money for artists he enjoys so they can continue expressing their creativity and enriching culture in general.

Secrets?: He doesn't speak much about his past. The WDL would probably have more information regarding his history.
Outlook on life: Keeping the world safe from the apocalypse supersedes all. Any danger that threatens all living things and past that mankind in general must be thwarted. Failure is no option to consider.

Affiliation: N/A.
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good, More often neutral than good.

~ Combat Profile ~

Paper Form

Major Abilities:

+ Paper Form

Upon entering his Awakened Demon form Rick assumes a new body, one made entirely out of paper. He gains all the benefits and drawbacks being made of paper brings. As he is able to control paper he is also able to control his body without fault. Should this form be damaged the paper will mimic damage inflicted to a real body, only in paper form. These changes don't cause pain or hinder his performance. If the damages made to his body aren't repaired before he turns back into his human form though he'll retain these injuries, effecting him as though he sustained such injuries in his human form. Obviously some forms of damage to paper are easier to mend than others. Tape might be able to hold torn sections of paper together but it does little to help against fire. He can use his manipulation of paper to change his body accordingly however he cannot return to normal with more to his body than he'd have in his normal, healthy state.

+ Summon Paper

While his Awakened Demon form is active Rick is able to summon anything made of paper so long as he knows what it is and has a good idea as to where it is. This method of summoning has a mild flexibility, able to include non-paper materials such as book covers and other things so long as they are firmly attached to paper. The less he knows about the location of the papers he is trying to summon however the greater his chance of erroneously taking the wrong article of paper is. The summoning's chance of error is even greater if he is trying to summon a specific page and it's lost within a stack of papers. He cannot summon paper into a space that is physically occupied by another object.

+ Paper Voodoo Doll Syndrome

In his Paper Form Rick can use dark magic to passively exchange a portion of all damage he receives to many targets. By simply touching his target Rick can instantly place a red X anywhere on the target's body. So long as this X remains on the target any damage taken by Rick will be divided in half, the remaining damage taken instead by the X marked target. If two targets are marked with Xs Rick instead only takes a third of the damage dealt, the two marked targets each taking a third of the damage as well. The amount of damage suffered by Rick can be shared by up to ninety nine targets, all of them suffering a minimum of one percent of the damage dealt. The red X applied to the target works like a red X drawn on by a red permanent marker. It will wear off over time but cannot be washed off. There are only two non-magical means of removing the red X quickly. One is by removing the section of skin it is applied to. The other mean of removing the red X is with lemon juice. No other type of citrus will suffice.

As some additional details of note while damage suffered by Rick will be shared to those with red Xs on them damage suffered by these targets will not transfer to Rick. Additionally the parameters for where Rick needs to touch in order to place a mark do include clothing as well as items in their possession. What does not fit within the parameters of what he can touch to apply an X to the target are furniture the target might be using or anything else they might be touching that doesn't classify as an item in their possession.

Minor Abilities:

- Paper Control

While this may be under Minor Abilities this ability is the meat of Rick's power. With this ability he can move, manipulate and change any and all paper. He can only exert an amount of force equal to his magical strength over a single piece of paper. This force is not divided amongst the number of pieces of paper he has under his control. In addition to this he can alter the paper's shape as well as create and even change images upon the paper to whatever he desires. The only thing he cannot do is change the physical properties of paper. Paper is still paper, complete with all it's strengths and all it's weaknesses.

- Knowledge Conduction

Rick is able to read the entirety of any book or any other written article simply by touching it. With a simple touch all information contained upon the paper will be absorbed into his mind instantly. The drawback to this power is that the more information he absorbs the greater it strains his mind. If he absorbs too much information at once he stands a risk of passing out. Typically he'll need to wait for several minutes to let his mind relax after absorbing the knowledge of a regularly sized book. Still considerably faster than the time it would take to actually read one.

- Inscribe Magic

Rick has the ability to create scrolls and other magical parchments capable of unleashing magical effects by triggering the runes imprinted on said parchment. Able to tap into a vast well of various magics Rick can imprint these spells upon various parchments in the form of magical runes. Upon creation of the scroll Rick designates the methods and/or events required to activate said scroll, activating the spell stored within. The only limits to what spells are able to be etched onto paper are that Rick must know and understand the spell he's writing and that Rick must also have the capacity to cast said spell. People other than Rick can use the scrolls/parchments so long as they understand how to activate them.

Special Ability: Unknown

Equipment: His clothes, Multiple pens and pencils, A pocket protector, A flashlight, His wallet, His cell phone, A roll of clear tape, A clip board and his saber.
Minor Skills: He is very steady handed and accurate to boot. He knows a great deal about magic and can utilize a variety of spells. He is trained in saber combat, a style which he is quite deadly in thanks to his fast wits and precise thrusts. He is also nimble, able to dodge fast using his thin frame to his advantage.

~ Statistics ~

Willpower: EX
Faith: S+
Mana Capacity: EX
Magickal Proficiency: A-
Physical Competence: C+

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: The Warriors of Divine Light.
Rank: B Rank/ Lower 2nd Class.
Class: Offensive Magic.
Title: N/A
Loyalty Level: 6/10 - The ends justify the means... To an extent.

~ Miscellaneous ~

Biography/History:

- Notes regarding Rick Brackwall -

Enclosed Incident Photo

"When they found him he had been sitting at the kitchen table. A gun was sitting on the table top. The rest of his family was found dead. It appeared to be a multiple suicide. His left eye was bleeding profusely. It was later discovered to be a knife wound.

As the event had tripped the radar agents had been dispatched to locate the child, observe the situation and act from there. They determined it best to extract the child and take him back to headquarters. We had him taken to get his eye healed. They did their best but some staining and scarring remained.

Over the years he's adapted quite well to life at the WDL. He puts forth a great effort to better himself both scholastically and in weapons training. His greatest weakness thus far appears to be his strength. He applies his mind well and has decent cardio however he could use to build more muscle. Despite that drawback he's quite well suited to the tasks ahead."

- End of notes -

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Omnivore

This was the place. At least, it looked like the place. That's what it said on G-Maps.

From atop a building beside the bar she looked down at the site where the meeting was meant to take place. It definitely wasn't much to look at. All of this really left her wondering why they couldn't of just held a video conference. Heck, even an IM chatroom would of been preferred. This was just... Awkward. Not really her fashion either. Public places where killing normies left right and center were frowned upon were no fun.

She kept a low profile, making sure her body was below the line where people on the sidewalk could see past the left of the rooftop she was on. For particularly public outings like this she wore a ghost outfit, a big white tarp with two holes cut out for eyes, over her regular clothes. People were much less likely to scream at an out-of-season trick-or-treater as opposed to a metal killing machine. That is, if people saw her. She was definitely big on cutting down on living witnesses or just living normies for that matter.

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Looking at the bar she switched her normal vision into thermal vision. She could count each body which occupied the joint currently as well as spot any other sources of heat in the location as well, such as the radiator. This didn't give her an exact idea on who these people where but it did let her know just how many were already there. There were always other ways though.

People walking on sidewalks always had that funny habit of looking forwards, rarely ever surveying their surrounded and even less commonly looking up. With a quick glance over to make sure nobody had seen her she made a quick leap from her roof to the bar's roof. Given how close the buildings were to each other the jump was as easy as scrolling through a log. Over the alley the fleeting white specter passed over, the faint silvery edges of her foot claws just barely peeking past the winding tarp.

Tictic, tic.

The sound of her landing was faint, like a fork tapping against a dining table. As quiet as it was hearing it from on top of the roof below the ceiling the sound was virtually non-existent. City building were great for getting by unnoticed thanks to their dull square designs. Out on the roof of the bar she could sit right in the middle and be impossible to see from below. She went behind the rooftop access door and sat in it's shadow so she'd be concealed from helicopters and such.

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From her pocket she produced a cell phone, remarkably clean of blood given what she had done to it's owner. In the darkness below the tarp the glow of the screen illuminated the deadly trap her mouth was opening, a cord slithering out from it's socket. All but one of the prongs at the head of the socket folded in. With the remaining prong it plugged into the headphone socket. It connected their systems and Omnivore swiftly overrode the previous system, leaving the phone at it's complete mercy to use however desired. Omnivore never desired to have wireless signal capabilities because having such things available all the time left their system exposed to remote hacking attempts but occasionally using an external device for such means was no big deal. Once it was done it could just devour the phone for parts, an added treat.

Now she recognized the presence of one agent's cell phone but the other she was less acquainted with. She found it amusing how few normies bother taking their cell phone's batteries out. It's as if they don't know that their phones can be remotely turned on and made into a simple listening device. It was child's play bypassing the ring tone and going straight into the call, muting her phone's audio input so he couldn't hear any noise coming into his phone on her end.

As far as Agent Rutabaga would be concerned his phone would be just as he left it. There wasn't even a |Call In Progress| message since Omnivore suppressed it. All that was left was for Anny to sit back and listen in on the meeting she was technically attending in a sense.

A Tale of Seven Children

@EchoicChamber@Dark Light

Just to add some more detail on that first point it should be noted that the story's main focus is the seven children. That is not to say that scenes cannot happen with their omission but should they move the primary setting and focus follows.

A Tale of Seven Children

I can confirm my interest. Not as much of a surprise for some than it is for others.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Here's an agent. Do with him as you please.

Mister Person

Mister Person.

Obviously that is not his real name.

Person is what some might call old fashioned. The reason is not due to any particular dislike of what's new but rather he holds himself to an old standard of what an assassin was. To him the idea of getting into sword duels and fighting off groups of men is abhorrent. Even the slightest trace of one's presence at the scene of a murder is a failure in his eyes. To fight is the role of the fighter. To lay waste to armies of men is a warrior's creed. For him the ideal kill is one that's never seen, a clean murder with no trails leading to or from the victim. The only things his clients need to know is that the deed is done and the amount of money they owe.

He's had his hands in the UAA's business for quite some time. He's never submitted himself to the ranking system since he deems it demeaning to his trade but he's held a lot of influence and power within the association all the same. He's recently formed a small team which he's unofficially sponsored as their "Agent". To those for who it matters he's acting as an agent to a small team of what he calls "hyper-killers". For everyone else this agent with a box over his head just kind of waltz in from absolute obscurity and is now running a team that's gunning for the top ranks. Who he is is completely unknown to most.

There are plenty of rumors about him however. The UAA is anything but cuddly and many have wanted the steal the sway he holds. He's used multiple methods of dispatching would-be killers, a truly dizzying variety of methods to be precise. There are stories from the best of those who've made attempts on his life that he is immortal, simply returning again with mild injuries after being killed.

The only certainty is that no one knows who or what he is.

Kenja no Isan

Thessir

"You don't have to pretend. I know what real madness looks like. I'll introduce you to my older brother someday and you can take notes,"

Thessir looked up at what little of the strange fish lady who introduced herself in a name much too superfluous he could see past the rim of his hat. He'd just call her Miss Seventhfourth for short.

"I'm not pretending to be mad."

He answered back in what was servicable Sirenian, largely coming across as a series of whistles and clicks to those not versed in the aquatic language. While not a full polyglot Thessir's had plenty of run-ins with interesting folk from just about everywhere.

Meanwhile the one lady was trying to out-dog the dog while the big bird lady made a flap and spoke of arrows which sing. All of it mattered little as the true host arrived, at least that's what she sounded like. The strange hooded lady spoke to the lot of them, speaking of a university of sorts. What was interesting was that her voice seemingly surrounded them. Perhaps it wasn't around them at all but rather inside them? More interesting however were the implications of her words. She spoke of former sages, those figures of hype and legend.

Thessir strode over to the fountain, wind mingling with the tail of his coat, and set his left boot up upon the lip of the fountain.

"Alaz! Ourrr venerrrable hozt makez herrr appearanziz!"

He proclaimed, leaning on the fountain with his foot. With a wry grin he lifted the edge of his hat with the index finger of his right hand, lifting up enough to see her now revealed face, well, somewhat revealed. She wore a veil but it didn't really cover the more telling of features such as her horns or unearthly eyes.

"Zzzo," He opened, engaging the stranger stranger with talk. "Out weeth thee old, een weeth the new hm? I havel but a szimple queztion." He gestured to her with the hand not currently holding up his hat as he asked.

"Dead, Gone or zzimply tirrred of a dayz work are they?"

Kenja no Isan

Thessir

When three was one, one became four, became two.

Two became three, became five. Five became many.

Yikes. Too many in Thessir's opinion. Who invited a school of fish to this tea party? He wondered. He looked all around him, his face shrouded as she scanned about. He could only see them all from the waist down due to the rim of his hat however most of what they could see was hat past the collar. Looking under would provide only a vague silhouette of his head thanks to the shroud of darkness such a big hat provided. Those who were looking for it would just barely be able to make out his cheshire grin.

His shoulders were relaxed. The wind playfully mingled with his dark mop of hair. His coat swayed with the breeze. The sunlight was anemic, hardly shining the cloud covered skies of this land. It was as if even the sun could see the scars of the corruption still fresh on the land just outside this little fenced off place. It was a dim day, the air cool against his skin. It was cooler than he liked, than what he was now used to.

He saw a lot of somebodies but the certain somebody who he was here to meet was sure nobody among the somebodies around, as far as he could see that is. At the very least the elfin bloke answered his query.

"I'm sorry, I don’t follow... the name’s Lydrim, how should I address you?"

Thessir leaned forward, more than he was anyways, and cocked his head slightly with an expression of mock confusion for what little of it they could see right then under his hat.

"Aa... Drezs? I um, I can, ah, drezs myzelfez juzt fine, thankz."

Thessir punctuated the end of his joke with a short uncertain chuckle. He then stuck his leg out straight and turned like a weathervane. Falling forward a bit he landed with an odd thunk from his big brown boot before dragging his other leg under him 'till he was standing straight once more. He was now facing the rest of them.

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"Hyello."

He greeted them. "Hyolo" He greeted them again, differently this time. "He'll low."

"Hellohellohellohelohelohellhellhellhell!O!"

He flung his arms out to each side, greeting each and everyone at once. All the while he had not raised his head, not enough to see their chests and higher past his hat's rim. As suddenly as it happened he dropped his arms to his side and started over towards the onyx building, teetering from left to right and back with each step he took. He looked up at it, taking in the sight of this relatively short structure.

"Neat Ztuff." He remarked, followed by a pause.

"It'z almozt az eef thyiz garden eezn't completely empty!"

What followed could only really be described as maniacle cackling. He laughed way harder at his own joke than any joke warranted. Wrapping his arms around himself he held his sides, his chorus of laughter bordering on the absurd. While his sentiment was true it really wasn't THAT funny, even to him.

But he would laugh. The real joke was yet to be played. With his head forward as he cackled his hat was leaned so that while they could only see the back of his head he could look and see them in full. He cast what was both a brief and secretive glance behind him, gauging the reactions of the crowd at his back before turning back to resume his character. The laughter died down and there he simply stood, head down and arms hanging limply at his sides.