A Lowly Wretch

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Al

Smash! Crash! Crunch!

The sounds of his legs and fists crushing stone and steel alike was a constant throughout the ongoing struggle that was this battle. With a brisk sweat running down his brow he suddenly heard a loud inhuman voice call out from one of the entrances.

A large reddish grey demon looking guy with a big club was floating in towards the center of the arena. He had said something in Japanese which, of course, Al couldn't understand a lick of. From everything he had seen this guy clearly had to be the ringleader or something to this whole mess of statue men.

Just as the floating guy was about to fly into a long speech in Japanese about something Al turned, yanking his fist from the middle of a statue man's chest and pointing directly at the large guy.

"Hey!" He shouted at the horned fiend before he could even get through a sentence of what he was trying to say.

"Shaddap!"

Wasting no time Al leapt from the stands, his feat cracking the concrete beneath them and sending a cloud of dust & pebbles up from his launch. In a fairly straight arc Al soared at the demon looking thing with his elbow straight out in front of him. He was going to try and clock the horny bastard with a diving elbow drop with the idea of catching the fat dork off-guard since he was gabbing away.

It was far from a fool-proof plan.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Apologies on the delay on releasing what was a relatively short post. I do find activity tends to travel in packs. In the future I should hope to respond earlier than this but it has been an oddly busy time rp wise currently.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Daisy

So it seemed the woman was quite enthusiastic. She mostly remained quiet and nodded along, even after being silenced by her... Servant? It wasn't quite clear what the woman and the other being's relationship was at that time. Daisy's own company had stayed quite still by her side, his lantern casting it's unearthly pale blue light upon the immediate area they stood within. Despite not moving much his cloak flowed with an unfelt wind, continuously shifting but never exposing what laid beneath.

"I see." Daisy's face exposed little to no reaction, even as she responded. Thinking on the matter if the girl did know a fair bit of this world and the festival in particular it might be beneficial to at least extract a bit of information from her before they'd part ways.

"I can see you are... Knowledgeable of this land. As I am new to this land myself I find I... Don't have a real idea of where to start. Forgive my peaceful interrogation but would you be able to provide me a few details regarding the land or perhaps even this festival itself?"

She glanced to the crowd but saw not the fears she recalled from those that had tried to sneak by earlier. It's no use She consigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to be able to follow up on such characters until later if at all. She hadn't much tangible purpose to do so but any desire to left her conscious mind as she returned her attention to the talkative one.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Got Thessir's response up. He certainly does tend to carry out discussions under rather turbulent situations with fair frequency it seems.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Thessir

Well, things certainly weren't going his way today.

Just as he believed himself to be rid of the nuisance barring him from proceeding onward to the markets a wild holler drew his attention back to the blonde fool who proceeded to ram into him. In an attempt to dodge Thessir had only managed to turn his back to his new attacker before he was thrown to the ground, his aggressor promptly landing upon him thereafter.

"Hey now! There's little need to-" Thud. The brutish human had grabbed him by the head and drove his face into the floor quite brusquely. As his head was lifted back up he caught sight of another fellow not too far away, a sort who carried himself like a fighter though he was scantily clad with nary a weapon in immediate sight. Then again he wasn't exactly combing over anyone's appearances while his head was being used to pave the cobblestones.

"Hello sir! As you- ow- can see I am currently in a rough- ow- spot, so to say. Could you perhaps- ow- help me sort this out? The guards don't seem- ow- too interistid in helping right now for some reason." He called out to the Beastkin passerby, his humble request punctuated with repeated thuds as his head was continuously hammered upon the ground. He wasn't aware of what happened to the guards yet so he made no assumptions that they'd help or not and simply left his focus on the beastkin fellow instead.

He didn't want to resort to offering any sort of reward right off the bat in case the guy happened to just be a good samaritan who'd help for free but it wasn't like he wouldn't sweeten the deal if it came to that. He was mostly hoping to get out of this without having to resort to any more magic since he was still mending over the skin lost from the last fight. Last thing he needed was to have his flesh become shadows whilst the setting sun's rays had yet to dwindle. Compared to that these head slams would equate to fervent tickles, annoying but a fair distance off from the pain it's light would bring him.

Yeah, he figured it was best to just let someone else help him deal with it the old-fashioned way.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Sounds all good by me.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Thessir

So it would seem they would contact him later with the date of his next match. Having little more than a night or possibly less to recover was not an attractive thought to him but it was what it was. He wasn't going to cry over it, especially not over a bottle of healing solution which he nursed as he walked.

You know, why do I even bothir walking? I could just be in the city marketplace in a near instant! It's a little silly that I'm just strolling on over when I could save so much time-

He was so deep in thought that he wasn't even aware of the scene he walked in on before he was stuck right in the middle of it. Having been just shuffling along, one hand in his coat pocket and the other clutching the bottle to his lips, he looked up with some surprise when someone spoke his name aloud.

"Wha, who?" He looked around with confusion before finally landing his eyes upon the speaker, the tall blonde human who was speaking at him.

"We got to have second chances right? One loss doesn't have to be out of the tournament, right? I wasn't even at my best! I have the right to be back in the tournament!"

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... Nope, he was drawing all blanks as to who this guy was. Couldn't match a name to this face for the life of him.

"Well, um..." He had to think quick! A response was needed or else he would need to straight up flee this conversation and that got people talked about. He remembered the last time he did that he created some buzz amidst the Academy rumor cycle. He had to lay low for a good while 'till that died down just to be able to pick up books without drawing numerous stares from all around. Bloody gawkers the lot.

His brain hit it's stride however, conjuring up what he believed was a witty comment to inject into this dilemma he was stuck in.

"Why, of course we always have second chances." He swaggered over by the young man, leaning in a bit with a wry grin. "You just need to wait a year first." Leaning on his forward heel he spun behind the guy upon his feet like a door swinging wide open. Using the momentum he kicked off into a strut, walking with his back to them all.

"Anyhow, Et is time for shopping!" He attempted to dismiss himself without too much fuss. With all that said and done he set back into a forward slouch, his mouth sinking back into a miserable frown. He needed to make it down to the market place before it closed so he could buy ingredients to make poisons for his next fights and the hours these fights were taking place in were far from kind to him given his ordinarily nocturnal schedule.

"Bloody day-walkirs, putting events right in the middle of day time." He muttered, his exposed under-layers of skin sticking to his shirt in patches while he drained another sip of his healing potion and continued to shuffle his feet listlessly along the dry cobbled stone road.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

I have made my post. Future posts of mine should experience far less delay fortunately.

The Gray Garden: A Crow's Revenge

Daisy

"Good Evening, and welcome. You showed up just in time, the festivities are just about to begin. Oh, if I were to make a suggestion, you probably already smelled it, but a resident of our village here should already have made some of her famous apple pies, you should head over to her stand."

Daisy nodded, listening to their greeter's welcome. She was suddenly distracted as two figured slipped by the two of them. Looking aside to those that slipped them by her eyes followed not their backs but their fears as they sifted into the crowd and out of sight, at least from others. She was about to ask who those might of been but an older looking woman approached, merrily inquiring about her.

"Ooooo, what do we have here? Oh oh oh, your a witch aren't you? I've never seen or felt magic like yours. It feels strange, but also strong. I use barrier magic, what's your magic called?"

Daisy looked down at her feet, trying not to let her gaze drift above to the fears attached to her.

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"My magic is... A form of summoning magic." She answered hesitantly, somewhat uncomfortable with her directness. She overlapped her hands in front of her, concealing each within the combined sleeves of both. This was largely to conceal the fact her hands were fidgeting a bit with discomfort. She took a step back, buying herself more personal space before looking up to the caster before her. She made a conscious effort not to let her eyes drift too far up lest she be caught staring above her without visible cause.

"If I may ask, are you a local?" She inquired, breaking the standing silence between them that was almost notable. She sounded composed but it was a mask. She was far less comfortable with this than the magician before her was, something she'd rather suffer for over letting the truth be known.

Eschaton (In need of roleplayers~!)

Here are my characters.

Miseri

I. Physical and Mental Profiles

I. Physical Profile.

Name: Miseri.
Physical Age: Variable.
True Age: As old as the concept of misery.
Gender: Female.
Race: Demon.
Subspecies: Spirit of Sadness.
Description:

Appearance

In her most common form Miseri is most frequently described as "Eerie". While being a facsimile of a human her appearance is highly unearthly. She has eyes which are far larger than normal, no nose and a lipless slit for a mouth. Her skin is paler than snow and her face only really varies between two states of emotion. When disinterested she appears gloomy and bored, her eyes half lidded and often looking off rather than concentrating on anything in particular. When she is interested in something her large dark eyes will fixate on it unblinkingly. She neither smiles nor frowns, only ever maintaining a listless neutral expression.

Physically her common form has the consistency of a marshmallow. While her body maintains a similar stiffness she possesses no bones, her entire mass consisting entirely of a homogeneous soft white substance. She holds no blood, no bones, no bile or even brains for that matter. Her body is unicolor and soft no matter how deep one digs. It doesn't even seem like the laws of physics hold any sway over her form as her body operates very similarly to that of a ghost. Her feet do not touch the ground as she simply flies freely about, her limbs can twist and distort however she wishes, she can pass through walls and even disconnect from parts of herself at any time. Parts separated from her will simply float in the direction they were last moving until they simply fade away. Her dress conforms to neither the flow of the wind nor the pull of gravity, simply swaying whichever way she wishes it to.

II. Mental Profile.

Personality:

The name Miseri is more than just a creatively derivative stage name. It is one letter away from being quite literally the very thing she is made of.

There is nothing in the world that brings her joy. She lives in sorrow and her only motive is to wallow in the sorrows of others. To feed on sadness is her sole purpose, everything else serving as simply a means to that end. Despite being an entity founded upon a single emotion to serve as the fiber to her being she is not without preferences. While accustomed to servitude she definitely doesn't care for it, much preferring to pursue her own interests. In addition she holds herself to a certain code of conduct that she takes very strictly.

When at work her dependability varies based on how concerned she is with the nature of her job. If she feels she's serving only the needs of others she'll be quite lackadaisical, doing only as much as she must and frequently letting her interests in another's despair steal her attention away. When her job directly benefits herself in either the short-term and/or long-term she'll behave far more professionally, becoming far more serious and goal-oriented. Regardless of the nature of her business however she is always quite muted in personality, soft spoken and calm like a quiet whisper upon a still lake. No matter whether she's bored and disinterested or fascinated with someone she's always soft-spoken, never raising her voice or acting out in big displays.

Likes:

Sadness, the essence of her existence.
Rain which falls like tears from the sky.
Grey clouds which hide the sun away, bathing the land in pallid light.
Cold winds and snow which leech the warmth of happiness all the way down from the very bones of it's victims.
Autumn, the season of fading to remind that life too must inevitably reach it's end.
Tears, saline born of sadness not unlike Miseri herself.
Ruins which serve as painful inspiration for much of the lingering grief that remains.
Hide & Seek. She's always seeking yet she always chooses to hide.
Freedom with which to seek out even greater forms of despair.
Company, the one thing Miseri loves.

In truth she likes nothing but she favors these above other things.

Dislikes:

Happiness, her antithesis.
Sunshine which brings joy and vibrance to the land.
Spring, The season that brings hope and love to all but herself.
Optimists, those who would turn a blind eye to the woes of the world.
Smiles of joy or mirth.
Warmth that brings comfort and happiness to it's subjects.
Fools who aren't able to get the job done.
Those that would steal away her freedom for their own ends.
Solitude for sadness has no meaning if there is no one to feel it.

Fears:

Having her soul devoured by another demon.
Her sister.

Hobbies: Spying on others & Contemplating how best to depress.

Secrets?: "Any unspoken truth is just a secret waiting to be unkept."

Outlook on life: "I weep for each leaf that passes on from the tree but never more than I weep for the future of the tree itself for it is dying."

Affiliation: The Benefactor.

Moral Alignment: True Neutral.

III. Statistics.

Willpower: S+.
Faith: EX.
Mana Capacity: Variable.
Magickal Proficiency: Z.
Physical Competence: E.

II. Innate Abilities

I. Active Abilities.

Unknown.

II. Passive Abilities.

Unknown.

III. Boundary.

Yes.

III. Acquired Magick

I. Acquired Magick.

Detect Magic {Z} (Instant): This spell allows the caster to see all magic that is not concealed with a masking spell that is more powerful than Detect Magic Z.

Analyze Magic {Z} (Instant): This spell allows the caster to learn all the properties of any spell that is rank Z or lower. Only works on a single spell of the caster's choice per cast.

Ward vs Scrying {Z} (Ward): This warding spell protects the caster from magic used to detect and/or remotely view them. The amount of magic this ward is able to negate is proportionate to the amount of mana invested in it upon casting. Lasts for a duration determined upon casting. Mana cost escalates in proportion to the duration determined.

Ward vs Demonology {Z} (Ward): This warding spell protects the caster from arcane magic tailored specifically to effect demons. The amount of magic this ward is able to negate is proportionate to the amount of mana invested in it upon casting. The duration is determined upon casting, increasing the mana cost even further in proportion to the duration that is set.

IV. Acquired Skills

I. Acquired Skills.

Unknown.

V. Familiars

None.

VI. Equipment.

A Soul Trap.

VII. Biography.

I. Biography.

While Miseri was not the first spirit to be born of pure sadness she wasn't far off.

Little is known of Miseri's past. She's seen many eras past, the rises and falls of many kingdoms past. Being a more passive creature she's largely gone unnoticed by the forces that be. It was only in recent times when she was forced into the service of a particularly ambitious young demon that she started rising to greater notability amidst the demonic hierarchy. After the demon's death she was once again free to continue living on as usual.

And then the apocalypse happened.

It was a rough time for her. Humanity was rife with despair but with so many demons loose she had to stay hidden so she didn't end up getting caught in the conflict. While a being as ancient as herself had plenty of essence to sustain herself for a very long time being unable to freely sample people's woes at her leisure bothered her greatly. When the humans started seeking shelter in magically protected cities it was starting to look like she might actually run out of places to find nourishment. In the long term starvation was a real possibility. Then The Benefactor approached her with an offer.

Now she works towards a common goal.

VIII. Miscellaneous.

I. Other Information.

Despite holding a Z in Magickal Proficiency Miseri holds little interest in magic for the most part. She only learns spells that are strictly necessary for her continued operation in an ever evolving world.
Her sister is named Anodyne. Much less is known about her.

Geppetto

I. Physical and Mental Profiles

I. Physical Profile.

Name: Geppetto.
Physical Age: N/A.
True Age: 30.
Gender: Nope.
Race: Demon.
Subspecies: Puppet.
Description:

Typically 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

II. Mental 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 capacity for manipulation.

That's not to say he isn't aware of some hard truths. Living in hell and surviving through the apocalypse as one of his strength meant knowing his own relative 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.

Since humanity's final days had dawned on them he's mellowed out a bit. It's not to say he's had any dampening for his love of explosions but with how much everything's been ruined he's eased up on his love of destruction for destruction's sake. Murder and mayhem have given way to purpose and grit in this dark new age of mankind.

Likes:

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

Dislikes:

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

Fears:

- Demon Lords and any demon significantly stronger than him.
- Having his past ratted out to those he's trying to impress.
- Loneliness.

Hobbies:

- Coming up with evil yet impractical schemes.
- Playing with guns and explosives.
- Watching movies.
- Making new bodies for himself.

Secrets?: While it's not private knowledge down in hell he tries to keep a firm lid on his history.
Outlook on life: "The whole world can't be wrong, right? Then I just gotta convince the whole world I'm the best!"
Affiliation: The Benefactor.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

III. Statistics.

Willpower: B.
Faith: C.
Mana Capacity: B.
Magickal Proficiency: D.
Physical Competence: D.

II. Innate Abilities

I. Active Abilities.

Smuggler's Pockets {B}: On any outfit Geppetto wears he will always have pockets. These pockets may operate like normal pockets when used by anyone else but he is able to use them to reach into a personal sub-space storage to retrieve items of choice. His pockets when active are able to stretch out to the circumference of a sewer manhole cover and can hold up to a shipping container's worth of occupied space.

Master of Disguise {B}: This ability grants him the power to conjure forth any disguise he wishes. The disguises come with clothing, makeup, fake prosthesis and props. The props only function to mimic their real counterparts in aesthetic. He can don these disguises instantly, spinning in a blur before quickly appearing in his disguise of choice.

A Gifted Doll's Transience {S}: Given the conditions behind his animation Geppetto possesses the ability to leave his body and inhabit a new one provided the new body is intact enough and has no soul of it's own. Upon leaving his former body it will de-animate, becoming just as lifeless as it was before he took it up. The body he moves to must be humanoid in shape for him to be able to properly control it. If the new body he moves to is enchanted with magic the magic must be weaker than his mana capacity or it will bar his entry. If the magic has a will of it's own the mind that drives the body will be decided by whichever one of them has the highest willpower. The party with the weaker willpower will be rendered incapable of thought until the body is destroyed at which point his soul will be disentangled from the magic and vice versa.

II. Passive Abilities.

Reassembly Liner {A}: Given the nature of his existence he can replace parts of his body with most non-living materials with fair ease. If he loses an arm he can reconnect it and it will resume functioning like before. Regardless of material it will animate no differently than his original 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. The more damaged a limb becomes the less effectively it will perform.

III. Boundary.

No.

III. Acquired Magick

I. Acquired Magick.

None.

IV. Acquired Skills

I. Acquired Skills.

Gunnery {C}: His aim has gotten a bit better since the supposed end of mankind.

Heavy Weapons Training {B}: He's had plenty of time to figure out how to operate most heavy weaponry.

Electronics {C}: He knows a thing or too about wiring, especially for bombs.

Demolitions {A}: Even in his relatively short lifetime he's got more experience on both the delivering end and receiving end of most explosives than pretty much everyone.

Stunt Driving {C}: After suffering more crashes than an entire football stadium's worth of drunk motorcyclists he's learned a thing or two on how to survive his own reckless driving a bit better.

Disguise {C}: His problem isn't so much the accuracy of his costumes but rather how crazy the role he's trying to sell is for a majority of the time.

Puppet Craft {S+}: His talent for crafting things like puppet and doll bodies is remarkable. He's got the touch of a real doll maker in him.

V. Familiars

None.

VI. Equipment.

I. Weaponry.

(Pending.)

II. Vehicles and Constructs.

(Pending.)

III. Miscellaneous.

(Pending.)

VII. Biography.

I. Biography.

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.

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.

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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 ashamed. 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.

VIII. Miscellaneous.

I. Other Information.

Geppetto's Theme