AGenericUser

A Tale of Seven Children

Framed against the setting sun, a solitary man with an enormous blade slung over his shoulder walked, a calm expression on his scarred face – and crimson red scarf flowing in the wind. He knew not where he was headed, yet he simply followed wherever the roads lead him. And today, it seemed that the road lead him to none other than Rome – a famed city with an absolutely incredible wealth of history behind it.

Catching sight of the city from afar, the man with the giant sword grinned slightly and stopped in place, holding his blade against the ground to act as a support. It was truly a sight to behold, the city of Rome – at least, the lone wanderer certainly thought so, for his eyes were transfixed on the city. However, the red-haired man began to speak. This was despite the fact that nobody was nearby, however.

“I knew this day would come!” The scarfed man, utilizing his free hand, posed dramatically, an open palm held a slight distance away from his face, his eyes taking in the visage of the famed city Rome. “Rome is a land of the greatest heroes and grand sweeping tales of adventure… it’s only fitting that destiny itself would lead adventure and heroism given form - I, Strife Firegaze, here!” A few more minutes of admiring the city passed until the man with the giant blade, Strife Firegaze, lifted said sword up onto his shoulder once again, ceased his posing, and continued following the path. Though, several thoughts ran throughout his head, which he saw fit to say aloud – once again, his words were to nobody else in particular – Strife simply communicated his thoughts to himself. This time around, his thoughts were focused on the fact that he was heading to Rome - and an old saying about roads.

“They say ‘All roads lead to Rome’… but that’s clearly untrue, now that I think about it.” Strife Firegaze uttered, as he moved his finger to his chin, pondering the legitimacy of that saying, while he continued travelling the road to Rome. “Some roads lead away from Rome. If I walked this path backwards, it wouldn’t be leading to Rome. I reckon the people who made that phrase are a bunch of goobers. It only took me a minute or two to disprove it.”

A few moments passed, but as it turned out, Strife Firegaze wasn’t done pondering this topic, as his mind drifted back onto that lingering question. Yet, at that moment… with a shocked gasp, the red-headed swordsman dropped his blade onto the ground, as he fell to his knees in a dramatic fashion. There was an audible thud as his legs collided with the ground below. “Ack! This is simply inconceivable How could I, mighty Strife Firegaze have forgotten such a fact?! The Earth is one colossal path that dwarfs the mightiest of Giants, the tallest of towers – a path that each and every one of us as human beings carve! For that path is our destinies! And if I see a fate I don’t like – then I’ll take up the legendary blade…! The Omeeeeega Cleaaaaver of… the Faaaaaates! He called out, raising his green blade into the air with both hands. Strife Firegaze spoke this with a grin – clearly impressed with his own words. There was no doubt in his mind that these words would inspire even people drowning in despair, for the sheer flame of Strife Firegaze’s passion burned bright! Brighter than the fury of ten suns! Or at least, in his mind, it did. Nonetheless, the scarred-and-scarfed man pulled himself to his feet, and in no time at all, continued following his path – the road that lead to Rome. Strife knew not what awaited him in Rome, but that only added to the allure for the wandering swordsman. It was the mystery, the uncertainty of adventure that drew Strife in. One never knew what would come next – and that revved Strife’s engine, so to speak.

In the dead time that passed as Strife walked closer and closer to Rome, he began thinking about various topics, though their importance or relevance was rather arguable. His mind drifted over to legendary weapons - specifically, Excalibur. “They speak of another ancient blade… none other than the blade from the Arthurian tales, wielded by King Arthur himself in the history books – Excalibur! Someday, I will find it – and I will wield the divine powers of both blades! Double the swords... double the power!” Strife bellowed, once again to nobody, though he was looking down at his emerald pendant, the so-called ‘Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power’ as he spoke this. Shortly thereafter, he placed a hand onto it. “Actually, I don't need a wimpy blade like that, when I've got all I need, right here! All I need is my sword and my amulet. And together… our power transcends the very stars themselves!”

Strife immediately began pointing forth towards Rome in an over the top style.

“We’ll take destiny into our big, strong, hands! For I am Striiiiife Fiiiregaaaaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!” Strife was close enough to Rome to see what appeared to be a citizen of Rome, clad in a blue shirt, looking at him with a quizzical expression, seemingly a glare. Strife took notice of this, but paid it no mind. Hey, he was enjoying himself! He wasn't going to let some fella put a damper on his day!

And with that, Strife Firegaze entered Rome, his heart itching for adventure, excitement, his passion burning like the most raging of infernos! Who knows what would await in Rome, for the mightiest, the strongest of heroes, Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames? Who knew what the future would hold for the self-proclaimed legendary hero. But one thing was certain... he couldn't wait.

Cute Kids Fighting Big Wars

@Genni @OliveYou

I was a little late to respond, but thanks for the feedback! Originally I answered the questions about Kai, and I would post them here - but I'm thinking that I might make another character sheet from scratch, with all that advice in mind. I'll trim out stuff like the discs - looking back, they're real unnecessary. Of course, that's if I make the same character again.

I should be able to get this revised sheet in fairly soon. Hopefully.

Cute Kids Fighting Big Wars

@Genni

Thanks for the questions! I knew I'd miss a few things, so I'll elaborate on those. And sorry about all these issues in my form, and if some things here don't make sense. Wrote this post pretty late, so I'm a little out of it.

Class System: My bad on this - I probably should've went a bit more into detail. While his appearance would change, I feel like it would be limited to armour and equipment, depending on the class, while his physical body underneath stays the same. As for how they enhance Kai's abilities, I feel like it'd be closer to the second suggestion you stated there, that it pushes his body further in terms of ability, allowing him to run faster in a move-oriented class, or take more hits in a defense-oriented node... though, of course, not to such a degree that he'd outshine anyone who specializes in either of those abilities.

On the topic of wings and gills, if he can create a gun, I guess those would be possible and maybe even fitting for an Adaption focused Birthed, but I'm not sure if that would be making him too powerful. Though, if he wanted to use gills or wings, he'd have to switch to an appropriate Class equipped with either, provided he has enough time to switch.

Nanoweapons: In each of his classes, Kai has a set weapon or weapons. In the class in his sheet, he's only capable of using a sword and a gun in that class. If he wants to reform his weapons into something else, he'd have to wait ten seconds to shift into another class. In terms of what weapons the Nanoweapons could become: I'd imagine it mostly being ordinary weapons like swords, axes, lances, bows, the like, along with a few more uncommon ones like boomerangs and even staves. I could make a list, if needed.

Nanos: Yeah, his excess nanites can be depleted via this method - kind of like an ammo system, now that I think about it. Bullet nanobots can be recovered and reduced to regular old nanobots, though they regenerate over time... very slowly, though. I'll address these in an edit, sorry about that.

Personalities: I might actually get rid of this whole 'configurable personalities' part - now that I look back, it's a little unnecessary. But, yeah, the original concept was that a new personality would be added, and someone would be able to forcibly swap Kai between them, depending on how they're feeling. Though, this detail ended up being more or less Adaption Unit flavour text, now that I look at it. Not sure if I'll keep it... but if I do, I might just have to go through with the bleed part.

Depending on how this goes, I might completely rework the abilities. I'm a little iffy on this set of abilities, now that I think about it - it feels a little too broad, I guess.

Also, his name was originally Kal, but I really like Kai as a name, so I think I might just have to take that up as his new name.

Cute Kids Fighting Big Wars

I've had my eye on this roleplay for a while, written a few sheets, but I think I'm finally going to post one because that's a good idea.

I'm fully expecting a glaring error though, so there's that. If there is, I'll fix it up as soon as I can. Like in particular, I'm not really sure about if the abilities are alright, for one. If they aren't, I'll fix those too.

If you have a problem with his nanobot hair then I have a problem with you and that's that

Kal Riers - Adaption Unit

Picture:
Age: 16
Height: 5’6
Weight: 119.2 (Varies, depending on Class)
Eye Colour: Black
Hair Colour: Blue
Gender: Male
Role: Birthed
Interests: Books, discovery, children's entertainment programs
Personality:

Kal, as the self-proclaimed ‘youngest’ of the group, is very, very impressionable, fittingly enough for someone whose whole schtick is Adaption. One particular schtick of his is trying to incorporate elements of what others do into himself. For instance, if someone he knows has a catchphrase… he might even begin to say it.

Kal isn’t good with emotions, in any sense of the word, especially regarding showing them. He has trouble reading other’s emotions unless they’re blindingly obvious. As for Kal himself, he’s prone to saying how he feels. In particular, telling Kal jokes will not go well – as they’d likely fly right over his head.

Kal is very curious, and is keen on learning more about the world that he lives in. Unfortunately, though, Kal is also very gullible and naïve, prone to believing the most ridiculous things. It’s best to be literal with this Birthed, lest he take it completely seriously. One phrase you might want to avoid is ‘I’m dyin’ here!’

Kal heavily looks up to his brothers and sisters, along with the Mechanics who take care of them. He’s fine with doing almost anything they ask, from errands – to even having them change his appearance dramatically. Essentially, he lives to serve.

In terms of worldview – it is yet another field that Kal can prove quite naïve in. He sees the world in white and black, good and evil… and he sees he and his friends in the right. He sees little wrong with killing those who oppose him and his friends, believing that his enemies are evil.

Abilities/Weapons:

Abilities/Weapons

“I really hope I can be of use, everyone."

Combat-wise, Kal is essentially a jack of all trades, thanks to his main ability – the Class system, allowing him to tinker with his stats, and even weapon to fit the situation. While he can serve various roles, he won’t be close to matching the others in sheer effectivity in their set roles... it's in his potential versatility that he shines.

Adaption Module: Node Absorption: Kal’s main ability is the Adaption Module, which focuses on the creation of objects called Command Nodes – small, disc-like objects that hold various forms of information – which can affect various elements of his person. These discs can give Kal access to new attributes, created via code… and they can even change elements of his person outside battle, from hair and eye colour – to even his personality!

Nanoweapons: Kal’s weapon of choice is the Nanoweapon. Like the rest of Kal’s design, the Nanoweapon is designed to be highly configurable. Normally, the Nanoweapon is a small, hilt-like design attached to his shoulders. Depending on his current Configuration, the weapon will change. How the weapon functions is by transferring an excess of Nanobots in Kal’s body to the inactive Nanoweapon, the Nanobots themselves can form metal blades, hammers, shields, and even guns – which fire off other nanobots, taking the form of bullets. In total, Kal has two Nanobots – which he can either dual wield, or combine to create one larger weapon. However, Kal can only use certain weapons per Class.

Adaption Module: Class System: Kal reconfigures his body in various aspects, and begins using information from a selected Command Node in his body. Taking information from a Node designed for taking damage would allow him to withstand more damage, of course, while a Node based on speed would give him faster reactions, but weaker defences. These are Classes. Currently, Kal only has access to one, though using Command Nodes – Kal can gain more and more classes, to further augment his effectivity.

However, these Classes aren't dramatic changes. While they will change Kal's appearance, they won't allow him to say, fly, or use unlisted abilities here. His classes simply change the form of his Nanoweapons, his physical characteristics (speed, strength, the like), and appearance.

Listed below are Kal's available Classes.

- Class: Blade Gunner: Kal’s default Class Augmentation is a jack of all trades – this is his regular Class. In this form, his Nanoweapons take the form of a sword and a pistol, respectively, allowing him to damage foes from range, and up close.

Background:
“Hi. My name is ‘Kal’. I am an Adaption Unit. I am pleased to meet you.”

The Adaption Units were one of many conceptual ‘robotic human’ designs. As their name suggests, they were designed to adapt and evolve, much like various experimental AI. Progress on these units was made by a small team of hobbyists, who put in work on the project. Over the course of three years, a man known as Kal Riers within Project SKINTIGHT and his team created the very first ‘Adaption Unit’, nicknamed ‘Rojo’, which started as an emotionless person in a foreign world they didn’t understand. Over time, though, Rojo changed entirely, now capable of expressing various emotions and holding full conversations.

But that concept, fittingly enough, evolved. The Adaption Units showed potential… what if they were to become highly configurable house assistants – or if they were to become customizable weapons of war? The main draw for the new series of Adaption Units were the Command Nodes, small discs that could be inserted into an Adaption Unit to change various aspects about it, or even give it knowledge – or even commands! The plan was to release the Adaption Units, then also release Command Nodes with various information – so that buyers could upgrade their robotic new pal… for a price. And, in terms of battle, these Adaption Units were able to shape their very own Nanobots to create weaponry, while with their sheer customization – they could fill many roles on a battlefield. In concept, these were versatile soldiers, capable of many things… though not to the level as super-soldiers created via nanobots.

And before these new Adaption Units could see the light of day, they were confiscated – as SKINTIGHT was forcibly shut down. However, various documents regarding the creation of these units remained. However, the scientist Kal Riers was not seen from that day forth.

With the creation of the Project BIRTH, though, one more Adaption Unit saw the light of day. This was the Kalth Birthed, dubbed ‘Kal Riers’, in respect for the man. However, Kal found himself in a foreign, strange world… one he didn’t understand. But as an Adaption Unit should, he began to adapt to such an environment, learning various things among the way and even managing to create a personality for himself. Even today, he seeks to learn more about the world… to adapt.

Other: Kal is highly configurable! If someone wanted to, they could very well create a command node to change Kal’s hair and eye colours. How is this possible? Why, as it turns out – Kal’s hair is actually fake, and is created from an excess of nanobots! Due to this, his hair feels somewhat metallic and does not move.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Here's my character sheet I guess
I'm pretty certain there's a few glaring flaws here and there, so I'll fix them after I go to sleep and (hopefully) wake up
If I don't wake up then well that's a shame I guess?

But yeah, if there's any big issues, just tell me and I'll have them fixed up. Also said big issues are placed there intentionally to test you guys, of course. We'll go with that

Lehariel Leet

“Real world... schmeal schworld! Why the blazes would I want to go back there, when I can be here?!”

Appearance:
Admittedly I don't know the source image, but I feel it fits the character sooo
Name: Lara Rhies/Lahariel Leet
Title: (None yet)
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human
Background:
Every school has that ‘quirky kid’ – and for one particular school, that was none other than the young Lara Rhies, an eccentric troublemaker that made her peers alike guffaw, and her teachers gasp. Lara Rhies had been diagnosed with split-personality disorder… or rather, self-diagnosed, though she certainly played this split-personality business up for all its worth.

Lara was someone who sought excitement and entertainment, though she wasn’t always capable of finding it – and even when she did, it wasn’t too long before she moved on to something completely different that caught her eye. From games to books, webpages, and even sports, Lara had trouble finding that one thing – that one thing that spoke to her, and brought constant entertainment. Search as she may, that thing never seemed to show. In a vicious cycle, the young Lara would find something that caught her eye, hear about how great it was – only to be sorely disappointed to find out that she set her expectations too high.

However, when the first information on the game ‘Talrae’ was revealed, Lara found herself beside herself with excitement. It simply sounded – it simply sounded so interesting! An MMORPG? Great! A virtual reality MMORPG? Astounding, perfect! It wasn’t a mere game… it was an alternate reality, essentially another world! And if there was one thing that sounded certain to Lara… it was that Talrae was going to be an exciting place, full of interesting people. Kind of like a break from the currently boring regular world…

And so… Lara thought she’d be one of those interesting people. Not some regular old player, but a character. Playing up her eccentric traits, she created Lahariel Leet. However, when the players found that they were trapped within Talrae… Lara/Lahariel did not act with terror, nor despair… no. She was quite thrilled at this turn of events. While life-threatening, it was no doubt exciting, that was for sure. And today, Lahariel marches to the beat of her own drum, travelling throughout Talrae.

Class: Mage
Subclass: N/A

“Psh, mages are always so defenceless up close. However, I’m far from that! Well, maybe not reaaally far, but kind of far, you know what I’m sayin’?”
Health: 500
Mana: 500 (+300, because Mage.)
Strength: 6
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 9

Level: 1
Renn: 2 nickels, 2 coppers (12)
Experience: 0

Skills:
Acrobatics – 4
Axe Wielding – 6
Staff Wielding - 8
Astrology – 2
Acting - 10

Spells: “Light and dark are mere silly putty to me! The powers of them both… are under my command! Be astounded by magic most unimaginable!”

Pure Magic Discipline

Chakra Magic:

Light Discipline - "The transient power of light!"

Flash of Light:

Darkness Discipline - "Seeping darkness, beckon to my call!"

Nether Pull:

Actions: N/A, at the moment

Items: “The dark powers beyond tell me, to tell you – the best way to be prepared, is to buy good stuff, then buy random stuff with your leftover money.”
1x Wooden Wand:
1x Axe:
1x Cloth Armour:
1x Iron Ring:
1x Sleeping Bag:
2x Scrolls:
1x Ink and Quill:

A Tale of Seven Children

Finally posted this here, with a few minor changes. Almost all the quotes have been changed because why not, along with a few small additions to the backstory - they don't really change anything but add clarification to a few things. I might add a character theme or two eventually, as well, along with a few custom made pictures, if I can find the motivation in me to do that.

Strife Firegaze

“The one and the only, Strife Firegaze, stands before you! With the Omega Cleaver of the Fates and the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power... the world itself is my plaything! Doesn't that strike pitch-black, umbral fear into that heart of yours?!"

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Note: This is just a placeholder for now. I might draw up a picture for Strife, but for now, this one works - even if it's a little more serious than I aimed for.

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: Strife Firegaze (Real Name: Unknown)

Physical Age: Roughly around the twenties. Not even Strife knows his own age. The earliest age people have estimated him to be is 21, while the latest is 28. Who knows what age he really is?

True Age: Unknown

Gender: Male.

Race: Human…?

Subspecies: N/A

Description: Strife has a flowing red scarf. Strife Firegaze has a large, knife inflicted scar starting from below his right eye, to slightly above his mouth. He thinks it looks cool. Every scar has a story, though, and the story behind this one is that Strife Firegaze was beset by a knife wielding man, who he had an incredible fight with. In reality, that man… was himself, carving a ‘sick new tattoo’ for himself, so he'd look cooler.

~ Psychological Profile ~

“Heh, you want to know more about me, huh? Can't blame you... everyone does!”

Personality: People often describe Strife Firegaze as an eccentric and bombastic fellow – this is completely true, for Strife Firegaze is one strange fella indeed, who believes in all sorts of things that others may not – the main thing is that he believes his amulet and giant sword have magical powers, and that his amulet can speak to him. Not only that, but he often refers to himself by his full name, Strife Firegaze… or if you’re not lucky, he’ll address himself as ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flame, and Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’. He believes he’s an enigmatic, fearsome hero respected across the world. Not only that, but he thinks he’s really, really cool.

In battle, the thing someone’s going to notice about Strife is his attacks… in that he’s named many of his attacks with special, bombastic names, and he’s very, very prone to calling them out when he uses them. Aside from that, he’s a bit of a trash-talker, who’ll rub in his greatness to his foes. Notably, he puts his foes down less than he promotes himself…
Strife considers himself a ‘wandering hero, a free spirit!’ and often roams the world in search of interesting things. Occasionally, he’ll help out with tasks people ask of him. He’s taken a fair few cats out of trees. He’s prone to challenging people he comes across.

Unfortunately for the mighty Strife Firegaze, it’s pretty apt to call him stupid. Gullible to a fault, very reckless, and prone to overestimating his own power, which can often get the wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates into trouble. He’s prone to being defeated by his own hubris at times, leading him to particularly embarrassing defeats. It truly takes someone talented to blow themselves up with their own ability, though if asked, he’ll just say that he did it on purpose, or that he was only using a small percentage of his real power.

Likes:
+ Himself.
+ Swords.
+ His trusty Omega Cleaver of the Fates and Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. He sleeps with these.
+ Sweet-tasting things.
+ Soda.
+ Fights.
+ Winning.
+ Travelling.
+ His special moves.
+ Calling out his special moves in battle.
+ Fancy titles for himself.

Dislikes:
- People who can’t put up with him.
- Losing.
- Loss of objects.
- Ranged weaponry.
- Criminals.
- Ranged weaponry.
- Being mocked.
- People downplaying his strengths (note: he believes his strength is everything.)

Strengths:
+ He’s got a good imagination. I mean, just listen to him.
+ Fairly capable physically. Carrying a large sword like the good ol’ Omega Cleaver of the Fates does that to you. He can even jump a fair bit higher than your average person.
+ He's able to use the power of the verdant flames. Whether it's his innate ability or an ability of his amulet, it's certainly still a strength.

Fears:
- Losing the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. Strife would probably cry.
- Losing the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. He’d probably cry over this, too.
- Dogs. Strife really, really doesn’t like dogs, thanks to a fair few biting on his legs.

Hobbies:
- Travelling the world.
- Writing. Strife’s written a fair few stories, which consist of a mighty warrior besting all sorts of dangerous foes with a huge sword. That warrior’s name? Strife Firegaze.
- Creating new names for his attacks.
- Telling people tales of his past.
- Collecting weaponry. He’s got a fair few weapons back home, but only the Omega Cleaver of the Fates gets the honour of travelling with him… until he finds Excalibur, that is.

Secrets:
- He doesn’t really talk about the fact he’s got amnesia. He doesn’t like to think about it, as it only makes him more unsure about himself as a whole, who he was. It’s a lingering question that stings him, but he tries to hide it from himself… for what does it matter?
- His ultimate attack... is actually just a lie! It doesn't have nearly the destructive capabilities that he claims.

Outlook on life: Strife believes that life’s meant to be enjoyed. It's fairly simple.

Affiliation: None of note.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Strife is very much a man who follows his heart and whims in life.

~ Combat Profile ~

"Even just describing these moves to my enemies can drop them to the floor, breathless! And know this - my repertoire grows by the day! This is only 10% of my true strength!"

Major Ability:
+ “Come forth… VERDANT FLAMES OF THE BEYOND, TO ME!”/Radiant Enchantment of Green Flames: Strife enchants his blade, the Omega Cleaver of the Fates, with green flames that dance along it. These green flames aren’t too different from regular flames, but they are green. Strife believes he needs his amulet to use this power, and whenever he uses it, he also thinks he needs to shout out and ask for its power. However… is this power granted by the amulet, or is it an innate ability of Strife’s…?

~ Notable Techniques ~

Strife has many ‘techniques’, each of which have their own names, though most of them are regular old sword techniques given fancy names. The following moves are unique, in that these very specific techniques have more unusual effects.

+ Big Bang Blast: One of Strife Firegaze’s Radiant Techniques. Big Bang Blast involves Strife conjuring a ball out of solid, transparent green energy, in which green flames dance about. This energy bomb will detonate after ten seconds, or if it is launched into something forcefully. Upon explosion, green flames will be released in a blast of energy, which may just knock things about. Strife’s prone to calling this out, then forgetting it’s there and blowing himself up. What a klutz!
“Catch this! Big Bang Blast!”

+ Rapture Impact: A fairly simple technique that can be used, even without his verdant flames. Putting all of his energy into a sword smash, Strife smashes the foe with the Omega Cleaver of the Fates forcefully, knocking them back a fair distance. If verdant flames are active, then this also creates a weak fire explosion.
“You'd be a fool to stand against me...! Rapture Impaaact!”

+ Emerald Flame Chaser: For this technique, Strife brings down his sword onto the ground forcefully, which causes a wave of green flames to rush out of the ground in whatever direction he is facing. These flames are decently quick, but it’s nothing someone couldn’t dodge.
“You can't run - and you can't hide, pal! Emeraaaald... Flame Chaseeeeer!”

+ Aerial Crashing Destruction: Strife tosses his sword high up into the air, which spins all the while, collecting more and more emerald flame as it flies up. Strife leaps up and grabs it, then attempts to bring it down onto his foe. If Strife’s unlucky, he might miss the sword. If he’s really unlucky, the sword will hit him.
“This'll be your judgement! Let me ABOLISH you! Aerial... CRASHING DESTRUCTION!”

+ ‘End of the World’: Strife’s ‘ultimate move’, as he calls it, as he still believes his sword is capable of ending the world. He’s never used it before, but he threatens people with it as a form of intimidation. Of course, this is just a faux, for he can’t use this move.
“You’ve got guts, taking me on! I could end the world right here, what with my Omega Cleaver of the Fates and all.”

Minor Ability:
- Enhanced Physical Attributes: Strife is able to take a fair few hits, and lug around his heavy sword that most would struggle to hold. Most notably, he can jump pretty high, which he uses in his Aerial Crashing Destruction move.

Boundary: Nope.

Equipment: (Weapons, clothing. Put any physical items your character carries here.)
- Omega Cleaver of the Fates. A sword with a large blade, designed to be held with both hands – though even still, it’s not exactly easy to swing about for most people.
- Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. An amulet of Strife’s. He believes this contains the ‘voice of a god’, and often speaks for it, though in reality, he’s just voicing his thoughts in these cases. He believes his emerald flame power comes from this amulet.
- A few cans of soda. You know, for those mid-battle refreshments.
- Dark green trenchcoat. Strife believes this makes him look really cool.
- Flowing red scarf. See above.
- Black pants. He wears these to move about easily.
- Red sneakers.

Minor Skills:
+ Dedicated
+ Belief
+ Naming Skills
- Gullible
- Unintelligent

~ Statistics ~

“Checking out my statistics? Groovy! For some reason – and I can’t figure it out – not all of these stats say EX. I’ll promise you that’s a lie, readers! Strife Firegaze is the strongest man to walk the earth!”

Willpower: B
Faith: C
Mana Capacity: C
Magickal Proficiency: C (As he can't freely control his powers - he needs to use specific techniques.)
Physical Competence: A

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: Strife Firegaze is a boyo who goes solo, but he considers that just as strong as any faction. Watch out, everyone! Here comes Strife Firegaze’s faction of one, or three if you count his amulet and sword.

Rank: N/A (Technically ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!)

Class: N/A (‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’)

Title: ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’

Loyalty Level: He wouldn’t abandon his group. I mean, he can’t, because it’s practically not there.

~ Miscellaneous ~

"I've got quite the history, actually... it leaves me with many questions that remain unanswered to this very day...! Just who was I? Eh, that doesn't matter... what matters is the now, huh?"

Biography/History: The man called Strife Firegaze is, unsurprisingly, not really called Strife Firegaze. In reality, he’s an amnesiac who knows very, very little about himself. The fellow we currently know as Strife Firegaze awoke in a cave system, alongside two objects. A large emerald blade, which was adorned with glyphs that ran along its blade, and an emerald amulet. Seeing no reason not to, the nameless man took up these items – and found himself able to utilize a curious power – that being the manipulation of emerald flames, though he couldn’t manage much else than to enchant his blade with these flames. Strife felt like these two objects held untapped power, but it was merely a thought.

After days of wandering, Strife found the exit to the cave system, only to emerge in a desert. He continued wandering, searching for any sign of relief, for he grew hungry, thirsty, and tired. Yet none came. He passed out, and had strange dreams… which he dubbed visions. Names aside, these ‘visions’ would shape his life from that day forward.

‘Man with no name… I see you have taken up my ancient sword. The very sword that destroyed the universe a millenia ago – the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. Not only that, but… I notice that you hold my amulet, too. The Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power… impressive, boy. I can tell you will be a worthy heir for the green flames. Take my blade… and follow your fate. And if that fate seems undesirable, then you hold the very weapon to cleave that fate into two. Farewell, nameless fellow…’

The dream was just that – a mere dream, though a strange and rather childish one for sure. However, the man believed this fully, for he saw it as a vision. He dubbed his sword the Omega Cleaver of the Fates, and the amulet the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power, and believed in the powers he believed they held.

When the nameless man awoke, he was in the care of a small village, on the outskirts of the desert he had been wandering. The inhabitants of the village had nursed him to health and even kept his equipment safe for him in a show of kindness. However, one boy asked the nameless wanderer’s name… to which he said he had no name.

“No name or past, eh? You sound like some hero from a book or game, especially with that sword and amulet! You have any special powers?” He asked, to which the nameless man nodded – and then pressed down on his amulet, and called upon a single emerald flame within his hand.

“Oh, oh! That’s so cool! I’ll call you… Strife Firegaze!” He chirped. “That's a cool name, right? I only just came up with it.”
A name - the man with no name didn't know what to think about it, considering it somewhat lame and needlessly bombastic, but... it was a name. It provided identity to the man without any. Strife Firegaze mingled about in the village for a few days after his awakening, though eventually… he left the village, in search of adventure and exploration of a world largely unknown to him. It was full of all sorts of wonders he’d never seen before in his lifetime – though he wondered if he’d seen them in his past life, whatever it may be. And speaking of his past life, Strife tried his best to get any leads on who he was, but no matter who he asked, nobody seemed to know. Strife felt as if he were drowning in a pool of uncertainty… and it well and truly hurt him. What was the past he was leaving behind? For years, he searched for it, but each attempt ended the same way. And eventually… Strife Firegaze gave up, and became intent on making his new past… his new past as the Caller of the Verdant Flames of Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates! He got into all sorts of fights, where he’d unleash all sorts of strange techniques he’d named – for instance, the Big Bang Blast, a ball of explosive energy, which would erupt into a burst of green flame.

He became known for this, and his… eccentric personality, what with his talks of his ‘divine power, given to him by the gods themselves!’, and similar things. He was very often underestimated, but a fair few people eventually realized… he was as dangerous a warrior as he was strange. Eccentric or not, the man was a tough fella with a big, big sword that pulsed with green flame… however, his hubris managed to be his downfall. He’d been defeated a fair few times, all due to boasting, overconfidence, or a mixture of both.

When he heard of the End of the World, he ‘knew’ the reason for it, which he claimed was the power of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. When the End of the World happened, and the world wasn’t raptured by all manner of strange happenings, Strife was more than a little disappointed, for he wanted to see the ‘true power’ he claimed the Omega Cleaver of the Fates held. However, when he heard of the Seven Children, he grinned. Believing that the false god they sought to fight was within his amulet, he cracked his knuckles and spoke one thing.

“Well, this certainly sounds like quite the blast! I’ve never fought children before, so it’s time to give them a little discipline! Get ready, you insolent infants – Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flame, and Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates is here to kick your asses!”

Character Themes:

Other: I just really wanted to give a character overly cheesy special move names, so there you have it - Strife Firegaze, ladies and gentlemen. My personal favourite is Big Bang Blast.

A Tale of Seven Children

Here's my character application. Sorry if there's any glaring flaws, which I think there might be a few of, real talk.

Edit 1: Had to make a little modification to the age. Bit of a holdover from the old character sheet I made, so that's something.

Strife Firegaze! That's me! The Caller of the Verdant Flame, and Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!

“Taking a peek at my, Strife Firegaze’s profile, eh? Good choice, good choice! Prepare to be astounded, fella! Me, the Omega Cleaver of the Fates, and the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power are something to behold! ... I'd savour this opportunity, if I were you!”

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Note: This is just a placeholder for now. I might draw up a picture for Strife, but for now, this one works - even if it's a little more serious than I aimed for.

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: Strife Firegaze (Real Name: Unknown)

Physical Age: Roughly around the twenties. Not even Strife knows his own age. The earliest age people have estimated him to be is 21, while the latest is 28.

True Age: Unknown

Gender: Male.

Race: Human…?

Subspecies: N/A

Description: Strife has a flowing red scarf.

Strife Firegaze has a large, knife inflicted scar starting from below his right eye, to slightly above his mouth. He thinks it looks cool. Every scar has a story, though, and the story behind this one is that Strife Firegaze was beset by a knife wielding man, who he had an incredible fight with. In reality, that man… was himself, carving a ‘sick new tattoo’ for himself, so he'd look cooler.

~ Psychological Profile ~

“Psychological profile, huh? Are you calling me a psycho? I’ll have you know that liking fights and swords doesn’t make you a ‘psycho’, pal. That’s what you mean, right?”

Personality: People often describe Strife Firegaze as an eccentric and bombastic fellow – this is completely true, for Strife Firegaze is one strange fella indeed, who believes in all sorts of things that others may not – the main thing is that he believes his amulet and giant sword have magical powers, and that his amulet can speak to him. Not only that, but he often refers to himself by his full name, Strife Firegaze… or if you’re not lucky, he’ll address himself as ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flame, and Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’. He believes he’s an enigmatic, fearsome hero respected across the world. Not only that, but he thinks he’s really, really cool.

In battle, the thing someone’s going to notice about Strife is his attacks… in that he’s named many of his attacks with special, bombastic names, and he’s very, very prone to calling them out when he uses them. Aside from that, he’s a bit of a trash-talker, who’ll rub in his greatness to his foes. Notably, he puts his foes down less than he promotes himself…
Strife considers himself a ‘wandering hero, a free spirit!’ and often roams the world in search of interesting things. Occasionally, he’ll help out with tasks people ask of him. He’s taken a fair few cats out of trees. He’s prone to challenging people he comes across.

Unfortunately for the mighty Strife Firegaze, it’s pretty apt to call him stupid. Gullible to a fault, very reckless, and prone to overestimating his own power, which can often get the wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates into trouble. He’s prone to being defeated by his own hubris at times, leading him to particularly embarrassing defeats. It truly takes someone talented to blow themselves up with their own ability, though if asked, he’ll just say that he did it on purpose, or that he was only using a small percentage of his real power.

Likes:
+ Himself.
+ Swords.
+ His trusty Omega Cleaver of the Fates and Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. He sleeps with these.
+ Sweet-tasting things.
+ Soda.
+ Fights.
+ Winning.
+ Travelling.
+ His special moves.
+ Calling out his special moves in battle.
+ Fancy titles for himself.

Dislikes:
- People who can’t put up with him.
- Losing.
- Loss of objects.
- Ranged weaponry.
- Criminals.
- Ranged weaponry.
- Being mocked.
- People downplaying his strengths (note: he believes his strength is everything.)

Strengths:
+ He’s got a good imagination. I mean, just listen to him.
+ Fairly capable physically. Carrying a large sword like the good ol’ Omega Cleaver of the Fates does that to you. He can even jump a fair bit higher than your average person.
+ He's able to use the power of the verdant flames. Whether it's his innate ability or an ability of his amulet, it's certainly still a strength.

Fears:
- Losing the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. Strife would probably cry.
- Losing the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. He’d probably cry over this, too.
- Dogs. Strife really, really doesn’t like dogs, thanks to a fair few biting on his legs.

Hobbies:
- Travelling the world.
- Writing. Strife’s written a fair few stories, which consist of a mighty warrior besting all sorts of dangerous foes with a huge sword. That warrior’s name? Strife Firegaze.
- Creating new names for his attacks.
- Telling people tales of his past.
- Collecting weaponry. He’s got a fair few weapons back home, but only the Omega Cleaver of the Fates gets the honour of travelling with him… until he finds Excalibur, that is.

Secrets?:
- He doesn’t really talk about the fact he’s got amnesia. He doesn’t like to think about it, as it only makes him more unsure about himself as a whole, who he was. It’s a lingering question that stings him, but he tries to hide it from himself… for what does it matter?
- His ultimate attack... is actually just a lie!

Outlook on life: Strife believes that life’s meant to be enjoyed. It's fairly simple.

Affiliation: None of note.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

~ Combat Profile ~

"You're going to be reeling by my sheer, unimaginable power! I could just describe these moves to people and they'd faint!"

Major Ability:
+ “Come forth… VERDANT FLAMES OF THE BEYOND, TO ME!”/Radiant Enchantment of Green Flames: Strife enchants his blade, the Omega Cleaver of the Fates, with green flames that dance along it. These green flames aren’t too different from regular flames, but they are green. Strife believes he needs his amulet to use this power, and whenever he uses it, he also thinks he needs to shout out and ask for its power. However… is this power granted by the amulet, or is it an innate ability of Strife’s…?

~ Notable Techniques ~

Strife has many ‘techniques’, each of which have their own names, though most of them are regular old sword techniques given fancy names. The following moves are unique, in that these very specific techniques have more unusual effects.

+ Big Bang Blast: One of Strife Firegaze’s Radiant Techniques. Big Bang Blast involves Strife conjuring a ball out of solid, transparent green energy, in which green flames dance about. This energy bomb will detonate after ten seconds, or if it is launched into something forcefully. Upon explosion, green flames will be released in a blast of energy, which may just knock things about. Strife’s prone to calling this out, then forgetting it’s there and blowing himself up. What a klutz!
“Throw in… the towel, friend! BIG BANG BLAST!”

+ Rapture Impact: A fairly simple technique that can be used, even without his verdant flames. Putting all of his energy into a sword smash, Strife smashes the foe with the Omega Cleaver of the Fates forcefully, knocking them back a fair distance. If verdant flames are active, then this also creates a weak fire explosion.
“Get ready for a special technique…! RAPTURE IMPACT!”

+ Emerald Flame Chaser: For this technique, Strife brings down his sword onto the ground forcefully, which causes a wave of green flames to rush out of the ground in whatever direction he is facing. These flames are decently quick, but it’s nothing someone couldn’t dodge.
“You can’t escape… FROM THE VERDANT FLAME! EMERALD FLAME CHASER!”

+ Aerial Crashing Destruction: Strife tosses his sword high up into the air, which spins all the while, collecting more and more emerald flame as it flies up. Strife leaps up and grabs it, then attempts to bring it down onto his foe. If Strife’s unlucky, he might miss the sword. If he’s really unlucky, the sword will hit him.
“Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s me and the Omega Cleaver of the Fates! AERIAL CRASHING DESTRUCTION!”

+ ‘End of the World’: Strife’s ‘ultimate move’, as he calls it, as he still believes his sword is capable of ending the world. He’s never used it before, but he threatens people with it as a form of intimidation. Of course, this is just a faux, for he can’t use this move.
“You’ve got guts, taking me on! I could end the world right here, what with my Omega Cleaver of the Fates and all.”

Minor Ability:
- Enhanced Physical Attributes: Strife is able to take a fair few hits, and lug around his heavy sword that most would struggle to hold. Most notably, he can jump pretty high, which he uses in his Aerial Crashing Destruction move.

Boundary: Nope.

Equipment: (Weapons, clothing. Put any physical items your character carries here.)
- Omega Cleaver of the Fates. A sword with a large blade, designed to be held with both hands – though even still, it’s not exactly easy to swing about for most people.
- Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. An amulet of Strife’s. He believes this contains the ‘voice of a god’, and often speaks for it, though in reality, he’s just voicing his thoughts in these cases. He believes his emerald flame power comes from this amulet.
- A few cans of soda. You know, for those mid-battle refreshments.
- Dark green trenchcoat. Strife believes this makes him look really cool.
- Flowing red scarf. See above.
- Black pants. He wears these to move about easily.
- Red sneakers.

Minor Skills:
+ Dedicated
+ Belief
+ Naming Skills
- Gullible
- Unintelligent

~ Statistics ~

“Checking out my statistics? Groovy! For some reason – and I can’t figure it out – not all of these stats say EX. I’ll promise you that’s a lie, readers! Strife Firegaze is the strongest man to walk the earth!”

Willpower: B
Faith: C
Mana Capacity: C
Magickal Proficiency: C (As he can't freely control his powers - he needs to use specific techniques.)
Physical Competence: A

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: Strife Firegaze is a boyo who goes solo, but he considers that just as strong as any faction. Watch out, everyone! Here comes Strife Firegaze’s faction of one, or three if you count his amulet and sword.

Rank: N/A (Technically ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!)

Class: N/A (‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’)

Title: ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’

Loyalty Level: He wouldn’t abandon his group. I mean, he can’t, because it’s practically not there.

~ Miscellaneous ~

Biography/History: The man called Strife Firegaze is, unsurprisingly, not really called Strife Firegaze. In reality, he’s an amnesiac who knows very, very little about himself. The fellow we currently know as Strife Firegaze awoke in a cave system, alongside two objects. A large emerald blade, which was adorned with glyphs that ran along its blade, and an emerald amulet. Seeing no reason not to, the nameless man took up these items – and found himself able to utilize a curious power – that being the manipulation of emerald flames, though he couldn’t manage much else than to enchant his blade with these flames.

After days of wandering, Strife found the exit to the cave system, only to emerge in a desert. He continued wandering, searching for any sign of relief, for he grew hungry, thirsty, and tired. Yet none came. He passed out, and had strange dreams… which he dubbed visions. Names aside, these ‘visions’ would shape his life from that day forward.

‘Man with no name… I see you have taken up my ancient sword. The very sword that destroyed the universe a millenia ago – the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. Not only that, but… I notice that you hold my amulet, too. The Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power… impressive, boy. I can tell you will be a worthy heir for the green flames. Take my blade… and follow your fate. And if that fate seems undesirable, then you hold the very weapon to cleave that fate into two. Farewell, nameless fellow…’

The dream was just that – a mere dream, though a strange and rather childish one for sure. However, the man believed this fully, for he saw it as a vision. He dubbed his sword the Omega Cleaver of the Fates, and the amulet the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power, and believed in the powers he believed they held.

When the nameless man awoke, he was in the care of a small village, on the outskirts of the desert he had been wandering. The inhabitants of the village had nursed him to health and even kept his equipment safe for him in a show of kindness. However, one boy asked the nameless wanderer’s name… to which he said he had no name.

“No name or past, eh? You sound like some hero from a book or game, especially with that sword and amulet! You have any special powers?” He asked, to which the nameless man nodded – and then pressed down on his amulet, and called upon a single emerald flame within his hand.

“Oh, oh! That’s so cool! I’ll call you… Strife Firegaze!” He chirped. “Strife Firegaze, the legendary hero! That’s really neat!”
Strife Firegaze mingled about in the village for a few days after his awakening, though eventually… he left the village, in search of adventure and exploration of a world largely unknown to him. It was full of all sorts of wonders he’d never seen before in his lifetime – though he wondered if he’d seen them in his past life, whatever it may be. And speaking of his past life, Strife tried his best to get any leads on who he was, but no matter who he asked, nobody seemed to know. Strife felt as if he were drowning in a pool of uncertainty… and it well and truly hurt him. What was the past he was leaving behind? For years, he searched for it, but each attempt ended the same way. And eventually… Strife Firegaze gave up, and became intent on making his new past… his new past as the Caller of the Verdant Flames of Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates! He got into all sorts of fights, where he’d unleash all sorts of strange techniques he’d named – for instance, the Big Bang Blast, a ball of explosive energy, which would erupt into a burst of green flame.

He became known for this, and his… eccentric personality, what with his talks of his ‘divine power, given to him by the gods themselves!’, and similar things. He was very often underestimated, but a fair few people eventually realized… he was as dangerous a warrior as he was strange. Eccentric or not, the man was a tough fella with a big, big sword that pulsed with green flame… however, his hubris managed to be his downfall. He’d been defeated a fair few times, all due to boasting, overconfidence, or a mixture of both.

When he heard of the End of the World, he ‘knew’ the reason for it, which he claimed was the power of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. When the End of the World happened, and the world wasn’t raptured by all manner of strange happenings, Strife was more than a little disappointed, for he wanted to see the ‘true power’ he claimed the Omega Cleaver of the Fates held. However, when he heard of the Seven Children, he grinned. Believing that the false god they sought to fight was within his amulet, he cracked his knuckles and spoke one thing.

“Well, this certainly sounds like quite the blast! I’ve never fought children before, so it’s time to give them a little discipline! Get ready, you terrible toddlers – Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flame, and Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates is here to kick your behinds!”

Other: Nothing of note... I think.

So that's that.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Feine had found himself sprinting into the heat of battle, determined to slice up shadows... but he couldn't help but pause. Other people were fighting the enormous shadow that took the form of a bear, so this left him with the chance to witness the events going on by him. They were fleeting moments that would never happen again, so it was important to capture said fleeting moments and bind them down into the depths of memory. Only then, would Feine be able to vanquish the bear shadow. He thought it'd be an easy task for him, so he could afford to wait while the other students attempt to defeat the creature.

Who knows if they would succeed? It wasn't Feine's problem, that was for sure. As Feine reached into his pockets to retrieve his notebook and pen, though... he couldn't help but notice something repulsive. It was nothing more than vermin, a leech of some sort, and it was heading slowly towards Feine.

"You disgusting cretin!" Feine growled, as he motioned downwards with his hand - causing a powerful gust of wind to press the leech against the ground. "I can't blame you for seeking my blood - I am Feine Rhiter, after all. However, I despise leeches! Mere creatures that rely on others. By themselves? They're completely helpless! ... Just like you are now."

With an almost sadistic grin, Feine looked upon the leech struggling against the winds he'd summoned.

"I hope you feel pain, because I intend to crush the life out of you. But, please, don't make it take too long." Feine calmly uttered, taking a step over to the leech... before bringing his foot down on it with force amplified due to the winds. "You bored me! Rot in your shadow world or whatever. I don't particularly care. Now, where was I...?"

It was at that moment that Feine noticed something happening with the enormous bear shadow from earlier, though. It hadn't been hassling Feine, thankfully. It seemed to know its place, at the very least. Now, more notably, was the blonde student fighting the bear. Feine knew he'd seen this student before, but what he hadn't seen was the student form an enormous sword of light, and cut off one of the bear's arms. It was almost impressive, and most definitely interesting to Feine. His colleagues weren't pushovers, but they certainly weren't up to Feine's level of expertise... at least, that's what he thought. But after the boy's nearly-impressive acts, he... fell asleep, and was promptly dragged away. It was certainly strange to see a meek looking boy suddenly 'go wild' so to speak. It was like a whole different person than Feine imagined.

"All tuckered out from your big day, are you? Then I'll take over if you're just going to go for a nap." Feine quietly muttered to himself, not wanting to be upstaged by the blonde boy.

But after watching the blonde boy summon his sword out of light... something came to Feine. He needed his spear - where was it? He couldn't recall if he could form it out of wind, but it seemed doubtful... wind wasn't solid. Magic could do all sorts of things, but could it do that?

'I'd be a fool to get my hopes up. So, instead...' Feine pondered.

Off in the corner of his eye, Feine noticed an unremarkable student, who fit the 'Generic Guy' trope to a T. But something drew Feine to this person... it was the fact they were simply leaning against the wall, with a spear in hand.

"I advise you stop drooling like a troglodyte, and hand me that spear!" Feine ordered with a biting, almost venomous tone. "You're clearly not making much use of it, are you, neanderthal?"

With a whimper, the unremarkable student handed Feine the spear, which he immediately readied - and with it, he immediately lobbed it straight towards the enormous shadow bear - wind propelling it forwards...

And by a stroke of luck, it struck the bear's back leg, where it got stuck! "That marks your demise, beast. I'll give you a few seconds more to live, so make your peace with the Gods above. Maybe they'll laugh at you. If they are... don't worry. I'm laughing on the inside at you, too."

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Feine thought he'd rescued Lalisa, but she didn't even utter a single word of thanks. No - instead, she continues to quote some of Shakespeare's works, while looking him straight in the eye. It felt to Feine as it it were a move out of spite... yet, why? Feine had rescued her, and she did something like that?

'I saved her life, and this is how she repays me? This is blatant disrespect.' Feine thought to himself. 'Her words, the very words that Shakespeare weaved - she speaks them to spite me, no doubt. This is an insult to both I, as a writer, and Shakespeare himself, though...'

'This is an interesting turn of events. I didn't expect this type of defiance from this lady, Lalisa. What an interesting trait, in that she doesn't even thank me - but instead chooses to do as she did! This is disrespect to me, yes, but I can tolerate this. I will tolerate it all for the sake of my writing. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to allow these people to push me around. Everybody has a place, and a majority are beneath me. In society, one shouldn't mock those above them. While I will tolerate it, I will make sure they know their place - and if they dare try to overtake me, then I will show them their place.'

But it was then... it was then that the interesting lady, Lalisa fainted due to an overuse of magic. Feine noticed this, and rolled his eyes. "Hmm. I would chalk this up to a time old error, that of overconfidence. Everyone has their flaws, even me. So, I will make sure this Lalisa survives. Dying here would simply be anti-climactic in this story we call life." Feine muttered to nobody in particular, as he noticed several wounded shadows begin to hightail their way out of the area.

Soon, silence followed. But, the battle was far from over. No... perhaps it had only just begun? Eventually, an enormous roar ripped through the area, as if it belonged to some great beast. Feine wondered what it could be... he was rather excited to see what awaited him. There was nothing quite like a good fight, though he knew he'd be more at home if he had his spear on him.

Eventually, the source of the roar appeared... it was an enormous Shadow, with a shape that resembled that of a bear. It wasn't what Feine expected, though he had a history regarding bears - in fiction, of course. Whether they lived in blue houses, made students kill each other, or helped students fight off otherworldly beings... bears seemed to have a place in fiction.

But Feine couldn't simply attack the beast without a word. This was clearly an important creature, a threat, a 'boss' as one would call a powerful being in the world of gaming. So, with his gaze fixed on the giant bear, Feine thought it fit to belittle it.

"Have you ever heard of the phrase 'All bark, no bite?' I have my suspicions that it applies to you! Allow me to direct you to your rightful place in the afterlife!" Feine exclaimed, proud of his words. He truly felt as if he were a hero from one of his works. "Nothing personal... kid, or bear."

However, something interesting appeared... it was another person who caught Feine's eye. A speedy blonde boy, who seemed to have the power to create weapons out of what seemed to be the light itself. The Academy seemed to be home to all sorts of interesting people, though even still... Feine had an issue with the blonde boy's actions. He was fighting off the enormous bear. He seemed like a fairly talented fighter.

'No... this is not your kill, blonde boy. It will be I who ends this beast. That's simply how this should be...' Feine thought.

And with that, Feine rushed towards the enormous beast, no weapon in hand - though he felt as if he didn't need one. He had experience with his fists, though he would much rather prefer a spear.

He still had his wind magic, though it was weaker without his spear...