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Tatsua's the one who linked it.
Skyswimsky said
Switching brains? You wanna pull a Moral?
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Age: 22
Gender: Female
Nation of Origin: Kaien Independent
Persona
"Better dead than forgotten..."
Luthica is a rather serene and calm person, maybe even a bit cold. While definitly not shy she tends to keep thoughts to herself and tries really hard to be objective. Having experienced too much emotional pain, she treats people around her in a polite, but distant fashion. However, the rather reserved attidude changes when it comes to the Holy Church of Glân, making no secret out of her despise and hate, including her stupid wish of wanting Glân dead. Another contradiction of her personality is her suicidal recklessness, escaping death's embrace more than just once. Nonetheless Luthica is a kind soul that gladly helps those in need without anything in return, and who knows what really hides behind that cold pokerface?
Götterdämmerung
A gun obtained through the bonds of friendship and a promise. Resembling a black and casual revolver, it is able to hold just one bullet. That single bullet isn't ordinary though. Once fired, anyone who is hit suffers, apart from the ordinary gunshot wound, tremendous amounts of damage based on their magical capacity. Be it mana, chakra, chi, vim, energy, ... as long at is "mysterious" the target suffers increased damage.
Katana
Not feeling the urge to name her weapons, no matter how long they actually accompanied her, this is Luthica's choice of meele weapon.
3 Daggers
A rather sneaky weapon, Luthica has 3 hidden on her body.
Insignia of the Church
Luthica's current Anchor, the Insignia of the Church that all military units of Kaien own. Definitely not anything rare, it hold out for quite a while so far.
Space-Time Manipulation
Originally having studied in the fields of time-magic, Luthica has further advanced into space-time manipulation. This allows her to bend and reshape space-time at will. Clearly not an easy-subject, she definitely spend years on it and has still only scratched the surface.
Paradox
Messing with forces that shouldn't be messed with, Luthica generates Paradox each time she uses her power. Paradox represents unstabilities in the very fabric of space, meaning her abilities are easier to use stronger. However, it also increases the chance of things going wrong very badly, thus, higher paradox simply translates into a increased chance of Anomalies and Backfire to happen.
Anomalies
There are a lot more than this list gives, just to give an idea (feel free to suggest)
- Paradoxal hiccups
Randomly teleporting around, tied to having a hiccup - Lolitaholic
Changes Luthica's age in appearance and slowly grows back to the original - Innocent Bystanders
Lets usually peaceful mooks appear - Temporal Stalker
Summons a Temporal Beast. Apart from warping space-time heavily around itself it is hostile towards anyone else, especially the creator of the anomaly - Temporal Storm
Different space-time related effects in a very large radius - Turn the Tides
Makes a handful of people older and younger in all aspects, fixes itself over time - Paradog
A loyal time Paradog falls from the sky - Bubble of Slow Time
Wither applied in a radius - Reality has Shifted
Reduces Paradox by a great amount - Hasten World
Makes time progress faster
Backfire
"Backfire" is simply the term for Luthica's wonders backfiring on herself, apart from taking mental damage.
Age
Luthica's Age is frozen in time, while originally the accomplishment of time-magic this is now a permanent effect.
Shifting & Anchor
The more Luthica uses her power over space-time the more she pushes herself out of this worlds timeline. This has the effect of people slowly forgetting her, in fact, if they are not refreshing their memory of Luthica, in fact people can forget her in just about 24 hours.
However, this is only the case if Luthica has actually set an Anchor. She is able to enchant an object in a way that extinguishes it in a way to belong into that timeline. Using her powers makes picked object slowly break, the more common the object the easier it gets destroyed. Without an anchor it would take Luthica just a few minutes to be forgotten.
Range: 15m
Paradox generation: very low - Paradox Galore
Luthica's greatest accomplishment, Leitmotif allows her to change the status of an entity freely in a 24 hour time frame of the past. Meaning she can heal wounds, nullify attacks, repair damage done to objects and the like. Furthermore what is seen as an entity, as well its position, depends on the perception of the user, meaning it could affect a window or a skyscraper. While she can use it on herself, it won't lower her Paradox.
Range: -
Paradox generation: very low
Luthica is able to fold multiple dimensions of an entity over itself, mainly used to greatly amplify the damage dealt by weapons or protection of armor. This, however, puts immense pressure on said objects and makes them break apart rather rapidly. Furthermore, Luthica needs some time to attune, understanding, the entity, meaning she can actually only use it on her equipment.
Range: -
Paradox generation: high
Luthica is able to peek up to 5 seconds into the future before returning to the point of cast. While dying with Future Sight active won't kill her, it creates a huge Backfire on her. This also splits the timeline, meaning another timeline split can't be used at the same time.
Range: varies
Paradox generation: low - Paradox Galore
A simple blink or, how some call it, teleport. While sight of the destination is not required it is greatly advised.
Range: 20m
Paradox generation: low
Increases the targets overall speed.
Range: 20m
Paradox generation: low
Decreases the targets overall speed.
Range: -
Paradox generation: -
Luthica takes her time to reorganize the timelines in an acceptable order, reducing Paradox over time as well removing existing anomalies.
Range: -
Paradox generation: low
Able to change her perception of time, this allows Luthica for an increase in her reaction time.
Range: -
Paradox generation: very low
By reorganizing different timelines in a way more favourable for her, this increases Luthica's own luck.
Range: -
Paradox generation: very low
Able to control the space-time continuum to a certain degree, this slightly boosts her physical power.
Basic Magic
Grown up in Kaien, Luthica got forced to have basic lessons in all aspects of magic. Apart from maybe enchanting she actually never uses those though.
Luthica Arts
A silly name for Luthica's own fighting style as she uses kind-of brute force over magical supremacy. Meaning she does know her way in a brawl.
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The sun sat already high over Daer as its rays bathed Luthica in a warm light. With the natural warm greeting of mother nature it didn't take long for the young girl to wake up, positioned rather uncomfortable between the ruins of a broken down hut. Slowly standing up, the white-haired figure stretched before proceeding to grab a bottle of stagnant water. Emptying it she didn't spend much more time to remain in this burnt down shack on the border of a rather small, independent, village. The village itself was mostly spared from the eternal war, making the residents rather friendly towards strangers.
Even so, a stranger was still a stranger and as Luthica walked down the muddy path it did not dissuade them from gazing at her. The woman stopped caring since long ago, knowing at least the name of every elder, without blaming them for anything she didn't even waste her time looking at their faces while making haste towards the graveyard.
The Graveyard, anyone not accustomed to this place would hardly recognize it as one. More like a field full of mossy stones stapled upon each other in all variations on forms under the protection of a rather giant tree, Luthica knew exactly where she was heading to. Stopping in front of a formation of 5 very flat in moss covered rocks which a spider claimed her home, she finally spoke up. "It has been a long time." a sad smile came across her face as she proceeded staying there. She was never a person of many words and that didn't change now, still, there might have been some hope left in that fragile body of hers that the dead would never forget... .
No one knew, and definitly not god, how much time Luthica had just spend there, but as the sun had made her way all to the west, she also turned her back to leave this place, and village, alone for another year.
"Until next time."
Still accepting character applications.
"This road looks familiar.."
Suddenly a familiar voice could be heard, calling out her name and waving his hands was the potter not too far up the road. More excited than she should be, she sprinted towards the man's empty stall huffing and puffing on arrival.The man patted the seat she sat on before, the offer in which she gladly took him up on.
"Thanks for taking on tha' errand. I got word that the sh' got it."
Emi nodded in response, still out of breath from sprinting towards the man.
"As ya' reward, I'll give you some info."
The potter began to lecture the girl giving lengthy descriptions of all the races, the veni, the humans, the nobelle. She had saw them when she made her character. He spoke somewhat on what their culture was like, she had already decided on her race after all. When he finishes his eyes flashed once again, getting Emi's attention.
"Oh, since ya' seem to be the helpful type. Why dun't ya' go get me some nuts. They sell good an' are good for th' festival."
Shortly after several items were added to her inventory, weapons to be exact, There was no weight factor, so she kept them all, unable to decide which was befitting for her. Though after waving off the potter and leaving for the next part of the quest, she was swept up into the crowd again bringing her further down into the town. Though there was an exit at this end as well. As she struggled to break from the current of players she fell on her knees outside of the town this time.
<<Windswept Plateau>>
<<Combat-Enabled Field>>
<<Level 0-15>>
I did my best..
Now I can only look to the future..
It's always just been me, and my banjo..
Yeah..
Now I can only look to the future..
It's always just been me, and my banjo..
Yeah..
Tatsua Aiisen said
Time to never post.
Heart=broken
Thoom!
A thunderous sound could be heard, echoing throughout the battlefield. One that all ears could hear and those with the sharpest of senses could detect. Where it came from was hard to distinguish, as it was mostly muffled by the screams of men and women as battling across the ruined landscape- though rather than ignore this disruption, it was merely noted by those who heard it and shrugged off as nothing. A Thao soldier was knocked mid-air by a stray explosive fired from some weapon of Donian construction, landing on his back nearly unconscious and hazily standing in efforts to get back into the fight that was raging before him. But.. something was off?
Swords were not crossing at this moment, sorcerers and soldiers alike standing in awe looking towards this lone Thao, or rather, in his general direction. Breathing could be heard behind him, it was loud and rough, the smell was bad too, like that of an old dried corpse left for the vultures. The Thao looked to enemy and ally, watching in ignorant confusion as they gawked at something behind him. Was it really that amazing to quell this skirmish? The curious man let this childish curiosity take advantage for but only a moment, turning to see what had been breathing behind him.
“W-what the?...”
He did not register what loomed before him quickly enough, the towering behemoth grabbing the man by his forebody, lifting him several feet in the air. The hands were scaley, spined with a red-stone texture like that told of in fairy-tales to keep children from staying up too late. The razored fingers impaled him with ease, as if the man was fragile in his armor. Who knows if he would have stood a chance, he was caught off guard after all. No. This monstrosity was nothing to be trifled with, and with pride it reminded the surrounding men of it’s presence one last time.
Thoom!
The mere step of this creature caused the ground to quake beneath their feet, knocking some of the frozen in fear off their feet. In respect of the monster’s magnificence the crowd stared in silence, as if waiting to be dismissed by the colossi. And as if on queue, the monster leaned it’s torso towards the ground revealing it’s axe-like reptilian head to the silent audience, eyeing it’s prey for one last time. It then dropped the mangled Thao soldier, he was young, just old enough to be there really. Though the only reason this was recognized is because much of the body was ruined beyond repair, though the face of the soldier remained untouched. And on the Thao’s face was an expression that spoke to the crowd, in a language that every nation could understand. And what that expression said was.
“Run.”
Within Kaien
“Monster?”
“Yes sir, a massive, demon-like beast that came out of nowhere! I witnessed it with my own eyes!”
“Did anyone else see it?”
“Our entire regime, along with Donian Soldiers, and a Thao was actually killed by the creature sir, many of his comrades stayed to fight but it was useless so they retreated as well.”
“As well?”
“That’s why I’m here sir. The pope has established a meeting with all of the military high-ups, and apparently a ceasefire has been declared by the three nations.”
“Strange, alright, thanks for your hard work recruit.. I’ll head to the grand church shortly.”
“Yes sir.”
The soldier went on his way, passing the superior with a very concerned look on his face. Drawing the gruff man’s curiosity more than the idle talk, was the subject of towards the end. “A ceasefire?” Something like this had been unheard of, so, in a rush to fulfill this itch of much needed knowledge the man quickly made his way to the capital’s church.
When he finally reached the place of meeting, paladins had already been guarding the doors of the church. “Name?” They casually asked the gruff, heavily armored man who was clearly a veteran of many battles, more importantly he didn’t really need to give his name, showing his insignia on his shoulder. The paladins quickly moved from their posts allowing the captain of the phalanx battalion entry into the church, and attend the meeting within.
“Alex, you finally decided to come.”
“Roza, it’s been a while.”
“A while?”
“Too long, seems you’re growing..”
Alex’s eyes seemed to drop towards the woman’s chest, lazily, which caused the priestess to carelessly jab a punch at the man’s face, taking it carelessly. Nonetheless, they both looked at one another with a concerned look after the childish confrontation.
“So this talk about a ceasefire, is it the truth?”
“Yes, his holiness just recently returned from the meeting our enemies.”
“And the results?”
“A ceasefire, from all three ends.”
Alex seemed even more concerned with the truth’s confirmation. But he shook off his doubts before giving a lecherous smile to his own superior, pointing to the furthest hallway within the empty church.
“Looks like we’ll be the last to arrive. After you m’lady.”
The woman’s face briefly twisted in anger before returning to it’s serene expression, offering a curtsy to the man and continuing down the directed hallway, far, far, far, to the very last door of the grand church. The one that would likely be overlooked despite the large oaken doors that granted entrance. Pressing lightly against, the door opened for her, Alex a small distance behind followed. Within the room was a large white table, though only five seats were placed at it it; two on each opposing side, and one at it’s furthest end, this is where the pope sat. The two late comers sat on the empty seats on the left side of the table, and at their opposing end were two people who’s rank challenged Alex’s own. One was the current head paladin of the holy order, a younger man that went by the name of Taelen. The other was an elderly fellow, he was robed similarly to Roza, befitting since he was Archbishop of the Clergy Davitt Lambaughr. As everyone exchanged nods and the traditional greeting of the church being a hand over the heart, the Pope stood to address everyone present.
“By the light, thank all of you. My friends, my allies, the topic of tonight is not of war.. A new threat has arisen, a strange enemy that we have not seen before. I believed that Roza had some insight on this. Roza, if you would grace us with your knowledge?”
The woman stood, before taking a breath and clearing her throat.
“As a summoner I have brought many creatures into our plane, although they are only momentary and finite at my service they seem to be similar to the one that was seen on the battlefield.”
The paladin scoffed, raising his hand before standing.
“Many of my men were out there when the beast was spotted, some of them claimed that Thao soldiers tried to take it down but were child’s play in that thing’s eyes. I’ve seen your summons Rosa, but if it’s like they described to me? That thing is on another level.”
The pope raised his own hand, though it was more of a command to silence the two.
“Davitt, your thoughts?”
“It’s clearly a test of faith from Glan, the creature attacked a Thao man right? They obviously are sent from the heavens themselves, to annihilate heretics and those that commute with the-”
Before the elderly man could finish his rampage, Alex stood from his seat and raised his hand.
“Not to be rude, but I don’t think that is the case Bishop.”
“I agree with Alex.” said Roza, shortly behind him.
“As do I.” said Taelen, grumbling in his seat.
“Well then captain, what is your answer to this strange occurrence?” asked the Bishop.
Although he wasn’t really concerned about the monsters all that much, Alex did have an idea. Though he kept it to himself, and shrugged to his equals and superiors around the table.
“But I do have an idea on how we could get rid of them.” said the Captain.
Heads turned towards the gruff man as he reached into a leather pocket in his armor, pulling out a folded up paper and setting it on the table. Unraveling it revealed it to be a poorly written recruitment roster that asked for talented individuals to take their chances against this threat while the battlefield was dormant.
“What an unorganized idea, I dislike it.” said the bishop.
“Some of my men would probably give it a shot.” said the paladin.
“Unorganized? Would you rather waste our military force while we have a chance to prepare for what comes after, bishop? I give this idea my blessing.” Said the priestess.
The votes were already in his favor, but the pope’s words could overwrite it all. Though the well-dressed man simply smiled, and clapped his hands together at the idea.
“We’ll go with that then.”
Within Thaos
“Such trash, a ceasefire?.. Unheard of, we are people of war, the word doesn’t exist to us.”
“It does, and you will obey it soldier.”
“Our bloodthirsty general is submitting to the other nations demands! Every-!”
Before the man could finish his sentence Zhong had traveled a small distance in front of the man, silently and a sword could be heard resheathing at the general’s side. The following moments involved the impudent soldier falling to his knees, and his head sliding from his shoulders to the grass below.
“I shall be heading to the fortress, clean this up before I return.”
The ranks quickly bowed to Zhong, quickly retrieving the corpse from the ground and carrying it away. The general was travelling at an inhuman pace towards the Thao capital, it wasn’t common for him to be there as he preferred the staging grounds. Soon he reached the Red Fortress at Thao’s core where the empress resides. Opening the oriental doors and entering, he kneeled to the small girl who sat at a throne a short distance before him.
“Hello play-thing, what brings you to my cozy home?”
“Did the meeting go well, ma’am?”
“It was brief, I knew you’d be the most restless over our decision.”
“Then you know I don’t think it’s the right decision.”
“I do, but my answer does not change. Your efforts should be focused on our new problem.”
“The monsters..”
The empress rose from her seat, the two guards at her sides being at ease and walking to opposite sides of the room. She waved her hand towards the general, beckoning him towards her as she reached into a drawer at her side.
“The other nations will probably be following this method as well, so I’ve sent a messenger to both.”
Zhong looked at the parchment taken from the drawer closely, sighing at the recruitment paper and handing it back to the young woman.
“We would have no shortage of applicants. How would we wittle down those who are worthy and those who aren’t.”
The empress shrugged, before returning to her throne and lazily slumping back into it.
“That’s for you to decide, oh great general.”
Zhong again bowed to the ruler of his country, before making his way to the entrance for departure. The guards that had dispersed returning to their posts, and the doors opening once again. The air was a lot thinner outside that building, letting the general inhale like a newborn, only to be caught off guard by an old friend.
“You look rather relieved…”
“So I finally think I’m safe, and the Merchant Queen rises from the mist.”
“Oh don’t sound so unhappy, we’re in the same boat after all.”
“What do you mean Fang?”
“Without war, there’s no business for me, and no fun for you.”
The general grumbled to himself before raising his hand, and walking off. He had work to do, finding some volunteers for this suicide mission.
Within Doniaeth
“Such imbeciles, I can’t believe I had to breathe the same air as that old pervert and that bratty child. Sif, here please.”
“Yes sir?”
“Bring the lead-engineer here.”
“The one that was recently recruited into the military?”
“Yes, the young boy.”
The silver-haired woman dressed in maid attire quickly exited the Alchemy Lab, one of the many rooms of the Fleshworks, the central government building of Doniaeth and the building housing all minds searching for a cure to mortality. It reeked of death, and brought tears to the eyes of the newly assigned assistant to the leader of this country his majesty Damon Krump. This place was not for the weak-minded however, and she quickly looked to escape this building of nightmares. As she exited the building, the air outside was not much better, but something that all Donian people were used too. Smog filled air, the sky blackened with fumes from the nearby factories and forges throughout the land. It left the nation in a seeming eternal twilight as the sun was never really up, though the constant mechanics of the city kept it alive even during the night. Though still, the maid scurried through the capital towards the ARC Development Lab where many of the brilliant minds gathered to marvel at Rhys Welch’s work, many were soldiers of the land learning to create his machines for the battlefield.
“Mr. Welch?...”
“Hmm.. Yes ma’am?”
“His majesty has called for your attendance.”
“Why?”
“Something about the meeting he attended recently.”
“Oh.. Probably about the ‘monsters’ I’ve been hearing about. Okay, let me finish tuning this guy for the battlefield and I’ll be on my way.”
“B-battlefield.. No one’s said anything to you about the ceasefire yet?”
“Nope, but thanks for the heads-up. I’ll be on my way shortly.”
The boy quickly wiped his blackened hands with a nearby cloth, patting himself down and pulling off his work apron that was a few sizes too big. The maid patiently waited as the boy gave himself a check-up, patting him pants to shake the few mechanisms caught in them, and setting his gloves on just incase the Alchemist’s hands were covered in blood or something. After he had finally finished he nodded to the maid who was somewhat unhappy about his quick preparations, smiling half-heartedly to the boy and offering him to lead the way. When they reached the Fleshworks the boy seemed just as disgusted as the woman, though didn’t make as much of a fuss as the girl, opening the doors and entering first out of courtesy. When they entered the man had been shortly in front of them within the hallway garbed in medical scrubs and a facemask, seemingly stained with blood along his pants.
Upon noticing the two enter he pointed to the maid, who was escorted back out of the building where as Rhys was brought with Damon back towards the Alchemy Lab.
“So, have you heard about the meeting yet?”
“I was just informed recently, what do you need of me sir?”
“You’re a respected person Rhys, your name is well known throughout our land.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, we are going to need some creative people out on the unoccupied battlefield getting rid of our little problem.”
“You don’t think I’d waste my time with monsters, right?”
“Of course not! But I know that with a reputation like yours, you might be able to get the word out and recruit some thrill-seekers.”
The boy seemed unhappy at how manipulative this man before him could be, but saying no was out of question and silently nodded to the alchemist.
“Excellent. Now go make some fliers and have some of my maids hand them out throughout the city.”
Nodding again, he saluted his leader before exiting the room of his own accord. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that the man had been operating on a Thao woman within the lab, it was sickening that she was still alive, but what could he do? Making his way down the putrid hall, hearing the screams of men and women, he walked towards the entrance deafly. Ignoring the reality of the nation he lived in.
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I apologize beforehand for it's length.
I apologize beforehand for it's length.
Click, you should totally get a sheet up soon.
This opening post is like... Imminent.
This opening post is like... Imminent.
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