Asuras

Lostman Grafitti

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Identity:
Enshiro Mana is a ghost, perhaps most in the way that few would care to approach her. A delinquent appearance of unkempt hair and sullen eyes speaks true of a wandering soul in need of help that any common pedestrian wouldn't give a passing glance. At an average and unassuming 5'3", she nevertheless strikes a certain nervousness in those around her; baggy, dirty clothing could always hide a knife, right? She either doesn't take particularly good care of her health, or some drugs are involved, but regardless, she maintains a pale appearance, and certainly not the sort gained by nobles who never worked in the fields. For all her downtrodden looks, Mana still stands tall and walks with a purpose and confidence. Familiarity and wisdom with her life situation keeps her head high, even if her poor chances at happiness should really keep her head down.

Psyche:
As a poor and unskilled young girl living in the city, Mana lives a life paycheck to paycheck, fortunately held slightly away from rock bottom with the inheritance of her mother's death. Despite the monotonous nature of it, she has given up on something better. A turbulent childhood and poor life choices have rooted her in a mental landscape of hopelessness Capable of taking breaks from her part-time but never-ending job, she loiters to stave off the loneliness of living with few genuine friends, and fewer opportunities to enjoy life to its fullest. For Mana, simply surviving is about as much as she can do, and taking the small victories here and there drive her to at least maintain a certain level of energy and activity. A nicely-sized paycheck after a hard week of work means feeling the squeeze slightly less. Even with an inheritance to use, Mana is reluctant to do so; a certain guilt and depression keeps her back.

Background:
Her father left quite early in her life. His involvement and importance meant so little to her, she's forgotten how old she even was, or if she was even old to remember for that matter. Left with her mother, a well-working middle-class woman who cared very much for her, Mana's path to adulthood had seemed as normal as could be. When she had turned fifteen, Mana's mother began to suffer from an early-onset dementia. Too often, making sure her mother was alright took precedence over her schooling. Behind and exhausted, Mana's focus on graduating with decent grades slipped through her hands, instead replaced with a desire to find peace from the nightmares of her home. She fell in with a delinquent crowd, whose disdain for the unmerciful education system meant Mana could fit right in. Their antics, aloofness, and general misbehavior only served to dig a deeper hole in hr life.

When graduation came around, Mana saw no future for herself, and quickly relegated herself to part-time work, a life she considered the only future for someone like her. No longer bound by school, but wary of the growing dangerousness emerging in her friend circle, she abandoned them in favor of simply trying to get by. Her mother soon died, but had the sense to write a will for her daughter before her mind had drifted too far gone.

Since then, Mana has been a nobody.

Quirks:
Smokes often. Horror movie enthusiast, but nevertheless quite afraid of supposedly haunted locations.

Lostman Grafitti [Character Driven Urban Fantasy]

@AsurasMotherfuckers with their missing dads and their dead moms. Did she ever do any hard drugs, by the way? Or did she distance herself from her group before things got too wild and edgy? Anyways, her life's inoffensive enough that I'm basically fine with it. Can't go without a convenience store in town, after all. When's she gonna see the light and start vaping?

@ERode

She's done a couple, but she can count on one hand how many times. The experience was too upsetting for her to stick with them. Her group during high school had only one or two individuals who were really invested in hard drugs, so the peer pressure to try them were minimal, if nonexistent. She tried them out of curiosity only. She would probably try them again, if the conditions were right.

Mana definitely sees smoking as a mature thing. Vaping would take away the magic to her.

Lostman Grafitti [Character Driven Urban Fantasy]

Enshiro Mana

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Identity:
Enshiro Mana is a ghost, perhaps most in the way that few would care to approach her. A delinquent appearance of unkempt hair and sullen eyes speaks true of a wandering soul in need of help that any common pedestrian wouldn't give a passing glance. At an average and unassuming 5'3", she nevertheless strikes a certain nervousness in those around her; baggy, dirty clothing could always hide a knife, right? She either doesn't take particularly good care of her health, or some drugs are involved, but regardless, she maintains a pale appearance, and certainly not the sort gained by nobles who never worked in the fields. For all her downtrodden looks, Mana still stands tall and walks with a purpose and confidence. Familiarity and wisdom with her life situation keeps her head high, even if her poor chances at happiness should really keep her head down.

Psyche:
As a poor and unskilled young girl living in the city, Mana lives a life paycheck to paycheck, fortunately held slightly away from rock bottom with the inheritance of her mother's death. Despite the monotonous nature of it, she has given up on something better. A turbulent childhood and poor life choices have rooted her in a mental landscape of hopelessness Capable of taking breaks from her part-time but never-ending job, she loiters to stave off the loneliness of living with few genuine friends, and fewer opportunities to enjoy life to its fullest. For Mana, simply surviving is about as much as she can do, and taking the small victories here and there drive her to at least maintain a certain level of energy and activity. A nicely-sized paycheck after a hard week of work means feeling the squeeze slightly less. Even with an inheritance to use, Mana is reluctant to do so; a certain guilt and depression keeps her back.

Background:
Her father left quite early in her life. His involvement and importance meant so little to her, she's forgotten how old she even was, or if she was even old to remember for that matter. Left with her mother, a well-working middle-class woman who cared very much for her, Mana's path to adulthood had seemed as normal as could be. When she had turned fifteen, Mana's mother began to suffer from an early-onset dementia. Too often, making sure her mother was alright took precedence over her schooling. Behind and exhausted, Mana's focus on graduating with decent grades slipped through her hands, instead replaced with a desire to find peace from the nightmares of her home. She fell in with a delinquent crowd, whose disdain for the unmerciful education system meant Mana could fit right in. Their antics, aloofness, and general misbehavior only served to dig a deeper hole in hr life.

When graduation came around, Mana saw no future for herself, and quickly relegated herself to part-time work, a life she considered the only future for someone like her. No longer bound by school, but wary of the growing dangerousness emerging in her friend circle, she abandoned them in favor of simply trying to get by. Her mother soon died, but had the sense to write a will for her daughter before her mind had drifted too far gone.

Since then, Mana has been a nobody.

Quirks:
Smokes often. Horror movie enthusiast, but nevertheless quite afraid of supposedly haunted locations.

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Relationships:

• Koman Asahi:
  "General supervisor" of the MeruMeru Konbini, Asahi is Mana's de facto "boss", though he is on paper just another employee. The absentee store owner leaves maintenance to Asahi, who schedules and manages other employees. His reasonable and hard-working nature earns him a lot of respect, and so the other employees effectively defer to his judgement. Aware of Mana's situation, he tries his best to net her as many hours as possible, and his own quiet demeanor allows Mana to interface with him more easily than others her age. Though their interactions rarely extend beyond work, Mana believes him to be someone she could rely on if things got worse for her.
• Masayoshi "Kenshin" Kento:
  A friend from high school, Kento eventually graduated (albeit with somewhat better marks than Mana) and ended up in limbo afterwards. Thanks to his good looks and socialite-esque personality, Kento was admitted into a Host Club where he makes an unusually substantial living for someone his age. Mana would never dare enter an establishment like a Host Club, but sometimes waits outside for Kento to finish with his shift, in which they often go elsewhere for a late night snack where Kento can sober up.
• Hiritsugi Suzume:
  Another friend from high school, though one that was not a part of Mana's inner circle. Herself the daughter of a relatively notable yakuza member, she didn't have the freedom to act out like Mana did. Still, they came to enjoy one another's company later in education, sparked by a quiet and empathetic moment shared when smoking in the back of the school together. Though their friendship appears mellow and empty to some, they share a kind of kinship that can be powerful even if silent. When Suzume has the time, their favorite spot to hang around is the swing set up on Shiomi Hill.

Locations:

• MeruMeru Konbini:
  A convenience store located at the crossroads of a major street that leads from the outer third of Tenoroshi to downtown. Being so close to so many other convenience stores, their common customers are those living right above the store, and those who don't want to waste time at mom and pop stores where their particular favorite meal brand may or may not be sold. As far as business goes, things are steady, with booms during the mornings when commuters are headed by or out. This is where Mana works part time.
• Shiomi Hill Park:
  A small playground built alongside a winding hill road that leads out of Tenoroshi. It is equipped with a jungle gym and four swings, as well as a sandpit carefully maintained by an elderly lady who lives nearby, and enjoys sitting in the park. Since there are no schools nearby, and the majority of residents are older, the playground doesn't see too much use besides the occasional grandchildren coming around. The edge of the playground overlooks the hillside edge. A great view of Tenoroshi.
• Niimura Street:
  A winding, tight street filled with both residences and small shops selling wildly varying merchandise. A very "hole-in-the-wall" type location, and one that is often visited by "punks" such as herself, though they keep to themselves near the bike rack. As no bikes have been reported stolen in years, the delinquents are left alone by police, though some unfamiliar with the area may pass by worried that they're up to no good. Mana used to go by this place more often, especially during high school, but has since taken to only occasionally catching up with the locals. Sometimes she sells cigarettes to minors there at a higher price than she bought them herself.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

My CS is complete! See just above. :D

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Big WIP. Just trying to get down all my stats and rolls for now.

Kolya Vaskov

Rolls
[Bloodline Start]

Appearance:
Average Build [+1 AGI] [1 Bronze]
Uniform [+1 VIT]

Untransformed

Transformed

Name: Kolya Vaskov
Age (Magical Girl): 16
Age (Before Magical Girl): 16
Gender: Female
Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Specialization: Psychic [+1 MAG, LCK] [Bloodline Start]
Kolya is the eldest daughter in a long line of psychic magical girls, and she takes the characteristic militarized powerset to the next level. Coming from a place that was once the focal point of Cold War, she is one who focuses on espionage and subterfuge. Kolya's psychic influences are sinister and difficult to detect, oftentimes ending up invisible to history, memory, and recognition. The range of her psychic influence is likely the most drastic aspect of her heritage, offering glimpses into the minds of those from miles away, and control in between.

In the shoes of a soldier, Kolya has a strong grasp on influencing the minds of multiple individuals at once, creating a team with perfect cohesion and awareness. A group raid on a target is oftentimes the action of but a single girl...

Weapon: Ranged [+1 AGI]
Kolya's magical heritage falls in line with the rest, and with it comes a characteristically military tool. Kolya can summon a rifle-like firearm with styling akin to the Kalishnikov legend of her motherland. Though the magazines are infinite in number, it does appear to require reloading, and does not have an infinitely deep well of magical bullets.

Power: Killing Blow [+1 MAG]

PSYBLOC

Kolya tends to shy away from using her killing blow move, PSYBLOC, not merely due to its guaranteed expenditure of almost all mana she has, but also because of the permanent repercussions involved. Her predecessors have all had a variation on the PSYBLOC power, each with sometimes small and sometimes drastic differences. Her mother's careless use of her killing blow power was the cause of the Nikolayevsk Incident, which has Kolya often fearful of using it herself.

PSYBLOC essentially acts as an anchor to the Overcity but in a warped manner. By bringing the unnatural realm closer to the real world and patching them together, Kolya creates a volatile region filled with abstraction and danger. Think of the PSYBLOC as a compound-sized region in which minds meld with reality to manifest deep horrors and inescapable labyrinths, all brought about by the very minds trapped within it. Expect to find terrifying real things within.

Perks:

• Money [1 Bronze] - A testament to her family's history and notoriety. Kolya receives a significant monthly allowance in the bank.
• Hammerspace Handbag - Though filled with mundane explosives and handguns, they serve as a much more appropriate set of tools when squaring up against similarly mundane targets. Where's the fun in decimating something normal with a magical gun?
• Training - It comes as no surprise that Kolya is well trained in military combat. Marksmanship is her primary skill, but knife fighting and hand-to-hand combat are not without some considerable ability.
• Interdimensional Tourist - When Kolya had first begun training as a magical girl, numerous incidents had ended in terror or mental scrambling. It was during one such incident that a certain individual, caught within the psychic realm, had found Kolya crying and unable to make her way back to the real world. With their help, she made it home and in the process made a friend as well. They called themselves "Nora", and followed Kolya around for some time before declaring herself an adoptive older sister. The quirky interdimensional traveler has since been in Kolya's life, aiding her when she needs it, and providing company most of her life.
• Overcity Shift

Fighting Style:
Killing clean over killing dirty.

Kolya is a lot less flashy where magical combat is concerned. If two quick shots to the head will suffice, then that's just what she'll do. This isn't to say, however, that Kolya doesn't utilize some fairly twisted tricks to get the job done. Manipulating a target to move an inch towards her bullets trajectory, causing a target to falsely judge the edge of a cliff or even plain kill themselves if their constitution (or lack thereof) allowed it. Rendering herself invisible to the mind's ability to recognize someone even "being there" is one of her favorites.

Cold, calculated kills are Kolya's calling card.

Stats (Untransformed):
STR: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5
AGI: 4 + [1 Body] + [1 Paragon] = 6
VIT: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5
MAG: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5
LCK: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5

Stats (Transformed):
STR: 4 + [1 Paragon] = 5
AGI: 4 + [1 Body] + [1 Weapon] + [4 Silver] + [1 Paragon] = 11
VIT: 4 + [1 Uniform] + [1 Paragon] = 6
MAG: 4 + [1 Power] + [1 Specialization] + [2 Bronze] + [4 Gold] + [2 Silver] + [1 Benefit] + [1 Paragon] = 16
LCK: 4 + [1 Specialization] + [1 Paragon] = 6

Personality:
Cunning and arrogant. A cold repertoire of behaviors if it weren't for her fondness for being with others. For all her haughtiness, Kolya gravitates to company and is someone who forms very tight bonds with numerous individuals. If you can ignore the fact that she clearly thinks more highly of her own life than yours, Kolya is helpful and dedicated, even to your cause. She is, after all, open to to just about anything.

On the topic of "game for anything", it should be noted how true the statement rings for Kolya. It suffices to say that her moral compass spins like it's in the Bermuda Triangle, though the one constant does seem to be the well-being of her friends and family. Killing, hurting, harming -none of these things are outside of her ability or willingness to do. It should come as no surprise then why she so eagerly choose to side with the Ebon Mint.

History:
The Vaskov Lineage... even after their release from the bondage of a nation's greater good, and the cold dark halls of Russia's far eastern facilities, they continued to serve as paragons of the quest for military might in an era pitting two advanced peoples against one another. The shadowed ventures into using the psychic power of magical girls had died, but the results were more than successful. Kolya is a legacy to this, and though she no longer professes loyalty to but one nation, her heart lies in its original efforts; use the power given to her, and influence the world around her. Leave her mark, for good or bad.

Her personality and history were easy pickings for the Ebon Mint, who approached her nigh-on instantly after her release from family traditions. As someone who had no problem even indebting herself to the organization, Kolya took towards using the organization however she may. If they just needed her to crack a few skulls, what's the worry in using the Black Coin?

Incantation:
"Of cement walls and cold electricity, closing in upon the weak and pathetic. Ten thousand hands for one will. My commands shall bring about the perfect dance amidst steel and blood. Cower! Kolya Vaskov of the Arctic Flayers!"

Additional Info:
Theme

Patron - The Ebon Mint

Patron: The Ebon Mint

Patron Benefits:
The Black Coin - A tool that Kolya is more than willing to use, should the need arise...
Non-Exclusivity - With a best friend who is apparently also somewhat of deity from whence she came, Kolya has some additional cards up her sleeve.
Mystic Might - With some family members within the Ebon Mint as well, a psychic connection across the insidious power of the organization seems to be aiding her.

Patron Drawbacks:
Debt - A drawback Kolya is ready and willing to face. What could they possibly need of her that she hadn't already done before?
Betrayal - The worse of the two drawbacks facing her. Though confident in her usefulness, Kolya always has that eye on the back of her head, watching for the people she works for.

Patron - Nora

Patron: Nora (Deity)
A dimension-hopping someone that happened across Kolya at a young age. Aloof, seemingly somewhat dim-witted, and weirdly friendly, Nora comes off as the sort of god who only madmen would worship, if even she wanted such a thing. Sometimes Kolya wonders if the woman even is a deity at all, and not some lesser force, but Nora assures her, she is indeed a deity, and one to be feared at that. For all her strangeness and infrequent demands, they remain the best of friends.

Patron Benefits:
Divine Competence - Apparently versed in the realm of computers (what kind of deity has the element of "computer"?), Nora has bestowed upon Kolya a strong skill in dealing with computers. Hacking, building, networking... Kolya seems to know a lot about these things.
Paragon - Gifted at their first meeting, Nora gave Kolya a little "hop" (so she called it) in her step, to help her home. Something about it makes Kolya feel like the boon is more than just divine magic...

Patron Drawbacks:
Unknown - Clearly from some place that couldn't possibly know about her and without a defining feature to their rule, Nora's wishes are as whimsical as they are oftentimes alien. Even her single follower doesn't seem to entirely "know" her.
Arrogance - Oblivious to mortality, Nora sometimes asks of Kolya tasks that are seemingly impossible, or downright unintelligible. Regardless, they need doing, and Nora won't wait around the dinner table for Kolya to dally on them!

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Iskemia couldn't help but visibly grimace. She'd taken her to be proud from the rumors about her, but never quite so blatantly. Iskemia mumbled something of an affirmation, knowing full well the oni could probably snap her neck if it came right down to it, much as she put trust in Eristaria's judgement on how to act in public.

"R-right. I don't care either way. Elf, oni, elven oni... Walking slime or weird-looking dragon; I really couldn't care less. There a reason you get so flustered about it, anyhow? I mean being mistaken so often, personally I'd take it in stride as a big cosmic joke to my life," Iskemia chuckled. "I'd almost go as far as to say it's not a birth defect, but a unique feature to distinguish yourself, y'know? Like being special, in a good way. After all there's nothing wrong pointy ears." Iskemia took note of Eris's demeanor, and figured it was time to call it quits on 'cheering her up' in any way.

"A-anyways... Name's Iskemia Scolan. Pleasure!" she said, throwing an open, jovial hand towards Eris, "Do hope I can convince you not to smack me around later on, or really at any point. You see I was born with glass for bones... It's tragic. A real birth defect, if ever there were any," Iskemia said, feigning sadness.

@Seirei No Hai

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

THONK.

"Barkeep!" shouted a deep feminine voice from across the bar. A thick beer mug that had just been tossed ten feet with archer-like precision bounced harmlessly from Grom's head before crashing to the ground behind the bar. It's sturdiness was awe-inspiring, holding true to its form throughout the ordeal. The equally sturdy barkeep refused to offer the troublesome woman even a glance, at least until she continued to speak.

"While you were dealing in severed tongues with that elf, I ran out of drink!" Iskemia said, somewhat inebriated. She feigned holding a mug, wiggling the invisible handle around to emphasize her lack of booze. What followed had drawn the attention of the entire bar.

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Iskemia found herself struggling to free herself from Grom's bear-like one-handed grasp. As much as she knew the trouble she was in, she couldn't help but laugh about it all the way from her chair to the cold street outside. Unceremoniously, the barkeep tossed Iskemia out and shut the door behind him without another word. Face down in the dirt, she let out one last chuckle before standing herself off and dusted away the grime. This wasn't the first time she'd been tossed out of the Black Wolf Tavern, but it was the first time she'd been thrown out specifically for the crime of throwing glass mugs at an employee. She'd come back in a week or two, and all would be forgiven. It wasn't like anyone ever stopped people at the door there anyways.

Her "fun quota" met, Iskemia exhaled out the last of her rambunctiousness with a corrective sigh and brought up her coat to wipe her face off. Mere weeks ago, she'd been dirt poor and out of work, striding into Priestella with a hopeful heart and confidence that someone, somewhere, would need exactly what she was selling.

As it turned out, with so many adventurer's guilds and the like choking the place up with an air of heroism, it came as no surprise that their number meant business was booming in the way of killing things. Most toted swords and axes and slayed the things that were nuisances to farmers more than anything else; a fresh face like herself was a fresh force against the things swords and axes couldn't just chop up into little pieces. Within days, Iskemia had made back a decent enough living situation, but all the same, had begun to see less and less requests turn up on her doorstep.

Fixing her hair, Iskemia strode down the street with a pep to her step. All she could do was wait until someone called her name. As she walked along, she came upon the very same "elf" she'd seen in the tavern moments before. In the darkness it seemed less clear, and she certainly wasn't paying too much attention to the details, but it was then apparent that the girl also toted some considerable horns.

"Say... you're that Eris girl I've heard about here and there, yea? I keep hearing things back and forth about you being or not being and elf... Which is it? Which rumor's the right one?" Iskemia asked with a chuckle. She bent forward and tapped her chin, as if appraising the oni girl.

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Iskemia

Iskemia Scolan

21 | Female | 120 lbs | 5'6
Yin_Shamak | Native | Human

Description
Seedy exterminator/exorcist for hire. Where better rationality fails to clean up the place of dark things, Iskemia is there (for a fee) to handle it.

Personality
Confident, prickly, self-serving. Though she is a quintessential friendly face, the needs of her one outweigh the needs to the few, let alone the many. Don't expect that last muffin at the buffet to be readily shared, or the spot on the bed in the sorely lacking inn room to be given up for a lady or the elderly. Think of Iskemia's selfishness less as an outright obliviousness to better behavior, and moreso one of willful lack of care.

At the very least helpful to society, she's no mooch or squatter. Iskemia would sooner swallow nails than find herself useless, workless, or otherwise rendered impotent. Things need doing, and she needs to be doing them. For all her devil-may-care attitude, businesses suits her, especially where difficulty is concerned. She'd rather flaunt and take care of something easy swiftly than to waste time drawing things out. The sooner a small fry is eliminated, the quicker she can take on something that gets her wheels turning. As a friend, Iskemia is jovial and warm. There are few personalities she can't work with (though the opposite may not be true), lending to her being a social butterfly, often memorizing even unimportant names in anticipation of later conversing with someone more deeply than a passing question for directions or business.

Bio
"It's always been like that -sleuthing around. Guess that's just what the gods wanted me to be. Might as well profit from it."

Iskemia was the adventurous sort. The riverside, the forest, the old farmhouse; her heart was drawn to those places most suited for exploration. Imperfect places, rife with character and detail. When had this tree she'd always known fallen, and why? How far upstream did the water begin to fade into a tiny dribble? What had this old, rusted farming equipment been used for in the past? Even when she wasn't pondering, those environments served as her haven of childhood friendships, where she'd play with the local village children, frolicking into the meadows and woods without a care.

The daughter of a mere convenience store clerk, she had little in the way of a spectacular future. Her life in the modest town was seemingly set in stone, and destined for simplicity. Iskemia thought she could become an archaeologist of some sort, and travel the world in search of new environments to reflect upon, but with a humble education, such a profession was a distant dream.

Entering her teens, Iskemia became more and more bold, eventually resolving to travel far from her hometown for days on end, ending up in nearby towns or deep in the wilderness. Her familiarity and drive kept her safe most times, though danger did not leave her be forever. Of course, such moments of darkness only served to draw her in further; the chance to solve something mysterious was the most tantalizing thing she could dream of. Eventually, Iskemia became fascinated with the esoteric and the enigmatic facets of magic. Her interests, lying in what could amount to detective work, grew into a bona fide profession. With a modest arcane arsenal at her disposal, and an abnormally keen eye for discerning even the works of greater mages, Iskemia set out into the world as an "independent magical solutions expert" (or so she calls it), serving those ailed parties that needed an unknown removed from their life.

Along the way, having already encountered numerous spirits, Iskemia came across a particularly noteworthy dreadful spirit by the name of Zidulith. Thinking it a waste to be rid of such a powerful spirit, Iskemia offered it a chance to live on, given a semblance of obedience, of course. It joined her, not without stipulations, and the pair have continued the work of magical extermination ever since.

Magics
30

Abstract Magics
N/A

Extra
Execution Style

Spirit - Zidulith

Character Name: Iskemia Scolan
Spirit Name: Zidulith
Terms of Contract: "The final strike upon every enemy, and your eyes with which to see the moments leading to it. No victory shall be met by your hands, no success without mine input. Glory is ours, not but one's, and I shall be that instrument, always, which brings it. Mention not your successes without mine name with it."
Aspect: Yin_Shamak
Spirit Level: Full
Magic: 70
Extra:
Darkness is Simple

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Iskemia

Iskemia Scolan

21 | Female | 120 lbs | 5'6
Yin_Shamak | Native | Human

Description
Seedy exterminator/exorcist for hire. Where better rationality fails to clean up the place of dark things, Iskemia is there (for a fee) to handle it.

Personality
Confident, prickly, self-serving. Though she is a quintessential friendly face, the needs of her one outweigh the needs to the few, let alone the many. Don't expect that last muffin at the buffet to be readily shared, or the spot on the bed in the sorely lacking inn room to be given up for a lady or the elderly. Think of Iskemia's selfishness less as an outright obliviousness to better behavior, and moreso one of willful lack of care.

At the very least helpful to society, she's no mooch or squatter. Iskemia would sooner swallow nails than find herself useless, workless, or otherwise rendered impotent. Things need doing, and she needs to be doing them. For all her devil-may-care attitude, businesses suits her, especially where difficulty is concerned. She'd rather flaunt and take care of something easy swiftly than to waste time drawing things out. The sooner a small fry is eliminated, the quicker she can take on something that gets her wheels turning. As a friend, Iskemia is jovial and warm. There are few personalities she can't work with (though the opposite may not be true), lending to her being a social butterfly, often memorizing even unimportant names in anticipation of later conversing with someone more deeply than a passing question for directions or business.

Bio
"It's always been like that -sleuthing around. Guess that's just what the gods wanted me to be. Might as well profit from it."

Iskemia was the adventurous sort. The riverside, the forest, the old farmhouse; her heart was drawn to those places most suited for exploration. Imperfect places, rife with character and detail. When had this tree she'd always known fallen, and why? How far upstream did the water begin to fade into a tiny dribble? What had this old, rusted farming equipment been used for in the past? Even when she wasn't pondering, those environments served as her haven of childhood friendships, where she'd play with the local village children, frolicking into the meadows and woods without a care.

The daughter of a mere convenience store clerk, she had little in the way of a spectacular future. Her life in the modest town was seemingly set in stone, and destined for simplicity. Iskemia thought she could become an archaeologist of some sort, and travel the world in search of new environments to reflect upon, but with a humble education, such a profession was a distant dream.

Entering her teens, Iskemia became more and more bold, eventually resolving to travel far from her hometown for days on end, ending up in nearby towns or deep in the wilderness. Her familiarity and drive kept her safe most times, though danger did not leave her be forever. Of course, such moments of darkness only served to draw her in further; the chance to solve something mysterious was the most tantalizing thing she could dream of. Eventually, Iskemia became fascinated with the esoteric and the enigmatic facets of magic. Her interests, lying in what could amount to detective work, grew into a bona fide profession. With a modest arcane arsenal at her disposal, and an abnormally keen eye for discerning even the works of greater mages, Iskemia set out into the world as an "independent magical solutions expert" (or so she calls it), serving those ailed parties that needed an unknown removed from their life.

Along the way, having already encountered numerous spirits, Iskemia came across a particularly noteworthy dreadful spirit by the name of Zidulith. Thinking it a waste to be rid of such a powerful spirit, Iskemia offered it a chance to live on, given a semblance of obedience, of course. It joined her, not without stipulations, and the pair have continued the work of magical extermination ever since.

Magics
30

Abstract Magics
N/A

Extra
Execution Style

Spirit - Zidulith

Character Name: Iskemia Scolan
Spirit Name: Zidulith
Terms of Contract: "The final strike upon every enemy, and your eyes with which to see the moments leading to it. No victory shall be met by your hands, no success without mine input. Glory is ours, not but one's, and I shall be that instrument, always, which brings it. Mention not your successes without mine name with it."
Aspect: Yin_Shamak
Spirit Level: Full
Magic: 70
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Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

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Tempe Dentali

18 | Female | 125 lbs | 5'7
Wind | Native | Human

Description
A sullen and responsible earth dragon breeder and rancher that doesn't quite know what it is she truly wants in life.

Personality
A walking gray boulder, Tempe carries herself like one such rock that moves across the land with the enthusiasm of an inch per century. Dull in the eyes and somber of voice. One would be right to quickly assume her interest in you in particular is similar to the interest she has in that one stain on the bar wall which one could almost swear has actually been dented by her gaze. Talk as she might, those that listen might be given the impression that her words flow only because gravity pitifully pulled them out. Though she takes insults seriously, any anger she has seems to dissipate with the energy that it takes her to frown.

A frequent drinker and loiterer, her aloof activity belies a responsible lifestyle marked by regiment and regularity. Get up, do work, and then relax. If someone asks her, she'll deviate, and seem no worse for wear if chores go undone, but will always make up for lost time with greater working vigor, despite the total lack of energy she exhibits. A gentleness comes through when it comes to animals, and is prone to talking to them no matter how stupid the beast be.

Overall, a woman who looks like the only shits they take or give are the ones she lays herself.

Bio
That's the essence of a farm... Grow, die, grow die... Over and over. It's a short cycle forever. As long as the seasons.

Like most in the kingdom, Tempe was destined to merely inherit her family's already-established line of work. For her, that meant raising and caring for earth dragons to sell. It was tough, rigorous work for a young girl like herself, but she ultimately took towards it like any other aimless child with no hope of picking up another craft. In those early years, it was all she had come to know.

The mediocrity of her life's story was amended, at least in part, by her exceptional ability to connect with animals. She was no fairy princess, though, and the empathy amounted at best to a general sense of the thoughts in animals' heads, and likewise the ability to express herself to them in a similar manner. But... it was at least a diversion from the monotony of a common farm girl.

With a large farm on the outskirts of the city, the threat of hungry predators was a constant. Oftentimes tasked with supervising their herds over large swathes of land, Tempe alone could not stand a chance against some of the craftier carnivores that prowled about, especially at night. Plan after hatched plan, two particular carnivorous earth dragons always eluded her capture and her blade. One night, however, she herself ended up the apparent target of the predatory pair. At the last moment, her Divine Protection seemed to have saved her; the creatures felt a twang of pity, or perhaps mercy, and let her live.

Over the years following, Tempe managed to reign the two in to becoming practical 'friends' to the farm. In return for safety and never having to hunt again, they in turn protected the farm far better than Tempe alone ever could. The two dragons, which Tempe had come to name "Bag" and "Grab", grew closer and closer to her, until their very presence had become like bound spirits to her own soul.

Since then, Tempe has taken over as the head manager of the Dentali-Priestella Stables, a city-bound satellite building to her family farm, selling earth dragon mounts and workbeasts to the urbanites living there. Of course, with a considerable amount of money for her age and profession, she debates trying something else, though has no idea how to even start, whatever "it" may be...

Magics

Abstract Magics
Divine Protection - Beastwhisper
Not true animal-tongue, Tempe is able to reflect her generalized emotions telepathically to other creatures, and they to her. She cannot explicitly convey commands to an animal, but can still give an idea to them about what it is she's thinking and feeling. Similarly, she can understand what an animal is feeling or thinking.

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