Asuras

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

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From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

"I don't think a masterless horse would draw much attention," Annabelle hummed, "Perhaps it would interest them for but a moment?" 'Distraction' as a tactic really didn't seem like a good choice, here. With the archers up on the walls, and their destination ultimately to get on the other side and keep running, they had little in the way of cover. If they just ran outside the ruins, their backs would be exposed the whole way to the bowmen.

"Well... we cannot carry you like a shield, Serafaye, but maybe we could draw things into a narrow space?" Annabelle suggested. "Maybe we could entice the men with swords to chase us into one of these alleys. Surely Serafaye could be like a plug on the alley!" she exclaimed quietly.

"Then, when they're pushing against her, we can attack from behind, or pincer them inside the alley with an ambush!"

The idea sounded good to her, at least, but it all hinged on actually drawing the forces away from their position, and it still didn't solve the issue of the archers. At the very least if they could get rid of the main force on the ground, dealing with the bowmen would be that much easier, and less impeded. Annabelle was also assuming that Serafaye could indeed indefinitely take hits from spears and swords. There was a hint of a worry in the back of her head that such luck might eventually run out, somehow.

"That is... if... Serafaye is ok with being our shield," she nervously laughed.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Once a week is different from "within the week I had posted". If that's what you want then that's fine, but until 14 days have passed, "once a week" can still be maintained.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

I was under the impression that we are to post at least once a week.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@ERode

"The One Ring?" Valentine replied with a shit-eating grin to Tux's authentication question. Annabelle delivered a sharp jab with her elbow into the red-head's side, earning a noise of complaint from her.

"Napoleon," Annabelle said, speaking the genuine phrase she'd been assigned.

"And Russian winter," Valentine added, rubbing her rib sourly.

Annabelle had brought along an umbrella with her, while Valentine was satisfied with wearing a hood alone, though it was not waterproof. The soaked red clothing clung heavily over her hair, while Annabelle's form enjoyed overall sanctity from the torrential downpour. A flash of lightning, followed by thunder, and then the distant roar of some nameless beast turned Annabelle's attention aside across the rooftops.

"You don't say..." she hummed after Tux described Penrose's situation. She'd not seen something like this in quite some time. She supposed, then, that this was why Penrose was oft nicknamed the 'Conflux' in the magical girl communities elsewhere. "Seems a bit of a shame we're here breaking into Beacon, then, instead of out there, helping the city. It sounds as if it could some more hands," Annabelle said, looking back to Tux. Both of the girls accepted the warm water, plain as it was. Valentine made a face after drinking some, and tossed the rest.

"Think it'd be a good idea to have a nasty show up on camera nearby the HQ? Might be able to get some more of them to come outside looking for it," Valentine suggested, stepping beside Tux to look out over the disguised building.

"Annabelle Murgang, nice to meet you, Tux. You can call me Anne," the black-haired girl introduced after Tux, "I'm feeling quite alright, if a bit apprehensive of the city already. We came straight here."

"Valentine, but you knew that already," Valentine said dryly. She didn't have an answer as to her current 'feelings'. "What're we looking for in there, anyways? Sis' said it wasn't a smash n' grab, so... what? We looking for some juicy secrets? A prisoner?"

"I'm curious if Beacon is aware of our organization at all," Annabelle pondered. They were not new to the business, but it was the first time they'd be dealing with Beacon, never mind a Beacon headquarters, of all things. Big Sis had mentioned that Beacon wasn't their biggest worry, in the grand scheme of things, and that they were closer to the side of human alliance than others, and yet here they were, about to snoop on them. Keep your friends close, and your not-really-friends closer, Annabelle supposed.

"How... long have you been on this rooftop?" Annabelle asked, puzzled. Her gaze turned back to the campsite Tux had set up. The word 'urban jungle' immediately came to mind.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Annabelle had made it onto the roof, and though she was aware that archers would be training upon her movements, she was prepared to be that distraction. She dashed along the side of the rooftop for the imperial blockade, sword lifted at her side and angled to intercept in front of the bulk of her frame. Fortunately, as she made it a quarter of the way across, Cecilia provided an even better distraction. Before the arrows could fly for her, accurate or not, a bright light granted Annabelle good cover for the rest of her approach. She'd handle being the next distraction, but she was able to provide additional support too!

"Carpenter! Help the lizard-man!" she shouted out. The red blob that was bounding alongside her suddenly veered off to the right, leaping out onto the ground-level of the alleyway. The dog burst into a wide web of red, easily latching hold onto one of the guardsman's body. But instead of face-hugging the man like last time, Carpenter slunk down his arm and enveloped his sword, turning the bladed weapon into a blunt, squishy mass -surely a terrible design to try and strike at Kaze with. The blood elemental would follow Annabelle's orders, slipping around the men fighting against Kaze to cover blades. He wasn't fast enough to dampen the blow of every sword, but he could certainly invalidate at least one fighter at a time, decreasing the number of blades Kaze had to deal with at any one moment.

Annabelle meanwhile leaped from the rooftop, feet outstretched to try and land right onto one of the archers that had nearly threatened her. Rude as it was to make someone kiss the bottom of your boots was, without the blinding light, the archers would quickly become a problem if not dealt with.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Normally, if someone wanted to enter and then navigate an entire city like Penrose, you would roll up in a heavily tinted car, and drive at the speed limit. Getting by on foot would be impossible, especially if someone was out looking for you. For a magical girl, however, such a feat was child's play, to say nothing of one who commanded darkness.

Street lamps along a nameless street seemed as if to have their souls snuffed out, light dimming even as the bulbs themselves remained healthy. The rolling blackness progressed slowly... a walking pace. Within the blackness, it was difficult to see anyone hidden within -only the dim lights from inside homes was able to reach the sidewalks, shining upon the casual gait of two young women as they walked along.

Valentine Achill and Annabelle Murgang had only just arrived in Penrose for the first time, entering by foot from the outskirts to take a stroll for their destination. Valentine darkened the streets as they went, obscuring their forms from curious eyes, even if anyone thought it worthwhile to venture out from their homes to inspect the peculiar event as it passed their windows by.

Though they were new to the city, their business was not. As part of NEXT, their organization had already snaked its way into the city walls long before them. Tux, a magical girl known for her disguises, was to be their contact in Penrose, and their ultimate mission the subterfuge of a certain monolithic presence within the city. Under the loud and distracting cover of a dark rave, they had little to worry about in regards to being accosted, but it didn't hurt to keep out of sight.

"How much you wanna bet she won't appear to us as her normal self?" Valentine asked, eyes trained on the large revolver she lazily spun around a finger. She had her hood up, drawing long red hair over one shoulder to hang over her chest. Though their surroundings were utter black, she maintained a small sphere of dim light just around her, so that at least her accompanying teammate could see where she was stepping.

The girl beside Valentine, a certain Annabelle Murgang, was dressed to the nines in her magical girl outfit, sporting a long, elegant and elaborate red dress embroidered to high heaven with precious metals and gems. A large sword rested on the exposed skin of her right shoulder. The raven-haired girl hummed, tilting her head ponderously.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I'm hopeful that, being teammates, we'll get her real face, because that's the courtesy?" Annabelle responded with a light smile. Valentine's gun spinning came to a halt, landing the handle in a sudden grip around her fingers.

"You don't think that being a spy-type means she's got her own goals in the background, and she's duping everyone, even Big Sis?" Valentine grinned.

"We should refrain from losing trust in Tux before we've even met," Annabelle responded.

"Yea whatever." Valentine lifted her other hand, angling the screen of a cellphone to her eyes. Shifting on the LCD screen was an active GPS map, pointing them down the street towards an otherwise nondescript building. At a mere few dozen yards away, Valentine began looking for a hole in the wall to duck inside before dropping her shadowy cover. Sliding through a narrow alley between two buildings, Annabelle followed, and over several seconds, the streetlights began to return to life.

The two magical girls used the alleyway to obscure their quick jump onto the roof of the building at their side. Leaping up, they were met with a suddenly grandiose view of Penrose's taller inner city miles away. The twinkling of the entire city illuminated the rooftop in a dim blue glow, and it was here that they were to meet their third, and begin the mission.

Arknights - Project Neptune

Diver frowned deeply at Thrones, appearing as genuinely sorry as she could be. Though she clacked some notes away at her PDA, her eyes kept trained upon the Sankta as she spoke.

"I'm... we're well aware of your situation, but i'm afraid the decision was not up to me. Miss Solveig insisted on utilizing the simulation. It's one of our newest technologies, and I'm certain she and others were eager to see it put to use," Diver explained, "Not to mention that it is... admittedly difficult to carry out extensive real-life examination aboard the ship. Expediency was of utmost importance as well. I'm sorry, Thrones. We will do everything we can to reduce the strain in the future."

Chariot chimed in, "So then we will be having to go back in? Or are you insinuating that we're accepted?" she asked, fixing her ponytail after stepping out of the cramped pod.

"Miss Solveig was already invested in you all before the test. This was, ultimately, just a way for us to measure you all more thoroughly regardless of your existing good impressions," Diver smiled. "So for the time being, no, you will not be going back into the simulation for awhile. I imagine there's a good number of kinks we need to work out anyways, clearly," she giggled. Chariot's expression became bright as she turned back to everyone else, silently celebrating with her smile at the news.

"As for your question, Vlad. The task was admittedly impossible to achieve. The simulation was programmed to continually ramp up difficulty, and would have surely inundated the team before you could reach your destination. It wasn't meant to be beatable, but rather to test you all, and perhaps illuminate your behavior in the face of apparent failure."

The two tech engineers paused their typing to look up at Dragoon, exhaustion in their eyes. "We've been working for three days straight," said the woman. Indeed, were she to look around, Dragoon would have noticed the remnants of coffee packets, spilled sugar, and dirty mugs about the desks off to the side.

"Two weeks of preparation, though. The tech really is new. Couple dozen other employees were helping us up until it was up to us," the man added.

"The simulation is a one-to-one where time is concerned. Your hour or so in the simulation was an hour out here," Diver explained to Strix.

"We do have plans to try and increase the in-simulation speed, though," the male technician said aside.

"With the examination concluded, you're all released from today's duties," Diver said. "Under your current employment, you have level B clearance, which will permit you to visit most facilities here, including laboratories. We ask that you exercise caution when moving about delicate locations like those, of course." Diver moved to a desk and retrieved a pile of lanyards, handing one to each of the operators. It displayed their name, a serial code, a large white 'B' and a number of other printed security features.

"Any one of the directory consoles around the ship can direct you to your dorms, if you wish to relax for the moment. Cafeterias, gyms, theaters... all are available with your badge. We also have a park towards the center of the ship, if you would like for a place to relax. The dome is, in fact, real and looks out into the sky. It is not a television panel, as much as even our own veteran employees would like to rumor.

"Tomorrow we'll have you meet with Miss Solveig, but for the time being, you've the rest of the day off."

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

There was no point in trying to keep up with a horse, and so when Carpenter returned to her side, once more in the form of a canine, Annabelle took off for the larger group. Strength in numbers, and all that, never mind the fact that Serafaye was being roped along by Yinha down the alley anyways. Dashing off to try catching up to the trio, she came to halt as she rounded a corner and found them accosted by a wall of spearmen. Annabelle hugged the corner, eyes peering around the side just in time to catch the sight of a much larger man's hand stopping short of Serafaye's face. It looked and sounded as if he had smashed his hand into the side of a stone pillar.

Perhaps... that was where the girl's strengths shined. Still, being unable to carry a weapon or cast magic, she was still just dead weight, much as she'd be able to shrug off anything else coming for her, from what she could tell. Besides the spearwall before them, the scout group from the main road might end up finding them there as well, pinching them in the alleyway. They needed some kind of trick or strategy... fast.

"Big lizard man... do you think you could toss me onto the roof? Or at least give me a boost? If I can get behind them... maybe... maybe I can disrupt them enough to make for a better way forward. It's... all I can think of. Or perhaps, bind them before they notice me with some magic."

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

The Red Rain

"I've been granted the dignity of fighting for my own kind, and the freedom to see its salvation in the kindness of others."

Theme

Name: Annabelle "Anne" Murgang
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Casual
Transformed

Specialization: [ODDBALL][BLOOD]
Annabelle manipulates blood -plain and simple. Drawing it in whipping strands, or flinging it as a crystallized shard, her element is used in much the same way as a Water specialist would. Fortunately for other magical girls and monsters, it seems her purview is limited only to blood which she can see, or her own; she won't be crushing someone's organs simply by looking at them. However, an interesting quality of it is her ability to draw strength from allies who verbally agree to the action, as if welcoming a vampire into their home.

By sacrificing her own health, Anne can bolster her manipulation of blood itself, be it her own or another's. She has never had to test the depths she can take it, but Anne assumes she could put herself on death's door to weave incredibly powerful magicks.

Weapon: [Melee/Ranged - "Red Clouds"]
Annabelle's weapon "Red Clouds", appears to any eye as a mere greatsword, but hides within its many folds the ability to transform into a massive arcane firearm -and not in the way you might expect. Red Clouds' power draws upon Anne's own, and that means through her blood. Rather than hosting a menagerie of complex machinery beneath, it holds a reservoir of blood which can at any time burst from its cage and envelop the weapon, turning it into the crystalline red form of a large-caliber cannon.

Transforming is not its only ability, however, and the blood she supplies to Red Clouds can also simply increase the cutting strength of the weapon. Coupled with her Third Eye Power, the mere striking of this weapon upon her foes can instantly reveal useful bits of information to her about the target.

Power: [THIRD EYE] [Utterances of the Crawling Blood]
At the temporary expense of her health, Annabelle can saturate the battlefield with nigh-on invisible strands of her blood. Intangible to physical touch, they serve as a kind of arcane, pervasive measurement device which relays all kinds of information to her. From the heart rate of another entity, to the merest increase in magical power, Anne can maintain an incredible level of awareness in the area. One would be hard-pressed to try striking with the intent of being undetected or unexpected. Outside of battle, a weave of these strands is held close to her body. It's power range is diminished in this form, but requires next to no effort for her to maintain.

Perks:
[Enhanced Sustenance] - Anne's specialization has trained her body, physically, to be adept in manipulating her own physiology. Her cells run more efficiently, to the point where they both require and spend less energy to do the same things another magical girl would. Useful as it is in a tight and prolonged situation, Anne nevertheless has three meals a day more often than not, and isn't wanting for more. Sometimes you just like to eat, right?
[Dual Weapon] - Unusual transformative properties allow her weapon to morph into a fully-functional arcane firearm.
[Absolute Direction] - The details of how Anne manages to have such a keen sense for where things are around the city is a closely-kept secret. Regardless of the medium, Anne can be relied on to search for particular objects or people, so long as it's something she understands, of course.
[Interdimensional Home] - A well-designed and furnished apartment that Anne likes to call the "Strifeless". She has only one rule for guests; leave behind your troubles before stepping inside. There are plenty of places to crash on, despite it being only a studio. A wall is dedicated to candid photographs she has taken with other friendly magical girls.
[Hammerspace Handbag] - Worn as a sidebag, Anne keeps a number of small but useful items for nay occasion.
[Ally - 'Big Sis'] - Anne's superior, the experienced magical girl known to her only as "Big Sis", serves as her connection to the deepest, darkest corners of the US government. She is the one who freed her from the shackles of a life serving the Puchuu, and gave her the opportunity to fight for humanity itself. While warm and smiling, Anne is sure that Big Sis hides a lot of skeletons in her closet.
[Blood Magic] - Anne's specialization allows her to fuel her magic with her own blood, not just with another's. In fact, she is most potent when sacrificing her own health in battle.

Stats

Untransformed
STR - 4 = 4
AGI - 4 = 4
VIT - 4 + 1 (Body) = 5
MAG - 4 = 4
LCK - 4 = 4

Transformed
STR - 4 + 1 (Uniform) + 1 (Melee Weapon) + 6 (3 silver) = 12
AGI - 4 + 1 (Ranged Weapon [Dual]) + 1 (1 bronze) = 6
VIT - 4 + 1 (Body) + 2 (Oddball Specialization) + 1 (Ally Any) + 1 (Enhanced Sustenance) + 1 (Blood Magic) = 10
MAG - 4 + 1 (Oddball Specialization) = 5
LCK - 4 = 4

Patron - Solo - NEXT Shadow-Unit

Benefits:
[Free agent] - Anne's prime directive is the protection and preservation of innocent human lives. To this end, she has free reign in determining how to best go about doing this, plus or minus some suggestions by her superior.
[Supplier] - With the Us government !behind her, Anne can secure almost anything mundane in nature, provided she can convince her superior that it's necessary. Five-star meals every night are unlikely to pass.

Drawbacks:
[Alone] - ...But not quite. With the tiny backing of a half-unsanctioned US military body behind her, she is far more alone than those magical girls under the thumb of greater forces, but no less a part of something bigger than herself.

Fighting Style:
Annabelle is fast and unrelenting -the nature of her magic is like a ticking clock, and in that doomed nature does she fight with every fiber. As her vitality is drained, things must end quickly before her initial advantage is diminished by a conversely disadvantaged healthiness. Her strikes are brutal, direct, always aiming to thoroughly destroy the target before it can test her dwindling stamina. Close-quarters or at a range, the ferocity of her attacks is never different. Blood is thick, and in the quality her comparisons to water are similarly shifted. Where someone of more graceful design would flow like a river through the battlefield, Annabelle is like a mudslide, rolling over anything and everything, but flowing through nonetheless. To call her a brute would be a mistake -even a mudslide is difficult to avoid if it's already upon you.

Personality:
Perhaps reflecting her mission statement, Annabelle is a congenial young lady who loves other people. Making friends is not merely a boon to completing her duty as a NEXT agent, but is what she genuinely loves to do regardless. Her preponderance of smiles and quicker-than-most comfort with hugging makes her someone that is difficult to hate unless you're a grump. Generous and kind to anyone who can muster a measure of respect and friendliness back to her, Annabelle is also a great ally to have, rarely turning down a plea for help. In turn, those she calls friends receive only her utmost effort... and her utmost violence.

Against evil, or anything that would do harm to the innocent, she is merciless and cruel, savoring in the quashing of things that would disrupt the otherwise warm life she seeks for herself and society at large. To her, monsters and evil-doers deserve nothing but to be turned into a river of flesh sailing down its own blood into the sewer drains. Betrayal is, unfortunately, something she would call 'evil', and one would be careful not to do such a thing to her. It wouldn't be inaccurate to call her a yandere whose obsession clings to friends, rather than a lover.

History:
It was a cold afternoon. The park was empty. No one was willing to go out and play, or jog, or eat when the weather was so dreary. Annabelle was out, though. Tucked away in a warm coat, she felt the nip in her thighs dressed in her shorts and thighighs, but didn't seem to mind. Her chin was buried into the collar of the coat, her hands in the pockets.

She was simply traveling from a friend's house back home, unable to get a ride back. There, on the hill, was an odd sight. It looked as if someone had left their stuffed toy beneath a tree, sitting alongside what looked like a... sword. Perhaps one of those foam *ERF toys? The weird structure of it certainly looked comical enough, like a movie prop for some Kamen-type show.

Anne walked up cautiously to the thing, more curious about the weapon than the stuffed animal. But as she reached for it... the toy's head turned to look up at her. She jerked back.

"Aha. Well that was certainly quick. I didn't need to look long. You girls just drop right into our laps like it's destiny. It is destiny, isn't it?" It spoke. At least, she heard it. The small creature's mouth did not move, but she heard it. Anne looked around, thinking at first that this thing was simply stuffed with a walkie-talkie. It turned and walked closer to Anne in a fashion unbecoming of the usual crappy toys she's seen in commercials. It walked... like it was a living breathing thing.

"Tell me, Annabelle, have you ever wanted to have superpowers? To fight real bad guys?"

She was taken aback and speechless. Her hands had long since been removed from her pockets, and were now vaguely shielding herself from the strangeness.

"What kind of robot is this?" she asked to herself.

"Oh, I'm no robot. I'm very real, actually. I'm a puchuu, here to make you a magical girl. Or perhaps... you're here to become one."

"I'm not sure what you mean. Is this part of a TV show?" she asked, still defiant of the supernatural nature of the scene.

"My my. What a bother. Always so oblivious. I suppose it's not your fault. Let's not beat around the bush. I have a magical weapon here without an owner, and it needs to be put into the right hands to fight against evil!"

Anne's eyes followed to the sword. It looked... suddenly quite deadly and genuinely sharp then. Too real to be a toy.

"You want me... to be like one of those anime girls, all cutesy and magical?" she hummed.

"Now you're catching on. It's easy! All you have to do is pick it up, and you'll be well on your way to an amazing adventure."

She was still skeptical, but the bizarre appearance of this little creature, the brazenness with which it spoke, and the dichotomy of the sword all told her this was either a strange choice of reality TV theme, or it was... the truth. Anne approached the sword and hesitated for a few seconds before lifting it up. The blade slid out of the dirt, clean as a whistle. It was heavy, and then it became lighter. It almost felt... weightless, and yet the solid build betrayed that feeling. Cold hard steel.

"What am I suppo-" Anne stopped short as she turned back to the puchuu. Without a sound, a tall girl with long, blonde braids was standing there. In her clenched fist was the small white creature, strangled worse than any creature had the right to survive from. She was smiling at Anne, uncaring of the mangled furball she so violently crushed.

Were the woman instead a more intimidating man, she might have been more inclined to lift her new weapon up, but she was instead perplexed.

"Hello, Annabelle. Nice to meet you. I'm glad I caught you in time," the young lady said. She was dressed in a kind of modified military uniform, looking halfway between a race queen and an officer. Unceremoniously she threw her hand up, tossing the white creature aside before manifesting a handgun out of thin air. Three well-placed shots pelted the creature in its oversized head before it could even hit the ground. It exploded, but there was neither blood nor gore. It fell limply onto the grass.

"Don't worry about that thing. It was never your friend. How about you listen to a fellow human instead?" The woman smiled more warmly than anyone had ever smiled at Annabelle before. She was inviting. She wanted to trust her.

"It'll be much more enjoyable."

Calculations and Stats

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Bloodline start

1 gold
-1 choose two perks (Ally, Blood Magic)
3 silver
-3 for +6 to STR
4 bronze
-1 for +1 to AGI
-3 for +3 to age (18)

Rolls:
19 - Age 15
11 - Average body (+1 VIT)
19 - Metal specialization -> Bloodline start changed to Oddball [Blood] (+2 VIT, +1 MAG)
5 - Melee (+1 STR)
9 - Flowing outfit (+1 STR)
15 - Third eye power

11 - Enhanced Sustenance (+1 VIT)
1 - Dual Weapon, +1 Weapon Stat (Add Ranged trait, +1 AGI)
10 - Absolute Direction
5 - Interdimensional Home
10 - Hammerspace Handbag

Patron
Solo (Modified)

Benefits -
Free agent
Supplier

Drawback -
Alone

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The Slasher

"Evil to protect thee from Evil.
Evil to cast out Evil."

Theme

Name: Valentine Achill
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Character Sheet

Specialization: [DARKNESS]
Valentine's specialization is an all-out offense on her victim's senses and courage. If Darkness is an element used to achieve stealth, then Valentine is so potent in its effects that the very nature of it spread from her own body into the surrounding world. Valentine does not skulk about, dancing from shadow to shadow, she makes everything shadow. Valentine can cause entire rooms to become a void of blackness, or lay curses upon specific individuals to cast them into blindness. Even worse, the realms she creates come chock full of horrors -malignant, skittering monstrosities that give no quarter to the prey stuck in their void.

Weapon: [Ranged - "The Wretched"]
A bulky revolver of pure chrome. Utilizing the weapon requires preparation, as is not especially effective for prolonged battles. Valentine can compress her mana into pre-made shells for the gun, but can only fit nine shots into the revolving barrel. Limited in immediately available shots, it makes up for the drawback with utterly devastating firepower.

Power: [TENTACLES] [Razorbath]
Unfortunately for others, Valentines writhing tentacles aren't the smooth kind -they're the barbed wire kind. Though they are unlikely to be used as useful extra arms for picking up items or grapple-hooking her to higher spots, they are effective as additional weapons. Razor sharp and flexible, even passing glances by the wires are enough to savage their targets. Woeth be the victim who is snared head to toe in their violence.

Perks:
[Sorcery] - Even before becoming a magical girl, Valentine was already unraveling the secrets hidden within reality. It was unfortunate for that said dabbling ended with her own unintended, current predicament.
[Flexibility] - Perhaps it is because of the horrific nature of her powers that Valentine quickly found her body to be capable of easily freaking others out with her uncanny flexibility.
[Healing Artifact] - A reminder of the power that Big Sis has over her, the artifact contains the imprisoned Horror which had initially give her the powers of a magical girl. Now relegated to the status of a mere utility trinket, Valentine can channel mana into it to forcibly draw out a healing aura from the horror.
[Fated] - Valentine can't even begin to understand her task, but she could feel it in the back of her head when the horror first spoke with her. Perhaps it is because the thing is now imprisoned that she can't quite get a grip on what her destiny was supposed to be.
[Gifted] - Normally the Darkness element is known to be a domain of stealth and debuffs, but Valentine has managed to channel the nature of fear into the shadows, spawning horrible creatures to assail her enemies within the blackness.
[Ally] - Big Sis is Valentine's 'ally' if only because she gives her things and tells her what to do. Valentine knows what lies behind the government official's eyes, and it is not something she truly wants to serve. Nevertheless, she begrudgingly follows orders, never mind that she was given no other choice.
[Familiar] - A black doberman dog named "Maskim". Capable of shifting into a human form for short periods of time.

Stats

Untransformed
STR - 4 = 4
AGI - 4 + 1 (Flexibility) = 5
VIT - 4 + 1 (Body) = 5
MAG - 4 + 1 (Gifted) + 1 (Sorcery) = 6
LCK - 4 + 1 (Fated) = 5

Transformed
STR - 4 = 4
AGI - 4 + 1 (Flexibility) + 1 (Ranged weapon) = 6
VIT - 4 + 1 (Body) + 1 (Darkness specialization) = 6
MAG - 4 + 1 (Gifted) + 1 (Sorcery) + 2 (Darkness specialization) + 1 (Outfit) + 1 (1 bronze) + 6 (3 silver) + 4 (1 gold) + 1 (Ally) = 21
LCK - 4 + 1 (Fated) = 5

Patron - Solo - NEXT Shadow-Unit

Benefits:
[Free agent] - Valentine has been leashed into aiding the US government, though Big Sis will claim it is for humanity as a whole. To this end, anything beneficial to that mission is free for Valentine to take up, though she is still under a stern thumb.
[Supplier] - With the US government !behind her, Valentine can secure almost anything mundane in nature, provided she can convince her superior that it's necessary. A million bucks is probably not on the table of options.

Drawbacks:
[Alone] - ...But not quite. With the comparatively tiny backing of a half-unsanctioned US military body behind her, she is far more alone than those magical girls under the thumb of greater forces, but no less a part of something bigger than herself.

Fighting Style:
Rather than relying on skill or strength, Valentine relies on casting her targets into a state wherein they are unable to fight back. Once her target is just right -just the right amount of lost, just the right amount of unaware, just the right amount of inundated- Valentine strikes with focused, powerful attacks. Before and after, she is evasive and defensive, always waiting for the right moment. Face-to-face, she is less than capable, and so Valentine actively avoids such confrontations. If she cannot avoid it, she uses everything in her arsenal to break combat and reset.

Personality:
Short of temper and patience, Valentine is quick to lash out, and difficult to make friends with. she appears as the kind of young woman who clearly doesn't want to make friends, or else finds it very hard to muster the will to... or perhaps its a lack of courage. If one is around her long enough, they can clue in on her jumpy nature. Despite her specialization, Valentine is easily startled by things she doesn't immediately expect. The veil of toughness collapses during horror movies, or when spooked by hiding individuals looking to prank her.

Valentine definitely tries to hide this part of her, and a few well-placed but undeserved punches usually serves her well in dissuading what few friends she has from trying to pull something on her again. Though she protests a lot, and seems lazy, ultimately a good kick or urging can get her onto her feet. She hates staying in one place for long, anyways.

History:
If she had it her own way, she'd just be a sorceress. If she had it her own way, she'd still be learning whatever the hell she wanted. If she had her own way... she wouldn't be tossed about this stormy underworld.

Valentine was once a simply curious, and perhaps devilish young lady who had both a profusion of time and the lack of sense to stay out of trouble, which she spent on diving into that which normal humans weren't supposed to. For her efforts and flagrance, Valentine was rewarded with servitude under a Horror, turning her into a magical girl pawn to be used for whatever alien means her 'patron' prescribed. She nevertheless considered herself fortunate that this was her fate, as opposed to a sudden loss of sanity or life to the cosmic entity.

But even that change in lifestyle was not enough, it seemed, and the universe saw it fit to throw her further astray with a much closer-to-home entity in the form of the US government, and a woman whose eyes never truly looked as friendly as they tried to seem.

Another magical girl by the name of 'Big Sis' approached Valentine and dictated the ultimatum; join her group, or be hunted down for her status as the servant of an evil entity. What an option. Of course, Valentine couldn't complain if but in that she now had to serve such a scary lady and the government, of all things, but ultimately she couldn't care less who it was. It wasn't as if she was living a free life anyways.

Valentine joined the NEXT Shadow Unit begrudgingly. Parts of being a servant to the horror -namely being able to work alone- still appealed to her. The horror that once pulled her strings was summarily 'taken care of' as Big Sis described it, and Valentine did not question things when a strangely familiar sensation came to her after Big Sis placed a peculiar artifact into her hands one day. That was the end of that chapter.

And thus began a new one.

Calculations and Stats

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Emergency start
[Ally] and [Sorcery] chosen as Emergency start perks, allowing me to shift naturally-rolled Sorcery perk to opposite table, thus gaining [Familiar] as well.

1 gold
-1 +4 MAG
3 silver
-3 +6 MAG
4 bronze
-1 switch third perk
-2 +2 age
-1 +1 MAG

Rolls:
20 - Age 16
20 - Overdeveloped (+1 VIT)
10 - Darkness specialization (+2 MAG, +1 VIT)
10 - Ranged weapon (+1 AGI)
11 - Elaborate outfit (+1 MAG)
6 - (Twinned Soul) Re-rolled into 19 - Tentacles

16 - Sorcery (+1 MAG)
6 - Flexibility (+1 AGI)
13 - (Masculinity) -> (Healing Artifact) (1 bronze)
3 - Fated (+1 LCK)
5 - Gifted (+1 MAG)

Patron
Solo (Modified)

Benefits -
Free agent
Supplier

Drawback -
Alone