AtomicNut

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

@Crowvette

"An unfortunate case of waste management failure, hun. And you just spared the culprit." Celestine replied with a smug smirk, as she looked at the door once more. It looked sturdy.

"As for the screaming... It wouldn't be out of place on this school of tryhards. It is like having an entire school of Sashas, as you described her." The umbrella started to glow as the androgynous being started to spin it.

"Then again, we oughta help, no? Even if it is sparring this is the kind of place for some good old vandalism. Beats the stock market or telling Parker to do errands." They grinned confidently, as the jagged lines of Reinforcement Magic appeared on the umbrella... seconds before Celestine tossed it like a javelin against the door.

BOOM. The sturdy door was blow off its hinges, the vandal girlboy smugly proud of their work.

"After you, her ladyship." Celestine added as a retort.

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@KillamriX88
Wolf kept running through the halls, eyes darting to see anything out of the norm but no avail. It seemed deserted, only shadows dancing in the walls as he went by...

And then one of the shadows grew bigger and bigger... Something about to fall on top of Wolf.

That stopped at the last second.

The Clausewitz 3rd Year known as Kiwi the Librarian for her gentle yet dutiful demeanour, and her penchant for books was in the way.

"Ummm... It's dangerous out there. You should not run in the halls. If you are so kind. Please... umm. You might get hurt." She fidgetted, trying to keep Wolf out of harm's way. An action interrupted by a loud wrenching noise.

"It's the front door..." Kiwi said, and decided to switch priorities, skittering fast with her spider legs.

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"Heeey hex girl!" A coy voice shook Alyonna from her thoughts, as confident petite steps danced around the rain, the most vomit-inducing yellow umbrella of all things. On their other hand, there was one most curious thing. A stupid eyed-pigeon alongside a letter, whose bird eyes darted in every direction.

"So are you heading to beat up santa clauses? Those folks at Clausewitz sent me a letter of challenge. On a pigeon. Also your homework is ruined. This is why I text people." Celestine had arrived in tow, as they hurried along with Alyonna.

"Actual people use text messages." Celestine harumphed as they stopped all of a sudden just for a lightning bolt to narrowly miss them. "HAH, Nice try!". They jeered at the sky.

"Do I smell trouble over there?" Celestine reacted as they caught up. "It's dangerous to go alone! Take this." They said as they stretched their hand to Alyonna.

"Coo?" said the pidgeon at the motion of being offered.

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Parker watched the situation. A crazy bitch in pink hair was causing trouble already. The situation was familiar. Whatever, he could use the chaos to thin the numbers. Less opponents, more staying chances.

"I would like to issue a protest and ask for the disqualification of the Demon Lady. Friends cannot intervene in a fight. And that... lady just floored a tournament player."

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Parker

@Crowvette@Scarifar@KillamriX88

The young man flexed his fingers, still unaccostumed to the feeling of the biker gloves. With slow, careful steps of his boots he entered the madness of the ring. He had chosen some heavy duty clothes for his protection, which gave him a rough and tumble look.

Well, except for the neon pink t-shirt with a lime green logo, who said "PIZZA TIME". He did need a sponsor after all. Unlike half of the rich kids and their flamboyant powers, he had very little on his back. He could asked Celestine for more... but that person seemed to take more than give at times. So, he had settled for humilliating himself with such a garish look.

A booming voice was heard, of a metallic quality.

"YOU FOOL, BASK IN THE PRESENCE OF PSYLORD OVERMIND. I SHALL GET RID OF YOU AND YOUR CRIME AGAINST FASHION WITH MIND BULLETS" His opponent, was tall and lanky, and seemed to sway in mid air. He had chosen to attach random shiny metal bits to a jumpsuit, as well as glowsticks.

"Says the one with a bucket on his head with glowsticks taped to them."

"PSY HelM, FOol!" His voice cracked with bluster. "DISAPPearRr!"

And it hit him. A rain of mental psychic energies that bruised his flesh badly...like an airsoft shootout. While the initial bout of pain startled Parker, he had been through much much worse.

Stone the powerless freak! And his freak girlfriend!

He gritted his teeth as he endured the pain, and as soon as the rain stopped, shot a withering glare to the so called Psylord.

"FEEL THE PAIN TRAIN!" He screamed at Parker, before he noticed his glare."Uh...shouldn't you be going down or something?"

Parker cricked his neck in response, before closing the distance fast, and in a display of martial skill, landed a kick on Psylord's solar plexus.

"Mommy!" The cretin said, before assuming a half-assed fighting stance. "BuT SOON you wiLL fEAR me. I READ YOUr moves!" He said, while dodging Parker's blows.

In response, Parker became even more unrelenting, and faster. Psylord kept dodging, but eventually there is so much cardio a basement dweller could do.

Clonk!

With a mighty kick, the bucket was sent off flying, as the acne ridden face of a greasy youth with teeth brackets, who had the hint of a nosebleed, feverish eyes looking at his opponent.

"You will payyy!" He squeaked, as Parker could feel an invisible force lifting him off the ground, no matter how hard he flailed. His eyes kept being locked with those of the Psylord.

"I SHALL UNVEIL ALl oF YOUR secrets!" He screamed. "I see a pink haired girl, in a shower, smiling coyly... just like you wished... and she turns around and..."

It was at this point that Psylord stood still, becoming very silent. He clutched his eyes. "...cant unsee!" He squeaked faintly. "It burns..." He said, as Parker was dropped like a hot potato.

He got up immediatedly, as he towered over the crumpled Psylord.

"Say it." He said.

"Say what? I am sorry, oh god please..." The pathetic wimper of the psychic teenager was heard.

SLAP

The hand of Parker colliding with Psylord's cheek made a sound that was heard through the entire arena.

"Ow!"

"Say it." Parker insisted, his palm firm and open, ready for a reprise.

"Say what?"

SLAP

"Ow! I yield! I give up!"

It was at this point that Parker's hand turned to tap Psylord's shoulder, before whispering to his ear. "Next time you voice my inner thoughts I will break your legs in three places, understand?"

Psylord just nodded, to which Parker gave a him a friendly pat on the head before leaving. The bruising stung a bit, but it looked he still was in the tournament. Oh well.

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Retired Characters

Don't call him Dick.

Hider

_{"Whatever, as long as I get paid."
Height: 5'10"}

Name:

Richard Parker aka "Handyman"

Age:

18

Grade:

Thomas Haast Institute for the Consecratedly Challenged (THICC) 3rd year & Vigilantes

Biography:

Richard never knew his parents. He was abandoned at birth like so many others of his place. Despite being found out to not have a blessing, Parker did his best to fit and made no small effort to keep in the game with his superpowered peers. He always had a soft spot for people whose blessings (or lack thereof) made them miserable. He befriended a little sick girl (or so he thought at that time) named Celestine. Both of them endured together the dog-eat-dog ambient of the orphanage, and Parker even joked that they could eventually marry. However, to all things come an end. Celestine departed for a new life. Parker didn't. He struggled all alone in the orphanage. Eventually, his situation was taken over by an specific institution for those with defective or nonexistant blessings.

The new environment gave Parker the respite he needed to fully develop as a person and his skills. As such, under the institution protection and tutelage, his skill grew in leaps and bounds, and he eventually ventured to take side jobs, as well as affiliating himself with the Vigilantes. The institution did turn a blind eye to these activities, knowing that any extra bit of money and skill would count. Parker, for his part, has aspirations to get a decent cushy job and a wife whose blessing doesn't kill him.

Powers:

• Core Power:Godless: Richard Parker has no blessing. Nothing at all. He, however is both at the peak of fitness and mental skills.
• 1st "Power"-Jack of All Trades: Parker, from a very early age, has had to double down on learning new skills to compensate the blessings others have. As a result, he's skilled in a nearly staggering amount of diferent fields, like mixed martial arts, parkour,handcrafts, driving, cooking, basic mechanics... and the list goes on. Chances are, if it's useful for modern life, and it's a mundane utility that's not extremely specific (such as breaking science or military equipment), chances are Parker has a know how. Even if he doesn't, he knows a guy who knows a guy.

Relationships:

• Celestine:"I thought they were a girl. They're still hauntingly beatiful regardless, and they are twisted beyond redemption... Our friendship seems to have cooled off thus."

He's back! She's back?!

Hider

_{"Hahaha, die trash."
Height:4'10"}

Name:

Celestine Telamon Lightbringer,"Cel", "Bane of Clausewitz", "Jester of Kiburi."

Age:

15

Grade:

Mephisto 3rd year.

Biography:

Celestine was abandoned not long after they were born in this world. Discarded like trash because of their freak physical features, both boy and girl, they were taken in by an orphanage in Rhea. This allowed the strange child to survive... but their life was plagued by sentiments of rejection. The other children shunned them, and they were treated as unwanted weight upon the staff. Due to their seemingly impossible biology, they suffered from bouts of illness that nearly killed them before being five. Only one boy activedly befriended them, Parker. But he too, was a target of the bullies for he had been born without a blessing at all. Things seemed grim, until one day, a gentleman named Locke Telamon Lightbringer took the strange infant under their care.

Their adoptive father spared no effort in their education, sending them to the prestigious Saint Laurel's school and doted on the child. However, it was clear that the light of Saint Laurels held a lot of shadows. Bullies found their way to torment Cel inside the school, and yet the ambiguous infant shouldered on, holding on the bliss he found at home that many other orphans could never have. Little did they know that their father had other plans in store rather than raising a heir. When they arrived at home during their 14th birthday, a betrayal awaited. Celestine was to be sacrificed to untold gods and powers in exchange of forbidden knowledge. Celestine snapped, their blessing awakening fully at once, and managing to overpower the evil sorcerer stepfather, seizing all of his assets in the process when he died as a result of their struggle.

Frazzled and driven mad by the ordeal, Celestine tried then their chance at Clausewitz' school, intent on gaining martial prowess. However, when said school standards were deemed too tight for what they wished (to skip courses), the not-even-highschooler went on a rampage that sent 12 other students to the hospital, awakening a new power in the tribulation and gaining a new moniker. Disappointed, he instead tried their hand at Lord Kiburi's. Such school allowed him what he wished to do, as long as it was cool, but Celestine was unsatisfied. They had no desire to follow someone's trail, they were a trailblazer themselves. After admitting they had used Kiburi's project as stepping stone (much to the founder's hilarity) they quickly switched to a place that suited their needs the best, Mephisto.

Powers:

• Core Power:Soul of Chaos: Celestine's soul is... different than most. It holds all the potential outcomes, yet none of it is determined. As a first effect, they are neither female or male, and both and the same time. It is unbound in the grand scheme of fate, and thus allows for things others cannot accomplish. Celestine is flat out immune to luck-altering, or fate effects (clairvoyance upon their actions gives back random static noise), and given that the mind is built upon the soul, mind altering effects are not unlike hitting water with a sword: It doesn't stick for long. Moreover, the Soul of Chaos allows for practicising arcane arts, being skills that warp the natural order. It can cause a feeling of revulsion on certain people and sensitive animals.
• 1st Power-Sorcery (Od): Sorcery is the use of one's own internal magical energy (od, another word for this kind of energy is Ki), to perform some pretty basic spells. Cel is adept at using the od to heal minor wounds, launch small blasts of energy, that hurt as much as a punch, and reinforce their body to resist some enemy attacks and not die at the first time someone kicks them hard. Od is also employed in a mage's favorite trick: Flight. Useful for getting away and launching overhead attacks. This is a secondary ability that is taught.
• 2rd Power- Ritual Magic: Ritual magic refers to the complex rituals and scriptures a mage has to use in order to manifest powers that otherwise their Od would not be able to. These usually involve painstakingly intricate circles, chants, and exotic components. Sure, Mages can rain blizzards and fireballs on top of people's enemies with the right catalysts, but such a bizarre display would flush out months of work and years of savings in pretty fireworks. For example, a fireball would require a desiccated salamander ritually sacrificed under a new moon and smoked in a 100 year old tree's wood, and making a Wall of Ice would require to carve a single block of pure ice made from a pristine spring, and then melt it with purifying salt. It is possible for her to make lasting enchantments and curses, although the time and effort involved in those is proportional.This is a secondary ability that is taught.
• 3rd-Power-Eye of Kairos: After so many struggles in their life, Celestine has awakened a sort of sixth sense that follows the ebb of battle. As battle is chaos, they can seamlessly navigate it down to an instinctual level. Martial arts and battle moves become trivial to learn and counter, and tactics are but an afterthought. As this is an introspective ability, it cannot be negated in the way all their other senses can. However, the strain of use will eat away their concentration after enough time, and give them crippling migraines and disrupt their magic.

Relationships:

• Alyona::"My bestie. She seems to revel in inflicting misery as much as I do."
• Parker:"We used to be childhood friends back at the orphanage. He was a decent guy. Then again he thought I was a girl. I would loathe to fight him."

Moorvelous Mina

Hider

_{"Hi, I'm Mina!"
Height:6'6" including the horns}

Name:

Mina Taurus AKA "That stupid cow."

Age:

18

Grade:

Kiburi's 3rd year. (Almost Repeated, though.).

Biography:

Mina was born to an extremely wealthy couple who were the owners of a dairy cream brand. At first, she only had this odd discolorated patch on the crown of her hair, but the changes did not stop there. One day they found her literally eating daisies. Another day, a bushy tail sprouted from beneath her underwear. Bumps appeared on her forehead. And while her physical aptitude seemed to be off the charts, she was struggling in mental acuity.

Normal parents would have been incovenienced, but would have cherished their daughter. Not these two. Despite the wholesomeness of food business these two were legit corporate sharks, of keen intelligence and hard hearts, and they could not bear the insult of having a dimwitted half-cow of a daughter.

So they gave her into adoption at age 6.

Mina initially struggled at the orphanage, but soon found solace in exerting her superior physical aptitude to be one of the ringleaders. While she wasn't outright mean to most people, she was quite forceful, and often treated other children as toys, imposing a one-sided friendship upon them. Well, except the thing named Celestine. They felt so wrong, Mina could not help but give the perp daily beatings as soon as they entered their sight, often dragging the hopelessly idiot Parker with them.

She kinda gravited towards Suzakura, seeing a fellow strong figure. She always claimed they were both King and Queen of the Orphanage. He had a similar background to hers, so Mina stuck with him, no matter what the adults said. Once it was time to leave, she decided to attend Kiburi's... mostly because she failed every other school test because of her blessing. She almost repeated though, even though she watched the abomination known as Celestine skip all the way to third year before leaving the school.

In more recent times, however... It seems her estranged parents are clumsily trying to reach her, once they had learned her blessing allowed her to craft a panacea of sorts. She rebuffs their advances, however.

Powers:

• Core Power:Blessing of the Cow Goddess: Mina was blessed by a Goddess of Cattle and Wealth. As such both her external appearance (horns, tail, ears, and overall robust shape) and internal organs (she can subsist on a grass-rich diet among other things) are affected by bovine traits. It also knocked a few points off her IQ measurement, however.
• 1st Power-Bovine Might: Mina has all the strength of an Aurochs' packed in her body. As such, she is superhumanly strong and resilient. However, this makes her prone to be clumsy as she can't control her strenght so well.
• 2rd Power- Bovine Senses: Mina's senses of hearing and smell are greater than any human. She also has good night vision (because her eyes have a tapetum lucidum). However, this makes her a little colour blind. It doesn't affect her daily life but it gives her a horrible fashion sense. Her taste and touch are unaffected.
• 3rd-Power-Miracle Milk: Thanks to the blessing of the Goddess, Mina can craft a special milk who has the power to cure all ailments and wounds, as well as restore the imbiber to top shape (just like a certain anime's beans), unless they are lactose intolerant. Where does she get it from, she refuses to answer, but it is seemingly impossible for her to not have some at hand.

Relationships:

• Celestine::"Abomination!!"
• Parker:"He was always defending the abomination, but he wasn't that bad of a guy. He's now a hunk heeeh heee."
• Suzakura: "He's my best friend! Also a huge jerk! But my best friend!"

Substitute Character version Two

Name: Darla Drake

Age: 18

Grade:3rd Year at St Laurel's

Biography: It's safe to say that Drake was born in one of the wealthiest families of Rhea, if not the world. Her father, Arthur Drake, a geomancer, is a notorious tycoon with an appetite for new, raw resources and overthrowing goverments that he doesn't like. Drake Heavy Manufacturers is both seen with awe at the amount of worldwide money and clout it can muster, and the unrepentant bloodthirsty past it has. For Arthur Drake, originally hailing from Albion (not-Britain), everything was fair game.

Even buying royal blood. That's how Carla Maressan de Vauquelin came into his life. Originally a disgraced wreck of a disowned princess found in a third-rate country watering hole struggling to get her next fix and booze to support her waning hedonistic drug-addled life, the ruined beauty was in turn turned into trophy wife for the enterprising businessman.

From the union of a heartless businessman and a vapid, stupid princess who sought comfort in bottles and drugs rather than facing her own problems came forth Darla. Born in the lap of luxury, bereft of love. It was in this scenario when she caught the attention of a Crippled Blacksmith God, when in one of Carla's lapses of judgment, she dropped the infant on his head while being inebriated.

Following said revelation, Darla grew up wanting nothing but love. Everything that could be bought, was at her finger tips. The best food. The best tutors. But her father was all about business, and her mother...even though he couldn't shake off the feeling of affection and yearning she had for her, did not quite attend little Darla as she should have. The most motherly thing was probably sometimes singing for her lullabies when she was sober enough for her to realize she had a little kid, and to nurse a wound or two.

A harsh and unforgiving environment to grow up made Darla harsh and unforgiving. Not knowing the meaning of "No" for an answer, young Darla soon followed his father's footsteps, her gift having a tremendous synergy with the industrial and wealthy background of the family, and it all but set in stone that she would follow in his father's footsteps at the time. She was even gifted an entire city for him to manage at his 14th birthday, the city of BlackLake.

Things, however, took a turn for the worse when the fall of Vauquelin struck. While for her father this had been a very profitable business, despite the fact they technically their in-laws, it turned poorly for her mother, as she was seen as one of the loose ends that needed to be executed. Darla then moved. It is uncertain wether this was true affection or a sense of defending one's possessions but the assassins sent to execute her own mother were brought to heel by Darla's creations. One by one, then were extinguished in gruesome experiments, as the appetites of the youth for more philosophical questions like the nature of the soul were sought with steel and cut flesh, with energy and charred organs.

And so, It dawned upon her father a most disturbing realization he had nurtured a monster. Darla was everything he had wanted in a son and much more... It was an horrific and disgusting resounding success. Fearing for his future at the hands of the very child he raised, he sent her to Rhea, far from him, in a last ditch effort to at least teach her to fake, if not feel, empathy for fellow men and get a good PR image.

Powers:

Core Power - Ultimate Blacksmith: Darla was bestowed grace and power beyond mortal means to craft creations of metal and wondrous items, by none other than the god of the forge. As a side product she has an innate understanding for crafts and technology, but it has a huge caveat. For all the wondrous effects of her Blessing to take part, the creations she must assemble must be done by manual handcraft, while keeping automated processes to a minimum.

First Power- Legendary Metals: Darla can bring forth to life metallic alloys of legend. Three are of special mention. Adamantine, similar to a blackened steel but nearly indestructible by normal means (it can withstand lava and anything but the most extremely offensive powers), Mithril who is both as durable as the most durable mundane alloy while weighing as little as the most lightweight metal; And Orichalcum, a copper-like substance of a silver-gold colour which has superconductive properties at room temperature and most, importantly, it can react to powers channeled due to gifts, creating gear that enhances existing powers. Only Darla's gift can bring these alloys into existence, other people who somehow steal her recipe will find themselves with mundane alloys.

Second Power- Divine Armaments: Darla is able to hand-craft legendary weapons with the same ease people do wood carvings on small wood logs. Due to the heavy manual involvement, each item is a one-of-a-kind, and thus they have unique properties worthy of an unique name. A side effect of this power is that Darla can destroy Legendary weapons with her handcraft with the same ease one breaks down a failed pottery, being able to get raw materials out of the deed. Darla requires a certain amount of time to craft one, from weeks to months. She can hot-rig something in a few days or hours but it'll fall apart after a couple of uses.

Third Power- Spark of Talos: Darla's divine arts allow her to create life itself out a forge. Sentient automations who look up at her with reverence and near unshakable loyalty. They are capable of feeling and reason, and they can eventually rebel if Darla goes out of her way to abuse them for a prolonged period of time. After being made aware of this fact, Darla has built her automatons ever since with a Kill Switch.

Currently she has two of such constructs. Heavy duty Jet, with Adamantine chassis and suited for combat, and Pearl, with a lightweight mithril chassis for mundane tasks.

Relationships:

Vera Goh: A gorilla with money? Or is it a sow? Ugh. I cringe at her presence, but I must be polite. Until I can buy her family's company.
Wolf: Who? Ah, the Pink head's attachment. Forgettable. Might be worth to parade as toy. Maybe.
Andras: I don't know half of the names of these beggars. Stop.
Cel: Ugh. Disgusting little mishap of nature. They have potential, but I'd rather keep them outside my presence.
Parker: Eternal Gopher. I can make a dozen like him with my gift, so why bother? That being said, he's perky.
Ken: He's royalty? Good lord, Izumo really needed that revolution. Better not tell his uncle is one of our VIP clients... Possibly henpecked husband in the making?
Erisse: Idealistic. Cute. Her powers are useful. Maybe I should break her into servitude to be a carrier.
Suzakura: Probably the closest thing to respect? I still want to strangle him for his lecherous disrespect but gotta admire his spunk. Frenemy? Is that a thing, even?
Mina: Overflowing with abundance. I don't know where she buys her bras. Can heal wounds. Mind bogglingly stupid, and her parents insist she's on the same level as me. Well, maybe I can make use of her.
Michael: Come to think, my creations need fancy paintings. Maybe I should commission him... A nude maybe?
Duke: Fellow 3rd year. Rags to Riches and riches to rag. Bit of a street rat. Maybe If I entice him with the right cheese he would be useful. Oh yes, he could be at my feet squirming.
Chinami: She would be a great sidekick if she wasn't such a mongrel. Oh and that stupid Suzakura is after her. Misery draws misery.
Alyona: Fellow Royal blood. Completely cursed. I might feel like helping her. Might.
Rev: Cousin... don't overdo it. You're probably the only one besides mother I care about.

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

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Hider

Dina

4 | 4 | 3 | 4 | 3
7 | 10 | 7 | 20 | 7
Reinforcement/Beast | Power of Friendship/Avatar
True Sight | Reverence | Diehard | Lure | Overcity Shift | Flexibility | Gifted
Free Agent| Magical Overload
Alone | Monstruous Form
Non Standard Limbs | Builder | Second Specialization(Beast) | Broken Reincarnation

Dina looked at the scene, before frowning once more. This had been too much of a close call. Scratch the Queen, she herself would want some answers. Eyeing the sky she couldn't shatter the ominous feeling she had, and with only the faintest glance, she decided to go after whoever had controlled the crows earlier, incidentally tailing after Finn and company.

I guess the trail might be cold now... damnit Sann, what is taking you that much time?? She thought as she punched one of the numbers on speed dial, to no avail.

Shortly afterwards, a message appeared on Dina's phone. "Busy. Fight. JVV." she received as she bit her lip, speeding up.

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Shortly after Sanngridr made her offer, a phone rang. Sanngridr frowned ever so slightly before punching a few keys in a message and closing it. "Sorry about that. Granny kitty."

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However... a second message was sent as Sann fumbled with her phone. It has been sent to a very special person. "CVV Found." It said.

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

Hider

Sakura

3 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 3
8 | 17 | 7 | 17 | 5
Lightning - Water - Air | Killing Blow
Awareness | Enhanced Outfit | Training (Wing Chun) | Sanctum | Bile | Reverence |Immortality
Free Agent | Mana Overload
Alone | Monstrous Form

Bank Battlefield

@Ponn@PlatinumSkink@Ariamis@Majoras End

Sakura panted heavily, as she felt her thoughts go slow and heavy, as if she was crawling through mud. Her body was numb and sure, and was stinging all over, unable to lift herself from the ground. Even breathing seemed to hurt now. Her good eye, blurry and unfocused, could only discern rough, human-like shapes. As if to nurse her own wounds, she seemed to whisper to herself.

_{"I did it...Tenebra... The price has been paid."} She stated, unapologetically. It was then when she felt a new blur, with some kind of weapon aimed at her, berating her lack of morals and chastising her for daring to strike a little girl. Her teeth clenched as a low key, ragged growl came forth from her windpipe, along a hiss. Her limp fingers clenched into a fist, as she summoned every inch of her remaining will to give this new bitch a piece of her own mind...the dragon way. Her mouth glowed ominously. She could probably rip off her ankles with a good timed Storm breath or something...

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Meanwhile, Sanngridr just raised an eyebrow at the fast pacing of events. First, Decaffeine. Second, Valerie meddling in, signifying Cradle was involved. And third, the plight of a certain girl which made Ronin and her sister scatter from beneath her like panicked chicklings. Her eyes rested on the lady of Nightmares after offering a cursory nod to Gaia. Well, at this point, she could have taken Caroline, and fight her way out with her might, but even Justine wasn't enough of a reward for all the trouble. Sonia was still with Al, after all. What mattered if that oh-so called pretender of a playmaker that the Cradle top lady wanted to collect the special edition Justine and Caroline dolls? If anything, that only made her plays more blatant. It was apity, but she wasn't risking much more to get Justine back. Reaver was gone for trying to lick too many boots, a lesson hard learned.

And Sanngridr knew from more opaque players. So she beat her wings, once, and in an elegant stride, closed the gap between her and Connie, her eyes digging into the distraught girl. Her hand gently reached for the masked girl's chin with one finger, before tracing it back to the black tears running down her cheeks.

"Fear not, my masked lady. I have power over life and death. I am the Chooser of the Slain, after all." Sanngridr smiled as sweetly as she could, before slowly pulling her sword out, and using the inky tears from Connie, wrote a rune in the blade.

"Witness." She said solemnly as she aimed at the space between combatants. "BERKANAN!" She added in an energetic voice, as she focused her reinforcement and the rune. Coupled with the copied barrage power, Sanngridr's magical move turned into a healing explosion of sorts, revitalizing not only Caroline... but Sakura, and even Gaia too.

Sanngridr would then shrug and smile, her eyes now resting on Valerie. "What a disappointment more capable fighters did not join at once, then perhaps some of this... drama could have been avoided. Or then again, maybe not." The Valkyrie of cruelty then turned her back on the scene, not before giving a last longing stare to Justine, her eyes now resting on the green and black duo.

"Sanngridr used to have a dance partner, but she didn't know the steps... do you want to eat something out after this, mm?"

Feeling new energies coursing through her, Sakura managed to stand up, calming herself. Her hunched posture still betrayed a lot of damage, but even so she managed to look dignified as she picked her own severed horn, glare piercing at Justine. "How do you like them apples, Keepitreal? You shouldn't be too surprised this happened. That little yandere-chan is every inch the lunatic you were. And you, Robot Maid-chan, keep that Visa Cereal junior chan on a tight leash."

She then turned her back on them, grumbling all the way as she slithered away, not before doing a last parting gesture with one of her middle fingers.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Do we get free drinks? I'm in.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Just a heads up, this is a remake of an old rp. We are currently working on it, but these things may take time.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

He's back! She's back?!

Hider

_{"Hahaha, die trash."
Height:4'10"}

Name:

Celestine Telamon Lightbringer,"Cel", "Bane of Clausewitz", "Jester of Kiburi."

Age:

15

Grade:

Mephisto 3rd year.

Biography:

Celestine was abandoned not long after they were born in this world. Discarded like trash because of their freak physical features, both boy and girl, they were taken in by an orphanage in Rhea. This allowed the strange child to survive... but their life was plagued by sentiments of rejection. The other children shunned them, and they were treated as unwanted weight upon the staff. Due to their seemingly impossible biology, they suffered from bouts of illness that nearly killed them before being five. Only one boy activedly befriended them, Parker. But he too, was a target of the bullies for he had been born without a blessing at all. Things seemed grim, until one day, a gentleman named Locke Telamon Lightbringer took the strange infant under their care.

Their adoptive father spared no effort in their education, sending them to the prestigious Saint Laurel's school and doted on the child. However, it was clear that the light of Saint Laurels held a lot of shadows. Bullies found their way to torment Cel inside the school, and yet the ambiguous infant shouldered on, holding on the bliss he found at home that many other orphans could never have. Little did they know that their father had other plans in store rather than raising a heir. When they arrived at home during their 14th birthday, a betrayal awaited. Celestine was to be sacrificed to untold gods and powers in exchange of forbidden knowledge. Celestine snapped, their blessing awakening fully at once, and managing to overpower the evil sorcerer stepfather, seizing all of his assets in the process when he died as a result of their struggle.

Frazzled and driven mad by the ordeal, Celestine tried then their chance at Clausewitz' school, intent on gaining martial prowess. However, when said school standards were deemed too tight for what they wished (to skip courses), the not-even-highschooler went on a rampage that sent 12 other students to the hospital, awakening a new power in the tribulation and gaining a new moniker. Disappointed, he instead tried their hand at Lord Kiburi's. Such school allowed him what he wished to do, as long as it was cool, but Celestine was unsatisfied. They had no desire to follow someone's trail, they were a trailblazer themselves. After admitting they had used Kiburi's project as stepping stone (much to the founder's hilarity) they quickly switched to a place that suited their needs the best, Mephisto.

Powers:

• Core Power:Soul of Chaos: Celestine's soul is... different than most. It holds all the potential outcomes, yet none of it is determined. As a first effect, they are neither female or male, and both and the same time. It is unbound in the grand scheme of fate, and thus allows for things others cannot accomplish. Celestine is flat out immune to luck-altering, or fate effects (clairvoyance upon their actions gives back random static noise), and given that the mind is built upon the soul, mind altering effects are not unlike hitting water with a sword: It doesn't stick for long. Moreover, the Soul of Chaos allows for practicising arcane arts, being skills that warp the natural order. It can cause a feeling of revulsion on certain people and sensitive animals.
• 1st Power-Sorcery (Od): Sorcery is the use of one's own internal magical energy (od, another word for this kind of energy is Ki), to perform some pretty basic spells. Cel is adept at using the od to heal minor wounds, launch small blasts of energy, that hurt as much as a punch, and reinforce their body to resist some enemy attacks and not die at the first time someone kicks them hard. Od is also employed in a mage's favorite trick: Flight. Useful for getting away and launching overhead attacks. This is a secondary ability that is taught.
• 2rd Power- Ritual Magic: Ritual magic refers to the complex rituals and scriptures a mage has to use in order to manifest powers that otherwise their Od would not be able to. These usually involve painstakingly intricate circles, chants, and exotic components. Sure, Mages can rain blizzards and fireballs on top of people's enemies with the right catalysts, but such a bizarre display would flush out months of work and years of savings in pretty fireworks. For example, a fireball would require a desiccated salamander ritually sacrificed under a new moon and smoked in a 100 year old tree's wood, and making a Wall of Ice would require to carve a single block of pure ice made from a pristine spring, and then melt it with purifying salt. It is possible for her to make lasting enchantments and curses, although the time and effort involved in those is proportional.This is a secondary ability that is taught.
• 3rd-Power-Eye of Kairos: After so many struggles in their life, Celestine has awakened a sort of sixth sense that follows the ebb of battle. As battle is chaos, they can seamlessly navigate it down to an instinctual level. Martial arts and battle moves become trivial to learn and counter, and tactics are but an afterthought. As this is an introspective ability, it cannot be negated in the way all their other senses can. However, the strain of use will eat away their concentration after enough time, and give them crippling migraines and disrupt his magic.

Relationships:

• Alyona::"My bestie. She sheems to revel in inflicting misery as much as I do."
• Parker:"We used to be childhood friends back at the orphanage. He was a decent guy. Then again he thought I was a girl. I would loathe to fight him."

Don't call him Dick.

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_{"Whatever, as long as I get paid."
Height: 5'10"}

Name:

Richard Parker aka "Handyman"

Age:

18

Grade:

Thomas Haast Institute for the Consecratedly Challenged (THICC) 3rd year & Vigilantes

Biography:

Richard never knew his parents. He was abandoned at birth like so many others of his place. Despite being found out to not have a blessing, Parker did his best to fit and made no small effort to keep in the game with his superpowered peers. He always had a soft spot for people whose blessings (or lack thereof) made them miserable. He befriended a little sick girl (or so he thought at that time) named Celestine. Both of them endured together the dog-eat-dog ambient of the orphanage, and Parker even joked that they could eventually marry. However, to all things come an end. Celestine departed for a new life. Parker didn't. He struggled all alone in the orphanage. Eventually, his situation was taken over by an specific institution for those with defective or nonexistant blessings.

The new environment gave Parker the respite he needed to fully develop as a person and his skills. As such, under the institution protection and tutelage, his skill grew in leaps and bounds, and he eventually ventured to take side jobs, as well as affiliating himself with the Vigilantes. The institution did turn a blind eye to these activities, knowing that any extra bit of money and skill would count. Parker, for his part, has aspirations to get a decent cushy job and a wife whose blessing doesn't kill him.

Powers:

• Core Power:Godless: Richard Parker has no blessing. Nothing at all. He, however is both at the peak of fitness and mental skills.
• 1st "Power"-Jack of All Trades: Parker, from a very early age, has had to double down on learning new skills to compensate the blessings others have. As a result, he's skilled in a nearly staggering amount of diferent fields, like mixed martial arts, parkour,handcrafts, driving, cooking, basic mechanics... and the list goes on. Chances are, if it's useful for modern life, and it's a mundane utility that's not extremely specific (such as breaking science or military equipment), chances are Parker has a know how. Even if he doesn't, he knows a guy who knows a guy.

Relationships:

• Celestine:"I thought they were a girl. They're still hauntingly beatiful regardless, and they are twisted beyond redemption... Our friendship seems to have cooled off thus."

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

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Sakura

3 | 4 | 3 | 3 | 3
8 | 17 | 7 | 17 | 5
Lightning - Water - Air | Killing Blow
Awareness | Enhanced Outfit | Training (Wing Chun) | Sanctum | Bile | Reverence |Immortality
Free Agent | Mana Overload
Alone | Monstrous Form
Centaur Layout | Second Specialization | Hoarder | Powerful Aura

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Does my will...amount to this little?

Sakura reeled upon the impact, as a now frenzied Visceral was bearing upon her. She had once prided once in her speed and nimbleness, but losing her legs had... hurt her stance. Covering herself in a glob of water to augment her defenses, she gritted her teeth as she was quickly put on the defensive. She deftly parried the best she could, with her sinous body and keen senses. They picked up that the others were trying to aid her.

Except it was not aid. The green spore beam hit Sakura's water glob, and in a frustrated reaction, wind swatted the attack away.

Am I that...unreliable that you must put me down like a rabid dog? Sakura thought, as she felt hurt. She who had returned to Penrose. She who had risked life and limb to help these girls. Now she had been targetted by their own weapons. The shock allowed Caroline to strike true, the blade biting deep in the crown of Sakura's head, lodging one of her horns off, as blood spouted copiously.

Hurt. Betrayed. She who had given everything to these whimsical girls. A third rate freak. A walking joke. She couldn't see from her left eye any longer.

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_"Enough." She whispered in a harsh voice, as her remaining open eye glowed with the light of thunder. The night seemed to become darker by the moment, as the water surrounding her became electrified. She couldn't feel the pain any longer. Only the burning sensation. Her jaws became more unhinged and serpentine, as cloak of fast-moving razor winds engulfed her. A roar.

"EYYYYYYAAAAAAAARGH!"

An ear-splitting shriek, of both girl and dragon was heard as her powerful aura swelled outwards, engulfing the whole battlefield. The weather changed, as rain started to pour, and the distant sound of thunder came closer. Probably half of the city was aware of the power being deployed here, but the dragon princess did not care. Her glowing eye was now tracking Caroline. An armor of stormy weather was now covering her. But the wind was just picking up.

Hot Fire and Cold Water. One circling, one rooted. Two parts of the half. When both clashed, thunder followed. When both moved, storm was being brought forth, and so with Sakura's control of humid winds and Caroline's fierce weapon, a large waterspout was manifested surrounding Sakura.

"CHOKE ON YOUR SWEET RED, YOU BRAT!" She boomed as she barreled with the full force of the tornado towards Caroline.

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Dina

4 | 4 | 3 | 4 | 3
7 | 10 | 7 | 20 | 7
Reinforcement/Beast | Power of Friendship/Avatar
True Sight | Reverence | Diehard | Lure | Overcity Shift | Flexibility | Gifted
Free Agent| Magical Overload
Alone | Monstruous Form
Non Standard Limbs | Builder | Second Specialization(Beast) | Broken Reincarnation

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Dina gritted her teeth as she struggled to maintain the Phoenix in the fray, hungrily eating mana. The battle tide seemed to hold for now, until she noticed that the Crimson Cradle agent decided to flee chasing the source of hostile magic.

"Let others have the glory this time." She muttered as she focused maintaining the restorative duties. But the bleedout of allies did not stop there. Justine fled, earning a stern gaze from Dina, as well as Mayra, who was not that trusted to be disciplined to begin with. Dina's eyes cast a sight in the distance... and seeing disturbances further in the city, in the direction of the hospital.

"The Varangian is also busy, huh." She added. With a flick, she dismissed the mana costly phoenix. And that's when she saw the line faltering. One of the Sanctuary warriors had been struck, and yet another one was left in shock. Not good.

Dina clicked her tongue and descended upon the fray, her battle wires ready, only to be pushed back with force by the sudden interruption, landing with cat-like grace further away from the trio. Her eyes narrowed at the Queen. She should have been more mindful of friendly fire.

"RAMPARTS!" She gestured, as she created barriers around the fallen Ashlyn and shocked Monica, giving the Sanctuary warriors a little of respite from the chaos. She advanced in cautioned steps as she began to stabilize the fallen so called head of security.

"Retreat. You're far too shaken, Hearth Priestess." She said in a commanding voice to Monica as she tended the wounds of Ashlyn, her steely temper becoming harsher and colder as the battle raged with new arrivals like the walking fashion disaster of sugary doom. "With this amount of firepower, you are not needed for the cleanup. Take the wounded ones with you."

"I'll finish this with the others, then rejoin you for further treatment." Dina said as she readied her wires, waiting for the wendigos to try and assail her walls. Her tail swishing, indicating her displeasure.

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Sanngridr

_{She only wanted a dance}
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Sanngridr

6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6
10 | 14 | 10 | 24 | 6
Spirit and Reinforcement | Copycat / Evil Third Eye
Power Artifact | Enhanced Wings | Soul Jar | Gifted | Martial Training | Overcity Shift | Enhanced Transformation | Sorcery (Runes) | Awareness
Divine Competence | Paragon | Mana Overload | Black Coin | Non-Exclusivity
Rites | Monstrous Form | Even More Debt | Betrayal
Devourer | Second Specialization | Wings | Broken Reincarnation | Destroyer

"Huh?" Sanngridr's bewilderement was made patent as she just watched her would be dance partner jump straight into a spear of her own making. "You're a poor dancer, Let me-KYAAANNN~~" She cut herself halfway through, letting a very strange sound as the Wendigo bit her wing. Whatever the beast had decided to nibble, It must have been a *very* sensitive spot, as the half pained exclamation of the valkyrie attested. Her usual attitude was stripped off her, and the other two people could see her cheeks flush, and a tear welling in her eyes, before unbidden fury flashed in them.

She struck fast and hard, twisting her body in a single thrust with her sword, and the ability of a surgeon. Hitting the heart of the offending creature, impaled in her own blade, now protuding outside the Wendigo´s body. Sanngridr then used her other hand to dab some blood on the blade from the falled creature, as she wrote runes on it.

"DAE...GAZ!" She said in a frazzled tone, her blade bursting in radiant energy and destroying the heart, while she panted heavily. It was then when her attention turned to the male magical boy... tending her dance partner's wounds. Her gaze narrowed upon on the offender.

"I'll allow it." She finally conceded. "She is a bad dancer anyway. But you, tophat...you owe me a dance now..." She whispered, as the crown hummed and cracked once more reigning her foul temper in.

It was then when a thunderous yell was heard, nearby. Sanngridr eyed the two, then eyed the direction. She caressed her torn wing and applied some healing on it, before shooting up and away, leaving some feathers behind.

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The situation with the rampaging Sakura and Caroline was getting dark quickly. But for Ronin and Miko, it just went all dark of a sudden. Finding themselves covered in something that warded off the wind, dark and fluffy. Wings. They could recognize those wings that covered the both of them.

"Looks like you've got a little problem...girls." Sanngridr said to the couple, before turning her sight to the green girl. "And fellow deity servant."

Wait, is that... Sanngridr's eyes now rested on the figure right next to Gaia... and then offered her best smile. "Need a little help?"