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Written: A Fairytale RP

@banjoanjo

Everything looks good! You can throw her in the CS tab whenever you're ready. Same for the IC. Whenever you're ready!

@HalfOfLancelot

Aight, thanks bro.

Written: A Fairytale RP

Mulan

MULAN

_{"The flower that blooms in adversity... is the most rare and beautiful of them all."}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Hua Mulan (花木蘭)

• S T O R Y

Ballad of Mulan

• B I R T H P L A C E

China, Easternmost

• M A G I C

No.

• A G E

32

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Since the loss of her homeland, including her family, Mulan has been reluctant to start any meaningful romantic relationship. Her mind is too occupied by other things like her job and fixing the Cataclysm. Though she has the occasional fling here and there, any attempt at something more will be politely rebuked, unless there’s someone out there impressive enough to pique her interest and invested enough to coax her out of her shell.

• A T T I R E

Short side-swept hair that varies between shades of black and brown, depending on if she remembers to re-dye it. A generally cute face with a button nose and cheerful double-lidded eyes, which is a poor indicator for her now brusque personality. Could usually be found with a dozy content smile on her face, though that has been rare ever since the Cataclysm. Now that smile is replaced with an unimpressed-looking stare. Somehow looks androgynous when she ties her hair up, which catches the attention of people of all genders.
Mulan is the proud owner of quite the athletic body, forged during her military service and maintained by her morning routine and weekly visits to the gym. She is noticeably toned, a lot more than a usual woman of her age. Callused hands and several scars can be found on her body, the noticeable of the scars being a large, deep cut on the left side of her torso.
Doesn’t put much effort or money into her appearance but still barely passes as “not unfashionable”. Wears clothes that are easy to move around in, usually light-coloured jeans, sneakers, a simple loose t-shirt and light jacket. Doesn’t own much clothing and has one particular army jacket she seems to prefer. Overall, her fashion sense is slightly masculine.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

When examining this legendary warrior, it is important to distinguish between the clumsy, tomboyish teenage girl who entered the war, the disciplined yet gentle soldier who emerged, and the guilt-ridden pessimist who currently resides in Mystvale.
Fundamentally, Mulan is a warm hearted person. Before the conscription, she was outgoing, spoke her mind and helped others whenever she could. Of course, Ancient China wasn’t a sort of society that welcomed these traits in a young woman. Her personality generated some friction between her and her elders, which led to a lot of self doubt and a general awkwardness that was apparent whenever she engaged in conversation with anyone.
Her time in the army changed much of this. Over time her confidence grew and constant exposure to her comrades made her more outgoing. Both these elements evolved as she became more capable, physically and emotionally. By the time her service was over she was an accomplished adult who was admired by her peers. Most of her youthful sheepishness was gone, though occasionally it reappears. A notable trait of her personality that emerged during this era is her fierce loyalty, to her fellow soldiers and her country. From this primary trait also came a new respect for honour and tradition.
Now as a detective in Mystvale, most people view her as antisocial and gruff. Many attribute it to her years in the company of soldiers. In reality, it stems from the lack of progress done to fix the Cataclysm, which has worn through her patience long ago. Mulan exudes an air of tiredness and though her kind nature still lies under the surface, her overall demeanour makes it seem like she has a raging hatred for most people.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Mulan’s skillset is that of any soldier who has served in an army for 12 years. In terms of combat, she is experienced in Chinese swordsmanship, archery, horse-riding, and unarmed combat. She has also gained limited skills in war tactics and leadership. In recent years, some of these skills have gotten slightly rusty. When working as an officer, Mulan utilises her sword skills with a police baton or heavy torch.

• F A T A L F L A W

Like many heroes, Mulan possesses a strong loyalty to those close to her. Rather than it being a self-sacrificial sort of loyalty, Mulan’s is more of a single-track-mindedness. When faced with a goal she absolutely must achieve, Mulan will do whatever it takes to achieve it and help those close to her. This could lead to the alienation of people trying to help her or even overriding the wishes of those who she is trying to help. Though she has never been pushed so far, her strong sense of honour may also be tested by this flaw.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Mulan was born the eldest to a loving family. Though she served her duties as a daughter faithfully, the others in the village regarded her with distaste. She was at the prime age for marriage, yet Mulan could not devote herself to that particular duty.
With the threat of invasion coming from all around the borders of China, conscription was a common occurrence. The draft poster made it clear. One able-bodied man from every household was the requirement. Her little brother wasn’t anywhere near old enough to be considered a man. Her father, having spent his glory days on the battlefield, was far from able-bodied. Failure to produce a soldier would result in punishment. It took some convincing, but after many lengthy and heated discussions, Mulan was able to convince her parents to let her go. The townsfolk wouldn’t miss her if she left. And she would do anything for her family. She was gifted with enough money to buy a horse and some supplies. And with that, she set off.
Army life was tough at first. She was physically weaker than all the other soldiers. Constant marching and camping and training made her question her life choices almost every night. Muscle pains would be met with more pains the next day. And then there were the wars themselves. Bloodshed, lots of it caused by her own blade. It might have bothered others, the act of taking countless lives. Scratch that, it definitely bothered others. As she lay at night, woken by the screams and sobs of her comrades, Mulan would ask herself if she should be feeling the same. She quickly decided against it. She was doing all this for her family after all. She needed to be strong, stronger than the rest. It got easier as time went on. She learnt well, made friends as well as highly-ranked connections. Mulan entered the fast-track of military life in due time.
The Cataclysm struck five years into her service. By then she had climbed the ranks comfortably, and was sitting on the title of Captain. The army dwindled considerably as men needed to return to their farms and combat the famines. Neighbouring countries grew more desperate as the seas blackened and crops started dying, leading them to try and seize more Chinese territory. Mulan fought hard during these years, gaining her a reputation as a national hero. But the problems only grew worse over time. During the tenth year of her time in the army, the soldier was offered a promotion from the Emperor himself. Instead Mulan humbly requested a horse to ride back on, so that she could help her family during these troubled times.
After reuniting with her loved ones, Mulan did her best to maintain her family’s livelihood. But she was beginning to lose hope. A few months passed and she was suddenly approached by a strange man named Merlin. He offered her a chance to go on another journey, one to find a solution to the Cataclysm in another world. Mulan put on her former armour, packed her things and bid her family farewell, hoping to find a chance to save them in this strange land.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

She didn’t let the marvels of this new world get to her head. She knew what she was looking for, and who would be able to find it for her. Out of all the new inhabitants of Mystvale, Mulan was probably one of Merlin’s frequent visitors and the one who pestered him the most about his progress with the Cataclysm. In the mean time, she took a job with the local police force. As the years went on, she grew most dejected and impatient. She hasn’t lost all her hope yet. She continues to wait as she begrudgingly picks up Holmes’ slack at the station. With rumours of a Second Cataclysm, Mulan is both on edge and excited. Maybe this one will give her the answers she needs. If she manages to live through it.

Written: A Fairytale RP

Mulan

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Mulan's House -> Dorothy's Place

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Muscle memory is a fascinating thing. Maximum physical output for minimum mental effort. Actions before thought. Indeed this behavioural phenomenon is of great benefit for people of all occupations, from musicians to athletes. But for Hua Mulan, this was not the case. When someone is woken up by the sound of their own body falling off the bed at 3 in the morning, they usually don’t want to open their eyes to the sight of a sword, the one that was always kept sheathed on the bedside table, unsheathed and held pointedly in their own hands. They certainly don’t want to find themselves in a battle stance, one that had been beaten and embedded into their muscles from years of hard training in the army, and pointing aforementioned sword at their wardrobe. They don’t want to have to groan and force their tired eyes open due to the continued tremors and sounds of tableware getting thrown off their perches. Sadly, Hua Mulan woke up to all these occurrences. Whatever. It wasn’t like she was getting any decent sleep these last few years.

She blearily wiped her eyes with her non-sword hand before sheathing her weapon. Aside from a mug she never liked anyway, nothing in her house was shaken up too badly. The tremors shook her straight to the core. She put a hand to her chest, hoping that this action would hide her anticipation. No doubt about it, a Second Cataclysm was coming. And that geezer, Merlin, has said almost nothing substantial about it. Mulan scowled at the thought of that senile hack.

Deciding that she wasn’t going to get much sleep anyway, Mulan scooped herself a generous bowl of cold rice from the rice cooker (one of the rare things she actually liked in this world. So convenient!) and picked at it absentmindedly as she watched whatever subpar television programs that aired at 3 in the morning. After her simple breakfast came her morning exercises. 200 pushups, 100 situps, 100 leg lifts, and 200 squats. A few hours earlier than usual, but it wasn’t a fuss, not even when the power went out halfway through. She waited patiently for the lights to return. Couldn’t leave the house without a nice hot shower, after all.

Then the phone call came in. Another disappearance, most likely related to the Cataclysm. Mulan rushed about, showering quickly and dressing quickly. Lancelot would be making her way to Dorothy’s place too. If the Chinese soldier was doing her own investigating when she was meant to be on call, the “sheriff” might get pissy. Mulan briefly considered just heading to the station as usual before dismissing the thought completely. The mundanes would be fine with yet another tardy detective. They dealt with Holmes’ slacking well enough. Lancelot would just have to deal with it. Plus, this was important. She hadn’t spoken with Merlin in a while. He would probably show up at the site too. Mulan grabbed her essentials; phone, baton, badge, and police jacket; and walked out the door.

Written: A Fairytale RP

Just noticed that there's a Discord server for this. Can someone put up a new invite link?

Avatar: The Cycle of the Seasons

Yeah, pretty disappointing overall. I was looking forward to this one.

Avatar: The Cycle of the Seasons

So is this RP still going?

Written: A Fairytale RP

@HalfOfLancelot @McHaggis @Undine @Roosan

Here's my Mulan CS. She's a real crankypants.
There are probably a bunch of mistakes or things that I'm unhappy with, particularly in the Bio section, but I'll proofread it later. I'll find a picture soon too.

Mulan

MULAN

_{"The flower that blooms in adversity... is the most rare and beautiful of them all."}

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T H E H E R O

• N A M E

Hua Mulan (花木蘭)

• S T O R Y

Ballad of Mulan

• B I R T H P L A C E

China, Easternmost

• M A G I C

No.

• A G E

32

• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S

Since the loss of her homeland, including her family, Mulan has been reluctant to start any meaningful romantic relationship. Her mind is too occupied by other things like her job and fixing the Cataclysm. Though she has the occasional fling here and there, any attempt at something more will be politely rebuked, unless there’s someone out there impressive enough to pique her interest and invested enough to coax her out of her shell.

• A T T I R E

Short side-swept hair that varies between shades of black and brown, depending on if she remembers to re-dye it. A generally cute face with a button nose and cheerful double-lidded eyes, which is a poor indicator for her now brusque personality. Could usually be found with a dozy content smile on her face, though that has been rare ever since the Cataclysm. Now that smile is replaced with an unimpressed-looking stare. Somehow looks androgynous when she ties her hair up, which catches the attention of people of all genders.
Mulan is the proud owner of quite the athletic body, forged during her military service and maintained by her morning routine and weekly visits to the gym. She is noticeably toned, a lot more than a usual woman of her age. Callused hands and several scars can be found on her body, the noticeable of the scars being a large, deep cut on the left side of her torso.
Doesn’t put much effort or money into her appearance but still barely passes as “not unfashionable”. Wears clothes that are easy to move around in, usually light-coloured jeans, sneakers, a simple loose t-shirt and light jacket. Doesn’t own much clothing and has one particular army jacket she seems to prefer. Overall, her fashion sense is slightly masculine.

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I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .

• H E R O ' S N A T U R E

When examining this legendary warrior, it is important to distinguish between the clumsy, tomboyish teenage girl who entered the war, the disciplined yet gentle soldier who emerged, and the guilt-ridden pessimist who currently resides in Mystvale.
Fundamentally, Mulan is a warm hearted person. Before the conscription, she was outgoing, spoke her mind and helped others whenever she could. Of course, Ancient China wasn’t a sort of society that welcomed these traits in a young woman. Her personality generated some friction between her and her elders, which led to a lot of self doubt and a general awkwardness that was apparent whenever she engaged in conversation with anyone.
Her time in the army changed much of this. Over time her confidence grew and constant exposure to her comrades made her more outgoing. Both these elements evolved as she became more capable, physically and emotionally. By the time her service was over she was an accomplished adult who was admired by her peers. Most of her youthful sheepishness was gone, though occasionally it reappears. A notable trait of her personality that emerged during this era is her fierce loyalty, to her fellow soldiers and her country. From this primary trait also came a new respect for honour and tradition.
Now as a detective in Mystvale, most people view her as antisocial and gruff. Many attribute it to her years in the company of soldiers. In reality, it stems from the lack of progress done to fix the Cataclysm, which has worn through her patience long ago. Mulan exudes an air of tiredness and though her kind nature still lies under the surface, her overall demeanour makes it seem like she has a raging hatred for most people.

• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S

Mulan’s skillset is that of any soldier who has served in an army for 12 years. In terms of combat, she is experienced in Chinese swordsmanship, archery, horse-riding, and unarmed combat. She has also gained limited skills in war tactics and leadership. In recent years, some of these skills have gotten slightly rusty. When working as an officer, Mulan utilises her sword skills with a police baton or heavy torch.

• F A T A L F L A W

Like many heroes, Mulan possesses a strong loyalty to those close to her. Rather than it being a self-sacrificial sort of loyalty, Mulan’s is more of a single-track-mindedness. When faced with a goal she absolutely must achieve, Mulan will do whatever it takes to achieve it and help those close to her. This could lead to the alienation of people trying to help her or even overriding the wishes of those who she is trying to help. Though she has never been pushed so far, her strong sense of honour may also be tested by this flaw.

• O N C E U P O N A T I M E

Mulan was born the eldest to a loving family. Though she served her duties as a daughter faithfully, the others in the village regarded her with distaste. She was at the prime age for marriage, yet Mulan could not devote herself to that particular duty.
With the threat of invasion coming from all around the borders of China, conscription was a common occurrence. The draft poster made it clear. One able-bodied man from every household was the requirement. Her little brother wasn’t anywhere near old enough to be considered a man. Her father, having spent his glory days on the battlefield, was far from able-bodied. Failure to produce a soldier would result in punishment. It took some convincing, but after many lengthy and heated discussions, Mulan was able to convince her parents to let her go. The townsfolk wouldn’t miss her if she left. And she would do anything for her family. She was gifted with enough money to buy a horse and some supplies. And with that, she set off.
Army life was tough at first. She was physically weaker than all the other soldiers. Constant marching and camping and training made her question her life choices almost every night. Muscle pains would be met with more pains the next day. And then there were the wars themselves. Bloodshed, lots of it caused by her own blade. It might have bothered others, the act of taking countless lives. Scratch that, it definitely bothered others. As she lay at night, woken by the screams and sobs of her comrades, Mulan would ask herself if she should be feeling the same. She quickly decided against it. She was doing all this for her family after all. She needed to be strong, stronger than the rest. It got easier as time went on. She learnt well, made friends as well as highly-ranked connections. Mulan entered the fast-track of military life in due time.
The Cataclysm struck five years into her service. By then she had climbed the ranks comfortably, and was sitting on the title of Captain. The army dwindled considerably as men needed to return to their farms and combat the famines. Neighbouring countries grew more desperate as the seas blackened and crops started dying, leading them to try and seize more Chinese territory. Mulan fought hard during these years, gaining her a reputation as a national hero. But the problems only grew worse over time. During the tenth year of her time in the army, the soldier was offered a promotion from the Emperor himself. Instead Mulan humbly requested a horse to ride back on, so that she could help her family during these troubled times.
After reuniting with her loved ones, Mulan did her best to maintain her family’s livelihood. But she was beginning to lose hope. A few months passed and she was suddenly approached by a strange man named Merlin. He offered her a chance to go on another journey, one to find a solution to the Cataclysm in another world. Mulan put on her former armour, packed her things and bid her family farewell, hoping to find a chance to save them in this strange land.

• A N E W C H A P T E R

She didn’t let the marvels of this new world get to her head. She knew what she was looking for, and who would be able to find it for her. Out of all the new inhabitants of Mystvale, Mulan was probably one of Merlin’s frequent visitors and the one who pestered him the most about his progress with the Cataclysm. In the mean time, she took a job with the local police force. As the years went on, she grew most dejected and impatient. She hasn’t lost all her hope yet. She continues to wait as she begrudgingly picks up Holmes’ slack at the station. With rumours of a Second Cataclysm, Mulan is both on edge and excited. Maybe this one will give her the answers she needs. If she manages to live through it.

Written: A Fairytale RP

How long ago did Merlin disappear?

The House of Powers

URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: TRAINING ROOM

"That sounds like a plan. Although 'there must be no touching of the hair or face!’"

Uriel cracked up at the Brit’s attempt at a Will Ferrell impersonation. He wasn’t gonna fool anyone with that accent but hey, it was the thought that counted.

“We’ll work on that later,” he struggled to say through tears of laughter, “Alrighty, arms and chest it is then.”

He complied with Arthur’s suggestion and they shifted to a more isolated area of the room. Couldn’t let anyone get in harm’s way, right? Though Uriel doubted that his punches would be much of a threat to anyone in the group besides Stasya or Mara.

"Alrighty then, time for the world's most one-sided boxing match. Ding-ding!"

Uriel played along for a bit, imitating a boxer’s stance with his fists in front of his face and his feet doing a few hops. Hell, he might have even thrown in a few shadow punches in there. He seriously hoped that no one in the room was watching him. He was more embarrassed by his poor form than the play-fighting.

“Well folks, it’s the match of the century!” Uriel continued in his announcer voice, “In the red corner, we have the defending champion, the steely gentleman from the land of shepherds’ pie and 60s pop music, Redcoat Ragnarson!”

“And in the blue corner, the inexplicably handsome and talented devil from the Land Down Under, all the way from across the Pacific Ocean, everybody give it up for Earth-Shatter Atticus!”

Uriel feigned some audience noises, making whoops and applause.

At this point he was just stalling. He was honestly surprised by how uncomfortable he was with doing this. He did have Arthur’s consent after all, and it wasn’t like it was going to cause any major long-term harm to his new friend. Probably. Didn’t Houdini die from a gut punch? This definitely wasn’t something he wanted to do on a regular basis. Ah well, Uriel was just going to have to suck it up. He could pay back for it by lessening the pain. The pain that he was about to inflict. Geh, uncool stuff.

“Okie dokes, here goes…”

Uriel did a comically big windup with his right fist while glancing at his target, Arthur’s chest. It was a good place to aim, an area that would make it impossible for Uriel to miss, while also suffering very little damage. Unless Uriel broke a rib. Aargh, he just needed to try and not think about it so hard.

Earth-Shatter Atticus scrunched his eyes closed and threw his fist forward.

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