Bartimaeus

Royal Rumble!

No problem. We're on somewhat of a hiatus at the moment because both of our GMs are occupied, so feel free to take your time x3
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Step Up, Get Knocked Out

Once again, terribly sorry for delayed response.

Step Up, Get Knocked Out

It had been some time since Okiron had left the regions of his people. He was now in some unknown quarter of the universe that he'd never seen or heard of before-yet it was, oddly enough, somehow familiar to him. It was a temple. But the architecture here was different than those he had seen of his home; it was larger than the average monastery.

The Spiritshaper had been trekking up towards the temple for many minutes now, meeting various sets of stone steps, naturals steps, and old, short bridges as he did so. The gusts tugging at his cloth mantle felt comfortable to him- they felt like home; as the regions of the Northern territories of his home were much like this place, if not more populated. He took the journey slow, admiring the architecture and the subtle differences it held between itself and those he was used to.

But unfortunately, he couldn't walk in place. He eventually reached what seemed to be the intended entrance to the temple, after crossing a long bridge which would merge into a set of steps that led up to said entrance. He stepped over the threshold, studying his surroundings as he walked through the cold halls of the had-been monastery, his footsteps tapping with the sound of leather against stone.

Soon enough, he heard a faint, muffled crunching sound. The only sound one would hear besides the slow footsteps, and maybe the occasional howling gust. He made his way towards the direction of the sound- that had ceased now- at his comfortable pace. He soon drew upon the chamber.

They first thing he saw was the remains of what was easily hundreds of what he assumed were corpses of monks, mummified and arrayed within the chamber of their temple. But what drew his attention more was the single figure separate from the rest. The lonely, horribly disfigured, figure. Okiron slid the pack on his back from his shoulders and gently laid it to the floor. He would examine the man from where he stood.

"I'm sure the crunching your doing is very comforting to the dead, stranger." he said, with no hint of sarcasm in his voice. He would examine the mummified corpses loosely as he did so, taking in his surroundings.

Arena Chat Thread

I may be interested. Idk what Nexus of worlds is though.

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

The normal crew visits afterwards, no?

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Reisus is going to attempt to forego visiting the robot. Don’t suppose I need a post for that.

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Khall

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Khall sat and watched from under his hood as the others came from their rooms and gathered around the center of the room. While they were all gathering, a pungent odor reached his nose and he glanced over to see Agnes smoking. Her name was easy to remember because of her personality. At least to Khall.

He nonchalantly covered his nose with his hand, as the smell was really bothering his heightened sense. But Elias' suggestion distracted him from it for the time being. It was a very good suggested, supplies were what they needed. You couldn't declare a war without making sure your soldiers were fed. He nodded as the other boy finished his words.

"I've never stolen before...but I bet I'm pretty good at it considering my...abilities." he said as he looked at Elias. He wasn't for stealing out of greed. But this was stealing for survival. If they didn't do this, he had no doubt in his mind that they would be killed. They would not get the food they needed, and they'd be too weak to escape the people who were assuredly hunting them down.

Maybe one of the others had a different way of getting the things they needed to survive. Maybe a relative who the government wouldn't think to spy on? They may be difficult to make contact with, but it was possible.

The 1st Magical Incursion [Reboot] [Accepting]

Aram Secrue

Aram Jirin Secrue

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"Don't get ahead of yourself. That's my job!"

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Name: Aram Secrue
Gender Male
Age: 25
Alignment: Guild
Rank within Organisation: Recruit

Birthmark Shape:


Location of Birthmark: Inner Left forearm
Magical Abilities: Regokinesis - Aram is adept at manipulating vectors, meaning he can change the direction, momentum, and magnitude of movement via force of will. This ability has powerful applications, but in turn the range is short, and he can only control so many vectors at one time(the most so far he's managed is four). It's also taxing to hold prolonged vectors, depending on the opposition.
-Effects Aram has explored well so far:
○ Changing directions of movement
○ Accelerating/Decelerating speeds of movement
-Effects Aram is attempting to train:
○ Manipulation at a distance of more than six feet
○ Maintaining momentum
○ Prolonged manipulation

Naturally, it is much easier for him to manipulate vectors that are close to him- and as such, he can produce an effect from his palms similar to an extremely repulsive field, which violently deflects entities that move against it.
He is capable of manipulating vectors within about six feet with ease, but after that distance, his capabilities heavily drop off naturally. He is attempting to remedy this with training.

Place of Birth: New York, U.S.
Currently Residing: New York, U.S.
Personality:
Confident- "Some say too confident, but what do they know? You can't deny refined potential!"
Exuberant- "Why be blue? My whole life is up front, and I don't intend to slow down long enough to catch a recession."
Oblivious- "What, I'm shouting you say? And my clothing looks silly?! I don't see anyone complaining!!!"
Fearless- "I don't fear anyone's power. I make them fear their own."
Lighthearted- "Hey, look at the silver lining...no, I mean on my hat! It's beautifully designed, wouldn't you say?"

Aram's mannerisms are definitely unique. For one- he's confident to a fault. And for two, well...he's 'extravagant'. He speaks in a dialect reminiscent of 1950's American Mafia. Weird, right? There's surely some reason for this, but not many people know of it. Even in times of complete seriousness- his odd persona doesn't let up.

History/Bio: Aram comes from a family line of Corpus followers. One ambitious generation after the rest- all sour at what had been done to their kind in the past. In truth, his line had been on humanity's side in the Guild vs. Corpus opposition, originally. But after the Mages had been purged without impunity, without consideration for individual ideals, they turned against the Non-magi. It didn't get them far. But the Secrues were never a large family to begin with. And now that their numbers are wearing thin, Aram is taking initiative to leave a legacy. He has to leave his mark on this world somehow.

Relationships

Relationships

Name: TBD
Relationship (Bold as needed):Best Friends - Good Friends - Friends - Well known - Warm - Acquaintances - Unknown - Cold - Dislikes - Hates - Enemies - Rival - Nemesis
Characters opinion of them: TBD

Step Up, Get Knocked Out

@StreetViper I think LeeRoy is looking for a little more info than "guy that wears red armor and fights real good with a sword". Maybe I'm wrong, but that's what I'd look for x3

Maybe add more description such as how powerful, fast, and tall they are, their age, personality, other skills besides just sword fighting, etc.

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Sorry for my delay, I'll get a post up soon as I can.