Bartimaeus

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Followed up on Ashgan in the collab :3

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Withdrawn, spoke to GM.<3

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@Egads You could if you desire! But then again, your sheet may beat mine and then I’ll have to change instead 😛

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I, too, have been working on a Lavender >.>

Royal Rumble!

Samoth overhaul?

Samoth

Samoth Maskono

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Name:

Samoth Maskono

Age:

17

Grade:

Third Year, St. Laurel's

Biography:

Samoth was raised on a paramilitary personnel base with his surprisingly lenient mother and father. Growing up, he was granted many freedoms the other children at the base did not have. However, he largely did not choose to exercise the freedom he was given, instead foregoing it to work even harder than the other young men on the base. Instead of slacking, or staying inside all day playing games, he would spend his free time reading, learning, and developing his mind and body. He strove to be the smartest person in the room - and he made his parents proud through doing so.
He didn't need his parents to be strict with him, he was strict enough for himself. However, they did eventually become concerned for his skills on the more social side, hence suggesting he transfer to St. Laurel’s academy. Which he did, as he held the utmost respect for them.
Despite that, though, he still persists his training at St. Laurels. He trains his mind, body, and will to be as capable as he can manage.

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Powers

_{Core Power}
Strength of Will:

Samoth’s powers are fueled and strengthened by his willpower. Luckily for him, his deity granted him a large supplementary pool of it to draw from, and a hardy base of it, allowing him to accomplish feats unlike others. He can draw upon this willpool in mundane ways - for example to persevere physically - or through more special ways, such as to summon a large armada of his willpower structures, to manipulate the shape of Will-naught, or even to purge nuisances against his mind. These methods will, of course, begin to drain the pool quickly, which will require meditation to recover.

_{Secondary Power}
Will-naught:

Samoth has developed the ability to will the powers of another away from them - or from the environment - temporarily. He can will a field of anti-magic to cover each of his arms from elbow to fingertips. This field obliterates the forces causing magic to persist - and when applied to the skin of another individual, will quickly dig to their center to disable their abilities for as long as he touches them. Samoth can also use this touch to pierce different planes, if he knows what he’s aiming for. While this power does not normally drain his pool of will, he can manipulate the field to some degree - but doing so is very costly.

_{Tertiary Power}
Tenacity of Will:

Samoth can project his sheer willpower as a force onto his environment, creating invisible, solid structures from nothing. He can anchor these structures to space, allowing them to float - and rendering them immobile unless willed to move by himself. Surpassing these structures is much harder using subnatural means, as it pits Samoth’s will against his foe’s - but physically they can be worn out at a cost to his pool.

_{Quaternary Power}
Urgency:

Samoth can detect the wills of those he allies himself with, within a certain radius. Within about a hundred feet, he can sense the precise position of allies and the general condition of their Willpower state. This state will include emotions such a terror, triumph, or similarly overwhelming emotions.

Forsaken

Nemorad

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The horned Warforged watched from his space near the door as the motley group of individuals all seemed to be sizing each other up - likely not having expected such a turnout for a task requiring a manner of ‘specific skills’. He held his hands awkwardly as he watched some skeptical glances pass over him, pausing, before moving on. Fortunately though, it seemed not all was as tense as he had feared, as two of the individuals met each other with a hug. He watched in admiration as the two reunited in a heart-warming embrace - Nemorad moving one of his hands to cup over the other absent-mindedly as he did so.

However, his swooning over the display of affection would not last long as another, final individual entered the room -- an older gentleman. He made himself known before resting upon the bed, then introducing himself. Nemorad listened intently to the man’s further explanations of the going-ons of the area, producing some much needed information at the behest of the others present. Meanwhile, his eyes clocked in on the photo. The man’s wife was seemingly on the older side - wrinkled features, graying blonde hair -- and brown eyes. In the image, she wore a beautiful dress that looked rather expensive. He memorized the photo, before looking back at Abraham. Nemorad could only imagine the desperate desire he had to find his wife.

He tuned back into the voices of the others present, listening to their questions and the answers in turn. Though, one individual in particular took him aback - Flick’s insistence on the group’s inability to find the man’s wife saddened him. He wanted to interrupt - to insist that they would find the woman - but he tended to his manners and waited. The negativity of the comment just crawled under his skin, making him feel even worse for Abraham.

The crawling feeling was, however, seeming to subside somewhat as the other members of the group began promising their participation in the quest. It made him joyful - naively, some might say - that these people would show this old man some kindness by helping him. Surely it wasn’t the money they were in for. Not at all.

The Warforged squared his chest and looked at Abraham as he became ready to speak up after the others. “We shall find your wife, Mr. Garrick. You have my promise as well - her kidnappers will face justice.”

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Casey • MY-2073-CAT

Full Name:
Casey Adison Tearney

Age:
18

ID Number:
MY-2073-CAT

Nationality:
American.

Appearance:
While the physical appearance of MY-2073-CAT is unknown to the faculty of Facility B, the subject claims to have dark brown hair and caramel eyes - accompanied by fair skin. However, his current appearance is much different. The subject is enclosed in a inky black skin, with light wisps of equally black smoke gently floating close to the skin, across his entire body. The only exception to this is the subject’s eye areas, which contain only empty spaces of milky white material - seemingly just as tough but smooth as the rest of the carapace.
Additionally, upon the top of MY-2073-CAT‘s head sit two protrusions reminiscent of horns. The horns are seemingly sturdy, but have been known to bend and morph as the subject experiences different strong emotions.

Background:
MY-2073-CAT was born on June 13th, in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was raised by his single mother, whom provided him an observably cushioned and sheltered life. The subject had no prior knowledge of his anomalous nature prior to his singular night of panic where his abilities presented themselves flagrantly. Anomalous Containment Staff captured the subject shortly afterwards - at the age of 16.

Powers:
Shadow Carapace || MY-2073-CAT has proved to have a limited range of control over his anomalous abilities. This is proven in the form of an ever-persistent visage of what can only be described as ‘shadow’ surrounding his person. The material is smooth, but surrounded by a field of wispy black vapor resembling smoke, that retreats in direct bright light. Said visage covers the subject’s body head-to-toe, the only reprieve from the black material being the spaces for the eyes.
When it comes to ability, MY-2073-CAT has been recorded to possess greater durability and strength than any normal human - which is attributed to the carapace, rather than any conscious effort on the subject’s part. Additionally, the subject is seemingly able to alter their body mass at will and move very quickly when within the confines of a darkened area. Directing light at the subject seems to instantly revert their enhanced abilities, leaving them only with their superior durability.

Fearfuel || It has been displayed through study that MY-2073-CAT’s anomalous abilities are influenced to a considerable degree by one emotion in particular - fear. The more fearful the subject seems to be, the more capable his carapace seems to become - swelling to increase in general size and height by up to a foot, even without MY-2073-CAT’s realization. Additionally, it appears the subject is much more empathetic towards the fears of others - being able to detect even minuscule amounts of fright that even the owner of the emotion may not recognize. MY-2073-CAT can use these mutual emotions as a bridge to communicate telepathically - since he cannot do so verbally - with those close to him, either accompanied by direct physical contact or through the means of shadows between him and the receiver.
Notably, MY-2073-CAT is a jittery individual by nature, as light seems to make him anxious - whereas darkness, which he can see very well in, calms the subject’s nerves.

Privileges:
• Desk and wheeled office chair.
• Physics-based water-drop desk toy.
• Sleep mask.
• Stuffed dog.
• Beanbag chair.

CONTAINMENT: Welcome to Facility B

Casey

Full Name:
Casey Adison Tearney

Age:
18

ID Number:
MY-2073-CAT

Nationality:
American.

Appearance:
While the physical appearance of MY-2073-CAT is unknown to the faculty of Facility B, the subject claims to have dark brown hair and caramel eyes - accompanied by fair skin. However, his current appearance is much different. The subject is enclosed in a inky black skin, with light wisps of equally black smoke gently floating close to the skin, across his entire body. The only exception to this is the subject’s eye areas, which contain only empty spaces of milky white material - seemingly just as tough but smooth as the rest of the carapace.
Additionally, upon the top of MY-2073-CAT‘s head sit two protrusions reminiscent of horns. The horns are seemingly sturdy, but have been known to bend and morph as the subject experiences different strong emotions.

Background:
MY-2073-CAT was born on June 13th, in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was raised by his single mother, whom provided him an observably cushioned and sheltered life. The subject had no prior knowledge of his anomalous nature prior to his singular night of panic where his abilities presented themselves flagrantly. Anomalous Containment Staff captured the subject shortly afterwards - at the age of 16.

Powers:
Shadow Carapace || MY-2073-CAT has proved to have a limited range of control over his anomalous abilities. This is proven in the form of an ever-persistent visage of what can only be described as ‘shadow’ surrounding his person. The material is smooth, but surrounded by a field of wispy black vapor resembling smoke, that retreats in direct bright light. Said visage covers the subject’s body head-to-toe, the only reprieve from the black material being the spaces for the eyes.
When it comes to ability, MY-2073-CAT has been recorded to possess greater durability and strength than any normal human - which is attributed to the carapace, rather than any conscious effort on the subject’s part. Additionally, the subject is seemingly able to alter their body mass at will and move very quickly when within the confines of a darkened area. Directing light at the subject seems to instantly revert their enhanced abilities, leaving them only with their superior durability.

Fearfuel || It has been displayed through study that MY-2073-CAT’s anomalous abilities are influenced to a considerable degree by one emotion in particular - fear. The more fearful the subject seems to be, the more capable his carapace seems to become - swelling to increase in general size and height by up to a foot, even without MY-2073-CAT’s realization. Additionally, it appears the subject is much more empathetic towards the fears of others - being able to detect even minuscule amounts of fright that even the owner of the emotion may not recognize. MY-2073-CAT can use these mutual emotions as a bridge to communicate telepathically - since he cannot do so verbally - with those close to him, either accompanied by direct physical contact or through the means of shadows between him and the receiver.
Notably, MY-2073-CAT is a jittery individual by nature, as light seems to make him anxious - whereas darkness, which he can see very well in, calms the subject’s nerves.

Privileges:
• Desk and wheeled office chair.
• Physics-based water-drop desk toy.
• Sleep mask.
• Stuffed dog.
• Beanbag chair.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Wrote a bit in the collab.

Mahoukyo: A Tale of Three

Rinishi Kirizaki

Location: Isamu Meeting Warehouse

Rinishi’s nose crinkled as he opened his eyes to see the rough, gray concrete meet each of his footsteps as he traveled along the sidewalk. He felt the ears under his beanie twitch as he lifted his head to look up into the darkened sky. Unbeknownst to anyone around him, Rin could smell the impending rainfall well before any human - and his second pair of ears could detect the drop in air pressure as well.

The feline-featured boy had half a mind to slow his pace, to enjoy the rainfall that was soon to come - but he couldn’t. He’d recently received a message on his iPod(while leeching WiFi off a cafe) signaling another one of the Isamu clan’s meetings. He’d assumed his sister had received one as well in some fashion - which was honestly the main reason he went to any meetings, because his sister didn’t seem to be averse to the idea. Though, if he had it his way they wouldn’t risk it.

But he’d continue his walk for now, his face turned back to the sidewalk in front of him as he cycled through songs via the iPod that rested in his pocketed left hand.

After a while, he approached the spot where he normally met his sister for these sort of meetings. He heard her call his name even from a ways away. He approached her, offering a short wave as he paused his music and lowered the headphones he wore to his neck. “Hey sis.” he greeted quietly. He followed along with her as she confirmed his suspicions of their destination.

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It wasn’t long before the duo reached the usual location. Rin spread his palm out in front of him as the first light drops of rain started to spatter onto the ground. His senses had been right - as usual. He reluctantly followed his sister into the warehouse, his slim, black tail popping out the back of his hoodie to catch just a few more precious drops of water before they were sheltered from the sky.

They soon found the other members of the Isamu family, gathered in a room off the side of a corridor. Rinishi remained quiet as they entered, allowing his sister to be the more talkative one, as normal. He assumed they would be getting briefed shortly, so he switched his iPod off to conserve the freshly charged batteries. He eyes swept the room as he pocketed it, eyeing the three individuals who were normally present when the two arrived - alongside a fourth individual. Being that Rin had never been taught what a priest was until very recently, he found it more than odd that most people he met referred to the man as “Father”, especially since he was too young to father many of then, but it didn’t matter to him. Rin would never call him that.

He did raise an eyebrow when Maylis made the mention of “new squad-mates”, though.

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Onassis Daisuke

Location: Isamu Meeting Warehouse

The priest refreshed his smile as the slightly younger woman greeted him kindly, offering a dip of his head. “He is well, madam - I haven’t been able to speak to him much recently - but as I know, he is well.” He replied happily. “It is good to see you and your companions in lively spirits as well.” he finished, falling quiet again as the argumentative discussion sparked once more.

Nass nodded towards the twins as they entered a time later, offering a friendly “Good evening.” to the duo as they came. It seemed to him as though the male of the two seemed somewhat averse to his presence, so he decided not to prod at him whenever they met. He just hoped his friendly exterior would mitigate his caution in due time.