BlackDragonSol

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

The Kindly, Hasty Stranger

Already in Ul'dah for a simple acquisition (barring having been lost for a while, all this sand looked the same to him), and this part of the city was chaos. He had been tracking down a thief he had witnessed liberate a coinpurse, 'Bloody right magnificent 'though dirty that was,' were Cyrus' words in his mind, taking an alternative route to not arouse suspicion. He had been running for a good few minutes. He heard commotion up ahead, which started to quiet as he elbowed the door as a breeze met him shortly after he entered. It was to his misfortune that there had been a barfight, "Brilliant." he put under tones of silent sarcasm: the one word he could find. His mind worked quick, two avenues, and he had all but hope that no one stepped in his way. "Right then, pardon, fellows! In a right rush 'ere!" Once he had his attention from bursting the door and being loud, that would get people to notice him and most to probably stop. His eyes gleamed over the crowd, seeing a certain man along his way, and what better - a certain cat. He then darted, quick as he could, and started a parlor trick - unable to keep himself from entertaining the crowd. He tapped on a fallen chair, leaping over the railing after a table. His shoe hit one part as he landed on his other foot, the momentum dictated he either got "hurt" and landed into someone, or tumbled.

And what better man to tumble into than the man from the opposite end, the one he got a good look in that tattered cloak, now in something out of place for him. "Oh, beg pardon ol' chap. Earnest mistake really, I'm jus'na hurry. S'all, last few minutes of my break." He dusted the man's tunic off after rising him up to his feet. "Trust me, it's a few rounds on me." Sure, out of place, but Cyrus gave him a grin, patting his shoulder as he nodded, but only a grin the other man would understand - a grin that a code among thieves would be kept under Cyrus' word. Nonetheless, Cyrus took his own gil out of his pocket and gave him worth a round, winking. He then made sure everything was alright, thirty seconds, and the man looked back - bewildered that he'd been targeted by his own kind so quickly. Hook, line, sinker. Cyrus had the coinpurse in his possession through simple sleight of hand while dusting the man off, he turned around as he trusted the man to keep his word. Otherwise, Cyrus would start a brawl, or worse: get the Blades involved. He slipped a low-ranking Rogues' insignia on his breast pocket for him to see and sunk it down. Although Lominsan and no jurisdiction here, Cyrus had affirmed to him with that grin that he's letting him off easy. Giving him a few drinks to think it over and promising not to turn him in, he had effective blackmail as a sharp-eyed witness. He then strode over to the Miqo'te, the one with the purple hair, sitting next to her if he could. He would be ready to dodge what went around him in reflex, having now entered soft focus. Like an eel, he slipped past patrons, rowdy or otherwise and he would take his seat.

His voice hushed, trying to be gentle, unsure if her ears would pick up. " 'scuse me miss. Might I ask f'a moment of y'time? Y'look like y'need some lightin' up.." He opened up his surcoat as he looked to the man as a friendly warning: 'Act like none happened and I'll be sure not to buddy up with this lass and put ya in like a cap'n does the ol' wenchmaid if he's in need of relief, but it won't be as any bit fun as it sounds, oh no, it's a punishment, rough only second to the Seventh Hell, friend! A bloody right brayin' t'would be, we'll threp ya, twat.' He then placed the coinpurse to the cat-like girl while still appearing to straighten his collar to the rest of the crowd. Cat with a purple mane - odd as it is to him. "Judgin' from the make and the timing, this looks like your own, but it ain' all of it. Don't fret, I did recover what I can." He then tapped the bar thrice, paying in advance, his voice going back to normal like he wasn't chatting. "If it's not much trouble, sometin' ligh' and subtle, just need something to keep me in a good mood when I get back home when the order's ready for an old friend.". Whether or not his intimidation would work on the man was up to him, although Cyrus did give him his warning.

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@Ambra

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Cyrus, Ishgardian Fugitive

Birth Name: Cyrus Seagazer

Nickname: None

Title (may be earned later): None so far.

Race: Hyur

Clan: Midlander

Age: Early to mid twenties

Birthplace: The Brume of Ishgard

Occupation: Low-Ranking Intelligence Operative of the Rogues' Guild.

Class: Rogue

Gender: Male

Deity: Llymalen

Sexual Orientation: He's somewhat fond of the ladies, but not enough to be a ladies' man.

Personality: Quick-witted, casual when it comes to danger so quite possibly a thrillseeker. Has some degree of sympathy to the less fortunate, so he might give a few gil every now and again to beggars. Possesses distaste for high-class noble types, and may struggle working with them. Would murder for the greater good, and maybe even sometimes for his own gain.

Biography: Born in poverty to two parents in the Brume of Ishgard, Cyrus had grown up to learn that people get what they want through both. Instead of developing a cynical mindset, he instead opted for the first lesson he had in his first decade and a half of his life that sometimes, you gonna grab life by the horns and make it your wench. He prefers not to dwell much regarding his childhood, figuring that his time when he learned about Limsa Lominsan and met her militant force: The Maelstrom Navy, he considered them far better than the Temple Knights. To him, serving them felt like a far more better idea than trying to serve as some stableworth to a random guard knight due to being of poor worth established from birth. Although he was quite untrained to a degree.. After the weather turned cold following the Calamity, Cyrus had just about had enough of those living amongst the clouds pointing heavensward. He didn't murder any nobles, but he definitely pickpocketed what he couldn't beg, pawning off his belongings to less desirable sorts. Following having stolen an expensive looking amulet from the owner, Cyrus was suspect treason against the Holy See of Ishgard and branded a heretic, to which his associates of the Brume had given him prior warning. He didn't take the amulet with him and left it behind instead of playing towards the noble's hand.

Having to tread through the barren cold of Coerthas on the run, began to make long treks, using the constant attacks of the Dravanian Horde to his advantage in order to avoid the soldiers of House Hallienarte, Fortemps, and Dzemael, slipping out when he found it most convenient to make in confusion. He made his way into the Black Shroud, having finally made it to Eorzean grounds. He now had to avoid the Adders without getting deported back to Ishgard, which the latter sovereign thought him still within the nation, and their current reluctant foreign policy had made Cyrus easily able to ghost the Temple Knights and soldiers of the Four Houses. Frostbitten, Cyrus had collapsed a little past the Shroud's border, in severe condition - gained from starvation and cold.

He wasn't sure what had happened, as far as he could recall. He thought himself out for more than a few days at least. He awoke, unfamiliar to his surroundings as he had found he had been tended to. Alarmed, he snuck his way out, but not before leaving a message to the soul. "Your debt will be repaid, this is my oath. --The stranger you so kindly helped". He never knew who it was, and he was desperate to find an area that would take him. Knowing of the Shroud, he knew his presence would not be tolerated for long. At this point, he's gotten some parts for discretely moving, from his days in the Brume, but now since he was found the Adders are at least aware of him. Were he to go missing, he'd be searched for. Which is why he left the note, to calm concerns. He headed southward, taking the paths filled with somewhat more docile creatures, preferring path of antelope. He had to make it to the major city, but where? He just narrowly avoided a brush with death (in being spotted and unprepped) just north of a tavern. To the east, bandits waylaid travelers, so he felt staying at the tavern would be it. He peddled some of his "wares", sold a few to at least eat and conserve his strength. It was there he met people he was amazed by: Adventurers. Their tales of making a living and the like sounded so well ran. But where to start?

He wanted to get as far from Ishgard as possible. After paying for a meal, he asked to see a map. After asking for some parchment, he roughly traced it. He then saw a sigil of some sort on the map. That belonging to the Navigator, Llymalen. He scoffed, what good had Halone done for him? None. So he decided his new patron, and prayed for a safe trip. The man, who he learned the name of: Buscarron was rather hospitable for what Cyrus later learned was the "Druthers". He advised going to the Shroud to go to Limsa by airship. With a good word and a manageable fund. Cyrus made his way to the heart of the Shroud, then towards Gridania to purchase the ticket.

To him, that's how he ended up in Limsa, "By the Navigator's guidance", he said. And now he uses his ill talents to serve a more meaningful cause (The Rogue's Guild) to become one with the adventurers that had helped him so, and to eventually paid them back.

Other Info: Has whetstones attached to the end of the hilt of his stabbers, exchanges them for new ones once every fortnight, usually. Always maintains his weapons well.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

BIING

Birth Name: Cyrus Seagazer

Nickname: None

Title (may be earned later): None so far.

Race: Hyur

Clan: Midlander

Age: Early to mid twenties

Birthplace: The Brume of Ishgard

Occupation: Low-Ranking Intelligence Operative of the Rogues' Guild.

Class: Rogue

Gender: Male

Deity: Llymalen

Sexual Orientation: He's somewhat fond of the ladies, but not enough to be a ladies' man.

Personality: Quick-witted, casual when it comes to danger so quite possibly a thrillseeker. Has some degree of sympathy to the less fortunate, so he might give a few gil every now and again to beggars. Possesses distaste for high-class noble types, and may struggle working with them. Would murder for the greater good, and maybe even sometimes for his own gain.

Biography: Born in poverty to two parents in the Brume of Ishgard, Cyrus had grown up to learn that people get what they want through both. Instead of developing a cynical mindset, he instead opted for the first lesson he had in his first decade and a half of his life that sometimes, you gonna grab life by the horns and make it your wench. He prefers not to dwell much regarding his childhood, figuring that his time when he learned about Limsa Lominsan and met her militant force: The Maelstrom Navy, he considered them far better than the Temple Knights. To him, serving them felt like a far more better idea than trying to serve as some stableworth to a random guard knight due to being of poor worth established from birth. Although he was quite untrained to a degree.. After the weather turned cold following the Calamity, Cyrus had just about had enough of those living amongst the clouds pointing heavensward. He didn't murder any nobles, but he definitely pickpocketed what he couldn't beg, pawning off his belongings to less desirable sorts. Following having stolen an expensive looking amulet from the owner, Cyrus was suspect treason against the Holy See of Ishgard and branded a heretic, to which his associates of the Brume had given him prior warning. He didn't take the amulet with him and left it behind instead of playing towards the noble's hand.

Having to tread through the barren cold of Coerthas on the run, began to make long treks, using the constant attacks of the Dravanian Horde to his advantage in order to avoid the soldiers of House Hallienarte, Fortemps, and Dzemael, slipping out when he found it most convenient to make in confusion. He made his way into the Black Shroud, having finally made it to Eorzean grounds. He now had to avoid the Adders without getting deported back to Ishgard, which the latter sovereign thought him still within the nation, and their current reluctant foreign policy had made Cyrus easily able to ghost the Temple Knights and soldiers of the Four Houses. Frostbitten, Cyrus had collapsed a little past the Shroud's border, in severe condition - gained from starvation and cold.

He wasn't sure what had happened, as far as he could recall. He thought himself out for more than a few days at least. He awoke, unfamiliar to his surroundings as he had found he had been tended to. Alarmed, he snuck his way out, but not before leaving a message to the soul. "Your debt will be repaid, this is my oath. --The stranger you so kindly helped". He never knew who it was, and he was desperate to find an area that would take him. Knowing of the Shroud, he knew his presence would not be tolerated for long. At this point, he's gotten some parts for discretely moving, from his days in the Brume, but now since he was found the Adders are at least aware of him. Were he to go missing, he'd be searched for. Which is why he left the note, to calm concerns. He headed southward, taking the paths filled with somewhat more docile creatures, preferring path of antelope. He had to make it to the major city, but where? He just narrowly avoided a brush with death (in being spotted and unprepped) just north of a tavern. To the east, bandits waylaid travelers, so he felt staying at the tavern would be it. He peddled some of his "wares", sold a few to at least eat and conserve his strength. It was there he met people he was amazed by: Adventurers. Their tales of making a living and the like sounded so well ran. But where to start?

He wanted to get as far from Ishgard as possible. After paying for a meal, he asked to see a map. After asking for some parchment, he roughly traced it. He then saw a sigil of some sort on the map. That belonging to the Navigator, Llymalen. He scoffed, what good had Halone done for him? None. So he decided his new patron, and prayed for a safe trip. The man, who he learned the name of: Buscarron was rather hospitable for what Cyrus later learned was the "Druthers". He advised going to the Shroud to go to Limsa by airship. With a good word and a manageable fund. Cyrus made his way to the heart of the Shroud, then towards Gridania to purchase the ticket.

To him, that's how he ended up in Limsa, "By the Navigator's guidance", he said. And now he uses his ill talents to serve a more meaningful cause (The Rogue's Guild) to become one with the adventurers that had helped him so, and to eventually paid them back.

Other Info: Has whetstones attached to the end of the hilt of his stabbers, exchanges them for new ones once every fortnight, usually. Always maintains his weapons well.

Vinehurst High

The Stoic

Name: Innes Stingray

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual

Romantic Values: Heteroromantic, although may just be Aromantic.

Role: Aspiring Actor, Stoic Loner.

Personality:
Cold as ice, Innes isn't the kindest sort of person and goes about every day in an apathetic rotation. Tedium is oft something he finds himself encountering, not through lack of a challenge, but due to a nihilistic view of life. Personally believing that effort is meaningless, he never gives anything 100% unless it does truly interest him, and thankfully he does seem to have hobbies just like any other sort of normal human being. The majority of which running into occasionally gaming and looking over old play scripts, specifically that of Shakespearean origin. Besides all that, he keeps to himself, generally being a bit more of a shadow in the background than the whole being in the foreground. His quiet nature is sort of a detriment on being a target for bullies, and more often than not they won't get much of a reaction.

When it comes to problems, Innes overall just views it as tedious: either finding some unorthodox way of dealing with it, or by sleeping it off. When it comes to a repeated problem that can be solved by getting violent, Innes will fight - particularly with the aim to leave as much scars, physical or mental as possible provided school faculty doesn't help or peaceful solutions don't work. So if pushed far enough, Innes' released fury could be the last stand to a manner of defense. Academically overall, his worst class is math, and his best is the rest overall, but the most shining examples would be history, reading, and chemistry.

Other: His preferred brand of cigarettes (yes, he smokes) is Marlboro Southern Cut. On occasion if he's late to class, it's likely that he asked to walk just outside of campus to light one.

He's fond of: Some goddamn peace and quiet and people who understand the meaning behind it.

He hates: Squealing girls, and pep rallies because of them. People with their egos bigger than their actual range of abilities.

Appearance:
Artist Credit: Range Murata
Innes stands at an average build weighing it at roughly 175 lbs and standing at a taller-than-average height of 6'2. An "early bloomer" as folks would put it, he has already shown signs of growing facial hair, and looking roughly older than most of his classmates. On occasion to some of the meeker students, he could be credited as an imposing or intimidating figure and has the looks to him. With jet black hair and eyes reflecting the icy attitude and demeanor he possesses. He has no distinguishable features, and were it not for his tall height, he could easily blend into the crowd. Commonly Innes' style of dress would be formal to semi-formal, wearing a nice suit which makes him seem more rich and spoiled than a bit of a hardened delinquent.

History:
Special Note: I have sent Innes' rough backstory to OP, and I will keep his backstory secret to others 'lest they wish to be spoiled.

Growing up in the Midwest initially before moving to New York with a family friend after getting expelled for a fight, Innes is a bit of a new person that nobody has known about. The injuries he caused in the fight included a shattered left ribcage and some trauma dealt to what was his fellow student, who according to Innes has shaved his head and changed his name and transferred schools. How Innes came to blows with him, it was never said, and he had gotten off lightly due to having influential and somewhat wealthy parents. They hoped sending him to New York would mellow him out due to his fondness of Broadway productions. The plan had worked to a degree, with Innes having shown an appreciation for the arts almost as much as having a fondness for getting into fights. Considering he hasn't been open about his past, what other amount of time before he came up to New York is yet to be found out.

What he did tell however, was plain and simple. He grew up in the Midwest, had two parents, and a few sisters. He didn't make a lot of friends, if any when moving to Vinehurst High School for education

(This will be updated the more people learn of his story.)

Vinehurst High

The Stoic

Name: Innes Stingray

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Role: Aspiring Actor, Stoic Loner.

Personality:
Cold as ice, Innes isn't the kindest sort of person and goes about every day in an apathetic rotation. Tedium is oft something he finds himself encountering, not through lack of a challenge, but due to a nihilistic view of life. Personally believing that effort is meaningless, he never gives anything 100% unless it does truly interest him, and thankfully he does seem to have hobbies just like any other sort of normal human being. The majority of which running into occasionally gaming and looking over old play scripts, specifically that of Shakespearean origin. Besides all that, he keeps to himself, generally being a bit more of a shadow in the background than the whole being in the foreground. His quiet nature is sort of a detriment on being a target for bullies, and more often than not they won't get much of a reaction.

When it comes to problems, Innes overall just views it as tedious: either finding some unorthodox way of dealing with it, or by sleeping it off. When it comes to a repeated problem that can be solved by getting violent, Innes will fight - particularly with the aim to leave as much scars, physical or mental as possible provided school faculty doesn't help or peaceful solutions don't work. So if pushed far enough, Innes' released fury could be the last stand to a manner of defense. Academically overall, his worst class is math, and his best is the rest overall, but the most shining examples would be history, reading, and chemistry.

Other: His preferred brand of cigarettes (yes, he smokes) is Marlboro Southern Cut. On occasion if he's late to class, it's likely that he asked to walk just outside of campus to light one.

He's fond of: Some goddamn peace and quiet and people who understand the meaning behind it.

He hates: Squealing girls, and pep rallies because of them. People with their egos bigger than their actual range of abilities.

Appearance:
Artist Credit: Range Murata
Innes stands at an average build weighing it at roughly 175 lbs and standing at a taller-than-average height of 6'2. An "early bloomer" as folks would put it, he has already shown signs of growing facial hair, and looking roughly older than most of his classmates. On occasion to some of the meeker students, he could be credited as imposing or intimidating posture and look to him. With jet black hair and eyes reflecting the icy attitude and demeanor he possesses. He has no distinguishable features, and were it not for his tall height, he could easily blend into the crowd. Commonly Innes' style of dress would be formal to semi-formal, wearing a nice suit which makes him seem more rich and spoiled than a bit of a hardened delinquent.

History:
Special Note: I have sent Innes' rough backstory to OP, and I will keep his backstory secret to others 'lest they wish to be spoiled.

Growing up in the Midwest initially before moving to New York with a family friend after getting expelled for a fight, Innes is a bit of a new person that nobody has known about. The injuries he caused in the fight included a shattered left ribcage and some trauma dealt to what was his fellow student, who according to Innes has shaved his head and changed his name and transferred schools. How Innes came to blows with him, it was never said, and he had gotten off lightly due to having influential and somewhat wealthy parents. They hoped sending him to New York would mellow him out due to his fondness of Broadway productions. The plan had worked to a degree, with Innes having shown an appreciation for the arts almost as much as having a fondness for getting into fights. Considering he hasn't been open about his past, what other amount of time before he came up to New York is yet to be found out.

What he did tell however, was plain and simple. He grew up in the Midwest, had two parents, and a few sisters. He didn't make a lot of friends, if any when moving to Vinehurst High School for education

(This will be updated the more people learn of his story.)

Just a normal high school?

Might make a jaded cynic who's also an aspiring actor and a jerk with a heart of gold.

Just a normal high school?

I suppose I might be interested.

Solar's big fat list of Alt-Canon and OCs

The White Dragon and the Twilight Dragons (Flareborne-Watatsuki)

CANON: Matriarch - Yori

"Encounters are never much left to luck, instead - rather they are left to fate."
Portrayer: Role Retired.
Previous Portrayers: Yuliya, Green1nk

Yori(hime) Watatsuki

Lunatic Blue | youtube.com/watch?v=QJWAgan75Xk

General Info

Race: Lunarian
Physical Age: Appears to be mid-twenties.
Chronological Age: Roughly a millenia and a half
Build: Trained and slightly muscular, yet curvy.
Hair: Variable recorded accounts, recording from light blue to lavender.
Eyes: Variable recorded accounts, recording from brown to red-violet.
Complexion: Pale
Height: Five feet, nine inches.
Weight: Undisclosed.
Birthdate: Thought to be February tenth.

History

The younger sister of the Watatsuki clan (and therefore the younger sister of current Empress Toyo), Yorihime was originally one of the two commanders of the Lunar Defense Corps. A woman who always took her training seriously and was strict foremost, she had trained for centuries to be in service to the Lunarian Republic. She was trained under the tutelage of a Lunarian Founder now known by the alias of "Eirin Yagokoro", as proper Lunarian names are not able to be pronounced with a tongue of the outsider. As Lunarians don't physically age after a certain point, she had all the time until putting her skills to the test against the first and second Lunar Rabbit Rebellions (known as the Lunar Wars). After the recent exile of Eirin as well as the crown princess Kaguya Houraisan during the second Rebellion, Yori and Toyo were elevated in status as Lunar Princesses (with Toyo soon after becoming the Empress). To present date, Yorihime leads the Lunar Defense Corps as their primary commander, whereas her older sister acts as Commander in Chief.

Yori was generally well received by the public, not only for her beauty - but for capability to command. She has married once before, although has divorced after centuries of marriage. She receives most of her support from the Lunar Rabbits within the Defense Corps, particularly from treating them well compared to most Lunarians (who view them as pets or playthings). Eventually through some hard work, she rose the Defense Corps to be the most well-armed and well-trained military within the universe of Gensoukyou. She would discipline members of her Corps that would disregard the Lunarian Republic's laws, often through use of her personal platoon which acts akin to Secret Service of sorts: Invisible. Invisible is led by former revolutionary Inari Inaba, who was given a second chance under Yorihime's terms as a personal bodyguard and servant. Whether or not this was done to gain the public support of the Rabbits or was done in a method of political upkeep is completely ambiguous.

To even more recent events, Yorihime became the initially unwanted receiver of the affections of an ally which more or less coerced an alliance. She treated him initially coldly, although would play along in the sense that not only a political marriage would work in the Lunarians' favor - but his possession of a pure arcane aura (which can harm Lunarians if used in the form of attacks, even if they're on their home field.) gave an idea that if offspring were to be created, they could be used in compensating for the Lunarians' weaknesses. The plan ultimately failed and backfired, with unsuccessful try to successful try from the ally's part. Eventually, Yori had disregarded the plan altogether in favor of achieving the plan in a different way, as well as to not use her would be children as loyal biological weapons. The experience was refreshing, and breached the cold, serious exterior she had usually put out.

Despite disregarding her sister's original orders, Yori had in turn strengthened relations with her new allies, even starting a relation with the man and started to, as she put it "reform" him. The relationship had increased higher to the point that the two would think about their future, and if they could start a new line of the family (to which her consort had disagreed upon but eventually caved in to) She had started an experimental project in creating children without having the need to actually go into labor and give birth, which while it is a cardinal sin to play God - she had ultimately succeeded. Three and a half years had passed since then, creating a more well-known history compared to centuries more or less left within mystery. She is said to be content with the recent choices made, although she's only one of the two Yoris within a timeline that has chosen to weave her time in with a version of her husband (Although is the only one with a happy marriage regarding him. The others, including the prime Yori still remains married to their husband, as he may've acted differently in those timelines).

Personality

Cool-headed and distant, maybe even unapproachable - Yori is an aloof woman who reserves her emotions for closer people. She emits a self-reliant aura, but is willing to shoulder others so they may also rely on her. When towards her children, this leads to doting on them for some occasions, rarely to being that of a smothering value. She loosely follows the Bushido code to the point of where it's not intense enough to her detriment, but not light enough that she forsakes her values - as a result, she's fiercely loyal, but doesn't punish herself for what is perceived as a "failure". Codes of honor are something she expects others to follow, even if they don't know of it - as a result, her husband's method of combat can provide some distaste, but something she eventually learned to deal with (although that only means she tolerates it.). When it comes to wanting things, Yori approaches it assertively.

Being Lunarian, she has a bit of a snooty air around her, and doesn't mind being spoiled. She looks down at those beneath her station unless they're allied forces, especially judging them to be less of what they actually are - that amongst miscrediting someone for their less than classy behavior. This can lead to her severely underestimating the capability of an opponent. She's capable of possessing a jealous streak and a cold streak both, and her possessiveness of her children or her spouse can lead her to drive things that would bar even his predictions. Harming her children in an unsporting manner (not in a tournament) can make her plot retribution, oft blamed from maternal instincts. She in turn, has a likewise trait regarding her spouse, although it isn't as strong. She does play favorites with her children, however: The main one being Mitsuzosake.

She appears to not regard someone being a former criminal if they've earned their respect, Eirin and Inari both being examples as she deeply respects and admires the former, and trusts the latter with her life. This doesn't mean that she won't punish those who violate the law in turn, however - as well as those who are considered the enemy of the Lunar Defense Corps. She sometimes doesn't tolerate her husband's actions and would go from simply scolding him, to engaging him in brutal combat with brutal honesty. She does the latter however, to a sorrowful extent (although under a stoic mask), and would rather try to have him realize that some of the things that he does is wrong.

Abilities

Amongst being an expert swordswoman, Yorihime is capable of both magic and divine power. This divine power are rumored to be from the Gods themselves, although she can only call down specific powers, such as a mirror to reflect projectiles and ranged attacks, and a flame that is said to burn anything. She is also able to invoke a paralyzing effect with her sword, which is the sword of the family. She uses the other given to Toyo as her older sister doesn't use the sword in combat, although Yori is intensely familiar with the sword given to her. Yorihime also has the ability to absorb knowledge at a frightening rate, taking in what she learns and committing it to an almost eidetic memory, a talent which she manipulated all three of her daughters to inherit in turn. This allows Yori to easily learn languages and anything else that could take weeks or months - even years to practice, in a manner of a few days or weeks tops. If the language is completely foreign, however. It will still take her a while to learn it.

She demonstrates proper ability of clothing, armor, and weapons maintenance - mending Solar's torn coat sleeve easily and ending up remaking the whole coat (which used to be a standard coat, which it's now imbued with self-mending properties provided he's in the shadows). Being a student of Eirin's, she also knows how to procure medicines and tonics which can assist in the healing and recovery of a wounded person - although she barely needs to use the latter due to Lunarian medicine being overall high ranking.

Lorelei

Image pending.
"My name is Lorelei, and I vowed to protect this place. You shall not pass me without a fight."
Portrayer: Shimiharu

Lorelei, the Amethyst Dragon

Mabinogi G20 - Avalon Gate | youtube.com/watch?v=PuytOagh9_Q

General Info

Race: Auriseld-Lunarian homunculus, undergone Synthetic Unit process (although to a very minor degree). Witch blood present.
Physical Age: Appears sixteen.
Chronological Age: About four years old.
Build: Slender, lithe.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red with slight traces of purple, appearing mauve.
Complexion: Pale
Height: Five feet, two inches.
Weight: Undisclosed.
Birthdate: Thought to be among the lines of the Spring Equinox

History

Lorelei Flareborne, the prototype of the set of sisters. Despite being given the oldest and most "flawed" body, and having the middle soul - Lorelei acts as a de facto big sister to her "younger" sisters, and is the most mature of them. Her soul was created about a few weeks later than her "older" sister, Sake's. Because of her flawed body, however: She spent about a year living dominantly on her own with occasional visits from her parents and combat instructors. She took advantage of her inherited ability to absorb knowledge quickly, and has most of her knowledge gained from books than actual hands-on experience compared to her later years. Lorelei had protected her initial home (The Spectral Tower) to wherever it had brought her, often viciously in attempt to prove her worth (as she perceived herself as a discarded copy and not worth the effort initially). She had fended off attackers with both the use of her Fixed Demon Eyes, sensing only life forces and electrical outputs with her closed eyes (she had kept her eyes closed for the most part unless she was alone, as her specific effect was causing anyone with low enough willpower to be stricken with fear or terror.).

After "proving" herself, Lorelei had lived with her parents and sisters normally, and had eventually been able to control her terrible power. Unexpectedly, she was named the Field Leader Ascendant of the First Oriharan - and as a result of that, is her father's future successor.

Personality

Lorelei's a modest, respectful and kind-hearted soul which is unusual to find with the warlike and prideful Oriharans, and the arrogant and snobbish Lunarians. Lorelei's personality is that of a highly friendly nature that seeks to make friends of people if they're friends of her father or mother. She lets everyone know that she can take care of herself, and seems to put herself at the head of the situation at times: Sometimes even handling it all by herself. Being a "Don't worry about that, I've got it covered" kind of person. Despite this, she's well aware of her flaws, and not only this negates any would be arrogance. It also gives her a crippling inferiority complex however - as well as a soul-gripping sentimental attachment to her parents, as she finds peace and solace with her parents' own approval. Such approval is a crutch to herself, and compliments from her younger, "more successful" sisters would put her in a very good mood.

Lorelei doesn't think she can be as good as her siblings, but aims to try her best to impress her parents, avoiding in doing what makes them angry. Compared to her siblings, Lorelei aspires to be the perfect daughter she can for her parents. Whereas insulting what she does would make her upset. She doesn't in turn, however - envy the attention Sake is given by her mother, and would much rather help her sibling and act as a model sister as well. This made Lorelei a capable thinker and the best problem solver in the family, and a near prodigy when it comes to focusing on anything which she may choose to possess.. Although any sort of circumstance where her friendly nature is declined in trying to resolve a situation, she may bear her fangs. She is also colder and a bit more hostile to strangers, especially would-be suitors trying to gain her hand in marriage.

Another downside is an unrealistic amount of perfectionism that comes with Lorelei's inferiority complex. This can lead to cases such as having little to no freed up time as well as self-deterimental behavior to constant stress. She can flip flop on cases when it comes to compliments as well, accepting none from the soldiers her fathers leads - to readily accepting any from her parents, aunts, and siblings. It could be well assumed that the standards that Lorelei sets for herself is unrealistically legendary, as she hopes to achieve as much as her parents have (which could be anywhere from decades to centuries of hard work). Not only this means she could throw herself to danger, but this means her workhorse habits and her need for appreciation could end up working herself to death.

Abilities

Lorelei, like her mother before her, possesses some degree of divine power. She is the only sibling aside to Sake that could call down the power of a deity, although Lorelei can switch patron deities on the fly much like her mother can - and often she'll conjure holy lances to throw at an enemy, or use the magic to heal herself. Amongst that, Lorelei is the wielder of a chronosabre, a prototype Oriharan weapon that boosts the time-space magic capability of it's user, provided they're skilled enough in the field to use it. Lorelei's chronosabre takes the shape of a naginata, and most of her skill with weapons run in polearms. Lorelei has also shown the capability to extend the blade to a longer length in order to strike opponents farther away should they not see it coming. She can also use her spacial magic to alter the properties of the blade, like turning the sharp side of the naginata into a vorpal weapon - as well as the non-blade side into a crushing weapon. The desired property is heard through it's vibration, lower being for a more spread out portion, and higher pitched for a crystal clean cut.

Time-space wise, Lorelei focuses less on teleporting, and more with altering her rate of movement. She is not able to do this too often, unless she wants to exhaust her mana and mental power. This allows her to frighteningly close the gap with an opponent, or to retreat and get a headstart on running or catching the opponent by surprise. She also knows some degree of pyromancy, focusing on the fire portion rather more than electricity. Lorelei's training in turn is still seen as not complete, especially if she wanted to summon divine power like her mother, or cast magic like her father. This as a result, leaves her out of options safe for some of the power she can call upon. This also leaves her with an advantage that both of her parents never had, the capability of casting strong magic while still being able to cast divine power.

Lorelei's proficiency with polearms are considered prodigal at best, especially with taking advantage of the weapon's own length over shorter weapons, such as daggers and swords. Lorelei's skill however, is not as high as Violet's own caliber. She doesn't, however - have any experience with firearms or most ranged weapons that would allow her to fight at ranged combat in a more physical level.

Mitsuzosake (Phantasy)

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"The reason why I won't render judgment is because you're a good person, and Daddy thinks you're a good person too."
Portrayer: Dreaming Dragon Mitsuzosake

Mitsuzosake, the Platinum Dragon

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General Info

Race: Auriseld-Lunarian homunculus, Witch blood present.
Physical Age: Appears fifteen.
Chronological Age: About four years old.
Build: Slender, lithe.
Hair: White to Lavender. Some portions dyed various colors.
Eyes: Red-violet.
Complexion: Pale
Height: Five feet.
Weight: Undisclosed.
Birthdate: Thought to be among the lines of the Spring Equinox

History

Originally termed "Subject-A", the girl was put through numerous testing phases with what would be described as the most desired body. She was put through initially demanding tests by her mother and was initially not seen as a daughter due to the former's refusal to get attached. Contrary to that however - the girl had became attached to her mother and had showed extraordinary feats of learning. It took a few weeks of testing before the girl could actually talk in turn, all while the mother had wrestled with her inner reality on whether or not to treat the girl as her own. This of course, demanded further testing, and maybe even some cases on what people may consider not only neglect, but outright child abuse. Eventually however, the girl would pass her tests, albeit not with flying colors.

Soon enough however, the mother would grow too attached. "Subject-A" would then be denominated as "Mitsuzosake', a literal meaning for moonshine (in the alcoholic sense), to refer to her metaphorically disarming and intoxicating unconditional love and warmth towards the mother that had treated her cruelly. After the tests the girl seemed less like a manmade being that's an insult to the gods and science and more like a living being. After styling her hair, giving her a set of clothes, the mother had awaited the next full moon to visit her lover for the one-time visit. And the young man would eventually awake to see the face of what would apparently be called his daughter.

He was confused, on his guard. But found himself off of it even quicker. The first moment he made eye contact, the girl had thought her father was playing a game and had covered her eyes with a smile. He looked up, unable to realize what had recently happened as the mother nodded and confirmed. The young girl had known her father's looks and could already recognize him in the case of a memory test and a few given pictures. She was even able to deduce the man was her father, so she had likewise given him the same unconditional love. The father on the other hand, was not as logical as the mother, and in other cases was cruel to everyone including himself. It would be said that the young girl had the same calming presence as her mother did on him.

Eventually, the tests had stopped, and a bit more of a normal life outside of rooms with scientists providing food and writing results had begun. The young girl had became adored by her parents and was given some manner of military training, although gently. She was constantly watched over by her mother's bodyguard in turn, the other being her technical godmother. The young girl had learned that life is meant to be enjoyed, but in the lessons that her mother had taught her: it was also something to protect and not only that, but something to forgive people for in their transgressions if possible. The young girl would grow up, having two other sisters but maturing slower than the other two despite having the oldest soul.

This life however, would be occasionally interrupted in it's peace. An ally had even attempted to kill her, only to fail not only by her but her bodyguard as well. The man had demanded death in tearful eyes, which the girl had denied in turn. Saying the words that now quite a bit of the citystate knows her by. Perhaps not only the future of the Lunar Defense Corps monarchy, but Orihara as well - would look bright with this soul being the next in line for the generation. As a result, this has even allowed her to catch the eye of a Lunarian noble from the Shichiroji clan, and as a potential protege of the woman now leading it.

Personality

Naivete, innocence, and a child-like imagination bundled up in one. Mitsuzosake takes things often with a childlike nature, while taking ideals from her mother and father, and would be nothing of a cynic towards that regard. Sake believes that it should only be the truly cruel people that should not exist at all. Even those that are good or at least questionable should live in her case. Alongside to having a leaning towards-good moral compass, Sake is quite ditzy in turn, not even thinking about one thing and maintaining her focus on it at a time. It could be figured that Sake may suffer from a form of ADHD or possibly autism. As a result, Sake's general approach to situations are usually thought of in a different light altogether, offering a new perspective.

Most of her ignorance often transfers to sexual/romantic things, where she is incapable of realizing what love is and like, Another disadvantage for Sake is having a disconnect with reality, as technicallyshe lives in a bit of a fantasy world. This leads her to have unrealistic goals and even more, an unrealistic perception on the world paired with her childish disposition. This is one of Sake's main personality weaknesses, whereas it may make it easy to have her stuck believing that anything can be possible for her (and therefore she might overextend herself and burn out). Though thankfully, she is able to tell right from wrong in her own eyes.

Abilites

Sake’s main ability (Mimickry Drive) is to copy special attacks (Be it psionic, divine, or magical) or techniques in the form of a copycat. She only needs to see it and imagine how she can do it (decided by coin flip) and she will be able to use the ability to her own basis. After a set number of turns (10) she’ll forget the attack if she doesn’t use it five times within that frame, or spends a turn committing it to memory. Sake also was engineered to be capable of absorbing knowledge at a frightening rate like her mother is capable of, and techniques that could take years to learn could be learned in a manner of months, if not weeks.

While not as tactically sound as her father, Sake - whenever attacked, goes into a mental shutdown state that could be more or less considered a strong sixth sense of hyper awareness, which only goes into thought whenever she’s not in a battle focused state. This results in a shut down of Sake’s own personality and makes her more or less akin to a fighting drone with little bits of her poking out every now and then through her Mimickry. Since Kureha Shichiroji’s founding of the girl, Sake had spent three months learning how to weave and use Edgelight, although is still learning much about the technique’s unique properties. Sword fighting wise, Sake uses a stance of iaido in turn.

Edgelight is a property created by the Shichiroji clan and mastered by Kureha. Not only it’s a form of magical weaving, but it’s the ability to make a deceptive look of clothes that would be deemed otherwise fragile into a fighting implement. Sake’s junihitoe is made of B-Rank edgelight, which is only a step down from Kureha’s own garments. Edgelight not only makes brilliant flashes to disorientate or stun the opponent, but it greatly improves the durability of the clothes, and can even turn the clothes into its own weapon, with higher ranks requiring more finesse, control, and care. Edgelight is capable of cutting its own user through mere movement, and usually draws upon itself via the arcane aura or the divine will of the individual in turn.

Posting more whenever I'm not lazy.

To do list: Vestisse's profile.

Slice of Life with Romance and VG elements?

Note: I'll be reusing characters from Dear Anonymous, as they're considered to be in the same universe. The Video Game portion is hugely inspired by S4 League. Recommended 16+ for some sensitive and dark material

Aside to that, slice-of-life school with potential romance and definitely some video game (and probably PvP) things. This is sort of a two in one story.. so I'll split it up in technicality whilst the characters can be part of one, the other, or both stories.

Setting

The fictional town of Saucony, New Jersey. Based on the East Coast, the place has a lesser boardwalk of sorts which is a general place of hangouts for students after they finish going to the local academy. The academy has a college and a high-school portion, particularly to save on budget costs. College and High School students are usually split by their respective areas and divisions - although they share the same general lunch areas which there's three in total, with one major one. It's sometimes common to see the lines backed up at some areas due to the amount of sudden patrons coming to and fro class. Part of the student policy is that any student is forbidden from having romantic relations from another if they're part of different divisions (unless the High Schooler is at least eighteen).

Saucony in turn could've been a sprawling metropolis were it not for it's horrible location from the neighboring backwater boonies which surround it (the next "city" so to say being about forty-five minutes away). As a result, Saucony has slowly expanded and even merged with some of the smaller towns, making them townships as a result. Saucony is a particularly wealthy city in turn, however. This is mainly because most of their business and work comes from the neighboring townships and smaller towns, although it's not the best place to work for some folk. If they had the balls for it, one could create a thriving business and monopolize the sector if they're cutthroat enough to fend off the bigger companies.

If this Roleplay gains enough interest, I might make a map of Saucony, roads, significant places, and all. As well as a map of the multi-story academy.

Short summary (Starry Minds)

A club used for problem students and outcasts alike, the club has been derogatorily nicknamed "Starry Minds" by the general student body. The students in the club are not expected to get along, but in turn might make the best of friends in the club. Some of the attendees were not even assigned to the club, but may attend anyways as a sort of normal council or encouragement group. The attendees are mainly known to have one irrational problem along with a bevy of serious personal issues (with the latter being more common), ranging from social ineptitude to crippling depression. Attendees range from being targets of bullying, to those in dire need of social support - even if they refuse it. The aim of the club is mainly as a social experiment basis done by psychology students in the College section of Saucony Academy, studying if just a little intervention can go a long way for someone's life - and as a result, cause a drastic improvement in academics and work output. But could the experiment really work? Or could it risk being an artificial enemy of the students attending?

Short summary (Chronometricity)

The androgynous Asian-American student Kazumi (Known as Kazuma to all others) Izayoi draws a group of local students to work for them with a project backed by a pop artist and a MC R&B freelancer, the spoiled Lyndsey "L" Straitland and DJ Max. The team sets to creating a game that is widely enjoyed by the student body and is now a game of sorts that isn't only Saucony's top played MMO-Third Person Shooter, but is also a means of escape for some students. Clan wars are common as a feature permitted by Kazuma in order for players to settle their disputes by playing the game. The game is now presently in it's largest popularity scale since the introduction of it's Open Alpha, which now it's spread to even areas beyond Saucony. Backers were given the chance to design equipment and even areas of their own provided they shelled enough. In reality, however, Kazuma was preparing for the grandest e-heist ever pulled off in the manner of a grudge held against Lyndsey Straitland. What the development team does to the alleged betrayal is up to them as the game advances throughout the semesters held in the classes as they work to save their game, or add new features that Kazuma has hacked and updated into the very code of the game.

Character Profile Example: Celeste Welsh-Noire

A metaphorical Snow White

Name: Celestine Dove (Welsh-)Noire
Game Alias: Redroses-Whitesnow
Physical Age: 14
Chronological Age: 16
Born: April 21st, 1999
Grade: High School Junior
Story/Stories: Starry Minds (Major), Chronometricity (Supporting).
Skin: Pale (Lacks Melanin due to having the trait of albinism).
Eyes: A watered down blue, although opts to wear red colored contacts over them - despite the unnatural color chosen, she has no issue wearing them.
Hair: White, if not platinum blonde.
Irrational Issue: Fear of the sun.
Serious Issues: Low self-esteem, nearly crippling depression.

Biography

Born to Katherine Noire and a never-to-be-named Mister Welsh, a CEO of an expanding bakery chain throughout Saucony and beyond - Celeste has lived a dominantly pampered life in her mother's home following the divorce. Celeste remembers precious little of her time down south, and had grown a few years in Minnesota with her maternal grandparents and her mother before eventually moving to New Jersey: which resulted in nothing particularly southern being about the girl. She was often a target for bullying, so moving from place to place and transferring from school to school was often a thing until her mother finally landed a stable enough job to become a respected member of the city commerce. Celeste is rather well-treated within town, but is often still bullied for genes (amongst other things). People find it easy to make fun of her because of the lack of friends that she possesses, her first friend in turn was her older brother Jordan (whom in turn after the divorce became rather estranged from her).

The bullying is a sore subject for Celeste, as it ranged from anywhere to the harshest of insults, to even multiple forms of abuse. She initially kept quiet about all of her issues with students because she was so intimidated to talk to anyone (likely from fearing retaliation from her bullies), although she eventually made her first friends despite her very timid and passive behavior. These friends were Allen Cross and Blair Lockeheart and have in turn, helped keep her company and give her advice during Middle and High School due to her lack of social interaction from being in a sheltered lifestyle. She's here in Saucony to have a more positive time than her previous moments in Elementary and early Middle Schools.

Personality

Timid and a nervous wreck to a sometimes exploitable fault, Celeste sometimes stutters and finds it hard to convey to others on how she really feels about situations at hand. She also apologizes for things that may not even be her fault, and can be easily intimidated into keeping quiet of the bullying done to her. This has partially changed this year, although she's more or less remained the same. To strangers, it's almost like she's mute by choice. To her friends on the other hand, she's drastically different. She's colorful and cheerful, usually possessing that of a smile onto her face that would speak extraordinary kindness. To most, they wouldn't suspect that she suffers from occasional severe depression which had used to be chronic (with the only one aware being Katherine).

Of course, this sort of mindset gives Celeste unwanted attention. Dominantly with people either harassing her, or white knighting her to expect something in return. To those on the internet, she'd be termed as a "Precious Cinnamon Roll". To the Otakus, she'd be a "Moe". She'd rather prefer the former than the latter, personally. Speaking of Cinnamon Rolls, however: Celeste has a fondness for sweet foods, particularly pastries - although this is sometimes sated while ignoring the food triangle. Amongst her occasionally unhealthy eating habits and eccentric, gentle personality, Celeste is unstrikingly loyal to her friends: Which can reach far beyond the scope of what people could see as Celeste's limit as a person, where she'd stand up for others more than she could ever hope to stand up for herself. This means that any friendship she has could more or less be sentimental for her.

As a last part, Celeste is super conscious about her body image, sometimes failing in upkeeping it. Although her friends have slowly worked on alleviating that sort of mind process in her.

Any other questions, just feel free to DM me or whatever.