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Dragons Cry, a Fairy Tail story

@Neo Is Delight

No worries neo :3 I totally understand. I'll whip up a new slayer asap.

Dragons Cry, a Fairy Tail story

Well shoot, @Rune_Alchemist, our dragon slayers are like...two opposite sides of the same coin. While this could be very fun to play up, I do also understand in terms story there are certain similaties. Perhaps to similare...

Well I'll go ahead and give ya'll Klisa's CS, and if you Rune or @Neo Is Delight think that my character is to similar to your already accepted one I'll construct a new one.

Klisa Bay, the timid dragon

Guild mark is sea green upon her left palm
~Name~
Klisa Bay

~Age~
19

~Gender~
Female

~Personality~
Compassionate, patient, hardworking, unsure, socially awkward, lacks self confidence.

Klisa, while not quite a wallflower, is kind of timid for lack of a better description. It would be best to say that she does not have a very strong personality. She is pleasant and outgoing enough in familiar settings or around those she trusts, but outside the walls of the guild or interacting with loud strangers she can quickly wilt into a speechless and fidgety state of nervousness. It not conflict she shy away from, given that she will always find her voice and courage for a friend in need. She when chips are down and the battle is on she seems as stalwart and ready to fight as anyone. It is the social things that seem to unnerve her. Anytime she finds herself in a spot like she will find herself having trouble breathing and feel an overwhelming desire to run away. She has always been better at defending other rather than herself. In fact she will go to great lengths for others even stepping well out of her comfort zone without seeming to realize that is what she is doing. It is more of a reflex than anything else it seems.

~History~

deep breath

lisa is the illegitimate child of a peasant woman and a business tycoon turned nobleman through marriage and success. She lived the first few years with her mother, who passed due to a sickness in her lungs. An only child, she had no other family that anyone knew. But instead of being a child left to die in the streets her father, Sir Hightower, took her in to his home. Despite that he did not openly recognize her as his child in any official form and rarely even in private. To this day she does not truly know if her father ever held any real feelings for her or her mother to inspire him into saving her from a certain death on the streets, or if it was simply because he wanted her out of the public spotlight, where his bastard child could be easily kept under wraps and would not harm his public image. She lived, more or less, as a maid-servant in his house hold. Most of her raising and caring was given to her by the others servants of the house. She was a diligent worker, hoping that being so would garner attention from her father, and perhaps even praise. But Sir Hightower was a very busy man dealing with both politics and business kept him off the estate most of the time.

She was not the only child in the house, the other was her fathers and his noble lady wife's son. A boy only a year or so younger than herself. This had her interacting quite often with him as well as Sir Hightower's wife, who knew of Klisa's scandalous origins. She was the kind of prideful noble lady that had a hard enough time dealing with the blow to her honor that her husband would conceive a child with a commoner, much less the unforgivable insult of bringing that child into their home. The woman didn't make life easy on Klisa. She was a talent mage and schemer, and did many things to make Klisa's life hard and treat her with disdain and contempt. Klisa and the son had started out as something close to friends, but children are known to imitate the parents and it wasn't to long before the boy was just as spiteful to her as the mother was.

While doing her best to keep tabs on her father, around the time she turned 10, she noted a pattern of sorts. She had heard her mother had been a magic user of some sort, a humble but respect specialist among the local guilds. Her father's Wife was a talented magic user from a long family of highborn, well bred, mages. Much of the time he was home was spent admiring his sons progress in developing magical skills. Clearly her father loved magic, she thought if she could use magic as well, perhaps she could get the attention and love she craved from her distant father.

She took to studying under one of the servants, the one who had most closely raised and cared for her. He was an elderly man, but had studied magic in his youth and had enough know-how to teach her the basics. Klisa's natural affinity seemed to be with water magic. 5 years passed and though her skills steadily grew, especially given she had taken to sneaking into Lady Hightowers library and reading some of her magic books, she felt she paled in comparison to her half brother who had a more proper teacher, more time to focus on training, and had been practicing longer.

Then one day, she heard some servant talking about some sort of major purchase the Hightower family had made. Of some sort of rare and powerful magical item. A Larcime filled a lost kind of magic. She felt this was her chance to do something incredible and get her fathers approval and acceptance. If she could make it so she could use the lost magic in that Larcime she'd surely prove to be a good enough mage for her father's attention. She snuck into the storage room late one night and after much searching found what she was looking for.

It hadn't quite been like other Larcime she had seen before. It was more rough shaped, jagged and more opaque. It was the most brilliant green-blue she had ever seen, as if someone had turned the sea into a shard of glass. Gingerly she reached out to take hold of it, but as soon as her fingers touched it she blacked out. She wasn't sure what happened, but she remembered a great deal of pain.

Next thing she knew, she had woken up in a bed, and most of the household standing about it, including her father, his wife, and her half-brother. She was informed that she had stolen something meant for her half-brother, and such theft could not be tolerated, not even from her. So as punishment, as soon as she was well, she was to leave the household and never return. Delirious, in pain, and utterly heartbroken by this news Klisa could do little other than weep in response. Her Father, his wife, her-half brother as well as many of the servants left her alone. Those servant closest to her and most like her family remained to care and comfort her. Eventually it was just her and the servant who had acted as her magic teacher.

When they were alone, he asked her to try to use magic. While it took some coaxing for her to even attempt she got a very unique surprise. Her magic type before had been a water casting type, but she ended up producing was something like a claw of swirling, green-blue, salt water about her hand rather than the clear blue little ball she had tried to make. It seems she had successfully absorbed the Larcime of the Sea Dragon. He told her not everyone could have done such a thing, and that doing so meant that she was a great mage indeed.

The praise felt like a hollow victory to her at this point, she asked him where could she go or what she could do. All she had ever known was living in this estate with him and the other servants.

He told her that when he was younger he had studied magic so that he may one day join a guild, specifically a guild in a few cities over. He had always admired the guild and it members and if he was her, with this new power and nothing to hold her down here anymore, he'd at least go check it out, perhaps she'd like it there. Around others who would see her as equals, as comrades, as family. They were always good about family.

Apprehensive and nervous, but with no other real option she did just that. Once she recovered and was discharged from the Hightower estate she made her way to the home of Dragon Cry. And, much to her surprise she felt like she discovered what she was looking for all those years among the hightwoer estate. A real family. 3 years later and she had never felt more at home anywhere in her life.

Magic
Sea Dragon Slayer Magic

Description
Considered the 'mirror' of sky dragon slayer magic. While the user can demonstrate the ability to attack by generating sea water, as the Sky dragon slayer is able to enhance their allies abilities, the Sea dragon slayer is more suited to weakening and disabling opponents.

These 'de-buffing' spells are still an imperfect aft of hers, having had been a self taught slayer.. She can only cast one de-buffing spell on one target, she is unable to double down her debuffs on one person. She can cast each spells on as many individual targets as her stamina allows, but it would drain her magic significantly and rapidly.

~Known Spells~
Offensive Spells
Sea Dragon Roar ( of course )
A massive, whirling torrent of sea water is spelled forth from the users mouth, like a whirlpool, tidal wave, and a riptide all at once, it is by far her most powerful spell, though she can only seem to use it about once a day at the moment, even with an abundant of amount of water to 'eat' afterwards.

Sea Dragon Fang
A fierce swipe of her hand is followed closely by a forceful rush of water that can connect with her foe with all the force of a hammer blow. Her go to close range, offensive attack. By no means an overtly impressive form of attack, it is strong enough to give the young girl claws to keep foes weary of approach.

Sea Dragon Claw
Much like the fang attack, but it is a kick instead, much stronger and more 'sharp' where the fang is more blunt in nature. With a greater deal of force, and a keener edge she can use this move to slice through thick, hard wood, or inflict greater damage on a foe; but likewise it has a much more significant effect on her stamina.

De-buffs

Draining Low Tide
The spell, while active will drain the foe of strength and endurance, making them feel as if their power is being drawn away from them. It is far from spell that would instantly reduce a man to complete weakness, and the stronger the foe the longer it would take for them to have visible effects on there power, but in the heat of combat and apply well it is a good way to have a foe's endurance being spent twice as fast and to gradually reduce them to being breathless and weak. As soon as she stops maintaining the spell there endurance will began to trickle back in, quicker than it left, so its best for this move to be released once the foe is incapacitated or otherwise unable to fight.

Heavy High Tide
The spell, while active, will force an impressive amount of pressure on the foe, making there body weight feel as if has increased and give them the sensation that they are moving as if they were at the bottom of the sea. A good technique for slowing down a foe. How much pressure is actually applied to the enemy is based on how much power she puts into it. At most she can make them feel as if their weight is increased times 5, and while that can force many foes to their knees, she will quickly burn through her stamina trying to maintain such a force.

Withering Red Tide
A spell that can be inflicted on only one foe at a time. The spell, while active, significantly drains the offensive power of spells. This only effects spell power and only very externally offensive spells. This will have no effect on the targets physical strength or abilities that augment the physical power. But if your foe is trying to roast you with a raging inferno or deadly shadow spear, while under this spell he is more likely to produce a minor fireball or harmless shade.

~Extra information~

Klisa always has a pouch of salt about her. While she can replenish her strength by consuming freshwater, she finds salt water is much more effective and agreeable to her pallet.

Klisa does not have an over abundance of magic, big spells and long fights are very draining on her. She will try to end things quickly or stay to the support roles in a fight in order to keep herself from running out of steam before battle is done.

Klisa has only be a dragon slayer for 5 years, and is mostly self taught in this form of magic. She believes there is much she doesn't yet know about her powers and feels she has yet to plumb the depths of her abilities.

As mentioned in her Bio she is a Second generation dragon slayer, and often feels...troubled by this. She wonders is she deserves to call herself a dragon slayer, as one who has never met a dragon, much less slayed one.

Heaven or Hell?: Homestuck

Ha looks like we've both went AWAL for a bit @CrimsonCastle, I'm still alive mostly and still interested in a homestuck style game. Normally I would offer to CO-GM but life and other projects have my hands P full atm <.<;;;;; But I'm more than happy to help world build or flush out details/story ideas :D

Heaven or Hell?: Homestuck

gonna have to agree with my invertabrother with the wicked speech pattern here. Going by the old biblical binary then going further with the 'well angles aren't inherently good and demons not inherently bad' cliché of the modern era is kind of...well… a really well treaded path in general. Calling them by those specific names is rather pointless. If at the end of the day each race has an equal

We also have basically no information on nature of these creatures in a physical or socially sense. If I were to make a casual suggestion on this topic; especially we do go A and D here.

Thoughts on 'Angle' like race.

A race of beings based on an affinity for light. How about they have the ability to manipulate light. To create matter and constructs from said light. It would go a long way to the cultural astatic if that was an intrinsic part of their nature. Hence glowing halos and shining wings ( though the wings could perhaps be organic, meh either way, I do like the idea of wings being a constructed thing tho ) They have built a nation of flying cities of pure solid light among the clouds to separate themselves from everything and to allow them to create a world whole their own.

How diverse is the race of angles. We thinking all pale peeps with white clothing’s? That’s kind of boring as shit. How about system built on the Order of the heavenly hosts. 9 orders of 'Angels' divided into three sphere ( we will come back to this concept later ). Maybe some basic appearance differences ( I'd recommend aspects that are reference to the name sake angles EX: angles of the Cherubim have some sort of animal like feature from one of the animals who are associated with them ( ox, lion, eagle ) ) Perhaps the higher up you go in the angelic rank the more powerful they are at manipulating light and can do bigger and crazier shit with it.

A society built on order to a fault. Everything is beaucracy. You practically have to file paper work to cross a street. Order is all. To that end the three spheres ( told you I'd come back to this ) of angelic hosts work something like a cast system. Angles of the lowest sphere hold almost no policy making power in the society, the second sphere holds some power, the third holds most.

Thoughts on Demons:

Demons traditionally take many forms and have a great many aspects. So potentially the variations on a demon's racial aspects could be infinite. But that would be silly so lets narrow that shit down a little. How about we make them sort of Environmental? Demons take after their environment. Demons from fiery lands have fiery aspects (red skin, high body temps, immune to fire, fire powers) Demons of earth have earthy qualities/powers, water of water, ect ect. To that end maybe while the Angles live in high flying cities of light in the sky, they take up life on the harsh ground below where ever environment is a super esteem version of said environment, hence they have evolved to take on aspects of their respective environment to survive them. I feel as if this also works with how diverse the concept of 'Hell' can be. To one hell could be a fiery abbys, to another a endless freezing wasteland, to another dark suffocating tunnels with no escape, ect ect.

Their world is chaos and so is their society. If you could even really call it that. Everyone does what they need to survive. For weaker demons that often means banding together for safety and cooperation. For more powerful demons that sometimes means taking what you need from someone else. Power is a decider, be it the strength of the one or the strength of the many. Perhaps each specific realm of 'hell' has one demon everyone recognizes as the strongest and would be the defacto leader of said hell, though I don't know if that would play any part of our story outside of a culture building trope.

Anywho those are my thoughts. Take em or leave em. I'm perfectly happy doing trolls/humans/what evers xD

Heaven or Hell?: Homestuck

I'm here for this

or if yall go off and make your own game.

I'm here for homestuck shinanaings.

Sgrub: Chapter One

Me and my status for this game regardless if it is remade or If one of the other lurking members decideds to remake it:

Sgrub: Chapter One

I'm still hella in

Darkhallow

Nope, I'm still in. Thanksgiving has has me mostly occupied though. Also was half waiting on a supposed post order

Darkhallow

As the briefing went along Regan very carefully kept herself from tapping her foot, though her impatient and frustration practically begged her to do something bitter and petulant. The purpose of this meeting had been kept top secret. Gossip among wizards is a vicious thing, so it didn’t shock her that they wanted to keep the news that the strongest and most successful dark wizard in the past few ages was back from the dead…again. But even though the secrecy made sense to her, she couldn’t help but be frustrated. She had at least five tools that would be helpful on this mission, or they would in theory at least. They were also highly specialized so they weren’t the sort of more general utilitarian magical knick-knacks she kept with her always. If she had known what was up, she could have brought everyone helpful toys. But if a wish was a coin I’d have change to spare Regan thought to herself ruefully, especially since by the sounds of it they didn’t have time to make a trip to her work shop in Ireland and grab half a dozen handy tricks.

But despite the dire stakes of their mission and likely the limited amount of time they had to act; they met here and not on site to do their planning. Looked like there would be Lots of talk, few ideas, and plenty of indecision was going to be the underlying theme of this team. White council business as normal. This is exactly why she preferred to work as a lone warden, or to focus on her medical work. No hemming and hawing, get the job done or lives would be lost. She thanked any god that her apprentice was not a lollygagger. She wanted to snap at the group to shot up and get them to London so they could start seeing what clues they could find and what actions they should actually take as opposed to what may be found and what might be done.

But she was the junior most wizard in attendance on this task force, and she was not a warden commander nor even that high ranked among the wardens. She was well enough respected. If her Mum’s station as a warden higher-up wasn’t enough, her more than adequate skills in both combat and life-saving made up for it. But respect did not match the voice provided by rank or age among the white council. Regan could feel Lena’s gaze resting on her as it always did during meetings or other long boring formal affairs. She returned a sharp look to her appliance, urgering her to hold onto her patients for the time being. Though she was almost certain the girl would be able to tell Regan’s own ability to move in the correct member of a respectable wizard of the white council was already rather strained.

“We can’t discount that London is also one of the oldest cities in the world, meaning many very old grave yards, and it’s on an island with a rather intense bloody history. The number of skirmishes and battles waged over the centuries in Britain is hard to calculate. On top of both of those facts, it’s a cultural hub. Meaning lots of very genuine articles and artifacts that could hold a lingering spiritual presence. Unless I’m missing my mark, it makes London kind of a perfect place of a beast like Kemmler.” She rolled the smooth wood of her shillelagh in her gloved hands, looking mostly down to not meet anyone’s gaze as her mind worked through words and ideas that would express her need for action but also keep from stepping out of line. For the time being. The day was young and the fiery soul that was Regan Shauna O’Bagley rarely staid unkindled.

“I’ve heard plenty of him but never gone to field against him. But I do know that to catch a beast you must understand what it hunts for.” She added “Kemmler is likely to be after what he is always after. Power. We need to find what parts of London could offer him the most power and start our hunt there.” She lifted her gaze as another thought struck her. “We should have more muscle on call than this force, if possible. Doesn’t the Mad Man have a handful of followers who are no lightweights themselves?"

Darkhallow

Sorry yall, been kind of a hell-week for me. Hell week and a half If I'm being honest. Working on my post now.