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Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

@Lunarlord34

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

I was having too much trouble working Mai's backstory into the rp so I decided to try a fresh approach.

Kim Lien

Character Theme | Blessing It



<sub>Kim’s erratic and emotional behaviour is fairly standard of a young man navigating the harsh battlefield of adolescence. He’s gained a little bit of a reputation around White Harbour for his impulsiveness, brash attitude and disregard for authority. Ostracized from a young age due to the mysterious nature of his birth in the Valley of the Ancients, Kim has understandably grown to be resentful of the adults who sneer and speak in hushed whispers as he walks past. He tends to be argumentative and highly defensive, especially when talk of his mother is involved. His trust issues were deeply ingrained by an upbringing of shame, paranoia and prejudice; so much so that Kim often finds it difficult to talk to people who show him kindness and compassion. He relies heavy on his fight or flight response and it can take him a while to feel safe and comfortable around the right people.

Kim respects his father for providing for him despite having no biological obligation to do so. The man never once belittled Kim either, which is more than he can say for every other adult in his life. Even so, their relationship is practically non-existent. Kim has been given free reign all his life, resulting in somewhat of an unchecked mischievous streak. He tends to get bored easily and often uses thoughtless pranks as an outlet; usually at the expense of others. He doesn’t handle confrontation very well, often snapping back and growing violent if roused enough.

For those who are able to get through to him, Kim can be a fun guy to hang out with. He’s not great at openly discussing his feelings, tending to keep people at arms-length as much as possible. If pushed he shuts down, leading to a lot of his relationships failing due to his own insecurity. Kim has never felt as though he truly belonged in White Harbour – his soul yearns for the Valley of the Ancients. Stricken by an insatiable curiosity about his mother and where he was born, the boy has an unnatural connection to the strange lands. He keeps this to himself, not wanting to give the townspeople more ammunition against him.


Kim is a pretty scruffy looking kid with above average height for his age and a lanky, underdeveloped build. His face is round with an undefined jawline and he sports messy spiked hair that has been bleached and coloured pink. His eyebrows are thick and dark, retaining his natural colour. He has light brown eyes that turn fuchsia when he uses his magic. His skin is fair with warm cheeks that are dotted with irregular freckles and blemishes. His nose is crooked from the last time he broke it.

Kim’s attire is pretty casual and thoughtless. He wears enough layers to keep warm, usually seen in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He wears a couple rings that his father let him keep and usually keeps his mothers brooch tucked away in his pocket.</sub>

| N a m e: |

Kim Lien

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Kimmie

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

14

| R a n k: |

D Rank, Novice

| Guild Membership Status: |

Kim is not an official member, but has been skipping school for the last few months to hang around the Guild Hall.

| Guild Seal Location: |

None, as of yet.

| History: |

Sinh Lien and Maria Clearwater were a newly wed couple who had chosen to settle in White Harbour and start a family. After struggling to conceive for many years, it became clear that Maria would never be able to bear children. She grew withdrawn and depressed, a shell of her former self. Sinh was devoted to his wife and offered her all he could, but it was not enough. Maria began to develop strange and irrational behaviours – sleepwalking, muttering about strange creatures and carving strange symbols into the walls. Sinh had no choice but to have her committed to an institution a few towns over to help keep her from doing something that could cause her harm. He left her with a special brooch that belonged to his own mother.

A few days later, Sinh was informed there was an incident on the way to the asylum and Maria had escaped. She had seemingly vanished into thin air. Years passed and Sinh grieved, but he was ultimately able to move on with his life. Until a crying babe was found on the outskirts of the Valley of the Ancients, swaddled in strange beast pelts held together with Maria’s brooch.

Sinh took the child in, gave him a name and did his best to provide a home. Yet as Kim began to grow, the likeness to Maria became too much for Sinh to bear. Despite his best efforts to hide his anguish from Kim, it became clear that his father held very little love for the child. He wasn’t even entirely convinced Kim was Maria’s. The alternative was throwing the boy onto the street or to an orphanage, and Sinh couldn’t do that. So, the two of them remained a family – distant and dysfunctional but a family all the same.

Growing up, Kim learned quickly he was different. White Harbour kept the boy at a distance from the other youth, muttering of his strange origin and the mysterious rumours of Maria’s descent into madness before her disappearance. Kim wasn’t entirely sure why he was being treated with such suspicion, but he knew it wasn’t fair. He began to lash out more at those who would gawk at him as they passed on the street or belittle him for his lineage. He caused a lot of trouble for his father, but Sinh would merely apologise to the victims of Kim’s frustration. He would offer recompense and then go about his day. He never once tried to defend Kim or explain why everyone treated him so differently. That only served to push him further away from Kim.

Kim grew up by his own rules, figuring no one would really care if he acted out a bit. In fact, it was pretty much expected. Fights at school, inappropriate pranks and nights roaming the streets became Kim’s norm. When the young delinquent discovered his natural aptitude for his strange branch of Fire Magic, it only further added to his recklessness. Except now, there was someone else paying attention to him. Aiden Cross, a heroic wizard establishing his own Guild in White Harbour, took interest in the young boy born in the Valley of the Ancients and his peculiar magic. Kim was offered a place to hang out any time he felt like he needed some space or a friendly ear. Reluctant at first, Kim would eventually start skipping class to hang out at Winter’s Blade. He hasn’t officially joined, requiring permission from his father to do so, but he has definitely been spending most of his time at the Guild Hall recently.

| Magic: |

Lunar Flame Magic

Caster Magic. A rare variation of Fire Magic in which Kim holds a natural affinity for despite no formal training. It is speculated that Kim, being born in the Valley of the Ancients, inherited the magic at birth as a by-product of his strange origins. As the name would suggest, Lunar Flame draws power from the moon to fuel the ethereal black and fuchsia flames (Moonfire) Kim is able to conjure from his body. While it holds mostly the same properties as normal fire, its power fluctuates depending on the time of day and the phases of the moon.

During the day his fire functions normally with no spectacular effects. He is able to control who is affected by his flames, allowing allies to touch and move through it without consequence.

At night his magic receives a boon, growing in strength and intensity. His Moonfire is also capable of burning away illusions and falsehoods during the night. His powers are further increased exponentially during a full moon; however, Kim undergoes a strange personality shift during this time. He becomes distant and aloof, the lure of the Valley bearing down on him with a strange urgency.

Kim is unable to wield his magic at night during a new moon. His fire also tends to act without his consent; jumping from place to place and twisting into various forms all on it's own. It seems to have a mind of its own at times.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

+ Physically resilient for his age.
+ Natural affinity for his magic.
+ Not nearly as naive as most kids.

- Lack of any formal training inhibits his combat prowess greatly.
- Lacks control over his magic reserves, burning through them carelessly.
- Distrusts authority figures and has issues following orders.

| Miscs : |

Kim has a sweet tooth but he'd never admit it.

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

Meep

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

May give White Harbor some slight Cthulu themes

@Raijinslayer

The only thing alarming about this sentence is how much more excited it makes me to participate.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

I'd be happy to join if you'll have me, mate.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

^{Bayard Lux, and Plutus Ishtar}

@Zarkun, @Lunarlord34

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Plutus took one look at Cody’s extended hand, his eyes widening at the sight of a Guild Mark. Ignoring the handshake, Plutus latched onto Cody’s wrist and began frantically waving the poor man’s arm around; all the while shouting at his companion.
“He’s got a mark! Which Guild is this from Bayard! Tell me! Quick!” Plutus’ grip was surprisingly firm for such a young lad, keeping himself stuck to Cody until Bayard walked over and took a look.

“Phoenix Wing. I’d recognise that mark anywhere.” Bayard looked up at the boy who had introduce himself as Cody, and then the other unnamed mage and his golden armour. If they were Phoenix Wing mages, then they must be the real deal. That Guild had a reputation of producing powerful mages. Bayard clasped his hand with Cody’s, giving it a firm shake.

“Bayard.” He refrained from mentioning his last name. The Lux family was renowned across the country, and he didn’t want the affiliation. Meanwhile, Plutus offered his own handshake to the golden hero.
“Plutus Ishtar! I’ve come all the way from Isvan to explore this beautiful country of heroes and magic!” And to find Fay, he wanted to say – but perhaps that could wait until the Dark Mages were dealt with.

Once the other man introduced himself, the group stood amidst the trees with naught but the sounds of the blue jay’s song to fill the void. Awaiting instruction, Bayard spoke up.
“So, since we’ve kind of crashed your little party here – just tell the kid and I what needs to be done and we’ll make it happen.” Bayard grinned, a hint of confidence in his voice. Plutus shared in his partners pride. The pair of them had been quite successful so far in their heroic ventures – even if Bayard tried to pretend the lifestyle didn’t suit him. Plutus eagerly pounded his fists together.
"You won't be disappointed, friends!" Bayard rolled his eyes at the kids callous use of such a term. Friends. They barely knew each other. The older mage even threatened them if they turned out to be anything less than what they said they were. A fair call, but it still pissed Bayard off. He didn't take kindly to threats. Now wasn't the time to go making waves though. So he sat quietly, awaiting their next move to be decided.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

^{Bayard Lux, and Plutus Ishtar}

@Zarkun, @Lunarlord34

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Plutus had often been told, on numerous occasions, by his older companion that he was an awful judge of character. Naïve and reckless, Bayard had called him. Despite the sting of those words, deep down the boy knew there was some truth to them. Despite that, the young lad instinctually relaxed his stance once the pair of strangers made their intentions clear and offered to help them on their way. He knew in his gut they were telling the truth.

Bayard was not as easily convinced. He wasted no time in retrieving his weapon, keeping one hand on the hilt while he eyed off the armour-clad mage and his younger friend with suspicion. Plutus thought perhaps it best to err on the side of caution with his friend, maintaining a relaxed stance but keeping his distance from the pair.

“Guild business, you say?” Bayard repeated after the older mage with a scrutinizing raised brow. “Which guild would that be?”

“I’ve never seen a Guild before.” Plutus remarked quietly, his eyes widened in awe as he tried to scan the pair for a recognisable mark. The thought was quite romantic. Brave heroes banded together under a single flag, rescuing damsels in distress and slaying mighty beasts. These two were after a group of Dark Wizards. The young lad could barely contain his excitement, disregarding everything Bayard had tried to teach him about treading lightly. Bounding up to the two wizards, he clasped his hands together and stared up at the golden hero.

“We can help! Bayard here is a wizard, and so am I! I’m still training but I won’t get in the way! I’ve always dreamed of being a real hero like you Guild wizards. Oh, please let us come along with you I promise you won’t regret it!” The words gushed from his mouth in an excited stream, only just barely comprehendible.

Bayard was stunned, his forehead planted firmly in his palm while a low groan escaped his lips.

“Ignore him. Just show us the way forward and we’ll leave you be.” Bayard shot his companion an annoyed scowl, which Plutus returned whilst crossing his arms over his chest as a spoilt child would.

“I want to help them, Bayard!” He spun around, ignoring Bayard and resuming his overzealous bombardment.

Stepping forward, Bayard grasped the back of Plutus’ scale mail and practically peeled him off the wizards.

“We are not going with them.” Plutus winced at the finality of his tone. Bayard was a stubborn grouch, but the way he spoke in that moment was so commanding and, dare he say it, protective? . At first it unnerved him, but that fear quickly boiled over into anger.

“Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do! They’re going after people who might know where Fay is! You promised to help me find her!” Plutus stuck his finger into Bayard’s chest with an accusative gaze. The older mage sighed, defeated by the reminder of that damned promise. Every bone in his body was telling him they should just move on and let these wizards do their job. Yet it was the rowdy punk’s eerily contagious sense of duty that, once again, lead Bayard diving head first into unnecessary risks.

Staring up at the two wizards, Bayard nudged Plutus forward before addressing them.
“The kid wants to help. He’s looking for someone. If it ain’t too much trouble, why not let us tag along for a bit?” Bayard wasn’t certain they would accept the offer; but he was damned sure Plutus wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Of Blood and Magic

Interactions: @WeepingLiberty @Obscene Symphony @Hero

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Minfilia sat alone in the cafeteria, occupying a table of six all on her own with her back to the others. Of course, fellow students had tried to approach her. Typically, young men. Their advances were met with a polite, yet firm rejection.
“I wish to eat alone.” It was the truth, yet Minfilia had other motives. Her chair was positioned in such a way that she had her back to her peers, but was able to view them just enough out of the corner of her eyes. Occasionally she would pretend to readjust her hair, turning her head just enough to spy a proper glance. In front of her, a notebook lay open with a list of names. Ones she had heard earlier this evening in the courtyard while mages were introducing themselves to each other.

Minfilia had been present at the time, but made herself quite scarce amongst all the formalities. Instead her time was spent observing a rather large gathering of new mages, centred around the golden-haired pawn of the Noila family. Aaron Starag, she believed his name to be. His was the first written on the list. Both for her own personal intrigue in his abilities and because the boy seemed fond of his own name. Written next to his name were two more words.

Light Aspected. Aaron had foolishly displayed his abilities for all of Noila’s mages to see. Whether the demonstration was educational or pure bravado, or perhaps both, was unknown to Minfilia; but it mattered not. What mattered was the young Mage gathering enough intelligence to report back to Amaris with. No doubt knowing the abilities of her peers would help Minfilia and her Lady better prepare themselves against these potential foes over the years. Particularly where the Mages of Nobles were concerned. Discerning who they were was a top priority for Minfilia. The task was made even simpler by the invitation to Lord Varis’ gathering before dawn.

There were other names written aside from Aarons, but no other affinities recorded. Though she had heard a whisper through the grapevine about a spar between Aaron and a girl named Lilie. Minfilia had little interest in such affairs normally, but she would attend nonetheless. The perfect opportunity to spy the Aaron boy’s combat prowess as well as this other Mage’s.

While she continued to observe, Minfilia kept an eye out for Lady Amaris, hoping to reconvene with her before the break was finished.

Interactions: @Gisk

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It wasn’t until the moon hung high in the star speckled darkness that Dominique Astorio saw fit to attend his orientation. His tardiness, while ignored by most, was painfully obvious to those of Noble descent. He could see the looks on their faces, the hushed whispers to their comrades.

Of course, the Astorio brute was late. Make believe voices rang through his mind.
He didn’t even have the decency to arrive promptly to the ceremony.

They were just words, and no less ones he had fabricated himself, but it was enough to cause Dominique’s muscles to tense with frustration. He shot the next person to walk past him a wretched scowl; startling the poor mage boy into a brisk pace as to put as much distance between himself and the vampire.

Wandering into the cafeteria, Dominique’s mind wandered to Cassandra. The way she had stood up to him this morning – stifling his words with such callous disregard for his authority. Or rather, lack thereof. He couldn’t kid himself any longer. Cassandra owed him no respect or loyalty – it was he who was reliant on her. Surely, the human mage couldn’t care less if he was to die of thirst. And sure enough, the thirst was already tickling at his throat. Soon enough it would ravish his mind and he would be forced to beg the girl for sustenance.

Perish the thought! Dominique Astorio bends the knee to no mage! Though as he sat in the cafeteria, watching the other Vampires sit with their newfound partners, the crushing reality of his situation began to bear down on him like the deepest depths of the sea. He needed Cassandra. He didn’t have to like her, nor she him, but he at least needed her to think she was his equal. He grimaced at the notion. If his father caught him treating her in such a way, even if it was a façade, he’d be flogged in the Noila courtyard for all to see. Yet, Bayard Astorio had never attended the academy. He’d never had to rely on a Mage as a partner, rather than a servant. He could not possibly understand the burden Dominique had to bare, nor the sacrifice of his honour as an Astorio he would need to endure.

Of Blood and Magic

Interactions: @Gisk

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Dominique had begun to make his way towards the exit when he was stopped in his tracks by something unexpected. Could this have been back talk? For a moment there was silence, the Noble trying to remember the last time a human ever spoke to him in such a tone. Never. He turned around to face Cassandra, a nasty scowl plastered across his face.

“W-what… I… how dare-” Words eluded him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so humiliated. The nerve of this worthless pest. He took a menacing step towards Cassandra, snarling like a wild beast. His every impulse told him to put this scum in her place, but the words of his father rang through his head. One misstep and he was good as dead.

Cassandra didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by his display, and her confidence in the face of the world’s greatest predator denoted an inner strength. Her level-headedness only served to frustrate Dominique more. Was he actually envious of this human? Preposterous. The mere thought was laughable! Yet he couldn’t escape the feeling that Cassandra was not someone to trifle with.

“Whatever,” Dominique conceded, spinning around on his heels and making his way to the busses leading to the dorms.
“For your sake, you better live up to that claim.”

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Dominique had been restless since meeting Cassandra. His ego had taken a heavy blow and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. If it were his father, her insubordination would have cost her dearly. Perhaps she would have been disemboweled in front of the other servants to be made an example of. That was the difference here; Cassandra wasn’t his servant. He’d never met a human before who wasn’t at his beck and call. How could the Princess expect him to see her as an equal?

Dominique rose from his bed, stumbling into the bathroom to get ready for the new day. Orientation. What a pain. After showering and changing he made his way into the common room. He groaned. The room reeked of her.

“To me at once, dog!” He bellowed, demanding the filthy cretin’s presence. He had let the words escape him last night, but he would ensure that her disobedience would not go unpunished. Servant or partner, Dominique refused to let her get the better of him. When she eventually made her way into the common area, the Noble laid into her with unrelenting vitriol.

"You humiliated me last night! I don't care if you intend to serve me or not, but I will not tolerate being made a fool of by the likes of you. Consider yourself lucky that I'm supposed to be on my best behaviour here - or else you would have been dead the second you decided to open your filthy trap and speak against me." He approached her and jabbed his finger into her chest. "You won't obey me? Fine, enjoy your freedom to roll around in your filth like the swine you are. But make no mistake; we are not equal. We never will be. If you won't do as you're told, then I have no use for you." Dominique shoved past her and made his way to finish sorting out his things. The very thought of having to share this space with such an insolent flea was sickening. He had already begun thinking of the ways he could convince the Princess to further separate their lodgings. Perhaps a dog house for the stray?

Of Blood and Magic

Interactions: @WeepingLiberty

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Minfilia could feel her cheeks flush red the moment Amaris’ lips touched her skin. An invigorating chill danced along her spine and the air around her felt as if it was frozen in time. Her chest felt warm – her heart fluttered with a sensation she could not describe. To stand before the Countess as a mere human and be treated equal left the young mage speechless. The Marivaldi house was known for their fairness and respect of their mage counterparts, this much she knew. Yet there was something different with Amaris. A sincerity and kindness that Minfilia had not thought possible from someone whose heart no longer beat.

In the comfort of privacy, Minfilia may have been left speechless by the gesture. Though she had already blundered once tonight, letting herself be overwhelmed by the picturesque beauty of her mistress. She would not make the same mistake twice.

“Lady Marivaldi, you flatter me. Then, as your companion, it is my wish to see to your every need. Please understand; I do this of my own volition and not out of servitude.” Minfilia stubbornly declared, letting her hand drop down by her side once Amaris released it from her tender grasp. When her lady spoke of her father, Viktor, Minfilia couldn’t help but beam with pride. It was comforting to know that her relations had put her in good standing with the nobles.

“I have a lot to live up to. It is my hope that in the coming years, I will be able to exceed my father’s legacy as a mage.” Minfilia’s eyes glistened with determination. She was nothing if not driven. Even if Amaris was simply to be a means to an end, she had no doubt maintaining a positive relationship with her mistress would only aid her in reaching her goal.

When Amaris offered to wait for Minfilia to tie up any loose ends, the young lady simply shook her head and held up her hand in protest.
“Now that I have made your acquaintance, I have no business here. If you wish to retire to the dorms, then I will happily oblige.” In truth, Minfilia was starting to feel drowsy. Many a yawn had been stifled this evening. She wasn’t sure how long she would be able to maintain such a regal persona while exhaustion crept up on her. She gestured for Amaris to lead the way, following suit towards the dorms.

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The trip to the dorms was relatively quiet. Amaris wished for Minfilia to speak freely about herself, but she didn’t have much to say. Mostly she spoke of Berlin and all the little pleasures of home she would miss. Any prodding on the vampire’s part for more personal details was quickly met with a convenient Segway into another topic. Soon, there was nothing but silence. A quiet request on Minfilia’s part to cease discussion on such matters. Who she was wasn’t important – it was who she was going to be.

Upon arriving at the Marivaldi dorm and retrieving their keys from the mail, Minfilia took a moment to inspect their living quarters. Needless to say, the Noila’s had outdone themselves in both comfort and style. The young mage stepped out onto the patio, admiring the gorgeous view of the woods. Under the moonlight, the dark canopy of the forest held a certain whimsy and charm to it.

Turning back towards the living area, Minfilia began to remove the flowers from her hair as well as wipe her make up away with a moist towelette she had procured from her ensuite. The braids in her hair began to unravel themselves, letting the golden locks fall gently into place. Minfilia had her schedule open on the dining table, sighing at such a late start. It seemed a normal sleep schedule would be a thing of the past for her now. Shame. She really did enjoy being out in the sun. Perhaps Amaris wouldn’t mind her going on a few excursions a couple times a week. Though that was not a question for tonight. Minfilia was tired.

“If there is nothing else, I wish to retire.” She spoke concisely, offering a gentle wave before disappearing into her quarters as the light of dawn began to creep over the horizon.

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Minfilia was up at dusk, engaged in her rigorous and involved hair care routine. Her brush soared through the golden sea of hair while she gently ran her fingers through it to check for any knots. Since reawakening to her powers, Minfilia found she was able to will her hair into neatness – but she still preferred her morning ritual. She frowned. It was an evening ritual now.

She quickly dressed herself and headed for the kitchen, where she would prepare a bowl of cut up fruit to snack on for breakfast. Such an odd sensation – eating breakfast at such an hour. Though what else would be more suitable after one has just woken up?

On the table, Minfilia had he schedule opened up. She hadn’t made the effort to meet anyone at the opening ceremony, so she didn’t really recognise the names of any of the other mages. Though one did stand out to her. Aaron Starag. The boy she shared Affinity Mastery with in the morning. Of course, she didn’t know him personally, but his family name was known by most. Servants of the Noila lineage. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to be on friendly terms with such a person.

Despite her eagerness to begin her journey at Noila, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. There was nothing else more intimidating than the first day of school. Except the undead masters who walked among her in the halls.