Cello

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

@TheHangedMan | @Datadogie | @J8cob

Leon remained silent whilst his guildmates debated whether or not Felix, the youngest of them, should attend the mission or not. It wasn’t as though he didn’t have an opinion on the matter, he himself did not feel great about putting a kid on the front lines. He just knew it wasn’t his place to voice such concerns. Especially since Felix, prideful as he was, really didn’t need to be lectured by a mage with not even half his level of skill and experience. To be outclassed by someone nearly half his age. How embarrassing.

Deciding he ought to change into something more appropriate, Leon began to slink away to his room when Holly and Marduk voiced their trust in Leon’s capabilities to protect the others. His stomach fluttered with both delight and trepidation.
They’re counting on me. Me. It took everything to repress a childish giggle from escaping his lips. Instead he waved his hand back behind him as he ascended the stairs - keeping his back turned as to hide his stupid grin.
“Naturally. I’ll keep you all safe.” Leon clenched his fist to his allies, disappearing down the hall with a skip in his step.

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Leon was wiping away a dead insect that had decided to kamikaze itself into his spectacles, visibly disgusted by the presence of bug guts. The trip to Era had his mind racing with so many uncertainties. The confidence he had shown to his guildmates back in the tavern was slowly fading as the sky began to turn black with thick plumes of smoke. His mind was plagued with doubts. What if he couldn’t keep it together and someone got hurt? Or worse. Despite having never seen a dragon before in his life, the history books described them as truly fierce beasts. Very few creatures boast such power as to spawn an entire group of mages dedicated to keeping them at bay.

As Era approached, Leon couldn’t help but freeze in horror at the sight of burning buildings and smoldering debris. It wasn’t long ago he called this place home. He could see some of the districts he’d frequent, now reduced to rubble and ash. If he had remained a student of Era, it could just as easily have been him fleeing for his life down there. He gulped. Bringing his palms up to firmly slap himself in the cheeks in an attempt to bring himself back to reality.
Come on man, get it together! You’re a Fenix… tear… m- His attempts to rally himself up crumbled immediately at the sheer sight of the dragon itself. It was fear incarnate, a most horrifying beast that vastly exceeded anything Leon could have imagined reading a history book.

“We have to fight that thing?!” Leon threw all composure to the wind, just as he saw Grasidia engaging in combat. Panic gripped him. She was going to get herself killed! Despite all her power, there was no way she was a match for that monster. As if on cue, Leon watched the mighty dragon’s tail swat the plant mage from the sky not too dissimilar to how Leon had been handling the bugs that flew into his face on the way here. That’s what they were to a dragon. Insects.

It suddenly became harder to breathe, the sounds of his guildmates becoming more and more distorted as the rapid beating of his heart thumped in his eardrums. He wasn’t ready for this. He couldn’t imagine he ever would be. Then suddenly, an intense gust of wind sent the leaf carriages tumbling over and Leon found himself hurtling towards the pavement - frozen in terror. He had accepted this would be how his life would come to an end, just as a thicket of vines enveloped him and halted his fall.

Leon watched as his friends jumped straight into the action without a moments’ hesitation. Clover readied himself with a strange certainty, Lilliana unleashed a barrage of Nullfire whilst Holly and Lavinia took to the skies to rain death from above. Through it all, Marduk’s voice helped pull Leon back into the moment. He heard him loud and clear. Provide healing to Grasidia. The words he and Holly had spoken to him back at the guild rang through his head. There was still so much he was afraid of, but for a brief moment he felt he had a purpose. A reason he was here with the other guild members.

“Y-yes Sir!” Leon bumbled, finally breaking free of the vines with only a slight struggle. Falling to the ground, he landed with a clumsy roll into a kneel, scanning his surroundings until Grasidia came into view. She was injured. He could help.

Pushing off from the ground, Leon began to rush towards his ally with his codex at the ready.
“I need your help Lorelai!” On cue, the familiar sphere of light leapt from the cover of his tome, darting forward towards Grasidia in the blink of an eye. The little light flew in front of the plant mage’s face before bursting into a much more serious looking Lorelai. The pixies wings began to flutter with the intensity of a hummingbird, and she darted around Grasidia in elliptical orbits while cascading a golden dust over her.

Lorelai had already begun healing Grasidia, but Leon knew she’d require more urgent care than what Lorelai could offer right now. After a few moments he arrived beside her, holding the codex in front of him.
“Please stay still while I patch you up.” Leon sounded a lot more assertive than his body language dictated, his fingers trembling and struggling to open up to the right page. Lorelai noticed his hesitation, stopping her embrace for a brief moment to flutter down to Leon’s fingers and gently clasp her hands around his thumb. He looked down at his friends and saw the reassurance in her eyes. As if she was telling him everything would be alright.

With a curt nod, Leon held his codex open in front of him while the pages magically turned to the desired spell.
“Physick” Leon uttered, a complex algorithm of various geometric shapes conjuring above the pages, boasting a resplendent green light. It was a bit hard for Leon to focus with everything going on, so his healing wouldn’t be as effective as if he was somewhere calmer. Nonetheless, the light poured over Grasidia from the tome whilst Lorelai resumed her own efforts to heal her injuries. Slowly but surely, the pain would start to ease itself as he channeled his curative magics.

Name Change Request

May I please have my username changed to Cello if available?

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

@Hatakekuro | @Darkod974 | @datadogie | @TheHangedMan

With the arrival of the other guild members, the small handful of mages which pretty much comprised the entire guild, Fenixtear took on a certain liveliness. Leon, immersed in the frivolity, chuckled at Zenith’s dismay over the state of the kitchen once Lorelai was done with it.

“Yeah yeah, when have I ever not cleaned up after their messes?” He sighed, watching as his little pixie fluttered back to the bar with a sugar cube clutched within her arms. Felix asked Leon about the guildmaster, to which he would receive a casual shrug.
“Not sure kid, you’ve probably got the right idea.” Heck, if Torys was out there finding them some work, then at least Leon might be able to earn some money to pay back his student loans. The mere thought of his accumulated debt almost made his croque madame repeat on him.

Holly made a point to scold Leon for Lorelai’s conduct, as he had been anticipating. Though he didn’t expect her to question his own training. It hardly seemed relevant and only served to mildly annoy him.
“They aren’t puppets.” Leon mumbled, turning his face away from the armoured mage. “They’re my friends. I can’t just order them around. No amount of training will change that.” He was already painfully aware that he was the weakest link of the guild; he didn’t need another reminder. And then the offer to spar was made.
“Are you messing with me?” Leon’s shoulders tensed up, turning back to Holly with a furrowed brow and clenched jaw. Though her gentle touch reassured him that her teasing was only friendly. He relaxed a little, feeling somewhat embarrassed over his reaction. His inadequacies were always a sore subject. Though before he could apologise for being a bit touchy, Torys had seemingly slipped in from nowhere and demanded the S Class’ attention.

Not long after Torys had finished speaking with Holly and Grasidia, the Guildmaster loudly proclaimed that their assistance was needed in Era in dealing with a dragon threat. Leon’s gulp was quite audible. His first large scale mission; defeating a dragon. Not to mention the cherry on top that was returning to the city that hosted his former school. How mortifying it would be to run into some of his old peers after dropping out. No doubt the elitists among them would milk the opportunity to berate him for every last drop.

Leon was hesitant, but that tinge of worthlessness that had briefly tugged at his spirit when talking to Holly spurred him to his feet. Codex at the ready, he held his finger out for his pixie to perch on.
“Sorry Lor, I’m going to need to conserve my energy for this.” Lorelai’s wings drooped down to her side at his words, but the little pixie happily complied and returned to the aether like the snuffing of a candle. When Marduk approached him about teaming up, the young man placed his fist across his chest and stood with shoulders square.

“Yes Sir, I will not let you guys down.” His eyes shifted briefly over to Holly, and then the other members of the group. More than anything, this was an opportunity to prove that he could be a valuable member of Fenixtear.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

The enticing aroma of smoked ham, caramelized cheese and butter roused Leon from slumber. Startling awake, he blinked a couple times whilst trying to adjust to his surroundings. Had he fallen asleep in the Guild Hall again? Peering down his nose to the mess of textbooks and parchment confirmed his suspicion. Clad in a white button up and trousers, he scratched the back of his head whilst taking note of the dishevelled mess that was his hair. A cursory sniff of his garments proved them to be not quite ripe enough to change out of just yet - all the better for snatching up a serving of Zenith’s cooking before it was scoffed up by other equally hungry guildmates.

First, he would need to call upon his friend.

“Good Morning Lorelai” Leon mumbled, pressing his palm to the open pages of his codex. Lifting a sphere of warm, amber light from the tome, Leon held his hand open and watched the orb unfurl into a pair of delicate, gossamer wings. Curled up in a tiny ball was his pixie companion. He silently begrudged that his own capabilities limited him to summoning only one Fae at a time - Melia would no doubt be upset that he had chosen to call upon Lorelai first. The fae stretched out her wings before greeting her conjurer with an elegant twirl. Her inhumane squeals of delight were always a comfort.

“You can play just for a little bit, okay?” Leon didn’t quite have the stamina to sustain his summons for extended periods of time - even if they weren’t using any magic.

He gazed up at the bar, only to see quite the gathering. Instincts immediately kicked in as he began to worry he’d miss out on a feed. Quick to his feet, Leon stumbled over his own footing to make his way over to a stool. Just as Zenith placed a plate down in front of him.

Smooth.

“Thanks man, I’m starved.” Careful not to burn himself, Leon pulled off a small piece and placed it to the side of his plate. Lorelai eyed it off, fluttering down beside the plate with an eagerness that faded almost immediately. Upon closer inspection the pixie had realised what Leon had offered her. Displeased with her meal, the petulant fae lifted her piece of croque madame and flung it straight into the bar shelves. She looked up at him and began mouthing off in a series of high pitched squeaks and jingles. Only one word caught Leon’s attention.

“Ah, that’s ‘sweet’ isn’t it?” He’d come to know that word pretty quick. “You want something sweet.” Before he could feel too proud of his realization, Lorelai had taken Leon’s understanding as somewhat of an invitation and taken wing through the kitchen window. No doubt on her way to investigate the pantry for some form of confection.

Looks like I’ll be cleaning the kitchen again. The clatter of a stray pot affirmed his worries.

Turning to the rest of his guildmates, Leon caught the tail end of Felix’s inquiry as to the whereabouts of the Guildmaster. He bit into his sandwich whilst watching the conversation unfold - trying not to blush at the sight of Gwen’s apparent overconfidence. Even after so many weeks, he still found it extremely uncomfortable. Thankfully Holly arrived just in time to tell her off. The sternness in her tone even sent a shiver up his spine - were all S Class Mages so intimidating? Based on his interactions with both Holly and Grasidia, the only S Class Mages Leon had ever talked to, he conclusively deemed that yes, they were.

The clang of another kitchen utensil falling to the floor made Leon tense up, hoping not to draw Holly’s ire while she was still fired up over Gwen’s misconduct.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Leon Aldehart

✦ Character Theme | Dreaming ✦

Appearance

Alternative Outfit (Casual)

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Full Name

Leon Aldehart

Age

Twenty-two

Gender

Male

Species

Human

Personality

Leon’s intellect and mind for strategy often come as a surprise to those who first meet him, because he is quite frankly a bit of a meathead. Not in an intellectual sense, but rather he acts like a typical twenty-two year old guy. He is brash and blunt and isn’t afraid to get a bit rowdy, oftentimes taking risks that are a lot more calculated than what would appear.

He can be quite smug when the opportunity to flex his brains comes around, oftentimes disparaging his guild members for failing to come to conclusions as quickly as he might - an arrogance that is usually met with a stinging cheek.

He has a lot of pride and can be very easily riled up with a few choice jeers, especially from those he admires as rivals. Being a relatively new mage, he doesn’t quite stand up to a lot of the other members of Fenixtear and this has led to him developing a bit of a playful competitive streak.

Despite his mind for tactics, Leon has yet to come into his own strengths as a mage and can become quite frustrated when he isn’t succeeding on the same level as his peers. His true talents lie in directing allies, planning out careful stratagems and protecting his friends with his supportive magics. He just doesn’t quite have the patience and real world experience for that sort of thing as of yet.

Strengths

✦ Supportive Ally: Leon's healing and supportive magics make him a valuable addition to any team.
✦ Strategist: Leon has a keen mind for tactics and is able to quickly form complex stratagems once he's got a good grasp on a situation.
✦ (Almost) College Educated: Leon is adept at deciphering magical languages from different time periods. A niche skill, but can come in handy when dealing with all manner of magical script.

Weaknesses

✦ Wet Noodle: Leon's magic is almost entirely supportive. His few offensive options are not enough to hold his own in a fight.
✦ Insecure: Leon hasn't yet learned the value of his unique skill set, instead comparing himself to other mages and feeling as though he often comes up short.
✦ Inexperienced: Despite all his strengths, Leon lacks any real experience when it comes to the tasks a mage is required to perform. He lacks the composure of someone who has spent their life honing their skills. He can't yet be depended on to follow through when it really counts.

Guild

Fenixtear

Mage Rank

C Rank

Guild Mark Location

Right Shoulder

Magic

Fae Scholar

In his efforts to decipher the Fae Codex, Leon stumbled upon the secrets of the Fae realm and the elusive creatures who inhabit it. As well as the long forgotten spells and tactics employed by a group of ancient mages known as the Fae Scholars; brilliant strategists who enlisted the aid of Faeries in combat.

Wielding potent Fae Magic enclosed within the codex, Leon specialises in assisting his allies with a slew of supportive abilities such as shielding, healing and enchanting. Additionally, he may summon Pixies from the Fae Realm to his side to assist in executing his carefully planned stratagems.

While not known for their offensive capabilities, the Fae Codex does enlist a small range of offensive magicks that the mages or yore would have used to defend themselves in a pinch.

Spell List (Fae Scholar)

Summon Faerie Companion: Leon may call upon the aid of creatures from the Fae Realm known as Pixies. Small, sprite-like Fae who exist only in the ethereal planes. As such, Pixies cannot be physically harmed - but will momentarily disperse from our realm if struck. They will return to their own realm if Leon receives critical damage.

Each unique Pixie possesses their own spells, and Leon can mentally command his companions to execute these magicks even when he himself is unable to cast spells. Though depending on the bond between the Scholar and his Fae Companions, the Pixies may cast spells of their own free will in order to see their ally well. Fae spells are channeled by the Pixie, but utilize Leon’s own magic power reserves to cast.

Leon is only capable of summoning one Pixie at a time. Changing summons in the heat of battle still proves to be quite taxing for him, so he is generally stuck with whichever Fae he chooses for the entirety of a fight.

Scathe: Fires a quick dart of malignant Fae Magic from the Fae Codex at a foe within short to mid range. Deals minor fire damage and afflicts the target with Glimmer.

Glimmer: Target’s silhouette is outlined with Faerie Fire for a short period, revealing their location even through darkness or magical invisibility.

Physick: Channels restorative magic onto a single target over an extended duration, allowing them to recover from moderate injuries. Healing effect halved whilst in combat or other high stress situations where full concentration cannot be maintained.

Adloquium: Instantly recovers minor injuries on a single target with a burst of curative sorcery. Grants the target the effect of Galvanize.

Galvanize: Projects a magical barrier around the target that is able to absorb a heavy amount of damage before dispersing.

Succor: Channels for a brief moment before releasing a radial discharge of curative sorcery that recovers minor injuries on self and all nearby allies. Grants Galvanize to each affected person, but with the shielding effect only being able to withstand moderate damage before dispersing.

Fae Contracts

The Resplendent Dawn

Lorelai Appearance

A Pixie of the Fae Realm and one of the first Fae Companions Leon learned to Summon. Lorelai is kind and nurturing in spirit, with a wicked fierce sweet tooth that often leads Leon into various expeditions across town to acquire something that might please the little fairy. She is highly receptive to Leon’s wishes when called to his side and is well versed in her own form of curative sorceries that may accompany Leon’s own in battle.

Spell List (Lorelai)

Embrace: Lorelai grants continuous regenerative properties to Leon whilst summoned. Though the healing is miniscule, it is a persistent effect that can add up over the course of a battle. Leon may command Lorelai to attach herself to one of his allies instead, granting them the effects of Embrace.

Whispering Dawn: Lorelai releases a radial blast of curative sorcery from her current location, granting significant regenerative magicks to all nearby allies for a short duration. Capable of healing moderate wounds over the course of its effect.

The Gentle Breeze

Melia Appearance

A Pixie of the Fae Realm and one of the first Fae Companions Leon learned to Summon. Melia is cheeky and mischievous, with kleptomaniac tendencies that often land Leon in hot water with his guildmates. Whilst she is fond of Leon, she is far more interested in her own entertainment and does tend to get bored if he doesn’t provide her with enough excitement. Melia specialises in enhancing her allies' combat prowess.

Spell List (Melia)

Mischief: Melia attunes herself to Leon whilst she is summoned, and will send out a malignant bolt of Fae Magic each time he strikes an enemy or casts an offensive spell. The damage of these bolts is minuscule, but can add up over the course of a battle. On Leon’s command, Melia can attach herself to an ally and grant them the effects of Mischief instead. When attached to agile and fast foes, this effect produces much more potent results as Melia will automatically adjust how fast she fires bolts based on the speed of her current companion.

Fae Wind: Melia enchants nearby allies with a gust of magic wind, significantly increasing their speed, agility and reflexes for a short duration.

Equipment

✦ Fae Codex: A magically preserved tome from an ancient civilization of mages. It goes into great depth on a race of beings known as the Fae and how Scholars of yore learned to utilize their whimsical sorcery. Written in a long forgotten language, this codex acts as the catalyst for Leon's magic. As he continues to decipher more of its contents, more Fae Techniques may become available to him.

✦ Aetherquill: Standard writing utensil. Utilizes an unnoticeable amount of magic power to draw on surfaces and in the air.

✦ Prosthetic Arm: Leon's left arm is a prosthetic forged with a magically enhanced alloy. An outdated model by today's standards, but it is highly durable and fully functioning as a substitute for his lost limb.

History

Leon grew up in a small fishing hamlet along the south-eastern coast of Fiore, about a day's travel from Hargeon Port. His father was a fisherman, his mother a chirurgeon at the local medical center. Leon’s two older brothers, Patrick and Lilothy, worked alongside their father at the docks, often taking to the seas in hopes of a good catch. He and his siblings loved the sea, spending most of their days either swimming, fishing or relaxing by the beach.

As a young lad, Leon held a deep admiration for his father and hoped to one day accompany him and his brothers on one of their treks into the limitless blue. On his tenth birthday, his wish would be granted. A family fishing trip on his dad’s boat. He could barely contain his excitement - a feeling that would last until the storm clouds rolled in from the horizon and encompassed the sky around their small ship.

Miraculously, the ship was relatively unharmed. Leon was not so fortunate. He had lost his footing whilst the ship rocked back and forth and fell into the deep abyss. Lilothy jumped in after him, a rather confident swimmer at the young age of sixteen, and was able to secure his brother to the lifebuoy - but they were not alone in the water. Leon doesn’t remember what the creature looked like, but he will never forget the struggle and the searing pain in his left arm as the sea beast made off with both his appendage and Lilothy. Despite heavy blood loss and trauma, the storm had settled enough for Leon’s family to make it back to shore and rush the boy into his mother’s clinic.

The loss of Lilothy took its toll on the family. Leon’s father was never able to work at sea again, drowning his sorrows in a constant drunken stupor. His mother became cold and unfeeling as stone, she chose to bottle everything up in order to keep her family together. Patrick ran away from home about a year later at the age of nineteen. Leon’s rehabilitation was long and painful, and the advancements of magical prosthetics allowed him to utilize a mechanical left arm that functioned just as well as his real one did.

He was housebound for a few years; partly due to injury but mostly trauma. He focussed on his academics to pass the time; it was a nice distraction from the constant memory of that day. Over time his body grew stronger, and he was able to somewhat come to terms with Lilothy’s death. Though he was never able to love the sea as he once did - in fact he now held a deep fear of it. He spent his remaining youth mostly keeping to himself with a nose tucked in a book. It was lonely, but at least he was able to better himself in some way. Watching his father deteriorate into a shell of a man was motivation enough not to follow suit. Lilothy had given his life so that Leon could live - he ought to make the most of it.

It was with that ambition that Leon was accepted into one of the top magical universities in Fiore; Era University. An undergraduate in the field of ancient linguistics, a degree he had no real attachment to but was proving to lead to many employment opportunities in Guilds. For the first two years of his studies, Leon excelled. It wasn’t until his third year when the stress and workload really began to take its toll. An upcoming assignment had him particularly vexed, leading the young man to sneak into the campus’ restricted library to hopefully give him an edge over the other students. It was here he would stumble across a dusty old Codex.

Seemingly abandoned by even the college’s librarians themselves, the dusty old tome was written in an ancient language he hadn’t encountered before. Having spent the last two and a half years of his life learning how to decipher ancient languages, Leon thought there was no one more suited to tackling the task.

What started as a mild curiosity quickly turned to obsession. Leon began flunking his classes, paying more attention to his discovery than his actual work tasks. For inside the forgotten codex lay scattered tidbits of information of creatures known as faeries and the realm they inhabited. Of course, every child grew up hearing of faeries in their bedtime tales - but to think such creatures actually existed. Leon eventually deciphered the method in which the Fae Scholars of a long lost civilization used to summon forth faerie companions to aid in battle and learn their elusive fae sorceries.

The first time he attempted to summon a fae didn’t go exactly to plan. He unknowingly unleashed a swarm of malicious pixies into the entire campus. They wreaked havoc for a solid week before the faculty was able to expel them back to where they came - leading them straight to Leon and the Fae Codex. He made up an excuse that the book belonged to his mother and he wished to decipher it as an extracurricular activity. None the wiser to his little expedition to the restricted library, and beaming with praise for the lads’ dedication to his craft, the faculty let him off easy. They warned him not to become too wrapped up in his task and that his actual studies were more important. To his credit, he made a genuine effort to put the codex behind him - but curiosity always got the better of him. After the third incident involving a wayward faerie, Leon was given an ultimatum - hand over the codex or be expelled.

Leon didn’t regret dropping out of university - his fascination with the fae codex and his newfound companions trumped any desire to achieve a tertiary education. Though he was left with a bit of a predicament. He had come to Era in the hopes of preserving Lilothy’s memory by living a life he could be proud of. Returning home would leave him in the exact place he had started. So instead he used the remainder of his savings to acquire travel to Crocus, the last place Patrick had made contact with him from. However that was quite some time ago, and despite his efforts Leon was not able to locate his brother and was instead left homeless without any money. It wasn’t easy to make an honest living in Crocus, but as fate would have it there was one way Leon could continue his studies of fae sorcery and earn a bit of coin to get by - joining a back alley independent guild by the name of Fenixtear. His last month at the guild has started to plant ideas of grandeur in his young mind - Leon Aldehart, fully fledged wizard of Fenixtear. Though he still has quite a ways to go before achieving that dream.

Extra Information

Thalassophobia: Leon has a deep seeded fear of the ocean and other large bodies of water. He becomes quite tense and anxious whenever he is around them and will almost always refuse to go swimming anywhere he can't have his feet firmly planted.

Language Barrier: Leon's Pixies are capable of understanding human speech, but they themselves only speak Fae. Leon has a very basic grasp of the language, but it is impossible for him to ever learn how to speak it himself as the phonetic components cannot be mimicked by human vocal chords.

Kiba

✦ Character Theme | Rushing Heart ✦

Appearance

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Full Name

Kiba of the Empty Blade

Age

Seventeen

Gender

Male

Species

Human

Personality

Taught not to burden others with his presence from a young age, Kiba doesn’t seem to have much of an outward personality. He comes off as very stoic and uninterested, reacting to most situations with the same relaxed glare and coy smile as always. Even when presented with something particularly confronting, the most you’ll get from him is a raised eyebrow or slight frown. He is the definition of a closed book.

Strong willed and silent, Kiba possesses a loyalty and drive that few can rival. He is a steadfast protector with a complete disregard for his own wellbeing - placing those he has sworn to defend before himself no matter the cost. His duty is all he needs to be fulfilled. He forces himself to suppress his own desires and wants due to a harsh upbringing under the Sniegow family. He has found comfort in the simpleness of his existence, and fears what would become of him if he were left to find his own reason for being.

It is easy to mistake Kiba’s social ineptitude for stoicism. Truthfully, the boy has spent so little time around actual people he just doesn’t know how to interact with them. He has become reclusive and shy, which is becoming more of a glaring issue as he grows older. He is a selective mute who struggles to get even a peep out when in any social situation despite being more than capable of speech. For those able to break through his shell, he may open up and speak to them in short, mumbled sentences.

He loves to be active and oftentimes loses his composure while training or sparring, revelling in the adrenaline of it all. He is a good sport and shows both reverence and respect to his opponents and allies alike.

Strengths

✦ Martial Poise: Years of dedicated training has honed Kiba's body into a cold, unfeeling weapon. He moves without hesitation with a certain grace and swiftness to his steps and strikes. He exerts his power efficiently with great precision and razor sharp reflexes; the traditions of the Sniegow warrior arts living on through him.

✦ Adept Swordsman: To Kiba, the Empty Blade is but an extension of his own body. While he is no master, he takes to the sword as naturally as a fish does water.

✦ Iron Will: It is quite difficult to sway Kiba from his duty. He is a very driven individual who places his mission before all else.

Weaknesses

✦ Underwhelming Strength: While not physically weak by any stretch of the imagination, Kiba's true strength relies in his finesse and the precision of his attacks. He isn't a physical powerhouse who can overpower opponents. He often needs to employ clever swordplay to win against tougher foes.

✦ Straightforward Thinker: Kiba doesn't really think outside of the box. A warrior at heart, his usual course of action is to draw his blade and settle matters with blows. Thinking beyond that is not his strong suit.

✦ Naive: There is much Kiba does not know of this world. While he does possess a modicum of common sense, he is often the victim of trickery and silver tongued charlatans. Gullible to a tee, he is pretty easy to mislead provided you tailor your words to fit his current goal.

Guild

Fenixtear

Mage Rank

A Rank

Guild Mark Location

Right Pectoral

Magic

Empty Sky Form

A Holder Magic channeled through Saint Shiva’s Empty Blade, a katana imbued with Ice Magic that is said to freeze anything it cuts. Drawing the blade itself will drain the wielder of their magic power over time, but allows them to create and manipulate ice to enhance their swordplay.

Spell List

Frostbite: When drawn, the Empty Blade will begin to freeze anything it slices. This affects inanimate objects quicker than it does people. Causes the target to move and react slower, the effect increasing the more Frostbite is built up on them.

Ice Blade: Conjures blades of ice at various sizes, angles and distances. Can be launched as projectiles.

Crystal Slash: Empowers sword strikes with ice that extend the range and cutting power of the Empty Blade. Can be used with the blade sheathed but will not build Frostbite if used in such manner. These slashes can be launched at foes at a distance.

Permafrost: Delivers a sword slash with the drawn Empty Blade, causing targets afflicted with Frostbite to become Frozen.

Frozen: Target is trapped in ice, unable to take any movement action for a brief period. Ice will melt at the end of the effect, leaving them unharmed. Targets afflicted with higher amounts of Frostbite are trapped longer.

Shatter: Sheathes the Empty Blade, shattering the ice around any Frozen targets for heavy damage.

Dual Ice Strike: Strikes twice in a wide arc before the caster in quick succession. The first slash applies Frostbite whilst the second applies Permafrost.

Snow Flower Storm: An Iaijutsu technique that delivers a series of weak slashes to the target that rapidly applies Frostbite before sheathing the blade. Possessing such speed that the wielder appears to never draw their blade.

Blizzard: An Iaijutsu technique that strikes a target with Permafrost before sheathing the blade to Shatter any Frozen targets. Possesses the same bewildering speed of other Iaijutsu techniques.

Empty Sky Form - Winter’s Riposte: An Iaijutsu technique that has the wielder assume a defensive stance. If struck by any physical attack, the wielder will dash through their target with a heavy Permafrost slash before sheathing their blade to Shatter them.

Driving Frost: An Iaijutsu technique that has the wielder gather energy whilst their blade is sheathed. After a brief moment, the energy is released in a long ranged, ninety degree Frostbite slash in any direction.

Diamond Frost - Axe: An Iaijutsu technique that has the wielder gather energy while their blade is sheathed. Cleaves a moderate area around them with a Permafrost slash.

Empty Sky Form - Heavenly Moon Strike: An Iaijutsu technique that has the wielder slicing through their opponent with a quick, mid ranged dash. Applies Permafrost.

Equipment

✦ Saint Shiva's Empty Blade: A relic of the now lost Sniegow clan, this enchanted Katana of Ice once belonged to Shiva Sniegow. Practically a figure of myth, enshrined in Sainthood for giving her life to protect the infant heir of the Gospel family from a Devil. The blade is made of what the Sniegow refer to as Perfect Ice, enchanted to never melt or break as well as freeze anything it cuts. The Blade also possesses the ability to absorb power from Devil Magic, fueling the wielders own spells with cursed magic.

✦ Ceremonial Tanto: A dagger used in the initiation of young warriors into the service of House Gospel. Kiba received this dagger when he completed his trials under Master Tsume. He was to present it to Gwendolyn Gospel so that she may draw blood from him and accept his pledge of lifelong servitude. He always has it concealed on his person, but out of reverence refused to wield it against his foes. The only blood to be drawn from the dagger is to be his own.

✦ Pan Flute: A simple wind instrument for passing time on the road.

History

An orphaned street urchin with no past or importance to anyone. Taken in by the Sniegow clan, a branch family of the devil hunting Gospel clan, and given the name ‘Kiba’ - Fang. His upbringing was unconventional to say the least, for the Sniegow hold a proud lineage of servitude to the Gospels. Their members are taught from a young age that they are simply tools to be used and disposed of as the main family desires. The man who took him in, Tsume Sniegow, raised the boy himself to become a steadfast guardian for the rightful heir of the Gospel family. Kiba met Gwendolyn many times in his youth, but was never once permitted to interact with her. Yet he knew that one day she would be the person he’d swear his sword and life to.

Having known no other life, Kiba took to his bestowed purpose with great ambition and resilience. The training under Tsume was intense, pushing the young boy to the brink many times. Yet each time he fell, he rose again. The Fang of the Gospel clan. He grew enamored with the concept. Though his life would always be worthless and he himself nothing more than a weapon, his existence would serve to further the influence of his lady. Tsume, well past his prime, bequeathed to Kiba a relic of the Sniegow; Saint Shiva’s Empty Blade. A blade of pure frost once wielded by a warrior most true and faithful - one who bent the knee to the Gospel clan generations ago. During his thirteenth year, Kiba had begun to take on the final trials of his arduous training. Once complete, Lady Gwendolyn would have her loyal Fang.

The trials, while grueling, proved surmountable by the young man who had spent years intensely honing his skills. Yet there was little time to savour his well earned victory. Upon returning to the main estate to be formally offered to his lady, Tsume and Kiba were met with a most gruesome sight. The entire village, ravaged by demons. The bodies of the main family were scattered across the estate, torn to shreds beyond recognition. It was to be assumed that the young heiress and her sister also perished with their family.

To not die protecting the main family was the greatest dishonor a Sniegow could suffer. The joy and pride that had welled up inside Kiba turned to ash and sank to the bottom of his stomach. Everything he had been preparing for was simply gone. Tsume spoke often of the great shame he felt in his pupil, that perhaps if he had worked more diligently then he would have been ready sooner. Maybe he would have been able to protect Lady Gwendolyn and her sister Astoria. Or at the very least, offer his worthless life up so that they may live. A tool with no hand to wield it is of little use to anyone, afterall.

Despite his shame, Tsume continued to train Kiba over the coming years. He had no main family to serve, but it was all the two of them knew. The young Fang threw himself into his warrior arts with more intensity than he knew he possessed. More than anything, he regretted his own weakness. The desire to grow stronger so that he may one day be of use to someone as he was always supposed to. This is what fueled him. He would become a weapon without parallel, cold and unfeeling with the drive to do what must be done. Or at least, that was the plan.

Tsume grew sick, and Kiba’s training was put off so that he may better take care of his master. After several months of treatment it became clear that he would not conquer this ailment. Now facing the prospect of being left alone, Kiba almost succumbed to sorrow and doubt. Then, a miracle happened. Gwendolyn and Astoria, pictured on the front page of a magazine. They were alive and well; guild wizards of all things. Kiba, unable to contain his excitement, went straight to his master. He showed him the photos. He read him the article. He began to make plans to journey with Tsume to Crocus once his master became well. Tsume told him that there would be no need. Too much time had already been wasted. Kiba had a duty to uphold. He ordered the boy to pack his things and head to Crocus on his own. Reluctant to leave behind his ailing master, but unable to refuse his words, Kiba left Tsume behind to his fate and made his way to Fenixtear in the hopes of finding his lady and finally taking his place as her loyal Fang.

Extra Information

✦ Nameless: Children trained under the Sniegow Family are not permitted to take the family name. They are given a title that reflects their life's purpose, and only once it has been fulfilled are they permitted to bear the Sniegow name proudly. Kiba means 'Fang'. In essence, his name reflects his purpose as a vicious guard dog of Gwendolyn Gospel.

✦ Selective Mute: Kiba can talk, but he often chooses not to. This is generally a byproduct of severe social anxieties as well as his harsh training under the Sniegow that aimed to dehumanize him.

Irene Winchester

Full Name

Irene Winchester

Age

Twenty

Mage Rank

D Rank

Magic

Archive

Description

Irene attends Era university as a student of Archive Magic, a highly sought after skill in modern day Fiore. The oldest of four sisters and heiress to one of Fiore’s top magic tool companies; Winchester Designworks. Her family is new money, and as such has not yet adopted the mannerisms one would usually associate with the upper class. Irene’s father, Nathaniel Winchester, stands apart from other entrepreneurial types by his strong, family oriented ideals and affordable products that don’t skimp on quality. His company is built upon the belief that all citizens of Fiore, regardless of their social class, should have the same access to technology. He has become somewhat of a pariah among his competitors by forcing the market to adjust to meet the high demand of Winchester Designworks products.

Irene is sweet natured and respectful, with more wit to her than what meets the eye. She’s grown up with a great admiration for her father and has picked up on his own mannerisms when handling shrewd business dealings. Even though she holds no ill will against her family, at Era she has made a point to try and stand out from her father’s reputation. There are many who begrudge her for her upbringing, claiming her place at Era was bought and not earnt. Irene lets her intellect and sharp tongue disprove these naysayers.

Leon was just beginning his second year of university at Era when he met Irene whilst volunteering at a meet and greet for new students. The two became fast friends, with the potential for their relationship to become more intimate. Unfortunately, Leon grew distant in the months that lead to him dropping out. His side project took up all his free time and he barely spoke to Irene. She was really hurt when he decided to leave without so much as a goodbye.

Despite it all, Irene makes a point to keep in contact with Leon and relishes in stories of his adventures as a Fenixtear mage. The spark between them may have been snuffed out, but she is happy for the new path Leon is on.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Leon Aldehart

✦ Character Theme | Dreaming ✦

Appearance

Alternative Outfit (Casual)

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Full Name

Leon Aldehart

Age

Twenty-two

Gender

Male

Species

Human

Personality

Leon’s intellect and mind for strategy often come as a surprise to those who first meet him, because he is quite frankly a bit of a meathead. Not in an intellectual sense, but rather he acts like a typical twenty-two year old guy. He is brash and blunt and isn’t afraid to get a bit rowdy, oftentimes taking risks that are a lot more calculated than what would appear.

He can be quite smug when the opportunity to flex his brains comes around, oftentimes disparaging his guild members for failing to come to conclusions as quickly as he might - an arrogance that is usually met with a stinging cheek.

He has a lot of pride and can be very easily riled up with a few choice jeers, especially from those he admires as rivals. Being a relatively new mage, he doesn’t quite stand up to a lot of the other members of Fenixtear and this has led to him developing a bit of a playful competitive streak.

Despite his mind for tactics, Leon has yet to come into his own strengths as a mage and can become quite frustrated when he isn’t succeeding on the same level as his peers. His true talents lie in directing allies, planning out careful stratagems and protecting his friends with his supportive magics. He just doesn’t quite have the patience and real world experience for that sort of thing as of yet.

Strengths

✦ Supportive Ally: Leon's healing and supportive magics make him a valuable addition to any team.
✦ Strategist: Leon has a keen mind for tactics and is able to quickly form complex stratagems once he's got a good grasp on a situation.
✦ (Almost) College Educated: Leon is adept at deciphering magical languages from different time periods. A niche skill, but can come in handy when dealing with all manner of magical script.

Weaknesses

✦ Wet Noodle: Leon's magic is almost entirely supportive. His few offensive options are not enough to hold his own in a fight.
✦ Insecure: Leon hasn't yet learned the value of his unique skill set, instead comparing himself to other mages and feeling as though he often comes up short.
✦ Inexperienced: Despite all his strengths, Leon lacks any real experience when it comes to the tasks a mage is required to perform. He lacks the composure of someone who has spent their life honing their skills. He can't yet be depended on to follow through when it really counts.

Guild

Fenixtear

Mage Rank

C Rank

Guild Mark Location

Right Shoulder

Magic

Fae Scholar

In his efforts to decipher the Fae Codex, Leon stumbled upon the secrets of the Fae realm and the elusive creatures who inhabit it. As well as the long forgotten spells and tactics employed by a group of ancient mages known as the Fae Scholars; brilliant strategists who enlisted the aid of Faeries in combat.

Wielding potent Fae Magic enclosed within the codex, Leon specialises in assisting his allies with a slew of supportive abilities such as shielding, healing and enchanting. Additionally, he may summon Pixies from the Fae Realm to his side to assist in executing his carefully planned stratagems.

While not known for their offensive capabilities, the Fae Codex does enlist a small range of offensive magicks that the mages or yore would have used to defend themselves in a pinch.

Spell List (Fae Scholar)

Summon Faerie Companion: Leon may call upon the aid of creatures from the Fae Realm known as Pixies. Small, sprite-like Fae who exist only in the ethereal planes. As such, Pixies cannot be physically harmed - but will momentarily disperse from our realm if struck. They will return to their own realm if Leon receives critical damage.

Each unique Pixie possesses their own spells, and Leon can mentally command his companions to execute these magicks even when he himself is unable to cast spells. Though depending on the bond between the Scholar and his Fae Companions, the Pixies may cast spells of their own free will in order to see their ally well. Fae spells are channeled by the Pixie, but utilize Leon’s own magic power reserves to cast.

Leon is only capable of summoning one Pixie at a time. Changing summons in the heat of battle still proves to be quite taxing for him, so he is generally stuck with whichever Fae he chooses for the entirety of a fight.

Scathe: Fires a quick dart of malignant Fae Magic from the Fae Codex at a foe within short to mid range. Deals minor fire damage and afflicts the target with Glimmer.

Glimmer: Target’s silhouette is outlined with Faerie Fire for a short period, revealing their location even through darkness or magical invisibility.

Physick: Channels restorative magic onto a single target over an extended duration, allowing them to recover from moderate injuries. Healing effect halved whilst in combat or other high stress situations where full concentration cannot be maintained.

Adloquium: Instantly recovers minor injuries on a single target with a burst of curative sorcery. Grants the target the effect of Galvanize.

Galvanize: Projects a magical barrier around the target that is able to absorb a heavy amount of damage before dispersing.

Succor: Channels for a brief moment before releasing a radial discharge of curative sorcery that recovers minor injuries on self and all nearby allies. Grants Galvanize to each affected person, but with the shielding effect only being able to withstand moderate damage before dispersing.

Fae Contracts

The Resplendent Dawn

Lorelai Appearance

A Pixie of the Fae Realm and one of the first Fae Companions Leon learned to Summon. Lorelai is kind and nurturing in spirit, with a wicked fierce sweet tooth that often leads Leon into various expeditions across town to acquire something that might please the little fairy. She is highly receptive to Leon’s wishes when called to his side and is well versed in her own form of curative sorceries that may accompany Leon’s own in battle.

Spell List (Lorelai)

Embrace: Lorelai grants continuous regenerative properties to Leon whilst summoned. Though the healing is miniscule, it is a persistent effect that can add up over the course of a battle. Leon may command Lorelai to attach herself to one of his allies instead, granting them the effects of Embrace.

Whispering Dawn: Lorelai releases a radial blast of curative sorcery from her current location, granting significant regenerative magicks to all nearby allies for a short duration. Capable of healing moderate wounds over the course of its effect.

The Gentle Breeze

Melia Appearance

A Pixie of the Fae Realm and one of the first Fae Companions Leon learned to Summon. Melia is cheeky and mischievous, with kleptomaniac tendencies that often land Leon in hot water with his guildmates. Whilst she is fond of Leon, she is far more interested in her own entertainment and does tend to get bored if he doesn’t provide her with enough excitement. Melia specialises in enhancing her allies' combat prowess.

Spell List (Melia)

Mischief: Melia attunes herself to Leon whilst she is summoned, and will send out a malignant bolt of Fae Magic each time he strikes an enemy or casts an offensive spell. The damage of these bolts is minuscule, but can add up over the course of a battle. On Leon’s command, Melia can attach herself to an ally and grant them the effects of Mischief instead. When attached to agile and fast foes, this effect produces much more potent results as Melia will automatically adjust how fast she fires bolts based on the speed of her current companion.

Fae Wind: Melia enchants nearby allies with a gust of magic wind, significantly increasing their speed, agility and reflexes for a short duration.

Equipment

✦ Fae Codex: A magically preserved tome from an ancient civilization of mages. It goes into great depth on a race of beings known as the Fae and how Scholars of yore learned to utilize their whimsical sorcery. Written in a long forgotten language, this codex acts as the catalyst for Leon's magic. As he continues to decipher more of its contents, more Fae Techniques may become available to him.

✦ Aetherquill: Standard writing utensil. Utilizes an unnoticeable amount of magic power to draw on surfaces and in the air.

✦ Prosthetic Arm: Leon's left arm is a prosthetic forged with a magically enhanced alloy. An outdated model by today's standards, but it is highly durable and fully functioning as a substitute for his lost limb.

History

Leon grew up in a small fishing hamlet along the south-eastern coast of Fiore, about a day's travel from Hargeon Port. His father was a fisherman, his mother a chirurgeon at the local medical center. Leon’s two older brothers, Patrick and Lilothy, worked alongside their father at the docks, often taking to the seas in hopes of a good catch. He and his siblings loved the sea, spending most of their days either swimming, fishing or relaxing by the beach.

As a young lad, Leon held a deep admiration for his father and hoped to one day accompany him and his brothers on one of their treks into the limitless blue. On his tenth birthday, his wish would be granted. A family fishing trip on his dad’s boat. He could barely contain his excitement - a feeling that would last until the storm clouds rolled in from the horizon and encompassed the sky around their small ship.

Miraculously, the ship was relatively unharmed. Leon was not so fortunate. He had lost his footing whilst the ship rocked back and forth and fell into the deep abyss. Lilothy jumped in after him, a rather confident swimmer at the young age of sixteen, and was able to secure his brother to the lifebuoy - but they were not alone in the water. Leon doesn’t remember what the creature looked like, but he will never forget the struggle and the searing pain in his left arm as the sea beast made off with both his appendage and Lilothy. Despite heavy blood loss and trauma, the storm had settled enough for Leon’s family to make it back to shore and rush the boy into his mother’s clinic.

The loss of Lilothy took its toll on the family. Leon’s father was never able to work at sea again, drowning his sorrows in a constant drunken stupor. His mother became cold and unfeeling as stone, she chose to bottle everything up in order to keep her family together. Patrick ran away from home about a year later at the age of nineteen. Leon’s rehabilitation was long and painful, and the advancements of magical prosthetics allowed him to utilize a mechanical left arm that functioned just as well as his real one did.

He was housebound for a few years; partly due to injury but mostly trauma. He focussed on his academics to pass the time; it was a nice distraction from the constant memory of that day. Over time his body grew stronger, and he was able to somewhat come to terms with Lilothy’s death. Though he was never able to love the sea as he once did - in fact he now held a deep fear of it. He spent his remaining youth mostly keeping to himself with a nose tucked in a book. It was lonely, but at least he was able to better himself in some way. Watching his father deteriorate into a shell of a man was motivation enough not to follow suit. Lilothy had given his life so that Leon could live - he ought to make the most of it.

It was with that ambition that Leon was accepted into one of the top magical universities in Fiore; Era University. An undergraduate in the field of ancient linguistics, a degree he had no real attachment to but was proving to lead to many employment opportunities in Guilds. For the first two years of his studies, Leon excelled. It wasn’t until his third year when the stress and workload really began to take its toll. An upcoming assignment had him particularly vexed, leading the young man to sneak into the campus’ restricted library to hopefully give him an edge over the other students. It was here he would stumble across a dusty old Codex.

Seemingly abandoned by even the college’s librarians themselves, the dusty old tome was written in an ancient language he hadn’t encountered before. Having spent the last two and a half years of his life learning how to decipher ancient languages, Leon thought there was no one more suited to tackling the task.

What started as a mild curiosity quickly turned to obsession. Leon began flunking his classes, paying more attention to his discovery than his actual work tasks. For inside the forgotten codex lay scattered tidbits of information of creatures known as faeries and the realm they inhabited. Of course, every child grew up hearing of faeries in their bedtime tales - but to think such creatures actually existed. Leon eventually deciphered the method in which the Fae Scholars of a long lost civilization used to summon forth faerie companions to aid in battle and learn their elusive fae sorceries.

The first time he attempted to summon a fae didn’t go exactly to plan. He unknowingly unleashed a swarm of malicious pixies into the entire campus. They wreaked havoc for a solid week before the faculty was able to expel them back to where they came - leading them straight to Leon and the Fae Codex. He made up an excuse that the book belonged to his mother and he wished to decipher it as an extracurricular activity. None the wiser to his little expedition to the restricted library, and beaming with praise for the lads’ dedication to his craft, the faculty let him off easy. They warned him not to become too wrapped up in his task and that his actual studies were more important. To his credit, he made a genuine effort to put the codex behind him - but curiosity always got the better of him. After the third incident involving a wayward faerie, Leon was given an ultimatum - hand over the codex or be expelled.

Leon didn’t regret dropping out of university - his fascination with the fae codex and his newfound companions trumped any desire to achieve a tertiary education. Though he was left with a bit of a predicament. He had come to Era in the hopes of preserving Lilothy’s memory by living a life he could be proud of. Returning home would leave him in the exact place he had started. So instead he used the remainder of his savings to acquire travel to Crocus, the last place Patrick had made contact with him from. However that was quite some time ago, and despite his efforts Leon was not able to locate his brother and was instead left homeless without any money. It wasn’t easy to make an honest living in Crocus, but as fate would have it there was one way Leon could continue his studies of fae sorcery and earn a bit of coin to get by - joining a back alley independent guild by the name of Fenixtear. His last month at the guild has started to plant ideas of grandeur in his young mind - Leon Aldehart, fully fledged wizard of Fenixtear. Though he still has quite a ways to go before achieving that dream.

Extra Information

Thalassophobia: Leon has a deep seeded fear of the ocean and other large bodies of water. He becomes quite tense and anxious whenever he is around them and will almost always refuse to go swimming anywhere he can't have his feet firmly planted.

Language Barrier: Leon's Pixies are capable of understanding human speech, but they themselves only speak Fae. Leon has a very basic grasp of the language, but it is impossible for him to ever learn how to speak it himself as the phonetic components cannot be mimicked by human vocal chords.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Interested. Keen to learn more about this new Fiore you've created.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

@Raijinslayer

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No sooner had his ordeal with the formidable Mrs Bloomenburg ended when Kim found himself facing another questioning, though not quite as intimidating, adult - the Guildmaster. He didn’t quite know what to make of Aiden Cross. Sure enough, the man’s deeds spoke loud enough for him. Yet when Kim envisioned the S Class Slayer who took down the infamous Dark Guild, Demon’s Maw, the guildmaster didn’t exactly come to mind. Perhaps if Kim was allowed to attend missions he might one day get the chance to see Aiden in action. Though for the moment he had bigger concerns.

Squirming under Aiden’s gaze, Kim instinctively averted his eyes to the ground and put on a sour pout - a habit he’d picked up over years of being talked down to for some form of mischievous behaviour or another.
“S’nothing. Just a friend of Pa’s” He hesitated to say much more, but knew the guildmaster wouldn’t buy such a flimsy explanation.

“Actually, Mrs Bloomenburg was wondering why I wasn’t at school.” Kim rubbed the back of his head, trying to cover up the awkward tint of red growing on his cheeks. He didn’t expect it to be this hard to talk to Aiden, but the anxiousness of what he might do once the truth came out was extremely unnerving. “Truth is, my old man doesn’t exactly know that I’ve been coming here. I think the old bat is on her way to rat me out.”

Kim slumped forward with a defeated sigh. He slowly peered up at the Guildmaster, expecting to see the disappointment and anger etched upon his face.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

@Raijinslayer

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There was once a time when Kim would at least attempt to slog through his morning classes before ditching school to hang out around the Winter’s Blade guild hall. For the last few months the young boy had been a regular visitor - practically an unofficial member. These days he’d been making a bee-line straight for the Guild the second he left home. He was still dressed in his uniform; grey trousers, white button up shirt with a navy blue sweater. A grey blazer embroidered with the school crest sat in a messy heap on the bench next to him. Seated close to the fireplace, Kim had his books sprawled out in front of him in a vain attempt to get some actual schoolwork done. A hard task to accomplish when one stops attending their classes. He worried his sloppiness would draw the attention of the ever present Serena - who he had assured several times that he was most definitely allowed to be gallivanting around with a bunch of wizards. He wasn’t sure if she actually believed him or was simply far too busy to worry about some random kid.

The ruckass caused by his guildmates in the bitter cold of a White Harbour morning confirmed it was the latter.

In the short time Kim had been present there had already been several drunken brawls, Bjorn received a well deserved armbar for some inappropriate misconduct and Arc delivered some loud announcement about a missing kid. Whitecliffe. The name was familiar. Kim wondered if he knew someone at school with that name. It was highly likely - White Harbour didn’t have a large selection of schools. Either way, he hoped the kid was found soon. Wait, why was Arc posing? He spied the Sorcerer’s Weekly reporter talking with Nia, catching the tail end of Serena’s lecture about all the good a bit of media exposure would do for the Guild.

“You sure she doesn’t secretly work for the asylum? She could be looking to commit a few of you.” He shot a cheeky grin towards Arc. It quickly turned to a look of complete and utter dread when the doors to the guild opened once more and a sickeningly cheerful, and all too familiar, voice chirped at Serena.

“A fine mornin’ to you Winter’s Blade!” Mrs Bloomenburg was the wife of a local fisherman. Short and stout, with her mess of wiry, greying hair tied back into a tight bun and secured with a hairnet. Her face was plump and ever a bright shade of pink. She wore a stained smock over a worn out blouse and ankle length skirt that would please the most devout of nuns with its modesty. In her arm was a wicker basket filled with several jars containing what appeared to be fish heads. Yuck.

Mrs Bloomenburg also happened to be one of Kim’s father’s clients at the law firm, and a renowned gossip among the townsfolk. Nothing ever happened in White Harbour without passing through her ears.

“Serena, love!” Kim nearly smacked his chin into the table with the speed he ducked down, quickly lifting one of his open textbooks to cover his face. Mrs Bloomenburg hustled her way through the guild hall towards Serena, getting uncomfortably close to Kim’s position.
“I brought over a few pints of my famous pickled herring. A little thanks to you and yours for your help with my hubby’s catch last mon-” Her praise was cut short when she noticed a familiar mop of bright pink hair jutting out from behind an upside down trigonometry book. There were only two people in White Harbour that boasted such a hair colour. Mrs Bloomenburg couldn’t help but deduce that if Nia Clavis was standing nearby talking to some lady she didn’t recognise, then this other head of pink hair must belong to -

“Kim Lien! Is that you dear boy?” Kim sighed deeply, slowly lowering the book before shooting the hag his politest smile.
“W-what brings you here Mrs Bloomenburg?”
“Why, I could ask you the same thing.” The fisherman’s wife's forced smile pierced the very depths of Kim’s soul, sending an eerie shiver up his spine. This did not bode well. She eyed the boy up and down before her attention shifted to the grey blazer bundled up beside him.
“Oh, I didn’t realise you attended Whitehill Academy.” A blatant lie. There was only one school in White Harbour. Where else would he attend? “Well, you couldn’t possibly have finished your classes this early now, could you?”

Kim was practically squirming under her knowing gaze. Somehow, amidst the freezing climate of White Harbour, a bead of sweat ran down his temple.
“I uh, well, there were um.” He coughed into his fist. “Parent interviews!” His declaration practically echoed through the hall.
“Parent interviews?” Mrs Bloomenburg repeated coyly.
“Yeah, well, teachers gotta discuss shi- I mean stuff with the parents. School was cancelled today. I’m such a dolt I didn’t remember so I uh, got dressed and headed there only to be turned away.” Kim clicked his tongue and shook his head in feigned disappointment of a missed day of quality learning. Mrs Bloomenburg’s eerie smile persisted.

“Well now that’s strange. I have a son around your age who attends Whitehill Academy and I never received notice of any parent interviews.”
“Shit.” Kim cursed under his breath.
“Come again?” Mrs Bloomenburg grew more smug with each passing second.
“I… uh. Shit.” He was much clearer this time. Mrs Bloomenburg’s carefully crafted visage fell for a moment, allowing a brief scowl to show for only a moment before she regained her composure.
“Well,” She forced another smile, patting off her apron before turning back to Serena. “Well, well, well.”

Mrs Bloomenburg walked up to the bar before gently laying the wicker basket of the putrid pickled herring in front of Serena.
“Lovely to see you as always, dear.” She didn’t afford her even a moment to return the courtesy - for she was now making her exit from the guild hall at a brisk pace that was nothing if not determined. Kim couldn’t stand to watch her eagerly prance away with the forbidden fruit of White Harbour gossip for the day. Instead, he opted to drearily slide his face into the palm of his hands, lowering his head back down to the table with a defeated groan.
“I am so screwed."

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

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>

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Kim Lien

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Kimmie

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Male

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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).