Cherry_Shield

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Enough people post that you start an RP thread with IC, OOC, and character-sheet tabs.

@Foster

Thanks dad.

The Three Kings (High Casual)

Also I have no idea how this newfangled stuff works. Do people post characters sheets here, or do enough people just raise their hand in class then it gets moved to OOC? Damn this was alot simpler five years ago.

The Three Kings (High Casual)

This is the only roleplay I managed to salvage off of the OldRPG that I made. It is by username Cirno (me), and it is over 5 years old. Please excuse any grammatical errors or abnormalities. Let me know if anything needs explained or refined.
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This is a original roleplay idea, thought it is based off videos. I randomly found epic videos over Youtube and decided this is how I wanted a roleplay, so I threw all the videos together and added my own story line to it.

BEFORE YOU CONTINUE, READ THIS!
Though I do not expect over-the-top work, I will ask for at least 3 decent paragraphs per post; I love detail people, so consider this as Advance Casual Roleplay.

Also, GMG= Genetically Modified Girl

I OWN NONE OF THE VIDEOS POSTED IN THE SECTIONS BELOW, I AM SIMPLY USING THEM FOR THE ROLEPLAY. A SPECIAL THANKS TO THE CREATORS OF THESE VIDEOS, ESPECIALLY op0center!!!
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You're running. Why are you running? You can't remember; Adrenaline pumping, too many thoughts surging through your developing mind to think of that right now, but you know it will come back you later. All you know is that they are after you; the ones clad in black, and that the word 'prisoner' is not in their vocabulary.

Go.

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You fall to your knees; You finally got away. Gasping for air as saliva spills out your gaping mouth, you struggle to your feet. Making your way out of the ally, you pull your hood up to hide your appearance. You stare into a rusted newspaper dispenser; 2052 reads the headline of the New York Weekly. Wanted posters and police propaganda plaster the city walls, advertising for the capture of members of government opposition.

Many will fall for these posters and support the government. But you know better, because you are an enemy of the government. You know what they did.

They will pay for it. One way or another.

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The year is 2053, one year after the escape. New York City. Martial law is in effect due the escape of a large group of genetically modified teenage girls. Though the reason behind their creation and escape is a mystery. Some say it was a government super-soldier program gone horribly wrong, or that they experimented with young girls to turn them into 'egg farms' in an attempt to boost the population after the Life 0 super-virus ran through the world 10 years ago, only affecting females and nearly whipping them out. The thing is, no one truly knows why the genetically modified girls fight, not even the girls; Only the fabled Three Kings know why they truly fight. But the military will hunt them until not a single one is left standing. It has been 5 years since the breakout, and the girls still wander, fighting for their lives.

You are one of these girls, and this is your story.

Where are you?:

NYC, USA, YEAR 2052. The cities outer layers are slowly crumbling into ghettos and slums, the middle ring of the city is middle class, and the center of the city is reserved for those who are high class. Police forces are visibly placed in the ghettos and middle class areas, and are still placed in the high class center, but in more discreet ways as to not disturb the 'valuable' citizens. As a genetically modified girl, you tend to stick to the ghettos and slums, occasionally drifting into the middle class area and even the high class if you are experienced enough, but a lot of times you will find that the sewers and dark allies are your most valuable travel points or even homes.

Who Will Fight With You:

The Three Kings
(Alternate Video: Recycles a lot from the first one, but has new parts; Strongly suggesting watching it despite re-used materials.)-
Queens, is a more correct term. The original three genetically modified girls, no one knows their true names and very few have actually ever seen them. Each one is modified to the core, and god-like in the field that they have been advanced in. They are the only ones that truly know the cause of the conflict, and are the hidden leaders of anti-government forces.

The Fist: Armed with massive amounts of weaponry, The Force is the main cannon for the resistance to take out large opposition. She has inhuman strength and body reflexes, and is supposedly bullet proof. The most famous act of her was single handedly taking down an 250 man swat unit, complete with riot gear that was sweeping the streets for signs of anti-government forces, when she simply flew from an ally and opened fire; Non-Strategically destroying the entire force while taking massive amounts of fire onto herself, yet walking away seemingly uninjured from the scene. Many people know what she looks like, being the most publicly feared figure.

The Thinker: Armed with knowledge, The Thinker attacks from afar, never showing herself. Having the brainpower of a super computer, she could easily devise and explosive device from drain cleaner and milk if she was really desperate enough. She has bombs strategically placed through the city on government supplies or places that the forces will meet and simply destroys them. She obtains all her supplies from strategically re-routing government shipments to locations were her helpers pick them up and deliver them to her. She is extremely elusive, and it is said no one has ever laid eyes on her face, instead only meeting with her silhouette overshadowing a dark room.

The Messenger: Armed with her wits and small weaponry, The Messenger strategically assassinates high-ranking government officials. She is extremely agile and responsive, said by some to be able to run as fast as 70 MPH (Unconfirmed). Either sneaking in with a silenced pistol, or snipping from afar, she eliminates the high ranking target and exits the area immediately. She works alone, and no one was ever seen her except the few officials she has executed face to face, and she works alone. There is no place to look for her like you could The Thinker or Fist, and she will leave you a message if you are one of the lucky few that is ever contacted by her. Very little is known about her to the resistance, and even less for the public.

POLTAVA- Based more along the lines of hiding and simply trying to survive. The POLTAVA tend to have more passive personalities and genetic modifications, only looking to survive instead of taking a battle to the endless numbers of government forces. 'Hide, Eat, and hope for another day.' is the motto they live by. The POLTAVA are lightly armed, but masters of hiding and concealing themselves; They have vast information centers and are defensive based, a lot of times intelligence being their strong point. Due to their hiding nature, they cannot obtain extremely heavy weaponry to fight back, but use their knowledge to evade government forces and stay hidden.

NARVA: PSEUDO OFFENC- Based more along the lines of exterminating governmental forces and rebelling. The NARVA tend to have more aggressive abilities and genetic modifications, taking up every opportunity (Providing they will be able to make it out alive) to destroy government forces. 'They did this to us; Time for them to pay.' is the motto they kill by. The NARVA are often heavily armed and can get almost any gun they want through their advanced smuggling systems, but tend to have an extreme lack of information; Never being able to coordinate attacks on large forces due to lack of brain power [They are smart as your average girls].

One does not have to be affiliated with a faction, and some will wander alone or in small groups; But strength is in numbers.

Those Who Will Harm You

The Government- Brutal and ruthless, they bring a new meaning to brutality. No riots, uprising, or even peaceful protests happen in New York anymore, because they will instantly be disposed of using lethal force. Martial Law is in effect in New York, so the military, swat, air force, you name it, it is stationed in the city, even tanks on some streets. The forces are broken into the Swat/Army, and the little known Seekers.

The Military/SWAT Forces: Brutal and unforgiving, these forces will go in in numbers and crush opposition. Armed in standard gear, they will either travel in squads or line the streets in the hundreds looking for girls. A squad head on without cover could easily wipe out a girl, but if the girl plays her cards right and hits them hard or takes them out one by one as they split up, they can be taken down. The street-sweeping squads require heavy weaponry and lots of girls to take down.
The Seekers:No one knows who they are, or 'what' they are, let alone if they are even human. The seekers are only deployed when the location of a highly-valued girl is establish. They are fast, brutal, and will kill without allowing someone to get in their fabled last words or even thoughts. They can run extremely fast and take massive amounts of damage. One oddity about them is that they cannot use anything that requires climbing (Rocks, Stairs, Ladders, ect.) But if a girl thinks she can escape by abusing this they are wrong; The seekers quickly and ALWAYS find an alternate route to reach their victims. 90% of the time if they are after you, you are going to die. They have highly advanced weaponry and armor only seen in their use. The sounds they emit do not seem to form words.

When Did Your Change Happen?

A King- You are one of the lucky three girls to survive experimental trials with massive amounts of injections. You led the breakout force and where ruthless against the government in your way. You powers are fables, myths, and legends. Only you know why you where truly in the labs. (Currently UNPLAYABLE)

Test Subject- You are one of the later experimental subjects, pumped with the injections and lucky to survive. You escaped to the outside world with the victims waiting to be tested on with chemicals to distribute to them. Your are quiet powerful, and are usually more relied upon in your rankings of your faction [If Any]. You where kept under anesthesia for most of the time you where in the lab, so you remember nothing of your stay their or a week before it, but your old life is crystal clear; Though you cannot go back to it now. (Only people who have great apps or that I know I can trust will be able to be one of these)

Leaf- You are one of the originally un-altered girls that escaped the labs with the help of The Kings and Test Subjects. The government still wanted you dead for some reason though, so you willingly allowed the Test Subjects to alter your DNA with the injections. Due to the girls having no chemical science experience what so ever, they where only able to give you low doses of chemicals to ensure your survival. You powers are still great, but they are no match for Test Subjects. (Open to all).

Enhancements-
They cannot give the girls super-hero like powers such as flying/creating forcefields/magnetic fields, they can only enhance things that the human body can currently achieve.

I.E. Somethings not ok: Flying, Magnetic fields, spitting acid, morphing.

I.E. Somethings that are ok:

Humans can withstand bone-breakage pretty well; This could be an enhancements so that the girls could jump off 4 story tall buildings and roll out of it without even cracking the bone.

Humans can run at decent speeds; Ussualy around 10 MPH; This could be an enhancement of the ligaments, tendons, and muscles in the legs allowing achievable speeds of 30mph+

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RULES:
1. I am the OP. What I say goes.
2. Any fights/pvp will be decided by me if an argument comes into play.
3. Romance? Hell yeah! But of course, keep it PG-13 (As the forum requires). Once the hand starts schlicking or groping, it's time to fade out. Providing you can find a mate, of course [And be at least 15 if you want to go there!]
4. Be realistic; You are not going to headshot everything, and you will not gun-ho an entire SWAT squad without cover or tactics. You will die humiliatingly if you do.
5. Profanity, I don't care. Just don't abuse the privilege.
6. Post at least every 2 days. I'm not a post nazi, and will make exceptions for life events (Because we all have lives), but not repeated exceptions. 2 day max, but posting at a faster bpace is welcome, but remember; Quality, not speed.
7. I reserve to add any rules as I see fit, no matter how insane.
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CS: (If you want to make an amazing app, go ahead; I just want a moderate one. Though it could determine the class I allow you to have)

Keep in mind it is the year 2052. I will allow Semi-Futuristic weapons/clothing/ect.

Each girl has 2 traits that where significantly enhanced when they where altered. They will always pair each other (I.E. You cannot be a walking muscle force but be incredibly inteligent), and some have downsides [Handicaps you choose to give your person]/

Name:
Sex: (For the sake of my sanity, ONLY female teenage girls are GMG's, and for citizens I will only be allowing males.)
Age: (GMG's will range from 12-17)
Experiment Tier: (Test Subject, Leaf). (GMG ONLY)
Enhanced Trait 1: (GMG ONLY)
Enhanced Trait 1 Downside: (If Any, GMG ONLY)
Enhanced Trait 2: (GMG ONLY)
Enhanced Trait 2 Downside: (If Any, GMG ONLY)
Faction: (Put respective faction; You can be a citizen if you want to help out or go into a relationship with a girl.)
Appearance: (Pics work fine, but if you do use one put a small desc. in such as height, weight, any distinct features)
Clothing: (Put 'See appear' or 'see pic' if it is the same as above)
Personality:
Weapons: (If Any)
Equipment:
Bio:

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I think that's all...

Mecha Carta Institute

He didn't see it, did he? While it was no secret the school of Mecha Carta was one of the newest, most forthcoming havens of magic in the kingdom, Rose tried her best to hide her powers. Even though exposing them for practice and class would be inevitable, she remained cautious. Everything her grandmother had told her was coming true; her powers were that of which no one outside of her bloodline possessed. While summoning fire was an every day occurrence for mages, she feared causing an item to instantaneously vanish from existence would be seen as demonic; especially for someone with a minimal understanding of magic such as a pilot.

Taking a deep breath, Rose's shawl moved ever so slightly from her slim chest. Cautiously, her thin frame pivoted to meet her greeter. The man towered over her by several inches, and and his stature was that of nearly twice her size. His athleticism gave him a refined, older look; though Rose could tell under the sharp lines of his jaw he was quiet young. H-He looks like he means business. The heavy fabric of her dress shifted as she took a step back; a silent transition as her well-worn leather soles drifted upon the granite. The fragile girl glanced over her shoulder to ensure her retreat was clear, wishing to avoid another mishap.

'(S-Sorry)' her lips enunciated. Raising a tender hand to her neck, Rose checked to ensure the scarf covering her ghastly scar was still in place. Her eyes darted back and forth, only daring to maintain eye contact for a moment. '(My n-name-)' she lipped, using her hands to draw a picture of a flower with magnificent petals before signaling to her wine colored bonnet; '(is Rose.)'

Her head craned, gazing to see if she could afford another step back, planing her escape. Her movement revealed a small portion of the dark, jagged valley across her soft neck. Circling towards the man, she mouthed timidly, '(I-I'll go...)'

Mecha Carta Institute

"...provided by the government will need to see me before class tomorrow morning."

As the last words slipped from Commander Slin's mouth, Rose watched quietly as the group of students departed, nearly hidden behind one of the Institute's support pillars. Everyone here is so young, she thought. Discerning pilot from mage was of little challenge; The pilots carried themselves differently from the mages. Cocky, arrogant to some; there was something about a pilot that was divergent, so young yet they carried themselves like they were ready to take on the world, not stopping to think about the repercussions. A dangerous way to live.

Gazing at the empty courtyard; minus a few lingering conversations, the pale girl halted for a moment to take in the Institute. It seemed like just yesterday she had left home. She could still hear the simmering of stew, feel the heat of the heart, bask in intoxicating smell of lamb and barley permeating the air. The Mecha Carta was... different. The floors were polished to the point of reflection. The air was sterile and without dust or pollen. There was no crows calling off in the distance, just the gentle humming of incandescent bulbs overhead. The sensation was overwhelming, yet Rose did not mind. Something about the calm and order of the situation granted her much needed rest from the transient life. Best capitalize on it while it lasts, Rose mused, turning to head for the library.

Rose drifted through the halls of the library. The library was a strange mix between old and new; some rows lined with old books, others with cases, filled with receptacles for data chits for use in hand held readers. I should probably study some casting articulation techniques... Rose debated, ...but a good cook book sounds appealing. Floating through the halls on her leather shoes, Rose rounded the corner of a towering bookcase, nearly colliding with a man clad in denim and leather, a peculiar black object on his arm outstretched for a book. Panicked, Rose attempted to flee, stumbling backwards into a waist high marble column, knocking off an ornate vase.

No! Rose's mind scrambled as the vase raced towards the floor. Instinctively her slim hand extended, her mangled fingers extended towards the floor as if she was signaling for a small animal to halt. Instantaneously the floor of the library fissured, a strange swirling void appearing from the polished granite. Into the void the vase vanished, appearing less than a moment later in Rose's raised hand, another dimensional anomaly resting less than a meter above her leather glove. Swiftly Rose shifted her stance, setting the vase down on the pillar before sliding in an elegantly panicked fashion to the next isle of books, pressing her back up against the end on the shelving. Maybe he didn't see me, she hoped, frozen in the isle, her pale face flushed with embarrassment.

[@Plank Sinatra]

Mecha Carta Institute

Rose Raventhorn

Reference Picture

Name:
Rose Raventhorn

Military codename:
TBD

Gender:
Female

Age:
27

Appearance:
Rose has a small, meek frame. She would be unnoticeable if it wasn't for her cotton white hair, a genetic anomaly of her family. Her face is ghastly white, one might think she was sick if it wasn't for the soft, yet refined edges of her nearly always serious expression, tinged with a hint of gloom. She has an acute nose, with ivory lips an well kept brows. Her head is always adorned with a bonnet or hat in an attempt to hide her hair and face.

Resting upon her neck is a near permanent scarf, to hide the more permanent deformation; A jagged purple and black scar across her throat. Thick clothing drapes her silhouette of a body, and even with several layers of dress she is still paper thin. Gloves cover her hands in an attempt to hide her mangled fingers. Overall her appearance is quaint, the symbolism of her giving up her search for a suitor, leaving her as forgettable if it weren't for her unique figure and features.

Personality:


'......' : Rose

Rose is difficult to understand. Many find her intriguing from the heir of her family's history. Most find her eerie, bidding to keep their distance from the 'doll girl'. And more often than not she is found as annoying, leading to her being verbally bashed from her silence.

Overall Rose enjoy's acting as an observer, hoping to be forgotten until needed. She will stand idly by during instructions or a conversation, only being noticed when the group has disbanded, staring awkwardly into the mass of people. When it is time to communicate, she shyly uses one or two syllable mouth gestures, combined with minimal hand movements. This allows her to get her point across without too much social interaction.

Though meek, Rose has an explosive temper. While rarely angered, when teased about her lack of a love life (or any social life at all), or at the inclination of her failing at something, Rose become unstable, either breaking down if taunted by a group, or by an unstable, violent outburst (physically she is seldom successful, her bouts of power instability make her an environmental hazard).

Biography:
Growing up on a farm was tough, especially in a clan where she was expected to do great things. All of the females on Rose's mother's side of the family adorn a rare genetic defect; Nearly devoiding them of all physical pigment, but granting them the unique skill of amplified magic in the form of dimensional manipulation. This destined her mother, and her mother before her, et all to become great tools of the King. Saboteurs, assassins, the titles were as numerous as the lives saved by her ancestors service to the King. It was even rumored by her grandmother that once some members of her lineage had mastered their magic to the point that they could not only enter the void; they could exit at a different location and take others with them.

Most of what Rose knew from her family couldn't be discerned from truth or falsehood. What she was told was fleeting memories from her grandmother when she was a child. Other bits of information she grabbed from her family history book, stating her lineage had a great relation through 'serving the King' as 'special informants and loyalists'. The only direct line of information she received was from her mother, saying when she was 18, she would be sent off to a 'special school' that she may 'better serve her people'. All the stories ceased at the grim age of 14.

Out helping her father harvest the crops, Rose had a tragic accident with a combine. Leaving her a hideous scar across her throat, mangled hands and presumably mute, her life took a tragic turn for the worse. Though her hands mostly recovered, her mother refused to speak directly to her, calling her a 'disgrace', telling her that the only hope she'd ever have is to marry to a wealthy man. For the next 6 years, Rose did everything within her power to court a male, failing on every occasion.

By age 20 (the upper end of acceptable marriage age within her clan), she had given up hope, and had taken on the position of elder maid, caring for those who would soon come to pass in her family. For seven years she held this position until the burden became too much. One night during an argument with her irate mother, the pressure within Rose's mind began to build until something happened. Her expression went blank, and suddenly a rift appeared, engulfing a retaining wall near her home. Unknowing of this fact, her mother continued to berate her until the wall came unleashed through the rift, launching through one of the family barns, destroying the support pillars and killing the livestock inside.

Disgraced and cast out from her family, Rose wandered the neighboring villages, trying to figure out what had happened. Was this the power her grandmother had hinted at? Determined to find out more, she headed towards the signs for the King's Mecha Carta institute, eager to help refine her power and find a new calling in life.

Military Job:
Mage

Magic:
Flat-Space/3rd-Dimensional Pocketing Magic

In Rose's bloodline runs a unique form of magic, the key to her bloodline's success in the King's Royal Mage Corps before the advent of mechs. This form of magic allows for the storage and retrieval of objects from an undetermined dimension. Simple enough at first, this form of magic has several uses. It allows for stealthy entrances, removing a locked door from a path to slip into a corridor as guards pass by. For demolition based espionage through use of her magic beacons: Leaving a beacon at the bottom of support columns, then activating them when at a safe distance through psionic command. This devours the bottom of the pillars away from a structure, causing an instantaneous demolition.

But, her powers are not only that of a saboteur. Items stored in the mysterious dimension can be recalled at a moments notice. Large sections of support columns can be ushered back into the battlefield, providing cover for her squad mates or a large throwing projectile for allied mechs. Also, some weapons, armor and other aid supplies can be recalled from the void, provided much needed supplies in the heat of battle.

The key to the flat-space magic is the user's mind. Items, even if on a large scale, such as boulders, can be recalled and stored with ease. It is simple rock, with nothing of significant value to remember. Large or complex weapons, kits, or other items however are a problem to the untrained caster. Due to the fact the caster's subconscious has to remember and store the pattern and makeup from every gear, spring and bolt to pull the weapon back from the void as a functioning object. This makes storing of several complex weapons, or large items such as canons a tremendous mental task only capable of a seasoned caster. Overloading of the caster's subconscious can cause a rip in the dimensional containment, causing everything but the most basic of items such as steel and rock to be consumed and destroyed. Rarely, if a caster is put under extreme duress, a mental containment slip can occur, causing instantaneous displacement or placement of objects in the immediate vicinity, which can lead great danger in combat scenarios.

The magic is operated in two ways. For direct removals, somatic magic is used, 'bending' reality around the object, sucking it into the portal. This is mostly used for objects, but can be used on enemy combatants, but it is much more difficult on moving targets. Secondly, psionic triggers can be used to detonate the beacons she leaves to suck the targets into the warp. Extreme anger or fear can amplify her psionic abilities, and, though unstable, can directly absorb small grounds of enemies into the void. Organic beings brought into the void are destroyed and cannot return.

Spirit Name:
????
(Refereed as her 'Family Artifact')

Spirit Appearance:
Akin to a human heart, it is made from synthetic fibers and gears. Beats ever so softly when in use. When held, illegible whispers of unknown origins are heard in the back of the bearers mind. Most cannot stand to hold it for more than a few seconds, claiming the voices crawl through their minds as if they were real.

Spirit Power:
Allows for the possession of enemy combatants, human or daemonic. For a minimal sacrifice of Rose's health, the artifact is used to read the mind of nearby enemy combatants. For a larger wound toward's Rose's well being, the daemonic being or human can be controlled; aiding Rose in combat or leading her to a desired location. Her artifact cannot be activated by members outside of her family, but it is rumored that daemons may use it with no ill effect. The power of the artifact may only affect those with evil intentions; No good natured being or friend of Rose may be affected. Most sacrificial injuries are internal.

Spirit Origin:
Rose's grandmother never revealed to her where the artifact came from, nor what it's ultimate purpose was. Some of the rumors in her family book point to it being a daemonic artifact. Others point it to being a godly artifact, given to her family during ancient trials many years ago. Still rumors in the novel persist it is man made, a gift to her ancestors by a past king for use during their service.

Weapons:

Beacons

Magic 'beacons' left for her subconscious to signal her magic to adsorb a given area. A small pebble engraved with runes.

Crossbow

A revolving crossbow of 12 shots. Auto-cocking and semi automatic, capable of rapid fire. Has drop-out cartridges for easy reloads. Ammunition is streamlined crossbow darts; fly fast, hit hard, designed to splinter upon impact for near instantaneous lethality. Low recoil, small design; bow arms can be folded inwards for stealthy concealment.

Stiletto Knife

A stiletto knife kept in her boot. Quick, silent, tasteful.

Extra:
Well Natured
While directly shy towards groups, Rose can open up to individuals in need. Never finding a suitor to marry meant Rose became the primary caretaker of her family's elders, 'a shameful, but useful' position as viewed by her mother. Rose has a soft, delicate touch able to calm those under extreme duress. Growing up on a farm means that she can adapt even scavenged wild plants and meats into a dish worth dying for. Wile not capable of mending extreme injuries, ailments such as lacerations, fever, and allergic reactions can be treated easily by her as long as supplies are available. And, if you just need a shoulder to lean on, Rose would be happy to oblige; She promises she won't say a peep.

STEEL SALVATION

Mecha Carta Institute

Let me start out by saying hello. It's been a very, very long time since I have roleplayed. I was on the old RPG, and usually posted in the advanced and casual boards. I tried to come back a few years ago, but the news of loosing all my past work was just too much, so I receded. But roleplay has always been something I've used to get my mind off tough times, and times are very tough right now. So I figured I'd come back and give it a shot. My grammar and spelling is a lot rustier than it used to be, but hopefully I can bring it back up to speed relatively quickly, but I apologize for anything rough in this app. I hope you can be a little lenient with an old veteran trying to regain their ways (especially with this new system). So, without further ado, I figured I'd add a mage to all these mech pilots!

Rose Raventhorn

Reference Picture

Name:
Rose Raventhorn

Military codename:
TBD

Gender:
Female

Age:
27

Appearance:
Rose has a small, meek frame. She would be unnoticeable if it wasn't for her cotton white hair, a genetic anomaly of her family. Her face is ghastly white, one might think she was sick if it wasn't for the soft, yet refined edges of her nearly always serious expression, tinged with a hint of gloom. She has an acute nose, with ivory lips an well kept brows. Her head is always adorned with a bonnet or hat in an attempt to hide her hair and face.

Resting upon her neck is a near permanent scarf, to hide the more permanent deformation; A jagged purple and black scar across her throat. Thick clothing drapes her silhouette of a body, and even with several layers of dress she is still paper thin. Gloves cover her hands in an attempt to hide her mangled fingers. Overall her appearance is quaint, the symbolism of her giving up her search for a suitor, leaving her as forgettable if it weren't for her unique figure and features.

Personality:

'......' : Rose

Rose is difficult to understand. Many find her intriguing from the heir of her family's history. Most find her eerie, bidding to keep their distance from the 'doll girl'. And more often than not she is found as annoying, leading to her being verbally bashed from her silence.

Overall Rose enjoy's acting as an observer, hoping to be forgotten until needed. She will stand idly by during instructions or a conversation, only being noticed when the group has disbanded, staring awkwardly into the mass of people. When it is time to communicate, she shyly uses one or two syllable mouth gestures, combined with minimal hand movements. This allows her to get her point across without too much social interaction.

Though meek, Rose has an explosive temper. While rarely angered, when teased about her lack of a love life (or any social life at all), or at the inclination of her failing at something, Rose become unstable, either breaking down if taunted by a group, or by an unstable, violent outburst (physically she is seldom successful, her bouts of power instability make her an environmental hazard).

Biography:
Growing up on a farm was tough, especially in a clan where she was expected to do great things. All of the females on Rose's mother's side of the family adorn a rare genetic defect; Nearly devoiding them of all physical pigment, but granting them the unique skill of amplified magic in the form of dimensional manipulation. This destined her mother, and her mother before her, et all to become great tools of the King. Saboteurs, assassins, the titles were as numerous as the lives saved by her ancestors service to the King. It was even rumored by her grandmother that once some members of her lineage had mastered their magic to the point that they could not only enter the void; they could exit at a different location and take others with them.

Most of what Rose knew from her family couldn't be discerned from truth or falsehood. What she was told was fleeting memories from her grandmother when she was a child. Other bits of information she grabbed from her family history book, stating her lineage had a great relation through 'serving the King' as 'special informants and loyalists'. The only direct line of information she received was from her mother, saying when she was 18, she would be sent off to a 'special school' that she may 'better serve her people'. All the stories ceased at the grim age of 14.

Out helping her father harvest the crops, Rose had a tragic accident with a combine. Leaving her a hideous scar across her throat, mangled hands and presumably mute, her life took a tragic turn for the worse. Though her hands mostly recovered, her mother refused to speak directly to her, calling her a 'disgrace', telling her that the only hope she'd ever have is to marry to a wealthy man. For the next 6 years, Rose did everything within her power to court a male, failing on every occasion.

By age 20 (the upper end of acceptable marriage age within her clan), she had given up hope, and had taken on the position of elder maid, caring for those who would soon come to pass in her family. For seven years she held this position until the burden became too much. One night during an argument with her irate mother, the pressure within Rose's mind began to build until something happened. Her expression went blank, and suddenly a rift appeared, engulfing a retaining wall near her home. Unknowing of this fact, her mother continued to berate her until the wall came unleashed through the rift, launching through one of the family barns, destroying the support pillars and killing the livestock inside.

Disgraced and cast out from her family, Rose wandered the neighboring villages, trying to figure out what had happened. Was this the power her grandmother had hinted at? Determined to find out more, she headed towards the signs for the King's Mecha Carta institute, eager to help refine her power and find a new calling in life.

Military Job:
Mage

Magic:
Flat-Space/3rd-Dimensional Pocketing Magic

In Rose's bloodline runs a unique form of magic, the key to her bloodline's success in the King's Royal Mage Corps before the advent of mechs. This form of magic allows for the storage and retrieval of objects from an undetermined dimension. Simple enough at first, this form of magic has several uses. It allows for stealthy entrances, removing a locked door from a path to slip into a corridor as guards pass by. For demolition based espionage through use of her magic beacons: Leaving a beacon at the bottom of support columns, then activating them when at a safe distance through psionic command. This devours the bottom of the pillars away from a structure, causing an instantaneous demolition.

But, her powers are not only that of a saboteur. Items stored in the mysterious dimension can be recalled at a moments notice. Large sections of support columns can be ushered back into the battlefield, providing cover for her squad mates or a large throwing projectile for allied mechs. Also, some weapons, armor and other aid supplies can be recalled from the void, provided much needed supplies in the heat of battle.

The key to the flat-space magic is the user's mind. Items, even if on a large scale, such as boulders, can be recalled and stored with ease. It is simple rock, with nothing of significant value to remember. Large or complex weapons, kits, or other items however are a problem to the untrained caster. Due to the fact the caster's subconscious has to remember and store the pattern and makeup from every gear, spring and bolt to pull the weapon back from the void as a functioning object. This makes storing of several complex weapons, or large items such as canons a tremendous mental task only capable of a seasoned caster. Overloading of the caster's subconscious can cause a rip in the dimensional containment, causing everything but the most basic of items such as steel and rock to be consumed and destroyed. Rarely, if a caster is put under extreme duress, a mental containment slip can occur, causing instantaneous displacement or placement of objects in the immediate vicinity, which can lead great danger in combat scenarios.

The magic is operated in two ways. For direct removals, somatic magic is used, 'bending' reality around the object, sucking it into the portal. This is mostly used for objects, but can be used on enemy combatants, but it is much more difficult on moving targets. Secondly, psionic triggers can be used to detonate the beacons she leaves to suck the targets into the warp. Extreme anger or fear can amplify her psionic abilities, and, though unstable, can directly absorb small grounds of enemies into the void. Organic beings brought into the void are destroyed and cannot return.

Spirit Name:
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(Refereed as her 'Family Artifact')

Spirit Appearance:
Akin to a human heart, it is made from synthetic fibers and gears. Beats ever so softly when in use. When held, illegible whispers of unknown origins are heard in the back of the bearers mind. Most cannot stand to hold it for more than a few seconds, claiming the voices crawl through their minds as if they were real.

Spirit Power:
Allows for the possession of enemy combatants, human or daemonic. For a minimal sacrifice of Rose's health, the artifact is used to read the mind of nearby enemy combatants. For a larger wound toward's Rose's well being, the daemonic being or human can be controlled; aiding Rose in combat or leading her to a desired location. Her artifact cannot be activated by members outside of her family, but it is rumored that daemons may use it with no ill effect. The power of the artifact may only affect those with evil intentions; No good natured being or friend of Rose may be affected. Most sacrificial injuries are internal.

Spirit Origin:
Rose's grandmother never revealed to her where the artifact came from, nor what it's ultimate purpose was. Some of the rumors in her family book point to it being a daemonic artifact. Others point it to being a godly artifact, given to her family during ancient trials many years ago. Still rumors in the novel persist it is man made, a gift to her ancestors by a past king for use during their service.

Weapons:

Beacons

Magic 'beacons' left for her subconscious to signal her magic to adsorb a given area. A small pebble engraved with runes.

Crossbow

A revolving crossbow of 12 shots. Auto-cocking and semi automatic, capable of rapid fire. Has drop-out cartridges for easy reloads. Ammunition is streamlined crossbow darts; fly fast, hit hard, designed to splinter upon impact for near instantaneous lethality. Low recoil, small design; bow arms can be folded inwards for stealthy concealment.

Stiletto Knife

A stiletto knife kept in her boot. Quick, silent, tasteful.

Extra:
Well Natured
While directly shy towards groups, Rose can open up to individuals in need. Never finding a suitor to marry meant Rose became the primary caretaker of her family's elders, 'a shameful, but useful' position as viewed by her mother. Rose has a soft, delicate touch able to calm those under extreme duress. Growing up on a farm means that she can adapt even scavenged wild plants and meats into a dish worth dying for. Wile not capable of mending extreme injuries, ailments such as lacerations, fever, and allergic reactions can be treated easily by her as long as supplies are available. And, if you just need a shoulder to lean on, Rose would be happy to oblige; She promises she won't say a peep.

STEEL SALVATION

The Old Ice Queen

Well, this might be the only post I ever make on this new site, but I might as well post it.

For anyone who remembers me, I'm Cirno for from the old RPG. I wouldn't be surprised if no one remembers me, because I've been on a practically three year hiatus from this site. Really the only times I've been back were to reminisce on my writings, looking back on the good times.

Evidently this site got wiped a little bit back. It's like a piece of me is missing now. All the time spent writing, all the creativity gone. I used to be an writing titan and now my skills have deteriorated so much it's painful to read. I can't even look back on the legacy and the past I had written now. It's like a piece of me has been taken away and isn't coming back. I would write elaborate posts that even I was surprised I could crank out, with detail that would make an average writer flush with envy.

But, over the years as I have left high-school and moved into college, my lack of regular English classes has tarnished my writing to an unrecognizable state of decay. This, combined with the fact I am becoming a mechanic (our language is primarily composed of swear words), means my writing skill is gone and may never return. Literally the only reason I came on this website today was to read some of my old posts. Now, seeing what has transpired i don't think that'll happen.

So, for anyone who may remember me, feel free to say hi. However, to most of you this is probably just another post you're reading of a user grieving over their lost posts. Though this wasn't just a lost post for me, this is a piece of my history lost that I will never get back, the history of my great writings gone forever.

Though I may stick around and read a few threads, perhaps something out there will catch my interest and give a bit of new life to this old dog. Maybe I can learn some new tricks.