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The silver haired boy watched Cecilia from a nearby pockmark within the ruined wall, balanced with one foot on a broken statue and another on a crumbled archway, both leaning over the breathless height. Ciel admired Cecilia's grace through the air, having confidence enough to mark her final jump with a flamboyant flair. It was a wonder why Vinians didn't practice such mobility magic, when every time one wished to have a drink they would have to traverse cliffs, smoothed bare by relentless sea wind. Perhaps they had just adopted to it, ingraining climbing into instinct and no longer needing arcane assistance to know to take advantage of every crevice, every dent, every ledge to make their daily ascent and descent.

And the fact that Ciel barely weighted much let him easy access to much of the tower wall, which was much more inviting to climb than the usual cliffs. He stopped occasionally to circle around the tower, making sure that the bard and his group wasn't secretly circling their way back, then resuming his skips and jumps across exposed fortifications to his perch just above the hole. His tattered cloth fluttered as Ciel gingerly tested the integrity of the crystalline structures above him. Crystals were getting a lot denser at the top, although that didn't stop Ciel from trying to route out a path further above the hole, all the way to the top.

There was a very good reason for why Ciel was trying hard to earn his keep.
Ciel was given cookies.
Cookies.
It was beyond a luxury within the city walls, and was regarded as a fantasy to even the most opulent syndicates. Merchants carrying them wisely skirted the city proximities, and a gold coin spent on getting expendable luxury was better off accuring arms and food. Ciel once heard a joke about cookies being the best measure of popular support, though at the time he didn't really understand what cookies were.
And now there was one safely, dearly tucked away in his bindle.
If there was a reason to stick to this group in particular, he would no longer have to look further. If Ciel was going to thank Cecilia for the grant, it would be through his actions.
But what is C.L makes....a big titty police girl to replace big titty elf lady?


Name her Seras Victoria and we just need a sarcastic vampire to complete the cast

Definitely not Atalanta from F/GO
Pretend that the bird in the background is an owl, because Olas would get sad if you call him an eagle.

Name: Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph
Weapon: Bow and Arrows
Combat Orientation: Balanced

Element:
Primary:
Given by GM. Your character will have significantly higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements
Wind - The ever-changing and ever-shifting element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on speed. Has many utility and attack skill and spell.


Secondary:

Light - Having an all-embracing property, it specializes on wide-spread effects, be it healing or damaging. A very well-balanced element in terms of offense-defense-support spell / skill availability.
Water - The source of all life. It specializes in support and healing department, though some offensive spells are available.


Skills:
Innate:
- Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize your weapon of choice at will
- Superior Dexterity: Your character starts with increased accuracy and skill with weapon handling, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats
- Superior Strength: Your character starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats
- Blessing of the Forest King: When outside of battle, the energy "Olas of the Forest" exudes will repair the damages done to your physical body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time.


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[indent] Tier 1:
- Superior Agility: Your character starts with increased flexibility and maneuverability, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats
- Target Definition: Once Gael spots a target, she is able to track it through obstacles such as darkness, magic barriers or invisibility. They are represented as sillouttes with white lines to track their movement since they were last seen. Wears off if Gael does not continue to track their movements.[/b]
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Gonna spoil the shit outta Ciel and then dress him up in twelve pounds of frilly fabric.


B-but he's supposed to be a sneaky assassin!
With a touch of Olas' talons, a mark wrote itself upon the shadow's forehead. A sigil of a owl diving from the skies, wings stretched in sharp, sweeping lines shone brightly as powerful funnels of wind whipped up around the Puppet. Wind, undefined, untenable yet with perfect focus carved form and definition into the shadows that the Puppet took for a body. Skin and sinew emerged from below the surface, with a pinkish tint as blood poured into the veins. Oh, and a plenty of green hair that slapped the Puppet's face as the tornado that surrounded it died down.

No, 'it' wasn't the proper pronoun was it? Not anymore, as the shadows left a parting gift of an evanescent memory, a dying scrap that the Puppet now held unto.
"Gael." She said. She repeated the foreign word, now familiar. "Gael, huh."
'Gael' furrowed her brow. "Wait, Gael?! As in gale? Gale Gael?" She looked accusingly toward Olas, trying to find someone to pin the blame for the sheer lack of originality. Then again, he didn't know her before she met him either.

Figures. Maybe her past self (if she had one), had a terrible sense of humor or had terrible luck. The common denominator being 'terrible'. But well, Gael, with all its dramatic irony, was short and simple. She bargained there was some virtue in that. "Gael it is." She said, puffing away strands of hair that still clung to her face.

Gael took note of her body, at first getting weirded out by the amount of sensations that now flowed from the more receptive skin, but merrily spinning about as her mind understood how to tune them out. She was clothed, thankfully, with a tidily sewn short tunic. It was lined with pragmatic straps of leather that gave the clothes sturdiness against duress, studded with stubby tacks that held pouches and rings for clips together. The inside was lined with furs and feathers to help keep warm (which was immediately useful against the wind she could now feel much more sharply), along with a slightly weighted hood. There were basic patterns that seemed like they were kneaded and inscribed by hand, making basic shapes of flowers and geometry. The matching set of breeches had a hole at the back to let her tail, roughly pruned, to waver behind. Whoever made it was clearly an amateur that poured in way too much effort, but Gael at least appreciated the thought. The owl sigil that was imprinted in her boots and fingerless gloves were given especially intense detail, however, with even the details of the feathers stamped out.

Her actual body was thin but toned with muscles, the kind that came not through training, but consistent habit. There were a few minor scratches here and there, perhaps from fights against struggling wildlife, but besides those, Gael's tanned skin was intact. Her hair reached the length of her tunic, or would have, if it was left to flow instead of being tied up in a pragmatic bun. Her pointy ears, attentively twitching, was sitting squarely on top of her head. And the best part - she wasn't missing any limbs! Well, she probably should have expected that, but considering how fast she cut herself with the arrow back in the void, she wasn't leaving any guesses up. Gael pulled and stretched her face, puffing up her cheeks and sticking out her tongue, testing her face's functions. She did find out that eyelids weren't supposed to be pulled out that far, though.

Gael realized the two moons that watched her from above, and beamed back at the owl king. She was pretty impartial at first, especially with her remarkably unremarkable name - but man, she did look pretty sweet with all this gear. "Well, now I certainly look the part, don't I?"
Sorry, something just came up IRL and I don't think I can faithfully take on this RP as of yet. Maybe when stuff clears up I will have time but for now I might have to hold off.
<<OOC: 'It' will henceforth be addressed as 'Puppet', to make the writing feel a bit more clear.>>

Puppet of the Bow
An impressed smile spread wide across the Puppet's face. It had barely become accustomed to its own existence (or perhaps re-accustomed, from the way Olas spoke), but it already had a giant owl as its summon? The Puppet felt like it been suddenly catapulted way up to a kingly status, although considering Olas and itself was present, the Puppet didn't really know what to compare to. A welcome surprise, one the Puppet would be sure not to miss. The Puppet puffed up like a baby bird proud of its first catch, although having literally done nothing but walk in the woods for a bit to earn this.

The Puppet had certainly taken a liking to this Olas. For some reason, there was a tiny corner of the Puppet's mind that expected the King to huff up in an up-nosed snobbishness, what with the horns framing the sky as if to mantle the heavens itself upon their crown. But the Puppet picked up on the shift in the King's speech mannerism as the King came down to the ground in front of it. Turns out the King was a straight fellow, huh? Maybe the Puppet lucked out by meeting someone like Olas, because it certainly wouldn't have known to react against someone much less inclined.

"Alright! I'm certainly chuffed to meet you, Olas!" The Puppet didn't (or really couldn't) hide its enthusiasm. "Trial sounds fun. I'm ready for whatever you throw at me!" The Puppet slung its bow and arrow, stretching a little to warm itself up. Let's earn its keep, yeah? As the King said, make it official and such.
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