Eisenhorn

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

"Just like that, the perks of being a legend it seems."

Rolan's remark was to no one in particular, thinking out loud as they began moving again, this time right for the castle. No acknowledgement, not even a stated word, simply breezed through like they owned the place. Given the reputation and capabilities of the legendary knights, well, that may not necessarily be a far fetched statement to consider. There wouldn't have been much else to say if it wasn't for the fact that, it seemed, Randon had taken a very intensive interest in Fionn, of all people. For his initial credit, Fionn seemed to be making a pointed effort to ignore the intense focus, but then that all fell apart rather abruptly. Temper mildly frayed, he seemed to become incredibly interested in finding wherever this so called tear or hole was that held his attention. Rolan doubted it had anything to do with the state of the clothing, more a matter of who it was on. At least Fleuri was not making a fool of himself, making an agreeing statement and not promptly engaging in turning himself in circles like a dog looking for his own tail.

Of course at that point Florian decided to return with the Prince Erion, something that was given away by two key details. The obvious was the dragonscale cloak, something of a myth in and of itself by the time of the current Iron Roses. It was kind of hard for someone to forge anything out of dragon parts when sourcing them proved to be as...tricky as it did, let's just say. Second was the Talderian clasp that further identified the Prince. Sidestepping the currently distracted Fionn to address the Prince directly. Florian had already indicated that they were both new here, and members of the same order. He nodded in response, keeping Fionn at the corner of his peripheral vision just in case.

"Correct on both counts, Prince Erion. Though our purpose here is, ideally at least, to accomplish training in a condensed period of time. Perhaps training Sir Fionn how to use a mirror might be in order first, however, given the current circumstances."

@The Otter@Raineh Daze@Crimson Paladin

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

Yūma Amano

• Name: Yūma Amano
• Age: 34
• Gender: Male
• Appearance: Out of Uniform / Patrol
• Psychological Profile: Yūma Amano is a man of dualities. On one hand, he is a driven and determined protector of those who cannot defend themselves, having taken his job as officer, AERT member, and as a Sefirot agent incredibly seriously. He sees it as not only his life's calling, but his family's calling, a proud lineage of officers and enforcers that they claim to trace all the way back to the Meiji Restoration. How much of this is heartfelt and how much of it is indoctrination is up for debate, but it is sincere regardless. This is his general face, the one he wears at work and around peers, even when socializing, a polite, friendly, and well adjusted officer who sees it as his calling to protect and serve, even should it cost him his life.
  
  Underneath all of that is an adrenaline junky, a man who lives for the highs of life. Putting himself in harms way so often, whether it was as the first to respond to a crime, driving the AERT just a bit faster, a bit harder, to get to the response site, or leading the way into anomalous regions and situations as a pointman, Yūma lives for those highs that can only come from dangerous uncertainty. The higher the strain, the longer the odds, the more alive he feels, and is at his best when the adrenaline is at full blast. When the plan fails, when the odds are long, backs are to the wall and its do or die, he is at his happiest and most excited. He drives fast, rides faster, and fights like an immortal might, throwing all he is into everything, chasing that next adrenaline high, and struggles to hold back once he gets a taste of it. This all or nothing mentality bleeds into his private life, training and drilling himself constantly, even if its just snuck in before meeting his coworkers after work for a drink.
• Skills: Broadly speaking, Yūma is a highly skilled conventional combatant. Having grown up being prepared and trained by his grandfather, and combined it with training received both as a police cadet and further on after volunteering for, and being accepted into, an Anomalous Emergency Response Team (AERT for short), he has a broad basis for combating both anomalies and criminal elements interested in them, as well as a more broad skillset compared to more specialized agents.
  
  
  
  • CQC - Building on the boxing his grandfather focused on, the general self defense training as a police officer, and more advanced learned in the AERT, Yūma takes great pride in his capabilities in an unarmed fight. He spends several days a week training, including in CQC, and has blended the striking power of boxing with defensive grappling if caught off guard. He knows how to use a baton in close quarters as well, though prefers to resort to a pair of worn, inherited brass knuckles for when getting properly stuck in a melee.
  • Firearms - Yūma received standard firearms training as a police officer, with a broader spectrum of firearm platforms being familiarized after volunteering as an AERT member. He prefers pistols first and foremost, as they give him the most flexibility in day to day operations, and spends the majority of his time dedicated to firearm's training with pistols, having practiced with both semi-automatics and revolvers, and as a member of Sefirot he has taken to carrying a .45ACP, and drills with it regularly.
  • Combat Driving - Yūma took an interest in driving, beyond what was necessary for day to day living, and took additional courses on combative driving once he was part of the department AERT, learning to get into, and out of, dangerous locations in a timely manner and intact. Off duty, his driving habits are best described as 'needlessly aggressive', and he is the proud owner, and rider, of a frankly overtuned sports bike, something he rides whenever he gets the opportunity.
• Abilities: Besides Yūma's combat skills, the only noteworthy ability that has been documented as abnormal is his incredibly high resistance and tolerance towards supernatural effects, anomalous and otherwise. Being within the area of influence has less of an impact on him, and all effects from anomalous items or individuals are lessened, as are the effects of magic and the like. Worth noting that, not only is this only a resistance and not an immunity so lethal effects will still be lethal, but this also impacts beneficial anomalies, magics, and the like. Just as much as a anomalous assault on his psyche will be blunted, so too would a spell designed to mend his flesh to heal his wounds. Also worth noting is that mundane damage caused by supernatural or anomalous effects is not resisted. Only the direct effects of supernatural and anomalous, so while the damage caused by a purely spiritual attack would be resisted, debris hurled telekinetically would still be fully damaging, as an example.
• Equipment: Yūma's duty equipment is a bulletproof vest, with pouches for spare supplies, typically ammunition, as well as knee and elbow pads to go with his duty wear. He always has his service pistol, a .45 ACP semi-automatic with an under barrel laser module. He also has his brass knuckles on him should he need them, as well as a rather sturdy, heavy duty flashlight that he uses in his offhand when carrying the pistol. He will augment his equipment as appropriate for a mission, be it additional weapons or more specialized tools for a specific anomaly. He even managed to keep a set of heavy, fully body armor and ballistic shield from his time with his AERT, that he keeps in good condition for emergencies, or when investigation and subtly are not a concern.
  
  Off duty, he rents a small apartment where he keeps his mostly modest mundane belongings, his overtuned sports bike, as well as a small snub nosed .357 revolver that he keeps concealed on hand just in case. He still keeps his brass knuckles on him as well, one of the few things that he is never found willingly without, even preferring to surrender the revolver first before giving up the brass knuckles.
• Background: The Amano family prides itself on having supplied generations upon generations of law enforcement and other upholders of the law, and all that weight of expectation was put on Yūma as well. Raised with stories of his family exploits in policing, with the odd soldier and other outlier sprinkled in, Yūma was never unsure of what he was going to be doing his whole life. He participated in martial arts growing up, though most of what stuck was his grandfather's lessons. He had good grades, nothing stellar or standout, but good, and after he graduated from school he immediately moved on to the police academy, not even being given a last summer vacation before being bundled up and sent off, metaphorically speaking, to live his life in the footsteps of his ancestors.
  
  Yūma did well in the police academy he attended, once again, not standing out however, though he was running into increasing expectations that he excel and be a cut above his peers. He saw increasing pressure when communicating with family, who constantly expected better of him, that the Amano family had always been the best of the best, and that nearly constant expectation and the expectation of both instructors and peers wore on him. He eventually graduated the academy, barely top of his class, in no small part thanks to far too many sleepless nights. It didn't make his family happy, of course, far too close a margin to really keep them happy. But, top of his class regardless, and he was quickly picked up by the National Police Agency as a new member of one of the Anomalous Emergency Response Teams, a branch of the NPA that responded to anomalous emergencies, evacuated civilians and secured the area for Sefirot to arrive and either contain, or eliminate, the anomaly.
  
  Yūma spent most of his life operating as part of an AERT, rotating with his squadmates through roles so that they remained cross trained in each role. It was during this time that Yūma found himself identifying his eventual addiction to adrenaline, and high intensity situations. When he drove, he always seemed to end up being the first AERT on site when a call went out, and it would be that eagerness that would get him noticed by Sefirot. His team, predictably, responded first to an anomaly report, but rather than find injured and scared civilians they ran into an unusually well armed criminal gang, and the AERT ended up in a rather pitched firefight trying to secure the area, armored van rendered immobile. While most of the team was critically wounded, Yūma was able to rally them and keep the pressure on the criminals long enough for Sefirot agents to arrive and secure the area.
  
  Yūma was recommended to Sefirot service by his superiors, and his peers. By his superiors, as a mark of excellence and pride. By his peers, so that they could get him out of their lives. Regardless of the why, his conduct as part of AERT operations, as well as the well documented family history, lead to the offer to become a Sefirot agent. He had just turned 31 at that point, and would spend the next several years acclimating and coming up to the level of one of the Sefirot agents proper, augmenting experience and knowledge from the AERT with Sefirot experience and training. Yūma had cut all contact with his family at this point, not that there had been much to begin with. They spoke of pride and expectation still, last he had talked to them, but it rang hollow as far as he was concerned. He had his calling in life, and it certainly met his need for adrenaline when things really kicked off, that was enough for him by now, at least for now.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

Alright, got him sorted out, finally.

Yūma Amano

• Name: Yūma Amano
• Age: 34
• Gender: Male
• Appearance: Out of Uniform / Patrol
• Psychological Profile: Yūma Amano is a man of dualities. On one hand, he is a driven and determined protector of those who cannot defend themselves, having taken his job as officer, AERT member, and as a Sefirot agent incredibly seriously. He sees it as not only his life's calling, but his family's calling, a proud lineage of officers and enforcers that they claim to trace all the way back to the Meiji Restoration. How much of this is heartfelt and how much of it is indoctrination is up for debate, but it is sincere regardless. This is his general face, the one he wears at work and around peers, even when socializing, a polite, friendly, and well adjusted officer who sees it as his calling to protect and serve, even should it cost him his life.
  
  Underneath all of that is an adrenaline junky, a man who lives for the highs of life. Putting himself in harms way so often, whether it was as the first to respond to a crime, driving the AERT just a bit faster, a bit harder, to get to the response site, or leading the way into anomalous regions and situations as a pointman, Yūma lives for those highs that can only come from dangerous uncertainty. The higher the strain, the longer the odds, the more alive he feels, and is at his best when the adrenaline is at full blast. When the plan fails, when the odds are long, backs are to the wall and its do or die, he is at his happiest and most excited. He drives fast, rides faster, and fights like an immortal might, throwing all he is into everything, chasing that next adrenaline high, and struggles to hold back once he gets a taste of it. This all or nothing mentality bleeds into his private life, training and drilling himself constantly, even if its just snuck in before meeting his coworkers after work for a drink.
• Skills: Broadly speaking, Yūma is a highly skilled conventional combatant. Having grown up being prepared and trained by his grandfather, and combined it with training received both as a police cadet and further on after volunteering for, and being accepted into, an Anomalous Emergency Response Team (AERT for short), he has a broad basis for combating both anomalies and criminal elements interested in them, as well as a more broad skillset compared to more specialized agents.
  
  
  
  • CQC - Building on the boxing his grandfather focused on, the general self defense training as a police officer, and more advanced learned in the AERT, Yūma takes great pride in his capabilities in an unarmed fight. He spends several days a week training, including in CQC, and has blended the striking power of boxing with defensive grappling if caught off guard. He knows how to use a baton in close quarters as well, though prefers to resort to a pair of worn, inherited brass knuckles for when getting properly stuck in a melee.
  • Firearms - Yūma received standard firearms training as a police officer, with a broader spectrum of firearm platforms being familiarized after volunteering as an AERT member. He prefers pistols first and foremost, as they give him the most flexibility in day to day operations, and spends the majority of his time dedicated to firearm's training with pistols, having practiced with both semi-automatics and revolvers, and as a member of Sefirot he has taken to carrying a .45ACP, and drills with it regularly.
  • Combat Driving - Yūma took an interest in driving, beyond what was necessary for day to day living, and took additional courses on combative driving once he was part of the department AERT, learning to get into, and out of, dangerous locations in a timely manner and intact. Off duty, his driving habits are best described as 'needlessly aggressive', and he is the proud owner, and rider, of a frankly overtuned sports bike, something he rides whenever he gets the opportunity.
• Abilities: Besides Yūma's combat skills, the only noteworthy ability that has been documented as abnormal is his incredibly high resistance and tolerance towards supernatural effects, anomalous and otherwise. Being within the area of influence has less of an impact on him, and all effects from anomalous items or individuals are lessened, as are the effects of magic and the like. Worth noting that, not only is this only a resistance and not an immunity so lethal effects will still be lethal, but this also impacts beneficial anomalies, magics, and the like. Just as much as a anomalous assault on his psyche will be blunted, so too would a spell designed to mend his flesh to heal his wounds. Also worth noting is that mundane damage caused by supernatural or anomalous effects is not resisted. Only the direct effects of supernatural and anomalous, so while the damage caused by a purely spiritual attack would be resisted, debris hurled telekinetically would still be fully damaging, as an example.
• Equipment: Yūma's duty equipment is a bulletproof vest, with pouches for spare supplies, typically ammunition, as well as knee and elbow pads to go with his duty wear. He always has his service pistol, a .45 ACP semi-automatic with an under barrel laser module. He also has his brass knuckles on him should he need them, as well as a rather sturdy, heavy duty flashlight that he uses in his offhand when carrying the pistol. He will augment his equipment as appropriate for a mission, be it additional weapons or more specialized tools for a specific anomaly. He even managed to keep a set of heavy, fully body armor and ballistic shield from his time with his AERT, that he keeps in good condition for emergencies, or when investigation and subtly are not a concern.
  
  Off duty, he rents a small apartment where he keeps his mostly modest mundane belongings, his overtuned sports bike, as well as a small snub nosed .357 revolver that he keeps concealed on hand just in case. He still keeps his brass knuckles on him as well, one of the few things that he is never found willingly without, even preferring to surrender the revolver first before giving up the brass knuckles.
• Background: The Amano family prides itself on having supplied generations upon generations of law enforcement and other upholders of the law, and all that weight of expectation was put on Yūma as well. Raised with stories of his family exploits in policing, with the odd soldier and other outlier sprinkled in, Yūma was never unsure of what he was going to be doing his whole life. He participated in martial arts growing up, though most of what stuck was his grandfather's lessons. He had good grades, nothing stellar or standout, but good, and after he graduated from school he immediately moved on to the police academy, not even being given a last summer vacation before being bundled up and sent off, metaphorically speaking, to live his life in the footsteps of his ancestors.
  
  Yūma did well in the police academy he attended, once again, not standing out however, though he was running into increasing expectations that he excel and be a cut above his peers. He saw increasing pressure when communicating with family, who constantly expected better of him, that the Amano family had always been the best of the best, and that nearly constant expectation and the expectation of both instructors and peers wore on him. He eventually graduated the academy, barely top of his class, in no small part thanks to far too many sleepless nights. It didn't make his family happy, of course, far too close a margin to really keep them happy. But, top of his class regardless, and he was quickly picked up by the National Police Agency as a new member of one of the Anomalous Emergency Response Teams, a branch of the NPA that responded to anomalous emergencies, evacuated civilians and secured the area for Sefirot to arrive and either contain, or eliminate, the anomaly.
  
  Yūma spent most of his life operating as part of an AERT, rotating with his squadmates through roles so that they remained cross trained in each role. It was during this time that Yūma found himself identifying his eventual addiction to adrenaline, and high intensity situations. When he drove, he always seemed to end up being the first AERT on site when a call went out, and it would be that eagerness that would get him noticed by Sefirot. His team, predictably, responded first to an anomaly report, but rather than find injured and scared civilians they ran into an unusually well armed criminal gang, and the AERT ended up in a rather pitched firefight trying to secure the area, armored van rendered immobile. While most of the team was critically wounded, Yūma was able to rally them and keep the pressure on the criminals long enough for Sefirot agents to arrive and secure the area.
  
  Yūma was recommended to Sefirot service by his superiors, and his peers. By his superiors, as a mark of excellence and pride. By his peers, so that they could get him out of their lives. Regardless of the why, his conduct as part of AERT operations, as well as the well documented family history, lead to the offer to become a Sefirot agent. He had just turned 31 at that point, and would spend the next several years acclimating and coming up to the level of one of the Sefirot agents proper, augmenting experience and knowledge from the AERT with Sefirot experience and training. Yūma had cut all contact with his family at this point, not that there had been much to begin with. They spoke of pride and expectation still, last he had talked to them, but it rang hollow as far as he was concerned. He had his calling in life, and it certainly met his need for adrenaline when things really kicked off, that was enough for him by now, at least for now.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

Excellent, I shall begin working on a character.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies Interest Check

I have a few ideas I could spin for this, consider me interested for sure.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Rolan kept half an eye, and a full ear to listen, as more people trickled in and chimed in. Fleuri was quick to remove his armor, and if the city was as peaceful as it was stated to be that should not be a problem. At the very least, the fellow knight had the forethought to keep a blade on him just in case. But, perhaps mildly surprisingly, more people began coming in to add to the number of people crowding the library. First was the loverboy, who was surprisingly not dogging his love interest, though he didn't say that part out loud. He shrugged idly at the mention of light reading, a half smirk on his face as he responded casually enough, not even glancing up from the books.

"Some modest preparation before we depart, though it seems Florian has decided to offer a tour of the city, which I do plan to accept when Fleuri is done disrobing."

Fionn also decided to join the growing group that would be touring the city. Strength in numbers, safety too, even if Florian had stated the city was quite safe, doubly so in the company of the Mirror Knight. He wouldn't be going unarmed, however, and when the changes of clothes were brought in he politely declined to change. He was much more comfortable in his leather armor and cloak, and as the group prepared to make way, he slung his crossbow in a carry similar to a hunter, leaning into an old habit to avert too many questions. Unlikely as they were, with Florian leading the way into Talderia proper. Florian proved to be a deft, skilled host, attention and conversation dancing between the various knights present with natural ease, though Rolan focused any inquiries on practical considerations instead of more fanciful concerns. Apparently the nobility was mostly just idling around the castle, since there was no kingdom to rule. That did make him consider what good the nobility even was, broadly speaking, given it didn't strike him as too different than normal.

"I assume that Prince Erion would wish to meet the currently present as well, then?"

@Raineh Daze@The Otter@Crimson Paladin@VahkiDane

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

"I haven't forgotten what a person looks like, broadly speaking, I just tend to forget things are cleaner here. Never was much of a city person, out in the country was far preferrable."

Adjusting the clasp on his cloak, he made sure everything on hand was in good shape to head out and see the sights. Of course, he had no intention of changing or leaving any of his gear behind. Never knew when things would become problematic, and when you would need your gear. Even if death lacked penalty, he was not in the mood to be testing that unless he had to. He died plenty enough in the first dream for his liking. Besides, despite being 'just people', effectively every problem he ever had, does, or will deal with was because of people, so that didn't exactly instill confidence, though he wouldn't show that of course.

"I'll stay here until we are ready to depart for the city. The maps might be worth less than I would have liked, but I am sure I can find something of value while waiting."

Rolan turned back towards the scattered maps on the table, tidying up a bit before starting to dig through more practical books. If the east was anything, broadly speaking, like it was in the waking world than he could look into what would be useful for survival and living off the land in said climate. He didn't assume the luxury of always operating out of Candaeln, especially if they, as a group, were going to be marching 'off the map', as it were, so being able to forage and identify anything of value survival wise would be useful. Living out in the woods as a single person wasn't the trickiest, providing for a warband would be....harder. Better to be prepared early, and supplement anything they took with them with forage on the march.

Fate/Illuminate Histoire

Halloran

• Name: Kilian Halloran
• Age: 33
• Gender: Male
• Appearance:
  
• Personality:
  Kilian is a generally amicable individual, pleasant at first discussion and, by and large, it is an accurate assessment. Between practicing an art that takes time and practice, as well as having a smaller base of practitioners, and the family tradition of deliberately avoiding being embroiled in conflicts with other families, Kilian has a generally pleasant, almost laissez faire outlook on life that permeates everything he does. His only real concern beyond an intense focus on not just replicating Runes but mastering the oldest of their kind is survival. This means that Kilian is a patient man first and foremost once someone insists on prying past the general pleasantness of his daily demeanor, one who has no trouble or qualms with simply waiting for the next opportunity if it means safeguarding his own wellbeing and knowledge. There is no such thing as an unmissable opportunity, not if it costs one their life. After all, what good is anything one could desire if they don't live long enough to collect on the matter?
  
  This creates a dangerous mix of pleasant pragmatism, seeing no action as anything other than 'just business' when it comes to life. No action is out of the question, no deal beyond considering, if it meaningfully advances his goals without breaking the rule he keeps for himself, that nothing he does should keep him from his long term goals. Any action he takes keeps this in mind, so while one minute he might be an ally, the next he has no qualms stabbing someone in the back should the need arise, genuine in his apologetic remarks after such an event. It truly is just business, and he would expect nothing less of anyone else should the positions be swapped.
• Skills:
  
  
  
  • Medical Training - Kilian sees this as a necessity when it comes to dealing with the Witchcraft his father preferred to teach him. He has learned to clean and stitch wounds, set bones, treat the ill and otherwise handle most common ailments one might stumble across with enough time and effort.
  • Physically Fit - Also part of his training, Kilian has learned to not only be in good physical shape, but durable as well, bouncing back from injuries, both self inflicted and otherwise. He knows how to box, though more as a hobby than anything else, preferring to defend himself using his Runes when able.
• Abilities:
  
  Quality of Circuits: B
  Quantity of Circuits: B
  Elemental Affinity: Fire, Wind
  Attribute: Sacrifice, Conversion
  
  
  
  
  • Magecraft - Kilian is the descendent of two distinct branches of the Halloran family, spending half of his upbringing with one, and half with the other, learning magecraft from both and combining their preferred Thaumaturgical systems into an art of his own, one that he has spent his entire adult life refining and improving upon.
  • Runecraft - His mother's side of the family prefers Runes, one that Kilian took a natural shine to. Having access to the family archive of Modern replicas of runes, the goal of half the family is finding the Primordial Runes, and rather than simply replicate them, utilize them to their fullest. Kilian is no exception to this, having scarified numerous runes across his body as well as items, using a sacrifice of his flesh and blood to empower each rune beyond what his magical circuits could normally provide, meshing witchcraft with his runes. Notably, the following runes are scarified on his person:
    
    
    
    • Gandr - Amplified by scarification along each index finger, Kilian is capable of producing Finn Shots with impacts equivalent to a shotgun blast, typically staggering each shot by alternating hands. However, he can't restrain the power of these shots, due to the use of Witchcraft as part of the process of preparing the runecraft for use. While normally lacking a rune, the scarification is of a family design that is designed to amplify weaker family member's potential, or amplify a potent member even further.
    • Raido - Scarified on his calves, Kilian can invoke these runes to temporarily boost both his ability to move and traverse an area, both in speed and in efficiency, for the duration of the effect. The longer the need, the more energy they end up requiring.
    • Ehwaz - Scarified along the inward side of Kilian's arms, they act to harden his arms and hands, providing durability far beyond what flesh and blood could, to the point of being able to stop mundane blades without breaking the skin, though much like Raido, require a constant source of energy to maintain the effects of for longer than short bursts.
    • Sowilo - Scarified into his palms, Kilian can invoke the runes to create fire out of thin air. Normally blue in coloration, reflecting the heat, he can use the conjured flames in a variety of uses, both combative and mundane.
    • Tiwaz - Scarified over his heart, Kilian had this prepared as a failsafe should he find himself unable to evade harm. Tiwaz projects a barrier in response to impending trauma, protecting him when he can't evade an attack, though the barrier can only sustain so much damage before failing and requiring Kilian to restore it, either naturally over a rest period or more immediately through a sacrifice of blood.
  • Black Magic: Witchcraft - Kilian learned this system from his father's side of the family, and while he does not pursue its deeper mysteries like them, has learned to blend it with his runecraft and Attributes to empower his abilities as a magus. Used in a supporting role, the focus on the sacrifice of flesh and blood comes to the forefront. Runes are either scarified or made with spilt blood mixed into their creation, willingly given blood even more potent in effect, allowing effects normally beyond what Kilian could normally sustain. In a pinch, he can spill fresh blood on his runes to boost them even further, though obviously too much of this manner of amplification will be lethal.
• Assets:
  
  
  
  • Mystic Code: Ceallraí - The trinket that hangs from behind his left ear, Ceallraí is a rather conventional Mystic Code that has a certain amount of Kilian's blood stored within it, and whenever used in conjunction with either his runes or witchcraft can be used to attain the effects of a blood sacrifice without actually spilling his own blood. He can only store five charges at most currently within the trinket, and recharging them requires a blood sacrifice, but doing so safely after the fact is far easier than during a dire situation.
  • Mystic Code: Cothromaíocht - A pair of rings, perfectly fitted for Kilian's middle fingers, do nothing on their own, even when supplied with magical energy. They require the activation of a rune along with the empowering of the rings to have an effect, allowing Kilian to alter the normal effects of a rune. His Finn Shots, for example, can be converted into an amplification of a thrown punch, the entire force condensed into a single point of impact. The further a departure from the intended use of a rune, the more taxing the effect, to the point that they often get used in tandem with Ceallrai to offset the increased exertion imposed by Cothromaíocht.
  • Mundane Assets - Kilian has a modest amount of funds on available to him at any given time, for dealing with the world as a whole, often times converting the funds to those appropriate for the region or country he might be visiting at any given time. He also has his assorted collection of scarification tools, as well as a small pocket knife specifically prepared for a ritualistic use in witchcraft.
• Brief Backstory: Kilian Halloran is the latest in a long running family of magi, though being the firstborn son, and inevitable head, of the somewhat recent, by magus terms, marriage of two different families into one has forced him to lead a somewhat odd life. Spending his entire childhood training and studying under both halves of the family he would lead, Kilian would learn to uniquely wield both halves of the family traditions in order to effectively lead them when the time came. Granted, this would not be for quite some time since, perhaps fortunately, the current family leadership had many, many years left in their lives before even considering stepping away from the reigns, let alone dying. This left Kilian fairly free to pursue his own studies.
  
  Despite initial reservations, Kilian aligned himself with the Thule Society as many in his family had prior. The long standing membership of the group did give him some advantages during his studies, although convincing fellow members to even cooperate often took a significant amount of effort and negotiation. Kilian grew to loath any dealings with his fellows in the Society in a formal regard, often spending great deals of time abroad chasing rumors, proof of theories, and seeking knowledge of lost or forgotten runes. Nominally he also cooperated with the Thule Society when the need arose, assisting each other and slowly prying what secrets he could from their tight fisted grip. Never mind that Rune Magecraft was already niche, it was a hassle enough getting them to share even basic information on runes he could demonstrate knowledge of already.
  
  Kilian treated the appearance of the Command Seals as a nuisance, first and foremost, as he had been in the middle of a rather promising, or so he had hoped, series of investigations in Scandinavia when they appeared. However, it seemed that there was advantage to be gained from participating in this contest after all. While some in his family had made a variety of suggestions on wishes he could make, he took a longer looking, more pragmatic look. He didn't need to win to benefit from the contest, though obviously the Wish could very readily accelerate his learning and mastery of Rune magecraft beyond what he could attain in a single lifetime. Even if he found himself in a situation that would prevent him from winning the wish, he could no doubt make useful discoveries and, circumstances willing, allies who owed him for favors granted during the contest. With that practical consideration in mind, how could he refuse the summons the Command Seal made?

Assassin

• Name: Dr. Henry Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
• Class: Assassin
• Appearance:
  
  Both States

  
• Personality:
  Jekyll has two distinct, incredibly different personalities that change when the Noble Phantasm, Dangerous Game, is used. In his current summoned state, both Jekyll and Hyde remain in a constant state of struggle, most noticeable when danger is present, be it an enemy master, Servant, or other such significant threat. Hyde struggles to be let loose, to tempt, or force, Jekyll to imbibe in his serum and let the demon free. Jekyll, meanwhile, struggles to keep Hyde in check, silencing the demon until such a time that he is permitted to be let off his leash.
  
  As Jekyll, he is a gentle, kind hearted man who would quite genuinely rather spend time in contemplation and study. While generally servile in nature, he maintains an incredibly strong sense of good and evil, and of justice, a firm believer in doing good for its own sake first and foremost. As a servant he would greatly enjoy spending time simply conversing with his Master, learning of the world he had been summoned into. Of his fellow Heroic Spirits, enemies as they may be, he would engage them in dialogue before a combat need arise, or even during circumstances where neither side can afford to fight. He lacks confidence in himself, perhaps stemming from his failure to subdue and remove Hyde from his life, though once talking he proves to be quite the pleasant fellow.
  
  Hyde, however, revels in the hedonistic and cruel pleasures of the world. Constantly straining to be turned loose of his bindings, he greedily abuses every moment he is free. While released only for the sake of fighting, Mr. Hyde fully enjoys every moment of it, reveling in driving any foe he is turned loose on into a corner, playing with his prey and basking in their failure and mounting panic. Nothing is sweeter than slaughter, and if left unchecked would quite gladly go on a killing spree of anyone he could get his hands on. While restrained as a Heroic Spirit, however, he begrudgingly follows orders, though constantly complains and urges his Master to "Live a little" and let him at least have a little collateral damage. He will interpret anything formed as an order as creatively as possible if it means being able to cause more damage, though if the circumstances prevent him from being able to enjoy himself, he will turn the reigns back over to Jekyll since playing at human would bore him to tears.
• Stats: (Note: Stats are listed as X/X, with the first being Jekyll's statistics, and the latter being Hyde's statistics.)
  
  • Strength: C+/B+
  • Endurance: E/B+
  • Agility: A+/B+
  • Mana: E/D
  • Luck: C/D
  • Noble Phantasm: C/C
• Class Skills:
  
  
  
  • Presence Concealment: A. As Jekyll, the good doctor has gone to great lengths to conceal any of his misdoings or misdeeds as Hyde, and even more so now that he has to so readily rely on Hyde, it makes remaining unassuming far more important. For Hyde, concealing himself right up until the moment of strike lets him savor in the thrill of the hunt, of tracking down some dangerous game and jumping them, the upper hand making the game that much sweeter.
• Personal Skills:
  
  
  
  • Monstrous Strength: B. Non functional as Jekyll, as the good doctor is no fighter, let alone a monster. Hyde, however, has shattered sturdy, custom walking canes in fits of rage with enough force to strike men dead in a single blow. Not even accounting for longer fits of rage after extended confinement by Jekyll that have left others dead from, at the time, a normal human's bare hands, this skill allows Hyde to, for short durations, boost his Strength Parameter by one rank.
  • Voice of Panic: A. Non functional as Jekyll, given the mild mannered and well meaning doctor could barely raise his voice to a shout at the best of times, let alone induce panic. Hyde, however, has the fury and madness of a long caged hedonistic thrill seeker, capable and more than willing to voice his desires of slaughter and debauchery to the heavens, to make God himself quake. Performs a mental attack on his targets with a resounding voice that weakens the minds of people who hear it.
  • Self Modification: D. Does nothing as Jekyll, as he is simply a man hiding a monster. While functional as Hyde, due to the duo being summoned as an Assassin-class Heroic Spirit, the rank of the skill has been notably decreased. Hyde shows some small refinement of his body towards combat capabilities, though the changes are relatively minor, and easily missed by someone who isn't keenly aware of the changes that are occurring at all.
  • Powerless Shell: A. The skill that defines Jekyll, rather than Hyde. It is a representation of a lifetime of struggle with perceived inner demons, with a hedonistic and sadistic darker half that he could not, as a proper Gentleman, ever allow free, and the cause of him developing the serum that would become known as the Dangerous Game. This skill is what locks his other personal skills away, and combined with the Assassin class Presence Concealment goes a great ways in protecting and hiding Jekyll long enough for him to release Hyde onto the stage, should the need arise.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Dangerous Game
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti Unit
  • Appearance: A rather unassuming bottle with a peculiar stopper, the contents within never draining when drank, no matter how much is imbibed. The taste of the compound is utterly repulsive and vile to the drinker, regardless of personal taste or desire, it will always be the most foul tasting fluid one could ever imagine drinking. Despite its taste, it has a rather regal purple coloration that would make one think it might actually be a pleasant concoction.
  • Effects: Quite simply, it is the key that allows Jekyll to become Hyde, and vice versa. The recipe of the serum is known only to Dr. Jekyll, and by extension Mr. Hyde, though actually making a new dose of the serum never seems to be necessary due to its constantly refilling state, a side effect of being a Noble Phantasm. What this serum would do to someone who isn't Jekyll or Hyde is unknown, although even Hyde would act to prevent this from occurring should the circumstances arise.
• Alignment: Lawful Good (Jekyll)/Chaotic Evil (Hyde)

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Rolan furrowed his brow when it was mentioned that they tour the city of Talderia. The city was in good order? Things were prior to the city sinking into the ground and becoming an eternal monster producing hole in the ground, and hearing that the dead legend knights, at least the Mirror Knight, had no idea of any of this sort of punched a hole in the theory that had been developing. Still, if the city was a resource and not a hurdle, well, all the better to get a grasp on what it could provide. "Considering my current theories hold about as much water as an paper sieve, a tour of Talderia would be a good first step."

Allowing the attention to shift to Fleuri, using the chance to gather more information. The Mirror Knight knew Fleuri, that implied the dream fights that, apparently, they had collectively had were remembered by the dead legends. That meant, should he cross paths with Parvan again, well, he would have to actually hold a conversation and trade blows and barbs. That was a concern he would need to mull over at a later time, as it was reiterated that the Mirror Knight had offered a tour of Talderia. Knowing the city before its fall, before its tragedy, could prove to be rather useful. The suggestion to remove one's armor almost brought a scoff from Rolan. One advantage to not prancing around in heavy armor all the time made it easy to shift from combat to patrol, to even wandering around during periods of downtime, without too much need to change things up that much. Still, another Rose would be very welcome, especially if Fleuri already had a rapport of sorts with the Mirror Knight.

"Commentary on attire aside, it is probably a smart idea to not wander off without at least someone else from our merry little band of those hand picked for additional training. Safety in numbers, as they say."

@Crimson Paladin @Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Rolan glanced when someone he didn't immediately recognize asked him about his confusion over the maps. Once he registered the....outfit that the individual was wearing, he quickly was able to put two and two together. Florian, the Mirror Knight, with a Hundi hanging off his arm that was probably Raya? He wasn't going to ask, frankly, it was all too vague for his liking already. Guessing after notoriously androgynous individuals wouldn't get him anywhere, not that it mattered to him frankly, he nodded after a moment's thought. "Putting it nicely, yes. I was hoping to spot something that would make sense for a destination other than Talderia, but that doesn't seem to be the case."

Sure, Cyrus had mentioned the other legend knights of old were around, but if Rolan had to admit, he wouldn't have expected one to simply waltz in and start talking shop like they were old allies. Rolan would never admit it, but he knew when he was out of his league, and no matter what the Witch-Knight went on about, he knew when he was out of his element. But no point in admitting that, none at all, and he was questioned on whether he was looking for specifics or general layouts, before being given an offer to be shown around. "Initially, I was looking to see what could be exploited, but given the maps are, well, useless beyond a few consistent details, general lay of the land was the second plan. I need to do some scouting before reporting back to the knight-captain, so I won't turn down someone more familiar with the way this place is laid out offering a tour."

Rolan hadn't missed the slight change in the phrasing of being shown around, but if Cyrus had been truthful, the legend knights had all agreed to help out. He didn't know how long they were supposed to take for getting out of this place, and from the sound of it time didn't progress the same here as it did elsewhere. While pondering the realm, a thought crossed his mind. Had the legend knights used the exact same training to prepare themselves when they didn't have the luxury of time to train. It wasn't like he ever had the time to dig through Candaeln's library back in the modern Thaln, then again, he never had the reason to. Now he did, once they were out of here, to use as much time as he could there to educate himself on, well, quite a few topics now. "Correct me if I am wrong, but the Witch-Knight seemed to be familiar enough with this whole arrangement, enough so that one might even think she's done this before."

@Raineh Daze