FatPrincess

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Am I still able to join this?

Delta End

"Change is inevitable."

Age
23

Anima
Sorcerer's Apprentice: Merlin

An Anima forged from the soul of a great and mighty librarian, with a teeny-tiny obsession, okay maybe major obsession, with occult sciences. From Astrology to Physiognomy, the old coot had both studied and taught it in his free time; when he wasn't organizing books of course. Given his penchant for the peculiar and bizarre, his soul has manifested itself as a pointed witch's hat.

While it comes across as just a fashionable accessory, underneath the brim of this hat lies a chamber of secrets, the source of this Anima's true power. A mysterious pool of ether. From this "void under the brim" the hat can conjure two large fists, larger than the user herself and far stronger and faster than any normal human hand.

Personality
She is a brazen and straightforward girl who isn't afraid to speak hard truths. She is exceptionally good at reading people and considers herself to be a master manipulator. Inheriting the blood of her mother, and therefore being a member of her race, she possesses something called the "ancestral voice" which is what her tribe believes to be the knowledge of her ancestors taking root as a singular voice in the back of her mind. It interferes with her decision-making and helps her in her day-to-day life. For example, it could tell her which door most likely leads to the safest path, but not definitely. This is a secret she keeps and does not discuss but has developed a heavy reliance on this voice when it comes to making hard choices. As someone who has escaped many terrible situations and credited this ability, she has a strong belief in fate and thinks that the world is taking care of her. An avid liar, the true details of her past remain a mystery to almost everyone around her and aside from the occasional flirtation, she doesn't let people get too close.

Alignment
Chaotic Good

Backstory
Lucasta was born from the love affair of a wealthy second pillar politician and a gypsy. Her mothers attempt to seduce the man for a better life was futile. Beauty paled in comparison to power and marriage to someone of such a low status, with nothing to bring to the table but what they saw in the mirror… well it was unthinkable. Political suicide. When he received news of a child, born from that one singular night of passion, the man buried the evidence so deep that he ensured no one would ever be able to dig it back up. Murder was the obvious method but he couldn’t bring himself to do it and instead they were banished to the slums. The mistress and her child.

Lucasta’s mother was forced to do unspeakable things in order to survive, she stole from anyone and everyone, only justifying the preconceived notions about her “people.” Tribal fortune-tellers who did nothing but lie, cheat, and steal. Truth be told, the abilities of her race were what allowed her to survive. An “ancestral voice” in the back of her head telling her yes or no, which path was wrong and which was right. Though sometimes, that voice was wrong. It was this that led to her mothers death. Depending on the past to predict the future is a dangerous and inaccurate method, but that has been the downfall of many belonging to this rare bloodline.

It came of no surprise that Lucasta was forced into a life of crime after the sudden death of her mother. The slums were a difficult place to live and that was the path of least resistance. At a rather young age, she discovered the very same voice that killed her mother. Though that fact was unknown to her. It was a friend. A guiding light in the chaos of her life and more often than not she noticed that those whispers, or shouts if the situation was urgent enough… were right.

This newfound talent of hers, intuition she called it, allowed her to join a local gang which focused on the illegal trading of Anima. Becoming an advisor to the leader, she successfully navigated them through a number of missions and soon became a key part of their intelligence. That was until the operation was busted as is any crime syndicate that would seek to weaponize Anima as the gang had done.

Behind bars and awaiting a trial, for some reason or another, Lucasta’s record was exonerated. Every crime she had committed was forgotten and she was offered a plea deal of sorts, one she had to accept. Join the δ division. Unknown to her, this was the masterful work of her father who had been keeping tabs on her since day one. In his long line of work this was perhaps his only ever good deed, even if it had terrible intentions.

The man's thought process was that the division needed people, and agents were likely to die. In a way he wanted to meet his daughter, but for him to succeed, she was better off dead.

Thus, the former criminal, Lucasta Karamazov, moved to the second pillar and became something she never thought she would. Turning over a new leaf, she never even took her father into consideration as the identity of the mysterious benefactor. No. It was fate.

Additional Information
Lucasta belongs to a rare race within the city of Soma. Referred to merely as gypsies, tramps, and thieves they are easily identifiable by the swirly, tribal-like birthmark that dances across half of their body. Members of the race often hide the markings with makeup or clothes, though Lucasta is proud of her heritage and does not.

In the past, several members of this race were known as "seers" or "oracles" and held in high regard by society. Their ability is comparable to a third eye which allows them to see the unknown. For example, if a sniper had their gun aimed at Lucasta, a whisper in the back of her head could alert her of danger, giving her some sort of warning in just a few words. If she had to choose between several doors, that same voice could guide her to make the best decision statistically possible.

This is known as the "Ancestral Voice" and is believed by the tribe to be the accumulation of knowledge their ancestors before them managed to gather. The reason these beings are so frowned upon is that as time goes on, the voice becomes fainter and fainter and or begins to lie completely. Someone who once made great decisions and offered great advice begins to do the exact opposite which has given the entire race the tarnished reputation they now possess and giving birth to a new name that has completely erased the old. A slur that Lucasta despises. "Spinners" they call them. For all the intricate lies they weave.

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Hey! I'd be down to join, sounds fun! I just don't know where the discord is!

BLOOD & IRON: IMPERIAL AMBITION

Oasir Queendom

Name of your Nation: Oasir Queendom




Type of Government: Theological Matriarchy

Demographics & Population: Humans are the majority within Oasir, due to their closed borders policy. Outsiders who stumble upon the kingdom are often executed or sold into slavery, though the law prohibits women from being slaves and usually pardons them. The country is estimated to have about one million residents.

Governance & Politics: The people of Oasir believe that women are superior to men, the roles of both sexes are completely reversed from the rest of the world. While women run the country, go to work, and learn to fight, men are expected to care for the children and remain “out of sight, out of mind.”

The country worships a goddess known as “Delphion” and believes an avatar of her exists amongst the people, a female child born every thirteen years; often with a strange and unpredictable talent for magic and a distinctive birthmark. This young girl is elevated from whatever station she may hold and becomes the Queen of Oasir for precisely thirteen years. The queens cabinet is made up of former queens who often provide the newcomer council and assistance during her reign.

Most court cases and disputes are seen by the queen herself, and the castle, alongside its religion, holds so much power that leadership in other sections and areas seems almost unnecessary.

Culture & Society: Delphion is the goddess of wild animals and the hunt. A virgin goddess and protector of childbirth. Her avatar within Oasir is said to be granted a plethora of abilities associated with the Goddess and therefore makes the perfect leader. To the people of Oasir this is an indisputable fact, not an opinion or more coincidence as some may see it.

With the roles of men and women reversed, an outsider may feel very unwelcome in the Queendom. Marriage does not exist in Oasir, it is an absurd concept they are unaccustomed to. They do not believe in lifelong partnership and therefore have not been very friendly with other nations in the past; due to their outright refusal of any marital alliance.

It is considered disrespectful within Oasir for a man to speak or face a woman. In the rare case that a man works, he can be found within the mines or the red light district. Other than that, they are often taking care of the children and are more so indentured servants as opposed to citizens. They are also unable to participate in war.

The women of Oasir are strong. Perhaps the most famous event they are known for is something called the “Wild Hunt.” It is no mystery that the land Oasir was built on is home to a series of dangerous beasts and the warrior women within the Queendom have no problem taming or killing. It is customary for every young Oasir woman to pair herself with a “familiar” or a “spirit animal” often a dangerous creature they managed to tame and see a little bit of themselves in. Rumors from other nations have spoken of the women hunting men in the Wild Hunt! But those are just rumors….

In recent years, they have begun to trade more with other nations and are trying to build up relationships and allies.

Magic & Technology:
Technology:
Modern technology is beyond their comprehension. Things like guns and automobiles are forever out of reach.

Magic:
Magic is a strange thing in Oasir. It is seen as a gift from the goddess they worship, Delphion. The stronger one's magic may be, the closer that connection; with the highest of course being the avatar who sits upon the throne.

Glyphs are the most common form of magic, allowing someone to teleport from one location to another, summon immaculate creations, defend themselves, etc. It is very rare to find someone from Oasir who is a “master” of magic, aside from the queen and the former queens.

Military Overview: Despite being aggressive people, they often try to solve problems with diplomatic solutions due to the queen. Without leadership the nation would almost certainly have fallen into war a time or eight.

Armies are usually led by former queens and consist of women with animal companions which aid them in battle. While they are a force to be reckoned with on land, as every woman is trained in combat from a very young age, they lack power in the sea or sky. Though they have ships, many of their people get seasick quite easily and the ability to fly is out of their technological comprehension.

Beneath the Corridors - A Multi-Fandom, Danganronpa Inspired Killing Game!

I'd love to join : )

Fate/Eigengrau

@Daisuki Approved! You can go ahead and post it in characters.

Just be aware that the chain NP may only be used on one person at a time, and locks only one of their NPs, not all of them.

Fate/Eigengrau

Parenthia carried herself with poise and grace, her arrival in Japan was not one of shock. She kept up with recent world events, as irrelevant as they were to her daily life. Knowledge was power and if the world was to end, she would like to know. Alas, the world was not ending. Japan was merely brought into a lull, a time of slowness and depression that history has often bred. Though this was not due to poor leadership or human ignorance but mother nature herself. Parenthia truly did not care. Whether Japan recover from this or not, it did not affect her. She did not live here nor did she have any desire to. This location, Fuyuki City specifically, was nothing more than an arena to the woman. A place to battle and be done with it!

Having found herself in possession of Command Spells, she was thrilled to be a master of this war and was given a catalyst by her family in order to summon a quote-unquote powerful servant. Though the Metaxas line had never participated in a true grail war, they had always been prepared for one and it was for that very same reason that they possessed an estate within Fuyuki, though not near as grand and immaculate as other families it got the job done.

Once the ritual was completed, she stared blankly. Sitting at a table in a cozy living room. "Oh, it's you." She said, so nonchalantly, so casual! Nearly any Heroic Spirit would have been disrespected by her tone. "To be frank I was hoping for your sister, but I suppose one shouldn't complain about summoning a servant of the Saber class. Would you care for some tea?" She questioned, lifting the kettle and tilting her head ever so slightly.

Fate/Eigengrau

@darkred I believe there is one master position open.

Fate/Eigengrau

A TV flickered on and off from within the window of a small hole-in-the-wall store. It apparently sold all types of electronics, but the recent news, as broadcasted on the TV, had done a number on the economy and decreased foot traffic heavily turning a city that never slept into one of eternal slumber.

The white noise eventually found root in a nearby news station, featuring a man in his late 30s. A meteorologist, apparently. He spoke of the obvious catastrophic event, the recent volcano eruption which has hidden the sun and darkened the sky.

"We've never seen anything quite like this? Have we? Some superstitious citizens claim it is an omen of bad things yet to come. The volcano erupted a month ago, and still, Japan as a whole is suffering from its aftermath. People from all over have begun to call this period of time..."

The TV paused briefly before kicking back on.

"Black summer."
"Black summer."
"Black summer."

A hundred different voices, one from the TV, another from a radio. There wasn't a single person within Fuyuki City unaffected by the event. Businesses that had been around forever were forced to close. Crime rates had skyrocketed. None of this was surprising but it left everyone wondering... when would it come to an end? Though it mattered to the citizens, it made no difference to those who had recently arrived within the city of despair. They weren't trying to solve mother natures mystery; they had a war to fight. But there was one man among them, though far from a new arrival; still a participant in the war none the less who wished to answer that question.

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Overseer

"What an unfortunate coincidence, Japan thrown into a time of turmoil right as the war begins..." He shook his head, "No. Not coincidence. Divine intervention." In his hand was a dancing wine of glass, swirling as he moved it in a circular motion, a tidal wave within a crimson sea.

The masters had been selected, the servants summoned. "A wish must be worth one's life. It is a gamble? Is it not?" He was talking to no one; himself aloud; perhaps God. Unexplainable really. He took a sip of his wine. "I hope to meet these prospects. The lambs God has selected for the slaughter. Surely the connection exists? A war founded on heresy and a black cloud that has plunged these sacred lands into wickedness." He sighed, closing the bible in front of him to reveal a stack of newspapers referencing the eruption. That topic of conversation was inescapable.

If all goes well, the heretics will take care of themselves. Well... until then." He abandoned the cup of wine, and everything else on his desk, footsteps echoing through the church.

It was a beautiful building, with a natural glow that poured through the stained glass in just the right way. He had walked towards this spotlight, his feet gliding across a velvet carpet and passing pew after pew; allowing that lighting to paint him in his best form. "Let night one begin..."

Fate/Eigengrau

@ManyThings Okay! So a few things we need to tackle here.

I'd lower either strength or agility by one rank.

Theseus has not ALWAYS been seen as the Son of Poseidon, most stories called him the son of Aegeus which you chose to represent with a -, but I think we should knock that down to C to keep it realistic.

I also do not understand why riding is A+ when his story, for the most part, is not about riding/sailing, it is about everything between. If that is the case, and you wish to go with the ship as his main mount, you'd need the "Voyager of the Storm" skill and you could drop riding altogether.

I still believe he qualifies as a rider and that the sheet works, but I think a lot of the stats are elevated to an unrealistic and unfair level given his story.

The road to Athens is fine, it makes a lot of sense!

The affection of the Sea God feels more like a Noble Phantasm and less like a skill, I will ask that you remove that all together, or replace a current NP with that, even if it is an altered version.

Bravery is fine.

I think you should choose between the bull or the thread about these Noble Phantasms. Yes, some servants have Three Noble Phantasms but the most common amount is only having one! That being said, I'm not opposed to three, I just don't think BOTH of those are worth keeping. If it were me, and you truly want to run with the Poseidon aspect of his story, then I would get rid of both of those and do the affection of the sea god as an NP, and expand on that.

If you want the bull to be his mount and not the ship, then that changes a lot of stuff as well! So I'd pick the ship or the bull, but the ship is probably the more solid option.