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Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

@Izurich

Awesome! Tysm for letting me know and my vote if I even get one... is totally for Hack too! Haha.

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

I've been sitting on these ideas for a while, and I am debating creating a roleplay out of them! Each of these settings requires about 3-5 players, with me as the GM. Below I have (pretty informally) listed the universes I have come up with! I want to stress the idea that these will be our stories, I want your characters to have unique pasts, presents, and futures that can impact the world. Think of it almost like a DnD game without the gross numbers and stats!

Crucible

CRUCIBLE

The ouroboros depicts a snake eating its own tail and in a way, that is precisely what our world has done...

Imagine if Dark Souls met Full Metal Alchemist.

Crucible is about a world in shambles. Magic exists only in the form of "Alchemy." However, it is not as complicated as other series present it. Alchemists often have an affinity towards one specific thing, be it the ability to transmute plants to attack for them, or alchemize machinery to create living dolls, being referred to as a “plant alchemist” and “automata alchemist” respectively. Alchemists are born, not created, and the world is not kind to those unfortunate enough to be born with the gift.

It is said they are bad luck, and that misfortune always finds them. The church has tasked itself with hunting any and every alchemist, blaming these beings for the world's suffering. Kingdoms fall, empires topple, and monsters emerge from the unknown.

You have been chosen, or perhaps merely caught within the church's clutches. A new project, their idea of fighting fire with fire. A church-sanctioned alchemist? Deplorable and laughable, the heresy of it all... yet that is your position. A dog collared by a God you likely don't believe in, forced to dance for whatever treat they toss your way.

It is now your job to hunt other alchemists, to stop the wicked creatures that have invaded this world, congratulations!

This is a dark fantasy through and through! It has a simple magic system with a lot of creative freedom. There are many warring factions here, and this is but glimpse of this entire world.

Hack

HACK

I never said I was the best boss in the world now did I? Yes yes... I know that Mars is currently a warzone, but somebody has to deliver the package.

What if Futurama married Star Wars but had an affair with the mailman who knew magic and their uncle was One Piece?

A persons program is unknown to them. Some go their entire lives without ever unlocking it, but some are lucky enough to be given access. A program is an ability that is said to be linked to one's soul, giving a person access to their "soul circuits", granting them an ability that warps reality (i.e., the ability to create fire or water). These people are called "Hackers" through the universe, though various races and planets, based on culture, may call them something completely different.

Perhaps it was a near-death experience, a dog bite, or a discovery that showed your passion in life. There are many ways to become a "Hacker" though oddly enough, people who intentionally try are often unsuccessful. It has been scientifically described as a "right place, right time" situation, a rarity.

Maybe you're a hacker, maybe you aren't. Either way, you work for Spacebound. An intergalactic delivery service that promises to go where no one else dares. Delivering a rare artifact to a war-torn country, or transporting a princess on-the-run back to her kingdom. There are many jobs that could come up, each one more dangerous than the last. Spacebound doesn't do background checks, and your boss could care less about the damage so long as the job gets done, so it's sure to attract a colorful cast of characters.

Even in an ever-expanding galaxy with millions of planets, late-stage capitalism has its faults. Star Dust Industries, a corporation headed by a woman named "Lamia" has stolen many stars from many a sky. The dust collected from these stars powers technology and weapons, allowing them to mimic magic on a lesser scale, akin to dust from RWBY.

ROYGBIV

ROYGBIV

Red or blue dear? Oh my... green? Well, I suppose we can make it work! I am merlin the miracle worker after all!

Nothing is confirmed, but the bedtime stories go something like this…

Once upon an eon, the Gods, in their celestial wisdom, decided to kick back and watch humanity unfold like a cosmic sitcom. It was like the ultimate reality show, and the Gods were armed with their popcorn, enjoying the peculiar evolution of mundanity.

But one God couldn't bear to see the poor creatures toil in their monochrome existence. Their fortresses were more like cardboard castles, and their idea of a gourmet meal was grilled roots. It was a bummer, really. Watching them struggle with tasks that to him, were mere finger snaps, he decided he had seen enough of the dreariness.

So, against the heavenly office memo, he bestowed upon humanity a gift. The legend tells of an old blind man who, instead of a cane, wielded a list of ludicrous demands and wild favors. Villagers scratching their heads, thinking, "Is this guy for real?" Of course, they played along. Lo and behold, he appeared, giving a thumbs up to the village for completing the ritual. With a wave of his divine hand, the world burst into color – goodbye drab and hello rainbow! And just when everyone thought it couldn't get more whimsical, he dropped the magic bomb, turning mundane into enchanting with a sprinkle of stardust.

Nobody is quite sure what happened after that, or if those events ever happened at all. This is the part where the story varies. The village used their newfound magic to kill the God, or wait, no! They made him their king and he chose to live life as a mortal! Either way, he is the only God still remembered today and many believe the others were purposely forgotten, having turned their back on a world that betrayed them.

His name was Arcus and in some ways, many consider this world to be his.

A world where mages are split into seven categories which determine their abilities. Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green, Purple, and Violet. A typical fantasy world akin to League of Legends, headed by a guild system and an abusive magic council that will do anything to stay in power! Magic is gained through complicated rituals, and usually have silly consequences.

You are attending Do Rei Mei Magical Academy, a community college that accepts nearly anyone and everyone. Graduation is just around the corner, and you will be put into the arena to showcase what you have learned to hopefully be selected by one of the worlds leading magic organizations! A guild.

These are my three concepts, and there's so much more to each and every one, but I got tired of typing! If you are interested, please comment below and maybe, just maybe, we can make one of these happen!

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

@Izurich

Oh of course! My bad, I meant to put it there anyway!!!

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

I've been sitting on these ideas for a while, and I am debating creating a roleplay out of them! Each of these settings requires about 3-5 players, with me as the GM. Below I have (pretty informally) listed the universes I have come up with! I want to stress the idea that these will be our stories, I want your characters to have unique pasts, presents, and futures that can impact the world. Think of it almost like a DnD game without the gross numbers and stats!

Crucible

CRUCIBLE

The ouroboros depicts a snake eating its own tail and in a way, that is precisely what our world has done...

Imagine if Dark Souls met Full Metal Alchemist.

Crucible is about a world in shambles. Magic exists only in the form of "Alchemy." However, it is not as complicated as other series present it. Alchemists often have an affinity towards one specific thing, be it the ability to transmute plants to attack for them, or alchemize machinery to create living dolls, being referred to as a “plant alchemist” and “automata alchemist” respectively. Alchemists are born, not created, and the world is not kind to those unfortunate enough to be born with the gift.

It is said they are bad luck, and that misfortune always finds them. The church has tasked itself with hunting any and every alchemist, blaming these beings for the world's suffering. Kingdoms fall, empires topple, and monsters emerge from the unknown.

You have been chosen, or perhaps merely caught within the church's clutches. A new project, their idea of fighting fire with fire. A church-sanctioned alchemist? Deplorable and laughable, the heresy of it all... yet that is your position. A dog collared by a God you likely don't believe in, forced to dance for whatever treat they toss your way.

It is now your job to hunt other alchemists, to stop the wicked creatures that have invaded this world, congratulations!

This is a dark fantasy through and through! It has a simple magic system with a lot of creative freedom. There are many warring factions here, and this is but glimpse of this entire world.

Hack

HACK

I never said I was the best boss in the world now did I? Yes yes... I know that Mars is currently a warzone, but somebody has to deliver the package.

What if Futurama married Star Wars but had an affair with the mailman who knew magic and their uncle was One Piece?

A persons program is unknown to them. Some go their entire lives without ever unlocking it, but some are lucky enough to be given access. A program is an ability that is said to be linked to one's soul, giving a person access to their "soul circuits", granting them an ability that warps reality (i.e., the ability to create fire or water). These people are called "Hackers" through the universe, though various races and planets, based on culture, may call them something completely different.

Perhaps it was a near-death experience, a dog bite, or a discovery that showed your passion in life. There are many ways to become a "Hacker" though oddly enough, people who intentionally try are often unsuccessful. It has been scientifically described as a "right place, right time" situation, a rarity.

Maybe you're a hacker, maybe you aren't. Either way, you work for Spacebound. An intergalactic delivery service that promises to go where no one else dares. Delivering a rare artifact to a war-torn country, or transporting a princess on-the-run back to her kingdom. There are many jobs that could come up, each one more dangerous than the last. Spacebound doesn't do background checks, and your boss could care less about the damage so long as the job gets done, so it's sure to attract a colorful cast of characters.

Even in an ever-expanding galaxy with millions of planets, late-stage capitalism has its faults. Star Dust Industries, a corporation headed by a woman named "Lamia" has stolen many stars from many a sky. The dust collected from these stars powers technology and weapons, allowing them to mimic magic on a lesser scale, akin to dust from RWBY.

ROYGBIV

ROYGBIV

Red or blue dear? Oh my... green? Well, I suppose we can make it work! I am merlin the miracle worker after all!

Nothing is confirmed, but the bedtime stories go something like this…

Once upon an eon, the Gods, in their celestial wisdom, decided to kick back and watch humanity unfold like a cosmic sitcom. It was like the ultimate reality show, and the Gods were armed with their popcorn, enjoying the peculiar evolution of mundanity.

But one God couldn't bear to see the poor creatures toil in their monochrome existence. Their fortresses were more like cardboard castles, and their idea of a gourmet meal was grilled roots. It was a bummer, really. Watching them struggle with tasks that to him, were mere finger snaps, he decided he had seen enough of the dreariness.

So, against the heavenly office memo, he bestowed upon humanity a gift. The legend tells of an old blind man who, instead of a cane, wielded a list of ludicrous demands and wild favors. Villagers scratching their heads, thinking, "Is this guy for real?" Of course, they played along. Lo and behold, he appeared, giving a thumbs up to the village for completing the ritual. With a wave of his divine hand, the world burst into color – goodbye drab and hello rainbow! And just when everyone thought it couldn't get more whimsical, he dropped the magic bomb, turning mundane into enchanting with a sprinkle of stardust.

Nobody is quite sure what happened after that, or if those events ever happened at all. This is the part where the story varies. The village used their newfound magic to kill the God, or wait, no! They made him their king and he chose to live life as a mortal! Either way, he is the only God still remembered today and many believe the others were purposely forgotten, having turned their back on a world that betrayed them.

His name was Arcus and in some ways, many consider this world to be his.

A world where mages are split into seven categories which determine their abilities. Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green, Purple, and Violet. A typical fantasy world akin to League of Legends, headed by a guild system and an abusive magic council that will do anything to stay in power! Magic is gained through complicated rituals, and usually have silly consequences.

You are attending Do Rei Mei Magical Academy, a community college that accepts nearly anyone and everyone. Graduation is just around the corner, and you will be put into the arena to showcase what you have learned to hopefully be selected by one of the worlds leading magic organizations! A guild.

These are my three concepts, and there's so much more to each and every one, but I got tired of typing! If you are interested, please comment below and maybe, just maybe, we can make one of these happen!

One Piece: The Sea Reaver Pirates Reborn

I'd be down! This honestly sounds so much fun.

Delta End

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Lucasta found herself in a blackened void surrounded by a pit of nothingness. The sound alone was horrifying because there was no sound. The silence was a terrible weapon, but great at instilling fear. The woman's feet were planted as she found herself paralyzed in place. Unable to see anything, as if she had been placed in a coffin and buried alive, but this was no coffin. She could feel the open space, but she was simply unable to reach it. This was the absence of everything, devoid of all life. A reoccurring dream Lucasta had frequently if a dream is truly what you wish to call it.

Out of nowhere blue threads began to spin themselves into existence, like thin streams of water swirling every which way, a bright and glowing contrast in the dark room. From the distaff of Lucasta's imagination, the threads formed a feminine figure with no discernable face or features. Lucasta attempted to move her feet, to take some sort of fighting stance, but she was glued to the floor. Whether that be her mind playing tricks on her or a literal trap she stumbled upon, she had yet to find out.

The sewn-to-life creation glided forward, levitating just above the concrete sea of black. Etching closer and closer, Lucasta eventually gave up her struggle, those threaded hands caressing her cheek, the creature's featureless face staring right at her, with it's blue body in the strangest of poses.

"Do not mess today up, girl. This.... is your destiny." And with those words, it planted a kiss on her forehead and that was that. Lucasta went to ask a question, she had worked up the courage to speak, managed to gain some semblance of strength but the cloud of dreams vanished and Lucasta awoke on a train, but not for natural reasons...

"Uhh, are you okay lady?" He looked like a teenager, poking and prodding the sleeping young woman as she appeared to be going through some sort of mental dilemma. A horrifying and confusing nightmare to be exact. Needless to say she had interrupted a passenger or two. "Why would you wake me up!?! I was just about to get some answers!?! Who the hell even ARE YOUUUUU!?!"

With that fit of outrage, the teenager just slid down to a farther away seat grimacing as he went. Maybe messing with crazy wasn't a good idea. "At least destiny has been kind to be so far. What would make today any different?" Lucasta shrugged, something of a fatalist, there was no need in worrying over something she couldn't change. If you couldn't guess, she was also something of a hypocrite.

Shortly after her rude awakening, the train came to a screeching halt. She was somehow saddened that she had missed all the sights on her way there. The city in all its glory wasn't something she could see very often. The 2nd Pillar. A few weeks ago this would have been so far out of reach, but something changed. The strings of fate had pulled her along like a puppet, leading her out of the frying pan but into a whole new fire. Life as an agent. Perhaps that is what the dream meant, but Lucasta knew it was so much more.

Eventually arriving at the building, she stood outside for a second. Ensuring her pointy witch's hat was on and pointed at the best angle it could be before taking a long, deep breath. Beginning to think of everything that had happened in order for her to land right here. Right now. "Go in already, we're gonna be late." Lucasta tensed up. "I was trying to have a moment...." Yes, she was arguing with a voice inside her head. Yes, stares from strangers came with that territory.

"You can only have one first impression, remember what we told you?" The voice was stoic and feminine, commanding even. "Yeah yeah yeah, don't mess this up. I know! I know! Chill out." This argument went on for several minutes, eventually becoming very heated before of course, that voice won! It always did. The sound of her high heels hitting the concrete could be heard as she made her way up the steps and into the rather extravagant building. Luckily she had been given a clear set of directions, alongside clearance, so finding the right elevator was pretty straightforward.

Seeing the multi-eyed girl at reception, Lucasta knew she was in the right place. Well, that and the several other people who had arrived for the very same thing. This was a new task force after all, not a solo project. The people she was looking at... well they would be her team. Pulling the brim of her hat downward, as if to cast a dramatic shadow on her face before crossing her arms, Lucasta felt no need to announce her arrival. They had her file, they knew exactly who she was. As for getting to know the others, that would come later.

Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

The mantis boy reminded her of something or someone Godzilla may fight, but seeing a tentacle from the corner of her eye quickly made Aori realize the irony of that comparison, or perhaps the hypocrisy. They both had mutant quirks! That was exciting. He approached her in such a nonchalant way it was shocking, clearly, he was a man of confidence! Or at least that is what Aori accessed. As he extended his hand she could only blink and then of course his hand went to her shoulder...

"Human contact...." She shivered, her eyes widening. And just like that, he ran away? What a masterful escape... the tentacles upon her head seemed to dance in frustration, whipping about through the air before slithering across her face in dread. He ran so fast... they couldn't catch him! Not that they really tried to. It wasn't a good idea to use her quirk like that on the first day, but, this was a boy! That one touch told her everything she needed to know. Her eyes were still shut as she pictured it.

Walking down the aisle, bouquet in hand, her beautiful white dress, that mantis boy who didn't even tell her his name. That's alright, she didn't need it. This daydream was interrupted by a girl's voice, Nadeko she called herself. Snapping back into reality, she was almost embarrassed. "Aori is excited yes, it is nice to meet you Nadeko..." That Nadeko girl moved fast, especially for a girl with no hands! Aori couldn't even finish her sentence. Well, not to the girls face; leaving her in the middle of the hallway talking to literally nobody but herself. Weird for others, normal for Aori.

"Aori just wanted to know if you would be her bridesmaid... guess not." Aori smirked, slouching as she walked all the way to whichever room she was assigned. She had no real preference, as long as she had a bed and a comfortable place to take care of her precious precious hair! Or, well, tentacles. Now the paper dolls she had been cutting were taking the shape of a preying mantis. It looks like a new obsession was on the rise...

Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

Aori had been up all night, unable to sleep due to the sheer excitement. Tomorrow marked her first day at a prestigious hero university, U.A. as they called it. The young girl's first step toward becoming a pro-hero. Sure, at one point in time she had wanted something a little different. To be a singer just like her mom, but that's life, isn't it? Things change, ideas come and go... like autumn into winter.

She paced around her room, heavy dark bags forming under her eyes. She looked like a mess, a monster befitting the mutant quirk she was born with. Eventually, she picked up a toy she had been acquainted with some time in the past, something she turned too on occasion when she was in desperate need of answers. A magic eight ball. Shaking it violently, "Will I have a good day tomorrow?" She asked, at first in a very sweet and kind voice.

Within the blue triangle, words floated into existence. "NO." It read, in all capital letters.

"Huh!? What do you mean no! Aori's day will be amazing, I KNOW IT!"

"Then why did you ask..." Foreign words for a machine programmed to have the most basic responses. It wasn't Aori's fault her parents had spent the extra dollar on a newer model. A "sassy and sarcastic" magic eight ball. Not really what she needed at the moment!

This went on pretty much all night, question after question, annoying answer after answer. When the sun finally came up, Aori had grown exhausted from her debates with the toy but the idea of school filled her with a burst of energy unlike any other. Unfortunately, that couldn't get rid of the eye bags.

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U.A. was massive. It stood before her like a mighty modern castle of education. Her hair rolled out in excitement and she twirled a tentacle in her fingertips. Mystery foam was running down the corner of her mouth as she daydreamed of her future to come. Not only was she going to become a hero, but she was going to meet people just like her. With a common interest.

Recently, she had gotten into the art of making paper dolls. Her newly-discovered current obsession. Therefore she always carried scissors and paper with her, for now anyway. In about a week that would be a dead hobby, joining her cemetery of forgotten interests. Therefore the drooling girl walked through the gates, keeping her head on a piece of paper she was snipping away at, attempting to get the "dolls" into heroic silhouettes.

Stopped by a robot who demanded her name, she gladly gave it away. "Aori Nagano." After approval, Aori continued onward, talking to herself the entire way. She was still pretty bent up about the events of last night...

"Aori will show that stupid magic eight ball, won't she?!? Ahahahahahaha!" Truth be told, she didn't really notice the other students. Not yet anyway. She wasn't used to having friends and found it hard to make them, most people avoided her. Even when walking through the crowd, slits of paper falling behind her as she sliced and sliced, nothing seemed to phase her.

When she finally reached the doors to the building, not just the courtyard or the gate leading up to it, she only had a few words to say. Mumbled under her breath. "It's hero time!!!" The words escaped her mouth very slowly, long and drawn out they brought upon a smile, a wicked and evil smile! She had no malicious intent, of course, she just happened to have REF. Resting evil face.

Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

Aori Nagano

Name: Aori Nagano
Hero Name: Calypso
Age: 15
Height: 5'7"
Home: Japan

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Quirk Type: Mutant
Quirk:
Tenta-Hair
Aori possesses a mutant quirk that causes her to grow long octopus-like tentacles in place of hair. The tentacles are surprisingly stretchy and almost elastic in texture, with suction cups that allow her to easily attach herself to people, surfaces, and objects. Once she has someone or something within her grasp, it is incredibly difficult to get it away from her. She can use these tentacles in order to restrain opponents, scale buildings, snatch objects, etc.
Quirk Weaknesses:
Obviously, any sharp objects pose a threat to these tentacles, and they must be maintained properly through a good diet and rigorous hair routine involving a hefty amount of dawn dish soap (though that is more of her preference). Damaged tentacles can regrow within a week or so of loss, provided Aori takes the right measures.

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Strengths:
Stealth
Cooking
Swimming
Weakness:
Singing
Cute Boys
Seasonal Depression

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Background/Personality:

Aori's mother was a small-gig singer and her father a simple fisherman. It was a loving household and the pair encouraged Aori to be whatever she wanted to be in life, allowing the young girl to form her own dreams and desires. Naturally, Aori wanted to be just like her mother. A beautiful songstress with an enchanting voice. Unfortunately, she inherited neither the looks nor the vocal cords yet was somehow ignorant to this fact. Still, if she wanted to be a singer, then she should reach for the stars. Her parents simply didn't have the heart to tell her it was a dream that wouldn't come true.

However, that didn't stop her fellow classmates. Through elementary she was teased and bullied about the outlandish goal, pushing that dream farther and farther into the distance. It wasn't until a certain Pro-Hero visited her middle school and gave a speech at graduation that her life regained purpose. The next day she told her parents that she no longer wanted to be a singer. She wanted to be a hero. Now, with a quirk like hers? That was doable. She began training for exams that very same day and to everyone's surprise, she passed.

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Aori develops crushes very easily, she is quick to mistake kindness for flirtation and is said to be incredibly clingy. As a shy girl who considers herself more a follower than a leader, she finds herself in the shadows watching from a distance. Most who meet her would call her weird or creepy, and she tends to have short-lived obsessions with certain people and or things; often basing her entire personality after a TV show, movie, or fandom she is currently in awe of.

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How did you get into UA?: Exams
What was a fateful moment in the exam or recommendation?: Aori does not consider herself to be a Kraken, and neither does U.A. apparently. While she performed decently during the entirety of the exam, it was her ability to save citizens that caused her to be ranked high in support.

Fate/Eigengrau

Assassin

Name: Dorothy Gale
Title: Witchslayer
Class: Assassin
Place of Origin: Kansas
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 110 lbs

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Personality: No matter the situation, Assassin will always stand up for what she deems is right. Despite her fragile demeanor and general dislike of violence, she understands why she has been summoned and has, for the most part, accepted it. She enjoys developing relationships and getting to know others, wanting to build a bond with her master no matter who they may be. She is very aware that in order to be a “good” mage, you must have loose morals and it is a practice she frowns upon. That is why she has no trouble utilizing her Noble Phantasm.

Assassin believes that a person is innocent until proven guilty, she will often give someone a warning or an opportunity to change before acting. Perhaps going against what she leads other people to believe, she has a secret fondness for killing evil-doers and enjoys playing the role of hero perhaps a little too much.

Her wish for the grail is for people to believe her story as real, not merely fiction as it’s been recorded.

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Biography: Does life imitate art? No. Art imitates life.

What most people do not know is that Dorothy Gale was a real girl, whisked away from her Kansas farmhouse into a magical world unlike any other. Within the Land of Oz she faced impossible tasks and met a multitude of friends, all in her journey to return home. Upon her arrival back to Kansas, news of her story spread quickly; though to most it was nothing more than an attention-starved child spouting countless lies.

These so-called lies drew the attention of Frank L. Baum who sat down extensively with Dorothy and eventually published her story into the one we know and love today, creating many more after that. What angered Dorothy is the fact that her story was published as fiction, despite the events she faced being very much real. Naturally that sparked outrage and retaliation in the plucky young woman, causing the Clocktower to intervene.

Looking into the history of Misses Gale the Clocktower discovered news about her past; specifically her parents abandonment of magecraft. A crime against the mage's association; punishable by death. Anyone who posed a legitimate threat to the mystery of the world would be taken care of and some brazen little wanna-be magus was no exception.

A tornado once again hit that small farm in Kansas and this time Dorothy was not spirited away to a magical land. She was gone. For good. Until now that is…

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Stats
Strength: D
Endurance: D
Agility: C++
Mana: B
Luck: A

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Class Skills:

Espionage: D
Assassin is not a cold-blooded killer like those who share her class. She never once lurked in the shadows and waited for the right moment to strike. She was merely an innocent girl thwarted into an unknown world, doing what she had to in order to get back home. Therefore, presence concealment is beyond her capabilities. Instead, she is seen just as her story describes. A harmless pigtailed delinquent.

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Personal Skills:

Protection of the Good Witch: A
No one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the Witch of the North. Those who wish to harm Assassin will find themselves thinking twice about the consequences and or giving up completely if they lack the necessary resistance.

Executioner C
Throughout her journey in the magical Land of Oz, Assassin was responsible for the reprimanding of several evil-doers and therefore does more damage against those of evil alignment. This also works on people whose actions are considered “evil” even if they are morally just.

Power In Numbers: D+++
The more allies Assassin made, the braver she became. This skill resembles valor in that regard, but only takes root when Assassin is surrounded by someone she considers a friend, able to be multiplied up to three times.

A Girl's Best Friend D
Toto is the sole reason Assassin wound up in Oz and therefore she has him to thank for her infamy. While her aunt and uncle took shelter, she was searching for Toto within a cyclone. That very same twister landed the pair right in the middle of Munchkin Land and toto made sure to protect Assassin the best he could along the journey.

While Assassin herself does not enjoy fighting, and finds it incredibly difficult to hurt others, Toto is a vicious and protective creature. Having threatened both a wicked witch and the self proclaimed king of the jungle, he is a fearless canine who fights on Assassin’s behalf.

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Noble Phantasms

There’s No Place Like Home
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
The infamous shoes of Assasin, originally the prized property of the Wicked Witch of the East, she had used the shoes in order to enslave the Munchkins, forcing them to slave away under her tyrannical reign day and night.

So how did the shoes come into the young girl's possession? After the sorceress was accidentally killed by a descending farmhouse, in which Assassin and her dog were passengers, she was credited with the liberation of the Munchkin people and given the silver slippers as a reward.

When activated by clicking her heels together three times and saying “there’s no place like home”, these shoes allow her (alongside anyone she is holding hands with) to metaphorically “traverse the yellow brick road” or in other words; teleport. In reality, it is not teleportation at all, and those with enough speed could attempt to stop the escape with an attack of sorts. The only prerequisite is that Assassin has to have been to the location at least once before.

You’re Melting
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Mystery
Truth be told, Assassin did not mean to kill the witch. Not the first or the second one for that matter! This bucket is the crystallization of the event which killed the Wicked Witch of the West, even if accidentally. A death is still a death.

A shiny copper bucket engraved with several jewels and symbols, it is much nicer than any bucket Assassin would have had in life. It could be used as a sort of blunt-force weapon, it is certainly heavy enough, but Assassin lacks the necessary strength to wield it in such a way.

Once its true name has been invoked, Assassin is capable of shooting a large stream of water at an opponent with damage equal to their mana stat. It does not target one's physical body but instead aims to melt away their magic circuits. While the damage this does to servants is questionable at best, it has a devastating effect on masters. Imagine that, years of hard work and research being washed away by a little girl with a bucket. A true magus killer.

Alignment: Lawful Good