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The Crucible - Winner Take All

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Nocte of Desperatio: A PMMM-based roleplay

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Nocte of Desperatio: A PMMM-based roleplay

Minerva Frietchinkov

Human

Name: Minerva Frietchinkov

Age:17

Appearance:

She's relatively tall, at around 170cm, with around 55kg in weight.

Personality:
A normally quiet person, she was nevertheless stubborn in her own way. Hardheaded enough to stand firm in what she believes in, but not enough to blind her to reason. However, she was only really concerned about herself and her family. Anyone else wasn't of her concern, not unless she stands to gain from them. Not that that quality often shows itself to others, for she'd much rather stay cooped up in her room and read. Without a doubt, she favours being indoors as much as she could, loathing the hassle of going out and actually being presentable. It didn't help that she wasn't exactly good around people. However, she did take any responsibilities she had seriously, even those that required her to go out. Tends to take mannerisms and behaviours from things she had read in certain situations.

Backstory: Having lost her mother since birth, she lived with her father, a simple man who did everything he could to make ends meet. It wasn't enough however. Bills after bills came, and debt started piling up. She worked a sidejob, her father worked extra hours, but still it wasn't enough.

One night a strange cute creature came up to her and introduced itself as Kyubey. Convinced it was a dream, she started talking to it. It was quite odd for her to do so, considering she never really talked much to anyone not her father, but she felt as if she trust the little critter. It was a cute animal after all, one she wasn't familiar with, and it was talking as well. Thus, when it offered her a wish, in exchange for a life of fighting against witches, she didn't give it more than a second second thought before asking for a wish.

It was a simple wish, made with thoughts of her father and his rants when he thought he was alone.

For such a nebulous wish, it was still granted. However, being as nebulous as it was, it was no surprise when what she got wasn't really what she wished for. Her father did get his connection and success, but it was in the criminal underworld instead. He gained, very quickly, money and influence, changing her life rapidly from a struggling girl barely able to afford lunch to a rich pampered miss with everything she could ever want.

Minerva had tried confessing what she did to her father, but he, now being one of the kingpins of a major crime syndicate, simply dismissed it as her fleeting fancy.

Her life as a magical girl wasn't that great either. She didn't have any real skill to use, nor any real physical skills to use in combat. Only her relatively large pool of mana seemed to be the only thing she had going for her. That was, until she figured out she could simply use her father's connection to help, bringing in smuggled weapons and vehicles to help with her nightly excursions. Her father didn't mind, thinking it just another one of her phases. They certainly have more than enough money to burn.

Wish: "I see. Then, I wish for my father to finally gain that connection and success he always talked about."

Skills: She didn't have much in terms of skills; she mostly relies on her own knowledge and on what she read about. Even without a driving license, she could drive a variety of vehicles, and those she couldn't she would just use her ability on. Other than that, she has the ability to read quickly, great instinct and great manual dexterity.

Weaknesses: She doesn't have any real great physical traits, nor any real training.

Magical Girl

Appearance and Theme Color: Red.

Her soul gem is located on her right hand as a red gem.
Magical Weapon: A white hilted sword with a black blade, and a long strip of white cloth attached to the scabbard and her hand.
Magical Ability: Her ability manifests as a fog, as nebulous as her wish. She can spread it out to around 300m in a radius around her as well as change the fog's color. However, her wish for influence did give the fog the ability to manipulate and enhance vehicles as well as the ability to store vehicles — and anything non living within the vehicle — inside the fog itself..

Physical stats
Attack = 1
Defense = 1
Agility = 2 + 1
Mana = 5 + 2

Experience = 6 + 1

Despair
3

Karmic Potential
4

Nocte of Desperatio: A PMMM-based roleplay

@Shaymin

Alrighty, added in those points. Tell me when I can put it in teh char tab. ^^

Nocte of Desperatio: A PMMM-based roleplay

@Shaymin
Sure. It simply surrounds, and then infuses the vehicle and causes all its stuff to function to her will. Meaning it will run without gas, coz magic, and she can control it to her will. Enhancing simply means stuff like making it able to run on vertical surfaces and such. Like a ninja vehicle. Dissolving it means shes able to store multiple vehicles by first surrounding and infusing the fog into it, then dissolving it and anything she puts in it (that is not alive) into the fog to be able to be reformed later, so loose items inside the car remains in the car during and after storage. She CAN bring and control a whole shitload of vehicles at the same time, but that uses a lot of mana, which means her soul gem turns darker sooner. So uhm, thats not really beneficial. Goes without saying that larger vehicles with larger mechanical parts to move needs more mana.

So these vehicles are mostly used to get around faster as well as giving her more options for mobility, more strength behind her slash with the sword as she goes past the enemy, stash stuff she needs in the trunk etc.

And yes, I am aware. I can change some of them if you want. ^^;

Nocte of Desperatio: A PMMM-based roleplay

Hope this is alright.

Minerva Frietchinkov

Human

Name: Minerva Frietchinkov

Age:17

Appearance:

She's relatively tall, at around 170cm, with around 55kg in weight.

Personality:
A normally quiet person, she was nevertheless stubborn in her own way. Hardheaded enough to stand firm in what she believes in, but not enough to blind her to reason. However, she was only really concerned about herself and her family. Anyone else wasn't of her concern, not unless she stands to gain from them. Not that that quality often shows itself to others, for she'd much rather stay cooped up in her room and read. Without a doubt, she favours being indoors as much as she could, loathing the hassle of going out and actually being presentable. It didn't help that she wasn't exactly good around people. However, she did take any responsibilities she had seriously, even those that required her to go out. Tends to take mannerisms and behaviours from things she had read in certain situations.

Backstory: Having lost her mother since birth, she lived with her father, a simple man who did everything he could to make ends meet. It wasn't enough however. Bills after bills came, and debt started piling up. She worked a sidejob, her father worked extra hours, but still it wasn't enough.

One night a strange cute creature came up to her and introduced itself as Kyubey. Convinced it was a dream, she started talking to it. It was quite odd for her to do so, considering she never really talked much to anyone not her father, but she felt as if she trust the little critter. It was a cute animal after all, one she wasn't familiar with, and it was talking as well. Thus, when it offered her a wish, in exchange for a life of fighting against witches, she didn't give it more than a second second thought before asking for a wish.

It was a simple wish, made with thoughts of her father and his rants when he thinks he was alone.

For such a nebulous wish, it was still granted, however, being as nebulous as it was, it was no surprise when what she got wasn't really what she wished for. Her father did get his connection and success, but it was in the criminal underworld instead. He gained, very quickly, money and influence, changing her life rapidly from a struggling girl barely able to afford lunch, to a rich pampered miss with everything she could ever want.

Minerva had tried confessing what she did to father, but he, now being one of the kingpins of a major crime syndicate, simply dismissed it as her fleeting fancy.

Her life as a magical girl wasn't that great either. She didn't have any real skill to use, nor any real physical skills to use in combat. Only her relatively pool of mana seemed to be the only thing she had going for her. That was, until she figured out she could simply use her father's connection to help, bring in smuggled weapons and vehicles to help with her nightly excursions. Her father didn't mind, thinking it just another one of her phases.

Wish: "I see. Then, I wish for my father to finally gain that connection and success he always talked about."

Skills: She didn't have much in terms of skills; she mostly relies on her own knowledge and on what she read about. Even without a driving license, she could drive a variety of vehicles, and those she couldn't she would just use her ability on. Other than that, she has the ability to read quickly, great instinct and great manual dexterity.

Weaknesses: She doesn't have any real great physical traits, nor any real training.

Magical Girl

Appearance and Theme Color: Red.

Her soul gem is located on her right hand as a red gem.
Magical Weapon: A white hilted sword with a black blade, and a long strip of white cloth attached to the scabbard and her hand.
Magical Ability: Her ability manifests as a fog, as nebulous as her wish. She can spread it out to around 300m in a radius around her as well as changing the fog's color. However, her wish for influence did give the fog the ability to manipulate, and enhance, vehicles as well as storing vehicles and all their nonliving content into itself.

Physical stats
Attack = 1
Defense = 1
Agility = 2 + 1
Mana = 5 + 2

Experience = 6 + 1

Despair
3

Karmic Potential
4

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Hazel Baker
Friday, 18th of September, 06:00

Early morning, and Hazel was already awake. It was not by the actions of any outside force, but the result of an internalized clock and years of routine. And routine dictated she must exercise in some way.

First however, she must rid herself of her dirty clothings. After going out and getting told by the guards she cannot go out naked, Hazel decided her second objective was to find some sort of clothing. Rummaging through the various drawers, she found a few bits of snacks, which she gulped down almost immediately, and several robes of a deep maroon color. It covered her well, but if she even bent over or walked around in a strong breeze, it would be readily apparent that the robe was all she had on.

Finally in the gym, after getting some guard's permission, she started running on a treadmill, thinking back to everything that had happened.

It still felt strange for her to run around like this. Stranger still when this place seemed to be some sort of fancy abode; she had never seen a place as gaudy as this before in her life. Even the bed seemed extremely comfortable and large. To make things better, Hazel had even found an instrument they called a piano. She liked it a lot, though she had did nothing during the day but make some odd discordant noises. Until the nighttime where Angelique came and taught her a little bit about pianos.

Finally tiring, she stopped the treadmill, and completed the rest of her exercise, before returning.

Nocte of Desperatio: A PMMM-based roleplay

Yes pls. Ill have a cs up when i can.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Took longer than i thought. All i can manage for now, have stuff to do. Sorry.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

“We do not have to fight, but I'm afraid I need something of yours in order to continue. My wish isn't much—just to sweep away all the universe's evil. But I'll do whatever it takes.”

Juniper took a deep breath as a drone came and started buzzing out its announcement again. Another fight? So this person was who she was up against. She did not expect to find another contestant so soon. The metal man had that look, one she was familiar with. It was not a look solely by the refugees she often found and saved from those gangs that warred with each other. No, there was some of those madmen wearing the same look, whether they be haunted by their past, or something else more tangible.

"A hero? Don't make me laugh." She stopped just in front of the metal man. "What sort of 'hero' gleefully gathers souls to fulfill their own wish?"

Perhaps, just like her, he was drawn to the tournament because of the prize, but was not told of how that wish was going to be granted. But, unlike her, he did not seem to be reluctant to take the other's soul. How many souls had he already reaped? Even in self defense, she was reluctant to kill. Indeed, she had just knocked out her first opponent, even when he was trying hard to kill her.

"So tell me," She started rubbing her chin, "Are you truly fighting for a just cause? Or is that just what you tell yourself?"