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Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Judea

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"Mgmgmgmg.."

Ah... to be rewarded with a vacation. It was a great idea. After all, good work should be rewarded, and one shouldn't look gift horses in the mouth. The ship ride didn't bother her one bit either, considering her natural affinity for water. Her luggage bag was secured and filled with her favourite things, as well as a few pieces of clothing. Both she and Sloane deserves the rest.

"Hmmmgmgmgmg..ngp. Mgmgmgmg..." Another fresh chocolate bar, fished out of her front pouch to replace what she had finished.

There was the book she was given to, seemingly written by their teacher with information about the island, but she read none of it. It tasted alright however.

But... Despite still munching on the inordinately large chocolate bar, she was slowly noticing the unease and anxiety in the group. It seems everything wasn't what it was. This wasn't the holiday island they were promised. Was it an uprising or a sudden event? There was nothing about any strange events in the ad. Considering how surprised their teacher was, she doubted their teacher could have orchestrated this event either. But... it was hard to tell if it was someone higher up orchestrated this event, or if they truly didn't know. There was also the chance that, she, Judea, was specifically...

Her train of thought derailed as she saw her teacher approach a strange drinking fountain. Judging from all the warnings scribbled around it, it was cursed or charmed, or otherwise trapped in some way. Judea would have warned the teacher, but she was too busy munching to even be able to vocalize anything before she drank of the well.

"Ah..." She approached the turned teacher, stopping by Sloane to place a reassuring arm on her shoulders. A good girl, but one that seemed to worry her head off at every little thing. Charming girl. "Too late, huh? I wanted to warn her but it'd be rude to speak with one's mouth full."

Rummaging in her front pouch, she continued. "Good thing I'm here. I made potions just for..." Pulling out a vial containing orange liquid, she stopped immediately upon reading the label. Watermelon? The red one was labeled oranges, and the blue was guava. Closing her eyes, Judea inhaled slowly.

She forgot. She forgot she brought nothing but snacks and drinks on this journey. Her front pouch, usually filled with useful items, was just full of her preferred concentrated juice and snacks. There was no expectations that she'd be needing any of those here after all. The students were already worked up, like that one she wasn't really at all familiar with beyond his name, and the rather shy person inching closer. Partners huh?

"Well, let us move, and find somewhere else to stay before we decide anything else. No sense getting worked up here at the moment." A calm statement to reassure the more timid of them, and to give the more stout of heard an objective to move towards. She grabbed the teacher sheep by the wool and started dragging it along disregarding any bleats of protest. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her usual gentle smile stretched a little too wide as she turned to regard the rest of those who came. "Unless any of you wants to find out how many of these odd citizens are actually enemies or spies?"

Judea wasn't moving in any particular direction, but she knew where she wanted to be, near a body of water with shelter, far away from these lifeless creatures masquerading as citizens.

Cardinal Rift

Erika

ℂardinal ℝift

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ℙersonal 𝕀nformation

Name: Erika ‘Mechanica’ Sid
Age: 24
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: She stands at about 198cm tall with her legs(around 88cm without), and a rather slender yet toned build. One can scarce ignore the scars all over her body, and her missing limbs if she opts to take off her overcoat. With it, she seemed strangely tall due to her longer legs hidden under it, with a longer left arm, and a shorter right. The most prominent feature, due to its location on her face, was a large burn, though hidden behind her hair.

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𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth

Reputation: A pleasant person, all smiles and manners. Polite, agreeable but not annoyingly so, or the sort to be eager to please. For most Croanians, there was an odd quirk of her scrunching up her nose at any beastmen around, which tends to be found dead somewhere, mutilated, skinned or otherwise butchered in some sort of capacity, but no one really paid any mind to those; criminals were a dime a dozen and better the beastmen than them after all. Indeed what most would pay attention to most was her dangerous obsession with technology, explosives and black powder. Otherwise, people would pretty much agree she approached things in a very mercenary fashion. A fair exchange of money, for her talents.

Alignment: Technologist. She’s one, so logically she was very much in favour of techies.

Skills: When it comes to machines, she was horrifically talented in it. Perhaps not in an academic sort of way, she can’t identify which part was which most times, but from sheer instincts and learning. Her first prototypes of using miniaturized servos and pneumatic servos outright tore her limbs apart was an utter failure, yet served as the basis of her current equipment. Also one of the few willing to experiment with explosives, being familiar with its make and usage.

Less a skill and more a trait was her instincts and intuition, something she learned to make use of in almost every thing she does.

Backstory: A fair lass born in the northern most parts of Young, she lived in a relatively remote town. Her life wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, she ran here and there, played with other children in her neighborhood, climbed the occasional tree and got in trouble as all young children were wont to do.

One day however, a person, claiming to be a person of the future, and to give a glimpse of what the future could hold gave a show on the streets. It was of course, all theatrics, and small glimpses of impressive stuff that didn’t have any practical application like a spinning magnet levitating on top of another magnet, but yet, as a young child, she was captivated by it.

While her grades weren’t really the best, she kept tinkering in her father’s workshop, until she got it into her head to miniaturize those power armor she heard about. Wouldn’t it be better if it was smaller, and more convenient? And thus, with her first prototype, she succeeded in making a system that worked, but without the foresight to put in a failsafe,, she tore herself apart almost limb from limb due to a malfunction. It did not stop her however. From that failure, she learned how to make a functioning prosthetic to serve as her missing arm. Then from there, working legs. Then mini servos and actuators. Better arm prosthetics that moved its fingers. And so on and so forth.
In the town, her inventions weren’t really trusted, for one did not simply forget that she had literally torn herself apart before with one malfunction, and soon she started to take on work elsewhere, both to prove her inventions work, and to work on her inventions.
When it came to testing, live tests were often the best after all.
Miscellaneous: Anything you want to put in that doesn't fit anywhere else.

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𝕋echnology

Equipment: Pneumatic Aerial Navigation Harness, a design that was wildly unorthodox compared to the rest of the northern regions. It was, for one, not just a harness, but a set of machines connected to her.

Main Unit: Includes the compression tanks mounted on her front, and the main engines in the back. The main compression tank is mounted on her chest, with smaller auxilliary compression tanks mounted beneath. All have individual intakes and outtakes to prevent one puncture making all of them useless, as well as having some added advantages like being able to compress air in all of them individually. The tanks also provide a surprising amount of protection from attacks on those parts, considering the strength and thickness of the metal used. It was not desirable to take impacts on the tanks that contains compressed gas, but at least it was not hitting her. Has four variable outtake pipes on it to release compressed gas.

Entire left arm: A claw gripped arm, with a heated hand so hot it could ignite clothing spontaneously and start to cook her from its sheer heat if she let it go that high without precautions. Has a grappling hook attachment on the forearm. High strength and durability due to it being mechanical in nature.

Right hand Gauntlet: A gauntlet containing twinlinked pneumatic shooters, firing 1cm wide steel balls at surprising speeds and power. Magazines contains 30 steel balls for each side of the barrel, for a total of 60, using a simple spring loaded feeding method. Has a grappling hook attachment under the forearm. Extra magazines are kept on her overcoat. Gloves made from multiple aramid meshes, similar to her overcoat.

Braced exoskeleton: In what she would say a spurt of inspiration, and others would call a burst of madness, she grafted metal parts onto some of her bones to support her usage of the harness, making it so both bone and metal would support whatever stress her body is going through. Connects her to the harness, providing her with a significant increase in strength and speed by itself, without the bulk or weight of a power suit, though a power suit usually has more strength and speeds..

Pinned black powder cylinders: A dangerous contraption with which she can summon an explosion at will. The pin needed to be pulled first, and after a 5 second delay, the cylindrical device explodes in a spectacular fireball.

Overcoat: A large overcoat she uses to cover her entire body, as well as carry her munitions on her contracts. Features an underslung grenade holder, attachments for more pockets and parts, and a large ring of pockets to house her magazines, attachments, and other tools she might carry. Constructed of multiple overlays of tough aramids meshes crisscrossing, providing a surprising amount of protection and snugness, essential in the cold.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Oh hey vance, long time no see lmao.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Judea

Name / Nicknames: Judea

Age:18

Gender: Female

Role:
Meister

Special Trait:
Witch(Capybara)

Strengths: As a witch, she can very much fight without a Weapon, utilizing her own magic. Based around body modifications, she could modify her own body on the fly for various effects. Should she manage to get into contact with another's body, she could very well modify those as well. Otherwise, she has other smaller spells like any witch, but her best works needs a workshop, time and materials to produce, which was why she started looking towards more mundane gears to protect herself. Has no qualms using anything to gain the upper hand. If she was near water however, she can empower many of her abilities, as well as being able to move easily inside them.

As a Meister, she's proficient with mostly melee weapons, ironic considering she was compatible with most Weapons due to her own personality and her nature as a Capybara witch. While she can shoot ranged Weapons, CQC was where she was best at. She works best in a group as a supporting role, but was strongest if working with another Witch as Witches tend to be.

Weaknesses: As a witch, she lacks the explosive power many Witches have, or even the stronger familiars some have, her repertoire being very much close ranged in nature. While she does have some spells for longer ranges, it has no where near the sheer power a certain pumpkin witch has, or even that certain frog witch. Most of her spells are also supportive in nature. Any good opponent that can fight in range, can and will overpower her should she not be able to get closer for a more decisive strike.

As a Meister, while she was no pushover solo, it meant that she cannot bring out her potential; a capybara witch works best with strong minions surrounding them after all.

Partner:

Soul Type and Appearance: An oddly laidback looking soul, purple in color, with a vague facsimile of her hair style.

Appearance:


Personality: A friendly caring sort of person, the type to persuade someone gently on why they shouldn't do certain things. Gives off a feeling of that older sister, warm and forgiving. Takes a lot to anger or rile up, with a certain level of protectiveness to those she considers her charges. She was still a Witch however, and like an older sister, tends to be overbearing and headstrong when riled, or roused. Has no qualms digging up someone's weaknesses and using it against them, or any other sort of moves other would call conniving or underhanded. This doesn't happen often however, as she was mostly pleasant and calm most of the time. Has a habit of stocking up on food while simultaneously also eating almost all the time. Extremely selective of what she eats.

Backstory: Not every Witch shared the same sentiments of being at peace with DWMA. It was hard to forget that fear after all. That fear that some day, you would be hunted, and your soul eaten to make a Death Scythe which would hunt down more of your kind. It was hard to forget that fear, even if your higher ups decided to make peace.

Judea wasn't one of the stronger witches, thus she has been hiding for quite some time before peace was made, and even more after that. She lived as far as she could from people, going out only from time to time when she was forced to. But as time passes, and she had the opportunity to join DWMA as a Meister. It was a unique opportunity, and she told herself she'd just join to see what it was like, before bailing out if she didn't feel like continuing. It was a bit worrying at first, with her Soul Protect never letting up even with those close to her, but soon, as the days passed, she relaxed a bit more, enjoying her time a little more.

She went to school regularly, she helped with the assignments, did the trainings, complained about the trainings, and generally got along with the other students. While that fear never really disappeared, at the very least, she was finally surrounded by people and socializing, something she realized she had been starved of.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Judea

Name / Nicknames: Judea

Age:18

Gender: Female

Role:
Meister

Special Trait:
Witch(Capybara)

Strengths: As a witch, she can very much fight without a Weapon, utilizing her own magic. Based around body modifications, she could modify her own body on the fly for various effects. Should she manage to get into contact with another's body, she could very well modify those as well. Otherwise, she has other smaller spells like any witch, but her best works needs a workshop, time and materials to produce, which was why she started looking towards more mundane gears to protect herself. Has no qualms using anything to gain the upper hand. If she was near water however, she can empower many of her abilities, as well as being able to move easily inside them.

As a Meister, she's proficient with mostly melee weapons, ironic considering she was compatible with most Weapons due to her own personality and her nature as a Capybara witch. While she can shoot ranged Weapons, CQC was where she was best at. She works best in a group as a supporting role, but was strongest if working with another Witch as Witches tend to be.

Weaknesses: As a witch, she lacks the explosive power many Witches have, or even the stronger familiars some have, her repertoire being very much close ranged in nature. While she does have some spells for longer ranges, it has no where near the sheer power a certain pumpkin witch has, or even that certain frog witch. Most of her spells are also supportive in nature. Any good opponent that can fight in range, can and will overpower her should she not be able to get closer for a more decisive strike.

As a Meister, while she was no pushover solo, it meant that she cannot bring out her potential; a capybara witch works best with strong minions surrounding them after all.

Partner:

Soul Type and Appearance: An oddly laidback looking soul, purple in color, with a vague facsimile of her hair style.

Appearance:


Personality: A friendly caring sort of person, the type to persuade someone gently on why they shouldn't do certain things. Gives off a feeling of that older sister, warm and forgiving. Takes a lot to anger or rile up, with a certain level of protectiveness to those she considers her charges. She was still a Witch however, and like an older sister, tends to be overbearing and headstrong when riled, or roused. Has no qualms digging up someone's weaknesses and using it against them, or any other sort of moves other would call conniving or underhanded. This doesn't happen often however, as she was mostly pleasant and calm most of the time. Has a habit of stocking up on food while simultaneously also eating almost all the time. Extremely selective of what she eats.

Backstory: Not every Witch shared the same sentiments of being at peace with DWMA. It was hard to forget that fear after all. That fear that some day, you would be hunted, and your soul eaten to make a Death Scythe which would hunt down more of your kind. It was hard to forget that fear, even if your higher ups decided to make peace.

Judea wasn't one of the stronger witches, thus she has been hiding for quite some time before peace was made, and even more after that. She lived as far as she could from people, going out only from time to time when she was forced to. But as time passes, and she had the opportunity to join DWMA as a Meister. It was a unique opportunity, and she told herself she'd just join to see what it was like, before bailing out if she didn't feel like continuing. It was a bit worrying at first, with her Soul Protect never letting up even with those close to her, but soon, as the days passed, she relaxed a bit more, enjoying her time a little more.

She went to school regularly, she helped with the assignments, did the trainings, complained about the trainings, and generally got along with the other students. While that fear never really disappeared, at the very least, she was finally surrounded by people and socializing, something she realized she had been starved of.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

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Cardinal Rift

Eska

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Without warning, a blade flashed towards her face, an assailant unperceived in her state. Surprised, she raised an arm, catching the sword on her wooden bracer, the blade leaving a thin scratch on the bark. Almost as quickly, the vine wrapped around her arm surged towards him, its iron grip leaving them unable to pull their arm back, immobilizing them completely as it wrapped around their entire body.

"Yo-"

"Shut up."

The vines pierced his flesh, sending tendrils boring into his skin, and through his bones, as it rooted into the ground, growing longer and larger, before she retracted a small part of the vines back onto her arm. Ignoring his screams piercing through the silence of the town, she raked an angry gash in his chest, before she finally spoke again, the dull anger rising up again.

"Where is she?"

Eska didn't let up, the vines already boring through his bones growing slowly, fracturing what they grew through bit by bit. It didn't take long before he was sputtering out everything he had, literally and figuratively. So... these people here thought Eska and her kind as nothing more than mere animals, mindless beasts to be conquered and sold like livestocks. As base creatures meant only for slavery and entertainment.

Perhaps... perhaps she should show them what it meant to war with an Emmerret. What it meant to slight a shaman of the land. To hell with the notion of killing only when needed. Sometimes, one has to burn the weeds, eradicate the pests, to make sure everyone prospered. And right now... these humans seemed like a pest she needed to eradicate.

Steeling her will again, she glared at the man, his body writhing unnaturally before the vines burst out his back, splaying open his ribs, stretching out his lungs like some sort of demented wings. Yet he was still alive, just barely. Leaving him behind to slowly bleed to death, if no carrion birds start eating him alive, she set upon the task of gathering what she could, and perhaps making it so no one of these people ever settle here again.

Spirit Wielders!

Francoise K. Meriweather

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"A-are you sure?"

The sharp teeth on the small doll perched on her shoulder made her flinch for a moment, as it grinned widely.

"Cmon, little girl. You want to improve yourself, don't you? Be braver?" A small hand reached out to her cheeks squeezing hard enough to sting a little, her eyes following those small razor sharp teeth as the doll inched its face closer to hers. "Do it. Do it or I will devour you myself."

Fran gulped, and started walking out of her home, wearing a much less conservative outfit than her usual. It was just a simple dress under a short long sleeved jacket, but it was not the usual baggy stuffy clothing she wore. It was very much a much less restrained look, but it was setting off all sorts of alarms in Fran's head. What if she wasn't cute enough to pull this off? Won't she just look ridiculous? Would people just stare at her rather unglamorous hair? The class president had a much glossier hair which-

A sharp pain in her cheeks as the doll pulled harder.

"Oi... Let's go already. Or I'll tear you off piece by piece until you move."

Her breath caught in her throat, as she moved jerkily, finally getting out of her home's boundaries. Trying to be less shy wasn't an easy journey, but at least she had taken her first steps.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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"Welcome back to the world of the living." She greeted the ranger. "Got a bit hairy at the end there."

She didn't need to say anything else; obviously the ranger can figure out the rest. It... was a bit odd. She had conflicting feelings on her curse making her constitution durable enough to weather that rough bit of storm. If she had not been what she was, this would have turned out significantly different. Perhaps even disastrously so. Even then, it was a bit of a close shave.

Cardinal Rift

Eska

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This was it. There was barely any resistance, and what few that could still raise their swords or trying to work their magic was too weakened by the poisonous pollen to pose much threat. Regardless, she gave them a quick warrior's death. There was a certain kind of honor and integrity she could respect to continue fighting for their tribe, to feel the need to defend them even at the cost of their own lives. Considering it was nighttime, Eska doubted most of them would even know they were either dying or dead.

The place was eerily silent now, only her footsteps echoed throughout the streets as she made her way slowly to their chief's house. Reaching the main square, she turned her gaze upwards, the tree still slightly growing, the roots pushing the cobblestones apart as they worked their way deeper and wider to sustain it. The tree would serve as a monument to what happened here, with a record of what caused this to transpire to be inscribed on it later.

Reaching the chief collapsed in front of his fancy abode, she propped him up against his door, and decapitated him unceremoniously with the axe stuck in the door.

There was... nothing.

After all that, her rage had fizzled out, and replaced by nothing. Just nothing. Not even the feeling of strength thrumming throughout her body could alleviate that feeling. Her vision grew blurry, as she realized her knees had gone weak, her view being of the night sky as she collapsed. The mask had fallen, and warm tears streaked down her cheeks as she tried to choke back the unseemly noises she was making.

Jiko was gone.

Her only companion, her only friend, the one who had been by her side for so long. Gone because she wanted to gather a few more herbs before dark. Such foolishness, a idiotic move on her part. And now she had waged war on another tribe because of her own anger, killed more than she should. How was she to face her now, even if she did find her? How would she explain this to Jiko? She did not deserve all this power. For a moment, her mind went towards her knife, and how much it might solve if she just killed herself. Jiko will be strengthened, and she would regain her honor. Just for a moment however; she had not even the strength to even try.

"Jiko..." Eska sobbed. "What... what do I even do now..."