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Cacophony Concord

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Skybound

Robert James Morgan
Fornacis' Deck

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The heavy thump of his boots upon the wooden deck, the fresh breeze coursing through his hair, the uneven footing as the ship yaws slightly in the wind. The wind seemed to chill his bones, the deck sometimes seemed to be nonexistent, falling far far below him, and the very ship seemed like it was about to throw him off.

But this, he welcomed these feelings, for the skies was where he belonged.

To be grounded was a far worse feeling than this. But for his luck to turn suddenly, to have the opportunity to make a name for himself again... His fortune had not run out yet.

Robert had once thought he'd make a name for himself on that military skyship long ago, but it was naught but a dream so long as he was doing but only the most menial of tasks, patrolling the skies with barely anything to do. After being discharged, the whaling boats were more exciting, the sheer thrill of the hunt, the danger that surrounded such a job that threw them head to head with a monstrous creature. And now, now he would have to see.

Would fame and fortune await, or will that take a bit more coaxing to do?

Skybound

Robert James Morgan

Name: Robert James Morgan

Age: 64

Appearance: Robert stood about 195cm or about 6'5", though with a lanky build. He wasn't often seen without his overcoat and hat, and his right hand was obviously replaced by a crude looking contraption. He was also missing a right eye, hidden under an eyepatch.

Gender/Sex: Male

Race: Human

Ship role: Any.

Background: There was once a sky captain who haunted the skies of all six Taivas, in an infamous ship named the Red Mary, where even the sight of its faded red and black coloring threw even grown men into despair. A simple but mighty corvette, with its six engines the captain was rumored to have outrun and outmaneuvered many a warship. Its faded red and black was told to be from its forays into the Ash Range, where the soot stuck to it, and it was said the ship ventured fearlessly into the dangerous regions of the world, even into the Belt or or the Sky den. And those who did catch up to it, faced the full might of its captain and its crew. Guns would blaze from every inch of its side, and the captain taller, darker and stronger than any man, would tear apart any man that dared faced him. Said to be a ghost of an angry taruva, or the incarnation of one, the last stand of the Red Mary and her captain was said to be a legendary one, one ship against an armada, guns blazing in the skies like thunder, the red of burning ships lighting up the night's sky. At the very end, the Red Mary was boarded, and the captain fought like a wounded beast. He took 16 shots and several sword slashes and fought on, before being beheaded. It was said he rose up again, wreathed in the fires of vengeance, and swore vengeance upon all the six taivas. The Red Mary exploded into flames, wrecking several more ships and killing more men, before disappearing. It would be sighted again and again in the years to come, a ghost ship floating in the clouds, ready to pillage and kill any it comes across.

Robert, was not that person. He was rough and flamboyant, but whenever asked, he would always say he came from a simple farming family on a simple floating island community just off Araceli. He worked his arse off on a military ship for a bit before going on a whaling ship. With all the experience he had, he was confident in his skills on a ship, be it a navigator, a helmsman or even as an artillery officer. Experience, after all, was what he had in abundance, even if he was not as spry as he was years ago. As far as anyone was concerned, he was there to earn as much money as he can for his aging parents.

Equipments: His mechanical hand has a mechanism to shoot it out to about 25m in length, with a powerful motor to pull it back almost instantly. Other than that, his weapons were a brace of pistols, as well as a nice looking sword.

Skybound

Robert

Name: Robert James Morgan

Age: 64

Appearance: Robert stood about 195cm or about 6'5", though with a lanky build. He wasn't often seen without his overcoat and hat, and his right hand was obviously replaced by a crude looking contraption. He was also missing a right eye, hidden under an eyepatch.

Gender/Sex: Male

Race: Human

Ship role: Any.

Background: There was once a sky captain who haunted the skies of all six Taivas, in an infamous ship named the Red Mary, where even the sight of its faded red and black coloring threw even grown men into despair. A simple but mighty corvette, with its six engines the captain was rumored to have outrun and outmaneuvered many a warship. Its faded red and black was told to be from its forays into the Ash Range, where the soot stuck to it, and it was said the ship ventured fearlessly into the dangerous regions of the world, even into the Belt or or the Sky den. And those who did catch up to it, faced the full might of its captain and its crew. Guns would blaze from every inch of its side, and the captain taller, darker and stronger than any man, would tear apart any man that dared faced him. Said to be a ghost of an angry taruva, or the incarnation of one, the last stand of the Red Mary and her captain was said to be a legendary one, one ship against an armada, guns blazing in the skies like thunder, the red of burning ships lighting up the night's sky. At the very end, the Red Mary was boarded, and the captain fought like a wounded beast. He took 16 shots and several sword slashes and fought on, before being beheaded. It was said he rose up again, wreathed in the fires of vengeance, and swore vengeance upon all the six taivas. The Red Mary exploded into flames, wrecking several more ships and killing more men, before disappearing. It would be sighted again and again in the years to come, a ghost ship floating in the clouds, ready to pillage and kill any it comes across.

Robert, was not that person. He was rough and flamboyant, but whenever asked, he would always say he came from a simple farming family on a simple floating island community just off Araceli. He worked his arse off on a military ship for a bit before going on a whaling ship. With all the experience he had, he was confident in his skills on a ship, be it a navigator, a helmsman or even as an artillery officer. Experience, after all, was what he had in abundance, even if he was not as spry as he was years ago. As far as anyone was concerned, he was there to earn as much money as he can for his aging parents.

Equipments: His mechanical hand has a mechanism to shoot it out to about 10m in lenght, with a powerful motor to pull it back almost instantly. Other than that, his weapons were a brace of pistols, as well as a nice looking sword.

Fate/High Rollers

Vanessa F. Meriweather

"Throw... everything away, huh?" She did not react as the Angel walked off the roof.

That's right. What use was clinging to her humanity now? She had to focus on winning, regardless of the cost. Vanessa was already chosen, it would be unworthy to back down now.

Following the angel, she stepped off the top, feeling the rush of wind, and the sense of impending death, before she rapidly slowed down her descent, landing on the ground with barely any trouble.

"There..." she pointed towards the direction of the Strip. "I can feel it there. I'm going there."

All of this was so new to her, her abilities, this odd twilight world where magical hunters came after you, but so far her instincts had always lead her true. She felt drawn to the hospital, and there an angel was sent to her. There was something in the Strip, and she felt very drawn to it. Perhaps the invisible hand of God?

Fate/High Rollers

Vanessa F. Meriweather

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A stiff breeze was blowing through her hair, as she stood on the very top of the hospital, the dazzling lights of the city reflected in her lifeless eyes. She had long lost care for any sort of modesty, the wind blowing her skirt dangerously around going unnoticed. What use was modesty with such a cursed body like hers.

"This..." Vanessa held up her hand, the circular serpent design on it an angry red against her skin. "This can help me.... right?"

She spoke to seemingly no one. A plea to the heavens answered. Whatever demon possessed her, it seemed God has given her guidance. Drawn to this place, her instincts pushing her here to the hospital. She was no murderer, not if she can help it, so she did not enter the hospital proper, but rather only into its darker basements and rooftops, where she claimed the entire hospital as her territory.

She had prayed to God for salvation, and in her need was given an angel of vengeance through a ring of fire and blood, heralded by mystic smoke and otherworldy pressure. His voice shook the very bones in her body, and his visage sent fear to even the deepest recesses of her mind. If even a sinner like her was given a chance at salvation, given a sword to wield to save themselves, then she would have no reason to hesitate anymore, does she?

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Fate/High Rollers

Vanessa

awakened

Archetype: Half Blood/Thick Blood

Name: Vanessa F. Meriweather

Titles: -

Sex: Female

Personality: Oddly enough, those who meet her finds her extremely calm, lacking in strong emotions. Before she was a chipper girl, strong willed and with a mouth enough to make a sailor blush red. After that incident, she seemed to have lost the ability to emote much, speaking in short clipped sentences. A calm serene front, like the still waters of a pond. Those who start to know her better would find it was less the serene waters of a pond, but the calm surface of a deep raging river.

Her voice is slightly strained, her hand clenches and unclenches, and her eyes dart every now and then to her surroundings. A slightly erratic behaviour growing pronounced with every thing her impulse tells her to steal. There was a sense that she was deliberating on her every action, and each movement felt restrained. A sense that she was holding back something bad, which, those who sees her invert will finally know. An unrestrained, greedy dragon, devouring all, and hoarding all, who seeks nothing but to grow their pile of treasures.

History: A relatively well to do family in the middle of Wyoming didn’t really have much to make it memorable. She grew up among farm animals and crops, tended to them and helped whenever she wasn’t at school. When she was old enough to finish highschool, she didn’t feel the need to go off to a higher education, or try to be a lawyer, Vanessa just went home to work on her family’s farm. After all, her brother can be the fancy man of the family, with his doctor’s degree and everything.

A bright summer’s day was when all hell broke loose. She remembers the chickens crowding excitedly around her, before that intense headache, that feeling of need. Blood flowing between her fingers, her desperate scrabbling for every, bit, of that sweet essence. Things shone, sparkled brighter, and others started to dim in colour.

Her life was a blur of fear, panic and constant movement since then. Always travelling to escape the police, as well as others she could feel pursuing her. Until one day the mark appeared on her hand, and she moved towards the Grail, pulled by the ritual and what it left on the land.

Quality of Magic Circuits: -

Quantity of Magic Circuits: -

Abnormal Abilities: She doesn’t have any real magecraft. But, even without explicitly tapping into her blood, she could fire off a dragon’s breath without preparation, a freezing chill that seems to still even the very flow of mana in the area affected. Her body is far stronger and faster than normal humans, and with her dragon’s core, she can effectively use mana like a jet engine to strengthen her every attack, even if her core wasn't a match for a certain blue Saber's core. Generally everything a dragon has, she has to a lesser degree, even possessing a Magic Resistance of B rank. Her most defining trait as a dragon however, was ‘greed’, with the ability to plunder people or even the very air of mana around her. An area she claims will slowly bleed mana into her, the effect growing stronger once she taps into her blood. Those who has the means to see it would see red flakes in the air, drawing in mana into it. Being affected at all by any of her attacks or draining would feel as if cold was seeping into them while mana is being sapped.

Tapping into her blood transforms her, giving her draconic features with red eyes. While she had nowhere near the control and training to manipulate water properly, she can still raise up a thick fog in a large area around her. Her greed will plunder mana faster, and in a larger area, with her body growing far stronger. She can literally eat magical energy, and should she find them in a completed magical phenomena, she can ‘devour’ it and reproduce the effect by expelling its magical energy out.

A dangerous technique to be used, pushing her inversion impulse higher and higher until she breaks. It was not something she could control willy nilly, but in the short time span that she had her ability awakened, she had grown to be used to it, familiar with its abilities.

Equipment:-

Miscellaneous: Having worked and lived on a farm, she was no stranger to making do with what she have, and she was already fit and strong even before her awakening.

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Fate/High Rollers

Vanessa

awakened

Archetype: Half Blood/Thick Blood

Name: Vanessa F. Meriweather

Titles: -

Sex: Female

Personality: Oddly enough, those who meet her finds her extremely calm, lacking in strong emotions. Before she was a chipper girl, strong willed and with a mouth enough to make a sailor blush red. After that incident, she seemed to have lost the ability to emote much, speaking in short clipped sentences. A calm serene front, like the still waters of a pond. Those who start to know her better would find it was less the serene waters of a pond, but the calm surface of a deep raging river.

Her voice is slightly strained, her hand clenches and unclenches, and her eyes dart every now and then to her surroundings. A slightly erratic behaviour growing pronounced with every thing her impulse tells her to steal. There was a sense that she was deliberating on her every action, and each movement felt restrained. A sense that she was holding back something bad, which, those who sees her invert will finally know. An unrestrained, greedy dragon, devouring all, and hoarding all, who seeks nothing but to grow their pile of treasures.

History: A relatively well to do family in the middle of Wyoming didn’t really have much to make it memorable. She grew up among farm animals and crops, tended to them and helped whenever she wasn’t at school. When she was old enough to finish highschool, she didn’t feel the need to go off to a higher education, or try to be a lawyer, Vanessa just went home to work on her family’s farm. After all, her brother can be the fancy man of the family, with his doctor’s degree and everything.

A bright summer’s day was when all hell broke loose. She remembers the chickens crowding excitedly around her, before that intense headache, that feeling of need. Blood flowing between her fingers, her desperate scrabbling for every, bit, of that sweet essence. Things shone, sparkled brighter, and others started to dim in colour.

Her life was a blur of fear, panic and constant movement since then. Always travelling to escape the police, as well as others she could feel pursuing her. Until one day the mark appeared on her hand, and she moved towards the Grail, pulled by the ritual and what it left on the land.

Quality of Magic Circuits: -

Quantity of Magic Circuits: -

Abnormal Abilities: She doesn’t have any real magecraft. But, even without explicitly tapping into her blood, she could fire off a dragon’s breath without preparation, a freezing chill that seems to still even the very flow of mana in the area affected. Her body is far stronger and faster than normal humans, and with her dragon’s core, she can effectively use mana like a jet engine to strengthen her every attack, even if her core wasn't a match for a certain blue Saber's core. Generally everything a dragon has, she has to a lesser degree, even possessing a Magic Resistance of B rank. Her most defining trait as a dragon however, was ‘greed’, with the ability to plunder people or even the very air of mana around her. An area she claims will slowly bleed mana into her, the effect growing stronger once she taps into her blood. Those who has the means to see it would see red flakes in the air, drawing in mana into it. Being affected at all by any of her attacks or draining would feel as if cold was seeping into them while mana is being sapped.

Tapping into her blood transforms her, giving her draconic features with red eyes. While she had nowhere near the control and training to manipulate water properly, she can still raise up a thick fog in a large area around her. Her greed will plunder mana faster, and in a larger area, with her body growing far stronger. She can literally eat magical energy, and should she find them in a completed magical phenomena, she can ‘devour’ it and reproduce the effect by expelling its magical energy out.

A dangerous technique to be used, pushing her inversion impulse higher and higher until she breaks. It was not something she could control willy nilly, but in the short time span that she had her ability awakened, she had grown to be used to it, familiar with its abilities.

Equipment:-

Miscellaneous: Having worked and lived on a farm, she was no stranger to making do with what she have, and she was already fit and strong even before her awakening.

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