imia

A Sea of Spells [Chapter 1: A Scrap in The Galley]

Raven from RWBY, eh? Nice choice of FC. @imia

@shylarah

YESSS iavas based on like 2-3 chars ive been having CRAZY brainrot for as of late. raven is forsure one of them^^

A Sea of Spells [Chapter 1: A Scrap in The Galley]

@imia it is a very interesting, original, and broad concept for a support mage that I haven't heard of before. I think that it's an acceptable start, and could definitely have a place in the roleplay. The things I would need to know for sure are:

What exactly is the reason this magic exists in the world? Is it involved with a specific god, religion, or culture? Is it for some reason a unique psychic (or empathic) ability that has only manifested in this one person? Making the lore fit the power is key for me.

Are your character's powers changing based on what person they're linked with, or do you simply need a connection to activate your own buffs? Are these buffs effecting both parties every time? I'm not worried so much about balance here as I am wanting a clear definition of what happens when you're linked with someone and why. Why would someone want to serve as your conduit? What's in it for them, and what might the drawbacks be for them.

I would honestly be very interested to see a character with rather powerful spells, but their spells drain their own mana AND their conduit. I think this concept sounds very fun.

If you can give me those answers, it should work out just fine.

@RoseKnightJason

OKAYYSOOOOO i have a draft for her cs (format COMPLETELY YANKED)!! everythings p much a placeholder especially her color lmao

but yeah i just wanted to get these ideas out of my own head so they can develop more. lmk any thoughts at all^^

edit: changed an age

My Hider

Iava Blabla

"The weak die. The strong survive. Those are the rules of life."

26 | Female | 182cm (6'0") | 82kg (181 lbs)

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PERSONALITY:

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(blahblah use this section to explain details about her characters that may not have arisen during the biography. e.g. how does she cope with her actions? she's fundamentally shaped by them. she was already broken after her first kill, and immediately after the rule flashed through her mind. "the weak die, and the strong survive." since then, she's used such rules to justify her actions. another rule of the tribe? "family first." this helped her cope with the actions she'd been forced to do, the countless missions she'd never asked to undertake. if she killed someone, they were weak, so they would have died anyways. if she stole from someone, the "family" mattered more than them anyways. they needed it. everyone is a thief and killer, so be the one who steals and kills first. even now theyre the driving factor behind her actions, the reasons why she can do the questionable things she can do, the only thing that brings control to her life. one big coping mechanism, essentially. ok besides establishing that part of her character u can just describe her personality lol)

BIOGRAPHY:

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Iava hails from a spiritual people who'd settled along the southwestern coast of India. Iava was born as a twin, her brother being named Kusa. her and her twin's souls were connected at birth. her people called this a soul tie - and sure enough, Iava would always be met with a red string wrapped around the base of her finger. and whenever she would follow it, it always lead her back to her brother. through this tie, her and her brother shared everything. every sense, every thought, and not just their active minds but down to their memories. in her household the shelves were full of ancient texts and manuscripts. She remembers the colorful rangolis, carefully placed throughout the rooms of her stomping grounds when it was time for festivals. She remembers the personal altar which laid in her parents' room, the heartwarming light of the diya, and the tikka it housed - it'd been passed through her mother's family for more generations than she could've counted.

She was five, she remembers, when the bandit tribe attacked her village. they pillaged senselessly, running into homes to take what they want and kill anyone who resisted, yet they spared her and her brother. as to why? it's simple; children are easy to control. it was part of the tribe's practice to take the children and raise them as part of the tribe. as part of the tribe, the children were required to participate in an indoctrination ritual. an introduction to the rules of life.

The first rule? "The weak die, and the strong survive."

Each "batch," as she remembers them putting it, faces off in a series of one on one battles to the death. a pair is chosen. The winner lives, and is graced with the ability to live among the tribe. Then they pick another pair at random.

She and her brother were lucky - the girls fought the girls, and the boys fought the boys. Their survival was due in part to their unique abilities. While fighting, Iava had an outside perspective giving her knowledge about her opponent and the situation that she didn't have to think about. The two had also been the most resilient of the batch. When they made it through the culling with but a few scratches, it didn't take long for them to be put to work.

Her and her brother would be raised with the express purpose of killing, to be their tribe's strongest warriors. They soon provided an alternate source of income for the camp. while the bandits would always migrate from camp to camp (most often setting up shop in the remains of their latest & greatest triumph), they would send certain people out to the largest cities nearby to procure information on their general surroundings. what caught the eyes of their leaders had been bounties set on criminals, pirates, and the like. The twins were eighteen when they were sent on their first bounty mission of many, and there were few who put up resistance once found - if the two couldn't find their target in time, they would just steal from some settlement on the way back. It was for the family, so it were as easy as breathing.

What their parents taught them became the foundation of their magic. Her mother taught Iava spells to protect her brother, while her father taught Kusa spells to protect Iava from anyone else. Their specializations developed, bouncing off eachother in a way that made them nigh unstoppable in combat.

When power becomes so great it brings fear along with it. Iava and Kusa would never have rebelled. The rules the bandits bestowed upon them were their lifeline, the reason they could exist despite the atrocities they committed. Without them the two couldn't function. But their leaders were still scared - the twins could take control whenever they wanted in their eyes, with the strength they had. And so just as quickly as they had created their problem, the bandits set out to destroy it.

His death was rather predictable, really.

They were out on a mission too far from the camp for comfort, apparently scouting out the area for a raid. They didn't even know what they were really looking for out here. Something about the rivers. To look at the rivers. Which inevitably looked like rivers, and there'd been no settlements in direct proximity of the rivers - only ones far off, which the two had found in part due to Iava's refusal that they'd come all the way out here just to come back with nothing.

They were halfway through their first way back to the camp when it finds them.

It sneaks up on them, which is the first bad sign. She’s rarely surprised in the field, even with the poisoned luck they've had. Her first indication of the presence of anything in the woods but her is the sound of something whistling through the air towards her.

She dodges on pure instinct, and it saves her life. A hand, or perhaps some kind of tentacle, grotesque in nature, rips through the tree trunk that she had been about to step around.

She stopped when she saw the monster in its entirety.

It’s like nothing she had ever seen before. The top half looks close to human, but its arms quickly betray it with their length; long, dragging across the leaves blanketing the forest's floor. The bottom half is that of a horse, quadrupedal, the front legs ending in talons.

Iava dives to the side at the sound of an arm lashing through the air. The claws caught at her leg, lingering, and she knew it'd have cut deep had Kusa not been at her side. She hisses out pain through her teeth, stumbles, and keeps running.

Running when she'd never wanted to fight more in her life. But whenever she so much as thought about putting a halt in her step, it was blown away by a shot of panic and the intense desire - no, the need - to run. Each time she looked back, every time she saw him, standing strong, waiting for her help, it was thrown away. Why?

Please, just listen to me. Run.

She ducked through the bushes and went westward, towards the rivers and the village which stayed across from it. She crossed, leaping for her life, and landed in time to fall to a slash at her leg. Running deep, slow, purposeful. She'd looked to see a deep cut running along her knee, though her body dropping and mind flaring no sensations but pain told her otherwise.

Run.

There was a flash along her throat that lead to an explosion, a brief roar in agony. Waves of grief and power collected, images of people and places she hadn't seen in years shone brighter than the sun. And then came a burst of colors - a sensation that spread from her fingertips to the depths of her soul. It tingled at first, then evolved into a tidal wave of energy crashing through her body, filling it through with a pulsating warmth.

And then there was nothing.

For the first time in her life, Iava felt true silence. For the first time in her life, she thought and it went nowhere. Her words reverberated endlessly in her own mind, what now was only a void. She laid there along the forest bed, feeling talons and hooves whoop the ground in tandem with her own heart. Soon enough it'd been just her own heart which she felt.

Run, she heard, yet it was but a mere imitation. It echoed in on itself and then it were nothing.

She'd kept moving, found the villages, and kept moving after that. Family came first - she was to fulfill her brother's dying wish, or die herself. There was no other option. With her true family dead there'd been no reason for her to try going back to the life she once lived. The least she could do was honor her brother and run from it.

When she found her next settlement she was welcomed, for once, as a humble traveler rather than a violent invader. She asked them for directions to the nearest city and they humbly obliged. After getting to the nearest city, she made moves to find the fastest way off the continent. This lead to her first foray in piracy at the age of twenty.

Though she was not as much of a pirate as she was a mercenary, she'd been treated as a member of the crew all the same. It was on this ship where she was taught how to down a full calabash in less than a breath, where she'd been taught to speak English, to carefully stow away provisions, to lower the sails. Though those she were with held no emphasis on it, she'd never felt more like part of a family.

It was also on this ship where she learned what happened to her magic after her brother's passing. The red string which tied her to her brother had remained on her finger, yet it strayed for but a few inches before meeting its end. She came to the ship's captain one night for a drink, and approached him with a question. A hypothesis. He'd been wary at first, though his cooperation was out of respect for the dedication she'd shown towards the crew.

Iava held his hand and felt the energy from deep within her. It surged up and out, and she could see it - the red string, suddenly glowing before growing in length and moving towards her captain's finger. It wrapped around it several times and pulled, squeezing the bloodflow from it, yet his hand did not move. His eyes were bright and gaze steadfastly focused on Iava's own. There was trust.

After the tie had been made, Iava truly felt free. It was as if her mana reserves had suddenly unlocked themselves, even more mana than she'd ever known had flowed effortlessly through her body. She let go of her captain's hand and saw it. The red string. Tied to another, once more, as it had been for so long before. She learned then that, although her birth tie was no more, she could create (and sever) the same sort of tie with other people.

When their voyage came to an end in England, she was on the edge of twenty-two. The crew offered to let her stay and she rejected it. It'd been several factors behind her decision, but them returning to Asia was the one true dealbreaker. Family first; she was to run and never look back. Her years until now have been spent strong-arming her way into various odd jobs that require her muscle, mostly in the form of security for wealthy merchants. It's resulted in her floating around the cities of the country, no true aim or goal coming to her except survival.

On this night, she's floated her way back into the comforting arms of grog and mead, with no telling where her path leads her to next.

NATURAL ABILITIES:

Iava possesses two humans' worth of mana, though she doesn't have access to it at all times. With that comes a breadth of potential.

She has skills for combat, unarmed and otherwise. Being bred as a warrior for fifteen years, give or take, will do that to you. Her intuition in combat is also one of a kind; growing up with her birth tie resulted in her battle experience being double of what it should've been. What her brother experienced, she did as well, what he learned she did, and the same the other way around. Fifteen years more or less becomes thirty. It depends on how you look at it.

Her tolerance for pain is unnaturally high.

Iava's movements are almost beautifully efficient. These skills don't just end on the battlefield, though. She's an excellent dancer if you get her to do it.

The way she manages to burn a kitchen down is almost magical. If you were to trust her with cutting onions, you already failed. It's over.

She uses a sword. Her brother also used a similar sword. They both fought for years with these swords. She's a deadly swordswoman, dammit.

MAGICAL ABILITIES:

Magic Type: Kindred Link (Soul Magic)

Basic Effects: She manifests an arcane connection between her and someone else. The main drawback of this connection is that she can’t force it upon something; the other party would have to reciprocate and allow the connection to happen in the first place. The other party must also have a soul for her to bond her own to. However, once a bond is made, only she can break it. This bond takes the form of a red string that ties itself to the middle finger of the two parties. The string itself can only be seen by her or an extremely adept mage.

Without a bond active, Iava has no way of accessing her own mana. Regardless of the "level" of the connection, just having

The bond shares everything from senses, perceptions, magics, physical abilities, emotions, thoughts, and even memories between two parties. For instance, if someone knows how to do a specific motion that Iava doesn’t know herself, the knowledge required to do so can be shared and learned instantaneously through the connection. The extent of what is being shared depends on each party. As a rudimentary example, someone can choose to only share the memories they have up until their fifth birthday. What’s initially shared isn’t truly decided upon - when the bond is made, both parties already have a predetermined idea of what they want to share. It’s similar to a conversation; you aren’t just going to tell someone about the warcrimes you’ve committed for no reason. Thus, those memories that don’t want to be shared, and the thoughts and emotions associated with them are essentially “locked away,” to the point where Iava herself has no idea they exists.

The more two parties share with eachother, the more powerful their bond is and thus the two become. This is the main limit of the power; if a connection is created and both parties aren’t cooperative, it's useless at best and detrimental at worst. At the base level (the connection exists, that's it), Iava can cast all of her spells, but the power of each is limited. The first milestone would be sharing senses and perceptions. At this level, Iava can cast her spells 1 and 3, but her portal would only be able to span the distance of ten yards, give or take.

The main limit to the power of this magic is herself. There is much she won’t share. She’s also not very fond of the idea of giving any real part of herself up to other people. As a result, much of the way she maneuvers the bond revolve around her wanting to keep control over it. To not be more invested in it than the other.

Advanced Spells:

❖ Selfless: Iava channels her mana into the string to influence the connection. While she maintains this focus, she will take damage for the other party. Not only will they have increased pain resistance, but they will effectively be harder to hurt. It’s as if one was trying to inflict pain on two people in one. This spell takes concentration to keep active, but she can “flick” it on in time if she needs to. For effective use, she’d have to be standing still in a safe area. The same amount of damage reduction can be achieved by having a "complete" bond in the first place - if she were to activate this spell then, the other party would take zero damage and she would instead receive all of it, for better or for worse.
❖ Selfish: Iava channels her mana into the string, then back into the string to herself. Her current partner receives no mana from her. She uses her mana to resonate with her own soul, thus enhancing her body; she gains increased strength in all her muscles which leads to more power, endurance, speed, etc. than a human would be able to produce alone. The drawback of this is that she's effectively severing the connection on her end, thus it would continue to hold for no more than two minutes. This can be counteracted by the other party feeding their own mana into the connection at the cost of them being continuously drained at exhaustive levels.
❖ Helping Hand: Iava can teleport within a set radius of her target. This radius depends on the strength of the connection: if the connection barely exists, then she can only teleport within a couple feet of them. She can teleport to get into the radius, but can't escape it afterwards. teleportation could also be described like idk smth like she turns into a wisp and travels that way or instead of her moving with her body she uses the connection to move with her soul, which is faster/less limited? or she could just teleport lmao
❖ 4: Iava sends the bulk of her mana through the string. When it reaches the other party, it feels like an invitation.

EQUIPMENT:

❖ Her sword, Omen.
❖ Red armor <-- describe this in her appearance section goofball she's always gonna be wearing it

TRIVIA:

❖ Color Code: lightgreen
❖ Z

A Sea of Spells [Chapter 1: A Scrap in The Galley]

@imia please let me know what you're thinking, only one way to find out if it's acceptable!

@RoseKnightJason

okok

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basically my character's magic revolves around a temporary connection that they make between them and another person. it serves as a conduit for her to cast her spells through (which would impact the other party). through this connection things like their senses, perceptions, mana reserves, and reflexes can be shared. the parties (subconsciously if not otherwise) choose how much they want to share, in a similar way to how you would before having a conversation. the sharing isn't just something that they feel, but it's something that can be observed. i.e. some strike that would normally bruise James wouldn't leave a mark while the bond is active, though it would sting for both parties. but again, the connection doesn't have to be anything more than just a conduit for my character's spells, it's a decision for both of them to make.

my character's other spells would be along the lines of "buffs" to the person she's attached to. things like straight up taking damage for them (rather than them sharing it) or giving them her own speed/strength. allowing her quick travel to the other party's location in some way, maybe conjuring a barrier around them; supportive things like that.

those are the basic concepts that i have floating around rn, like i said id appreciate outside input on everything!! but if anything abt it raises some sort of red flags or if it just doesn't seem feasible for this type of environment then lmk and i'll happily pivot onto another idea^^

A Sea of Spells [Chapter 1: A Scrap in The Galley]

HELLOOO!!! i ADORE witches and i love pirates so im finding myself very interested in this roleplay... if im welcomed have an idea, but i would need help brainstorming with it esp b/c the idea would directly involve other characters, so i have to make sure it's smth that people would be okay playing with. but ya lmk if its open and ill share what i have for everyone to look at^^

Pokemon: Starlight Dreams

hello! ive been watching this thread for alittle bit and im rlly interested in the world being built here + the mechanics of the roleplay. IF u still have space for another player lmk and ill put some of my own ideas together, but if not then no problem!!

EDIT: i dont want to spread myself too thin, so i’ll take some more time to decide whether i want to play in this or not. dont wait on me!!

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

_{@Remram @Zeroth}

Parin Kia

Coliseum Interior

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To be honest, this whole exam was Parin’s first time encountering such serious magic in real life. Some of the stuff she’s seeing she’s only witnessed in books before now, and it fascinated her. She imagined what it must feel like to cast some of these spells; the type of energy surging through you, how it feels to carry and unleash it… she was sure the feeling changed not just based on the type of magic, but what the spell was doing, and that only fueled her obsession.

She pondered about how far magic could go. She’d seen several people use a wand, and that made her wonder if something like symbols could work. Or why they used the wand in the first place. What did it feel like? Did it concentrate the mana in one place, to for easier usage of large amounts of mana? If you stopped feeding mana into it, would it hold onto it or give it back. Or did the wands have their own magical properties already, and only served to enhance the abilities of the user without them needing to influence it? If wands could work, then what about symbols? Or sentences?

Parin’s line of thought was markedly ended by a huuuge portal opening up and almost dropping her jaw to the floor. The mass of brooms which surged out from it prompted a gasp from her, and sparked more questions - did it feel heavy carrying that portal around? She didn’t have time to go on another tangent before she’d been passed a broom of her own.

A broom, and she had magic. The witches she read about in books rode on brooms. So were… oh. Yes, they were meant to be flying on brooms. Maybe Parin should’ve gotten out from her rock a tad earlier, but it was too late for any of those should’ve’s and whatnots. Parin held her broom in her hand and stared at it, tilting her head. She tilted the broom. It didn’t feel magicy for anything. Maybe she just had to try it.

So, she’d straddled it, much like a nerd would compare to the others - standing on theirs, sitting sideways and doing tricks.. Yeah, alright. Parin had to make something shake. She decided to start from the top like she’d done with her previous test, by taking deep breaths and feeling her mana flow. Her eyes closed while she visualized the energy building deep within her, and she felt it swell up in her core before growing and spreading throughout her body. When the energy reached the parts in contact with her broom, it took her off-guard. It felt like bumping into someone while your head was turned away... except this guy kept standing in front of you and held his arms wide open for a hug.

Uncomfortable as it was, a part of Parin felt drawn to the sensation. Now, she doesn't recommend anyone just go around hugging random people, but this random person that was in her broom seemed pretty alright. It seemed to Parin that it was her energy, the mana, being drawn to the broom. Though it didn't feel so simple; it felt deeply personal in a way she couldn't describe.

Now, if you were to go around hugging random people, you wouldn't want to do it aggressively, right? Parin figured this was decent enough logic to apply to her broom. Not too much energy into it, but slowly and surely, give it a steady amount...

Parin felt as if she were standing on the tips of her toes. She actually had been - that is, until her feet had left the ground.

Until her feet had left the ground.

My feet left the ground!?

Parin's jaw drops, and it would've hit the floor had her broom not been steadily keeping it afloat. She looked down, at the broom, and then looked to her sides to see if she could see other people. There were fortunately still those who were trying to get their bearings just as she was.

She gave herself a couple moments and found that the broom was surprisingly responsive. Which made sense. It worked with the user's mana, and mana is a unique part of the body just as much as the brain is. When she wanted to rise, the broom would rise. When she wanted to go forward, so be it. If she wanted to flip herself upside down and fly around? She could, and that's exactly what she was doing, flying herself around the crowds of people who still hadn't gotten a move on. Among those were some familiar faces! Parin had a smile to herself when she'd seen Camila again, and it grew even brighter once she recognized the other girl from the escapades outside. A good luck charm, perhaps. But a sign for her to get started for certain - she'd spent too long getting adjusted that she may have missed out on some information.

Whipping herself back upright and facing the chaos, she held a hand over her eyes and tried to analyze. As just mentioned, it was chaos. Which was a wonderful environment for a street urchin like Parin to feed in. To find success in this challenge, Parin planned to find a way to control the chaos. The simplest way to do that? Make it more chaotic! Her eyes grew starry as she picked out targets and fights to sabotage. People were already getting started, doing her work for her while she got warmed up. How sweet, she thought, slowly floating closer to the action so she'd be ready to jump in.

Her eyes immediately fell on what was brightest first. Flames, the unforgettable kind; Parin thanked herself for having paid attention during the last tests. The wielder of said flames falling through the sky broom-less in an attempt to get one of those little balls. So why'd I even waste time learning how to fly this thing in the first place? ...Is something Parin would've thought had she not seen the girl quickly steal another contestant's broom while falling through the skies, mounting it as she secured a golden ball of her own. Parin took note of her foe - another familiar face in Alwin, prompting a frown - and the two after him, a group of three after one.

And just slightly above that had been another kerfuffle. Aaaaannndddd... Parin didn't really wanna see that. Some tentacle freak was getting his fix in, is what that looked like. The prey in question didn't seem too eager about it either.

But, a spark. A pattern showed itself, and Parin hardly had to do anything. Just like in the situation with the noble's posse harassing the boy, the mage was too busy feeling good exerting his power to pay attention to the world around him. It's undeniable that he would have the Angel Sphere in the bag, had nobody interfered with his little...fight? But the lack of attention the mage was paying to the world around him made him a pathetically easy target for just about anything that anyone wanted to do to him.

On top of that, Parin also knew that causing chaos and inciting havoc was much easier in a group. So regardless of if she ended up getting her own little stress toy, she could still gain from the situation; if she didn't, she could just move on to another ball.

Parin breathed deep, noting the actively flowing mana she still had ready. She took note of the hazards about - the arrows flying from the heavens, flames galore, a strike of lightning and a host of other spells. If she wanted to get her foot in the door, she just had to do it. So there'd be no second guessing; she promptly funneled her mana into the broom and imagined herself diving for it.

The magics and contestants in sight blurred as she headed straight for the tendril-using maniac. Well, as straight as she could've made it. Stray spells and bodies flew all over the place, and the bodies weren't so much as a problem as was the spells. Reflexes saved her precious seconds that planning would have wasted - her broom curves out of the way of a fireball that was on her plane, and dips down when she instinctively ducks a stray magic bullet that beamed her way. Despite the dangers, she didn't falter. She just needed to make it there. Whatever came after came after. So she put her focus into gripping tight, blazing forward, and making it there.

She made her way through the obstacle course of fools and succeeded in pulling herself to a screeching halt before the two. The closer inspection revealed a new detail she hadn't witnessed from afar - within the tendril held several, several snakes slithering and hissing about. That didn't matter to Parin, who already had mana flowing into her arm outstretched away from the two boys. She brought up her other elbow and stuck it out towards the mage, ready for impact.

"Jet!" Parin exclaimed. A stream of water was unleashed from her hand, propelling her directly into the side of the slimy fiend.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

<Snipped quote by imia>

I'm fine waiting until after your post

@Duthguy

naw u go ahead and write whatever u want ive waited too long by now :3

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

chill ive been on color tiles let me cook

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

@Duthguy planned on writing parin interacting w the ball that albie had shot at, lmk if ur abt to post smth cause i'll prioritize finishing it up if so (wont come any later than thurs either way)

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

tell me why i hopped on azur lane for the first time in years and saw camilla