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ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Oh yeah, I was wondering myself why it wasn't a thing since the beginning, considering the main conflict revolves around the civil war.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

If Nyx transformed from Laurent Rhinecliff to Asteria Skybound, but forgot about changing the vocal cords too:

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Takanashi Hoshino - Iron Horus

TAKANASHI HOSHINO

IRON HORUS

Female | 145cm (4'9") | 33kg (73lbs) | Blue Archive

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As marked by the luminescent shape projected above her scalp, Hoshino is a Haloed, one of the sapient races of her homeworld. Though a Haloed can bear traits of various other species such as Elves, Beastkin, Demons, etc. depending on their ancestry, Hoshino superficially looks no different than a Human except for her race's distinctive halo.

She's a pink-haired girl with gold-blue heterochromic eyes and pale complexion. Her stature is quite slender and petite, both for Haloed and Human standards, often leading to her being mistaken as younger than she actually is.

When on duty, Hoshino is most often clad in her signature gear laid on top of her uniform-esque clothes, these are: her automatic shotgun the 'Eye of Horus', her pistol 'Yume', her collapsible riot shield 'Iron Horus', and assorted other equipment such as spare ammo, various grenades, and combat stims, all arranged efficiently on her tactical vest.

In casual situations, she usually removes most of her combat gear, leaving only her uniform, though unless the situation deems otherwise, she'll always carry at least a weapon within arm's reach, this most often being her pistol.

PERSONALITY:

Steadfast - Loyal - Penitent

At first glance, Hoshino gives off the image of a happy-go-lucky soldier who doesn't have much qualms going along with whatever shenanigans her allies dragged her into. She'll also readily provide an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on for anyone who needs it.

When the situation calls for it though, Hoshino is capable of immediately shifting gears, though her warm presence remains, she becomes a more no-nonsense figure who's clearly experienced at facing life-and-death situations. She'll stand in front of you without hesitation, literally shielding you from harm, just so you may live even if she perishes.

All in all, Hoshino is that relaxed, yet reliable uncle who'll always have your back. Indeed, she will, she must, never again shall she fail her comrades like she failed... her.

Behind the mask...

A terrible tragedy once befell Hoshino, which caused her to lose Yume - her best friend, soulmate, and mentor figure all - then left a deep trauma in Hoshino's psyche, one that still festers to this very day. Though the pink-haired girl tries her best to cover it up with her happy-go-lucky persona, it's merely a facade. In private, the mask sometimes cracks and Hoshino may slip into a post-traumatic hysteria; hyperventilating, trembling, wailing, screaming, or any combination of those. These moments are deeply shameful for her and this aversion ironically strengthens her resolve to not let herself relapse, especially in the presence of others.

BIOGRAPHY:

The Tearful Eye of Horus

Hoshino was born and raised in Kivotos, a city-state metropolis on her homeworld. Her home universe hosts many sentient races, but one of the most influential and dominant is the 'Haloed', named after the very distinctive trait that every single one of them had, the glowing halo floating above their heads.

A Haloed's... halo acts as a conduit for their superhuman abilities that all of them shared plus the more esoteric esper-esque powers that could manifest in some Haloed. At the baseline using a common Human as a benchmark, all Haloed are durable enough to withstand sustained assault by small arms fire, requiring heavier ordnance to effectively wound them, and they possess stamina far beyond what Humans can achieve naturally. Furthermore, for the particularly 'gifted' among them, they'll also manifest one or more unique abilities rooted in the supernatural; everything from enhanced senses, flight, precognition, and to something as unorthodox as being able to fight autonomously while deeply asleep.

Hoshino herself is one of the most gifted of her kind. Her unique power can be described as being a 'natural super soldier'. She's prodigiously talented at martial and weapons training, mastering skills after skills related to physical prowess and combat, furthermore, she's particularly durable and enduring even for a Haloed, she can continue functioning even after 'lesser' Haloed either succumb to their wounds or fall over from exhaustion.

These talents combined with her steadfast personality makes her a natural fit as an elite fighter, an invaluable role in her home world, where despite its shiny exterior, is rife with conflict and constantly accosted by various threats from superhuman criminals, giant monsters, and last but definitely not least, corrupt authority figures.

As she used to be an incredibly strict and harsh no-nonsense person, Hoshino didn't have many friends... up until she met her, Kuchinashi Yume, an upperclassmen at her school, Abydos.

Though the two couldn't be anymore different; the no-nonsense drill sergeant versus the happy-go-lucky airhead, they formed an inseparable bond regardless, motivated by their shared goal of protecting their friends and families from the many adversaries of their world. They struggled, triumphed, laughed, and cried together, and for the first time in her life, Hoshino felt like she had found her soulmate, maybe, fate willing, they'd be able to spend the rest of their lives together...

...and then Yume died. Slain in one of their missions.

Just like that, Hoshino's dreams shattered into a million pieces.

Until now, she never really realized how fleeting life was. One moment and they were gone.

For some reason, everything seemed just a little bit grayer now.

Though for better or worse, due to the determinator in her, Hoshino marched on, and in an subconscious attempt to remain sane, she dropped much of her harsh discipline and instead emulated Yume's relaxed demeanor.

Over the next few years, she met new people, new friends, and there was also this superintendent fellow - affectionally called 'Sensei' - assigned by Kivotos' bigwigs to clean up the city-state's mess, he's neat, if not a little bit silly, but imagine taking life too seriously, haha, who'd ever do that?

Together with these new comrades and Sensei, they too acted as Kivotos' defenders against those who wished them and their loved ones harm. Hey, this wasn't so bad, she could even say she had moved on.

But then, one day, Hoshino received intel that Yume might still be alive.

Was it a trap to lure her out by their enemies? Probably, highly likely in fact.

Would she risk it? Her better judgment said she shouldn't, but the fact remained she was already geared up and departed in the dead of night, alone.

Her new friends tried to stop her, but she gunned them down into submission. Sensei tried to talk her out of it, yet she dismissed him with a few poorly-placed jokes and empty platitudes.

They even called one of Kivotos' mightiest Haloed, one of the few that could match - or even surpass - Hoshino herself, the infamous Sorasaki Hina the Devil of Gehenna.

They exchanged a few words, including an inquiry if she'd change her mind, rhetorical, but Hoshino could understand, Hina was just respecting Sensei's wishes for no more bloodshed, but Hoshino and Hina, they were both soldiers at heart, the two already knew...

That the only way this would end one way or another was through force.

So they fought, and fought again, then fought some more, each not relenting even an inch to the other, both wholly believing they were fighting for what was right.

Their conflict eventually took them all the way on top of a moving train

And right there, the Iron Horus finally met her match; bested by the She-Devil, Hoshino's unconscious body fell off the train and into the abyss below...

Then at the same time, an all-consuming light came from the sky above, devouring everything.

By the time she woke up, the pink-haired girl found herself at a strange place, in a strange new world...

In The Now

The current Hoshino - gleamed under Galeem's influence - can be found hanging around in Mafia Town, none the wiser of what transpired in her past before the Lord of Light's meddling with the multiverse.

Oblivious as she currently is, her loyal and protective nature remains, leading her to act as a defender of those who can't defend themselves, protecting the citizens of the port town from any who wished to harm them, whether they were pirates, monsters, murlocs, etc. In a way, she's indeed still in her element.

R E S U M E

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JOB:

TASC - Tactical Assault Superhuman Commando

SPECIALTY:

Versatile attacker and tank, can provide sustained offense via firearms and CQC, mobile cover via riot shields, and crowd control via various grenades.

INVENTORY:

❖ Clothes inc. tactical vest
❖ Spare ammo
❖ Assorted grenades (3x Frag, 3x Flashbang, 3x Smoke)
❖ Combat stims (3x Regeneration, 3x Performance Booster)
❖ 500 Pons

LEVEL:

1 (Current EXP: 0 / 10)

ABILITIES:

❖ Eye of Horus & Yume: Hoshino's signature pair of firearms, an auto-shotgun and a pistol respectively. Though they look similar to the guns hailing from Sol's Earth, these are designed with Kivotos tech to face the threats native to that universe, which include giant mechanical monsters and superpowered criminals among other things. The pistol is named after her dearly departed soulmate.

❖ Iron Horus: Hoshino's signature riot shield. Collapsible and lightweight despite its extraordinary toughness, it's as much a bludgeoning weapon as it is a protective piece of gear. Like her guns, they're made to properly face against Kivotosian hostiles. It's named after the moniker that Yume gave her.

❖ All-Out Assault: Hoshino brings down the Iron Horus' fury by unleashing a nigh-endless barrage of gunfire. She accomplishes this by rapidly yet precisely unloading all of her shotgun shells onto one or several targets, then once it's emptied, she'll continue firing using her pistol one-handed while simultaneously reloading her shotgun with her free hand, finally she performs a quick reload of that pistol before the cycle begins anew.

She can either be moving or taking cover behind her shield while doing this. The technique requires her to fully concentrate on the task and thus best used when she doesn't have to pay attention to anything else, such as protecting an ally, communicating, etc.

SKILLS:

❖ Hoshino the Iron Horus: Hoshino is gifted even amongst her kin. She has a prodigious talent when it comes to learning and mastering physical combat arts. Her strength, durability, and endurance outclass most Haloed, and they can already be considered superhumans when compared to a common human.

❖ Unwavering Loyalty: Hoshino has such a strong guardian instinct that she's exceedingly resistant to mind control attempts, particularly that'll force her to attack her own allies. If struck by one such attempt, at most she'll be completely paralyzed as her mind would just shut down instead of succumbing to the manipulation.

WEAKNESSES:

❖ "Mundane" Skillset: Despite all of her skills and talents, Hoshino is essentially just a supercharged human. Everything she can do are things a human can do, except she does them at a scale that no normal human can even hope to reach, but still, this means she can't fly, perform telekinesis, shoot lasers out of her eyes, or launch a fireball, unless one counts a frag grenade as the equivalent of one.

❖ Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder: Hoshino suffers from a severe case of one. The cracks left by Yume's passing never truly went away and her overall mental stability suffers as a result. She's notably vulnerable to any techniques that utilize despair, hopelessness, and/or apathy.

❖ Hydrophobic: Inexplicably, Hoshino is hopeless when it comes to swimming, she's apparently gifted in almost every physical activities... except swimming. No matter how much she trains for it, she just can't manage anything more than clumsy flailing. Tis' the reason she'll always brings a floaty whenever her friends invite her to the beach. Don't laugh.

SPIRITS:

❖ TBA: TBA

RAPPORT:

❖ TBA: 0

TRIVIA:

❖ Color Code: ff91a4
❖ Has a fondness for aquatic mammals, particularly dolphins and whales. A bit ironic considering her inability to swim, perhaps she envies them. Has a whale-shaped pillow that she'll use over any other pillows whenever it's available.
❖ Not actually Japanese despite having a Japanese-esque name. It's merely a coincidence of the multiverse.
❖ Doesn't mind being belittled or underestimated due to her youthful appearance, used to be the complete opposite, but after Yume's death, she no longer gives a damn.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

--Athroyeaux Castle - Throne Room--

Shadow Among Shadows

By the express permission from the Spectre King himself, a tear in space-time formed at the centre of the throne-hosting hall before it took the shape of a glowing archway, one that connected this place to somewhere else far away. The portal heralded the arrival of one Melisande Tearmoon, even though the young chronomancer was supposedly in her workshop at Hathforth, miles upon miles away to the south of Ravenfell. Yet, here she was, the Lilim herself, in the... flesh.

However, to those gifted with the proper supernatural senses, they'd be able to notice the palpable, almost opaque, shadow oozing off the young girl. The presence she carried wasn't the mystical whims of the Feywilds, instead the foreboding twilight of the Shade.

How adorable...

Kronos couldn't help but allow the subtlest of smirk to curl at the corner of the Simulacrum's lips as the Dimension Door closed behind it. These... pale imitations of Shadekin, former mortals seeking to become something they're not, look at what they must do to mimic but a fraction of the Shadeborne's timeless existence.

Chuckling mentally, the Dremora of Time stepped forward toward the obsidian throne where the Ghost-King sat waiting. As it did, the already dim ambience of the hall seemed to darken even more. Indeed, that was probably due to the candles set by the throne inexplicably snuffing out, as if invisible umbral hands robbed them of their warmth. By the time 'Melisande' arrived before the sovereign of Ravenfell, there was no more red light to reflect off his vambraces.

"Your Majesty King Lamont DuFairre of Ravenfell, I am Melisande of the Tearmoon Coven, here as invited by your subject." Melisande's visage smiled politely as she gave a curtsy, though the umbral being puppeteering the simulacrum was grinning from ear-to-ear. It toyed with the idea that Lamont knew that it knew that he could sense the Dremora's presence, but regardless, the masquerade must be maintained.

Perhaps there's indeed fun to be had in the mortal world... Perhaps, its kin's obsession with the material plane had merits after all...

@Estylwen

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

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The post looks great! Will Kronos be headed toward the Ravenfell castle?

Sure! That sounds good to me. Feel free to write out an intro and PM it to me!

@Estylwen

Oh, I didn't even think of that, a Dremora mingling amongst 'inferior shadowy immortals' exuding an aura of "look at what they must do to mimic a fraction of my power" sounds splendid. I'll add that part into either my last post or just make a new one.

Okay, the usual then.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

--Osprey - Holy Grounds--

"..." Cid's response swiftly reminded Eve of her talk with Galahad in the safehouse after Hien's rescue. Multiple times now, her comrades had mentioned that she was not the monster, her creators were, yet... the fact remained that she was a thing that should've never existed. However, if even the Chosen of Etro himself deemed that she wasn't an abomination, that her existence wasn't a crime against nature, then maybe Galahad and the others had a point...

This was definitely something she should contemplate further, to reject the belief she had called true for years, it wouldn't be a small matter, just as difficult as asking the Dragonslayer to see wyrms as innocent animals instead of destructive monsters.

She'd stew on this later, but for now, they had a sage's wisdom to listen to.

"I see..." So the Revenant wasn't a Pseudolon after all, yet the alternative wasn't any better, instead of a Faux Odin, they had an Undead Ravager instead, equally dangerous and wrong. They had created something that should've never came to be, an abomination no matter their 'nature'. The solution was all the same, extermination.

Afterwards, the matter returned to Valheim's misbegotten ambitions to subjugate the power of the gods. Not satisfied with the desecrating Etro's crystal and the Primals' essence, they sought to spread their corruption to the elemental crystals as well, in fact, they had, partially at least. The Fire Crystal had fallen into their hands... and if the Kirins do nothing, soon, all three would follow suit and the world as they know it would end. Eve fully believed that Valheim couldn't see the certain doom at the end of their ambitions, they'd destroy the world first before acknowledging the price of their arrogance.

"We will. On our lives we swear it." The Pseudolon nodded with all the conviction she could muster, and she hoped each and every single member here shared said conviction. After all, what'd be the point of exacting vengeance, proving oneself, finding redemption, fulfilling one's mission, or finding one's lost loved ones in the face of the apocalypse? No, they'd do this or die trying.

Eve was looking forward to Cid's answers to Galahad's inquiries, see if Osprey could be saved, but then the reanimated corpse of Izayoi's former master returned...

"TCH!!" The black mage gritted her teeth, arcane aura already brimming from her petite frame as she prepared for their second encounter with the Revenant. "...?!" Though her focus was momentarily disrupted by the arrival of none other than the Lord of Hellfire himself...

"Ah...." How majestic, how terrible, all in equal measure, a True Eidolon...

Eve's breaths paused as she took in each and every detail of Ifrit's form, he might not be Bahamut, but even still, his kind were the very beings she and her 'siblings' were emulated after. Witnessing the Primal's glory with her own two eyes, deep in her heart, Eve could understand why Valheim sought to have such power for themselves.

By the time she came to be, Cid's teleportation circle had activated, sending all of the Kirins back to the surface, far away from the sacred temple, vertically and horizontally.

"..." Bahamut's artificial scion looked on toward the horizon, at the ruined village, silently praying that Etro would give Cid and Ifrit the strength to purge the Revenant from existence.

Sighing silently, she turned back toward the party, her comrades.

"That thing is no longer your master, Izayoi, merely a soulless meat-puppet created from using his body," Eve uttered bluntly, relaying the cold hard facts to the Mystrel Samurai, "His soul has long since passed on, now all can we do is destroy it before it claims even more lives that it already had."

Though her frame was much too petite to offer a shoulder to anyone except Miina (and maybe Robin), Eve could do something else to contribute instead, "I'll find and guide them back here." The Pseudolon nodded before she took off her hooded cloak then partially transformed, spawning and spreading her draconic wings to ascend and gain a bird's eye view over the landscape.

Once she had spotted Goug, their chocobos, and cart, she'd soar over to them to guide them back to the party's location. The divines know they could really use a ride or two right now.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

--Hillside Hamlet - Town Hall--

Hmmm... how vexing, it seemed everyone here somehow discerned that this peasant girl was peculiar in one way or another, even someone who lacked mastery over the arcane like Anne. In fact, Anne had the most pronounced reactions of them all. Was there really something she missed? The youkai wondered. Perhaps everything would be revealed once she got around to divining the girl's blood, whenever it'd be.

"Oh, various. Type, health conditions, any mundane or arcane impurities, those things." Remilia shrugged. It was no different than a blood test in Eirin's clinic really, maybe even better.

The possibility of the blonde being an Otherworlder like them was there, but she just didn't stand out enough for Remilia, unlike Gwen and Maokai. Well, like she mentioned, if they wanted to bring her along, she wouldn't stop them.

For her part, Remilia made sure that each villager in the hall had the treatments they needed before departing once more with the caravan.

--Aventon - On the Road--

During the several days since they departed from the hillside hamlet, the Scarlet Devil had sampled the gloomy girl's blood, then found out that she wasn't human, or at least, not 'human' in the Gensokyoan sense, also that she wasn't sick, so whatever's ailing her was probably mental as they had suspected, and... well, that was pretty much it. Without the girl's cooperation, it was quite difficult to gather more information about her.

Though speaking of gathering information, the promised land was within the horizon at last. Finally, civilization, Remilia couldn't wait to indulge in a proper warm bath, eat proper food, and enjoy services as befitting her noble station. No offense to those good villagers, but the vampiress didn't exactly belong with the unwashed masses.

With palpable joy on her pale visage, Remilia didn't even register the slight discomfort of being blanketed under the clear midday sun. Once the caravan had passed the gates, the Scarlet Devil would immediately beeline toward the castle, expecting Anne and whoever else interested in having an audience with the reigning monarch to follow her.

"And oh, Sanae, as soon as you're able, do inform Lady Suwako that we can finally meet with the sovereign of this land. If there's a place to organize a nationwide effort to settle these issues once for all, it's here." Remilia paused just long enough to tell Sanae that before continuing on her way.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

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@LunarParadox I took some liberties with how the way Eirwen would arrive at the piers. Just tell me if you need any adjustments!

@Estylwen Since we'll be in a collab-heavy period, I'm thinking we could have a side-story scene with Headmaster Ashan and Matriarch Jezebel. Maybe she's there during the timeskip period to teach at the College, officially at least, while behind the scenes, she'd be scheming with the headmaster, maybe with the goal of sabotaging the Royal Gardeners. Hey, anything to help realizing her daughter's mission (Read: her ambitions) easier. 😏

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

--Hathforth - Castle Gardens--

Upon Valor's mention of a certain monarch, a flash of recognition came to Melisande, the real one.

King DuFairre... so, this is not a test of loyalty by the Wizard-Queen after all.

Why does it not surprise me that the masked mortal's allegiance lies with the spectre-king? Heh, a new society, 'Enlightened', as expected coming from the monarch who sought to imitate the Shadelings' timeless and ethereal existence. His hubris may just be a match for the human-elf queen.

You speak truth, Kronos. The Duke, the Wizard Queen, and now, the Spectre King. We shall see who shall be left after the dust settles...

"..." As Valor left, Kronos decided it'd be best to keep its silence. For now, they'd simply follow the decision of the Court Mage.

--Hathforth - Workshop--

For the next seven days, Melisande focused on the Seed Grafting project with a devotion that'd rival a dwarven craftsman. Together with her half-elven mentor, she analyzed each nodule of the seeds and meticulously weaved them to join together in harmony, so they might become one, a single Seed, more powerful than the sum of its parts. Finally, she'd employ her mastery of time and space to carefully hasten or hinder certain reactions as appropriate, enabling the project to be completed by the deadline instead of the months it'd have required.

In order to accomplish this delicate task, Melisande didn't have the time to humor hearsays and rumors, fortunately, Kronos could handle such matters via the Simulacrum. The Dremora vowed to keep them safe until it could return home, this was one of its ways to keep that promise.

Apparently, one Duke Willowsteel made a fool out of himself at the gala, one severe enough to land himself in the chopping block, while a whole noble house, the Corrins, found themselves murdered at the hands of an unknown party. Even when there was no open conflict, truly, the life of royalty and nobility wasn't for the faint of hearts.

Finally, on the night of the seventh day, a multi-colored gem shone brilliantly in the Arcane Wing's workshop, the magical stone brimming with mystical power as its magic circuits flowed with perfect harmony. The power to traverse even the most treacherous water with the agility rivaling Princess Azalea's kin was made manifest, for good or ill...

--Hathforth - Harbor--

At the promised day, Her Majesty Evelyn's commission wouldn't arrive via the pier, instead, a ripple in space spawned a few feet away to her side, followed by the formation of an archway-shaped portal. If Evelyn turned her gaze there, she'd see her court mage and his apprentice, and behind them, their workshop.

The Lilim's power over space-time ensured no unauthorized parties could even have the chance to pilfer the Amalgamated Seed mid-transit.

As Melisande was assigned the task of handling the portal, Eirwen would be the one who'd present the Wizard-Queen her prize, her means to - as the Ghost-King would claim - 'summon a monster from the deep'.

@Estylwen @LunarParadox

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

I'm loving all these new characters, I can't wait to see how they'll interact with one another!

@RoseKnightJason Sure! I've made a few edits to the CS with that information in mind.