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-This is an alternate timeline/heavily non-canon RP for any onlookers, just saying!-
Two hundred years after the Galactic Empire was defeated and replaced by the New Republic, and their guardians, the New Jedi Order, the galaxy was at peace. Things gradually became nice and lazy without the threat of the Sith returning... But the Jedi remained vigilant, as they had nearly been annihilated too many times in the past to overlook. It was their sworn duty to defend the New Republic, standing beside them in any and all matters regarding the security of the massive alliance and the safety of billions of innocent people under their control. The Republic was beginning to settle...
They were wrong. The Sith and the Imperial Remnants, who were never truly defeated, charged forth from the Unknown Regions of the galaxy to claim vengeance. They were the Sith Empire once again, just like all those thousands of years ago. Their amount of Force-sensitives was enough to battle on even ground with the New Jedi Order, and even begin to crush them during the opening months of the war. The Republic meanwhile wasn't ready for anything of this scale. They were initially beaten back, and the galaxy was split in half. After the Republic began to hold it's ground and start working beside the Jedi, the Sith Empire's advance was halted. This war wouldn't end any time soon... Today, it's been two years since the beginning of the war. Neither the Empire or Republic want to make too harsh a move, fearing that the other side will suddenly gain the upper hand.
Now, there is a disturbance in the Force. At times, a blinding light, and at others a shrouding darkness. A single person, completely unaware of their unusually potent connection to the Force. This one Force-sensitive could turn the war in the favour of either side, but first they need to get their mitts on him. The Jedi could teach him to use his power to help others, fight for justice and illuminate the galaxy. The Sith would capture him and turn him to the dark side, hopeful that at full power he could decimate the Jedi and the pathetic Republic... But they need to locate him, and persuade or capture him. Of course, there's a war to fight - nobody cares that much about ONE young Force-sensitive all that much, ...yet...
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"Heh, yeah. I think I'm doing alright now, it's just scrapes and grazes. Kinda surprised I'm still alive! Some S-Classers they were... I bet none of them even passed their trials really~, probably all honorary promotions for the Council's loyalty." Rico chattered along casually, lifting his black shirt to reveal heavy bandaging around his midriff. The blade-inflicted scar across it was faded, barely a threat to his health anymore. He then rolled up his sleeve where there was a plaster, "Got shot here... Would you mind taking a look? Doesn't hurt anymore, but it'd be nice to make sure I'm in the clear to go crazy again...!" he chuckled.
Finally, he looked at Yuuki and gave her a proud smile, "Don't look so nervous, you're doing fine..."
Misa giggled and rolled so she was on top of Meli, "Well, there's nothing we really need to talk about. When Ryuji's free and he comes back to us I'll feel whole again. I need both of you by my side.. to be Misa."
Finally, he looked at Yuuki and gave her a proud smile, "Don't look so nervous, you're doing fine..."
Misa giggled and rolled so she was on top of Meli, "Well, there's nothing we really need to talk about. When Ryuji's free and he comes back to us I'll feel whole again. I need both of you by my side.. to be Misa."
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Rushed post is rushed. But it's a post... x_x
"That's so cute, Jerek," Erin teased the younger padawan after he stepped away from Vor'loch, his cheeks glowing. Yep, now was the time to go get dressed up inconspicuously as a member of the galactic public. Anything would do, really. The young Jedi could only imagine any obvious robed Jedi getting vaporized on sight! Suddenly taking Jerek by the wrist, she began to pull her new pal away from the others and out of the medbay, "Let's go find you some other stuff to wear. Maybe we could work on a cover story, too. This might even be fun! What would two teenaged kids be doing running around on Nar'Shaddaa...?" she cheerfully chattered along.
Funnily enough, Erin had her own spare set of clothes to change into, ...or rather strip down to. A crimson dress decorated in gold trims and hems, with side cuts in both sides starting from her waist, which showed the sides of her legs (Chinese~!). Unfortunately for anyone who'd enjoy staring, she wore some tight-fitting black pants which she tucked into her boots. She could conceal her twin lightsabers under the dress easily enough, probably bring a blaster pistol along in a holster or something. She also kept her shoulder-length gloves, seeing as they went with the whole outfit already. Kid had a mind for fashion, despite being Jedi. "And that's that..."
As the brunette padawan finished buttoning up the shirt part of the dress, she emerged into the cargo bay of the CR-25 to wait for the others also heading planetside. Now she was coated with a nervous feeling, wondering how this little trip to the Smuggler's Moon would turn out rather than looking forward to the excitement.
"Calm yourself, Erin... Apparently, there is only peace - just relax." A familiar old man's voice broke through in her mind. A small smile curved on Erin's lips, and for a moment she just stood there staring at the ground with a cheerful grin.
...I wonder where Kolinn got to... And what's everyone gonna look like without robes on?
Funnily enough, Erin had her own spare set of clothes to change into, ...or rather strip down to. A crimson dress decorated in gold trims and hems, with side cuts in both sides starting from her waist, which showed the sides of her legs (Chinese~!). Unfortunately for anyone who'd enjoy staring, she wore some tight-fitting black pants which she tucked into her boots. She could conceal her twin lightsabers under the dress easily enough, probably bring a blaster pistol along in a holster or something. She also kept her shoulder-length gloves, seeing as they went with the whole outfit already. Kid had a mind for fashion, despite being Jedi. "And that's that..."
As the brunette padawan finished buttoning up the shirt part of the dress, she emerged into the cargo bay of the CR-25 to wait for the others also heading planetside. Now she was coated with a nervous feeling, wondering how this little trip to the Smuggler's Moon would turn out rather than looking forward to the excitement.
"Calm yourself, Erin... Apparently, there is only peace - just relax." A familiar old man's voice broke through in her mind. A small smile curved on Erin's lips, and for a moment she just stood there staring at the ground with a cheerful grin.
...I wonder where Kolinn got to... And what's everyone gonna look like without robes on?
Saren Harlaus
Unknown Location, Eastern Drakovia
"This book holds more power than any Mage of the Magiya could ever imagine... You do not understand, I can save this world, I can prevent natural disasters, I.. I can destroy all who oppose the order of the Magiya! We could be the most powerful people in the world! Even the Dragons would fear our supreme power! We could be like gods, Master!"
The metallic rasp of a sword slowly unsheathing filled the dark stone-built hall. It was just the two of them: Master, and Apprentice. One of them would die here. Over what? An old spellbook? This isn't what the old Master-level Mage wanted... "Saren, give it to me. It has corrupted you. ...I can still save you, if only you will listen to reason."
"Reason? M-Master... I understand fully what I'm doing here! This book, these dark secrets, they can save the Magiya! We can just resist the evil, we're immune to such things!" Saren argued, not a hint of doubt or dishonesty in his voice.
"Save the Order from what!?" The old man yelled at his apprentice, "What enemies do we have? What overwhelming threat is there to face? None! By using the power of that tome you hold, you will only destroy our way of life... Please, give me the book. I do not wish to take it from your cold, dead hands - because believe me, that is how far I'll go. But only if you make me." The old man negotiated, but his apprentice stiffly shook his head once again and began to flick through the jet black, ancient-looking book. "...We can still return home, Saren..." He offered, extending his hand out to his apprentice, the other still wielding the silver-bladed sword. A splash of red dashed across the floor as the sword turned on its wielder and stabbed through his gut, the younger of the two Mages shivering with fear at his own murderous action.
"Master... I'm sorry. You don't understand why I'm doing this, ...you... You can't stop me!" Saren muttered in a sad tone, before emitting a monster-like growl and telekinetically slicing the heartbroken old Mage to pieces with his own weapon, despite his attempts to cancel Saren's spells, "...I'm so sick of you, the people I hold dear... You all just.. you don't understand a thing..."
The white-robed mage's apprentice treaded carefully towards his Master's messy corpse and leaned down to pick up his sword. It was automatically drawn to his hand by the powerful telekinetic energy, making the new wielder's frightened expression form into a mad smile. Now there was nothing holding him back. All he needed was time. In due time, he would have unimaginable power. Enough to make the world tremble in fear before the Magiya. No, ...before himself!
Rei Shirokaze
Shizukesa, Northern-Eastern Morallea
"A letter?" Rei asked as she laid down her bokken and knelt on the wooden dojo floor, "But it has already been opened. This was addressed to my father. Why did you bring it to me?" she asked as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with a cloth. The envelopes seal was of Clan Magiya. Golden, so it was obviously a top priority message. It was addressed to Shirokaze Sasuke, Rei's father and the Daimyo of the clan - he was not a King, but a Lord and a General. For the message to have been passed to Rei, it meant he had a task for her. Judging by the contents, ...this was very important.
"His lordship asked me to bring it to you, milady." Rei's personal servant bowed as she spoke, but the silver-haired young lady pushed on her shoulder and waved her hand in dismissal as if to tell her to 'quit licking my boots'. The servant woman looked kind of embarrassed, but also quite pleased. With that over with, Rei began to read.
"Dear Lord of the Shirokaze Clan,
It is in the Magiyan Elder Council's highest hopes that you shall lend assistance in our time of need. We shall spare unnecessary formalities, as time is of the essence.
Nearly one week ago, an apprentice mage of our order left our city with a certain artefact that we currently do not wish to reveal to you for reasons of security. His name is Saren Harlaus; Drakovian born, usually seen wearing cream-coloured robes, noticeable by a razor-like tattoo underneath his right eye. He has black hair, and as of one month ago, has blood red eyes through said artifacts corruptive abilities. The item he stole before leaving the Order of Magiya is dangerous enough to throw the world as we know it into chaos, and we cannot let that happen. Take our word very seriously for it when we say this is not simply superstitious nonsense. The artifact must be secured at any cost! Cutting to the chase... If Saren is to be captured, or even killed if it comes to that, we require a team. If one capable representative were to come from each of Morallea's four clans, the versatility of such a team would be able to track down and capture Saren before he can put any schemes into action.
Sending an army after one man is simply too high-profile.
The representatives shall meet at the place Morallea's four-way Alliance was made at their earliest convenience, as the last contact we had indicated Saren was heading North, into Drakovian territory. The Golden Tablet is suitable enough to meet at due to it's proximity to the Drakovian border.
We wish luck to each of the representatives, and hope to see Morallea's Alliance is still steadfast as ever.
Godspeed,
The Elder Council"
"It seems you'll be away for a while then, milady." The servant woman frowned.
Rei's mouth curved into a slight smile as she folded the letter and put it back in its envelope. Finally she had a way to gain her own respect - no 'princess' issues attached. "Could you do me a favour and fetch my swords and kunai? I'll get dressed into something more appropriate for traveling and get some things to take with me. Meet me by the stables in one hour." She commanded, ...for once in her life.
The servant woman bowed and began tiptoeing off as fast as she could in her decorative kimono, "That's what I'm here for, milady!" She called back almost proudly. Rei was just so boring to attend to, because the girl did everything herself anyway!
"...So you're leaving, huh?" A silver-haired young man asked from the stable doors. He smoked a kiseru and wore a green yukata with varying jungle-like patterns running along it. His left eye was covered by bandages, a wound he'd received as a child. His name is Shirokaze Kirai. Rei's older brother and the next-in-line to become Daimyo of the clan. The two never spoke much, either through past childish grievances or because they just never got around to it. Rei was always training, and Kirai was always out hunting down bandits and the like to sate his seemingly natural bloodlust.
"So what if I am?" Rei murmured as she finished polishing a particularly shiny sword, while a guardsman was saddling the bright white Courser horse behind her. "I'm just doing what I've been tasked with, don't concern yourself."
"Heh, why so cold? I'm just here to wish you luck before you go on your way. Whether you like it or not, I'm still your brother. And this is, what, your first trip away from home by yourself?" Kirai grinned at his little sister, who seemed to be taking in the reality of the situation. To be honest it frightened her a little, but she wouldn't let it show - she liked to keep the image of a strong, independent young lady. Still, Kirai knew that blank look meant she was reconsidering leaving all by herself.
"...What's your point, Kirai?"
Before Rei could react, she felt a pair of arms cradle her and lift her off the ground, her head rested on Kirai's shoulder. He chuckled and patted Rei on the back before putting her down again, "That's my point. I don't give those out often, you little brat... But it's a special occasion." Rei started turning red and looked away from her brother's face. "You look after yourself out there, alright? I mean it."
Emitting a sort of displeased grumbling, the silver-haired girl climbed onto the courser. She flexed its reigns but paused, glancing down at her brother, "You can quit treating me like a kid, thank you very much! ...But I appreciate the concern." Rei turned her nose up, pridefully riding the horse out of castle grounds. Her destination: 'The Golden Tablet' - where centuries ago, Morallea became an independent land housing it's four allied clans. The tablet was a large structure about the size of a house. The text was ancient, Magiyan, but from an era far earlier. There were only few in the world who could read it, and Morallean leaders were made to understand the writing as a rite of passage of sorts.
"Yuki, faster! Let's get there before the others!" Rei smiled as she felt freer than she ever had before, the spirited courser galloping across the open fields. Her first real adventure.
Aura
Arcanium, Central Morallea
"Excuse me~! Is this Ms. Crais Magen's room?" A child's voice rang out in the halls of the College of the Arcane, followed by a few light taps on the door. The snow-white haired little magician stood there with a letter in both her hands as she waited for the door to open. All she was told is that Crais Magen was to be her mentor of sorts on a mission outside of the magical city. Why she had to go was beyond the girl. If it was so important, why send a child along? It was dangerous outside the city! Not to mention, Aura had never stepped outside Arcanium before... Not after she could walk, anyway.
...But maybe it could be interesting, all that danger. An adventure! "Miss Crais~?"
Unknown Location, Eastern Drakovia
"This book holds more power than any Mage of the Magiya could ever imagine... You do not understand, I can save this world, I can prevent natural disasters, I.. I can destroy all who oppose the order of the Magiya! We could be the most powerful people in the world! Even the Dragons would fear our supreme power! We could be like gods, Master!"
The metallic rasp of a sword slowly unsheathing filled the dark stone-built hall. It was just the two of them: Master, and Apprentice. One of them would die here. Over what? An old spellbook? This isn't what the old Master-level Mage wanted... "Saren, give it to me. It has corrupted you. ...I can still save you, if only you will listen to reason."
"Reason? M-Master... I understand fully what I'm doing here! This book, these dark secrets, they can save the Magiya! We can just resist the evil, we're immune to such things!" Saren argued, not a hint of doubt or dishonesty in his voice.
"Save the Order from what!?" The old man yelled at his apprentice, "What enemies do we have? What overwhelming threat is there to face? None! By using the power of that tome you hold, you will only destroy our way of life... Please, give me the book. I do not wish to take it from your cold, dead hands - because believe me, that is how far I'll go. But only if you make me." The old man negotiated, but his apprentice stiffly shook his head once again and began to flick through the jet black, ancient-looking book. "...We can still return home, Saren..." He offered, extending his hand out to his apprentice, the other still wielding the silver-bladed sword. A splash of red dashed across the floor as the sword turned on its wielder and stabbed through his gut, the younger of the two Mages shivering with fear at his own murderous action.
"Master... I'm sorry. You don't understand why I'm doing this, ...you... You can't stop me!" Saren muttered in a sad tone, before emitting a monster-like growl and telekinetically slicing the heartbroken old Mage to pieces with his own weapon, despite his attempts to cancel Saren's spells, "...I'm so sick of you, the people I hold dear... You all just.. you don't understand a thing..."
The white-robed mage's apprentice treaded carefully towards his Master's messy corpse and leaned down to pick up his sword. It was automatically drawn to his hand by the powerful telekinetic energy, making the new wielder's frightened expression form into a mad smile. Now there was nothing holding him back. All he needed was time. In due time, he would have unimaginable power. Enough to make the world tremble in fear before the Magiya. No, ...before himself!
Rei Shirokaze
Shizukesa, Northern-Eastern Morallea
"A letter?" Rei asked as she laid down her bokken and knelt on the wooden dojo floor, "But it has already been opened. This was addressed to my father. Why did you bring it to me?" she asked as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with a cloth. The envelopes seal was of Clan Magiya. Golden, so it was obviously a top priority message. It was addressed to Shirokaze Sasuke, Rei's father and the Daimyo of the clan - he was not a King, but a Lord and a General. For the message to have been passed to Rei, it meant he had a task for her. Judging by the contents, ...this was very important.
"His lordship asked me to bring it to you, milady." Rei's personal servant bowed as she spoke, but the silver-haired young lady pushed on her shoulder and waved her hand in dismissal as if to tell her to 'quit licking my boots'. The servant woman looked kind of embarrassed, but also quite pleased. With that over with, Rei began to read.
"Dear Lord of the Shirokaze Clan,
It is in the Magiyan Elder Council's highest hopes that you shall lend assistance in our time of need. We shall spare unnecessary formalities, as time is of the essence.
Nearly one week ago, an apprentice mage of our order left our city with a certain artefact that we currently do not wish to reveal to you for reasons of security. His name is Saren Harlaus; Drakovian born, usually seen wearing cream-coloured robes, noticeable by a razor-like tattoo underneath his right eye. He has black hair, and as of one month ago, has blood red eyes through said artifacts corruptive abilities. The item he stole before leaving the Order of Magiya is dangerous enough to throw the world as we know it into chaos, and we cannot let that happen. Take our word very seriously for it when we say this is not simply superstitious nonsense. The artifact must be secured at any cost! Cutting to the chase... If Saren is to be captured, or even killed if it comes to that, we require a team. If one capable representative were to come from each of Morallea's four clans, the versatility of such a team would be able to track down and capture Saren before he can put any schemes into action.
Sending an army after one man is simply too high-profile.
The representatives shall meet at the place Morallea's four-way Alliance was made at their earliest convenience, as the last contact we had indicated Saren was heading North, into Drakovian territory. The Golden Tablet is suitable enough to meet at due to it's proximity to the Drakovian border.
We wish luck to each of the representatives, and hope to see Morallea's Alliance is still steadfast as ever.
Godspeed,
The Elder Council"
"It seems you'll be away for a while then, milady." The servant woman frowned.
Rei's mouth curved into a slight smile as she folded the letter and put it back in its envelope. Finally she had a way to gain her own respect - no 'princess' issues attached. "Could you do me a favour and fetch my swords and kunai? I'll get dressed into something more appropriate for traveling and get some things to take with me. Meet me by the stables in one hour." She commanded, ...for once in her life.
The servant woman bowed and began tiptoeing off as fast as she could in her decorative kimono, "That's what I'm here for, milady!" She called back almost proudly. Rei was just so boring to attend to, because the girl did everything herself anyway!
"...So you're leaving, huh?" A silver-haired young man asked from the stable doors. He smoked a kiseru and wore a green yukata with varying jungle-like patterns running along it. His left eye was covered by bandages, a wound he'd received as a child. His name is Shirokaze Kirai. Rei's older brother and the next-in-line to become Daimyo of the clan. The two never spoke much, either through past childish grievances or because they just never got around to it. Rei was always training, and Kirai was always out hunting down bandits and the like to sate his seemingly natural bloodlust.
"So what if I am?" Rei murmured as she finished polishing a particularly shiny sword, while a guardsman was saddling the bright white Courser horse behind her. "I'm just doing what I've been tasked with, don't concern yourself."
"Heh, why so cold? I'm just here to wish you luck before you go on your way. Whether you like it or not, I'm still your brother. And this is, what, your first trip away from home by yourself?" Kirai grinned at his little sister, who seemed to be taking in the reality of the situation. To be honest it frightened her a little, but she wouldn't let it show - she liked to keep the image of a strong, independent young lady. Still, Kirai knew that blank look meant she was reconsidering leaving all by herself.
"...What's your point, Kirai?"
Before Rei could react, she felt a pair of arms cradle her and lift her off the ground, her head rested on Kirai's shoulder. He chuckled and patted Rei on the back before putting her down again, "That's my point. I don't give those out often, you little brat... But it's a special occasion." Rei started turning red and looked away from her brother's face. "You look after yourself out there, alright? I mean it."
Emitting a sort of displeased grumbling, the silver-haired girl climbed onto the courser. She flexed its reigns but paused, glancing down at her brother, "You can quit treating me like a kid, thank you very much! ...But I appreciate the concern." Rei turned her nose up, pridefully riding the horse out of castle grounds. Her destination: 'The Golden Tablet' - where centuries ago, Morallea became an independent land housing it's four allied clans. The tablet was a large structure about the size of a house. The text was ancient, Magiyan, but from an era far earlier. There were only few in the world who could read it, and Morallean leaders were made to understand the writing as a rite of passage of sorts.
"Yuki, faster! Let's get there before the others!" Rei smiled as she felt freer than she ever had before, the spirited courser galloping across the open fields. Her first real adventure.
Aura
Arcanium, Central Morallea
"Excuse me~! Is this Ms. Crais Magen's room?" A child's voice rang out in the halls of the College of the Arcane, followed by a few light taps on the door. The snow-white haired little magician stood there with a letter in both her hands as she waited for the door to open. All she was told is that Crais Magen was to be her mentor of sorts on a mission outside of the magical city. Why she had to go was beyond the girl. If it was so important, why send a child along? It was dangerous outside the city! Not to mention, Aura had never stepped outside Arcanium before... Not after she could walk, anyway.
...But maybe it could be interesting, all that danger. An adventure! "Miss Crais~?"
Rei
Name: Rei Shirokaze
Aliases: 'Hime/Princess/Lady' (Clan)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance:
Faction: Morallean City States - Shirokaze Clan
Weapons:
:: 'Seiryuu', a Dragonsteel Katana made specially for Rei
:: Steel Wakizashi
:: Kunai + Wires, either to throw or in rare cases Rei can use the kunai as whip-daggers.
Magics: N/A - Her katana however has the ability to cut through Magic, absorb it in some cases and release the absorbed magic as a projectile.
Equipment/Items:
:: Wears spare bandages all over her chest
:: Carries a purse with a bit of money
:: Has one long and one short saya for her swords
:: Thigh straps for the kunai spam.
Backstory/Personality:
Shirokaze Rei is the only daughter in the clan's ruling family, and is often referred to as the reincarnation of Masamune, a distant ancestor who spent his early life much like young Rei does. She is a reserved young lady who spends at least 90% of daylight hours in her personal dojo. Between studying, training and meditating, Rei quickly became one of the most skilled 'Blades' of the Shirokaze Clan - ranking 5th after a recent tournament while her brother holds 3rd, and her father 1st. Keeping in mind she's the only female in the Ten Blades, and that she's the youngest of all ten, that's quite an achievement! The teenager has no apparent interest in her own noble status, and doesn't get along well with those in power who don't deserve it.
Despite her tendency to slip into a 'killing mode' occasionally like her brother, Rei has a kind heart and a strong sense of justice. Her neutral or even cold attitude around others is merely a cover at first - she's very friendly and caring to mostly anyone, should she know them well enough.
Aura
Name: Aureno Winters
Aliases: 'Aura' (Nickname)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Appearance:
Faction: Morallean City States - Order of Magiya
Weapons: N/A
Magics:
:: Adept-level Curative Magic
:: Apprentice-level Celestial Magic
:: Novice-level Ice Magic
Equipment/Items:
:: A shoulder-held bag, which she carries a few spell books in along with a rare 'memory storage' crystal.
:: Wears a choker with a white stone embedded in it, an old present from her parents.
Backstory/Personality: Aureno Winters is an Apprentice Mage of the Magiya with a troubled past, and a power that many couldn't easily achieve at her age. Her parents were murdered soon after she was born, leaving little Aura with nothing but a place at the Mage's Academy and a white gemstone which she'd later wear to remind her of the mother and father she never met. After her parents were killed, it was discovered that the one who'd broken into their home stole an important, spherical magical artefact that the two adult mages would deliver to the Council for safekeeping. Of course, they never got to - and the item has been searched for relentlessly by trusted Council-loyal Mages for quite some time now.
Another unfortunate thing that has made her early life until now quite miserable was the other kids at the Academy... Mages usually strived only to gain power, to become more important and to be stronger than everyone around them - even though the Elder Council was completely against these ideals. Aura's naturally steady connection to the magic around her meant she was usually at the top of her class. This only served to anger her 'friends', who quickly became bullies and kept spouting nonsense at the girl telling her to reveal how she became so powerful for her age. No doubt it was all their parents' ideas... So Aura learned how to take a hit by the time she was 10 years old or so, only after many scraps with other students both physically and magically. The child would barely ever fight back, usually resorting to blocking or dodging the bullies as best she could until a Teacher or a morally-sound Master happened along and broke up the mini-duels. It's not like it was unheard of for even Novice-level mages - children - to get killed in fights with other students. But those overly-aggressive types were always cast out, if not imprisoned for their dark deeds regardless of age.
*-Insert meeting Jumal here-*
Name: Rei Shirokaze
Aliases: 'Hime/Princess/Lady' (Clan)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance:
Faction: Morallean City States - Shirokaze Clan
Weapons:
:: 'Seiryuu', a Dragonsteel Katana made specially for Rei
:: Steel Wakizashi
:: Kunai + Wires, either to throw or in rare cases Rei can use the kunai as whip-daggers.
Magics: N/A - Her katana however has the ability to cut through Magic, absorb it in some cases and release the absorbed magic as a projectile.
Equipment/Items:
:: Wears spare bandages all over her chest
:: Carries a purse with a bit of money
:: Has one long and one short saya for her swords
:: Thigh straps for the kunai spam.
Backstory/Personality:
Shirokaze Rei is the only daughter in the clan's ruling family, and is often referred to as the reincarnation of Masamune, a distant ancestor who spent his early life much like young Rei does. She is a reserved young lady who spends at least 90% of daylight hours in her personal dojo. Between studying, training and meditating, Rei quickly became one of the most skilled 'Blades' of the Shirokaze Clan - ranking 5th after a recent tournament while her brother holds 3rd, and her father 1st. Keeping in mind she's the only female in the Ten Blades, and that she's the youngest of all ten, that's quite an achievement! The teenager has no apparent interest in her own noble status, and doesn't get along well with those in power who don't deserve it.
Despite her tendency to slip into a 'killing mode' occasionally like her brother, Rei has a kind heart and a strong sense of justice. Her neutral or even cold attitude around others is merely a cover at first - she's very friendly and caring to mostly anyone, should she know them well enough.
Aura
Name: Aureno Winters
Aliases: 'Aura' (Nickname)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Appearance:
Faction: Morallean City States - Order of Magiya
Weapons: N/A
Magics:
:: Adept-level Curative Magic
:: Apprentice-level Celestial Magic
:: Novice-level Ice Magic
Equipment/Items:
:: A shoulder-held bag, which she carries a few spell books in along with a rare 'memory storage' crystal.
:: Wears a choker with a white stone embedded in it, an old present from her parents.
Backstory/Personality: Aureno Winters is an Apprentice Mage of the Magiya with a troubled past, and a power that many couldn't easily achieve at her age. Her parents were murdered soon after she was born, leaving little Aura with nothing but a place at the Mage's Academy and a white gemstone which she'd later wear to remind her of the mother and father she never met. After her parents were killed, it was discovered that the one who'd broken into their home stole an important, spherical magical artefact that the two adult mages would deliver to the Council for safekeeping. Of course, they never got to - and the item has been searched for relentlessly by trusted Council-loyal Mages for quite some time now.
Another unfortunate thing that has made her early life until now quite miserable was the other kids at the Academy... Mages usually strived only to gain power, to become more important and to be stronger than everyone around them - even though the Elder Council was completely against these ideals. Aura's naturally steady connection to the magic around her meant she was usually at the top of her class. This only served to anger her 'friends', who quickly became bullies and kept spouting nonsense at the girl telling her to reveal how she became so powerful for her age. No doubt it was all their parents' ideas... So Aura learned how to take a hit by the time she was 10 years old or so, only after many scraps with other students both physically and magically. The child would barely ever fight back, usually resorting to blocking or dodging the bullies as best she could until a Teacher or a morally-sound Master happened along and broke up the mini-duels. It's not like it was unheard of for even Novice-level mages - children - to get killed in fights with other students. But those overly-aggressive types were always cast out, if not imprisoned for their dark deeds regardless of age.
*-Insert meeting Jumal here-*
Okay~!
I'll get to work on this *in detail* very soon, I have an entire original world of details to write up! ^_^
It'll go ahead in a chapter-sort-of form, or story arcs, whatever. For now I'll just focus on important things like lore.
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I'll get to work on this *in detail* very soon, I have an entire original world of details to write up! ^_^
It'll go ahead in a chapter-sort-of form, or story arcs, whatever. For now I'll just focus on important things like lore.
Player List -
Jakeozzy
DarkGrey
Demon Shinobi
Petulant/Omni (I don't know your RPG name! >:c)
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"Charge straight in and deal with the problem, huh?" Angelica asked, kind of astonished at the brutal tactic being used. Well, it was a Hibari, it's not like he was going to pull off some kind of epic acrobatic stunt - he was out for blood from the very moment this fight began. Not that Angel really cared how threatening he was - this was such a perfect opportunity... She cracked the whip, making it glow purple and grow a few extra lashes before flinging them at Koichi's legs. The aim here was to get ahold of him, and launch him straight at herself with a very odd degree of strength for the slim-built and short girl. If it worked, she had a simple goal: introducing Koichi to her fist while he was helpless, tied up in mid air.
If it didn't work, she'd just have to try something else...
Kaoru shrugged at the questions asked by the CEDEF's young boss, watching the two with a not-so-interested smile, "Who I am: doesn't matter all that much! Why should you give a shit: we're enemies, and I kinda feel inclined to turn you guys into ash~"
Ruby's eye twitched, "I'm definitely going to cut his head off," she asserted. She punched the CEDEF Storm Ring into a decorated box on her belt with the Vongola crest on it and out seeped red flames that eventually became a falcon. The various troops standing around waiting for the fiery-haired man's command began visibly preparing for combat, as did Leo's pink-haired subordinate, tossing and twirling her blade around skillfully.
The beast let out a fearsome roar, spreading storm flames from it's mouth to destroy many of the smaller spiders before they got close. It then dived to one side to avoid getting bitten by the larger spider, using it's momentum to suddenly break into a charge at Hinata and Ami. The frightened girl gripped around her best pal's chest in the worry that this was the end for both of them, not taking in the fact that she might be restricting his movement, "Goodbye Hinata!" she cried as the sabertooth started to circle them.
There was no chance Ami was going to make a run for it, not with this thing chasing - it was just too damn fast...
Romario flinched as the arrow blazed past his head, narrowly avoiding getting stuck by the projectile. He drew a long revolver and took aim at the Varia woman, "...Bitch! That almost killed me!" he yelled before beginning to unload in her general direction in rage. Every bullet was coated heavily in storm flames, the man's resolve evidently being equivalent to how pissed off he was!
If it didn't work, she'd just have to try something else...
Kaoru shrugged at the questions asked by the CEDEF's young boss, watching the two with a not-so-interested smile, "Who I am: doesn't matter all that much! Why should you give a shit: we're enemies, and I kinda feel inclined to turn you guys into ash~"
Ruby's eye twitched, "I'm definitely going to cut his head off," she asserted. She punched the CEDEF Storm Ring into a decorated box on her belt with the Vongola crest on it and out seeped red flames that eventually became a falcon. The various troops standing around waiting for the fiery-haired man's command began visibly preparing for combat, as did Leo's pink-haired subordinate, tossing and twirling her blade around skillfully.
The beast let out a fearsome roar, spreading storm flames from it's mouth to destroy many of the smaller spiders before they got close. It then dived to one side to avoid getting bitten by the larger spider, using it's momentum to suddenly break into a charge at Hinata and Ami. The frightened girl gripped around her best pal's chest in the worry that this was the end for both of them, not taking in the fact that she might be restricting his movement, "Goodbye Hinata!" she cried as the sabertooth started to circle them.
There was no chance Ami was going to make a run for it, not with this thing chasing - it was just too damn fast...
Romario flinched as the arrow blazed past his head, narrowly avoiding getting stuck by the projectile. He drew a long revolver and took aim at the Varia woman, "...Bitch! That almost killed me!" he yelled before beginning to unload in her general direction in rage. Every bullet was coated heavily in storm flames, the man's resolve evidently being equivalent to how pissed off he was!
Post-Apocalyptic Metros need creepy Metro music
"Last time I was here I was just a kid. I headed south, exploring. The northern tunnel gave me the creeps, and it still does. Start feeling physically sick if I look into the darkness there for too long, it must be a gas or something like that," David explained as he hopped down onto the tracks, the clicking coming from his rifle notifying everything in the vicinity, that he just turned the safety off. It was strange to see the guy tensing up like this - he didn't seem this nervous during dusk up on the surface, what with all that dreadful howling and shit. This place obviously got to him.
Sarah hopped down into the tunnel, clutching where her eye used to be as she landed. The pain wouldn't go away any time soon... When she turned her gaze back up, she was facing the northern tunnel. She froze and stared into the darkness, squinting for something she thought she'd seen. Her mind was already overcome with a feeling of curiosity. Forceful curiosity. The girl took a step forward, a whisper telling her to come closer. Another step and the whisper grew louder. Another step, and a pitch-black hand extended out to pull her in-! ...But David's grip on her shoulder suddenly yanked her away from the seemingly impenetrable darkness at the last moment. He span her around and pulled her closer, protectively, "Don't you fucking dare leave us, Red... You go that way, and I'm not going in after you. Stay focused down here - this underground ain't normal..."
"I- ...What? I was walking behind you with Levi..." Sarah blinked, utterly puzzled at what was going on. Did she really just.. lose it?
David gulped and shook his head before he gently pushed her along, "Not even rats reside here. We're in no-man's-land. Just keep walking the southern tunnel. Stay close, and don't stray. Keep talking as much as we can, alright? Freakish shit affects the mind down here..."
Sarah was fairly stunned by her unconscious stroll towards the unknown, but was now leading alongside Levi with David keeping his eyes on the two from behind, "...What's so different about this metro line to any other? Why is it so dangerous?" she asked, apparently dismissing the paranormal or hallucinating event that took place only moments earlier.
"Keep walking, Red..." Dave replied coldly.
"Last time I was here I was just a kid. I headed south, exploring. The northern tunnel gave me the creeps, and it still does. Start feeling physically sick if I look into the darkness there for too long, it must be a gas or something like that," David explained as he hopped down onto the tracks, the clicking coming from his rifle notifying everything in the vicinity, that he just turned the safety off. It was strange to see the guy tensing up like this - he didn't seem this nervous during dusk up on the surface, what with all that dreadful howling and shit. This place obviously got to him.
Sarah hopped down into the tunnel, clutching where her eye used to be as she landed. The pain wouldn't go away any time soon... When she turned her gaze back up, she was facing the northern tunnel. She froze and stared into the darkness, squinting for something she thought she'd seen. Her mind was already overcome with a feeling of curiosity. Forceful curiosity. The girl took a step forward, a whisper telling her to come closer. Another step and the whisper grew louder. Another step, and a pitch-black hand extended out to pull her in-! ...But David's grip on her shoulder suddenly yanked her away from the seemingly impenetrable darkness at the last moment. He span her around and pulled her closer, protectively, "Don't you fucking dare leave us, Red... You go that way, and I'm not going in after you. Stay focused down here - this underground ain't normal..."
"I- ...What? I was walking behind you with Levi..." Sarah blinked, utterly puzzled at what was going on. Did she really just.. lose it?
David gulped and shook his head before he gently pushed her along, "Not even rats reside here. We're in no-man's-land. Just keep walking the southern tunnel. Stay close, and don't stray. Keep talking as much as we can, alright? Freakish shit affects the mind down here..."
Sarah was fairly stunned by her unconscious stroll towards the unknown, but was now leading alongside Levi with David keeping his eyes on the two from behind, "...What's so different about this metro line to any other? Why is it so dangerous?" she asked, apparently dismissing the paranormal or hallucinating event that took place only moments earlier.
"Keep walking, Red..." Dave replied coldly.
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