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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Had to edit some pics and fix some little layout problems.

Might do a relationship thingy for her too ^^

Also: Fasha Sip

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Fasha Sumbul

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◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈
Fasha stands at a petite and delicate 5 feet 1 inch tall. Despite her small frame, she exudes an air of nimbleness and grace, moving with effortless elegance. Her lithe figure and well-toned physique contribute to her agile presence, hinting at the underlying resilience beneath her enchanting facade. Fasha has a mane of lustrous light blue hair that contrasts strikingly with her olive tone skin. Her ruby eyes hold an alluring gleam.

Alternate outfit

◈ "The only way to deal with temptation is to yield to it." ◈

◈ N a m e
Fasha Sumbul

◈ S p e l l c a s t e r N a m e
Aromance

◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
19, 5ft1 (155cm), 112lb (51kg)

◈ R a c e
Mystic

◈ G e n d e r
Female

◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
Bisexual

◈ Y e a r
5th

◈ P e t
A Tree Monkey she is quite fond of called Alqafz

◈ H o u s e
House of Ivar

◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
Yes.

◈ C l a s s e s

◈ Gifts

◈ Theater

◈ General Combat Training

◈ Herbology

◈ Care of Lekëon Creatures

◈ Student Council

◈ A r e Y o u O n Y o u r H o u s e ' s W a a g a T e a m?
No.

◈ "If the end justifies the means, I am content to use any means necessary" ◈

◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Cunning ◈ Ambitious ◈ Sensual ◈ Dishonest ◈ Fickle

Due to her lower upbringing, she has developed a cunning and ambitious nature, which drives her to rise above her humble circumstances. Fasha is resourceful and quick-witted, always seeking opportunities to gain power and influence. Her cunning allows her to navigate the intricacies of the academy's hierarchy, adeptly strategizing to secure her position and further her ambitions.
She possesses a magnetic allure and is aware of the power that her physical presence holds. Fasha exudes confidence and charisma, using her sensuality as a tool to captivate and manipulate those around her. Her ability to generate pheromones adds an extra layer to her seductive charm, allowing her to influence and entice others to her advantage.
She is not afraid to resort to dishonesty and manipulation when it suits her goals, often weaving intricate webs of deception to achieve her desired outcomes. Fickle by nature, Fasha's loyalty and allegiances may shift depending on where she sees the greatest benefits. Making people believe in their friendship only to have them dropped off once their usefulness disappears, making full use of her gift to make it seem like it was their fault it broke apart.

◈ H i s t o r y
Fasha was a frail yet hard-working girl, working just so she could live more comfortably with her parents. It was not a pretty or carefree life but once her gift manifested everything she knew and held dear flipped upside down. Her parents began to take notice of the potential profitability that her new gift brought and hid their intentions in a caring facade.

The constant pressure of wishing to please her parents and the realization that she was being used caused a change in the girl. More and more she wished to break free from her parents’ control, working for whoever could help her break free. The criminal world was not a place any person would wish to be in but for Fasha it was freeing. Using her gift to benefit herself and no longer tied to familial ties.

Rumors about her gift began to surface about her gift which caught the attention of other mystics and once she was caught in the act of trying to steal from one of the higher society. This encounter was the catalyst that set her life at the academy to begin.

◈ R e p u t a t i o n
A cloud of mystery is cast upon her. Many people outside of the Ivar’s are perplexed on why she would ever be picked to become Illuminaire. Her peers in the House are cautious of her. Her strings seem to be attached to a lot of the school’s influential types

◈ G o a l s
Guided by her drive for self-furtherment, Fasha desires to gain more riches, more connections and more control over the underworld.

She would throw it all away to blend into high society to live a life of luxury and leisure.

◈ R e l a t i o n s
Fasha does know all that much where her family would be at this point, nor does she wish to know. It would only bring back the meek girl from the past.

Fasha has been trying to convince people about her “crush” on Taegan Granlock.

◈ "Pheromones are world’s primordial idiom." ◈

◈ M y s t i c C l a s s i f i c a t i o n
Elementalist

◈ G i f t
Incense

◈ M y s t i c C o d e
Fasha possesses the gift that allows her to generate pheromones and scents that allow her to evoke emotions and physiological responses of others. She can emit pheromones inducing fear or desire, influencing feelings of unease, infatuation, or attraction. The intensity, duration, and target audience of her emissions can be adjusted, Ranging from it being small enough to barely be noticeable to becoming a thick fog.

◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e s
Her powers are very restricted in open/windy areas, since she can lose all sense of little control over it with a gust of wind. It also requires a good focus on one’s own emotional state so as not to affect one’s self.

One thing that can be viewed as a weakness is that it has no direct destructive ability to be used in combat.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

This looks super fun! I'm thinking of making either a Elemantalist because sometimes simple gifts are a lot of fun to build upon and master or a Astra, really going into one niche sounds fun as well ^^

The Hourglass Order

The Galleon

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Dory was cleaning her rifles, making sure everything was in its peak condition. She did not wish to be a liability, especially when a crucial role like this was cast upon her. She had drawn out a little ‘map’ of sorts based on what she saw herself and from the accounts of others. Pointing at one portion of it.. ”If the commotion is from that area then…” Her finger hovered around the paper before placing it on another spot. ”Then it might be best for me to enter through here.” With a determined look the girl began to set out. Do not fail yourself and the others again, Dorothea

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The time has arrived. Dory was fully equipped and rested. The equipment she wore combined with her magic proficiency made getting onto the ship not too much of a hassle. Walking next to people made her rather uncomfortable, this kind of magic is not something she’s been too used to outside of the school. Without much issue she managed to snatch the keys and knock out the guard.

She slowly but surely began to free the prisoners until there were only two cages left. A giggling man and a girl? She decided it was a good idea to let the giggling man free and for her thanks the man jumped her, stabbing her in her spleen and running off. ”Scheisse!” She tried her hardest to numb the pain with Chemical magic but it stung like hell.

Dory leaned against the wall, clenching her wound. "Letting out. Will kill largest problemers." said the girl in the cage as an explosion rocked the boat and caused debris to fall. She was unfazed. "You won't just stab me like that other guy, right?" Dory, had in truth forgotten for a bit that she wasn’t alone, looking towards the girl being rather conflicted about letting anyone else go. A simple "No." was all the girl gave her.

"Fine..." Against her better judgment she opened the cell, letting said person go. The girl walked out, hood lowered to reveal a young, roguish girl. First, she headed to a nearby crate that nearly got impaled by a broken plank, and inside she carefully extracted a sleeping and very cold Sumpfkrake. "The little guy going to be alright?" Her eyes traveled to the Sumpfkrake as she was preparing to go out and help where she could help. "Thinking so." she said, before continuing her walk out of the dungeon. "Friends?" she pointed upwards. "Some of them, most of them aren't" She shrugged. "pirates aren't usually what I consider friends, after all." "Agree." she hears a noise and turns toward the slightly unhinged door to her left. She put her index finger over her lips while briefly shooting a glance at Dory. "Shhh." Dory nodded and kept quiet as she was told to.

Then, the worst thing that could happen… happened. A massive energy draw began to be felt from where she and the girl stood. It made her sick. She tried her hardest to focus her magic to escape but she couldn’t get anything out. As if Oraff-Zept was looking favorably at her she was saved by the girl she had freed at the last moment. She could feel parts of her skin start to get ripped from her fingertips. She’s felt atomic magic before, she’s experienced the overwhelming energy of the VOID yet nothing has made her as sick as the thing that stood before them. A creature made from the surroundings, people included. A freak of nature. Something only a vile Yasoi could ever think of bringing into this world. "Dieser verdammte spitzohr ist eine schreckliche Person” But she knew she could not do anything by herself… some people are just stronger even if they do not deserve to be so.

The Hourglass Order

An Zenui

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If there ever was a case to be made about being in the wrong place at the wrong time, this would be the one. I should have seen it coming when a bucket hit me at the speed of light! Fiske had been monologuing to himself for quite a while. Everything about today has been nothing short of a disaster! We were almost regarded as guests of honor! But if that stupid noble brat did not act all high and mighty and that girl didn’t try to poison the king we would’ve been able to relax and let others take care of us for a while.

I was even nice enough to cover for that snake lady and I did not get any thanks for something that could put everything in jeopardy! If anything I never get enough thanks for my extreme effort to make everything go as smoothly as I can. His rant began to boil over with frustrations from this entire tasking mission. This was supposed to be a mission that they’d save the others and then go back and relax. Now they’ve landed in Pentad knows where!

If only Marci had kept track of the would-be assassin, if only everyone kept to their usefulness this would’ve been over by now. My greatness is utterly wasted in this kind of environment! And not just that, everything that has happened has been utterly absurd! Desmond going faster than me? What kind of sick joke was that? It almost felt like the gods were holding me down… And don’t get me started on the mushroom key. The boy could practically rip his hair out just thinking about it. ’Oh, it’s just a mix of Binding and Chemical’ my arse! A couple squishy mushrooms do not have the properties to bind into a working key, if he would’ve tried to harden it with chemical or kinetic magic it would’ve crumbled inside the lock.

His right eye began to twitch. Then when we found the would-be assassin, all we did was ask questions. Why, just because she turned out to be a woman and we caught her at an inconvenient time? The fact that they couldn’t see through such an elementary disguise from her was nothing short of a joke. If that crippled girl Penelope were to put on a beard you’d still know it’s her, no?

And now they wanted to help her out let alone listen to what she had to say and take it seriously. This woman attempted regicide and now she asks us to do things for her? Why should we even do anything of the sort? I have no reason to care about this gods forsaken sandy shite hole.

The Hourglass Order

Secrets of Kirimansk

(Yvain's POV)

After a decent night’s sleep and still feeling somewhat awkward without the use of magic Yvain set out with Yuliya, the girl that always seemed close to his cousin yet he knew very little of.

First they stumbled upon an old lady, a yasoi fisherman and a man who Yvain fondly remembers. The mere commoner that thought he could handle the greatness and perfection that is the pride of the Berbignons. Seeing Yuliya approach the woman let him trail after her. He did not speak the language so his understanding and participation around the conversation was next to none… Although his face was probably enough to get the woman to feel more comfortable around the two… As Yuliya finished the conversation and moved forward towards a warehouse the noble left with a shit eating grin on his face, staring Igor straight into his eyes.

Once arriving at the warehouse they assorted themselves as true nobles, even if one was of the merchant class supposedly. They were supposed to be here and what was this guard supposed to question them on it? After a small chase after a suspicious man with a box they stumbled upon some Nikanese swords and wielding it was truly natural for the two members of the Oath of the Blade. Once the box was acquired the two began to look for a locksmith and stumbled upon a tower. The two blondes climbed the stairs like it was their own house’s and soon enough came trouble peaking it’s head out. Four filthy commoners that do not know their place did not move out of the way for them. Their behavior was truly vile as they drew swords towards their betters.

The bout was glorious! Swords clashed as they focused on the Perrench man. Not like a pitiful four men could ever do anything against the utter peak of humanity that is Yvain de Berbignon. As beautiful as a butterfly, Yvain moved along the stairs, parrying most stabs and slashes from the man. gracefully trying to disarm them. However his hand got slashed once. His expression was no longer one of a smile. One of the four men tried to slash once more. The swords clashed, followed by a jab from the Perrench man and in one clean slice he was disarmed… quite literally. Yvain talked through the man’s screams of agony. ”A deserving punishment for spilling a noble’s blood.”

The other three were not finished yet after such a sight and one even tried to push the savage noble off the railing and to his fall yet the Vossoriyan woman made sure it was not Yvain to take that fall. His anger by this disrespect was starting to boil over and as if Eshiran himself wished for their demise he received a couple more cuts from one of the remaining men. Angrily clashing swords with the man, Yvain yelled and kicked. ”FILTH, FILTH, HOW DARE YOU!” After a barrage of sword hits the man lost his footing and without a second of doubt Yvain cut straight through the man’s neck.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the final standing man insists. "I won't cause you no more trouble. Wasn't nothin' personal, milady." He nods toward Yvain. "Milord." The man hides his burning anger whilst groveling in front of the two. This act of acting his position caused Yvain to be of sound mind once more and the pair made it upstairs once more.

Entering inside the two were spotted, the guards glance among themselves in uncertainty and then one twists to look at Yuliya. He crosses his arms. "Little politeness goes a long way 'round here, rich girl." Yuliya stops, slashes the blood off her foreign sword and sheathes it, before giving a curtsy. "Sir, four ruffians have just accosted me and attempted to steal our chest here. Could you do us the favor of leading us to the locksmith?" with the sweetest smile she could muster, knowing that if this smartass commoner made one more remark she'd lose it.

Another man approached the two. He looked her up and down, stroking his bushy beard. He nodded. "Sorry you had to go through that." He nodded in Yvain's direction as well."Looks like you know how to handle yourself, though." He waved her forward. "Ivan, Vassily!" he shouted. "Take these two up top. Take 'em to the smith.” And before long they were led towards the balcony and they were told to wait for the smith. Yuliya however split off from Yvain to inspect the area further by going a floor up through a trapdoor.

Yuliya was taking quite a while… too long even. It caused concern in the noble's heart and forced him to feel uneasy. He decided to inspect the same area as Yuliya and what he found was rather something he did not want to see. An unconscious Yuliya and a group of men armed, pointing their rifles at him. In an act of defiance and sheer luck he managed to drag the girl away but his luck soon gave out as he was hit in his spleen by one of the bullets, slowing him down enough for the others to surround him.

As the others surrounded him a weird gas from the floor above began to fill the area as one of the men put on a mask. Then… like he was invigorated by divine means he got his magic back. pushing the gas away from him and into the assailants causing most to gasp for air. ”Be prepared to face true divine might!” Bullets were no longer a concern, they could not even get close to him and soon enough only one man stood defiantly against him. Clicking his tongue, he began to clench his hand as he attempted to stop the man’s heart. Before realizing the mistake that had been made everything went dark..

Yvain awakened to a woman’s screams, he was scared. What even happened before? He was winning and suddenly everything went dark. Thinking about it gave him a chill. He kept completely still as the feeling of these entities drawing were enough to even make him hesitate to act. He overheard the conversation between Yuliya and another woman as his restraints came off. Yvain’s thoughts ran in circles. The Vossoriyan was a Sanguinaire? Does Penelope know? If she does, why hasn't she told him yet? Is it a trust issue? Can he trust her around his cousin? He played along like nothing was plaguing his mind, not saying much.

The Hourglass Order

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Barracks under Siege

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Involved: Dorothea, Manfred @Force and Fury, Qasem & Viktor @YummyYummy

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Gunfire rang constantly from the direction of the barracks. The headquarters of law enforcement in Mandelein was quickly established as a stronghold to keep citizens safe. Constable Leonhardt was leading the stand from the roof of the building while Laura sniped from the old tower and other constables tried their best to repel the beasts from elevation. A couple wielding spears were the only units standing between the beasts and the improvised haven that wasn't a makeshift barricade made of wooden junk. Luckily for them, the beasts lacked the intelligence to exploit the shortcomings of their defense, but their brute strength was going to be enough in just a few minutes.

The constables weren't the only ones fighting - Viktor was there too. He wasn't in the safe zone, and instead took on the beasts. He had started from roofs, and after taking down one of the creatures, ended up dragged down by a more aggressive of its kind and was forced to get close and personal. Not that he couldn't do it, he held his ground with a knife and his own impressive strength.

“Hohenfelter!” called out the Magusjaeger as he kicked the still very active beast away. “Just in time. I counted six of them, plus this one.” he explained before charging it to swipe the slightly disoriented beast. He was managing on his own, but soon there would be more beasts upon them, “There are more coming. But they're mostly busy with the barricade. Not that it has much time left.”

Indeed, four of the six were mowing down the defenses and soon would be primed to commit a massacre. The constables were the only ones truly holding them back. If their barricade and two men on the ground fell, it'd spell the end for the barracks.

Six of them? How many of these freaks of nature are around? The idea that there were more than one beast was something that was already discussed but this? How was this not spotted beforehand? Should I use it in such an open space? Dory thought to herself, being rather hesitant to use magic that might have her viewed in a worse light than she already is.

She readied her rifle and steadied her aim. "We have to make sure these things don't hurt anymore people."

Manfred nodded. "You do whatever you need to stay safe, love." He glanced significantly at her headwear, hiding his scowl of disapproval. Then, looking at Viktor, he sprung into action, raising his rifle and snapping off a series of shots at the monster his fellow magusjaeger had kicked.

Qasem kept himself close to the conspicuous couple of the group. He sought out opportunities, as he knew the true threat that lurked in Mandelein, and it was not the primitive beasts that littered this town. But for now, he pointed his lion's stinger toward the second beast that had taken an interest in them and chugged his 'magic juice'.

Manfred's shot struck true, and then they were all over it: him, Dory, Qasem and - unexpectedly - Viktor. If the latter two didn't do much, then the same could not be said for the power couple. Manfred and Dory attacked in tandem, and it wasn't long before one of the monsters lay dead at their feet. Cigar hanging out one corner of his mouth, mustache magnificent, Manfred began by blowing half the second one's face off. the others finished the job. to their credit, even Viktor and the Darhannic were useful. He grinned. "Hah! Like shooting fish in a barrel!"

That was how it continued. If Manfred had once struggled with mastering magical combat and with his new rifle, neither was novel to him anymore and the use of both came easily. Dory, as well, was absolutely deadly. Viktor killed a beast in one shot. Such was the ease with with they dispatched these monsters that Qasem could run interference and strengthening at will. Something that should have and certainly could have been a life-or-death struggle was more or less trivialized by the application of sheer Drudgunzean FIREPOWER.

When it was over and the final monster lay scattered about ten yards from Manfred in pieces, he turned to his beloved and smiled warmly. "The couple that slays together stays together, no?" He blew her a small kiss and winked in the direction of the flabbergasted crowd, just as he had with Dory a couple of minutes earlier, only this current wink didn't say, 'I am going to fuck you stupid tonight' like its predecessor had.

When she asked about his cigar, he glanced sadly at the butt of it lying on the ground, used up and forlorn. Then, he reached into a pouch, pulled out one more and, with a twinkle in his eye and a grin, conjured a lick of flame and lit it up. "For mein Spratzmuffin." After getting it started, he held it out to her.

Dorothea did not show any hesitance this time. She wasted no time with worrying and threw her strongest tolerated magic at these monsters. "Eat Scheisse, all of you!" A feeling of satisfaction ran over her as these beasts fell. Glancing towards Manfred with a smirk. "But of course we'd stay together, love. And nice shooting, well... for a Kerreman."

She gave the man a little wink before pointing at the cigar. "Mind giving me a puff?" Manfred made a little horrified face at her 'Kerreman' comment. "Oh? Ya? And that Koppelman you so eagerly use? Where is that from, my dear?" Dory whistled unknowingly. "I do not know, dear. Where does it come from?" "You cheeky bitch," He lowered his voice. "I'm gonna fuck that little smirk right offa you tonight." "Well... only if you could lead, that is." It seems that such a comment only made her more smug.

The threats had been destroyed. Viktor wasn't one for theatrics as much as the youths, but it did prompt a chuckle from the experienced magusjaeger. His Koppelman was reloaded as he kept a lookout for any threats. “Impressive, Hohenfelter. And the lady.” he nodded toward Dory.

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Second Wind

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Qasem sighed in relief. So much carnage was avoided by their quick intervention and his colleagues' brazen recklessness that ended up paying off. "Are any of you hurt?" he called out as he walked toward the barracks. But then he stopped. They all felt it - intense heat coming from the right. And during this brief moment of distraction, it could emerge from the alley behind Qasem. The creature leapt at the Darhannic, and the man quickly turned to use Lion's Stinger as a quick barrier between him and the threat. It was another beast, but thinner, shorter and definitely more agile. Where the others were around two to three times the volume of a person and some being double the height, this one was a couple of centimeters shorter than Qasem. It also didn't have the mighty strength of the beasts, but it would be enough to keep him pinned. For a moment he had a clear angle to impale the reckless beast, but something was wrong. Something made him hesitate as he saw the beast lunging at him.

"Help!" the creature had scratched him up, and was now trying to rip a piece off him with its teeth.

But just as his calls for help reached the others, the surge of energy they had sensed crashed into the group. It was one of those fiery beasts! One with its eyeballs literally melted and spread the flames onto buildings it passed by. Viktor was the closest to its course and wasted no time focusing it down with his Koppelman, while Dory would have a piece of barricade flung at her from the beast's flailing arms! Manfred, on the other hand, was the best placed to fully assess the situation being the furthest from the flaming monster.

Dory, thinking quickly enough, managed to propel herself away from the piece of barricade flying her way. Qasem however, was not as lucky, getting bit on his arm by the beast that had attacked him before. Luckily for him nobody truly saw that he was afflicted. The beast that had attacked Qasem before turned its gaze at the others. It looked a lot more lean than the others that they had encountered before.

The thing’s attacks did not have too much punch to them compared to the others but hitting that bastard was the hardest thing even for the three magusjaegers. The speed of it caught even a veteran like Viktor off guard as the beast stabbed into his abdomen with its claws before retreating. After much back and forth attacks and evasions the beast was finally hit, growling loudly as it cried in pain. It however was far from being done with the group.

It lunged towards Dory but the Feskan froze, was she an easy target? Could she be frozen from the fear of death from the thing coming her way? It was then that the girl moved, grabbing it by the beast’s throat and arm before using its momentum and what little kinetic prowess she had to slam it to the ground, ready to snuff out its light before Manfred yelled out. "Schläfere das Ding ein!" without much acknowledgement towards the other Dory tightened the grip as her chemical prowess did its work, soon enough putting the beast to sleep. "Gute Nacht, du Dreckskerl”

The Hourglass Order

Adventure around the town

Playful treats

Yvain looked towards Penelope as her cousin was binding food into existence, a weirdly warm smile covering his face as the loaves turned to cookies and more sweet delicacies. In truth he was a bit jealous of such abilities. For all the finesse and beauty his appearance gave off his affinity towards magic is more brutish than anyone he knows.

What a drag.. Yvain looked rather tired with all the locals messing around with his hair and tugging on his clothing. What a horrid curse, to be so beloved by all! But alas, it is a burden to bear If he had the freedom to move he would have dramatically placed the back of his hand on his forehand.

The Perrenchman’s interest was caught by her cousin shaking her head as if certain thoughts were plaguing her. Was he responsible for those thoughts? People were always acting differently around him when she was present. The expressions, the minor changes in body language. In truth, he had always appreciated having her around as a source of genuinity.

Penny knew the chemical formula for sugar, so, with a smirk and some trial and error, she began making sweetbreads, and then... Well, why not icing sugar? Cookies, cupcakes, and then cakes! She worked her way up the ladder. The kids darted in when they thought she wasn't looking and stole some and she pretended not to see them, except when it was too obvious. Their punishment was a tiny electrical zap on the rear and a dab of frosting on the nose. Before long, they were coming back in just to be caught and it became a kind of game until some of the village women broke it up.

They shooed the children away to go bother Yvain after that, and sat around her, speaking in their strange tongue and communicating through gestures whenever Nikolai wasn't around. The Perrenchwoman may have even picked up a few words of Kyrgish in the process. She made dough, as well, and some of the women brought out boards and formed a circle, kneading it as the hours of Oraff edged toward those of Eshiran. For a moment, she was just one more woman in their circle: part of something and no different than the others. Her heart swelled with a sense of purpose. She would use her power to ensure that this place - a place that was good and right - would thrive and not wither.

Seeing some of the children leave his presence to go over to Penelope to steal some of the treats she created could not help but put a soft smile on Yvain's face. Soon enough they returned to him as they were shooed away. A rather surprised look came across his face as he was offered a piece of a cookie from one of the children. Taking the piece and eating before clapping his hands and showing the children around him some small illusions such as floating cookies and cakes. The floating delicacies moved about around the children as if they were in a dance.

The Begemot

Nikolai’s weight shifted. His nervousness was palpable and contagious. The smallest of children near Penny and Yvain broke out in tears, somewhere further away, a dog howled, but it wasn’t enough to cut through the excited whispers of the translated news of the begemot and her child making its way through those gathered.

"Arrête de rêvasser, cornichon!" Penny pulled on all of her kinetic power to blow past her cousin. "Les petits gâteaux et les biscuits n'arrêteront pas le mastodonte!" At this rate, the Begemot would catch Ilvir in a minute or two, and the lure would do nothing to relocate it.

Yvain clapped his hands and soon enough the little floating pastries disappeared, carefully plucking the locals off him. Seeing his cousin blow past him caused him to chuckle. "Frimeur. " He prepared to catch up to his cousin. Cela ne suffit pas, je dois être plus rapide. Realizing that just augmenting his pace would not be enough.

Yvain's stance got more relaxed, lifting himself up from the air and soon enough darted towards her cousin. He was able to close the distance between them but did not manage to overtake her. This can't be right. Did he lose his edge? No matter. This is not a time for his ego to be hurt, even if it were to sting.

Landing not too far away from his cousin. "Suppose we can't just use brute force against this thing, huh?"

Penny shook her head, trying to create some water in the dirt and mix it in ahead of the begemot. She gritted her teeth. "Non, cousin, I think not. Now come help me, would you?"

Yvain sighed. "Cher moi, I am not a chef." He began to use his kinetic magic to create small rotations in the softer earth. "I can mix it as well as a trained cook, however it will do the trick. You focus on softening the earth." The mud did not slow this behemoth down at all.

People barking orders at him would usually be met with a proper punishment, but through it being a high tension situation and he seems like the dumb yelling type he let it slide. "Least you could’ve done is grovel at my feet and beg for my help…” A rather annoyed look appeared on his face before. "But it seems you truly would be hopeless without his gracious moi!” His smug aura was practically radiating off him.

With a sigh he nodded towards Yuliya to start to coordinate with her. In truth, Yvain was rather frustrated by having to work together with a merchant, or rather one pretending to be one. Even if his ability for illusions is not the highest, this was humiliating. "Travaille avec moi, lumière" As he tried his hardest to coordinate with Yuliya to get their structure of light to move away from the town slowly. As it started to move Yvain could be seen with a shit-eating grin. "Sometimes I scare myself with how talented I am." Even whilst under this mental strain of keeping such a behemoth consistent. It did not stop him from looking as perfectly presentable as ever.

As the Begemot started to move away the illusion began to dissipate Yvain let himself slump over a little, not even caring about the mud all over his frame. ”I did it… I actually did it…” The boy’s voice was soft as if trying to not let anyone hear it. His giddy smile said more than words could have. It was one similar to an excited child. Once realizing how he may have appeared he coughed a little before standing upright and showing his noble character once more. ”It seems like I am truly gifted in every magic that I start practicing. I might give old Bene-” He halts himself as he was close to saying something that might have insulted such an important figure.

The Hourglass Order

Searching for the search party

Dory & Laska @Force and Fury

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Visiting the Husband

It was naught but a few minutes later when Edyta moved off after Dorothea to see if they couldn't find anyone to help in their search for Manfred, the two yasoi girls, Viktor, and Anna. In truth, she noticed, Ymiico had disappeared as well, shortly after some incoherent speech in broken Avincian earlier

The household Sister Laska and Dorothea would be seeking was the carpenter's abode. Heinrich Stigenroth was, just like his father and the father of his father, a simple man that worked with his hands. The 'shop' was open, with a good half converted into a workshop and the other serving as a living space. Mandelein had its own carpentry guild, however with the arrival of a child and Anna's ambitious to follow her step-father's footsteps, the father had made preparations to do more minor work from home.

Of course, in these troubling times there would be no work done. Just the cries of a needy babe and a father far too overwhelmed to handle things at the moment.

Dorothea paused upon hearing the cries of the child, looking towards the good sister. "Think he can help? He looks like he has more than he can handle anyway."

"Do you think Lady Stigenroth might still be... out there? If she was wounded badly and with the time that has past..."

The two women would end up at the carpenter's door with baby cries resonating from beyond the thick, stone walls. It took a solid minute of frantic footsteps until the door was answered by a young man with black circles around his eyes and unkempt stubble. “Was?” he asked dryly, clearly not in the best of moods.

Dorothea looked somewhat hesitant to ask anything of the young man, his appearance did not look all that rested. "Ich frage Sie nur ungern..." Her voice became dry just by trying to get the request out. "Der Suchtrupp ist ebenfalls verschwunden. Wären Sie bereit, uns bei der Suche nach ihnen und Fräulein Stigenroch zu unterstützen?"

Heinrich shot a nasty glare toward Dory, “Es ist Stigenroth. (It's Stigenroth.)” he corrected with growing anger in his voice, “Wie soll ich dir helfen? Ich habe einen Sohn, der seine Mutter braucht. Es ist ein Tier auf der Pirsch. Und ich bin nur Zimmermann. (How do you want me to help? I have a son that needs his mother. There is a beast on the prowl. And I'm just a carpenter.)” his hand clenched the doorknob and seemed about ready to close the door, “Bis zu Ihrer Ankunft war alles in Ordnung. Wie kannst du meiner Frau helfen, wenn deine Freunde es nicht können?! (Everything was fine until you got here. How can you help my wife when your friends couldn't?!)”

"Heinrich." Edyta placed a hand gently but firmly on the door. "The fear and helplessness you are feeling right now is not something I am... unfamiliar with." She bowed her head and shook it tightly. "And I shall offer up prayers to Ahn-Eshiran to spare your wife, but I believe that Ahn-Dami gives us free will so that we might act to make good on what we pray for, empowered by the Gods." She paused as Dory translated for her.

"Perhaps the people sent with us are her deliverance. They have succeeded and are on their way back this moment. Perhaps they have failed. If the latter is true -" she shrugged. "Then I doubt we will succeed alone." She was not finished, however. "Yet, it also strikes me that this task falls to us as no other people in this town are looking for her." The Rezaindian shook her head. "It is not my place to guess why that is, but it occurs to me that, were they to lend a hand, we would have a much better chance of success." She gazed up at him implacably, but not without empathy either. Much of the personal effect was surely lost as all communication needed to be filtered through Dorothea, but at least the girl was an emotive speaker.

This woman spoke just like Jacques. All these religious formulations and confidence in a divine presence were all too intangible to Heinrich when his problem was very real. It all felt like an excuse to not take things as seriously as he was. The lone father was just about ready to slam the door into Laska's hand until Dory's translation got to the point: They wanted to do something, and they were asking for help. His expression hardly changed from one of contempt, but he was no longer clenching the door.

It took a brief moment of silence before he'd answer to the nun directly, “No can help, me.” he said in broken Avincian, “But Koppelman?” he tried to explain what he meant, but lacked the vocabulary, so he gestured for the women to follow him to a shed at the back. There, hanging on the walls and surrounded by well maintained tools of a carpenter was a Koppelman 211 - similarly custom-made for the needs of the region. That thing resembled a portable cannon and was definitely heavy. Heinrich would explain that Anna's great uncle would hunt Skuggvars with the thing, although nowadays there was little use for it. It also came with five heavy caliber bullets. Why gather people when a big weapon wasn't going to second guess you at any point?

Dory's eye inspected the rifle... well it was quite a bit bigger than a normal rifle, her eyes would practically sparkle whilst looking at such a beauty. "Eine Koppelman.... Was für ein Prachtexemplar. (A Koppelman, what a beauty.)" Her sight returned to Heinrich with a look that gave mixed messages. On one side it practically begged him May I? May I? May I? whilst also asking Is it really okay to lend such a thing

Heinrich didn't seem particularly enthused in giving away such a prized item to strangers, but they were also the only ones that were going to do anything about this. He merely gestured toward it, essentially giving the okay to Dory.
With the big weapon in hand and time being on short supply.

Conversation through the mist

It was about time the duo made off into the Teufelssumpf, following the path the previous group had taken. They had, at the very least, the location of the hunting lodge Viktor had been using. However, after a half-hour trek, they'd find it, of course, empty and without any indication of where the group may have went as Viktor had taken the map with him. Not optimal, but there was something both women could notice that definitely seemed off: Increased moisture and a drop in heat just two hundred meters North-East of the lodge.

A cautious inspection would lead them to find a wall of fog in that covered a good 500 meter diameter. Sensing what was inside was difficult, as it felt like a lot of the energy there had already be used up somehow. The fog itself definitely looked out of place in this softer weather and just suddenly appearing there. For Laska, this could've been a trap, especially if she was convinced this was a Wildblood issue. Usually, when transformed, these creatures were consumed by rage and a desire to feast, but once they were 'taken by the beast', they eventually adapted to their form and, while definitely not 'intelligent' by human standards, developed instincts and strategies to catch prey without being overtaken by a murderous drive. This could very well be one of those traps.

Sister Laska's demeanour had changed. Her eyes flicked about suspicious and she seemed tense. Reaching into her satchel, she quickly pulled out a prime shot. There was a ghost of a scowl and she downed it without much fuss, tucking the empty vial back in. "You have some special trick up your sleeve, right?" she inquired, giving Dory a once-over. Her eyes lingered on the crown for a moment. "I may need you as bait but I don't want to leave a helpless babe out there in the forest." She began to grow indistinct, as if already slipping into the space between realities: that comforting space where everything was better. "No matter what it is, it cannot sense me in that place. If you can draw its attention, and you're strong enough to hold it off, then I can appear at the right moment and solve it, once and for all."

She smiled in what was perhaps meant to be a reassuring way, but Edyta did not have that sort of manner about her. "Don't worry. This is not the first monster I have hunted." With that, she began to move, for there was ground to cover and a hunt to be had. The crown... the demon crown. She could sense its energies. She could hear its whispers! How they called to her, taunted her, begged her and mocked her. She tried not to visibly shake her head. Whatever the beast was, she was certain it was powerful. yet, it was nothing compared to whatever had been sealed within the headwear she had not once seen her counterpart remove.

As Laska asked her about any special tricks Dory smirked and lifted the hand cannon up. "I have the Koppelman." Oh, she could almost be seen to be hugging that beauty of a rifle. Then as the seriousness kicked in she looked rather hesitant to say anything. "I do... Although I prefer not using it. It's not something people will look kindly upon." Dory tapped her crown softly with a questioning look on her face as if she were begging for advice.

Edyta pursed her lips. "Hmmm. Yes." She kept her voice low as the walked, even though there was nobody to hear them. "That is a dark magic artifact of unfathomable power." She shook her head, taking a couple of cursory glances around. "Sometimes, it is necessary for the light to use the darkness. That's what I was taught..." She trailed off and the place they were walking through became more deeply eerie than before. "But still, I have my doubts." She paused and a look of some concern came to her eyes. " You haven't made any sort of deal with it yet, right?" Surely, nobody could be so daft.

"Unfathomable power? My little crown? Surely if that were to be the case you would have enlightened me on it all the way back in Ersand'Enise." Her expression was saddened by her zeno group friend's words. "Doubts? What kind of doubts? That I do not use my gift to shine a light in the darkness? To try and make it better for my loved ones?"

A powerful human and threatening artifact had entered the den. Both would inevitably get noticed by whatever prowled these cold, misty grounds. Stray bones of wildlife found by trees were the first hints of something that wasn't quite right. Some of them almost felt purposeful in their placement, like a warning. But there would be nothing to sense within the intruders' range.

Deeper in, they would end up before a very steep downward slope. The fog wasn't letting up and the bottom was hard to distinguish, although basic drawing allowed them to determine it was no more than ten feet deep. On the slope itself were many roots from the nearby trees sticking out, some of them looking to have been uprooted not too long ago. Maybe from something that tried to climb out?

Beyond a couple of birds flying above the trees, there were no signs of life. Not even the smallest of critters.

Then came the distorted, remote howl coming from the West, very much beyond the foggy perimeter they were in and all too similar to what they had heard on their first day to Mandelein.

Little time was giving for these two to ponder, however, as an overwhelmingly powerful force downright dragged them into the pit. A pit full of bones and cold, damp dirt.

She had been misunderstood, as was so often the case. Edyta shook her head. "Nevermind. We have a job to do and I will have your back. I will explain later, if we live." With that, she let herself sink out of this reality and into the space in between.

Scarcely had she done so when there came the howl of what could only be a monster, somewhere off to the West. The rezaindian stayed her course, however, rising close to the surface of the grey space and faintly sensing Dory to keep track of her. They were stopped at the edge of a pit of sorts and there was something eerie about it, without a doubt. The Feskan leaned over the precipice to peer in and, to Sister Laska's horror, seemed to lose her balance and start falling in. Głupek! She shouted at the girl mentally, diving out from the veil to grab her.

That was when she realized her mistake. Dory had not fallen. She had been pulled, and so was Edyta. Maybe it was the shock of judging so harshly and then being the idiot herself. Maybe it was the setting, her suspicious, and her lack of sleep. Whatever the reason, she was too slow in fading out of the world. By the time that she had, she was at the bottom. She went evasive, ready to attack if needed

The moment she felt herself being dragged downwards the first thing Dory could think of was propel herself upwards, however no matter how much force she put into the spell it did not matter for she was going downwards into the pit whether she willed it or not.

Landing onto the damp dirt rather roughly. She wasted no time to get up however, readying her rifle whilst clicking her tongue. "Scheisse, ich bin so blöd!" Looking towards Laska to check up on her. "You okay?"

The Greyborn faded as she watched, disappearing into the space between dimensions with a small nod. Now, it was time to see what sort of hell awaited them.

The pit was filled with bones, some with old, rotting meat on them, others with puddles of congealed blood below them. Most were animals, with even a Skuggvar carcass set aside, belly wide open, but there were some unmistakably human bones too. The stench had become overwhelmingly powerful to those who lowered themselves into the foggy den of death.

Before Dory, and eventually Laska, was a growing mass of energy that lurked within a burrow on the earthen wall opposite of them. They didn’t need to sense any energy or even see anything to know they were being stalked. Something behind the white veil, hiding inside the earth, had picked them as an appropriate mark for dinner.

The thing crawled out of its space now that it had prey in its trap, and the sweet scent of food was too alluring. A large, barely human-like shadow began to grow within the fog. Loud, uncouth steps were getting ever closer to the duo of women that had gotten lost in the woods. Just a few more steps, and they could see the horror for what it was. Sticky, unkempt grey fur covered the beast that easily tripled their height, yet remained hunched to just barely surpass the tallent by a head or two. By how it stood, it was clearly bipedal but it favoured using its humanlike front paws to drag itself forward as would an animal.

It was now close enough for its face to be seen. It’s snout was that of a human, but its lips and teeth were undoubtedly that of a beast’s, clearly canine by the shape of the legs and the rows of teeth. It’s eyes were a strange blend of both worlds, making for an uncanny and misshapen horror that was the beast’s face.

It eyed both prey, and then stood on its hindlegs before unleashing an ear-piercing screech that would echo through the entirety of the Teufelssumpf. A howl so strong it could almost shatter the wills of both Laska and Dory as if they had tangible forms.

The beast engages

They were not given the luxury of any leisure as they recovered from the fall as the beast lunged towards Dorothea. A gasp of surprise was all that the time allowed to escape her mouth as the beast was quite a bit faster than his size would tell them. In a moment of desperation used the frame of the beast to propel herself back with the use of what little knowledge of Kinetic magic she accumulated. Her arm shook as the girl noticed that said push was not enough for the arm to go completely unscathed.

The good sister however was able to land a clean slice against this thing’s knees. Growling in pain, the beast turned its gaze towards the sister which had delivered the blow. Dorothea tried her hardest to give Laska some breathing room by distracting it with magic of her own. It barely affected the large figure to much of her frustration.

The beast was strong, but Edyta had seen things like it before, and knew it was no match for her. She had already damaged its left knee. She now savaged its wrist with blood magic. Then, Dory struck with an arcane lance that burned it as well. They kept it this way, pinned between them, alternating attacks as needed.

The beast recoiled and glared at the two. Instead of lashing out, it extends its hindlegs, the initially wounded one now fully healed, to stand up completely straight. Then, it howled once more, although not nearly as loudly as it was with the one before. However it wasn't an intimidation tactic. Both Dory felt herself compelled to withdraw, make herself small and her body felt overall weakened. Edyta did not stick around for it. The moment she felt it - eerily like... She shakes her head to clear it. She fades into the space between realities. The beast itself looked invigorated in some way.

Dory felt her mana not doing what she wished them too made her somewhat remember the start of what happened with the highwaymen. However! She was not as reliant on only magic as before! This time she has something else to help in cases like this.

She steadied her aim, waited for the right shot and fired away. The kinetic energy released by it was enough to practically fling the girl away. All that mattered in the end was for it to hit its mark and hit it did, the bullet hit true as a hole was blasted through a part of its abdomen.

The beast cried out as the bullet hit it. Its attention returned to Dory and attempted to gore her, luckily as it was about to bite down on the girl. Edyta summoned all of her kinetic magic to slam its hideous head into the ground. The beast only grunted further in pain. Blows were exchanged between the two parties yet Dory began to falter, her spells began to lose its effectiveness against this hulking monster. The beast was taking control of the situation as it circled the wounded women as if they were cornered prey

In desperation Dorothea fired a Dark Bolt and like it was as slow as molasses was dodged by the beast. The good sister began to build up a rather large cryogenic spell. Dory panicked as a lot of the damage done to it began to slowly heal away. The energy radiating from Laska’s spell caught the monster’s attention. Dorothea knew there was only one way she could hinder such a beast and once more readied her the Koppelman, steadied it for how much she could in what little time she had and fired it a second time, hitting true once more. The beast recoiled from the hit and cried out. This gave Laska the perfect window to release her spell upon the beast, freezing it in place.

The mist subsides

Finally, it was encased in a prison of cold that penetrated through the massive hole in its body and glaciated its entire bloodstream. Still, it didn't falter. In its agony and rage it attempted a final, desperate attack on the nun, only to stumble and fall right before her feet. Its heart had exploded from within, and no amount of binding could restore it from such catastrophic damage. The beast, with slush for blood pooling under it, had been slain.

Sister Laska lined her scythes up to either side of the beast's head, crossed.

It didn't feel right.

Certainly, it had been powerful - a menace, even. Certainly she was good at the job for which she had trained since she had first manifested the Gift. Dorothea was, unsurprisingly, a capable mage, and with both Dark magic and the Koppelman in her hands... a menace.

Edyta's muscles flexed - taut and sinewy - and her twin blades finished the job. Slushy half-frozen blood squirted and then slowly began to pool. "This was a beast, to be sure," she said evenly, "But it wasn't the beast." She shook her head. "The things we found in that dungeon. They weren't like it." The rezaindian pursed her lips and made a sour face, shaking her head tightly. Then, she forced a smile. "But we did well today. I could not have done this without you."

She forced herself to gaze dispassionately upon the creature's misshapen horror of a face. So close. She had come so close to death, at least a handful of times in that fight, and Dorothea, even more so. Still, we were only two. She'd been blasted with fire and burnt, despite her mastery of the Thermal and her attempts to resist it. The wounds were healed now, covered with fresh pinkish skin. It was far from the first time Edyta had smelled her own flesh cooking and it likely would not be the last, but her clothing was tattered: almost indecent, and it bothered her. There were no men present, but she still pulled what remained of her habit over to cover her largely-exposed left side. Then there had been the teeth, the fangs, and...

Most of all, it had been that...noise. The rezaindian had second-guessed it a few times, but her calling was specialized enough to have had contact with it before. It reminded her of Command Magic, as daft as that sounded. It reminded her of such and... she considered paying a visit to Fr. Dubosque, but she did not trust him, in truth. She would have to pray on the matter. For now... "We should leave this pit of death and search for the others." Her voice became grim. "First, however, within this place."

Dorothea's hands shook as the adrenaline from what had just transpired started to fade away.

Not good enough the girl gritted her teeth.

With the satisfaction of having beaten this thing came a feeling of bitterness. After everything she has done to be more imposing, more powerful it did not help much against this... thing, every spell she threw at it barely had an effect if any and it left her frustrated. Never has she been this close to death before. Eyes travelled towards the Koppelman in her hands, clenched tightly. "Firearms never let me down..."

This must be discussed with the young brother at the church. Turning towards the sister. "Do you think we might be able to find more evidence if we search this thing's pit for a while?"

With its death came the dissipation of the fog its body had been emitting, likely as a means to disorient and trap prey. There were bones everywhere, and a lot of rotting meat. The skuggvar is had been eating had been dead for likely over a week. The human bones looked old - not ancient, but old.

Inside the den it had made itself on the earthen wall, there were piles of old clothes and leathers, along with a piece of metal that shined as the sun reflected on it. Some of the more intact skeletons and carcasses may also have goods that could be of use. If this experience taught this group anything, it was that anything they could find could be a considerable use in their endeavours against aberrations of nature!

Laska’s search

Edyta went more or less immediately for the shiny object. Call her worldly or simple minded, she didn't care! She reached out. Laska found an old but well-preserved watch with a Haureenium casing. A very fine piece of Thalak craft with the initials 'C.W.' engraved on the shell. Would sell for quite a lot, or just tell the time very well. What is it doing here in Mandelein? Edyta blinked, pocketing it as evidence. She cast about for more. The skeletons were too old to be any of her peers, and that was some relief, at least.

There wasn't much more bling to find. A lot of it was old tools, bones and dried flesh. She could notice that the watch wasn't close to any corpse, and there weren't any bones in the creature's small den. It definitely gave some consideration to hygiene. It occurred to the rezaindian, briefly, that this watch had likely belonged to the original human that had become this... beast. She searched carefully for any further evidence of a link to someone she might be able to research later.

Unfortunately there wasn't too much to find beyond this watch. Clothing had long since been ripped apart and decayed into the soil. There were pieces of a rifle nearby, although most of it had been charred from the beast's flames

Dory’s search

Dory looked towards the skeletons. looking around to see if anything was moving before inspecting them to see if they'd hold anything of interest. Dory found corpses of various typical wildlife in the Teuffelsumpf. Some human bones too with not much left of them. There was a big Skuggvar carcass stinking up the place. And a few echobird feathers remaining that aren't burnt from the beast's rampage. Dory grabbed the feathers before she made her way towards the Skuggvar carcass whilst preparing herself for the stench.

There wasn't much to salvage, except for the Skuggvar's tail, still filled with quills and Dory ripped it off before looking towards the sister.

Continuing the search

Edyta grabbed the stock of the rifle, just in case and, with that, she dusted her hands off and emerged from the den proper. "I think that about wraps things up here. We should go meet with the others."

Dory followed suit. "I hope the others are okay, if things similar to this one is why the others took so long... It makes me concerned for their safety."

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The Hourglass Order

Enjin

S O R A Z A R U ❖ 空ろ

”Of course I am the best, otherwise I would not be here”

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2 2 | Ō N O | C A L L I N G | 7 2 | S K Y B O R N

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A P P E A R A N C E ___ __ __ _ _ 外観

Black, messy hair and gray eyes and somewhat below average height. The young lad in his twenties certainly doesn’t look too professional and does not pretend to be. His attire is made to stand out. The fur-lined clothing combined with the metal accessories not truly befitting of his class gives him the general appearance of a bandit. The tekkō, suneate and belt serve as added weight to the skyborn’s frame. He binds a red cloth around his arm every time he has beaten someone who considered themselves better than him.

B A C K G R O U N D ___ __ __ _ _ 履歴

Not everyone is born on equal footing. Some are born silk whilst others in cloth, yet there are the unfortunate few that do not receive even the common people’s privilege of the cloth. Some are born in even lesser standings due to the sins of their parents. The son of two Hinin beggars, used for pity from the passerby and as soon as that faded was thrown out. Having to grow up by collecting the scraps of the scraps. As a petty thief the boy raided the food supply of anyone and anything, be they human or animal. A couple years ago he was caught trying to steal food from the Ōno clan.

Being pardoned upon swearing allegiance to the Daimyo himself. Many still doubt his loyalty and honesty in his words. Some have given him the derogatory nickname of Sorazaru due to the way he moves and acts.

P E R S O N A L I T Y ___ __ __ _ _ 人格

❖ Smug
❖ Sadistic
❖ Recalcitrant
❖ Competitive
❖ Unruly

By not having owned much through much of his life he has gotten quite the complex of proving that he is better than others for they do not know the life of a street urchin. He’s not one to be efficient around fights as his complex around proving his superiority causes him to “play with his prey” so to say.

He has no respect for most people of a higher social class than him however the daimyo himself is one of the few exceptions.

M O T I V A T I O N ___ __ __ _ _ 動機

Even if he usually has no respect for any form of authority he does wish to prove himself to Ōno Murashige as both a way to repay his debt to him as well as climbing the ladder in the daimyo. He is rather content with his life but something in the back of his head to strive for more, to wish to bring one’s self even further up on the hierarchy.

T H A U M A T U R G Y ___ __ __ _ _ 魔法

Having picked up lots of small bits during his wandering, he has acquired a rough understanding of magic and how to best apply it. His favored techniques all fall under the Kinetic school as he mostly uses it to become even more nimble and sometimes when needed put a little more punch behind his light body. In recent years he has picked up small bits of both Chemical and Arcane techniques, making him truly a pest on the battlefield.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S ___ __ __ _ _ 技量

❖ Light on his feet.
❖ Stealth
❖ Infiltration
❖ Blade Dancer
❖ Sleight of Hand

Having to steal to get by. He has gotten quite adept at infiltrating homes and even a castle at one point. Making full use of his Skyborn to get in unheard. His swordsmanship has been completely self taught and thus can become quite unpredictable from the normal swordsman. Taking inspiration from looking at others' fights and movements from performers.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S ___ __ __ _ _ 弱点

❖ Etiquette
❖ Smug
❖ Bad Temper
❖ Master of None
❖ Physically Mediocre

Being a previous street urchin the boy has not properly trained with the blade or any weapon for that matter and thus can not wield it as well as any other swordsman. Another obstacle he has to face on the daily is intrigue with his lack of proper etiquette.

I N V E N T O R Y ___ __ __ _ _ 所有物

❖ A strangely well made blade.
❖ Spoils of battle on his frame.
❖ A Gourd filled with spirits.
❖ A satchel of coinage from the Daimyo

M I S C E L L A N E O U S ___ __ __ _ _ その他

❖ His color code is 964B00
❖ He has a feathered partner he named Tomotori

Just thought I'd write this as a proof of concept