Loki Odinson

Channel Surfers (Updating Always, Always Accepting)

@Leaves Cool. It's ok. Take your time. I can wait.

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Who has yet to make their first post? Or have they decided to have their characters enter later?

PotterVerse Inspired Role Play

@World Traveler Well, you've caught my interest, but I do have a few questions: Is this limited to only Hogwarts students or can students from say, Ilvernmony or Dumstrang attend as well? Also, I assume most of the plot revolves around this school trip to Egypt?

Channel Surfers (Updating Always, Always Accepting)

@Leaves I suppose you're going to drop this?

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I don't think I'll post again until everyone's made their introductory post. Just so everyone's on the same page as we kick off.

Channel Surfers (Updating Always, Always Accepting)

Kaine Lee

Level:1
Experience Points://///XP: 0

STRENGTH: (This stat determines physical strength. Melee damage, how much you can carry in your inventory, and other tests of strength are affected. 2

DURABILITY:(Durability is utilized in the regards of taking damage. The more points in this stat, the more the individual can withstand pain or attacks.) 10 (+2)

INTELLIGENCE: (Intelligence is a useful stat. Skills are easier to learn and more experience points come as bonus.) 8

AGILITY:(Agility deals with reflexes, evading attacks, and overall speed.) 9

PERCEPTION:(Perception affects aiming with projectile weapons. This statistic is also great for detecting traps, enemies, and ambushes.) 6

LUCK:(Luck affects chances of critical hits, loot drops, and other matters.) 5

Kaine blinked, a half-empty bottle of Sprite held to his lips. To be honest, he hadn't been paying much attention to the others gathered in the room, eyes glued to the flat screen TV before him from his position at the back, leaning against the wall as he - like everyone else - awaited the start of the much-anticipated program. For him, anyways. It was apparently meant to be something completely new and original, and Kaine's curiosity was peaked. Nothing much was original nowadays in the entertainment industry. He wanted to see how the producers would pull this one off.

Needless to say, he was caught completely blindsided when everything went weird. I mean, who the hell would believe the TV suddenly became a miniature blackhole and decided to suck everything in? He just experienced it and it wasn't quite registering in his head. Was the Sprite spiked? Was he hallucinating right now? ...The pain in his back from where the corner of a random table seemed real enough, though. And the soaked hem of his shirt from the spilt drink felt cool and smelled real.

Pushing himself to his feet, Kaine sighed softly as his surrounding descended into predictable chaos. Did anyone else besides him realise they were acting out a cliche "mass freaking-out" scene when something totally out-of-this-world happened? Slowly edging away from the epi-center of noise and tears, he took the opportunity to scan his new surroundings. Huh. They were somehow transported into the Wild West. More specifically, a tavern in the Wild West. Time travel? Dimensional travel? Despite the bottle of alcohol arranged neatly in the cabinet behind the bar counter and the opened bottle of whiskey beside a shot glass placed haphazardly next to the TV, there was no bartender in sight. Or any other patrons besides them.

The noise of static crackled again, succeeding in quietening most people and the woman appeared on screen once more. Kaine's gaze did not waver from the screen when the woman started talking, absorbing the small information dump with a growing sense of incredulity and fascination. Well, this idea certainly is original, he'll give them that.

Eyeing the new portal distrustfully, Kaine pursed his lips for a moment, deep in thought. Then he shrugged and stepped towards is when it was clear no one else was going to be the first. Glancing over his shoulder at the murmur of discomfort that rose due to his actions, he cocked an eyebrow. "What? Do you all really want to be stuck here until you starve to death or worse? Look on the bright side. That lady said this is the first channel, yeah? So one down, a hundred to go. One step closer to getting home."

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@Yuria Naw, I don't mind at all. As long as he doesn't actually decide to take a chunk outta her. I mean sure, she can regenerate a limb or two after eating her fill, but, ya'know, it might scar her for a while lol

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@T Risket My character is a new recruit. Or, well...fairly new. Probably only been on one mission. It's been about a month since she was forcibly recruited, anyway.

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The steady, monotonous motion of silk threads knitting two pieces of fabric together was her only form of entertainment for the past however many days. Fingers unceasing in their task even as her eyes flickered over to the numerous gorges lined up neatly on the top right corner of the bed frame. Thirty-one scratches. Thirty-one days. An entire month since she was separated from the Brood Mother she was meant to guard. If it wasn't for the small webs she weaved at weekly intervals in the corner of her cell, she wouldn't have known exactly how many days passed since. There were no windows - as expected - and the light within this dreary building was artificial. Kept from the outside world and even away from other prisoners, there was no doubt this treatment was to keep them subdued. Remind them who exactly was in charge. There was even something within her cell that was forcibly keeping her in her human glamour. A sigil of some sort.

Belze had seen a couple of supernatural creatures being led or dragged in. Only for a couple of seconds as they passed her cell. Most were pissed off and fuming, others seemed simply resigned to their fate as a forcibly recruited member of the Order. The Arachne had been the former when the Knights had taken her away, mercilessly dragging her further and further away from the direction of her Nest. From where every instinct in her screamed to head towards. She should be by her Brood Mother's side. When they tossed Belze into her admittedly luxurious cell, she had screamed in anger and tore through the few furnitures within in a fit of fury. It took the entire day for her to calm, and was more subdued after she awoke the next day, amongst the ripped blanket and abused mattress.

It wasn't because she accepted her fate. Far from it. It was because she caught sight of another prisoner being led in. Cloaked, masked and shrouded in black. Covered as they were, there was no mistaking the shiver of fear that ran down her spine. What sort of creature that being was, she had no idea, but resolved to stay well away. Her instincts were blaring full force until they disappeared from view. It seemed she underestimated the true might of the Order. If they were able to recruit someone like that...Either way, her days of boredom dragged, broken only after she decided to kill time by mending the fabrics she ruined. The Knights didn't seem inclined to replace anything she ruined, after all. Nonetheless, Belze didn't think the watchers would take note of her hobby, for after every piece of damaged cloth was mended - flawlessly, she might add - threads and yarn of different colour and quality were delivered to her. Not that she was complaining, for she was grateful for something calming to do.

Faint footsteps sounded, drawing closer to her cell and she paused, staring unerringly at the two Knights who stopped just outside. They didn't look like they were here to deliver her daily sustenance. And indeed her deduction proved right, for without further ado, the door to her cell swung open and the pair stepped in, grabbing her upper arms and frogmarching her out. Sighing inwardly, she allowed herself to be manhandled. Better show no resistance than make things difficult for herself. Bidding their time was what a Mygalomorphae is best at.

The chapel Belze was brought into was less glamorous than what she expected. It was simply adorned, with a large wooden cross and a few pews. The interior would have looked more at home in a small country church rather than within the headquarters of the infamous Holy Order. Blatantly ignoring the weapons aimed to remove her head from her shoulder and cleave her in twain, Belze rested her weight on one foot and propped her right hand on her hip, facial expression all but screaming boredom. Glancing around to take in the assortment of creatures now out of their cells, the Arachne unabashedly looked her fill, gaze lingering over each one as she mentally analysed each one, making sure not to even think about looking at the shrouded one. A couple of supernatural beings visibly grimaced, obviously uncomfortable standing on holy ground.

A fairly large human - a priest from the looks of it - began addressing the audience, drawing Belze's attention back from her observation. Scoffing softly at his quip about serving mankind, she inwardly vowed that the moment the Order moves against her House, she would not hesitate to turn on them, her life be damned. It wasn't as if these priests do not have a contingency plan laid out in case their supernatural recruits went rogue.

Accepting the embroidered handkerchief with a nod of thanks, she inspected it idly, rubbing the synthetic silk between her fingers. Figured it was something bought in a souvenir store. But at least the flowers were bright and nice to look at. She could do better in her sleep. Pinching a corner of the cloth, she waved it over her head to catch the speaker's attention as soon as he was done. After a dark-skinned human-looking being finished exchanging pleasantries, of course.

"Pardon me, Senior Paladin Jeremia Mundenburg." The Arachne gave her sweetest smile. "May I have a copy of the scripture in seal script? Thanks in advance!"

If the priest was going to keep quoting lines from scriptures, the least she can do is read the damn book and understand the references. Plus, she's rather curious about why some text is able to ensnare minds into believing in an entity that might not even exist.

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Belze of the Mygalomorphae

Name: Belze, of House Mygalomorphae

Age: 31

Appearance:

True appearance

In her true form, Belze is easily 2m tall, 70cm of which is the height of her upper human body (from the tip of her head to the abdomen). The human part of her sports unblemished, ash-grey skin, looking as if it's chiselled from stone. Of course, it is mere human flesh. The fingers of both hands end in sharp claws, the same shade of dark grey as her spider half. She has mandibles poking out in between her thin lips. Like all Mygalomorphae, their mandibles point downwards and do not cross each other.

Human appearance

In her glamoured human form, Belze stands at 168cm.

Classification
Arachne/Jorogumo
These long-living, half-human-looking half-spider race is made up of females only, for they reproduce with unsuspecting males of other species before either killing them off or keeping them in a state of comatose, wrapped in a cocoon of webbing for further use. Most Arachnes have long lifespans. Arachnes are split into various Houses, categorised by habitat/environmental nature and led by the Brood Mother, with a handful of Brood Elders as second-in-command. The Brood Mother is usually followed by two Brood Guards, sometimes more, depending on the size of the House. Each House has their own territory, but it is not uncommon for neighbouring Houses to descend into conflict over territorial disputes, or simply being the case of one House targetting a weaker one. Arachnes share a Brood mentality, where the Brood Mother is the supreme leader, and the most important member of them all. By nature, they are ruthless towards enemies, indifferent towards those they deem neutral and relaxed amongst confirmed allies. Each House has their own unique ability.

Those of the House of Mygalomorphae are a sneaky bunch even if some are rather big, and prefer to observe before striking.

Powers
1) All Arachne have supernatural durability due to their exoskeleton, and can stand both cold and heat (not to the extreme ranges, but higher/lower than most beings)
2) Their supernatural regenerative abilities only kick in when they suck the fluids out of a prey
3) Their sting induces paralysis. Of course, stronger beings require a larger dosage, and beings immune to poison are naturally immune to the Arachne's sting
4) They can shoot webs out the rear and from their claws
5) Arachnes can telepathically summon help from normal spiders under the same category as they are, in this case, the Mygalomorphae category (for example: trapdoor spiders, tarantulas, funnel spiders, etc)
- House Mygalomorphae's unique ability: Chameleon-like camouflage

Skills

Positives
- Like all spiders, she is an excellent weaver
- Extremely stealthy and agile despite her size
- Deadly at close combat
- Good at ambush and guerrilla tactics
- Extremely patient

Negatives
- Only one House of Arachnes is able to wield magic. Unfortunately, Mygalomorphaes is not the one.
- While she technically can wield a gun or the like for long-ranged combat, her multiple eyes does make it inconvenient and distracting, so she doesn't do long-ranged
- Overly-cautious and analytical
- Lightning is the one element she dreads facing
- When forced to engage in outright combat, she will keep fighting no matter the injuries she sustains until either she dies or her opponent does

Weapons or Artifacts: The only artifact she has is called "Brood Mother's Justice". It takes the form of claws which melded with her fingers and appears to be an original part of her. It has no magical properties other than being extremely durable and sharp. There are only three such artifact, and every Brood Guard of the House of Mygalomorphae bears it as a symbol of their status. Only in death does the artifact detach and is handed over to the new Guard.

Personality
Positives
- Extremely patient
- Able to think on her feet in the heat of battle. Cool under pressure
- Works hard to eliminate personal flaws as best she can. Even as a Brood Guard (and mainly because she is one), she firmly believes that there’re still things to learn and skills to polish every day. No one’s perfect, after all.

Negatives
- Overly-cautious and analytical
- Has a tendency to over-estimate her opponents and under-estimate herself. This doesn’t usually happen, but when faced with someone she knows outclass her, she tends to second-guess her actions.
- Has an explosive temper and will become reckless when the Brood Mother is threatened. (Doubly so now, as her new Brood Mother is rather young.)

Biography
Hatched from a small cluster of eggs spawned from a Mygalomorphae Arachne and a Manticore, Belze, although the runt of the clutch, was still blessed with a large form thanks to the male's genes. From the moment she could see and weave her own web at the age of six months, the female who gave birth to her - Fyre - took her clutch siblings and herself away from the nest and threw them out into the wide expanse of the Mygalomorphae's territory. Left to fend for themselves, they needed to survive until Fyre came for them again. How long that will be, they had no idea. But that was Arachne tradition. As Fyre was a warrior of the House, her offsprings would be set on the same path, and only those who had the ability to survive as a hatchling would be welcomed into the fold of fighters.

So for days Belze crawled through the territory, more often than not taking advantage of her camoflague ability to sneak away from danger than engage in a fight. She saw the gruesome end one of her siblings suffered by being too arrogant. Mygalomorphae's territory it may be, but that didn't mean the Arachnes chased away every other creatures. Because if they did, what will they eat? As she was now, even a hellhound pup would have no trouble ripping her in two. Less than a year old, Belze was only two feet tall.

Despite the various dangers, she survived by consuming smaller insects and animals until Fyre returned. The clutch of thirteen was now five. Proven that she has what it takes to be a warrior, she and her siblings were shoved to train with the veterans, learning to take advantage of their stealth to ambush and attack, to spin traps and use their multiple eyes effectively. For four whole years this went on, until they were deemed good enough to re-integrate into the House as full-fledged warriors. Before they could actually call themselves Warriors of the House, though, there was one last trial. To bring back the corpse of a creature on par or stronger than themselves. Belze caught within her traps a young witch and didn't hesitate to suck her dry.

From there on, Belze led the fairly exciting life of a warrior, patrolling the territory, training the hatchlings, participating in skirmishes against other Houses and fights between creatures looking to take over Mygalomorphae's territory. Of course, there were the occasional humans who hunted the supernatural, all of varying capabilities. She was lucky enough to survive each encounter. Perhaps it was due to this that she was picked as the next Brood Guard at the age of eighteen human years when one died. This also marked her first time seeing the revered Brood Mother face-to-face.

However, a decade later, tragedy befell the Mygalomorphaes. Skinwalkers launched an attack on her House in a bid to move into the Arachne's territory due to the barren state of their own. During the conflict, the Brood Mother was critically wounded when the Guards were swarmed. Victory for the House was bittersweet that day and went uncelebrated. The Brood Mother's heir was relatively young, and amongst the three appointed Guards, only Belze survived as the previous Mother's Guard. After failing to protect the previous Brood Mother, Belze took it upon herself to be the new Mother's shadow. Unfortunately, in the middle of the third year serving the new Mother, she fell victim to The Order.

At first, she tried resisting, taking advantage of the fact they didn't seem inclined to kill her just yet. However, what she least expected happened. The Knights of the Order managed to pinpoint the exact location of the Brood Mother's nest. Any further resistance from her would result in the death of her charge. Unable to see a way out, she caved. So it was in her thirty-first year that she was blackmailed into working for the Order in exchange of her House's continued exsistence.