Lord of Evil

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Alphonse put his hand to his chin as if to think. The boy wasn't phased by the having his head part, not because he was used to it but because the elf in front of him was simply not very threatening. But that was why he had to think.
She isn't that short, surely...
Well, he and the elf girl were about the same height, though he was only of average stature. It was certainly true that the animal-eared man was taller then them, however. And now that he thought about it, weren't elves supposed to be a bit taller than usual.
"Well yes, now that I think about it, you are a bit short. Comparatively, at least." He said aloud.
There were plenty taller people in the group, after all, though there were certainly shorter people.

At any rate, if she didn't answer the question herself, the boy would just have to speculate. Warrior was entirely possible due to the short girl that had gone before Alphonse, but he still wouldn't believe it until he saw their card. Neither gunner nor rogue fit the speech, unless they were an evasion rogue who stood in the front lines because they would never get hit. That was rather unlikely, though. And a magician... well, eventually wizards did whatever they wanted, but he supposed that wouldn't fly in these early stages.
Well I guess I can't assume without them telling me.
One thing loose end that bothered him though, was the fact that the elf girl kept calling themselves emperor, even though they were clearly female. Although, she was wearing men's clothes...
"By the way, shouldn't you be calling yourself empress rather than emperor?" Alphonse asked quizically.
He was honestly not entirely sure so he felt that he should ask.
@Firestorm

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Despite being lost in self pity, Alphonse still paid attention to the rest of the group as they got their own card. In particular he paid attention to the classes - there was warrior, gunner, rogue, and his own; magician.
No archers? He thought to himself.
Perhaps they would fall under the rogue category, or maybe gunners made them obsolete. Nevertheless it was a strange absence to the boy, as he believed bows could do things guns could not. Then again, not everyone had gone yet, so maybe there were still rangers in their midst. Though, speaking of which, he was unsure of what class one those who had gone was.

The boy quietly moved behind the loud elf girl and tapped her shoulder. Despite their speech he was mostly clueless as to what their class really was.
"So uh, nice speech I guess, but what class did you actually get?" Alphonse asked.
@Firestorm

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

The scenery was brilliant, even more so than the forest from before. Everywhere he looked Alphonse would likely find a point of fascination, and if he chose to he could probably get lost in the sights for hours. But he had some concerns, and as soon as the elf had said "adventurer's guild", Alphonse's suspicions grew.
Oh shit, I'm in an isekai, aren't I?
And just like that, his enthusiasm was squashed.

If he thought about it then it was obvious, what with meeting a god who gives him a gift of some sort. Still, since it was sort of unreasonable, he'd been expecting something... well, he wasn't expecting an isekai. He honestly still hoped it wouldn't be, but the prospects of being in one were growing stronger by the minute.

He followed the elf man and the rest of the group into the guild hall, where his expectations sank lower. He saw a ragtag throng of adults with no uniform defining feature. They could tentatively be described as mercenaries, and he had a small hope that was all they were. That hope disappeared when the squirrel-ish girl underwent the process. As the girl read her card out Alphonse kept his expression neutral. Yet, inside he was in despair. The small woman went next as he churned internally.

He supposed he should've seen it coming; all the signs were there. But he'd been ignoring them in the hopes that it was just coincidence. Alphonse let out a small sigh.
"I suppose there's no such thing as a free lunch, after all." He muttered to himself.
He didn't mind if others heard it, that would make the next part a bit easier.

The boy made his way to the front of the group.
"Excuse me, I hope you don't mind if I go next." He said to the 2 at the forefront.
He didn't pay attention to the rest behind him. He wanted to get this over with and he was in a position to do so. Alphonse touched the crystal and felt something run through his arm. He carefully took a card and scanned it quickly.
"So I use magic, huh?" He said out loud.

He quickly moved out of the way of the others. The card had a significant amount of information he'd need to digest. But more importantly, it was confirmed - he was currently one of the protagonists of an isekai setting, and there was nothing he could do about it.
I guess it's not so bad. I can shoot spells at people and stuff... He thought to himself.
It seemed he had quickly gone through the 5 stages of grief. A good sign of a healthy mind, and he hoped that his mindset would help him through this experience.

L'Mordryn Academy

The boy was hunched over the desk, scribbling away, pausing at times to consult an open book nearby. Nothing else in the room could be heard save for the movement of pen on paper. But suddenly, the boy stopped. He furrowed his brow at the sheet of paper in front of him and frowned, as if something had gone wrong. Putting his pen down the boy sighed and leaned back in his chair. He rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, before idly looking through the nearby window. He winced a little as light hit his eyes. The sun was coming up, that meant it was a new day.

Nikola stretched his limbs. He'd been awoken by a nightmare up in the middle of the night and he decided to study rather than go back to sleep. He had big dreams, after all, and he needed everything he could get. The boy looked around his room. His books for the day were safely stowed in his bag by the bed (save the ones he was using to study), his day to day clothes were ready to wear hanging on the cupboard, and his bed was... rather messy, but he supposed he'd have to fix it later. There was still a fluffy entity resting on it, and he didn't feel the need to wake it. Nikola shrugged and got off the chair. He took his clothes and headed to the bathroom - it was time to get himself ready for the day ahead.

Soon enough he came back from the bath, clean and ready. The boy moved to his bed, hovering over the ball of fluff resting peacefully on his pillow. He prodded it gently, trying to wake it.
"Kitten, it's time to wake up." He whispered.
The furry dragon opened its eyes slowly, glancing at the disturbance to its rest. It yawned, stretching its limbs, before rolling onto its back.
"Kitten..." The boy murmured disapprovingly, rubbing the dragon's belly.
It purred softly but made no attempt to move.

Nikola frowned, picking up his pillow and moving it to the floor. He began to make his bed, fixing the sheets, tucking them in, folding his blanket. Roused by the action, the fluffy dragon blinked awake, rolling off of the pillow onto its feet. It stretched its hips into the air and yawned, before coming over towards Nikola. It rubbed its head against the boy and he responded in kind, giving it a few affectionate strokes. The boy picked the pillow up and putting it in its rightful place, before finally scooping up the dragon into his arms. He looked around the room once more, to ascertain that everything was in order.
"Alright... Let's go then." He said to the dragon.
It cooed in response. The boy scratched its head and began walking towards the cafeteria, for the noble aim of breakfast and whatever else would come their way.

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Alhponse took a look around, a bemused smile hovering on his face. He had arrived to the clearing discreetly a little while back and it was evident that the group had some colourful characters. He of course stood in the back and did not contribute, for he had nothing to say to the ensuing clamour. Still, he felt that if it was this group, he wouldn't be bored.

His eyes narrowed when the elf (Man? Woman? He couldn't tell.) opened a portal to somewhere. It would be lying to say the boy was surprised, he'd expected something like that from a follower of the gods.
Could I do that? He thought to himself.
His ultimate aim was to go home, and the magic the elf just used seemed like it would be one step. But the goddess had said it was impossible, and he was inclined to believe she had been telling the truth - if she really wanted his cooperation she would've said they could send him back. Although, she hadn't explicitly said it was impossible, only that even the gods couldn't do it.
"It wouldn't hurt to start looking for ways now..." He muttered to himself.
The elf's spell was a good start but it was likely not strong enough. He'd have to look out for other people with similar abilities.

Alphonse waited for a moment, letting a few others in the group go through the portal before he moved himself. The elf had introduced themselves as an emissary of the goddess but he wanted to make sure the portal was safe before going through. In a world where he knew nothing it was only appropriate to be cautious and glean as much as he could before he made a decision. Nevertheless, the boy did not hesitate when passing the threshold of the rip in space. He was committed to this, and he would get everything he could from it.

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Alphonse had stopped jogging a little while in. It's not as if he couldn't do it anymore - his new body dealt with physical activity much better than he'd ever had while he was alive. Well, he alive now, but that was beside the point. There was a lot to see here in this forest, and he didn't want to miss it. The forest critters were similar to his own, but if he looked closely there were some differences. Even the trees and leaves were a little different to the ones he knew. It was certainly a familiar world, but in the same way that Alice must have felt when she went through the looking glass for the first time, Alphonse felt like a stranger to the scenery.
Well, that might have to do with the fact that I've never really been in a forest before. He thought to himself.
Public parks were like garbage dumps compared to the pristine sea of green before him.

Sadly, his enthusiasm soon began to simmer down. Initially he enjoyed the feeling of being in a slightly alien world, but he got used to it. The trees, leaves, animals and insects were a only a little different, but they acted pretty much the same. As he walked he got more used to it, and soon enough he was bored.
Where am I supposed to go anyway? he wondered.

As he walked the boy pondered his encounter with the goddess, Aleala, and tried to lay out what he knew about the situation. He had died, apparently, though he wasn't so sure about that. Nevertheless he didn't know enough to dispute that. It was theoretically possible that he had been spirited away to another country or something, but the effort to do so would be quite ridiculous for someone of little worth. There was a chance that this was perhaps a sophisticated simulation. It seemed like something he would be interested in. The drawback to this theory was that he knew modern tech wasn't that advanced. It still wasn't out of question, if he assumed that his whole life till now was a simulation it would fit, but that rabbit hole never ended. Therefore he had no choice but to believe the goddess's words. That being the case, there was something he was worried about.

Alphonse kept walking though the forest, completely absorbed in his thoughts.

The goddess had mentioned there was a pantheon of gods, and that there was a hierarchy. There was someone above her, who had seemingly commanded her to talk to the summoned people, which the boy supposed would make her something like a middle manager. What worried him was the motivation of those at the top. He had been summoned, along with around a dozen individuals, to save this world on the whims of people they did not know and whom they had never met. But that didn't worry him much, he worried instead about the gods.

The boy had felt the white-haired goddess's power, he could still feel it while he walked. It was not overwhelming like he first thought it would be, but it was a power beyond humanity. Supposing the goddess had told the truth about their pantheon, why could they not come down to this land and deal with the issue themselves? What worried him the most was the fact that the goddess had only mentioned one superior, yet had also mentioned a pantheon. Where were the other superior gods and what were they doing? Had they considered the foreigners, the supposed hope of this land, beneath their notice? or did they have other motives? There were many factors that made the boy wonder for his safety.

All of a sudden Alphonse tripped over an exposed tree root, falling face first onto the forest floor. He picked himself up off the floor and looked around
"Hm..."
He had no idea where he was. That was the danger of being absorbed in thoughts, he supposed. He looked around, trying to get his bearings and noticed a large pillar of light lancing into the sky. He tilted his head.
"That wasn't there before." He muttered to himself.

He shrugged and brushed himself off before making his way towards the light. It wasn't too far away, and he didn't have anything better to do. Stowing his thoughts away for a moment the boy focused solely on navigating the forest. Hopefully the light would lead to more answers.

L'Mordryn Academy

Nikola

Name | Nikola Drakengard
Age | 15
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | Adept 2
House | Dracona
Appearance/Attire | Short, pale, and thin, with short, messy brown hair. Nikola isn't exactly the picture of perfect health and his shabby appearance makes certain people worry about him, which isn't helped by the constant presence of bags under his eyes, perpetually fixing his face into one that desperately needs sleep. Above those bags his green eyes are often muddled due to sleepiness, but take a certain shine when he's faced with something interesting. Nikola understands he's not exactly a looker so he typically dresses plainly, with a loose fitting hooded robe on top of basically presentable clothes.

Alignment | Bystander

Personality/Habits | When looking at the boy, it becomes very hard to believe Nikola is from house Dracona. He is very quiet, and there are times when it's as if he's forgotten how to speak. In reality, he's a little slow in social situations and likes to take his time responding. When he speaks he is always polite to the other party, whether they are human, animal, or inanimate object. He lacks confidence in speaking (and many other things) and tries to make up for it in other ways, though small actions to indicate acknowledgement or the presentation of small gifts for apologies. Although he spends a great deal of time studying or reading he's not exactly introverted; he has a great curiosity about the things around him and will make motions to explore their workings. He's shy talking to others but won't hesitate to do so if it will benefit him, and those that talk to him seriously find that his appearance belies a great pride and determination. He has joined the cute and fluffy club in order to get to grips with socialising.

Background

An orphan since birth, Nikola was raised in a small out of the way orphanage in a town he never knew the name of. Ever since he remembered he had been plagued by mysterious nightmares, of a strange foreign world filled with all manner of wondrous beasts. Even as a child he was aware of their great and terrible power, which caused him many sleepless nights. His insomnia took a toll on his health, making him appear frail and sickly. Years went by, and as children came and went, Nikola remained. He was resigned to his fate until one day, when a nobleman came that changed everything.

It was a day like any other, but then the nobleman came. The nobleman was intense, with a force of personality only matched by his beard. Nikola happened to cross gazes with the man and was startled by his sharp gaze. They stood and stared at each other for a time, Nikola staring simply out of curiosity, while the nobleman seemed to peer into the boy's soul. Soon afterwards the man turned to the women running the orphanage and declared his intention to adopt Nikola. As it turned out the nobleman was the current head of the Drakengard family, a powerful noble family whose ranks featured many gifted invokers of house Dracona. He was also an eccentric, and had picked up a rather strange hobby. Ever since the death of his wife he had fallen into the habit of visiting various orphanages on the lookout for children with the potential for invocation. He had them undergo a strict training regimine in the hopes that they fulfilled their potential, with the goal of raising an appropriate heir to the house of Drakengard.

And so, Nikola's new life began. It was similar in some respects to life at the orphanage; sharing a living space with other children was something he'd done all his life, after all. But the atmosphere was much more stifling. Meals were had in silence, his education was difficult, his training more often than not met with failure. This time around the people around him weren't his siblings, they were competitors. And it was obvious that Nikola was around the bottom of the pile. On top of all that, his nightmares continued to make his life miserable. But it was during one of his sleepless nights that he got to see another side to his adoptive father. He had woken up in the middle of the night after a fit of nightmares and decided to tour the mansion to clear his head. It was then that he found his father, reading a book and sipping wine under the moonlight. The man noticed Nikola's presence and, rather than shooing him away, beckoned him closer. They talked at length about various topics. First about his training, then his education, and then about summoning and the various creatures that could be invoked. Before he noticed the sun was peeking over the horizon. Nikola made his excuses and went to do his morning preparations, but before he went his father stopped him and told him he had great expectations for his new son. From then on Nikola did his best to live up to those expectations. Like his siblings he was enrolled in L'Mordryn academy when he was old enough, which meant it would soon be time for him to summon something.

When the time came he wasn't sure what to look for. He opened the portal with ease, because he had become quite good at it. He looked for various draconic races, as he'd decided that he'd wanted to follow his father's footsteps. But their natural pride in themselves was something he couldn't match, and his childhood trauma had never gone away. But he looked and looked, and eventually he let his instincts guide him. He linked with something warm, something that he felt a bond with. Soon enough that something came out, and when he saw it he knew he'd found a friend.

Favorite Summons

Kitten

A pillow dragon, the sheep of the dragon family. The species primary lives in frigid conditions and thus traded tough scales for thick fur. A rather sedentary species, sleeping most hours of the day. They hunt by projecting sleep inducing pheromones around themselves, which induces their prey to let their guards down. The dragon will then snap their their jaws down on the hapless creature and eat away. While the trading of scales for hair may seem detrimental to their defence, a dense layer of fat makes them surprisingly difficult to meaningfully damage. They are rather weak to fire, however, as their fur is rather flammable.

Their fur is very soft, ideal for fur coat. In spring they begin thinning their coats, in preparation for the coming heat. They can also shake off a large amount of their fur to distract predators in an emergency. It's here they use their largely vestigial wings to flap or glide to safety, as without their coats they become significantly lighter and thus actually fit for flight. Although, less fur means less heat retention in a cold environment.

Kitten is a child of the species, so while adult pillow dragons can be quite large, Kitten is only around the size of a cat, and it has the intelligence to match. Pillow dragons were always on the lower end of intelligence amongst dragons anyway, and its adolescence only adds to the matter.

Nikola named the young pillow dragon so because it had reminded him of one more than anything, and it responds well enough to the name. Their link is very strong, with Nikola being able to summon Kitten effortlessly and keep him out almost indefinitely. They often go to sleep together as the pillow dragon's peaceful aura helps him ward off his nightmares. They can often be found in quiet places together between classes, Nikola buried in a book with Kitten sleeping on his lap.

Extra Curricular |Cute and fluffy club. Sometimes helps as library aide during free periods.

L'Mordryn Academy

Right, here's my sheet. Feel free to tell me if you have issues with it.

Nikola

Name | Nikola Drakengard
Age | 15
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | Adept 2
House | Dracona
Appearance/Attire | Short, pale, and thin, with short, messy brown hair. Nikola isn't exactly the picture of perfect health and his shabby appearance makes certain people worry about him, especially considering the constant bags under his eyes which make him look like he needs sleep. Above those bags his green eyes are often muddled due to sleepiness but take a certain shine when he's faced with something interesting. Nikola understands he's not exactly a looker so he typically dresses plainly, with a loose fitting hooded robe on top of basically presentable clothes.

Alignment | Bystander

Personality/Habits | When looking at the boy, it becomes very hard to believe Nikola is from house Dracona. He is very quiet, and there are times when it's as if he's forgotten how to speak. In reality, he's a little slow in social situations and likes to take his time responding. When he speaks he is always polite to the other party, whether they are human, animal, or inanimate object. He lacks confidence in speaking (and many other things) and tries to make up for it in other ways, small actions to indicate acknowledgement or the presentation of small gifts for apologies. Although he spends a great deal of time studying or reading, he's not exactly introverted; he has a great curiosity about the things around him and will make motions to explore their workings. He's shy talking to others but won't hesitate to do so if it will benefit him, and those that talk to him seriously find that his appearance belies a great pride and determination. He has joined the cute and fluffy club in order to get to grips with socialising.

Background

An orphan since birth, Nikola was raised in a small out of the way orphanage in a town he never knew the name of. Ever since he remembered he had been plagued by mysterious nightmares, of a mysterious foreign world filled with all manner of wondrous beasts. Even as a child he was aware of their great and terrible power, which caused him many sleepless nights. His insomnia took a toll on his health, making him appear frail and sickly. Years went by, and as children came and went, Nikola remained. He was resigned to his fate until one day, a nobleman came that changed everything.

It was a day like any other, but then the nobleman came. The nobleman was intense, with a force of personality only matched by his beard. Nikola happened to cross gazes with the man and was startled by his sharp gaze. They stood and stared at each other for a time, Nikola staring simply out of curiosity, while the nobleman seemed to peer into the boy's soul. Soon afterwards the man turned to the women running the orphanage and declared his intention to adopt Nikola. As it turned out the nobleman was the current head of the Drakengard family, a powerful noble family whose ranks featured many gifted invokers of house Dracona. He was also an eccentric, and had picked up a rather strange hobby. Ever since the death of his wife he had fallen into the habit of visiting various orphanages on the lookout for children with the potential for invocation. He had them undergo a strict training regimine in the hopes that they fulfilled their potential, with the goal of raising an appropriate heir to the house of Drakengard.

And so, Nikola's new life began. It was similar in some respects to life at the orphanage; sharing a living space with other children was something he'd done all his life, after all. But the atmosphere was much more stifling. Meals were had in silence, his education difficult, his training more often than not met with failure. This time around the people around him weren't his siblings, they were competitors, and it was obvious that Nikola was around the bottom of the pile. And on top of that, his nightmares continued to make his life miserable. But it was during one of his sleepless nights that he got to see another side to his adoptive father. He had woken up in the middle of the night after a fit of nightmares and decided to tour the mansion to clear his head. It was then that he found his father, reading a book and sipping wine under the moonlight. The man noticed Nikola's presence and, rather than shooing him away, beckoned him closer. They talked at length about various topics. First about his training, then his education, and then about summoning and the various creatures that could be invoked. Before he noticed the sun was peeking over the horizon. Nikola made his excuses and went to do his morning preparations, but before he went his father stopped him and told him he had great expectations for his new son. From then on Nikola did his best to live up to those expectations. Like his siblings he was enrolled in L'Mordryn academy when he was old enough, which meant it would soon be time for him to summon something.

When the time came he wasn't sure what to look for. He opened the portal with ease, because he had become quite good at it. He looked for various draconic races, as he'd decided that he'd wanted to follow his father's footsteps. But their natural pride in themselves was something he couldn't match, and his childhood trauma had never gone away. But he looked and looked, and eventually he let his instincts guide him. He linked with something warm, something that he felt a bond with. Soon enough that something came out, and when he saw it he knew he'd found a friend.

Favorite Summons

Kitten

A pillow dragon, the sheep of the dragon family. The species primary lives in frigid conditions and thus traded tough scales for thick fur. A rather sedentary species, sleeping most hours of the day. They hunt by projecting sleep inducing pheromones around themselves, which induces their prey to let their guards down. The dragon will then snap their their jaws down on the hapless creature and eat away. While the trading of scales for hair may seem detrimental to their defence, a dense layer of fat makes them surprisingly difficult to meaningfully damage. They are rather weak to fire, however, as their fur is rather flammable.

Their fur is very soft, ideal for fur coat. In spring they begin thinning their coats, in preparation for the coming heat. They can also shake off a large amount of their fur to distract predators in an emergency. It's here they use their largely vestigial wings to flap or glide to safety, as without their coats they become significantly lighter and thus actually fit for flight. Although, less fur means less heat retention in a cold environment.

Kitten is a child of the species, so while adult pillow dragons can be quite large, Kitten is only around the size of a cat, and it has the intelligence to match. Pillow dragons were always on the lower end of intelligence amongst dragons anyway, and its adolescence only adds to the matter.

Nikola named the young pillow dragon so because it had reminded him of one more than anything, and it responds well enough to the name. Their link is very strong, with Nikola being able to summon Kitten effortlessly and keep him out almost indefinitely. They often go to sleep together as the pillow dragon's peaceful aura helps him ward off his nightmares. They can often be found in quiet places together between classes, Nikola buried in a book with Kitten sleeping on his lap.

L'Mordryn Academy

Hello, is there room for more people? The premise is interesting and I have a character idea I'd like to try.

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Alph

"I didn't really want to be here, but now that I am, I'll make the most of it."

Name: Alphonse Litera
Appearance: Alphonse sports black hair and brown eyes, accenting a fairly average face. His build is also fairly average, slightly built through the rigors of life but not very bulky. It makes him difficult to pick out from a crowd, unless you know what to look for.
Race: Human
Age: 18

Personality: Alphonse is mostly on the quiet side and dislikes attention. That's not to say he doesn't talk or makes friends, but he's largely keeps to himself. He's not socially inept but it's evident social interactions aren't high on his priority list. He ticks the boxes well enough, but he's a little eccentric and can be frank to an uncomfortable degree at times. Nevertheless, there are those who find his honesty refreshing and he holds them close to his heart. He's often gripped by indecision but for unimportant things he simply takes things as they come. He's here for a good time, not a long time.

Background: While Alhponse's first death was rather untimely, he had to admit he hadn't done much with it. His name, much like his life, was hardly memorable. A normal family, a normal teenage life spent playing games, a normal university life spent playing games. If there was something to be said about the old Alphonse it would be that he was a bit quieter than most. Even so, he had been fine with it. And it had all to soon come to an abrupt end.

When he had been reborn he didn't know what to make of it. He himself hadn't changed much, thankfully,
but everything else was foreign to him. He adapted eventually and even began enjoying his time. He made some new friends and the environment was nice enough. Nevertheless, he has never stopped looking for a way back home.

Class: Magician

Skills

• Ball of Quiet
  A low tier illusion spell. Creates a sphere of variable size centered around an object. Any sound made within the sphere is muffled, quieting louder sounds significantly but only slightly muffling quieter sounds. Larger spheres cost more mana but more than one sphere can be active at a time. Overall low mana usage. Not the best in terms of practicality but can be useful.
• Static blast
  Basic attack spell. Gather mana in the palm, convert it into lighting and let it explode outwards. As a basic spell it isn't very efficient, and the chaotic nature of the burst all but ensures that far away targets take no damage, but it has a relatively high output for a basic spell and has a small chance of stunning a target.
• Magic bullet
  Basic attack spell. Condense mana into a small point and shoot it in a target direction. Low damage but high range and precision.
• Shield
  Basic defense spell. Condense mana in the hand and project it outwards into a circle, around the size of its namesake, to block attacks. Small in size but tightly packed, so it can block heavier hits when compared to shields with larger surface areas. Takes a small amount to maintain but the strain becomes larger if attacks are blocked.
• Move small object
  Basic telekinesis, allows for the use of mana to move small objects. Can be used offensively with some imagination, though the environment would need to accommodate.

Special Ability/Item

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Secret Password

Cutie?