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Name: Anya Ito
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Anya is lazy, a little temperamental, and a rather crafty girl. She doesn’t put much work into her grades, passing with relative ease with very little effort, and spends the rest of her time just nodding off. Anya is something of a loner with very little apparent ambition. That being said she is a huge history nerd, especially on Greek and Roman history, wanting nothing more than to be an archeologist. Greek myths are her favorite thing to research and she can be regularly found with some sort of book with her. She’s either reading these books or sleeping. When she gets a fire in her belly to add to her collection, and she collects everything, from cute things to pretty things.

Skills: Anya has an encyclopedic knowledge of Roman and Greek history and myths.

Brief Backstory: Anya was born just outside Tokyo to her pair of curator parents. She grew up around museum displays, ancient artifacts, and a number of decayed (preserved) corpses. She has the “collector’s itch” as her father put it ever since she saw a real, very old drachma and took it. He decided to let her keep it and front hen on she decided to add to her collection. While she collects everything under the sun it’s coins both rare and old she adores collecting above all else. Her Hoard as she styles it.

Anya flew through Grade School, Middle School, and is gearing up to graduate high school very soon. She has no thoughts one way or another about this and her parents never focused on how she was something of a child genius, treating her like a normal kid. Though they want to but they know their daughter has one goal in mind. Some would say to discover the lost cities and tombs of the world, but Anya wants to pillage them.

Magical Girl Appearance:

Concept: Dragon

Archetype: Soul of Deathly Rage, Fáfnir Reborn

Abilities: In terms of basic abilities, Anya is granted heightened strength and endurance by her Magical Girl For that belays her rather small stature. Anya can also breath fire.

Primal Bellow: Anya lets loose a deafening roar that sears the air in the direction she is roaring. This is used drive her opponent’s back most of the time, give her breathing room.

Blood Below Boil: Anya slams her clawed gauntlets into the ground and rips open the earth, and brings forth a geyser of molten rock to spew up around her, engulfing her.

Fury Most Primal Unbound: Anya unlocks the full breadth of her power but gives into the mad instincts of the mythical creature she embodies, making her nothing more than a monster in her own right. Thick plates of scale cover her head to toe and she becomes driven by wild instinct until she can wrestle control of herself from the entity that shares her body.
That’s ok. What do you have so far?
I feel the same it’s such a shame! Like a Marauder Class. @King Cosmos

@Blueflame I know I just like building Servants. Hell if anyone wants to borrow one they are more than welcome.
Also I have like three Masters and six Servants ready to go lol.
You know it’s a shame there’s no class for heroes that specialized in blunter weapons.
Want me to help? I love this sort of thing, building a story and all that fun stuff.
Could just build the rp and see if people flock to it?
CONNER NATHANIEL HUGHES


MATHER PARK

Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 6:05pm | Forest


Loose soil and grass kicked up under Conner's feet as he dodged a lunging wolf. The beast was black as oily pitch, bigger than any wolf he recalled seeing, and had eyes that burned like embers. If he didn't know any better he'd think some hellhound was attacking him. Two of the beasts circled him, hissing like a pair of snakes. His neck pulsed, he was temped to bath the things in fire but better judgement told him the flames might light the whole forest on fire. He got into a boxer's stance, rolling onto the balls of his feet. Lord help him he was about try and punch a bloody wolf.

"Come and earn your pound of flesh ya bastards," he growled out.

They took the bait, both lunging after him with fang ridden mouths agape and snarls echoing in the clearing. He side stepped one and cuffed the other with a swift right hook across its jaw. Rather than the satisfying feel of his knuckles against flesh, Conner's fist went right through he beast as it turned into a puddle of black goo. Pain lanced up his arm as the goo caught fire and splashed on his arm. He panicked, patting away at the flames dancing a merry tune all their own up his bloody arm.

Conner landed on his ass, in pain and now thoroughly pissed. He felt the itch run down his back and his fangs grew a little sharper in his mouth. He stood up and felt the weighted thud his tail hit the ground. Conner struggled to keep instinct at bay, to remain in control of his senses. With some effort he wrested control away, just.

The last wolf circled him unfazed by the mess its companion made. Flames burned between them. Conner kicked up dirt with his hands to smother the flames then rushed through the dwindling fire. He spat a little ember at the thing and rolled away at the last moment. He jumped back up just in time to watch the beast burst into flame. He spent the next several minutes burring the flames, the work calming his rage. The smell was acrid and burned his nostrils; the smell was however, very distinct, and he could smell it further into the woods. A growl erupted from his throat and his tail lashed behind him.

Conner walked toward the smell with renewed purpose.

Now that's a damn shame
Good morning boss man. How're you this fine day? Think we might be able to get people all together soon?

@Lord Wraith

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