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Symphony of Espers

@ERode

The boi in question: *F e a r*

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

"Welp, that's it. Time to go Amanda Waller on your asses. ...And I still don't have a proper header god dAMNIT-"
- Finn

The enraged young man kicked open the doors to the stadium, marching quickly back to where everyone else was. Where those two were. Anyone who tried to get his attention would be ignored, his mind focused, determined. Finn knew Oliver would catch up to him soon, hopefully he'll let him say his piece.

Dan The Dolphin appeared in a puff of blue smoke right before Finn, looking concerned.
"Hey, is something the mat-" He managed to say before Finn is walked past the Lesser Force, causing Dan to raise an eyebrow. He teleported to Finn's path again.
"Hey, it's rude to ignore someone when they tal-"
Again, Dan was brushed off, and the squeaky Patron looked nonplussed.

With all what was going on, It was not difficult for Sann to become aware of the situation. She pondered what was going on, albeit briefly. She did not want to stick around to babysit when strife was bubbling.

She probably could leave the healing to others, she thought as she flapped her wings and glided to catch with the infuriated person, letting out a giggle as she went by.

"Aw, I guess you are not playing nurses and doctors with Sann and Veronica Two. Where are you going?"

Finn snapped his head towards Sann with a vicious scowl, half of it being irritation from Dan's attempted intervention. He didn't have time for this, damnit! Though he wasn't around for alot of the rounds, who knows where his targets are now? His scowl loosened into a glare, only asking her: "Asimov and Rachel, where are they?"

"Well, Penny's being treated with first aid over at the ambulance," Dan answered as he arrived in a puff, "but she is not allowed any visitors until she's gotten better. And Rachel is in the audience...Wait, is she coming here?"

In the distance, Finn saw as Rachel slowly walked towards them, her glasses reflecting the light of the arena floodlights with a menacing sheen. "Is there a problem?" She asked, sounding irritated.

Finn turned around, giving Rachel an annoyed glare. "And of course you'd overhear." He crossed his arms.

Sann hovered around Finn, feeling his anger despite not having any kind of emotional mumbo jumbo whatsoever as she took the chance of the distraction to envelop Finn with her wings and body.

"People nearly died and we need to beat up someone to feel better. Can we spank your butt until the stick comes out of your ass, Glasses?"

One of Finn's brows rose at Sann's answer. "We'll...burn that bridge down once it annoys us." He told the Valkyrie, then turned his attention back to the inquisitor.

"Let me just cut to the chase. I've learned alot about the town you're doing your dirty dealings in, and most of it I don't like. There's no rhyme or reason, everyone's at each other's fucking heads trying to reach a crown that's leagues ahead of them. So as much as I don't take kindly to your ilk, I gotta ask." He explained.

"Who has yet to overthrow the Queen?"

Rachel did not answer at first as she silently looked Finn over, and adjusted her glasses using the palm of her hand.
"...There is something about you that is familiar. Who are you, and why would you care about such matters?"

Finn's red eye seemed to show a glimmer of amusement, his expression easing up slightly. "About damn time..." He whispered. The boy straghtened up, to instead of shaking Rachel's hand, he formally bowed. "My name is Finnegan Vanhorn, and I've to believe the incompetence of our...current leaders is reason why your town is on the highway to Hell. Something like that?" He rose back up, covering his mouth to hide a malicious smirk. "...It makes me angry. Very angry."

Sann was feeling a little warm and fuzzy, seeing this violent man spit out barbs. She moved her cheek against his and nuzzled him. "Angry cute."

The boy's eyes widened at the affection Sann was giving him. Eh, he was too pissed to be anxious. He casually patted the girl on her head.

"So, can you please stay here so Finn can break all your bones? Apparently he wants to commit regicide and that takes effort."

Rachel's condescending gaze sharpened when Finn gave his name, and her posture tightened.
"So it is you!" She summoned her weapon. "The Sinner of Wrath!"
Dan intervened, flailing his tiny fins in a panic.
"Whoa whoa whoah! Let's not get too hasty here! I'm sure we can talk this out-"
Rachel slapped the dolphin away with the back of her hand.
"I would like to see you try! Or will you run away like last time, Vanhorn?" She asked, an evil smile on her lips...And then scowled; she realized that what was supposed to be her hammer had turned into a squeaky toy hammer one would see at any fair or carnival. "Dan, change my weapon back to normal!"

Dan shook his head. "No! Fighting is not allowed in here. And if you two are going to cause trouble, I will be forced to take necessary countermeasures."

"Oh? Run away?" Finnegan "innocently" tilted his head. "Like having you lot hunting me down for sport is fun, and now this?" He sarcastically quipped. His eye darted to their weapons. Oh right, pacifist magic.

However before he reached for his cane (foam sword??), Dan's voice drew his ire away from Rachel. His head slowly glanced to the dolphin. "...Trouble? Trouble? As if forcing a blatantly rigged and drawn out tournament for some tincan that could just easily knock this bitch into tomorrow and be done with it isn't trouble enough!" He called him out. "People have ditched town cause the ones who claim to try and fix things have their heads shoved so far up their rears, they can see their bleeding hearts! Remember, you're not as innocent here either!!"

Sann just purred slightly at being patted, before reaching out to grab the Dolphin.

"Waah!" Dan squeaked in surprise.

"Imma eat you."

The wrathful man grimaced. "I'd rather not do that, Sann. He probably tastes like rubber and blubber, among other things."

"That's right! I taste like a car tire! You wouldn't like eating something like that!" Dan agreed as he wriggled in Sann's hold like a fish.
"But if I heard correctly, you're upset about the tournament me and Penny are holding, correct?" He asked Finn.

Sann did ignore Dan's pleas, and moved to get just a little nibble out of Dan's dorsal fin... before stopping in her tracks.

"If you don't wanna be eaten... be useful." She smirked. "Angry cute has spoken, you are either with him or against him".

When asked about his complaints, Finn's eyebrow rose. "Yes?? No??? Ugh!!" He roughed up his hair a bit out of stress. "There are many factors you had to concider in this! The fact alone that this is to cater to the whims of one person is enough to leave a sour taste in my mouth, but what's the point??? What's the point of anyone else attending if the outcome is going to be the same?! To tire Miss Four-Eyes here out?!" He asked, then snapping his head towards Rachel. "And YOU. If only you kept your trap shut and behaved until we left, we couldn't be running the risk of, oh I don't know, pissing off a goddamn horror enough for them to try and tear down the place before you apparently can do????" He took his turn to tell her off. "How much do you know about that damn mirror anyways??"

Rachel eye twitched, and she slammed her weapon down.
"None of your business, blackguard!"
Dan winced as he was bit, and teleported out of Sann's hold to now hold his fins to his sides between Finn and Rachel.
"The point is that Rachel agreed to a duel, and Penny thought it would be fun to make it a tournament of sorts, with the winner getting to challenge her. There's nothing rigged about it!"

At Dan's insistance, Finn's glare broke for a moment. Into...almost a hurt expression, no less.

"Someone almost died. How could you still insist everything is okay...?"

Rachel scowled. "Really now? I noticed that Penny was performing much better than usual during that match...until the end, at the very least. I suspect some magical enhancements were involved."
Dan shook his head. "Players can have help before a match. It's fair!"
Rachel scoffed. "Pah. You're a nuisance as well."

Dan then turned back to Finn.
"Well, okay, things may have gone just the teeniest bit overboard. But it doesn't mean you can come in and taunt people into fighting! Now, if you have any other concerns, let's hear them." The dolphin crossed his fins with a pout.

"...Tch." His glare returned, if not weaker than before. "You're the least of my concern anyways. Your pacifist nature is admirable, but sometimes people can't be reasoned with words alone." Finn turned to the side. "All I'll say is, if the Queen, nor the Beacon, or anyone else can't be damned enough to set things right..." Without moving, his eye glance back to the others. "Then I'll be taking over this city."

Rachel laughed mockingly. "Such a bold claim. Go on then, try and claim this city! It will be my pleasure to see you grovel at my feet once I've broken every bone In your body."

The boy's head turned to glance at Rachel. Then, he smiled. A sarcastic, malicious smile. "Oh my dear girl, you seem to still underestimate us. Although I'd much like to see you try~"

"I don't need to try, for it is a foregone conclusion." Rachel turned away, flipping her hair. "But enough. I have more important things to do than idle banter. Come, Violette," she spoke to the purple-haired girl who had just arrived, and walked away, cool and composed.

Dan sighed. "Well, that's that I guess."

It was then Finn felt a light pressure on top of his head. It wasn't Sann, but Oliver had floated over and rest his head on top of his. His colors seemed to have returned to normal, did his duplication power have something to do with it? "Hey, you two done insulting each other yet? You kinda ditched me back there." The ghost boredly asked, puffing a cheek out.

Like a flip of a switch, Finn completely calmed down at his partner's presence. "...Yeah. I got it out of my system
Sorry, Oli. And, er, Dan. I suppose."

Oliver did give Sann a side eye, but if she hadn't hurt Finn, then he guessed she was okay. For now. "You wanna go ahead and go?" The ghost gently wrapped his arms around the other's neck.

"Yeah. We have a lot of work to do."

Sann all this time had been eyeing Dan as a snack, but perked up at the words of conquest being thrown,before she positively began to smile, even chuckle a bit.

She then threw a raspberry at Rachel and her righteousness. The holier than thou types were fun to tease but remarkable sore losers.

It was then when she skipped a couple of wingbeats and levelled her sight with Finn.

"Hey hey, you are going to take this city? That means Sann will have to fight you!" She said all giddy, before levelling her stare at Finn and giving him... a glomp.

"That means as a retainer of Penny Sann will have to fight you. Don't worry, you are sort of cute anyway, if a little daft. I won't kill you..."

"I will just cut your limbs off and keep you as my hug pillow when that happens... It will be super fun!"

Finn, though startled, managed to stay standing from Sann's glomp. Oliver on the other hand wasn't amused. Eh, stuff can easily phase through him anyways, he is incorporeal after all. Sure, perhaps they might have to fight Sann eventually, but the other outcome she suggested caused Finn to shudder. Something like that? He'd rather get killed.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Despite what people would believe of the Sinner of Wrath, Finnegan Vanhorn...didn't like killing people. It could have been a side effect of trauma, but he'd rather not resort to it. No, he just needed time. Time to prepare. "Hm. Perhaps we will fight. But not so soon. Not when there's much to do, many things to settle before kickstarting such a revolution." He said, patting Sann on the back. "It'd be too risky to run in blind like many would."

"Don't take too long, coz I am going to tell Granny kitty. She will love it, being a survivor of the Russian Empire..." Sann trailed off. "...Also someone else might beat you to the punch..."

Dan was floating by the sidelines, and sighed in relief. "Seems like everyone's calmed down now. But if you still want to talk, I'll be over at the first-aid corner. Bye!" Having said that, he disappeared in a puff of blue smoke.

The duo's eyes widened. Either from the implications of how old Dina truely is, or that someone else already had their idea. Well, whoever it is probably screwed off too, so that's one less thing to worry about. Right?

Finn's eyebrows furrowed. "If that must be, then very well. Come on, Oli. We have some calls to make." With that, the two walked away.

Sann just eyed at Odin, smiling somewhat... as she left to help tending the wounded and probably make another call.

Odin...smiled back.

...

..

"No luck?"

"Unfortunately, he's either that persistent or that stupid. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I overheard everything. Are...you sure you know what you're doing? Letting that inquisitor discover your identity was a risky move, but taking over the city??"

"Trust me Maura, something has to happen sooner or later. It's about time we take initiative."

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

"..."
- Maura

Maura would tense up when Sann and Tenebra appeared to help her. But regardless, she would nod as thanks, before continuing to mend Sam with the extra help. She couldn't afford to loose one of her best agents...right?

Before she knew it, the witch had frozen in place appearing lost. It wasn't the same painful feeling as one of her magicals outright dying, yet her mind felt blank, out of bounds. Or was it that her heart felt more...empty?

What had happened?

Maura blinked out of her daze. Was Sam getting better? She couldn't tell. Or perhaps she was panicing too much to see.

Or perhaps, she was too late.

She would hold the girl close to her with a regretful frown. And in a way, she didn't want to let go. "I'm so sorry..."

Someone. Someone from their group had to know. Eliza, Oliver, anyone. Maura didn't like the thought of proding through their thoughts, but she had to know. She had to know if everything else was okay.

...

..

.

Of course the departure of the Lord of Change's group didn't go unnoticed. Elizabeth didn't care for the tournament, or the rest of the event. So she boredly spied on anyone outside of things. She was almost back to her normal self again. She still had some inner turmoil to sort through, but hopefully this'll be a step towards improvement. She can even go check on her family, her brothers!

And yet, things went wrong.

Again. Again. Again.

People were driven away. Because of some bullshit set up. Sam was probably killed during Keijo. Because of Penny, someone she thought of as one of her best friend! "Damnit...Damnit!!!" The profanity slipped out from her lips, as she kicked down a nearby chair. There was no point in delay, she had to inform everyone else. She called every agent that wasn't busy or currently dying, telling them to meet up at the dining hall, then shadow hopped back there herself.

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..

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As expected, most of the reactions were...not so pleasant.

"I knew this party was fucked." The android shook her head, a look of disdain paired with crossed arms.

The magician's anger dispated. There was no point in it now, if Oros had left. But it didn't feel right when it came to the implied favoritism for Penny. MDP, no, Violet was dating her. Yes a part of her did feel jealous, but if she was happy, it's all that matter. But now? She felt a bit nauseous.

"I...I'm gonna go find Connie. A-And Mia..." Amanda walked off without another word.

Elizabeth herself understood their reasoning, if only a little. Penrose was becoming a cursed place, bound to drive people mad in time. She knew that well. And she was tired. Tired of things becoming worse. If she didn't know better, it would be easy to steal her soul jar back and-!

She turned away to breathe. Don't think about it. Don't think.

Oliver didn't really know what to say or do. His partner and him had just got there, and things were spiraling into a goddamn domino effect. There wasn't much he could do beside comfort them the best he could.

Finnegan, on the other hand...

Finn had stepped outside to smoke, strangely calm. Atleast that's what it looked like to others. Inhale. Exhale. A scarlet colored smoke left his lips. He took a few steps to the side, the nearest wall at his reach. Inhale. Exhale. He was still for a moment, taking the cigar out of his mouth with one hand. Then without warning a fist colided with the wall, a boost of strength from his Beast magic leaving visible cracks. Furrowed, enraged brows broke into a regretful frown.

"Damnit, Bets. Couldn't even wait to say goodbye...?"

He swallowed down the urge to break down. He had to stay calm. Inhale. Exhale.

But was there any point? Inhale. Exhale.

Incompitence, chaos, conflict, arrogance, pride, wrath.

Wrath...

Penrose was a shitty town. That he knew by now. But were the people any better? A cycle of conflict, a cycle that people weren't even trying to stop. Were they bloody masochists?? Was there something there that drew people to it?? And what about their dear so called "royalty"? Pah! A rightful monarch wouldn't let their people live in fear! A rightful monarch wouldn't cave into the enemy's whims despite claims saying otherwise! A rightful monarch wouldn't let their power go to their fucking head to where they weren't actively keeping their kingdom safe!

In fact, it seems most factions are looking after themselves! Where's the logic?? The reasoning?? The Mint he could understand, but who the hell is the hero here? Nobody!

Finn could feel it. A familiar burning rage that started as a small flame, then grew. Grew and threatened to engulph him. Something had to be done. He dropped his cigarette and put it out with a single stomp. He began marching back to the other island.

"Maura? Can you hear me?!"

"Finn? Is everything okay?"

"Okay? OKAY?! No shit everything isn't okay, everything is fabulously fucked in fact, and it has been for awhile, AND NOBODY DID JACKSHIT ABOUT IT!"

"I know, I know, we've been trying to keep things in order, but it hasn't been easy-"

"No shit, you think!? I know how bad the Mint and Beacon are, Maura!"

"Things were progressing slowly before I ended up becoming the Cradle Mother. I don't know the full extent of Veronica's plan, but our goals aligned. But it seems pointless now. Christmas got ruined, most of the old agents are gone...I might never see Ronnie again..."

Finn frowned in remorse, then sighed. "Maura. Just say the word. I can end this, here and now!"

On the other side Maura allowed her eyes to close, setting Samantha down. Once she opened them again, her eyes shone an ominous red. If she had to lend Finn a bit more of her power to override Dan's magic, she was more than willing.

"Do it."

At that moment, Finn's eye mirrored Maura's with a pure red. He sprinted off, whether to find the accursed dolphin, or to face the queen herself.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Hehe sentient google translate go egg

Anyways planning on getting Nier Replicant remake. Maybe the Saints Row 3 remaster, but idk how good it is exactly. Besides the fact that idk if the from-scratch remake will be on PS4 or not. Unlike many, I'm willing to give it a benefit of a doubt.

Symphony of Espers

Fable, the Timekeeper

NAME:

Finnegan Vanhorn, though he'd never disclose his real name easily. He usually goes by Fable, or his alias as the Timekeeper. (...Or TK if it's too complicated. He won't mind.)

AGE:

13

SEX:

Male

APPEARANCE:

Leaning more towards the short side, Fable's usual appearance is nothing remarkable. Brown fluffy hair paired with matching brown eyes, he comes off as stoic. Though that could be cause he's usually quiet. Despite that, he surprisingly dresses well for someone who prioritizes comfort.

+

Transformed, Fable's appearance takes on a more steampunkish aesthetic. A red jacked paired with a corset, accented with different metals shaped like gears make him look like a mechanic. Though that's not the kicker. As an Esper, part of his body turn mechanical, though it's hard to tell at first glance. His eyes also take on a more golden color in this form.

+

GRIMIORE:

A silver pocketwatch. Appears to be antique.

INSTRUMENT: Aeterna

Fable's rapier. Nothing too noteworthy about it, but it gets work done.

GRADE: Silver
KEYWORD: Sword
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: C
SPEED: C
SENTINEL: D
SPECIAL: Swift and Keen: If Fable has successfully attacked someone this round and has avoided taking damage as well, he gets a six second speed buff on the next round.

STYLE: Clocksmith's Jacket

It's a nice one isn't it? As mentioned above, Fable dons the fancy jacket in his Esper form.

GRADE: Silver
PHYSICAL: D
ARCANE: C
CHAOS: D
SPECIAL: Industrial: Arcane defense increases +1 Rank against lightning based attacks.

GENRE: Chronosphere

Fable's magic, though leaning a bit away from offensive movesets, revolves around the concept of time.

GRADE: Silver
ELEMENT: Lightning
NOTES: [Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)
SPECIAL: Overclock: Of course being part machine temporarily does have some perks. Casting Speedster on himself increases Damage by +1 Rank.

LEITMOTIF: Clockwork Soldier

Given the nature of his transformed state, Fable is essentially turned into a clockwork cyborg.

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: The interior of Fable's transformed body is made up of gears.

BACKUP: Eddy

For a bit of good luck, Mary has given Fable their other puppet to help him in combat.

[Bronze Beam][Summon][Enhance][Powerful]
SPECIAL: Eddy seems rather fond of the boy, wonder where he gets it from.

PR: Pistol, Medical Supplies

Sometimes you can't rely on your esper form alone.

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: Fable's PR equipment carries the same theme as the rest of his transformed self. Kind of charming.

FACTION:

Gemini Agents

TRIVIA:

He doesn't really talk about himself much. But word on the grapevine is that Fable is the youngest member of one of the more wealthy families in Pax Septimus. His family was often busy, sometimes he was too. The only one of them he usually clung to was his older sister. And even then she'd have more important matters to attend to. Sure, such a life could be concidered lucky, but to Fable, it felt...unsatisfying. Not to mention frustrating at times.

He eventually developed a habit of slipping away unnoticed, going out to wander through the city and do what he wanted for a change. Of course the crime rate was something Fable kept in mind, he learned to be careful with wandering off too far. Though the one thing he didn't learn about? What to do about a monster attack.

Apparently, finding himself lost one day, Fable was unfortunate enough to stumble onto one such monster. A shadowy apparition-like being, indecipherable. Frightened, he tried to quietly get away before the monster noticed him. Sadly, something had to happen. The littlest of sounds were able to attract it's attention. He had to run.

Fable ended up hiding in an abandoned clock shop, taking a moment of respite. He just had to wait until the shade gave up and left, or chose a different target to kill. It managed to follow him inside, but the ticking of the remaining clocks distracted it enough to buy Fable some time. Though what could he do? There was nothing to fight it off with, and running again could alert it too.

Then something caught the boy's eye. A silver sheen near the corner of the store.

He snuck over and grabbed it. A silver pocketwatch. Though antique, it appeared to be in mint condition. Before Fable knew it, the unassuming trinket had given him just the power he needed to rid himself of his little stalker. Flashes of light could be seen from outside the shop like a contained storm; though there was no rain or thunder, and Fable walked away without a scratch and with a goal in mind. He had to learn more about espers and monsters.

Even if he eventually joined G.E.M.I.N.I., his neutral stance on Maverick Alternate hasn't changed. But he's aware that they're his occupation's enemy, and he won't let them stop him or his allies from getting their job done. Hopefully his new job will be a big help in his own investigations.

But still, what of his family? Whether they're entrepreneurs to important buisnesses, or one of the mafia factions that taint the city, they'll have to catch onto his dissapearing act at some point. Right?

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13 | Male | Gemini | Clockwork Soldier
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clocksmith's Jacket | Industrial
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 750

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@ERode

Bleh. Right, updated again!

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Whatcha mean by 'you can swap'?

The concept of any Silver special is that it's situationally useful. For a Silver Genre Special, you can imagine that it's something that grants a Rank up for either a certain type of spell or in certain circumstances.

As some examples...
Access the power grid and use Bend to increase the damage of spells by one rank.
Self-cast Speedster increases Damage by one rank as well, because robot overclock.

@ERode

I meant like you can choose between bronze and silver. And now I realize how dumb that question is.

ALTHOUGH, the second example does sound good!

Edit Boiii: Updates have been made!

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Do you still want the Genre special to be Silver? Or it be a Bronze Genre?

If Bronze, then just think of anything that seems aesthetic to your steampunk theme. Like, idk, his lightning is just electricity-infused copper wiring.

@ERode

You can swap?? I'd probably stick with Silver tho.

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@ERode

I can probably swap it over or something. Anything you can suggest for the genre special then?

Symphony of Espers

I BRING YOU, THE CHILD.

Fable, the Timekeeper

NAME:

Finnegan Vanhorn, though he'd never disclose his real name easily. He usually goes by Fable, or his title as the Timekeeper. (...Or TK if it's too complicated. He won't mind.)

AGE:

13

SEX:

Male

APPERANCE:

Leaning more towards the short side, Fable's usual appearance is nothing remarkable. Brown fluffy hair paired with matching brown eyes, he comes off as stoic. Though that could be cause he's usually quiet. Despite that, he surprisingly dresses well for someone who prioritizes comfort.

+

Transformed, Fable's appearance takes on a more steampunkish aesthetic. A dark-colored tailcoat paired with a vest, accented with different metals shaped like gears. Though that's not the kicker. As an Esper, part of his body turn mechanical, more evident with his arms. His eyes also take on a more golden color in this form.

GRIMIORE:

A silver pocketwatch. Appears to be antique.

INSTRUMENT: Aeterna

Fable's rapier. Nothing special about it, but it gets work done.

GRADE: Bronze
KEYWORD: Sword
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: D
SPEED: C
SENTINEL: E
SPECIAL: Swift and Keen: Well, aren't all rapiers swift and keen? In any case, it's swifter in Fable's hands, and always ready for service.

STYLE: Clockwork Tailcoat

It's a nice coat isn't it? As mentioned above, Fable dons the fancy jacket in his Esper form.

GRADE: Bronze
PHYSICAL: E
ARCANE: C
CHAOS: D
SPECIAL: Industrial: Comes equipped with some neat goggles and a pair of gloves. May come in handy!

GENRE: Chronosphere

Fable's magic, though leaning a bit away from offensive movesets, revolves around the concept of time.

GRADE: Silver
ELEMENT: Lightning
NOTES: [Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)
SPECIAL: Overclock: Of course being part machine temporarily does have some perks. Casting Speedster on himself increases Damage by +1 Rank.

LEITMOTIF: Automaton

His mechanical limbs are detachable, allowing him to fight and such from a distance.

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: The interior of Fable's transformed body is made up of gears.

FACTION:

Freelancer...for now.

TRIVIA:

He doesn't really talk about himself much. But word on the grapevine is that Fable is the youngest member of one of the more wealthy families in Pax Septimus. His family was often busy, sometimes he was too. The only one of them he usually clung to was his older sister. And even then she'd have more important matters to attend to. Sure, such a life could be concidered lucky, but to Fable, it felt...unsatisfying. Not to mention frustrating at times.

He eventually developed a habit of slipping away unnoticed, going out to wander through the city and do what he wanted for a change. Of course the crime rate was something Fable kept in mind, he learned to be careful with wandering off too far. Though the one thing he didn't learn about? What to do about a monster attack.

Apparently, finding himself lost one day, Fable was unfortunate enough to stumble onto one such monster. A shadowy apparition-like being, indecipherable. Frightened, he tried to quietly get away before the monster noticed him. Sadly, something had to happen. The littlest of sounds were able to attract it's attention. He had to run.

Fable ended up hiding in an abandoned clock shop, taking a moment of respite. He just had to wait until the shade gave up and left, or chose a different target to kill. It managed to follow him inside, but the ticking of the remaining clocks distracted it enough to buy Fable some time. Though what could he do? There was nothing to fight it off with, and running again could alert it too.

Then something caught the boy's eye. A silver sheen near the corner of the store.

He snuck over and grabbed it. A silver pocketwatch. Though antique, it appeared to be in mint condition. Before Fable knew it, the unassuming trinket had given him just the power he needed to rid himself of his little stalker. Flashes of light could be seen from outside the shop like a contained storm; though there was no rain or thunder, and Fable walked away without a scratch and with a goal in mind. He had to learn more about espers and monsters.

Like other Freelancers, Fable believes both the GEMINI Agents, and the Mavericks bring up good points. But their methods and ideals bring in more drawbacks than benefits. He's willing to work with either side on occasion, but only cause he wants to figure out how to end the cycle of conflict his own way.

Still, what of his family? Whether they're entrepreneurs to important buisnesses, or one of the mafia factions that taint the city, they'll have to catch onto his dissapearing act at some point. Right?

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13 | Male | Freelancers | Automaton
Aeterna | Sword | Physical | Swift and Keen
Clockwork Tailcoat | Industrial
Chronosphere | Lightning | Overclock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Restrain (4), Minor Heal (4), Heal (16), Quicken (0), AoE (2)

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 750