Raineh Daze

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Form

• Name: Abe Hikari. It's her original name, and she sees no reason to swap it.
• Age: Mentally, Hikari is definitely in her 30's. Physically, it could go either way: she looks like a nine year old, but there's enough to go on to suggest she's actually been reincarnated at the grand old age of over 900. She's a bit all over the place.
• Gender: Female.
• Race: Kitsune. It has racial abilities, but she doesn't know how to use any of them.
• Appearance: Fluffiness without compare.
• Personality: Hikari has a polite and agreeable demeanour. Do you need something done? Well, she's happy to be of assistance, as long as it's within her ability and job scope. This betrays a lot of the rest of Hikari's attitude, even after dying and being reincarnated... well, she can't help but think of herself as an employee working for her long-term prospects.
  She seems quite able to take the absurdity of this reincarnation in stride; this sort of lowest common denominator writing was a guilty pleasure in her limited free time, and it's nice to enjoy it from a first-person perspective. It certainly lends her an air of unflappability in all things, which fits her new role quite perfectly.
  Besides, even if she dies again and nobody has access to resurrection, she's already got some great times out of this, why complain?
• History: Hikari's life before reincarnation was about as dull as could be imagined: a studious and education-focused childhood with little time for doing things just for fun, followed by an equally boring university education before getting a tedious office job as a normal salaryman... no time for relationships, of course, nor as many hobbies as one would have liked. Trashy isekai setups? Oh, they took little enough time and thought that they were easy to follow, but...
  All of this in service to one goal: securing a safe and long-term career, with prospects of advancement to management and a cushy retirement when the time came. Or, at least, some time clawed back from socialising with co-workers and networking so that there was the potential for a family, as annoying as that often felt.
  This eventually lead to a promotion and Hikari was thrilled to be selected for an overseas meeting. this was the best opportunity to advance and--well, spending one's last moments obsessing over a prepared powerpoint presentation wasn't exactly the ideal way to go.
  Of course, this came with the opportunity for reincarnation! Not that Hikari remembers the process, or quite why this has lead to being a tiny little foxgirl, but that's not objectionable. Why her new cheat is so... what it is? Oh, she can guess, but really, past Hikari? Why had you argued so strongly for something that would give you that nice cushy job you wanted, with good accommodations and...
  Well, at least she's cute now.
• Cheat: Perfect and Elegant Maid: When it comes to the art of being a maid, nobody can be more suited or a faster learner than Hikari. For a start, this has granted her instant proficiency across a whole suite of domestic skills, from cleaning to cooking to managing a household staff. No more instant ramen for her! If it's been invented anywhere here yet, of course.
  There's a lot of semantics intrinsic in this, of course. While at a baseline it just gives Hikari a surprising level of aptitude for learning how to use supportive magic or knifework, if she were to find a proper employer... well, anticipating and fulfilling their needs would give her a lot more avenues for growth, depending on who they are.
  
  • Skill Name: Shapeshift: Fox.
  • Skill Description: The only racial skill that Hikari has any immediate access to, it's the ability to transform into a fox. Either a perfectly normal fox with a single tail, or one keeping her full magnificent array. She can speak in either case.
• Other: Was once on the kendo team. Not terribly useful, if she goes into knives instead.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Accepted.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

The journey to Sentinel is understandably tedious; you travel first by carriage down the length of the Gold Road and across the breadth of Cyrodiil, then by boat from Anvil to the Iliac Bay itself. Yet, even with the uneasy watch against the Thalmor, the travel through coastal waters is by far preferable to stomping across the breadth of the Alik'r, and a far better excuse besides for why you all happen to arrive at the same time as the Empress's diplomat.

Your first days in Sentinel are busy, your explicit orders to buy up somewhere you can more permanently stay. The idea, after all, is that you'll come across as immigrants rather than travellers… as strange a group as you are.

What your initial funding eventually secured you is a rather nice two-floor building, with the caveat of being outside the city walls when some invading force or other comes knocking… and as the fate of the former refugee district in the same area shows, if anything does happen, your current residence is unlikely to survive. It also does little to cool the omnipresent heat of the area, and the sea breeze can only do so much.

That leaves two immediate problems: one, establishing a proper cover for your presence in the area. The willingness and ability to pay out got you this foothold, but with how distinctive a group you are—particularly the wizards, even more than the unexpected minotaur—it's only a matter of time before the authorities grow concerned about what you're doing. More importantly…

The small pile of coins sitting on the table paints a dim picture. It's enough to get by for another week or two, but it seems that the Empress either has no means or no willingness to send more… and you still need to eat, too.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Cyrodiil

Lanessa walks in after you, raising a hand in a lazy gesture that scatters gold-tinged illumination throughout the depths of the cave. A casual magical effect, given everything she had displayed so far—but it could hardly be considered unwelcome, even as the zombie totters unsteadily before collapsing, the magic that animated it no longer functional in the face of grievous damage.

And revealing behind it a pair of skeletons. Their bodies seem so much more fragile, yet somehow the animation more complex…? Whereas the zombie was just a shambling mound of flesh, they advance with purpose, dulled weapons clenched in their bony fists and one even sporting an off-kilter helm.

They're not the only ones, you can see another towards the small cavern's rear, just before a hide-covered opening; that one is somehow drawing back a bow…

And your magical support seems to be paying no attention, her eyes drifting towards some minor alcove.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Fujiwara no Mokou

Seizing the orb—

Well, this hadn't been a great idea, even for her, had it? Oh, it wasn't like it was doing any permanent damage, Mokou was instinctually aware of that. But the rage of thousands of souls, their resentment urging her to take it out on everyone around, then the city, then the world—

There was the faintest flicker of flame.

Ah, it was a familiar feeling. Destroy and destroy and prove that your existence still meant something, even in the face of unchanging immortality, even when all of society had long forgotten you existed. Even the urgings of vengeful spirits to go further and further on this self-destructive path… that was familiar too, wasn't it? You couldn't burn everything you saw for centuries without attracting that sort of attention from the victims. And the fire responded so readily, it would be trivial to flood the room with it. That would start a fight with everyone, but this was what she lived for.

Yet… she'd been here before. Mokou knew where this path lead; she'd die a thousand times or more until… she'd just get tired. No closer to death, and with nothing in her unchanging life to show for it. No matter what the vengeful dead wanted, there would be no satisfaction to be found, and while they had numbers, she had both experience and familiarity with it. What was the anguish of thousands of spirits? She'd long lost track of how many she had burnt to ash.

Mokou wrenched her hand free with a sigh. "Vengeful spirits. Thousands of them."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

"H-H-Hey! We d-didn't start this f-fight! You attacked first!" Why was she shouting at the Eidolon? It wasn't like an elemental embodiment or anything had to be reasonable about it. All they were doing was trying to not be drowned! But she really didn't appreciate getting covered in water again, drying this off properly and not fluffing up would be a pain. And it was better than her possible last words being defending a leadership she didn't really care about… especially if this was all some sort of accident.

Aaaaah, she didn't have anything big enough to go through the barrier, and definitely not fast enough to race Leviathan's big spell… but she could maybe help someone else out? They could obviously do some sort of big blow a lot easier, so if she just helped out a bit…

Well, maybe all her focus on Haste recently would pay off.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Accepted.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Accepted.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Accepted.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Cyrodiil

"Front on, would be my recommendation," the utterly straight face the elf has… is this a joke? She does seem to be serious about that, although she gives you another look over. Then a second. And a third. After a pause, she reaches around and unfastens her own sword, offering it over, "I expect this back afterwards, but it should do… better than that dagger."

Another gesture later and you're left feeling… enclosed? It's hard to tell, the shimmering layer of purple sunk into your skin, but it didn't feel… harmful? It's a shield spell, if you ask.

"Now, go put those undead to rest. It's not that big a cave, can't be more than… half-a-dozen?"

That doesn't even seem like a guess…