If there was anything lovely about today, it'd be the rain. Magnhild wasn't that used to waking up early, but today was the day she was to be enrolled into the Institute. She had hardly read the acceptance letter before shoving it into her pocket, staring out the window of the train as the scenery flickered by. Her life was changing again, whether it be for better or for worse, that remained to be seen. But it couldn't possibly be worse than back then. She heard her foster father's voice repeat in her head, 'Do not fear what lies ahead, embrace it with open arms.'
As she got off the train, she couldn't help but notice the other Chimeras that came off with her. Different generations. Different types. Different sizes. She saw them wait for the humans to walk further ahead before joining the back of the group. While she understood such a notion, she couldn't care less about it. Thus she walked among the humans, who gave her a few weird looks as she walked along side them. Had it not been for the scales on the back of her neck, she probably would've looked completely human to most.
Magnhild hadn't noticed the rain had been stopped until she looked up at the metal gates. 'For the Sake of Progress'. Progress towards what? She may never know. She frowned slightly as she realised that there was something blocking the rain. The rain usually felt nice on her scales. The scenery changed once more as they entered the courtyard, all sides covered in colourful flowers, quite different from Airelosia.. Which was mostly green and shrouded in the grey rain. She was more fascinated by the miniature trees. They looked so delicate and... Well, small. Fortunately, she was able to look straight ahead of her in time to stop herself from walking into someone. Everyone seemed to have gathered in front of a podium that stood at the steps of some building.
The Pangolin chimera glanced around the crowd, seeing olive-coloured military uniforms. The sight made her feel a little uneasy, but she wasn't in Airelosia anymore. This place seemed much safer.. She was tough, but she didn't think she was that tough. Not that it worried her too much. Her gaze fell upon the strangely dressed people near the podium.. She guessed they were teachers, but in her mind she had a little bit of a doubt. They looked far too eccentric. But only time will tell.
The young girl's amusement died down as the blonde, shiny woman moved closer to her and started speaking to her. She had pointed to herself and the others around her saying what seemed to be names. Names that were not what Elanil had expected to hear. The demi started to imitate the woman, pointing at each person in the exact order in which she was told, slowly trying to copy the pronunciation of each name.
"Maaah...ree..a"
"Veh.. veh-sstah?"
"Hi...Hein.." She furrowed her brow as she tried to make the sound for the last part of the name.. But at that point she kind of gave up trying to pronounce it. She just couldn't figure out how that word is even a name. She'll just call him 'Hein'.
Her mind wandered off as Vesta and Maria started talking about whatever they were talking about. Elanil didn't understand much of it. She started humming to herself until Vesta started speaking toward her. Elanil nodded as if she understood whatever Vesta was saying. She held out one of her hands, a blueish green glow collecting in the palm of her hand. A small turtle appeared in her hand, but it's shell was covered in grass and small flowers, with a small tree sprouting from the middle.
"Mm.. That would be problematic." It responded simply. True to it's shape, a long pause fell upon the group before the spirit began to speak again. "I had expected, but also not expected young Elanil to leave the forest. It was possibly inevitable that she would come across others like you. She has come to an age where her curiosity gets the better of her, thus I ask you to take care of her externally." It stated blankly.
"I sense a strong magic within you. Perhaps you can help this child harness her power. I would like to see her realise her potential and perhaps do something with her short life." It added, it's gaze locked with Vesta's. Elanil seemed to have stopped fidgeting, concentrating on what her 'parent' was saying.
As she waited for Bullhorn, another player shouted across the way in her direction. Her gaze fell upon a sign that said "L F G". Fortuna couldn't help but chuckle at the gesture. The sign thing was kind of cute. The rogue approached the other girl, giving her a playful smile, "I'm surprised nobody's invited you yet. That sign is pretty clear, in my opinion." She mused as she flicked at her menu, sending an invite to the Tinker. "The name's Fortuna, nice to meet you~" She said casually, giving the other girl a wink.
She wondered where Bullhorn went. He's probably gotten drunk somewhere, assuming the system did such a thing. Maybe he was dead. Who knows. He weirdly disappeared after losing at a game of strip poker against the Rogue. She laughed inwardly as she imagined him running around without pants on.. If he forgot that it was all still in his inventory. Maybe he'll learn not to gamble against a cheater next time.
Appearance: Magnhild is around 5'6" and has a rather lean frame, contrary to her powers. She has long, straight black hair that has a purple tinge. Her skin is fair, however she has patches of scales that are recognizable as Pangolin plates, the majority of them being on her back.
Age: 18
Species: Fifth Generation Pangolin Chimera
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student, First year
Personality: At first glance, Magnhild already seems to exude a very uninviting aura. She has that look of 'Lone wolf' about her that can deter many that may or may not want to speak with her. However, it's important to note that she doesn't do this on purpose.. It's just that her personality seems to make it look that way. Mag is a very carefree soul, and it's often to a point where she comes off as extremely apathetic as her usual motto is "Why worry?" Because of this 'motto' of sorts, she brushes off even the most pressing of things without a care in the world. Obviously there are a few things that she does care about; but that's mostly food, and perhaps some close friends if she ever has one. A lot of this seem quite negative, but she's a nice, hardworking person.. Subjectively. Magnhild isn't an aggressive person, but sometimes her frank way of speaking makes her the target of aggression. But even that's shrugged off.
Mag seems to hold resentment toward anyone that has any positive relation to the Military.
Magic Type Preference: Barrier Magic Innate Magic Talent: Shock Absorption (Hardly takes any damage from most attacks. Physical or Magical) Interests:Actually underwater basket weaving. Music, napping, rolling down grass hills, new things, bonsais, rain Skills:
Shrugging things off (Literally and metaphorically)
Fluent in Airelosian (But cannot read it)
Napping
Basic martial arts
Being in an almost constant state of peace in mind
Biography: Magnhild is the third and last living child of a dying tribe of Pangolin Chimeras. Her birth was dubbed a miracle by her parents and what was left of her extended family, as her mother had gone through two miscarriages, both via medical complications. Her birth was probably the only nice thing that happened. As a Chimera in Airelosia, it was a wonder that her family was still alive. Especially in the parts where she lived. Magnhild lived in the slums which were seemingly lawless. The Military officers that frequented the area seemed to only be there to reaffirm their iron grip on society by beating it into the people. Literally.
As a Chimera, Magnhild didn't live very peacefully. Her scales were obvious, thus making her the target of violence, even amongst children her own age. Bullied and beaten, the children soon found it to be no fun as almost all their attempts to physically harm her were ineffective. However, the abuse from the military personnel was quite different from a child's. A grown man's boot was a lot tougher than a kid's slipper. Despite all this, Mag always tried to come home with a smile so that her parents wouldn't worry too much about her. The bruises had the opposite effect, of course.
As luck would have it, around the age of fourteen, Magnhild's life changed. For the worse. Desperately poor, her father resorted to theft. Stealing small fruits and bread rolls from a small shop. He was caught by the soldiers that loitered around the town. He was immediately put down, saying that he was 'an undomesticated Chimera.' It wasn't long before those soldiers kicked down her home's rotting door. Seizing her and her mother. Her mother struggled against the soldiers, freeing Magnhild in the process. She screamed at her daughter, telling her to run and never to look back. The young Chimera did as she was told, running as fast as she could, as far as she could. A single gunshot rang out on that cold, rainy day. Masked by the sound of raindrops soon after.
Magnhild ran until her legs gave out, collapsing somewhere in the forest. She woke up in a bed after some time. According to the weird looking person in the room, about seven days. A weird tube in her arm and in a place of white sheets and clean smells. 'A hospital' is what they called it. They asked her many questions about her origins, most of which she couldn't answer. She didn't even know the name of the town she was from. But somehow she had found herself in the Unoctocan Empire. A couple of travelers had brought her here.
She was soon put into a foster home. Her foster father was... Interesting to say the least. A man who lived simply and without worry, while also being a Martial artist. It took awhile for Magnhild to open up to him; but when she did, his way of life naturally became hers. Adopting his motto as her own, "Why worry?" He often spoke of experiencing what the world has to offer, and to make sure that she was earnest in what she did. Her foster father often marveled at her physical durability whenever they trained, and came to some roundabout conclusion, saying it was magical. He thought this was a great opportunity for Mag to learn something more interesting than his martial art. Magic.
Simply put, she was enrolled into the Mordhaben's Institute without any real knowledge in magic or anything in general.
Other: - Her name is pronounced 'Maahg-Hild', but she tends to tell people to just called her 'Mag'. - The plates on her body are extremely tough, akin to super hard iron plating. Bulletproof for the most part.
Lemme know if anything needs to be changed. (This is considered finished methinks.)
Magnhild Voll
Appearance: Magnhild is around 5'6" and has a rather lean frame, contrary to her powers. She has long, straight black hair that has a purple tinge. Her skin is fair, however she has patches of scales that are recognizable as Pangolin plates, the majority of them being on her back.
Age: 18
Species: Fifth Generation Pangolin Chimera
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student, First year
Personality: At first glance, Magnhild already seems to exude a very uninviting aura. She has that look of 'Lone wolf' about her that can deter many that may or may not want to speak with her. However, it's important to note that she doesn't do this on purpose.. It's just that her personality seems to make it look that way. Mag is a very carefree soul, and it's often to a point where she comes off as extremely apathetic as her usual motto is "Why worry?" Because of this 'motto' of sorts, she brushes off even the most pressing of things without a care in the world. Obviously there are a few things that she does care about; but that's mostly food, and perhaps some close friends if she ever has one. A lot of this seem quite negative, but she's a nice, hardworking person.. Subjectively. Magnhild isn't an aggressive person, but sometimes her frank way of speaking makes her the target of aggression. But even that's shrugged off.
Mag seems to hold resentment toward anyone that has any positive relation to the Military.
Magic Type Preference: Energy Manipulation Innate Magic Talent: Shock Absorption (Hardly takes any damage from most attacks. Physical or Magical) Interests:Actually underwater basket weaving. Music, napping, rolling down grass hills, new things Skills:
Shrugging things off (Literally and metaphorically)
Napping
Basic martial arts
Being in an almost constant state of peace in mind
Biography: Magnhild is the third and last living child of a dying tribe of Pangolin Chimeras. Her birth was dubbed a miracle by her parents and what was left of her extended family, as her mother had gone through two miscarriages, both via medical complications. Her birth was probably the only nice thing that happened. As a Chimera in Airelosia, it was a wonder that her family was still alive. Especially in the parts where she lived. Magnhild lived in the slums which were seemingly lawless. The Military officers that frequented the area seemed to only be there to reaffirm their iron grip on society by beating it into the people. Literally.
As a Chimera, Magnhild didn't live very peacefully. Her scales were obvious, thus making her the target of violence, even amongst children her own age. Bullied and beaten, the children soon found it to be no fun as almost all their attempts to physically harm her were ineffective. However, the abuse from the military personnel was quite different from a child's. A grown man's boot was a lot tougher than a kid's slipper. Despite all this, Mag always tried to come home with a smile so that her parents wouldn't worry too much about her. The bruises had the opposite effect, of course.
As luck would have it, around the age of fourteen, Magnhild's life changed. For the worse. Desperately poor, her father resorted to theft. Stealing small fruits and bread rolls from a small shop. He was caught by the soldiers that loitered around the town. He was immediately put down, saying that he was 'an undomesticated Chimera.' It wasn't long before those soldiers kicked down her home's rotting door. Seizing her and her mother. Her mother struggled against the soldiers, freeing Magnhild in the process. She screamed at her daughter, telling her to run and never to look back. The young Chimera did as she was told, running as fast as she could, as far as she could. A single gunshot rang out on that cold, rainy day. Masked by the sound of raindrops soon after.
Magnhild ran until her legs gave out, collapsing somewhere in the forest. She woke up in a bed after some time. According to the weird looking person in the room, about seven days. A weird tube in her arm and in a place of white sheets and clean smells. 'A hospital' is what they called it. They asked her many questions about her origins, most of which she couldn't answer. She didn't even know the name of the town she was from. But somehow she had found herself in the Unoctocan Empire. A couple of travelers had brought her here.
She was soon put into a foster home. Her foster father was... Interesting to say the least. A man who lived simply and without worry, while also being a Martial artist. It took awhile for Magnhild to open up to him; but when she did, his way of life naturally became hers. Adopting his motto as her own, "Why worry?" He often spoke of experiencing what the world has to offer, and to make sure that she was earnest in what she did. Her foster father often marveled at her physical durability whenever they trained, and came to some roundabout conclusion, saying it was magical. He thought this was a great opportunity for Mag to learn something more interesting than his martial art. Magic.
Simply put, she was enrolled into the Mordhaben's Institute without any real knowledge in magic or anything in general.
Fortuna slowly wandered the Market streets, looking at the bits and bobs the merchant sold. Players and NPCs alike being ripped off by merchants that claim that such trinkets brought good luck. Such things a certain gambler didn't believe in. There was no real luck in a game like this. RNG was only pseudo-random after all. As random as a loaded die at times. 'Plink', went the small nickle coin as she flipped it. Tails. 'What a good sign.', she thought sarcastically.
After awhile of meandering, she came across a merchant.. Or rather a fellow gambler who was making bets with passersby. "C'mon, 5 nickles says you can't guess whether it's heads or tails!" He laughed as he put a nickle on his thumbnail. What was interesting to Fortuna, was that the Gambling NPC was always winning. She smirked as she stood the side, watching the NPC make off with many a nickle. Soon, she stepped up to the plate. The man gave her a toothy grin, "Well, girly? Let's see your luck eh?" She smirked back at him, "I'm sure lady luck is smiling on me." She responded nonchalantly. The man laughed in response, showing her a nickle coin that had a notable chip in it, "Let's make it more interesting then! I'll flip it and you'll have to guess which hand I catch it in and what side's facing up! I'll double the prize, 10 nickles, deary."
Fortuna merely nodded, her smirk unfaltering. The man flipped the coin; swiping both hands at it, catching it mid-air before presenting two clenched fists before her. "Well?"
The Rogue stepped forward, tapping one hand with her finger then tapping the other, as if trying to make her decision. She stepped back and shook her head slowly. "Well. First of all, there's no coin in either of your hands." The man chuckled and nodded his head as he reached into his pocket.. Where the nickle should've been. "And I believe it was heads." Fortuna chuckled as she opened her hand, showing the chipped nickle.. Heads up. The NPC frowned as he gave the girl her 10 nickles.
"Better luck next time, hun." Fortuna stood at the outskirts of the town, watching the other players go in and out, hunting the monsters the spawned further off. She had sent Bullhorn a message earlier inviting him for some hunting or perhaps a dungeon run, although she'll probably need to find more people to do the latter.
She looked back on her time in Talrae. Even though she hadn't even been in this world for more than a couple of days, she already felt at home. Forced to escape from her previous life in the real world? Didn't seem all that bad. There wasn't anyone back at her real home that she missed anyway. Maybe her dog, Yuki.
Basically, unless you have a reason to go after some other player... just post when you can. I was originally afraid of people having that "silent psychological barrier" with this method. By having an established turn order, people would KNOW exactly when they have to post but having free order always puts doubt into some peoples' minds like "oh am I not interrupting another person's plan?". Which is nice and all but sometimes slogs the game down.
[referring to "silent psychological barrier"] While that thought path is understandable, not many that I know of actually think that way (And neither do I). Having a flexible system like this actually takes a lot of pressure off people, knowing that they're not actually keeping people waiting as if they were in a queue of sorts. However, in the end people still think "Oh I still need to post before the GM does." Whether or not they spoil someone's plan can be shown via IC. I feel like planning ways of attack in OOC is more meta than people realise.
In the end, just play your character how they would react. Don't worry about what other's will think because that'll be shown IC, via their characters. The moment someone gets upset in OOC about messing up a plan is the moment you could probably say that they're thinking the way they think, not the way their character thinks.
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