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Rio Vega - Barrier Magic

Rio.Vega
Appearance | 15 | 165cm / 64kg | Male | "Hi! I'm Rio, what's your name?" PERSONALITY: | An upbeat soul and indomitable spirit are just a few of the things one could say about the boy. growing up sheltered and well taken care of has not killed his endless curiosity for the world. There are very few things that can sour his mood, always looking to improvise, adapt, and overcome his challenges with a carefree attitude. His curiosity often gets the better of him and he can come off as annoying or gets himself into some kind of trouble. Rio is not very aware of the hardships of this world and its darkness. He only ever sees the good in people and is normally very open about his own feelings about things. This can also lead to him being awkward or aloof. After all, he is still learning a lot about social ques and what's acceptable outside of high society. Freedom is something he greatly treasures, freedom to make one’s own decisions, and freedom to forge one’s own path. one would find a fast friend with him, and friends are one of the things he will fight for. always trying to find the easy way out of hard situations without hurting others as much as possible. striving sometimes too hard for the approval of others can get him in the wrong crowd if not careful. more often than not his naiveté gets him into plenty of trouble on its own. The boy does dislike structured environments and nobility. He finds it dull and suffocating, it’s the very cage he will always find himself running from. finding more mature topics or conversations difficult and uncomfortable, like talking about his past, emotions, or life and death. All of this is not to say Rio is a coward and will always run, he will fight but the boy just doesn't like to hurt people. | MAGIC: | Barrier Magic - calling forth his magic Rio can shape it as he sees fit. its applications are limited only by the caster’s strength, wisdom, and imagination. His barriers don’t follow the standard hexagon look like other barriers, his are made up of interlocking shapes that look similar to a spider’s web. It can be used and manipulated to cover large and small areas, to both absorb or redirect attacks. The barriers he creates are often purple in color. | SPELLS: SPELL LIST Sentinel - Defensive / support - Small personal shield’s he can erect In front of individuals he can see. Requires a great amount of concentration for more than two shields at a time. Hand Cannon - Offensive - A stronger version of the magic bullet, shaping his barrier into a tube for the bullet to shoot out of allowing for a more powerful shot. Must hold it with two hands. Bulwark - Defensive – His strongest barrier so far allowing him to erect the barrier in an area centered on himself to protect himself and others. requires full concentration and can be shaped or directed in certain directions if needed. more layers can be added at a higher manna cost. ABILITIES & SKILLS: SKILL LIST Beloved by mana - being of a noble lineage Rio has an ample supply of mana. However, he will often fake being tired to try and hide this from others. Free as a Bird - Agility and reflexes are his friend. He grew up running and dodging his family, their magic, and his handlers. His skills grew when he started spending more time in crowded city streets dodging through crowds. Occasionally using these skills to step out of the way of incoming attacks. Need a Distraction? - One thing that's not combat related that Rio excels at is distraction or causing a scene. Either through his acting, singing, dancing, or generally being clumsy. He knows how to get the attention of others and when the time comes, quickly retreat from the area. GOALS & FEARS: | My dreams? To be free and not have to hide from my family. To find my own family in the magic knights so we can protect each other. To make sure that no one else will have to worry about a cage or being a slave. | | Not being strong enough to be wanted, not being accepted by others even when he knows he sometimes tries too hard. Worst of all he fears building up a family and friends only for them to learn who he is and abandon him. | .............................................................................	A little over 15 years ago Rio was born into the Aindun noble family. The family was known for having some superior barrier mages but know far better for their shrewd marketing tactics and rumors of backhanded deals. Such deals always favored the nobility leaving the lower-class citizens to scramble and scrounge their money just to get by when living in the area his family controlled. Not to mention the price changes for their goods depending on the area you were in. The young lad learned quick how to talk and run yet showed little in the way of basic magic ability. Outshined by his siblings in all things proper and noble, he was quickly brushed aside. His handlers were more of a parental figure than his parents ever were. Still, they had a reputation to keep, and he was drilled day in and out on noble edicate. The lessons normally resulted in pain reinforcement when he inevitably lost concentration. He was 8 when he made his first escape attempt, his handlers picked him back up within a couple hours. The punishment he received from this, and his many other attempts scared his back, arms, and legs in places that are easily hidden by clothes. A testament to his will to be free for sure. Each time he made it further and further for longer durations but each time they would find him. Either by tracking him or putting out secretive bounties they would always find him. This never deterred his optimistic demeanor as he refused to let them break his spirit. Then the day came, he turned 15 and was allowed to attend the grimoire ceremony. His parents almost didn't let him go given his lacking magical aptitude up to this point. He was ecstatic when he received his book for him, it meant freedom and he knew exactly what he was going to do. With the distraction from all the others celebrating Rio slipped out into the darkness and ran. It’s been a few months since he slipped away. A few close calls just made him run farther towards the only place he knew he could escape from his family, The Magic Knights. He took the name Vega from the first family that was kind to him. They gave him some food and a place to sleep for a few nights and in return he helped them around their small farm. In time he made sure to dirty his appearance and found someone that dyed his hair black. Since than he has been relying on petty thievery and just being kind to people to survive. Stealing only small portions of food and the odd article of clothing.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

im also looking into a making character here (the naive type)... mostly just lurking and reading the story so far.

In any case I've also just found out that Tropical Storm Beryl will be sending ripples through my neck of the woods, so if there's any further delays in updates or responses it's probably safe to assume I lost power or something. My area is terrible about blackouts even in good weather, so I fully expect to lose power right as I'm in the middle of a post or something. DX

@Zeroth

just do what Florida does, shoot at the storm show it who's boss

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth just keep saving the document after every sentence lol

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Are you not entertained? >> Heading up //

Agar looked up and listened to the big orc talk about his reward. Eyes gleaming with curiosity at the talk of skills as well. Already figuring out as much, he still wanted to look the part of the Orc runt without a clue. Giving the older orc several enthusiastic nods of acknowledgement. Staring at the rat skull for a moment longer, he then gathered his things and headed to the war chief’s hut. Stopping for a moment for a quick couple gulps of water.

Arriving at the hut, Agar noticed a couple older orcs unloading gear into a few piles with only a couple other runts already looking through the gear. The gear itself wasn’t horrible but was better than what he currently wore and probably better than what he could make on his own. He began to look through the gear after handing off the rat skull.

He took a little bit of time, even after deciding what he wanted just by looking. Taking a moment to try and commit to memory the way the other tools, weapons, and clothes were made so that he may be able to replicate something similar in the future. As for what he chose to keep? good boots should help him explore more rocky and unstable terrain, while the water skin was an easy choice for him the hard part was the weapon. Already acquiring a fire hardened spear, he was looking more at the ranged weapons. Ultimately, Agar decided his ranged weapon off the possible availability to find or craft more ammunition the easiest. So, he decided on the sling.

He also found a buckskin shirt to match his pants, some cloth wrappings he was able to wrap around his hands and down his arms, a light square piece of a dull brown and grey fabric that was frayed on the edges, and another longer piece of rough scratchy fabric that had the same colorations. The runt secured the larger rough fabric around his shoulders for a cloak and wrapped the smaller square piece of fabric around his neck and head, a practice he picked up in Afghanistan. The Shemagh was very good at keeping one cool and protecting yourself from the heat of the day and high winds. If any of the other orcs asked him why or how he tied the cloth around his head like he did, he would happily tell them.

All and all the look seemed to bring him a little more comfort and made him feel a little less exposed. After he filled out his water skin Agar decided to accept the quest he was given earlier. The next thing to figure out was where he wanted to explore, he could find a shelter location for himself later. He spotted movement up the hill and saw a lone figure making its way up the mountain following the stream. That wouldn’t be that bad of a place to explore, it would also give him more information for the map in his head of the surrounding area.

So, Agar began to follow the path the other Orc runt was going. Getting closer he could make out that they wore a wolf pelt cloak and had a similar style spear to his. When he was close enough, he made his presence known with a simple question, “Can Agar join?” He asked, keeping his distance but still close enough to chat, walk, and climb behind them.

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@Zeroth
@ERode

Inventory // Quests

Level: 4
<< Current Quest: Explore a new area // Kill a BOSS
Tribe Tasks: Build a shelter for night 2
Gear worn/used: Leather Boots, loincloth, Buckskin pants, buckskin shirt, Arm wraps, cloth Shemagh, Thick cloth/wool cloak.
Weapons: sharp rock, Fire hardened Wooden Spear (poisoned), Sling, Stone ammo for sling x12
Inventory: Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked Harpy Meat, 2 lbs., petrified fragment x6, Cream mushrooms x3, Liver Stalk Mushrooms x3
Location: Fighting pits > up the mountain
Inventory used (for current post):

Skills // Level Rewards

Skills:
Ingestion >> Racial Skill // MAX - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.

Field Scan II >> Reincarnated Skill // Rank I - Detect life signs around the user within 30 feet, and remain aware of them for 1 minute. // At Rank II, one can roughly sense the silhouette of the creatures within range.

Blunt Resistance I >> Ingested Skill // Rank I - Passive Resistance against Blunt Damage is increased.

Muffle II >> Ingested Skill // Rank I - Muffle the sounds of your movements to become stealthy. The user's footsteps will be significantly more quiet, but this is only a deduction from the normal amount of noise they would make. Therefore, one's armor, weight, etc may still produce sounds beyond a certain level. // At Rank II, one can stifle the sounds of their interactions with the environment as well---a sudden fall or a snapped twig will be suppressed, though they may still produce sounds beyond a certain level.

Slash I >> Ingested Skill // Rank I - Powerful bladed attack to enhance weapons, claws, etc. Uses SP.

Level Up Rewards:
chose increased stamina for Level 2 // Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3 // Chose Increased MP at lvl 4

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Yeah i know but i told zeroth that i would try to have agar interact with the other players more

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

ok i was going to have him see her and follow her up the mountain... he has been a bit of a loner too lol

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@ERode i was thinking about having Agar tag along with you if that's alright?

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// A new day >> Are you not entertained? //

The hit his opponent took was solid and felt strange. This wasn’t like field scan or any other kind of sensation he had felt before. It was to the point, where he made a mistake he was glad was in a mock fighting arena. He paused. Attention fixed on his arm to his weapon then to his opponent and his broken weapon. The other runt was still reeling from the hit. Neither of them expected the skill he used to bring such power to bear.

"What're ya waitin' for? Finish it!" Auguz shouted

Subduing the feeling of power, he got from the interaction, Agar looked to his opponent on the ground. The words from the leader ringed in his head. A swift reminder to get his head in the game and finish the fight. One more swift strike should be enough. Killing his opponent wasn’t something he wanted to do, but he still had to put him out.

Dropping his axe, the runt quickly stepped hard on his opponents back to force him to the ground. Holding the edges of the rough shield in his hands, he raised it up and struck the edge of it against the side of the runts head. It shouldn’t be hard enough to kill but it was definitely going to leave a mark. An act he would continue to do unless the adults stopped him or the runt below him stopped moving. A smile growing on his lips.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fight
Tribe Tasks:
Gear worn/used: loincloth, Buckskin pants, Training shield
Inventory: sharp rock, Wooden Spear (poisoned), Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked Harpy Meat, 2 lbs., petrified fragment x6, Cream mushrooms x3, Liver Stalk Mushrooms x3
Level: 3
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Level 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle II, (Chose Increased MP at lvl 4), Slash I from harpy meat,
Location: Fighting pits
Inventory used (for current post):

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Tough Tavern -> Damien Estate
Time: Night

Roman and Violet Part 2

Puddles splashed around her ankles as she continued running, Pushing her way through the crowd as her cloak whipped behind her. Grumbles echoed in the alley, as the men and women Violet nearly assaulted with little care cursed under their breaths.

Deeper into the labyrinth of the slums she ventured, the air thick with the scent of decay and desperation. With a sudden gust of wind, her hood was torn away, revealing her pale, trembling face framed by cascading raven locks that seemed to writhe with a life of their own.
Her strength waned with each faltering step, her pulse pounding in her ears.The taste of Romans blood lingered on her lips, a haunting reminder of her curse.Just as she felt alive, her heart racing with the reminder of the life she was pulled from, the moment of bliss back to the reality of her affliction.

She couldnt have a normal life, her mother saw to that.

She let out a frustrated growl as she continued to run. The darkness that unleashed itself inside the Tavern continued to give her a chilling reminder.
"You can’t trust anyone…only yourself…"

The words whispered like a ghostly lament. She closed her eyes, but the darkness only grew more suffocating, its tendrils reaching out to ensnare her. Gripping its claws into her mind.
Finally, she sought refuge against a cold, decaying stone wall, the eerie silence broken only by the ragged sound of her breath. But even in the solitude of the slums, she could feel the malevolent presence lingering, waiting to strike once more.
Alone again she found herself trapped, with nowhere to escape the relentless darkness.
With a defeated sigh, she surrendered to the inevitable, slumping against the unforgiving stone as her weary legs buckled beneath her.Her fingers lingered on her lips as she bit back a sad smile.

The memory of her time with Roman haunted her, a cruel reminder of the fragile humanity that still lingered within her. Their fleeting moments together offered a brief reminder from the suffocating void of her condition, a flicker of warmth in all the darkness.

But even in their heated kiss, she couldn't escape the monstrous nature that threatened to consume her. .Their passion turned dark, leaving a bitter taste of regret and fear in its wake. The thought of what could have transpired had she not restrained herself sent a chill over her.

She could make a home here. Hiding amongst the vagabonds and thieves. She was no better then any of them, a wolf amongst sheeps.

Unhinged was the best way to describe how roman looked, disheveled and torn clothes, blood dried across his arm, and an almost manic look in his angry eyes. He pushed those that were not quick enough out of his way. Causing a commotion of cursing, yelling, and far too much attention for his liking. Still, he had a mission: he had to find her and return her home. Now though it was looking more and more like a fight rather than a negotiation.

He was following the trail of cursing coming from ahead of him and the glimpse of jet black hair always disappearing behind the next corner. Her pace seemed to be slowing but the amount of people in these back ally’s was dwindling. Eventually coming to a stop at a quiet crossroads, Roman slowed his breath bringing it under control. He had to find her before she went deeper into this maze.

Until he heard it, the sound of sliding cloth on stone. Quickly and quietly the man made his way towards the sound just as he would when stalking wild game. Heel to toe, one step after another until he could look around the corner. Again he saw her this time just as the first time in a heap on the floor. He knew she was going to fight this, she might even hate him for it, but this had to happen at least for now.

Roman slowly stepped around the corner, his weary eyes locked onto her, “Violet.” Her heart sunk as she heard her name, unable to look at him. She felt embarrassed. Drawing blood while kissing him. She wanted to burry her face and so she did. Attempting to hide her reaction Violet pulled her legs into her chest resting her head on her knees, burying her face in the fabric of her cloak. Stupid mistake could have cost him his life. Adding another name to her growing list.

She can’t be trusted.

He spoke calmly but approached carefully in case she let her monster win her internal battle. “You're not going to like this and neither do i. I have to take you home.” Violets head turned too look at him, her eyes fixated on him as a look of betrayal appeared on her face. He continued to position himself in front of her, giving the best angle to move to grab her or defend against an attack. “Once I bring you back you can run away again as you please but right now half the town guard is looking for you. It's only a matter of time before someone worse tries the same.” Using the wall as balance she slowly stood to her feet, her eyes unbreaking from him. The look still strong on her face as her brows furrowed in anger.

There seemed to be a shift in her demeanor as he spoke about her home. He hadn’t said enough to cause her to loose control but her face was not able to hide it. She was about to speak, her lips relaxed, but she couldn’t seem to find the words. Violet stood frozen, her eyes scanning his face as she fell back against the stone wall. She pressed her back against the wall, her head tilting back as she looked at him.

The longer she looked, the more her face moved from anger to fear. Her eyes swelling again with tears,looking like glass as she sucked in her breath.

”If you…” she choked back her tears as her voice cracked with pain ”make me go back there. I cannot forgive you.” she stared at him with sincerity as her voice held firm. “How much did they pay you…?” her voice filled with venom. “It makes more sense. They paid you to track me, begged for you to find their lovely daughter they couldn’t live without.” her eyes narrowed “No matter what.” each word hit with anger as she insinuated the curse they had placed on her. “Thats why you’re here isn’t it. For them?”

His gaze shifted from one of worry to a glare. moving slowly into a fighting stance with both of his hands outstretched to give him the best ability to grab, block, or perry. Violet was not herself and he could see it. She wasn't in control.

Violets mind clouded her with darkness. It wasn’t her speaking the venomous words, it was a projection of the hurt and anger she felt inside. The brewing anguish that continued to taunt her.

He didn’t come to find you…He came for them. it whispered He doesn’t really care for you. You cannot trust him. Dont trust him. FIGHT. the voice grew louder.

“I will NOT go back.”

“You're not violet.” he began slowly moving closer to her step by step. “It took my demon, the voice in my head. Four years to form its own consciousness and give itself a name." He was close now, still in his stance ready for anything. “It seems a soul doesn't always carry over its memories but I could always feel his anger, his hunger, his ego… it almost consumed me.”

In a blink he used the distraction to reach out with his hand and slap Violet in the face. It wasn't hard but it wasn't soft either. A tactic meant to enrage, to show just how much of a threat he thought she was to him. Following up that move by lungeing back a few steps. His eyes rested for a moment on the red mark on her face.

Violets eyes widened as she felt the sting on her cheek. The color from her face faded as she looked at him with surprise. Her heart sank as her fingers slowly closed into a fist. “I will see myself home”she said calmly but her face still held its shocked expression. “Don’t bother coming to my aid any longer.”Her voice was stern and serious as the print of his hand on her cheek continued to grow in color.

He relaxed his posture as she spoke but looked at her with a bit of confusion. Glancing at his hand as she began to walk off made him think he might just have over did that last part. Well at the very least she wasn't going to go berserk. Her words still cut deep even if they were spoken in anger and maybe not in the best state of mind. Was this really the new Violet? Or was an inner voice really taking over? Had he misread her situation? He thought about this as he followed her back out of the alley.

Pulling her hood up, Violet turned from him. She walked towards the main street of the slums and flagged down a carriage driver. Standing, her back too him she looked at the driver and bow’d her head slightly.

“Damien estate please.” She said coldly. “one passenger.” The driver nodded and hopped off the carriage. Running around he opened the door as Violet turned to look over her shoulder at Roman, her red eyes searing into his with anger. She climbed into the carriage and without another word she left.

Sitting inside the carriage she let out a long drawn breath she had been holding in as her body crumpled forward holding her cheek as tears streamed down them.

She was defeated.

Roman locked eyes with her one last time before she departed on the carriage. He did find himself another means of transportation to follow her by way of another carriage opting to sit up front with the driver. A few glares from some of the other people in the slums did not go unnoticed.

The ride through the damp city was thankfully uneventful. When they arrived at the damien estate Roman made it a point to let the guard’s at the front know that he was responsible for her return then promptly left. He had a report to make back at the warehouse and Erik would not be pleased.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Agar

// Racing the setting sun >> A new day //

Sleeping wasn’t that bad, he slept worse in the military but this body was soft. At the very least he did level up last night and learned about someone else helping out the huntress. A new hunting partner perhaps? He would have to figure that out after morning training. One that he knew he had to hurry to if he didn’t want to get punished for it. Then he would have to figure out his food situation and finding a better spot to sleep sometime tonight.

Remembering his options from the system he pondered what he could do while he did some simple morning stretches. Agar mulled over the options he was given, he only had one skill slot open and wanted to pick from the Harpy skills, dusk vison sounded important. It didn’t sound like dark vision but maybe I was the start of it? It would be nice but wouldn’t help him right away. He didn’t really know what MP was but he might need that too if he wants to be a well-rounded fighter. It wasn’t an option for no reason.

Ultimately, he decided on Increasing his MP with his level up and filling the empty skill slot with Slash I. He felt that an offensive attack was something he would need and maybe this was the red attack he saw the harpy make the other day. He also improved his muffle skill further informing himself that skills did level up with use and practice. After he made his decisions he scurried off with his things towards the training area.

Oh boy did he get flashbacks, this training was a less organized but somehow more brutal form of boot camp then what he went through. The yelling, hitting, strenuous exercises sure did bring him back to those old memories from another life. Even with his stamina boost he was definitely feeling the exhaustion at the end of the encounter. He was sure glad he picked that boost, still this was an opportunity to show just how out of shape he was in this new body.

When the time came for wrestling he didn’t want to show off, he knew the moves but his body didn’t. even with him purposefully losing twice in a row he wasn’t too sure that he was losing on purpose. He still came back and won out the match though. This ended up giving him a break to drink some water and take some time to breath.

The next step had them picking out mock weapons and facing off against different opponents. He took the time to watch a few other fights and found himself laughing along with some of the others when a good hit or quick defeat was struck. Somehow, he found it funny making him think of another fantasy orc race that found death hilarious but he couldn’t remember where he heard that.

Then it was his turn to face off with his opponent. One that chose two swords. Agar had chosen a small round shield and an axe. These weapons were crude and although they probably could kill after a few solid hits they were not sharp. His opponent opted to poke fun at him and charge after embarrassing himself. Agar decided to do the loudest thing he has done so far and scream at the runt in whatever measure he could at an attempt of a war cry. Then he charged too his shield held in front of him with the axe coming in to a low swing at the runts side and used his new skill Slash I.

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@Zeroth

Stats and Things

<< Current Quest: Fight
Tribe Tasks:
Inventory: loincloth, sharp rock, Wooden Spear (poisoned), Hide pouch, sharp Tatzelwurm claw, Tatzel Venom Gland x1, Harpy Screech Valve x1, Harpy Talon x1, cooked Harpy Meat, 2 lbs., petrified fragment x6, Cream mushrooms x3, Liver Stalk Mushrooms x3
Level: 3
Skills: Ingestion, Field Scan II, (chose increased stamina for Level 2), Blunt Resistance I, (Chose additional empty skill slot for lvl 3), Muffle II, (Chose Increased MP at lvl 4), Slash I from harpy meat,
Location: heading back to camp from elevated position >> Fighting pits
Inventory used (for current post): Turtle shell mushroom x5 for quest, cooked/partially cooked Harpy Meat, 3 lbs.