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The name's ShadowVentus, but you can call me Ven. Fantasy RPs have always been my genre, but I'm always open to trying new genres and all that jazz. Oh, and I don't know about anyone else here, but in my opinion, Atlus makes awesome games! PERSONA!

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Now Playing: Vim and Vigor


Hearing his newfound comrade out, Asher did not resist when she guided his hand away from Amuro and had him step to the side to advance towards the pilot. Before he could continue the banter, a new distraction set itself up right in front of them in the form of more Heartless. Considering these things roamed the streets of his world with relative ease, he was not so easily perturbed by their presence. In fact, a grin crept along his face as he unsheathed his other dagger.

"Hey, what would you call this sub species? I'm crap at naming things."

Asher twirled his daggers in his hands, stopping their path by firmly grasping the tips of the blades, prepared to get in some target practice on the leftover baddies. “Hmm….well, these ones-” He cuts himself off to release his daggers at two of the semi-armored Heartless that were heading towards her. Both daggers flew past Georgia’s head, each one returning to their rightful sheathes after inserting themselves into the abdomens of their targets. This stuns them long enough to place himself at her side. “We call them Soldiers where I’m from.” He finished. He extends his right hand forward. With a bright flash of light, Fate’s Rebellion materializes in his outstretched hand. “As for the large buggers..well, they’re new to me.” He ran towards the two Soldiers from earlier and cut them down with two clean strokes of his blade. Noticing that one of the bulkier enemies was approaching him, he jumped towards it, bringing his keyblade down on its head as he arced over it.
Now Playing: Vim and Vigor

Asher was just about to run after Georgia when a resounding blast echoed throughout the room. For him, it was like being uncomfortably close to an array of cannons firing volleys. He instinctively covered his ears to protect them from the sound as he looked towards the direction of noise. The only reason they weren’t obliterated within that same moment was thanks to the empress’ barrier. He glanced behind him to see said empress already down for the count, being aided by Girogios as she had collapsed to the ground. One would think seeing one of the strongest individuals in this world’s hierarchy go down so fast would strike fear into his heart, but the young rogue simply chuckled in response to the sight. “It’s best you royal lot leave the dirty work to us…” As he says this, Asher feels the familiar heightening of his senses as Tocsax casts Mass Hastega, the rush of adrenaline-like energy flowing through his body.

"Half of you take on the horde of Heartless, the others help me against that Mech, which is still moving due to dark powers! Note that I won't be stealing your spotlight any longer, so I'll only be providing support spells after this!"

Asher couldn’t help but laugh at the Nobody’s idea. In his eyes, he had yet to prove his mettle as a leader. He felt he had no proper reason to follow his commands, and as a result of this, Asher decided to stick to his original plan of providing back-up to Georgia. He took off at a breakneck pace in the direction she had ran only a few moments ago. With this boost, he knew it would take little to no effort on his part to catch up to her. As he drew near, he saw right away that she was already in the middle of an encounter, grappling with an individual unbeknownst to him. Using the momentum of the Hastega, he grabbed Amuro by the collar of his suit, prying him from his comrade, and pinned him against the wall. This mystery pilot would find a dagger held up to his neck, making his position very clear. “My my..I do hope you don’t mind if I get up close and personal as well?” This was a trick question of course. “Milady! Care to explain the situation with just a tad bit more detail?” He inquired, not taking his eyes off of his captive as he asked.




Now Playing: Temporal Spire

It was sounding as though the introductions were drawing to close, with the emperor and empress setting the boundaries of the palace. While immediately going to his quarters to have some peace of mind intrigued him, what piqued his interest even more was the library. He was not only eager to learn more about this world and the ones left out there to discover, but also to quench his thirst for knowledge on the Darkness. “If I can get a better handle on the enemy...well, I’m more than certain that the scales will tip further in my favor.” Besides, it seemed as though Georgia also had plans of her own to investigate the library. If there was anyone he believed it would be best to begin bonding with and getting a good read on immediately, she was certainly one of the first individuals to come to mind. But of course, as his own tradition dictated, he would place this decision in the hands of luck. The Coin of Fate in his hand once more, he gives it another whirl. Heads, he’d move to parley with Georgia. Tails, he’d check out his quarters. It hits its peak height in the air, followed by an entrancing downward spiral. Catching it in his outstretched hand, he places it on the back of his other hand. He unveils it to reveal that familiar wheel of fortune. A grin finding its way unto his face, he pockets his bit of gold, and strides toward the trio of raptor, girl, and wizard. “Pardon the intrusion milady, but I hope you don’t mind me joining you lot. I have some research of my own I wish to indulge in.” He gives a brief bow, aiming to be as gentlemanlike as possible. Being kind has got him into many a place. He highly doubted it would be any different for the people of various worlds walking amongst him.

Now Playing: Temporal Spire

Upon exiting the Gummi Ship, Asher took a moment to marvel at his new surroundings. The Palace of Blachernae was a sight to take in. He definitely considered it a far cry from the murky streets of London. Reluctantly, the young rogue shifted his focus unto the group of people nearby. Just by looking at each individual, he could tell that, like himself, all came from different walks of life. Some were finely dressed and oozed that type of confidence only people wearing such garb could bolster. There were others, however, that very much seemed like they had undertaken their own hefty amount of hardship. Hell, there was a man that looked like he had just been sprung from prison and a girl with a raptor. If those two didn’t scream, “I’ve been through some shit”, Asher didn’t know any better examples. Upon meeting the welcoming party in the form of Girogios, Damianos, and a few other guardsmen, Asher couldn’t help but get a Royal Guard vibe from these fellows. They were soon escorted within the confines of the palace, leading to what he assumed could only be the throne room. As they walked, he heard two of their party members introduce themselves; Georgia the raptor tamer, and Harris Dione, whom seemed like an intellectual bookworm type at first glance. While he in turn would have loved to continue with the banter, his line of work made him lean more towards staying cautious and not dropping his name too soon, or to just anyone either. He hid in the shadows for a living, after all.

Two regal individuals, identifying themselves as Michael XIII Sideros and Maria d’ Italia, as well as a figure clad in black stood before him. Little did he know that this was merely the introduction of a very long, purposeful recollection the worlds’ “Original History”. This divulgence of information didn’t really surprise Asher. He recalled reading a similar retelling of this history back in his youth, but the way that thread was spun, it was more of a myth than reality. Not even the surveillance of his actions worried him. It was only natural for clients to keep tabs on the people they were hiring. The main things that caught his attention were the outbursts and questions cast by his alleged partners in this assignment. While the idea of also requesting a surplus of riches was appealing, the sudden talk of a set of masks belonging to the Arsene Lupin got his thief blood pumping. In his world, Arsene is a legendary individual. No one knows exactly if he still walks this, or HIS earth specifically, to this day, but to have the sudden knowledge that one of his treasured belongings was out there made him reasonably giddy.

“Hehe...now you’re speaking my language!” Asher approaches the sharply dressed individual. He habitually takes out his Coin of Fate, and begins rolling it across the knuckles of his right hand. “If you’ve got some sort of stake in the Arsene Lupin...well, I’d be more than willing to take a gamble on you, kiddo.” He catches the coin between his thumb and index finger, it facing towards Noel with the heads side. He gently places his free hand on the boy’s shoulder and leans in to whisper, “I can tell you seem reluctant about all of this, but, why don’t we see what Lady Luck has in store for aspiring thieves like us, hm?” Without waiting for a response, Asher simply turns and walks back to where he was originally standing amidst the group, casually flipping the Coin of Fate until he reaches his intended stopping point.

Song Playing: Struggle Away

“Eep! Someone help, kupo!”
A lone voice pierces through the silent night. A small Moogle, cowering in fear, is ambushed by a small group of five Soldiers, the fiends enclosing around it. As one of the Heartless begins to leap forward and strike, its body dissolves as a flash of light hits it. Sensing a strong source of light behind them, the remaining creatures turn around only to be greeted by a volley of light arrows. These arrows, one for each of the four remaining Heartless, pierce their bodies, the initial impact destroying another three on the spot. The last of these creatures, surprisingly, withstands the blow. Its whole body shakes as if it were throwing fit in anger. It attempts to lash out at the Moogle, but fails just like its predecessor. A cloaked figure hailing from the same direction the arrows were launched from leaps from a nearby rooftop, performs an aerial spin, cutting down the sole surviving soldier from behind with a dagger. The released hearts decorate the night sky as they rise from their captivity. The Moogle, sensing that the danger has passed, looks up and faces its saving grace.
“Y-You saved me, kupo...thank you so much!” It bows its head in gratitude only to let out a cry of surprise as it’s suddenly scooped up.
“Sorry, little one, but I’m certain there’s plenty more where that came from. We’ll save introductions for once I get you someplace safe. How’s that sound?” As the figure inquires this, a loud howl can be heard, its echo sending chills down the Moogle’s spine.
“Yes please, kupo!” It answers, burying its face into the crook of the man’s arm.
Upon hearing this, the figure utilizes Warp to relocate unto a nearby rooftop. To ensure a smooth getaway from the approaching threat, the figure Hastes himself, practically soaring from rooftop to rooftop.

Now Playing: Exceed Tachi

The individual’s Haste wears off just as he lands in front of a tavern. The sign above their heads states that name of the establishment is the “Raven’s Nook”. Upon opening the door with his free hand, he clears his throat as if to signal to the Moogle that it’s safe.
“Welcome to my humble abode!” He exclaims, setting the Moogle down on top of a nearby table, closing the door behind him.
The Moogle looks around in awe at how well-furnished this place is. This main hall is lit up by a nearby hearth, the warmth radiating throughout the space. Its warmth puts the Moogle’s nerves at ease.
“Well, well, back from the hunt, I see. What have you brought me this time, my dear?” Another cloaked individual approaches the pair, removing their hood to reveal a woman with jet-black hair and golden amber eyes. The Moogle yelps, and begins shaking in fear.
The woman chuckles, eyeing the Moogle curiously. “Fear not, child. Unlike those creatures out there, I don’t bite without a good reason.”
“U-Um, I-I’m looking for a person named Asher Rain...I have a letter for him…” The Moogle stammers out.
“Oh? Well, it seems Fortuna has smiled upon you after all. I’m simply surprised her agent hasn’t introduced himself yet.”
The man lets out a hearty laugh as he too removes his hood, revealing long locks of red hair, matching red eyes, and a cocky grin.
“I believe I’m the one you’re looking for then.” He remarks.
“Woah! How lucky can a Moogle be, kupo? In that case, here you go!” The Moogle materializes the aforementioned letter and hands it over to Asher. He opens the letter and begins reading. When he’s through, he hands it over to the woman so that she can be filled in.
“What do you think, Mary? Will these streets be alright without me?” He inquires.
She laughs. “It sounds like you’ve made up your mind already. How about you humor me and flip that coin of yours?” She responds.
He grins, pulling out a golden coin. “Alright then. Heads, I go. Tails, you order me to go.” He flips the coin, pressing it flat against the back of his left hand upon catching it with his right. He removes his hand to reveal the wheel of fortune.
“Lady Luck has spoken. This order is active immediately. Let’s shove off, young Moogle!” He exclaims, already fully prepared to head back out.
“Hold on now, hotshot. If you’re traveling abroad, you better take these with you.” She hands Asher a small box. He opens it to find two sets of black earrings, one representing each suit from a deck of cards. “Custom made. They’ll let you keep in contact from any distance. Just touch place a finger on it, and whomever else is wearing one of these can receive or send a message to you.” Mary explains.
Asher equips himself with the Spade Earring, and gives a nod to her explanation. “Thank you, milady. I’ll be sure to return in one piece. Now then, shall we?” The Moogle nods in response, and guides him to where the Gummi Ship is. They board unto the ship, and immediately take off, beginning their voyage to the World of Renovation.





Sorry to keep you waiting! Here's my CS in all of its glory:

Name: Asher Rain
Appearance:

Bio: Asher was born into a time of great strife. The streets of Medieval London were teeming with vermin that would prey upon the weak, stealing precious belongings whenever someone couldn’t afford to pay the dues that came with protection from the Royal Guard. He was given his name in hopes that his family would be blessed with the highest form of prosperity imaginable, to raise them from the ashes of their meager lives bring salvation upon others. He worked hard as he grew, learning how to lead a proper life from his mother and father. In following the rules set to him by both his parents and the Royal Guard, he lived an average, yet happy life throughout his youth. However, that all changed upon the arrival of his 13th birthday.
His father was a few gold pieces short of meeting the mark for the Royal Guard’s fee due to a sudden increase in the amount, the soldiers gave raised him hell for it by quite literally putting their homestead to the torch. This trial by fire nearly separated Asher from his parents, the wooden infrastructure of the building groaning as the wooden beams supporting the ceiling gave way, the ceiling on the cusp of collapsing. Before this could happen, a group of cloaked figures braved the flames, grabbing Asher, his parents and any belongings they deemed valuable to them and saving them from the clutches of death. The young Asher, his lungs filled with smoke, fell unconscious in the arms of his veiled saviour. Sometime later, the boy awoke, gasping for air as his body sputtered back to life. He sat up in the bed he had been placed in, and came face-to-face with the very same individual that had saved his life that day. She removed her hood, revealing amber-colored eyes, black hair, and a rather kind smile. She introduced herself as Bloody Mary, the leader of the Vigilant Shepherds.
In exchange for keeping his parents safe, Asher trained under Mary, learning the ways of the rogue. From pickpocketing and smooth-talking to utilizing the tools of the trade such as lockpicks and throwing daggers, Asher spent the next 7 years perfecting the trade. During this period of time, a job he had undertaken led him to unlocking a hidden potential within him to wield the otherworldly weapon known as the keyblade. He would soon learn that he was the main line of defense against the new threat London faced in the form of the Heartless.

Age: 20

Skills: Aside from the usual song and dance arsenal equipped by traditional thieves, Asher has had extensive training in short-swords and archery. Thanks to his newfound weapon, his hidden potential for magic has been realized. While he certainly has the capability of being a jack of all trades with magic, he mainly prioritizes Aero-based skills, negative status spells, and transportation enhancements such as Haste and Warp due to his line of work. His keyblade even has the capability of transforming into a hearty bow that can fire arrows of light.

Weapon:



Personality: Given his upbringing, Asher is kind to those he considers worthy of his trust. Otherwise, his tongue can be as sharp as his blades, having a bluntness to him that has a tendency to rub people the wrong way. Coinciding with his namesake, he very heavily believes in the concept of luck, for there have been situations that without it, he feels that he may have not lived to see another day. He typically makes decisions based on the flip of a gold coin that he keeps on his person at all times. This coin has the wheel of fortune, the symbol of Fortuna, imprinted on the heads side, and a set of scales on the tails side.

World Sheet

Name: Medieval London
Summary of History: A world where creatures and individuals believed to be only of myth are given life. As a result of this, when the Heartless first invaded, no one really payed them any mind. Of course, that all changed once their numbers grew, devouring the hearts of the townsfolk and Royal Guard alike. Upon the arrival of the moogles, the Royal Guard commissioned weapons that could keep this new scourge at bay. While the Vigilant Shepherds took a similar approach, they also upgraded themselves by dabbling in the ways of magic.
Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.): The Royal Guard is the main line of authority in this world, acting as a protective wall for the royal family, and taking upon themselves to keep the townsfolk in check in pursuit of their own twisted justice. The underground organization known as the Vigilant Shepherds arose to aid the people of London. Led by this world’s Bloody Mary, this band of rogues does everything they can to protect the common folk and take any stab they can at the Royal Guard in the process.
Overall Technology Level: Relatively low, with the exception of magic and items that can properly be enchanted.
Map: N/A

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