"What? It's not interesting if I'm gonna win, besides it's all about the thrill and adrenaline in the middle of it! That's the best part, and what's more thrilling than testing yourself against the best?", he responded to Brianna's comment. Personally he found her to be an interesting swordswoman, and her sword even moreso. A talking sword so it is. Pretty quickly, Damian gave his response, and Belius having been turned down didn't seem to let it bother him too much, then followed by Nolan's reprimand and the comment from Daltaon,
"What the little guy said", Belius by now was a bit further away so it was an almost comical echo in the back of their conversation.
Belius had gone to grab a drink while other things went down, still on the floor he returned to the announcement. Exhibition match got him excited, maybe a little too much. It would be between all four S class mages in two teams. Belius was almost upset he didn't qualify for that... Well actually he was rather upset, though he did not show it outwardly.
"Forget watching, I want in on that too... Ah, but I need to pass my S class tests first huh?", Belius muttered to himself as he took a swig, leaning back as he did. Even if he was deigned to watch and control himself from jumping in, maybe he can learn something watching Damian. He's had his eye on every sword user in the guild, as some might say, he's adapted some of the techniques in a rather rough fashion.
The next thing though was the Fantasia Festival... Uh, what would that be he wondered. Brianna who was close to him at the time, he leaned over and whispered.
"Hey uh, you know what the Fantasia Festival is?", he asked. He really didn't know.
The last year for Belius had been one that was... Quite different from prior to joining Phoenix Wing. He hadn't stayed in any one place for longer than a few or several months, often having to change accommodation, then towns, then cities, though never really going beyond the borders. As a result he's built up quite a few known acquaintances, just no more than that. His guildmates were at first rather eager to see a new powerhouse join their ranks, but when they soon learned of his habits to make things more "interesting", and thus, more volatile, he was suddenly no longer a favourite to ask for help. That phase only lasted maybe a month at most. These days, he's only ever relied on for missions that guarantee a difficult fight, or ones with zero fighting whatsoever.
His reputation was mixed, while he is a known force in combat, and a wild card for missions, he was a guy that was pretty open to getting things done. When he was new there were a few guildmates that had him do errands, which he did, to an extreme effect, so much so that they begged his forgiveness. He had no idea what was going on but went with it anyway. Despite the way he acts, his years of working many different jobs for money prior to becoming a mage really showed, having seemingly random knowledge in various topics.
Today however, he was completely free, open schedule, he figured he'd just relax in the guild hall for awhile with all the buzz going on, something about a meeting? He was perched up on the second floor of the hall overlooking the first floor, sat at a table with a drink and a book about agriculture. Why agriculture? He had a job he'd completed earlier where he had to help a farmer, so he had a sudden interest and picked it up from the library.
"Damian!"
His ears caught wind of a familiar name, he turned from his seat to lean over and look down at the first floor as a familiar presence entered. So he's finally back. A lot in Phoenix Wing know the story of Belius' recruitment, he challenged them when Damian had happened to be around. After a fight that caused a great deal of collateral damage, and various debris in the shape of swords strewn about, he was eventually defeated, and shortly after his defeat, Belius signed up.
"Yo Damian!"
Grabbing the railing, he leapt over, doing a somersault before landing right between Damian and the other new faces in the guild in a superhero landing no less.
"I see you're back, just in time for a rematch!", he dramatically pointed his finger at Damian, some who heard this had frozen for a moment in fear, before he dropped his pose and continued.
"Is what I'd normally say! I do want that rematch though, but maybe after all of this buzz and somewhere with more room. Instead how about we get a round of drinks instead? You guys got a great selection on tap here", well, Belius was clearly settling in just right, personally at least.
Magic: Belius is a strange mage, one who has learned many different magics that were considered worthless alone.
Sword-Shape Magic - A Caster magic that allows the user to shape any amount of matter and energy into a sword shape, and specifically a sword. This magic is quite weak on it's own, limited by matter and quantity as well as quality of the things it's shaping. Belius though has become supremely skilled at this magic he learned as a child just to play swords with other kids. The feats he can pull off with it are immense, and his speed of transformation is near instant, a feat only possible through years of mastery and usage.
:::SUPPLEMENTARY:::
Lighter Hand: A magic that allows the user to hold fire, as well as generate it out of their hand. It can't be projected and fire it off like most other fire magic though. This was a fire magic that came free with the "Mages Weekly Survival".
Aerosphere: A magic that allows the user to control wind in their immediate area as well as generate it. It's great for clearing away leaves.
Miner's Friend: A magic that was made just for carrying and extracting rocks and ores. He learned this when he worked part time at a mine. It can also be used to quickly pull and gather rocks or other earthly elements.
Chilly Touch: A magic that's preferred by bartenders everyone for instantly chilling their customer's drinks. It generates ice out of the palm of the user's hand.
Torchlight: A magic that allows the user to create orbs of light as additional sources of light. It's useful for dark trips to the toilet.
Hydro Hand: Similar to lighter hand, allows the user to generate water out of their hand. It can be expelled as a short range burst with decent concussive force, or be fired as a weak stream. This was mainly a magic for firefighters.
Ink Blot: A dark magic that creates shadow in energy form, meant to be used then applied to your face as a kind of emergency face mask for sleeping.
Zap Charge: A lightning magic that allows the user to charge batteries using just magical power. This can allow them to jumpstart machinery too and light up lightbulbs. An essential for electricians.
SPELLS
::Essential::
Lethal Weapon: An advanced application where he shapes the kinetic force of his kicks and punches into swords. He can now cut by punching and kicking.
Sword Generation (Level 1/2/3): A combination spell where he uses any of his supplementaries to generate an element for him to shape into a sword. This has a Level 2 and 3 as well where he combines them with 2 and then 3 elements. A blade of water wreathed in lightning, a blade of molten rock from searing fire, among other things.
Reforge: A simple spell that layers on the current sword he's holding with itself, increasing it's solidity and power. He can do this multiple times, and other applications of it have it's own names.
::Basic Level::
Skycutter: A simple application of Sword Generation where he instantly extends the length of the sword for a single instant, allowing him to cut far-off targets. Doing so usually disperses the density of the sword during that instant though, so it may not cut as deep... Or may cut quite deep in the case of steel.
Heavy Slash: A simple application of Sword Generation where he instantly increases the size of sword for a powerful slash. A side-effect of this is that upon doing so it will disperse during the swing, for example a fire Heavy Slash will fire off a short-range wave of fire.
Swordslinger: A very simple application of Sword Generation where he makes unstable swords and throws them. Of course he can throw any full-formed sword he has on him too.
::Mid Level::
Graveyard of Swords: Placing his hand on the ground, he can cause swords to be produced in the area all around him made from whatever is in the immediate area.
Horde of Blades: Expelled from a single swing, he causes the area in front to be pelted with hundreds of tiny swords, slashing the entire area countless times. The scale of the attack is affected by how long he holds it, as well as the size and reforge value of the sword.
::High Level::
Tempering Edge: A complex application of Reforge where he only reforges the very edge of the sword, and constantly at a fast pace, giving it an almost laser-cutting property as it reforges and slices each time it does while at the same time getting sharper. While he does this, his sword is able to cut through almost anything, but he can't sustain it for very long.
Sword of Thieves: A spell where Belius absorbs an attack by turning it into a sword. Requires contact with the attack which makes it risky, as he will still take the larger portion of the attack. The sword generated will keep all properties of the attack he had converted, but will be limited in quantity, what he makes is what he's stuck with unless he does this again. The larger the attack, the greater the risk, but also the greater the sword he can make.
::Hi-Ougi:: Blades of Legend: The High Art that he had created for the express purpose of putting his life on the line if he needs to. He shapes his own pure magical energy into a single sword, or even more if he's pushing it. It normally appears blue, but if it appears any other colour, it's no longer using his magical energy. All of these swords aren't just shaped from the idea of a sword, but also a legend, allowing him to imbue them with properties of his own choosing based on those legends. As one might say, the ability to imbue a sword with power beyond being a sharp slab of metal is the highest skill a blacksmith can attain. These blades being made of pure magical energy also mean that they can obtain the elemental properties of elements that they are bathed in.
Muramasa: The Legend of Bloodlust, an all out attack sword that can cut anything providing little in way of defense or direct combat. It takes the form of a long katana and it appears able to create fields of slashing waves.
Excalibur: The Legend of Light, an all-round sword with the ability to fire beams of light. It's probably the safest weapon due to it's controlled energy output, but it's the one that provides the least benefits. It takes the form of a longsword with space for two hands, making it an all-round for a swordsman too.
Durandal: The Legend of the Enduring, an all-out defense sword with the ability to guard the user as well as allies with large broadswords. It has a maximum range, but anyone inside it will be under the guard of rapidly generated swords of mana. This takes the form of a broad-bladed claymore with a cross guard. Despite it's defensive nature, it's not a sword you want to accept a blow from directly anyway.
Usumidori: The Legend of Wings, an all-out speed sword with the ability to increase the user's agility and speed, leaping bounds and closing distances in an instant. The amount of strikes a user can put out with this sword is also impressive, able to make what appears like one slash become several. This takes the form of a standard katana, making it a rather mobile weapon.
Magic Level: A
History:
Belius grew up as an orphan alongside his younger sister. The orphanage years were not so bad, he enjoyed himself and was a bright kid with a bit too much energy. He learned the magic Sword Shape from the local blacksmith because he wanted to play swords with the other kids, he learned a variety of other little magics out of interest or convenience, and as he grew older he became a more and more adept magic user. Through his early teens he often picked fights with the local kids, known back in the day as the “Sword Maniac”, swinging some wooden sword around, known for taking whole hordes of other kids, even those much older than him, yet they never seemed stronger.
No one took notice of his prodigious talent in magic, only his physical prowess, believing him to be a sword conjuring mage, and even to this day, most people he’s met still believe that. Little do they know, he’s just using multiple rudimentary or rather weak magic and combining them to make his own unique style. Never having felt the need to learn a more powerful and practical magic, though perhaps that day may come eventually.
He grew up with his sister, causing a lot of trouble for her due to the amount of trouble he would get into, yet he was always first to take jobs to support the both of them. Working various jobs from working as a miner, firefighter, a bartender, waiter, chef, host, temporary therapist (for one day), street sign holder, store clerk, and… Many more.
From the age of 16 and onward he travelled from city to city, continuing to work different jobs and dropping it a month later as he wandered to the next. Somewhere in his teens he knew what excited him most, often chasing the rumors of strong mages and challenging them to duels on the street, and before he knew it he was known as the “The Duelist Mage”. He never fought to kill, he was even almost arrested many times, and his reputation made him a divided topic, he was either a dark mage looking for someone, or an idiot. He was the latter.
Eventually he ran into Phoenix Wing. By now he’d fought many strong mages in their own right, some with their own reputation and others who did not take kindly to him and may have returned only to be beaten again even with help. However, Phoenix Wing was a different encounter, appearing at the Guild Hall and challenged them to one on one combat. At this time, Damian was back from a long time away from the Guild, and decided to humor the one who would so brazenly challenge a guild right at their hall.
The ensuing battle would appear akin to a battlefield, razing the whole square. Though the battle would go on for quite some time, after a certain time a clear winner was appearing in Damian, and soon Belius would be soundly beaten. Yet as he lay back there on his back, all he did was laugh, before sitting up, saying he’s had a lot of fun. Perhaps to someone like Damian this was strange, but he was quite genuine about it.
In the ensuing month he ended up joining Phoenix Wing along with his sister, that is of course following some of the due process and him expressing interest. Surely, with a guild full of strong people, he can also fight strong people and get even more powerful.
Personality:
Belius is a contagiously jolly man, it's not uncommon to see him laughing, drinking, and eating in the guild hall. His guiding philosophy is to enjoy life and to excel in that enjoyment, and to him, there is nothing more enjoyable than a thrilling fight. It goes without saying he has chosen to excel at fighting. He's an agreeable man for the most part, and normally lets people do as they please. Due to his simplicity though, it can be easy to persuade him with the right things.
It's often easy to mistake him for someone lacking in intelligence, but truthfully he's quite smart, especially when it comes to problem solving. He may not have the expansive knowledge locked up in his head, but when it comes to dealing with situations and thinking on his feet, he's not too shabby. He has a decently creative mind, combined with a reckless spirit. As a result, he's also quite a risk taker.
At his best, he's a generous man, though he seems in a constant good mood, sometimes it's noticeable if he's actually in a good mood. Usually following when he discovers a strong opponent. At his worst though, he's a little... Edgier. He goes around picking fights and insulting everyone he beats, which on some days can be quite numerous. Fortunately he's not a man able to hide his emotions, when he has a rather foul expression with no smile, it may be best to avoid him.
Guild and guild mark location: Center of his chest. Team Members:
Three Strengths: (Not just combat)
1. The Beast - He is what one might call a beast. His physical prowess is absurd, in speed, skill, strength, and endurance. He also possesses a great deal of skill in martial pursuits such as swordsmanship and hand to hand combat.
2. Jovial Spirit - Despite his habits, he can be an uplifting presence. He's a cheerful guy who likes to crack jokes.
3. Natural Affinity - He has a huge store of magical energy and prodigious control over it, allowing him to increase the output of otherwise basic or weak spells to an incredible amount.
Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)
1. Hunter of the Fight - He relishes combat, and will often hold back just so that he can enjoy the fight for a little longer. He rarely will wrap up a job without someone else urging him to. He will also support the losing side of any conflict just because it's more fun to him that way.
2. Arrogance - Despite his jolly attitude, he's actually a bit arrogant, without batting an eye he can easily talk down to his foes if they haven't proven themselves to him yet.
3. Overly Confident - Though more often than not he can back it, it can still get him into hot water if he manages to pick fights with the wrong person. He might still enjoy himself though...
Greatest Love: He's a hunter for the fight, an exhilarating one. Though he has loosely defined rules, such as no to-the-death. Win or lose isn't important... Until it is. He's a man who has only derived fun from fighting, and has not had any other reason to fight.
Motivation: To fight. He wants more and more interesting encounters, and will often try to take missions that seem likely to give him that.
Additional Details:
He’s not a popular partner to take onto missions due to his habit of escalating situations just for a bit more fun.
He is more often than not mistaken for a hand to hand fighter, because he’s predominantly seen doing that. The truth is he’s fighting hand to hand because it gives him more of a challenge against weaker opponents.
He is also mistaken for a fire mage, because he predominantly makes use of that element for sword-shaping. This is actually on purpose.
Seirin was nonetheless interested in the phenomenon of social media, she had heard her maid speak of it once in awhile, and one of the younger attendants had mentioned it more frequently too. There was a soft glow to Seirin as she smiled and talked, rather eager to listen and hear about new things. For her this was a completely new feeling, she had her own problems but what mattered was she seemed to be enjoying herself in this moment right now.
When it came time to call for drinks, Seirin asked for oolong tea, Rodrick and Helena both asked for anything cold while Helena specifically wanted something that was also sweet. Asta asked for 5 bottles of water.
Soon, Lorelai and Ultana left to retrieve the meals and drinks for everyone as Seirin settled down with Rodrick, Helena, Asta, and Otis. Finally able to get a breather she sat down while the three from colder regions leaned or slumped back fanning themselves with brochures they picked up along the way, or in Helena's case a paper fan she bought.
"I had taken this chance to go out and play, I know I will get an earful when I'm back, but it will be worth it. After all I never expected to even meet people of Arcanis this way. I had thought it would be in a stuffy meeting as my first encounter when I am a little older, as part of my duties they are trying to grow me into", she opened up a little. Out of the group only Otis seemed to notice it was her at the conference, so she felt the topic was a bit more relevant here.
"But, I am glad that my first meeting was a happy one", her self-reflection as this more quiet time came to pass made everyone quite aware of how much Lorelai and Ultana talked, not for the worst of course. Seirin felt their presence was lively and made her forget about her worries...
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As the minutes went on, Otis' eyes noticed strange patterns, small as they were, forming on the trees around them. Was it just a trick of the heat he may think... But soon, the area around them appeared to darken first, a white and blue haze set upon the surfaces like a thin coat of snow.
Lorelai and Ultana were not back yet, though they may soon be. Seirin within this situation seemed to be confused too... So this didn't appear to be one of her "bodyguards". Rodrick and Helena both perked up noticing this strange change in the atmosphere and Asta stood up as if the heat was no longer a problem for her. Everyone but Seirin who had known combat felt it. There was a hostile air about this boundary setup around them.
Appearing in front of them like a ghost out of the fog, was a women wearing a kitsune mask to conceal her identity, a long ponytail, and an ornate blade tucked into her shrine maiden's outfit.
"I suppose if I don't take this chance, there will not be another chance...", the maiden began to draw her sword as she walked forward. Rodrick, Helena, and Asta would begin preparing something for combat, though they were ill-equipped with their main weapons being in the hotel.
With a few breaths of anticipation, the party could feel nothing from this lady... Yet, within their bodies they felt nothing but danger. The most interesting aspect was perhaps her weapon, overly ornate for what appears to be an assassin. It didn't take more than a few moments to figure out she was here for Seirin, but within moments, she charged forward.
As the scene unfolded before the group's eyes, Reynard took note that a normal conversation was not going to result, and instead walked over to the map Carver had laid out, inspecting it himself. A pause in this conversation would occur with their client Carver nervously trying to hand Gwendolyn back her clothes. The map from what he understood was plans for the places Carver wished to visit and access, he had some ideas what it all meant, but he was sadly not too familiar with these areas indicated on the map. The rest of the scene with the floundering Carver was but background noise to him as he involved himself with his own thing... Though eventually, his voice would cut through the atmosphere and bring attention back,
"It appears you've made a map for your journey, along with some of your own notes. Would you care to explain it to us? Preferably before you decide to turn into a blithering mess again", his tone was cold and almost reprimanding. His eyes turned to the rest of the guild as he stood around the table with the map, a sort of signal for them to gather round as hopefully Carver would too and explain to them what their job entails.
Magic: Belius is a strange mage, one who has learned many different magics that were considered worthless alone.
Sword-Shape Magic - A Caster magic that allows the user to shape any amount of matter and energy into a sword shape, and specifically a sword. This magic is quite weak on it's own, limited by matter and quantity as well as quality of the things it's shaping. Belius though has become supremely skilled at this magic he learned as a child just to play swords with other kids. The feats he can pull off with it are immense, and his speed of transformation is near instant, a feat only possible through years of mastery and usage.
:::SUPPLEMENTARY:::
Lighter Hand: A magic that allows the user to hold fire, as well as generate it out of their hand. It can't be projected and fire it off like most other fire magic though. This was a fire magic that came free with the "Mages Weekly Survival".
Aerosphere: A magic that allows the user to control wind in their immediate area as well as generate it. It's great for clearing away leaves.
Miner's Friend: A magic that was made just for carrying and extracting rocks and ores. He learned this when he worked part time at a mine. It can also be used to quickly pull and gather rocks or other earthly elements.
Chilly Touch: A magic that's preferred by bartenders everyone for instantly chilling their customer's drinks. It generates ice out of the palm of the user's hand.
Torchlight: A magic that allows the user to create orbs of light as additional sources of light. It's useful for dark trips to the toilet.
Hydro Hand: Similar to lighter hand, allows the user to generate water out of their hand. It can be expelled as a short range burst with decent concussive force, or be fired as a weak stream. This was mainly a magic for firefighters.
Ink Blot: A dark magic that creates shadow in energy form, meant to be used then applied to your face as a kind of emergency face mask for sleeping.
Zap Charge: A lightning magic that allows the user to charge batteries using just magical power. This can allow them to jumpstart machinery too and light up lightbulbs. An essential for electricians.
SPELLS
::Essential::
Lethal Weapon: An advanced application where he shapes the kinetic force of his kicks and punches into swords. He can now cut by punching and kicking.
Sword Generation (Level 1/2/3): A combination spell where he uses any of his supplementaries to generate an element for him to shape into a sword. This has a Level 2 and 3 as well where he combines them with 2 and then 3 elements. A blade of water wreathed in lightning, a blade of molten rock from searing fire, among other things.
Reforge: A simple spell that layers on the current sword he's holding with itself, increasing it's solidity and power. He can do this multiple times, and other applications of it have it's own names.
::Basic Level::
Skycutter: A simple application of Sword Generation where he instantly extends the length of the sword for a single instant, allowing him to cut far-off targets. Doing so usually disperses the density of the sword during that instant though, so it may not cut as deep... Or may cut quite deep in the case of steel.
Heavy Slash: A simple application of Sword Generation where he instantly increases the size of sword for a powerful slash. A side-effect of this is that upon doing so it will disperse during the swing, for example a fire Heavy Slash will fire off a short-range wave of fire.
Swordslinger: A very simple application of Sword Generation where he makes unstable swords and throws them. Of course he can throw any full-formed sword he has on him too.
::Mid Level::
Graveyard of Swords: Placing his hand on the ground, he can cause swords to be produced in the area all around him made from whatever is in the immediate area.
Horde of Blades: Expelled from a single swing, he causes the area in front to be pelted with hundreds of tiny swords, slashing the entire area countless times. The scale of the attack is affected by how long he holds it, as well as the size and reforge value of the sword.
::High Level::
Tempering Edge: A complex application of Reforge where he only reforges the very edge of the sword, and constantly at a fast pace, giving it an almost laser-cutting property as it reforges and slices each time it does while at the same time getting sharper. While he does this, his sword is able to cut through almost anything, but he can't sustain it for very long.
Sword of Thieves: A spell where Belius absorbs an attack by turning it into a sword. Requires contact with the attack which makes it risky, as he will still take the larger portion of the attack. The sword generated will keep all properties of the attack he had converted, but will be limited in quantity, what he makes is what he's stuck with unless he does this again. The larger the attack, the greater the risk, but also the greater the sword he can make.
::Hi-Ougi:: Blades of Legend: The High Art that he had created for the express purpose of putting his life on the line if he needs to. He shapes his own pure magical energy into a single sword, or even more if he's pushing it. It normally appears blue, but if it appears any other colour, it's no longer using his magical energy. All of these swords aren't just shaped from the idea of a sword, but also a legend, allowing him to imbue them with properties of his own choosing based on those legends. As one might say, the ability to imbue a sword with power beyond being a sharp slab of metal is the highest skill a blacksmith can attain. These blades being made of pure magical energy also mean that they can obtain the elemental properties of elements that they are bathed in.
Muramasa: The Legend of Bloodlust, an all out attack sword that can cut anything providing little in way of defense or direct combat. It takes the form of a long katana and it appears able to create fields of slashing waves.
Excalibur: The Legend of Light, an all-round sword with the ability to fire beams of light. It's probably the safest weapon due to it's controlled energy output, but it's the one that provides the least benefits. It takes the form of a longsword with space for two hands, making it an all-round for a swordsman too.
Durandal: The Legend of the Enduring, an all-out defense sword with the ability to guard the user as well as allies with large broadswords. It has a maximum range, but anyone inside it will be under the guard of rapidly generated swords of mana. This takes the form of a broad-bladed claymore with a cross guard. Despite it's defensive nature, it's not a sword you want to accept a blow from directly anyway.
Usumidori: The Legend of Wings, an all-out speed sword with the ability to increase the user's agility and speed, leaping bounds and closing distances in an instant. The amount of strikes a user can put out with this sword is also impressive, able to make what appears like one slash become several. This takes the form of a standard katana, making it a rather mobile weapon.
Magic Level: A
History:
Belius grew up as an orphan alongside his younger sister. The orphanage years were not so bad, he enjoyed himself and was a bright kid with a bit too much energy. He learned the magic Sword Shape from the local blacksmith because he wanted to play swords with the other kids, he learned a variety of other little magics out of interest or convenience, and as he grew older he became a more and more adept magic user. Through his early teens he often picked fights with the local kids, known back in the day as the “Sword Maniac”, swinging some wooden sword around, known for taking whole hordes of other kids, even those much older than him, yet they never seemed stronger.
No one took notice of his prodigious talent in magic, only his physical prowess, believing him to be a sword conjuring mage, and even to this day, most people he’s met still believe that. Little do they know, he’s just using multiple rudimentary or rather weak magic and combining them to make his own unique style. Never having felt the need to learn a more powerful and practical magic, though perhaps that day may come eventually.
He grew up with his sister, causing a lot of trouble for her due to the amount of trouble he would get into, yet he was always first to take jobs to support the both of them. Working various jobs from working as a miner, firefighter, a bartender, waiter, chef, host, temporary therapist (for one day), street sign holder, store clerk, and… Many more.
From the age of 16 and onward he travelled from city to city, continuing to work different jobs and dropping it a month later as he wandered to the next. Somewhere in his teens he knew what excited him most, often chasing the rumors of strong mages and challenging them to duels on the street, and before he knew it he was known as the “The Duelist Mage”. He never fought to kill, he was even almost arrested many times, and his reputation made him a divided topic, he was either a dark mage looking for someone, or an idiot. He was the latter.
Eventually he ran into Phoenix Wing. By now he’d fought many strong mages in their own right, some with their own reputation and others who did not take kindly to him and may have returned only to be beaten again even with help. However, Phoenix Wing was a different encounter, appearing at the Guild Hall and challenged them to one on one combat. At this time, Damian was back from a long time away from the Guild, and decided to humor the one who would so brazenly challenge a guild right at their hall.
The ensuing battle would appear akin to a battlefield, razing the whole square. Though the battle would go on for quite some time, after a certain time a clear winner was appearing in Damian, and soon Belius would be soundly beaten. Yet as he lay back there on his back, all he did was laugh, before sitting up, saying he’s had a lot of fun. Perhaps to someone like Damian this was strange, but he was quite genuine about it.
In the ensuing month he ended up joining Phoenix Wing along with his sister, that is of course following some of the due process and him expressing interest. Surely, with a guild full of strong people, he can also fight strong people and get even more powerful.
Personality: Belius is a contagiously jolly man, it's not uncommon to see him laughing, drinking, and eating in the guild hall. His guiding philosophy is to enjoy life and to excel in that enjoyment, and to him, there is nothing more enjoyable than a thrilling fight. It goes without saying he has chosen to excel at fighting. He's an agreeable man for the most part, and normally lets people do as they please. Due to his simplicity though, it can be easy to persuade him with the right things.
It's often easy to mistake him for someone lacking in intelligence, but truthfully he's quite smart, especially when it comes to problem solving. He may not have the expansive knowledge locked up in his head, but when it comes to dealing with situations and thinking on his feet, he's not too shabby. He has a decently creative mind, combined with a reckless spirit. As a result, he's also quite a risk taker.
At his best, he's a generous man, though he seems in a constant good mood, sometimes it's noticeable if he's actually in a good mood. Usually following when he discovers a strong opponent. At his worst though, he's a little... Edgier. He goes around picking fights and insulting everyone he beats, which on some days can be quite numerous. Fortunately he's not a man able to hide his emotions, when he has a rather foul expression with no smile, it may be best to avoid him.
Guild and guild mark location: Center of his chest. Team Members:
Three Strengths: (Not just combat)
1. The Beast - He is what one might call a beast. His physical prowess is absurd, in speed, skill, strength, and endurance. He also possesses a great deal of skill in martial pursuits such as swordsmanship and hand to hand combat.
2. Jovial Spirit - Despite his habits, he can be an uplifting presence. He's a cheerful guy who likes to crack jokes.
3. Natural Affinity - He has a huge store of magical energy and prodigious control over it, allowing him to increase the output of otherwise basic or weak spells to an incredible amount.
Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)
1. Hunter of the Fight - He relishes combat, and will often hold back just so that he can enjoy the fight for a little longer. He rarely will wrap up a job without someone else urging him to. He will also support the losing side of any conflict just because it's more fun to him that way.
2. Arrogance - Despite his jolly attitude, he's actually a bit arrogant, without batting an eye he can easily talk down to his foes if they haven't proven themselves to him yet.
3. Overly Confident - Though more often than not he can back it, it can still get him into hot water if he manages to pick fights with the wrong person. He might still enjoy himself though...
Greatest Love: There are two things he loves in life. The thrill of the fight, and his family, that being his sister, and the guild to some extent. Though he’s more than willing to fight for them, he has yet to form a deeper emotional connection.
Motivation: To fight. He wants more and more interesting encounters, and will often try to take missions that seem likely to give him that.
Additional Details:
He’s not a popular partner to take onto missions due to his habit of escalating situations just for a bit more fun.
He is more often than not mistaken for a hand to hand fighter, because he’s predominantly seen doing that. The truth is he’s fighting hand to hand because it gives him more of a challenge against weaker opponents.
He is also mistaken for a fire mage, because he predominantly makes use of that element for sword-shaping. This is actually on purpose.
The day would continue on with chatting in such a way. "Oh, no what's LINE?" she would say answer Otis, "ah, souvenirs and takoyaki sounds nice! I haven't tried those before", which was almost a surprise to hear, considering their accessibility, and "well let's see...", she pondered... What stories did she have? Seirin seemed to really be enjoying herself as they went around Kiyomizu-dera.
The summer heat of Kyoto proved to be a bit much for Asta, Rodrick, and even Helena who hailed from the warmer regions of Arcanis. For the time being they found themselves resting at some benches along a lonely path around the shrine.
"I suppose this would be a good time to get food and eat, I am also becoming a bit tired and hungry, perhaps we could have that 'takoyaki' you mentioned?" she asked, hands clasped together as she looked up hopefully at the group. Seirin seemed to have stars in her eyes when they were described to her before, so her eagerness was noted. There was a stall somewhere just a stone's throw outside the entrance to the shrine, the total trip back and forth would be only around twenty or thirty minutes. Not all of them had to go, maybe 2 of them to have enough hands to carry the bags if they were intended to get some for everyone.
"Please... Bring drinks too...", Asta appeared to be suffering a little. Duly noted one might say.
As Akimoto sheathed his blade again he turned and noticed a boy stepping up to the metaphorical ring. He sighed before the boy would ask to challenge him. His eyes quickly sized up the lad, his stance was open, he felt hesitation in those blades, and though it appears he has trained his body much, he was lacking in various other areas. Normally just that would be more than enough for him to turn it down, he had nothing to learn from such a green swordsman, but there was a hunger in those eyes... He was a little interested, but this would certainly not be one to the death.
"Alright, but I'll only use this stick", he answered back, bringing the stick he had used earlier to a mid-stance in one hand.
"Come at me whenever you feel like it", though he would prefer sooner, but he wasn't about to admit that. He would prefer to not be here when that man from earlier returned with more cronies.
In not long the young girl of supposedly high class found herself having her hair style being altered. Before long her hair was not tied into a pony tail, peeking out from behind her messenger hat. She thanked Lorelai briefly, but before she could pipe up about more on history she was interrupted by Otis, who seemed to repeat some of the same questions. She seemed to freeze for a moment, but as soon as anyone tried to get a reaction from her she managed to respond. It appeared as if she was just processing it.
"Classified information, they're trying to prevent me from being in trouble, not that I'm aware of, I am allowed an allowance for personal spending, yes I do there are many lovely places in Kyoto, and that was for my duty... Hm? How do you know about that? Ah... That makes sense, you all are from Arcanis after all you must've been there. Why else would you be in Kyoto", she clapped her hands together in revelation. So these people were also from the conference? What a coincidence. Though she answered the questions like that, she was told earlier this morning her life was in danger... Due to her status and what she was, this was one of her only opportunities to explore Kyoto without an entourage.
"Hm, well, in such a case I can show you around to some of the trails around this shrine. There are some sitting areas along the routes if you have packed food", she suggested.
The fine young lady seemed a little surprised and taken aback at first. The blank yet inquisitive stare of the young boy introducing himself as Otis was a fair bit surprising. Just as soon, the other two made a bit more space and introduced themselves as well. Arcanis they said... Normally people may not know where that was or what it was, the existence of Arcanis was still largely a secret after all. Still, it seemed that Seirin was not unfamiliar with those words. The other two in the group Rodrick and Helena piped up too,
"I am Rodrick, and this is Helena, we too are from Arcanis... Hmph, I understand those sentiments, many young nobles I knew in my childhood dealt with such constraints",
"Mhm, and you were always caught by them. Are you jealous of our new friend's skills of stealth?", Rodrick shot a glare at Helena and the two began to bicker amongst themselves.
As she was given her breathing space, her face of surprise changed to an elegant yet jolly laugh, her hand by her mouth with a look of genuine enjoyment.
"Of course! I'd be happy to", she responded. She pursed her fingers together, her voice soft and almost like a little rabbit with the way she spoke, "I surely hope we can be friends for longer than a day, and Arcanis... Hm, I had heard of that before but I've never been there. The stories I have heard and read from that place seem quite delightful! There was one about a famed Arcture General who fought the Kingdom of the Northern Seas during a naval campaign, known for the red lightning that he wielded they called him the Lightning Count, and his incredible prowess in battle and tactics led to a sound victory.... Ahhhh I do love tales of battle and war...! My home's stories are just as amazing, but what historic battle in Japan has an army of dragons?... Oh!", throughout the little tirade, she seemed to have gone into her own little world, placing her hands on her face and closing her eyes in delight, but as soon as she realized her own habit, she turned back to the group.
"I'm so sorry, when I get talking I... Don't seem to know how to stop. For much of my duties required as little of it as possible", Seirin seemed to have calmed down a little bit as she handed the stage over to the group.
Tsurara found herself in a Flower Arrangement class, they pick flowers, based on meanings, appearance, as well as numbers and size, and arrange it into a vase. Prior to this, she was learning how to cook with varying results, the basics of cleaning and cleaning chemicals, how to mix them to get a better wash, and apparently after flower arrangement it was a lesson for calligraphy and dance. Much as she'd like, anything she attempted to express to Tsukihara would be immediately met with dismissal unless it was related to the class at hand.
It was strange though, every task had a little something... She wasn't sure what, but for some reason she found herself quite focused by the time she was here in flower arrangement. Something about knowing how things flow together... Maybe it wasn't so bad? Even if it was still supremely boring for her, there was something that told her it would not be for nothing...
The... Sort of smarmy phoenix man Hinoyama watched and listened with what appeared to be genuine interest. To think, phoenixes on that side lived what sounded like more normal lives. Here, as a Suzaku he was both feared and worshipped, as a bringer of destruction and fire, or as the avatar of immortality and a protector of the land. He had been both many times over... Yet not a single time, not a single memory in his mind, was one regarding family.
"Hmmm, interesting. So there is family over there? Now I just want to meet them and ask them questions. But yes perhaps Go had been a... Poor choice. Maybe something more familiar, chess? Checkers? Or this game "Monopoly" that a young child had recommended to me during a shrine visit? Well, whichever we may play next, I must make good on my own word. Your first little lesson for the day... Are you able to generate flames on your own?", he asked. He held his hand out in front just a bit in front of himself. A flame emerged from the palm of his hand, with embers flickering in the shape of feathers.
"When we generate our own flames, they may appear different... Of course, if you can't generate your own, that will be the first thing we do today", he stated.
Koyuki's work was strenuous, her first day's tasks constituted mainly of cleaning duties. This meant scrubbing the floors, putting away clothes for the wash, cleaning the rooms after guests had left as well as changing the sheets and amenities. By the end of the day she was also doing room service deliveries, as soon as it appeared as if she knew the etiquette. Still... One of the most tiring things of this job was that the sky outside did not change. It felt as if time had stood still, she had no sense of how much time had passed... But eventually, she was told by her manager she was free to rest and get herself dinner. A relief, she may think.
As she sat down for a rest before changing, a tiny black and gray fox with purple linings and patterns appeared before her, prancing around in the air. The golden rings along the tails were also an eye-catcher. In an echoing voice she heard Kuzunoha speak through it,
"My my, the young fox appears to have made it through her first day. I had assumed a cushy life ever since becoming a kitsune would have meant a less than desirable constitution... Well then, perhaps it is time for your first lesson, and before you panic, it's only a thinking exercise. I don't want any of my employees to find themselves unable to work on account of me", she began. The little what she would assume was a familiar pranced around her head before standing only several inches from her face.
"Now... Lesson one. I hope you had familiarized yourself with illusions over today. Did you notice how your seniors had conducted themselves in front of patrons? The otherworldly gratitude and happiness our guests felt. A simple illusion to appear more desirable or welcoming. We kitsune employ illusions with grace and beauty, artificial charm we create for ourselves to have an edge. If you can prove yourself capable, perhaps you can get a promotion tomorrow... Oh and, you will be getting paid for this, in case you had any questions, now then, enjoy yourself", and with that the little fox was gone, leaving Koyuki her own little thing to think about.
Reynard nodded in understanding, Torys seemed a little disinterested as she told them to not make the guild look bad, you would think something like that is a point of proper consideration, but either she was really self-assured or was full of apathy.
"That goes without saying...", he responded, turning back to the group.
"I suppose an introduction is necessary. I am Reynard Faust", his eyes focused on Jessica as he introduced himself, then his eyes went down towards her sword, strapped to her hip. Interesting. He couldn't help but rest his chin on his fingers as if he was thinking. He wondered what kind of origin and properties such a weapon might have... He had thought the unknown properties of his Mikazuki was curious, but something like this...
"Hmmm... I suppose now is not the time for this...", he muttered under his voice, before turning his head back up to the group. "Very well, we shall go to the museum right now. No detours", was he a fun guy? Probably not. So they were to go straight to the museum.
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