These zombies were clearly not the mindless corpses you’d see in movies. Bianca easily crushed the one she’d been aiming for. But the remaining ones spread out, intent on surrounding them to deal with them.
Sora avoided the first lunge, his new agile body allowing him to dance out of the way of the attacks. Sephily shouted out nervously, warning them about the obvious. “Trip them up with the staff,” he suggested. Then, the attack from the undead commenced.
“Bianca, charge!” he was sure he didn’t need to tell her. He trusted she’d break the encirclement for them. Following her lead, Sora focused on the zombie closest to her.
His shout had alerted the enemies to him, but he used it to his advantage. Twisting and weaving out of the position he’d been in, he aimed to get behind his target’s back. As soon as an opportunity presented itself, he swiftly stabbed into its neck! Bringing his other arm around the thing’s shoulders, he worked to sever the head from the neck.
He was ready to lunge back and away at any moment, wary of being injured by the rusted, grimy metal. Last thing he needed was getting an infection, or the fantasy-equivalent of tetanus.
Would his modern-day vaccines protect him from such a hazard?
No time for speculating! It was zombie-killing time. Or at least, surviving time.
"Improve, day by day, month by month, year by year. The only one you need to overcome…is yourself."PERSONALITY: | Driven | Inspiring | Conventional | One-track | Competitive | Spirited | | Solveig enjoys training, both physical and magical. Though she claims all she wishes is to become the best version of herself, she is a feisty opponent who enjoys contests and is given to rivalries. Even deeper runs her desire to protect, however, a past tragedy of loss haunting her. Despite that – maybe because of it – she is kind, supportive, and optimistic. In casual situations, she is usually sporting a warm, kindly smile. Yet, her ferocious manner of fighting belies any notions of her being easy going. |
MAGIC: | Ignis Draconis Magia[Fire Dragon's Magic]: Calling upon powers of the legendary fantastical creature, the user can conjure and manipulate flames, self-enhance their abilities, and use transformation magic (i.e. shapeshifting). A derivative of fire magic which offers more versatility, but is difficult to master. |
SPELLS:
Dragon’s Breath – Offense – By focusing mana in her chest and mouth and exhaling, Sol conjures a gust of flame. She may control its form, e.g. spread it over a larger conical area, or concentrate it into a narrower, more densely packed stream of fire.
Flammea Fluenta [Flaming Currents] – Utility/Offense – Sol ignites small bits of mana, producing licks of flame curling around her person. These grow by feeding on stray discharges of mana in the environment. Once substantial enough, Solveig can unleash them at a target, whether in several smaller streams or in one larger torrent.
Draconis Laminae [Dragon Scales] – Defense – Sol forms a layer of protective aura around her body (or a part of it). Visually, it appears as if she is covered by nearly transparent, bright-hued, shimmery dragon scales. This spell increases her resistance to magical attacks.
ABILITIES & SKILLS:
Magic Finesse – While her mana reserves are considered ‘average’ by noble standards, Sol has an excellent control over her magic. She is an exceptionally efficient mana caster; she knows how to use what she has to great effect.
Combat – Since a young age, Solveig was trained in the arts of melee, specializing in swordsmanship. She’s passable in hand-to-hand, but it’s more so a supplement or a worse-case scenario fallback. While she’s not faced off against an actual enemy, she’s been in several tournaments, and her spars always pushed her limits.
Sharp Senses – Her father’s paranoia ensured that she knows how to notice signs of danger before it is too late. Her powers of observation and general awareness are literally life-saving. Her reflexes are top-notch. She also has a good sense of orientation and balance.
GOALS & FEARS: | Solveig’s goal is to become one of the greatest Magic Knights, because she wishes to protect her home and her loved ones. She wishes to inherit the lands her father rules over, and to prove to him that she is capable of not only surviving but thriving. She strives to eliminate Devils and Devil Cults. She will not abide any who wish her family ill. | | Sol has already lost her mother. More so than not being able to prove herself to her father, she fears losing him. Solveig is also afraid that if she becomes too badly injured – or worse, dies – she will be leaving him behind, all alone. She knows it would break him. She still has traumatic memories of the demon which had attacked her home. | .............................................................................
Solveig was born on the very southern tip of the noble realm, with the von Brandt family overseeing a small territory which extends into the common realm. While theirs is perhaps not as historied a legacy as the more central nobles, nor as rich, the von Brandts have established themselves as a respectable militaristic family, and have held some renown since about two centuries ago. A relatively recent lord – Solveig’s grand-grandfather – had met with success in mercantile business, as he’d established a reliable transportation and mercenary network.
However, with the ups came the lows. Outbreaks of rebellion, strife, banditry, and the rise of Devil worshipping made for a busy time. Whether hired by commoners or nobles, or ordered on missions by the crown, the von Brandts answered the call to duty. On the one hand, this gave the family a chance to earn more fame. On the other, it exposed them to retaliatory attacks, assassinations, and made their family members prone to a shorter life span.
When Solveig was born, her family was doing well, but with their numbers in a slight decline. Her paternal grandparents had taken over the business side of the family, having retired from the military. Her maternal grandparents were both commoners; her grandmother a retired adventurer who’d explored many a dungeon, and her grandfather a master jeweler.
Her father Cináed had earned glory as one of the best duelists in his youth, and operates as a Magic Knight to this day. Sol has always admired him, though she didn’t see him much, as he was often away for work. In contrast, her mother Belinda, had taken an extended break from her Magic Knight duties to look after her. Many of the stauncher nobles had criticized her father for having married a commoner. These same people denounced Bel’s decision to focus on rearing her daughter. Her parents never paid mind to the stigma, however, and Sol wasn’t affected by these tensions in her younger years.
If only those carefree, loving, blissful years had lasted.
When Solveig was but 5 years of age, disaster struck. A Demon Cult targeted her family and her town at a time when both her father and uncle, the most powerful of the living von Brandts, were too far away to do anything about it. Houses were destroyed, stores ravaged, the streets strewn with corpses. Even so, the family’s reputation was not for nothing. Those present in the town put on a valiant fight, and prevailed. All things considered, it could have been much worse than it had been.
And yet…
And yet, Sol’s mother had died protecting her.
That day, Solveig’s world as she knew it came crashing down. To this day, she still has nightmares. Of the screams. The scent of iron. The warm crimson lifeblood spilled, the reign of chaos and destruction.
It was a horrific, terrifying event, and it made a mark on Sol’s very soul. Yet, as deathly frightened as she’d been, she determined that she’d never let anything like that happen again.
And so, Solveig trained. She convinced her father, begged her uncle, roped in her cousin, hounded soldiers and guards, and finally received official tutoring. After her mother’s death, Cináed became emotionally distant and harsh, his words often cutting, his spartan training unyielding. Even as their spars left her beyond exhausted, at times even injured, Sol appreciated the lessons with her father the most, and has eagerly emulated his combat style.
The type of grimoire she received was slightly odd, as it pertained to a fantastical creature, yet it was fire-based magic, a trademark of the father’s side of her family.
Applying for the Magic Knight Entrance Exams now that she can is the most obvious, natural thing in the world for Solveig to do.
@SilverPawThe one change I'd like you to make is that, for her magic, I think we should specifically call it Fire Dragon Magic or something along those lines. There are instances in Black Clover of different "types" of Dragons (for instance the "sea god" Leviathan is obviously a water dragon). So leaving it as "Draconic Magic" is a little too open ended for my tastes. Other than that, unless there are other things you'd like to ask about, Solveig is accepted!
Based on the ages you gave, the demon attack that killed her mother would've taken place roughly 11 years ago. 3 of my current Captain NPCs would've been active, though not Captains, at that time, and you say that are father is currently a knight to the present day. Do you have any preferences on which Knight Squadron would've defeated the demon (it could've been a joint effort between multiple knight groups if you'd like), or which squad her father is still part of?
Yeah, fair enough, I can specify the magic name no problem (did not realize Black Clover did actually have dragons lol).
If Crimson Lion is still led by the fire magic royals, then I'd say her father would be a part of that. I don't have a preference on which squad(s) took out the demon though.
Ended up picking an entirely different FC (because ofc I had to find something newer and shinier), but kept the fire dragon magic thing, just for flavour's sake. The only spell I'm unsure about is the second one cause I'm not sure if there is such a thing as ambient mana.
Solveig von Brandt
| 16 | 170 cm & 60 kg | she/her |
"Improve, day by day, month by month, year by year. The only one you need to overcome…is yourself."PERSONALITY: | Driven | Inspiring | Conventional | One-track | Competitive | Spirited | | Solveig enjoys training, both physical and magical. Though she claims all she wishes is to become the best version of herself, she is a feisty opponent who enjoys contests and is given to rivalries. Even deeper runs her desire to protect, however, a past tragedy of loss haunting her. Despite that – maybe because of it – she is kind, supportive, and optimistic. In casual situations, she is usually sporting a warm, kindly smile. Yet, her ferocious manner of fighting belies any notions of her being easy going. |
MAGIC: | Ignis Draconis Magia[Fire Dragon's Magic]: Calling upon powers of the legendary fantastical creature, the user can conjure and manipulate flames, self-enhance their abilities, and use transformation magic (i.e. shapeshifting). A derivative of fire magic which offers more versatility, but is difficult to master. |
SPELLS:
Dragon’s Breath – Offense – By focusing mana in her chest and mouth and exhaling, Sol conjures a gust of flame. She may control its form, e.g. spread it over a larger conical area, or concentrate it into a narrower, more densely packed stream of fire.
Flammea Fluenta [Flaming Currents] – Utility/Offense – Sol ignites small bits of mana, producing licks of flame curling around her person. These grow by feeding on stray discharges of mana in the environment. Once substantial enough, Solveig can unleash them at a target, whether in several smaller streams or in one larger torrent.
Draconis Laminae [Dragon Scales] – Defense – Sol forms a layer of protective aura around her body (or a part of it). Visually, it appears as if she is covered by nearly transparent, bright-hued, shimmery dragon scales. This spell increases her resistance to magical attacks.
ABILITIES & SKILLS:
Magic Finesse – While her mana reserves are considered ‘average’ by noble standards, Sol has an excellent control over her magic. She is an exceptionally efficient mana caster; she knows how to use what she has to great effect.
Combat – Since a young age, Solveig was trained in the arts of melee, specializing in swordsmanship. She’s passable in hand-to-hand, but it’s more so a supplement or a worse-case scenario fallback. While she’s not faced off against an actual enemy, she’s been in several tournaments, and her spars always pushed her limits.
Sharp Senses – Her father’s paranoia ensured that she knows how to notice signs of danger before it is too late. Her powers of observation and general awareness are literally life-saving. Her reflexes are top-notch. She also has a good sense of orientation and balance.
GOALS & FEARS: | Solveig’s goal is to become one of the greatest Magic Knights, because she wishes to protect her home and her loved ones. She wishes to inherit the lands her father rules over, and to prove to him that she is capable of not only surviving but thriving. She strives to eliminate Devils and Devil Cults. She will not abide any who wish her family ill. | | Sol has already lost her mother. More so than not being able to prove herself to her father, she fears losing him. Solveig is also afraid that if she becomes too badly injured – or worse, dies – she will be leaving him behind, all alone. She knows it would break him. She still has traumatic memories of the demon which had attacked her home. | .............................................................................
Solveig was born on the very southern tip of the noble realm, with the von Brandt family overseeing a small territory which extends into the common realm. While theirs is perhaps not as historied a legacy as the more central nobles, nor as rich, the von Brandts have established themselves as a respectable militaristic family, and have held some renown since about two centuries ago. A relatively recent lord – Solveig’s grand-grandfather – had met with success in mercantile business, as he’d established a reliable transportation and mercenary network.
However, with the ups came the lows. Outbreaks of rebellion, strife, banditry, and the rise of Devil worshipping made for a busy time. Whether hired by commoners or nobles, or ordered on missions by the crown, the von Brandts answered the call to duty. On the one hand, this gave the family a chance to earn more fame. On the other, it exposed them to retaliatory attacks, assassinations, and made their family members prone to a shorter life span.
When Solveig was born, her family was doing well, but with their numbers in a slight decline. Her paternal grandparents had taken over the business side of the family, having retired from the military. Her maternal grandparents were both commoners; her grandmother a retired adventurer who’d explored many a dungeon, and her grandfather a master jeweler.
Her father Cináed had earned glory as one of the best duelists in his youth, and operates as a Magic Knight to this day. Sol has always admired him, though she didn’t see him much, as he was often away for work. In contrast, her mother Belinda, had taken an extended break from her Magic Knight duties to look after her. Many of the stauncher nobles had criticized her father for having married a commoner. These same people denounced Bel’s decision to focus on rearing her daughter. Her parents never paid mind to the stigma, however, and Sol wasn’t affected by these tensions in her younger years.
If only those carefree, loving, blissful years had lasted.
When Solveig was but 5 years of age, disaster struck. A Demon Cult targeted her family and her town at a time when both her father and uncle, the most powerful of the living von Brandts, were too far away to do anything about it. Houses were destroyed, stores ravaged, the streets strewn with corpses. Even so, the family’s reputation was not for nothing. Those present in the town put on a valiant fight, and prevailed. All things considered, it could have been much worse than it had been.
And yet…
And yet, Sol’s mother had died protecting her.
That day, Solveig’s world as she knew it came crashing down. To this day, she still has nightmares. Of the screams. The scent of iron. The warm crimson lifeblood spilled, the reign of chaos and destruction.
It was a horrific, terrifying event, and it made a mark on Sol’s very soul. Yet, as deathly frightened as she’d been, she determined that she’d never let anything like that happen again.
And so, Solveig trained. She convinced her father, begged her uncle, roped in her cousin, hounded soldiers and guards, and finally received official tutoring. After her mother’s death, Cináed became emotionally distant and harsh, his words often cutting, his spartan training unyielding. Even as their spars left her beyond exhausted, at times even injured, Sol appreciated the lessons with her father the most, and has eagerly emulated his combat style.
The type of grimoire she received was slightly odd, as it pertained to a fantastical creature, yet it was fire-based magic, a trademark of the father’s side of her family.
Applying for the Magic Knight Entrance Exams now that she can is the most obvious, natural thing in the world for Solveig to do.
I only know Black Clover by its reputation (loud obnoxious kid) - though you did inspire me to give the manga a go. Thinking of fire elemental magic, specifically draconic magic. I'd say the basis would mainly be creating and manipulating flames, but I'm thinking there'd be some self-enhancing spells down the line too, if that's fine. (Read: I have FCs which are humans with horns/slitted eye I'd like to make use of if possible lol.)
“It’s Sora,” he reiterated with a smile. No one but him had been in the head space for introductions before. Now he knew that Tiny was Sephily, Blonde was Bianca, and Ryu was Sylva.
The group packed what they could, stuffing food in cloth sacks, and filling leather waterskins with water. With how laden they were with supplies; it was good that fighting wouldn’t be on the agenda in the near future.
Or would it?
They all agreed on Sephily’s suggestion for the formation, proceeding outside. The main road was straightforward; no labyrinthine twists and turns to confuse them. Even if such paths had existed, many had been barricaded.
Most of the buildings were weirdly charred. Did someone try to stem the epidemic by burning down the city?
Possible.
If there could be future burnings again…They really did need to leave quickly.
But, first things first. They came across a smithy. There was also what looked like another inn nearby, but the choice of which of the two still standing buildings to explore was clear.
Bianca did her thing. She opened the doors.
A group of zombies emerged.
Bianca and Sylva were both ready to attack. Sora withdrew his dagger too, but something gave him pause.
The bell was still ringing.
Sure, the zombies were focusing on the recently opened door right now, but…if no other noise followed, would they decide to follow the bell?
Sora wanted to try that out. Quietly, he tapped Sylva and Bianca. “Let’s move back a bit, see if the bell distracts them,” he whispered.
Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, fighting inside the crowded smithy seemed like a terrible idea. At the very least, he figured this way the zombies would follow them outside. If they were exceedingly lucky, they might not even have to fight.
But if they did, he knew at least three out of four in their party were ready to strike.
And this time, he’d be aiming to cut off their heads.
The offer to hug Tiny had been weird, he had to agree. “No, it’s just that…” Sora looked down, a somberly sorrowful expression setting in. “You reminded me of my sister,” he said quietly.
There was that word again. Setting. “Maybe,” he sighed, lacking the energy to continue the argument. He still believed their best bet was getting actual information rather than making guesses.
Getting out of the city sounded good to him, assuming the zombie epidemic was contained to this one area. “There’s actually some water barrels in the kitchen. We just need to find something to carry it in,” he let her know.
The dragon-man emerged from the cellar and revealed that he’d found a journal, letting each interested party take a look. “This almost sounds like it was a planned attack or something,” Sora frowned. Meanwhile, the hammer-lady hollered about there being booze. The elf scratched at his head awkwardly, and didn’t comment.
“Let’s try finding bags or backpacks, and get ready for travel,” he suggested.
Just then, a bell tolled in the distance, and the zombies outside began following the sound. “That’s convenient.” Almost suspiciously so, but Sora preferred to see it as a positive. “Did someone sound the bell, or is it automatic?” he wondered.
Either way, he searched around the inn for something to carry stuff in, then got into the cellar to quickly stash useful goodies into it. “Let’s hurry up,” he urged the others. If they wanted to go out today, right now was the best time to do it.
They spent a good hour at the markets, browsing the wares, bartering the prices of the things they wished to purchase, and finally buying it all and gearing up. At the end of it, they’d spent nearly all the group’s gold, with only Theo, Ezra, and Maris benefiting with new armor and weapons. Theodore as well as his followers considered it a good long-term investment, however. The dhampir didn’t imagine they’d need to make such huge shopping trips in the near future.
The doctor had coaxed them all into buying a bit of medicine with their last gold. “You need to get patched up if you’re planning to descend into the Abyss again,” he claimed.
“Do we?” Theodore pointed at his wounds which had scabbed when he’d used his miracle the previous day.
“Listen here,” the doctor frowned at him, one of his rare moments of assertion. Well, if only when it came to his expertise, he was usually like that. “There are still bits that are bloody, and if this comes off, it’ll just bleed again. I bet you’re low on iron too, so—Let me get that medicine.”
And that’s when the doctor did his buying, surprisingly managing to get them some medicine he claimed was good for its price. The three adventurer aspirants had their wounds rubbed with strange oils, got the wounded areas bandaged, and were made to drink some very…very strange concoction.
There were a few bits and pieces the dhampir had in mind. As they traversed the markets, he and the group were on the lookout for anything they could scrounge up.
Merchants, carriers, and adventurers would at times leave empty crates lying around. Here and there, they found empty flasks – filthy, but reusable if washed. They unearthed two strips of leather just long enough to work as a sling. If they needed something more long-ranged than his spear, it’d be an option. Arnfinn collected a fistful of rocks that’d be good for throwing, eagerly presenting them to Theo, who stashed them all.
Finding a well, they thoroughly washed the flasks, using some borrowed soap to get the job done. As they proceeded through town, they’d catch any stray rats to ‘juice’, proceeding to fill the flasks with animal blood.
And so, they explored the adventurer’s district. “You three haven’t shown me where you’d found work yet. Is it any good? Feels like you’ll improve your skills there?” As they took a walk around the district, Theodore was keen to find any establishments, people, or other opportunities that’d offer training of some sort. He wasn’t entirely certain if only going to the Abyss was the best way to improve their combat abilities, or if lessons outside of that from a learned mentor would speed up the process. He also knew Sana and Jaxon both were eager to progress in their respective crafts too.
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