Ruina is the goddess of destruction, but unlike what would expect she isn't a force of chaos that seeks to bring ruin to everything and everyone. Instead she seeks to ensure that the creations of other gods and goddesses do not fall into soft and sorry states. What good is a garden that produces nothing? Of what use is an army that fights no battles? It is here that Ruina's purpose lies. Ruina serves as a sort of "filter" for the creations of other gods. If they couldn't stand up to her, how could they stand up to someone that was much more cruel than she?
Though others will likely curse her name, Ruina believes her existence to be a boon to their designs. After all, the minor inconvenience that she inflicts will be nothing compared to the wrath of the Monarch of All should they be found wanting.
Persona Ruina is surprisingly quite polite in most instances despite her status as the goddess of destruction. She's additionally quite courteous to those who are polite in return, and only grows cold and distant when people initiate hostilities towards her. When it comes to her role as a goddess of destruction she doesn't really take an excess of joy from destroying things. To her, it's just a job. An important job since it is something key to ensuring that the Monarch of All is happy, but a job regardless. So even if she's going to destroy things she'll be quite polite about it. However when she's in the process of subjugating something to one of her tests then she will certainly go "all in" and will withhold nothing, as is required of someone who tests things. But when she's not doing her job and stress testing the creations of others she likes to relax and explore. When she isn't preparing for a test or carrying one out one can frequently find her resting off the stresses and injuries sustained in one of her tests, or otherwise just venturing around and exploring, seeking out the next in an infinite list of things that need judging or complementing. This makes her appearance somewhat of an enigma to the more mortal races. Will she complement what they've done or turn and leave in silence, tolling the coming of a hail of death and pain?
Base form Ruina's base form is surprisingly similar to her true form. What most people notice first is that she stands at a hugely impressive eight feet tall as standard, though she is capable of changing it on a whim. Her "minimum" seems to be about six feet tall, and her "maximum" seems to be about twelve feet tall. Aside from that her physical form is quite robust in appearance. Her overall body shape is well muscled and quite atheltic, and this is complemented by an ample and well defined hourglass figure. To say that Ruina adheres to some of the usual definitions of beauty is quite accurate.
Ruina's face, however, stands apart from this. Extending from her lip across her right cheek is a set of scars from some unknown incident. They don't seem to bother her much, but in moments of deep contemplation she seems to touch at them. Aside from that, Ruina's eyes are a strange seafoam-ish green and possess a pair of slit pupils like a snake. Around each iris is a pink limbal ring that adds to the oddity that is her eyes.
Ruina's hair is as white as snow, and it's kept woven into a tight ponytail to keep it manageable. The ponytail reaches just beneath her shoulderblades in length. Strangely her hair and eyebrows do not match in color, though this could be due to anything. Aside from the scarring, Ruina's face is quite refined and almost regal looking.
Finally, one of the most striking features about Ruina is that she appears to wear an organic suit of sorts, though in truth this suit is as much of an extension of herself as anything else. Made up of what appears to be some sort of organic tissue the suit moves and reacts as if it is a living being. Though Ruina assures everyone that it is living no longer. In keeping with this organic theme the suit it maintains the appearance of having bony plates, what could be either teeth or claws, and powerful muscles beneath it all. This suit clings tightly to her form, and Ruina can modify how it looks at will. This includes shaping it into weapons if needed, though everything will need to be attached in some way.
In its general default state the suit covers most of her body, leaving her head and a generous amount of keyhole cleavage exposed. The suit also covers her hands and feet, much like a full diving suit. As a default the suit leaves her hands and feet with a set of sharp claws and talons, allowing her to climb nearly anything as she wishes. In addition to this the suit provides her with a powerful tail that both augments her balance and provides her with many creative ways of attacking someone or something. The suit is also capable of hardening itself to shield from blows, though this is largely a cosmetic thing due to Ruina's divine protection.
Overall, the suit is a useful tool for Ruina in spite of the fact that she doesn't really require it. Something quite intriguing is that Ruina seems to be willing to manipulate and change her regular form beyond the limits that have been previously detailed, though she doesn't really talk about it too much.
Ruina's voice in this form is also quite gentle and kind, a startling surprise for one who holds the appearance of someone that is ready for combat at all times.
True Form Ruina's true form cranks things up to 11. Allowing the suit to expand across her head, Ruina's beautiful if flawed face is replaced by a horrifying visage of lipless teeth and stiff bony plates. In place of her eyes she has a single oval-shaped amber plate that serves the same purpose. The suit's keyhole cleavage expands itself a bit to allow the material to reinforce the exterior outline of Ruina's form, sacrificing a small amount of stabbing protection to allow for better protection against broad swings. This is once again pointless as the suit is merely an extension of Ruina and doesn't provide any additional defense, but the reaction is one that Ruina seems to have happen instinctively.
Moving on, the suit's arms, legs, and tail bulk up with some additional plates. Beyond this, Ruina's form seems to bulk up as well, becoming less of an athletic form and more of a bodybuilder type form, though she is still recognizably feminine. One could even say that those traits are enhanced too in order to avoid having them be lost beneath the more terrifying visage. Ruina's claws thicken and enhance themselves, becoming capable of rending nearly anything with ease. Interestingly, Ruina's feet seem to harden into what could be best described as something similar to hooves. In spite of the loss of her talons Ruina retains her ability to climb whatever she wishes and instead just walks on whatever surface she seeks to ascend instead of even pretending to follow the rules of gravity and friction.
Finally, Ruina's height is additionally enhanced. Where she could reach a maximum of twelve feet tall in her regular form, twelve feet tall seems to be her standard height in this form. In addition to that she could boost her height to a staggering fifteen feet tall if she wanted to. In addition to the changes in her physical appearance, Ruina's voice drops its gentle and kind tone and instead adopts a raspy and grating one. Along with this she's quite capable of producing some ear-bleeding inducing shrieks and will use them to announce the coming of one of her dreaded tests.
Origin
Unlike most other gods, who came into being without much issue, Ruina's birth was a complicated affair. What is one today was originally two. Ruina had a twin, but that twin was twisted and malformed, and clung to Ruina with greed and spite in its heart. Clawing at Ruina's shaping form, it attempted to steal some of her divinity for itself, scarring her in the process. With the small spark that it gathered it began to shape itself into a goddess of monsters, eager to use its wrath at its malformed birth to bring ruin to the world. But Ruina awoke while only partially formed. Using her granted divinity over destruction, Ruina obliterated the consciousness of her misbehaving twin. Wrapping herself in the now empty shell of what could've been her sister, Ruina felt the self-imposed designs of the twin push themselves onto her and was wracked with pain as her form reshaped itself in order to reclaim the lost spark of divinity.
This is where Ruina's suit comes from and why she keeps it tightly bound to her. She could potentially remove it at this point as the stolen spark of divinity has long since been fully re-integrated into her being, but the suit would likely be almost impossible to destroy. Not to mention that leaving the husk of an almost-goddess somewhere feels risky. Thus, she keeps it on. Not only to keep herself safe, but also to ensure that it doesn't fall into hands that would want to use it for some nefarious purpose.
Ruina is the goddess of destruction, but unlike what would expect she isn't a force of chaos that seeks to bring ruin to everything and everyone. Instead she seeks to ensure that the creations of other gods and goddesses do not fall into soft and sorry states. What good is a garden that produces nothing? Of what use is an army that fights no battles? It is here that Ruina's purpose lies. Ruina serves as a sort of "filter" for the creations of other gods. If they couldn't stand up to her, how could they stand up to someone that was much more cruel than she?
Though others will likely curse her name, Ruina believes her existence to be a boon to their designs. After all, the minor inconvenience that she inflicts will be nothing compared to the wrath of the Monarch of All should they be found wanting.
Persona Ruina is surprisingly quite polite in most instances despite her status as the goddess of destruction. She's additionally quite courteous to those who are polite in return, and only grows cold and distant when people initiate hostilities towards her. When it comes to her role as a goddess of destruction she doesn't really take an excess of joy from destroying things. To her, it's just a job. An important job since it is something key to ensuring that the Monarch of All is happy, but a job regardless. So even if she's going to destroy things she'll be quite polite about it. However when she's in the process of subjugating something to one of her tests then she will certainly go "all in" and will withhold nothing, as is required of someone who tests things. But when she's not doing her job and stress testing the creations of others she likes to relax and explore. When she isn't preparing for a test or carrying one out one can frequently find her resting off the stresses and injuries sustained in one of her tests, or otherwise just venturing around and exploring, seeking out the next in an infinite list of things that need judging or complementing. This makes her appearance somewhat of an enigma to the more mortal races. Will she complement what they've done or turn and leave in silence, tolling the coming of a hail of death and pain?
Base form Ruina's base form is surprisingly similar to her true form. What most people notice first is that she stands at a hugely impressive eight feet tall as standard, though she is capable of changing it on a whim. Her "minimum" seems to be about six feet tall, and her "maximum" seems to be about twelve feet tall. Aside from that her physical form is quite robust in appearance. Her overall body shape is well muscled and quite atheltic, and this is complemented by an ample and well defined hourglass figure. To say that Ruina adheres to some of the usual definitions of beauty is quite accurate.
Ruina's face, however, stands apart from this. Extending from her lip across her right cheek is a set of scars from some unknown incident. They don't seem to bother her much, but in moments of deep contemplation she seems to touch at them. Aside from that, Ruina's eyes are a strange seafoam-ish green and possess a pair of slit pupils like a snake. Around each iris is a pink limbal ring that adds to the oddity that is her eyes.
Ruina's hair is as white as snow, and it's kept woven into a tight ponytail to keep it manageable. The ponytail reaches just beneath her shoulderblades in length. Strangely her hair and eyebrows do not match in color, though this could be due to anything. Aside from the scarring, Ruina's face is quite refined and almost regal looking.
Finally, one of the most striking features about Ruina is that she appears to wear an organic suit of sorts, though in truth this suit is as much of an extension of herself as anything else. Made up of what appears to be some sort of organic tissue the suit moves and reacts as if it is a living being. Though Ruina assures everyone that it is living no longer. In keeping with this organic theme the suit it maintains the appearance of having bony plates, what could be either teeth or claws, and powerful muscles beneath it all. This suit clings tightly to her form, and Ruina can modify how it looks at will. This includes shaping it into weapons if needed, though everything will need to be attached in some way.
In its general default state the suit covers most of her body, leaving her head and a generous amount of keyhole cleavage exposed. The suit also covers her hands and feet, much like a full diving suit. As a default the suit leaves her hands and feet with a set of sharp claws and talons, allowing her to climb nearly anything as she wishes. In addition to this the suit provides her with a powerful tail that both augments her balance and provides her with many creative ways of attacking someone or something. The suit is also capable of hardening itself to shield from blows, though this is largely a cosmetic thing due to Ruina's divine protection.
Overall, the suit is a useful tool for Ruina in spite of the fact that she doesn't really require it. Something quite intriguing is that Ruina seems to be willing to manipulate and change her regular form beyond the limits that have been previously detailed, though she doesn't really talk about it too much.
Ruina's voice in this form is also quite gentle and kind, a startling surprise for one who holds the appearance of someone that is ready for combat at all times.
True Form Ruina's true form cranks things up to 11. Allowing the suit to expand across her head, Ruina's beautiful if flawed face is replaced by a horrifying visage of lipless teeth and stiff bony plates. In place of her eyes she has a single oval-shaped amber plate that serves the same purpose. The suit's keyhole cleavage expands itself a bit to allow the material to reinforce the exterior outline of Ruina's form, sacrificing a small amount of stabbing protection to allow for better protection against broad swings. This is once again pointless as the suit is merely an extension of Ruina and doesn't provide any additional defense, but the reaction is one that Ruina seems to have happen instinctively.
Moving on, the suit's arms, legs, and tail bulk up with some additional plates. Beyond this, Ruina's form seems to bulk up as well, becoming less of an athletic form and more of a bodybuilder type form, though she is still recognizably feminine. One could even say that those traits are enhanced too in order to avoid having them be lost beneath the more terrifying visage. Ruina's claws thicken and enhance themselves, becoming capable of rending nearly anything with ease. Interestingly, Ruina's feet seem to harden into what could be best described as something similar to hooves. In spite of the loss of her talons Ruina retains her ability to climb whatever she wishes and instead just walks on whatever surface she seeks to ascend instead of even pretending to follow the rules of gravity and friction.
Finally, Ruina's height is additionally enhanced. Where she could reach a maximum of twelve feet tall in her regular form, twelve feet tall seems to be her standard height in this form. In addition to that she could boost her height to a staggering fifteen feet tall if she wanted to. In addition to the changes in her physical appearance, Ruina's voice drops its gentle and kind tone and instead adopts a raspy and grating one. Along with this she's quite capable of producing some ear-bleeding inducing shrieks and will use them to announce the coming of one of her dreaded tests.
Origin
Unlike most other gods, who came into being without much issue, Ruina's birth was a complicated affair. What is one today was originally two. Ruina had a twin, but that twin was twisted and malformed, and clung to Ruina with greed and spite in its heart. Clawing at Ruina's shaping form, it attempted to steal some of her divinity for itself, scarring her in the process. With the small spark that it gathered it began to shape itself into a goddess of monsters, eager to use its wrath at its malformed birth to bring ruin to the world. But Ruina awoke while only partially formed. Using her granted divinity over destruction, Ruina obliterated the consciousness of her misbehaving twin. Wrapping herself in the now empty shell of what could've been her sister, Ruina felt the self-imposed designs of the twin push themselves onto her and was wracked with pain as her form reshaped itself in order to reclaim the lost spark of divinity.
This is where Ruina's suit comes from and why she keeps it tightly bound to her. She could potentially remove it at this point as the stolen spark of divinity has long since been fully re-integrated into her being, but the suit would likely be almost impossible to destroy. Not to mention that leaving the husk of an almost-goddess somewhere feels risky. Thus, she keeps it on. Not only to keep herself safe, but also to ensure that it doesn't fall into hands that would want to use it for some nefarious purpose.
Nashandra Taltamalo. "Nash" is a common shortening.
✖ ‖ T i t l e s / N i c k n a m e s
The Cold Queen. Bearer of The Curse. Keeper of the Frozen Domain.
✖ ‖ A g e / B i r t h d a y
27, December 13.
✖ ‖ G e n d e r
Female.
✖ ‖ B o d y T y p e
Nashandra is a person of both striking beauty and terrifying conclusions. The first thing that most people notice is that she stands at an enormous eight and a half feet tall, and might not even be done growing just yet if her suspicions are correct. This renders a great deal of things challenging, such as moving about through buildings or using most doors. Interestingly things like guild halls are quite comfortable due to their wide open space. In addition to this abnormal height Nashandra possesses a number of less-than-human traits that frequently put people on their guard. These include a collection of short horns growing upon her forehead, and a "collar" of scales around her neck as well as bands of scales around her forearms. Her teeth are also a bit sharper and hardier than most, with a pair of pronounced fangs being the most notable distinction. Her hands and feet also possess talons in place of regular nails, and they're sturdy enough to climb and attack with if needed. Then, most notably, is a tail. Roughly four feet long and covered in a thick layer of snowy-white hair. Nashandra does possess some amount of control over it and primarily uses it for balance. If it were to be cut off, it would grow back in about a month. Beyond this Nashandra has quite the respectable hourglass figure, and possesses a generous bust that is frequently made to appear much smaller than it is due to her dress.
Nashandra's eyes are slightly more human, though not by much. They're green in color and she is in possession of slit pupils, much like a snake. Nashandra's hair is snowy white, much like her tail, and she maintains a rough shoulder length haircut that is kept out of her face by the horns growing from her forehead. Beyond that Nashandra wears a fluffy white dress that at first glance appears to be similar to the hair covering her tail, though she assures everyone that it was merely made in a similar fashion and isn't a part of her. Still, you'd never know since she is very rarely seen wearing anything else. The dress is quite thick, and is presumably quite heavy. Despite this Nashandra seems unhindered by the garment.
✖ ‖ G u i l d
Sapphire Falcon
✖ ‖ O r i g i n a l G u i l d
Falcon Flight
✖ ‖ G u i l d M a r k L o c a t i o n
Nashandra's guild mark is on the palm of her left hand.
✖ ‖ F a m i l y
None living. Mother and Father have been deceased for years.
✖ ‖ M a g e R a n k
S rank.
✖ ‖ P e r s o n a l i t y
Nashandra's personality is best described as cold, distant, and she doesn't seem to say much, though it's not entirely because she has a desire to be rude. Most of the time her mental energy is devoted towards warding off the effects of her scythe, and as such she doesn't really have a whole lot of mental capacity left over to devote to being a social butterfly. That being said, Nashandra is a loyal friend and most often can be relied upon to listen to someone speak, even if she doesn't always reply.
✖ ‖ L i k e s
✖ - Learning things that would help her on her quest. ✖ - Slaying evil demons. ✖ - Keeping people away from her scythe. ✖ - Resisting the influence of her scythe.
✖ ‖ D i s l i k e s
✖ - Succumbing to the wants of her scythe. ✖ - Losing track of her scythe. ✖ - Having others try and touch her scythe. ✖ - The presence of demons.
✖ ‖ B i o g r a p h y
Nashandra's birth was fairly normal without much in the way of fanfare, but the events surrounding her birth were quite something. She was born into a group of people dedicated to guarding a Living Magic weapon. Born from rites performed by demons seeking to imitate Zeref's creations the weapon that they ended up creating was imperfect in that unlike many living magic creations it couldn't take on another form. Unfortunately this didn't flaw didn't detract from the power that the weapon came to possess. Indeed, it gained something that could perhaps be considered worse: Instead of assuming a humanoid form to see its will done the weapon would force its will upon the wielder, causing them to bring death and ruin as it saw fit.
Immune to their own creation as they already sought to do naught but destroy, the demons involved with the ritual gathered their forces and began to terrorize the surrounding area with their newly created weapon. Unable to stand idly by as their homes were destroyed the mages in the area joined forces to resist forming a group known only as The Guard. After a desperate struggle, the threat was contained and the weapon taken from the demons. Now they had a new dilemma: The weapon could not be destroyed by normal means, nor wielded against its creators. Merely sundering it would unleash its power upon the surrounding area, destroying far more than the demons ever had, and attempting to wield it would eventually cause the wielder to turn against their allies. Not to mention that it was built for the large forms of demons, not the much smaller forms of humans. It was eventually observed that it could possibly be unmade, its power dissolved back into the natural flow of ethernano from whence it came, but none of the people involved knew how to do this properly.
Resolving to guard the weapon until the knowledge to destroy it was learned, a temple was built to hide it somewhere within the land of Sin and the group moved to being known as The Temple Guard. This is where Nashandra's life begins. Her parents were stalwart defenders of the weapon, and as such Nashandra's future was decided before she was born. One of the first children to be born after the weapon had been captured, Nashandra spent much of her early life learning of its history and learning how to fight, her magical ability manifested as a form of ice make, enabling her to control the ambient temperature or create a blizzard to hide herself in. Not particularly powerful, but useful enough in battle. Once she turned 18, Nashandra was officially inducted into The Temple Guard. Two years passed without meaningful event, and Nashandra's life grew routine and boring. Training, drills, surprise drills, and fake attacks were done to keep everyone on their guard and test for flaws and weaknesses in defense plans, but nothing seemed to come.
Until one day an attack proved to not be fake.
The temple forces were decimated with impunity. As much as they had prepared and planned, there was no matching the strength of actual demons. However, despite their losses, The Temple Guard were able to drive the demons back. Nashandra's parents had fallen in the attack, and she herself was wounded. It was here that Nashandra learned that she harbored a secret.
Nashandra's parents, having previously been wounded in the campaign to secure the scythe in the first place, carried some demon genes due to their wounds allowing for demon blood to intermingle with their bodies. They had passed these genes onto Nashandra though they had been rendered dormant from being rejected by her parents immune systems and the rather ineffective method of transmission. But now Nashandra had picked up a fresh set of these genes from the latest attack through her own wounds, and the set already slumbering within her became active. Nashandra came to realize that her magic had been so subpar because it had never fully manifested. It was now that she was learned that her magic was similar to that of Satan Soul, requiring her to assume her "true" form before it could be used in full. Unfortunately for Nashandra, that true form was about to emerge. Overnight, Nashandra underwent a dramatic and painful transformation. Her form twisted and contorted beyond what a human should rightfully be, though she was spared a full transformation into a demon. Once this change was done, Nashandra knew that she could never go back. Neither fully human nor fully demon anymore, Nashandra was devastated.
The Temple Guard were hesitant to allow her to rejoin their normal ranks. What if her changed biology meant a change in sides as well? Unable to change their minds, Nashandra took on a more supporting role. She managed the library and helped out with manual labor. Five years passed before the demons came again. And it was here that Nashandra's life changed again. The Temple Guard were once more hammered, and Nashandra couldn't resist the idea of helping in some way. Unfortunately, due to how large she had become from her transformation and the further growth that had followed there wasn't a weapon that Nashandra could take up to help in the defense.
... Or was there?
Stealing into the keep, Nashandra came face to face with the weapon they had been guarding. Covered in seals and chained in place, a last inconvenience for whoever might take it, Nashandra hesitated with what she was about to do. She was large enough to wield the weapon effectively, but she knew that there would be no going back once she did. Hearing a door get thrown open behind her, Nashandra resolved to help in whatever way she could, and she needed something to help with...
The temperature in the temple dropped rapidly, and then beyond that a blizzard of tiny ice shards began to swirl throughout the temple's halls, obscuring the vision of everyone within. Then screams began to come from the demons as the weapon they sought for so long was turned against them. A cruel scythe carved through their ranks with impunity, and in less than an hour the demons offense was broken. As the demons fled, the blizzards faded and the temperature began to climb back to normal. The survivors began to gather in the keep to count losses and regroup, but upon arriving there they found Nashandra, holding the weapon they were all forbidden to touch.
At first, anger and outrage boiled. But then they noticed the slain demons filling the room, and slowly the realization dawned upon them that Nashandra had been the one to break the siege, and their anger turned to thanks. Their lives saved, but Nashandra had unfortunate news to deliver. She'd seen this happen too many times, and she knew that the next time it happened they would most likely not be able to survive. Of the fifty that had been alive this morning, only twelve remained, including Nashandra. It was thus that Nashandra said that she alone would be taking on the burden of guarding this weapon, and would be leaving.
The thanks of The Temple Guard quickly turned to protest, who was she to rob them of their duty? Nashandra answered this simply: Due to her half-demon status, the weapon didn't have total sway over her. She could resist it, and if she could resist it, she could use it against its creators. And then on top of that she could bring the weapon to those well versed in both demons and their magic and see if there was anything that could be done to destroy it. With reluctance, they agreed.
Packing what little things she had, Nashandra left. Two years were spent traveling, until she came to the halls of Falcon Flight. After about a year there, she set out on a job to investigate strange magical activity nearby, though this turned out to be a trap laid by Hydra's Tongue. Holding her own against an ambush, Nashandra rushed back to town, but was too late to contribute meaningfully.
She's taken the merger in stride, having not been one to form strong rivalries with others.
✖ ‖ M a g i c
Satan Soul - Queen of Ice.
Nashandra's Satan Soul magic resulted in a permanent transformation into her partial demon form, or her "true" form depending on who you ask and how well you know her. Aside from that, she has an intense focus on temperature control and creating blizzards, which she uses in tandem to create favorable arenas to fight in. She's fairly proficient with it, though she does have the advantage of the spells being more instinctive than something learned.
Holder Magic - Scythe Of Woe.
The Scythe of Woe is the cursed scythe that Nashandra has spent her life protecting. It constantly attempts to sway her to bring ruin and destruction to everything around her. Fortunately, her status as being a half-demon allows her to resist the constant corrupting force, though for how long is yet to be determined. Nashandra is quite effective with it, as the Scythe constantly informs her of how best to use it along with its constant urging to bring ruin and destruction.
✖ ‖ S p e l l s
Satan Soul - Queen of Ice.
Frozen Domain - Nashandra's signature spell. Frozen Domain creates a localized blizzard and drops the surrounding temperature sharply. While she's within the blizzard Nashandra is basically impossible to see unless she's right on top of someone, and even then it can be difficult to fully understand that it's her before it's too late. Of course, Nashandra can still see and function perfectly fine in her own blizzards. This magic also has the benefit of rendering Nashandra immune to the effects of extreme heat and extreme cold.
How large the blizzard is depends on the location where it's cast. If it's in an environment that's already cold she can create blizzards that have a radius of several meters with ease. If it's in an environment that's hot, creating a blizzard with a radius of a meter or two meters might be a challenge. Indoors is another story, and depending on how much ethernano she's willing to spend she could drop the temperature of a large building and fill all of its halls with blizzards if she saw fit due to the fact that it's easier to chill an enclosed area.
Holder Magic - Scythe of Woe.
Passive - Empowering: A passive ability of the scythe, it boosts the physical prowess of whoever wields it. In a demon's hands, this turns them into a nearly unstoppable destructive force. In Nashandra's hands, it placed her well above most, though someone specialized in a specific field will still outpace her. E.g. a dedicated sprinter will be faster than her, a dedicated lifter can lift more than her, but Nashandra can both sprint fast and lift a lot, even if it's lesser than the specialists.
Activated - Beyond the mortal coil: When charged with ethernano, the scythe shows its true terror. Instead of being something that can be blocked by things like shields, armor, or even walls, the blade of the scythe comes to only interact with flesh and bone. While it's active, the scythe's blade is capable of dealing damage directly to a person, regardless of what armor or defenses they have up. This is the primary reason why the demons want this scythe so badly, as without it humans have a fighting chance and don't just fall to pieces with each swing. While this is active, the blade glows a brilliant white color.
✖ ‖ T a l e n t s
Proficient in fighting with her scythe. Quite durable in combat. Immune to the effects of extreme temperatures. Incredibly mentally resilient.
✖ ‖ O d d i t i e s
Constantly mentally battling against her scythe. Quiet. Defensive regarding her scythe. Half-Demon. Her skin is always cold to the touch, and her breath fogs regardless of the temperature.
I'll place some interest in this. Though I do have a question: Will custom magic be allowed so long as it's within the general themes of Fairy Tail or otherwise builds off of ideas present in the canon, or is it going to be strict "If it's not on the canon then it's not allowed" deal?
Interacting with: Various @Opposition controlled characters.
The extraction had gone about as well as it could’ve. The initial swarm of people had tapered off into distinct pulses. There would be a surge, then people would get caught up with trying to find a new entrance once a fight broke out, creating a lull moment where the building emptied. Then another surge would signal the cycle beginning again. Taking advantage of one of the brief lull periods, Glory and Salt made their way free of the building. With Salt being dazed from his rough zipline ride Glory couldn’t make full use of her athleticism. What made matters worse is that her motorcycle was about a dozen miles away, sitting in the secure parking area of Knight Enterprise. It would’ve made getting away just that much easier, but there was no use crying over milk that got left at home.
Weaving through buildings and alleyways was working out pretty well. At least until Salt grabbed at Glory’s shoulder and told her that three signatures were present on a nearby ramp. In that instance, both of their earpieces buzzed with a new order. As if it had been planned all along.
”New directive for all Knight Enterprise forces: Arrest or incapacitate all aggressor parties. Command out.”
Glory and Salt looked at one another for a few moments before Glory let out a sigh and looked back to the ramp for a few moments before speaking softly. ”Well. Orders are orders. Can’t defy ‘em.” Looking back to Salt. Glory began to rapidly lay out a plan. ”Alright. Since you’re kinda roughed up I want you to camp out nearby. Watch my back and drip feed me what info you can with your visor. Alright? Don’t engage unless you feel up for it. Wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed.”
Salt could only nod a few times. He wanted to help, but she was right: It’d be too easy for him to get overwhelmed should combat get in his face. Adjusting his visor, Salt began to hunt for somewhere to hide and observe as Glory moved towards the ramp. Checking the chamber of her gun, Glory took a deep breath. Making her way over to one of the side walls of the ramp Glory peeked over and started assessing the situation: Three Reavers and a wall of thick smoke. Not good. They looked slightly roughed up already. Rationalizing that it was probably from the riots, Glory also figured that the thick smoke was their doing. Breathing it would probably be bad.
With little other information to glean and her window of action closing rapidly, Glory figured she might as well get on with it. Showtime. Moving to a low section of the side wall, Glory hoisted herself over with a good jump for momentum. She landed with a solid thud and dropped into a crouch to absorb the impact. As soon as her feet hit the ground on the other side she brought her gun up and shouted an order at the three Reavers. ”Knight Enterprise Police! Get down on your knees and put your hands in the air!”
That sent a shock through their spines. All three of the Reavers suddenly locked onto Glory. There was a little bit of hesitation when they saw that she was pointing a gun in their direction, but that changed when one of them was able to toss another of the clay devices at her. Glory’s vision snapped to it almost immediately, and instinct told her that the odds of shooting it out of the air in time were basically nil at this range. Thus, she did the only other thing she could do: Roll.
Pushing off her left foot Glory dodged to the right and rolled along the hot pavement briefly before bringing herself up into a crouch in one fluid motion. The device that had been thrown at her smacked into the ground right next to where she’d been just a few moments ago and began to fill the air with smoke. Whatever they were, they weren’t good.
Thankfully the Reavers seemed to be out of them, as they had begun to rapidly close the distance between them. One of them pulled a knife, another a pipe. Then the last one seemed to pull out a screwdriver. Glory fixated on that for a split second, reminded of what she had almost done so long ago. But the thud of foot on pavement broke the trance. Bringing her gun up once more, Glory pulled the trigger firmly. Thunder boomed as the .50 Action Express round left the barrel and shredded the leading knee of the knife wielding Reaver. A sickening crunch came as he put weight on it before the full impact of the shot hit him and he collapsed. It wasn’t pretty, but Glory couldn’t hesitate. Glory’s aim shifted to her next target: The Reaver with the screwdriver. Again her gun roared as she took another shot, but this one missed and impacted on the side wall across the street.
Mentally swearing, Glory pushed herself up from her crouching stance before adjusting her aim and taking another shot. This one didn’t miss, and the Reaver’s leading shin bone folded as he screamed before hitting the ground. The third reaver, however, was close enough now that he could swing his pipe and realistically make a threat. He was off by milmeters, but Glory instinctively pulled away from the threaded end of the pipe regardless.
The Reaver didn’t hesitate before swinging again, this time well within range to bring the pipe down right on her head if his swing connected. Thankfully, Glory managed to duck out of the way, and only felt the pipe glance off of her jacket. She didn’t have time to think about the fact that if she’d been a little to the left the pipe would have probably broken her shoulder. Pushing herself forward Glory pushed that shoulder into The Reaver’s chest and staggered him briefly. That brief stagger was then capitalized on as she hooked her foot behind his and pulled it forward, causing him to fall onto his back.
Leveling her gun at his chest, Glory glared down at the now defeated Reaver and issued a firm command. ”Don’t move.” The Reaver, out of viable options, sank into the ground and let the pipe go with a clatter.
Satisfied, Glory holstered her gun and got to work. Grabbing The Reaver’s wrist she pushed him over onto his stomach and began to cuff him. One pair of cuffs down, two more to go. At least until the revving sound of something being started got her attention. Glory’s vision snapped up and she drew her gun again. Instinct told her to reload, but she knew that she still had four shots left. It would probably be enough.
Scanning around the ramp, Glory cursed the smoke that billowed from whatever devices The Reavers had thrown. The groans of pain from the two Reavers that had been shot along with the chaotic sounds still echoing from the crowd dispersing made it even harder to try and find out where the new sound was coming from. Scanning around, Glory took a risk and moved one hand from her gun to her ear. Pressing down on the earpiece she wore, Glory pinged Salt and began to speak ”Salt. This is Glory. I need you to get up here. The smoke is too thick for me to see through and I don’t think that it’s just the three you saw here. Over.”
Once she was done speaking, Glory’s hand snapped back to her gun and she scanned the area again. The revving sound was growing louder, and Glory still couldn’t quite pin down where it was coming from. Until it surged. The next few moments all happened in a blur. First, the Ghoul that had been hiding within the smoke leapt forward, a thick bandanna making the smoke tolerable for so long. Second, he brought down what looked to be a handheld chainsaw onto the joints of Glory’s arms.
Third, Glory shrieked in pain.
And then there was silence. Glory’s brain shut down from the extreme amount of pain that was delivered to it, and she fainted immediately. She didn’t know if Salt arrived, she didn’t know who attacked her. She didn’t know how she would cope with what happened. The next thing Glory knew she was waking up in a recovery bed in a location she’d never seen before.
Ever since Celvanya’s encounter with Chakravarti the march towards the unstable magic rift had been relentless. Each time the soldiers that had given themselves to her command voiced a need to stop and rest they found themselves refreshed and renewed with merely a wave of the goddess’s hand. During their march the company of soldiers that Celvanya had brought under her wing had grown slightly. A handful of hiding survivors had been located as they traveled, bringing their number up to sixteen total. Celvanya had taken note of a giant sun disk entering the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief that soon there would be plenty of light for her mortal followers to see by and she would not need to maintain a source of light that made them stand out among the darkness.
After a long and ceaseless march Celvanya and her fellowship of soldiers were finally within view of the unstable magic rift. Raising a hand and calling for a halt, Celvanya instructed her soldiers to remain in place and merely observe as she dealt with the rift. There were protests to this idea almost immediately. Many had seen their homelands fall to the forces of the apocalypse and wanted to contribute as they could to combating the end. Celvanya was unswayed and spoke plainly: Even she did not understand the energies that composed the unstable rift before them, and beyond that only she possessed the durability to reliably approach unscathed.
This gave the soldiers pause. As great as their willingness to contribute was they could see the wisdom that Celvanya laid before them: To follow her to the rift would be to sacrifice their lives for essentially nothing. Backing down from their zeal, the soldiers relented to taking a rest nearby. Thanking them, Celvanya once again created a barrier to protect them. Then following this she passed out everlasting baskets of meat buns and bottomless jugs of water, just as she had done with the last camp. Bidding the soldiers farewell for a time, Celvanya turned and walked the final distance to the rift.
As she approached the rift Celvanya felt the air begin to energize around her. With each step the buzzing feeling grew more intense until finally a pulse of energy emerged from the roiling rift. Celvanya paused in her advance briefly as she felt this pulse go by. The energy that had filled the air dissipating after the pulse passed her by. Looking back to where the soldiers were, she saw that they were safe behind the barrier. Nodding to herself, Celvanya drew her sword and activated the blade before beginning to walk forward once more. The golden glow that bathed the area provided a measure of confidence to the goddess: Whatever the rift could or would produce would be met with her full fury.
As Celvanya continued to approach the air around her energized once again and a few moments later another pulse emerged from the rift. This one was much stronger than before, and Celvanya found herself briefly off balance from the force. If any of the soldiers had followed her to this distance, it was likely that they would be disintegrated by now, if not worse. Undeterred by the pulses from the rift, Celvanya continued to approach until she was within distance to touch at the rift with her sword. No more waves of energy came from the roiling rift now, but it certainly seemed poised to defend itself in whatever manner it could. Raising a hand, Celvanya extended her divine senses outward to try and stabilize the flow of magic.
Touching at the energy cautiously Celvanya found her senses briefly overwhelmed by the buzzing feeling that she had felt before. Beating the sensation back, Celvanya began to compress the rift down. It resisted at first, but soon began to shrink. As the rift shrank the flow of energy into the world began to slow. Moving from an unchecked torrent of magic to a steady flow, and then finally to a slow drip. As the rift finally calmed, Celvanya breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought that there would be a greater difficulty to this task, and was pleasantly surprised at the fact that she had been wrong.
Unfortunately, she was also wrong about it being easy.
Shortly after it had been stabilized, the rift shook violently before expelling a figure. This figure glowed with nearly every color that Celvanya could perceive at once. Each shifting rapidly across its form. What really startled Celvanya, however, was the fact that the creature expelled from the rift looked remarkably like herself. After a few moments of pondering Celvanya came to a realization: As she had touched at the energy, so too had the energy touched at her. Now that it had learned how to take on a form, it was manifesting something to try and better defend itself.
Worse still, it was manifesting many of that something. With an inhuman shriek the first of these magic-born creatures lunged at Celvanya with hands that rapidly transformed themselves into claws. Rolling to one side, Celvanya brought her sword up into a ready position and had mere moments to react as another manaborn lunged at her. Spinning away, Celvanya used the momentum to bring her sword down across the back of the creature and sliced it in two. As the sword passed through the manaborn, it dissolved.
Good, they could be killed.
Ducking and dodging out of the way, Celvanya remained on the defensive for several minutes until she realized a few things that put a major wrinkle into her plans. First, she was slowly losing ground against the rift. Second, for each creature she cut down another was disgorged by the rift. Third, the rift was growing back to its original size. None of these things were good. The rift needed to be sealed, and it needed to be sealed now.
Pressing forward, Celvanya switched to using sweeping sword strokes in order to cut down multiple manaborn at once. She needed to be careful, as with each broad swing her defenses were left open for a few moments. One of the manaborn was almost able to take advantage of this opening, but in a moment of extreme speed Celvanya was able to bring her fist down upon its head. Though its head was crushed the goddess found her hand numbed for a few moments before the feeling returned, none the worse for wear thanks to her divine resistance.
The answer was plain: There were too many of them. A few of the soldiers emerged from the barrier with a rallying cry to aid their goddess, but Celvanya immediately shouted at them to remain inside and shield their eyes. There was a moment of hesitation in following the order before the soldiers noticed something about Celvanya: She was glowing. Not only that, but the glow surrounding Celvanya was growing in intensity. Coming to the understanding of what might be happening, the soldiers ducked into the barrier once more and covered their eyes with their shields.
Spinning on the spot with her sword extended, Celvanya used the breathing room she had created to leap into the air. Releasing her grip upon her sword, it and the scabbard that she kept it in vanished. Celvanya’s staff vanished as well, and soon thereafter Celvanya was shrouded in a brilliant golden light. For a few brief moments it looked as if the sun had been reborn upon the eastern part of the continent, and when the light faded in intensity Celvanya looked… Immensely different.
Now standing at ten feet tall and clad in a suit of golden armor, Celvanya brushed her extremely long blonde hair to one side before raising her arms. Small portals began to manifest around her, and from them emerged an array of swords, spears, javelins, and other weapons of the battlefield. Celvanya pointed down at the hoard of manaborn below and a brief moment later these manifested weapons launched themselves down at immense speed, peppering the creatures with incredible accuracy. The rift began to produce more and more of them as they were slain, but Celvanya’s wrath had only barely been expressed.
The rain of weapons intensified, and soon there were no more manaborn remaining. Only a barren hill that contained enough weapons to arm an army. But Celvanya was not done. A circle of ten swords plunged into the earth around the rift, and from these ten swords an array of light coalesced around the rift. Floating down to the rift, Celvanya clenched her hand around an invisible force and forced the rift to shrink once more. As it shrank, the swords that were sealing it slowly moved inwards in order to maintain their perimeter.
Finally, when the rift had shrunk down to the size of a small table Celvanya produced an eleventh sword and plunged it into the center. As it fell into place the array of light took on another layer of complexity before flashing briefly. Now complete, it would contain the rift and hopefully keep it from spreading.
Staring at the rift intensely for a few moments, Celvanya watched and waited to see if it had any more tricks up its sleeve or it had finally been beaten into submission. Minutes passed and nothing happened. Nodding to herself, Celvanya released the divine energy maintaining her form. As it slipped away another flash of light bathed the area and when it faded Celvanya was back in her usual form once more. Her sword and staff reappeared a few moments after the light faded. Notably, weapons that had been generated while Celvanya had brought her full might to bear vanished into nothingness, save for the swords that made up the seal around the rift.
Taking a moment to breathe, Celvanya turned and returned to the soldiers. As she returned to their company they hailed to her valiant efforts. Celvanya could only smile before thanking them for their praise. Taking place among them, Celvanya shared the experiences of what she had encountered. Many of the soldiers came to admit that their zeal to fight would’ve gotten them killed against odds like that, but Celvanya assured them that she appreciated the effort they were willing to go to in order to help.
As she was telling them that such an attitude was commendable Celvanya froze mid sentence. Whirling around on the spot she began to sprint towards the stabilized mana rift, and was both annoyed and concerned with what she saw: The rift was pushing against the seal once again. The seal was holding for now but it was likely to break in an hour, if not less. Extending her divine senses outward, Celvanya reinforced the seal and once again squelched the rift into a state of calm.
This time, there would be no stopping the soldiers as they came to follow. They looked upon the rift with concern, and only when the rift was steady for a moment did Celvanya turn her attention away from it in order to explain what had happened. It was in that moment that the group came to an understanding: They needed some way to constantly sap at the strength of the rift in order to keep it from slowly eroding the seal.
It was then that Celvanya remembered the staff she had picked up along her travels. If the tree that was could be restored and made to feast upon the magic that the rift was constantly producing, then it could perhaps serve to keep it weak enough for the seal to keep it contained? There was only one way to truly find out. Extending her divine senses outward and raising her hands, Celvanya pushed the barren ground aside before gently pushing the sealing swords downward. As she hoped, the rift was moved along with the swords. Once it was in place, Celvanya buried it carefully. Once that was done she took the staff from her back and removed a piece from the fibers that grew from the top.
Returning the staff to its position on her back Celvanya gently dug open a hole for the fibers to be planted. Covering the fibers, Celvanya stood and waited to see if her plan would take effect. When nothing happened for several moments she began to grow concerned. Was what she planted enough? Was it fully dead and impossible to return to life? Was the magic preventing it from growing?
One of the soldiers was able to offer an idea: They mentioned that perhaps the ground was simply not fertile enough to support any plant life, and Celvanya nearly smacked herself for not considering something so simple. With another wave of her hand Celvanya infused the barren earth with the fertility it would need to support plant life… And nothing happened.
Narrowing her eyes, Celvanya began to think of alternate solutions to the problem at hand. But before anything could come to mind the ground began to split. Before their eyes a tree began to grow from where Celvanya had planted the fibers, and in mere minutes a huge tree grew. But that was not all.
As the roots dug deep into the magic rift, the magic accelerated the growth of the tree exponentially, and soon something quite interesting began to happen: As the roots of the first tree dug deep into the earth they carried with them the fertility that Celvanya had infused into the earth to allow for the first tree to grow, and as the first tree reached the final stage of its growth hundreds of small flecks of light began to drift from it. Scattering across the peninsula, everywhere a light landed a tree began to grow, and in the span of a few hours the entire area had been reshaped into a thick and untamed forest.
The soldiers watched with childlike wonder as the forest spread as far as the eye could see. Underground, the roots of each tree joined together to form one cohesive network as they bit deep into the earth, digging into pockets of metal, water, and whatever else could be found. Not only did this stabilize the ground against earthquakes and ensure that the entire forest had the resources it needed to thrive, but it would have an interesting effect on the biology of the trees in time…
As the forest spread beyond where they could see, Celvanya turned to the soldiers that had followed her this far and looked over the group. Then she looked back to the tree, and then to the mortals once more. Nodding to herself, Celvanya began to speak to them. ”Soldiers! Hear me. I would ask of you something that brings me hesitation. As much as I would like to stay here and guard this tree and this rift I know that my divine nature will see me called elsewhere inevitably. Thus I would ask of you a task that will consume your lives forevermore: I would ask of you to settle here, rebuild, and guard this tree and these lands in my stead. Know that I will help you, and bestow as many gifts to aid you as I am able, but ultimately this task will fall upon your shoulders and the shoulders of your children and their children. I would also have you know that it is fully within your right to refuse this calling, and there will be no punishment or mistreatment should you choose to refuse.”
Silence swept over the soldiers. Celvanya had saved their lives and stabilized the rift as she said, but this was also a monumental request to bind them with. To devote their lives to safeguarding the tree that had been grown over the rift was something quite unexpected. They talked among themselves around an hour and a half before they returned to Celvanya with a collective decision: Yes, they would guard the tree.
Thanking the soldiers, Celvanya gathered them all close and spoke once more. ”You have my deepest thanks, all of you. As promised I will help you found your future home, but first, before anything else, I would grant unto all of you my first and greatest gift.”
Clapping her hands together, Celvanya produced sixteen spheres of glowing green energy. One was given to each soldier, and when they touched them a change swept over the group. It was an unpleasant change, but when it was over the soldiers realized what they had become: The first of the Celvanian Elves. Unknown to Celvanya, as she had given of her divine essence onto the mortals in order to reshape them, she had taken on some of their human essence herself. Though this would only come into play later...
Nodding to the soldiers, Celvanya looked at the clearing that surrounded the tree and the twisting woodland that lay beyond before looking at the elves and nodding. It was time to build a city.
After getting abruptly married to Chakravarti, Celvanya wastes no time in making her way to the magic rift with the soldiers in tow. As she leads the march, she keeps refreshing the soldiers so they don’t need to rest in order to keep up. As they travel they pick up some more soldiers, bringing their total to sixteen, not counting Celvanya herself.
When they arrive, Celvanya tells the soldiers to camp out while she handles the rift. They protest this idea, wanting to continue the fight. Celvanya tells them that the rift would probably shred them without effort should they approach, and the soldiers back down. Celvanya approaches, and the rift tries to shove her away with waves of energy. This barely hampers her, but confirms her statement that the rift would’ve shredded the soldiers.
Celvanya tries to quell the rift, and mostly succeeds, but as she interacted with the rift it had examined her and produced pure magic constructs that looked somewhat like her. The constructs swarm her, acting as a defense system. The soldiers rally and try to come to her aid, but Celvanya yells at them all to stay sheltered and shield their eyes.
Assuming her true form, Celvanya wipes out the mana-beasts before sealing the rift up. Finished with her fight, she resumes her normal form. As she does so she also dissolves all the weapons that were generated and thrown as attacks. Returning to the soldiers, Celvanya explains what she did and how it felt before having to promptly run to the rift as it tries to break free. As it turns out the rift is kinda like water running over a stone: No matter how hard the stone is, water eventually wins.
Reinforcing the seal, Celvanya tries to figure out how to constantly sap at the strength of the rift so that it wouldn’t build up energy and try to break free. Enter the staff that Celvanya carries. Plucking a piece from it, she buries the rift underground and buries the piece on top of it. When it doesn’t immediately work one of the soldiers suggests making the ground fertile too, which causes Celvanya to mentally smack herself for not thinking of something so simple.
Making the ground fertile, Celvanya and the soldiers watch as the tree grows huge in the span of minutes, sending roots deep underground. When it finishes, magic seeds plant additional trees in the area. When all is said and done, the peninsula is re-fertilized and home to a twisting forest of incredibly tough trees that are quite difficult to navigate.
Speaking with the soldiers, Celvanya convinces them to guard the tree to ensure its safety, and when they all agree she presents them with the first of many gifts: A transformation into the first of the Celvanian Elves. When the change is wrought, they set out to start building the city that will surround the tree covering the rift.
All major actions reduced to 0 cost due to turn 0 mechanics.
1 MA: Assume true form. 1 MA: Alter the biome of the eastern peninsula into a twisting and difficult to navigate forest. 1 MA: Convert humans into Celvanian Elves.
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