TaintedMushroom

Symphony on High

BARDO

There was a lot going on, a lot. Bardo had foolishly catapulted himself towards the truck in a reckless bid to do what? End the battle in one fell swoop? Make some grand entrance? Likely the idea had been borne from some sense of vanity, certainly a dose of foolery. Bardo should have known better than that, he was physicist for fucks sake. Getting blown clean from the truck with nary a scratch was far more than Bardo could have hoped for, and it was no surprise that the extent of his luck stopped there. He was afforded little time to recover before one of the pale guard approaching from the truck attacked Bardo in his vulnerable state.

Panic and instinct took over, Bardo flailed in an effort to throw off his opponents aim and keep them from working him into more advantageous positioning. A brief scuffle proceeded to take place as the two fought for purchase over the other, scrambling about in mid-air under the effect of Bardo's suspension melody. In a moment of clarity Bardo thought to release the melody as the struggle brought him above the pale guard and as gravity suddenly came back into effect he maneuvered his sword over his opponents neck. The moment the two came back to the ground it was over, Bardo's sword acted as a makeshift guillotine and the pale guard's head rolled away as her body went still.

Bardo's breath was coming in short rapid breaths at this point as his body and mind found themselves at odds with how to handle things. Every neuron in Bardo's mind felt like it was in overdrive, an overwhelming rush of adrenaline rocketed through Bardo's veins as if he was base jumping off the top of the worlds tallest roller coaster while being pursued by a pack of hyenas with wingsuits. Simultaneously his body felt as if it had ice in it's veins and a slight shaking was developing in his hands.

Moments before Bardo had been calmly surveying the battlefield and the truth of the situation still felt like a far off dream. Then, in an instant, the metaphorical blindfold had been pulled from Bardo's eyes. He'd killed someone, or what had used to be someone. The name Peggy still bounced around in the back of his mind, Bardo had a classmate once by the name of Peggy, could they be one and the same? Bardo hadn't the time to contemplate this, nor really the time to stand in shock as he was. The hulking mantis like creature shambled Bardo's way much quicker than he'd anticipated, or had he merely lost track of time as he tried to process events?

Regardless Bardo had to do something before he had a chance to discover just how far his opponents would go to achieve victory. And so with that Bardo did the only sensible thing to do in a situation like this. Bardo turned and ran, angling away from the truck and the monster and towards the other group of hopefully friendly Espers in the area. But, as he spun around to run, Bardo flung his sword out in a desperate gambit to buy himself some time. Willing a haphazard idea into a melody cast from the point of contact, Bardo sliced the pole like one might cut a weed from the ground, aiming as close to the ground as he could manage whilst maintaining his goal of running away.

A flutter of pages enveloped the pole as Bardo cut it free from the ground, keeping it suspended in the air as gravity manipulated it to point headlong at the approaching monster before a push note aimed to send it flying straight for the abominations chest like a bolt fired from a crossbow. Although Bardo moved in desperation as he turned to flee he hoped that the attack might at least find purchase and buy him a moments distance between himself and his pursuer.

Dah Info

23 | Male | Freelancer | Bard
Secret Seeker | Sword | Chaos | Secrets Exposed
Endless Library | Gravity | Maximum Momentum
[Weightless [4], Suspend [4]], pull [2], Push [2], Blink [4], Shield [4], Reflect [4], Portal [4], powerful [0], Full Enhance [4], Restrain [4]
DAMAGE: A | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: E | Max Mana 750

[Silver touch] [weightless] [Push (+1 Rank)] -90

PHYSICAL:E | ARCANE:C | CHAOS:D | Current Mana 570

Pirates of the Darkening Skies

"Twenty talents eh?" Adrian asked nonchalantly, not really putting too much thought into the quantity of the words so much as merely repeating them. "Perhaps we just bet it all then? Double our earnings? What are the odds I mean? Such a paltry sum can't be that hard to recover should things go wrong. Besides, this wildcard fight? Cold Hands? What an eccentric moniker, I find myself intrigued. Perhaps we put our odds there and see what comes of it? What's the worst that comes?" Adrian rambled on, only really seeming to be half paying attention to the words coming forth from his own mouth. Internally a portion of his focus was replaying the last few minutes in his head, an itch that he couldn't quite place ever-present in the back of his head.

Adrian's focus was briefly pulled away as the meal arrived. Adrian's delicate features warped into a predatory grin as he eyeballed the steaming haunch of meat delivered before him. Eerily his gaze panned to the body of Chwegwn that'd taken up residence upon his lap. "It is not my desire to offend, but perhaps being between me and this delicate haunch of meat is not the best location to place oneself. Coming between a hungry Lybar and his meal has long been something we whisper about as dangerous and foolhardy in my ancestral house. If you'd kindly make yourself comfortable elsewhere I would appreciate it." Adrian's tone carried not quite a threat, but a warning meant to hopefully get his point across without offending.

Before Chwegwn had time to react though Adrian's attention was directed elsewhere as the name Desdemona drifted through the wind. Now Adrian abruptly focused on Kira once more, trying to catch the context with which the name had been mentioned whilst also remembering events from his younger life. Not acknowledging Chwegwn's question Adrian addressed Kira, "Desdemona you say? What do you know of her?" Adrian's tone, for but a moment, betrayed a desperation that he'd worked quite hard all evening to keep hidden. How many of the rooms occupants would pick up on it entirely depended on how well they'd paid attention to Adrian's mannerisms thus far.

Realizing his mistake Adrian quickly made an effort to down-play the question, turning back to Chwegwn once more and waving his hand as if to dismiss his earlier question, "Most rumors are just that friend, I'm sure that things are just overdramatized and not merely as interesting as everyone makes them out to be. Perhaps we'll see that in action with this first fight in fact. Now about that earlier request, friend? I would like to eat."

Symphony on High

BARDO

"I think we've lost enough time as is so lets just focus on making sure the others don't get overwhelmed!"

That's what the overly energetic guy who had accompanied Bardo for the last leg of the journey had said before rushing off recklessly into the fray. Bardo sighed, a deep one tinged with a hint of regret or sadness even. Noble Spark had questioned Bardo about his esper origins, and Bardo hadn't been very forthcoming or descriptive with the information he had provided. Perhaps he should have, the guy seemed cool enough, and entertaining at least. His own description of his esper transformation had felt like a movie script. Like a movie script Bardo was sure at least half, if not most, had been embellished, but Bardo liked a good story regardless. Bardo caught his mouth twisting ever so slightly into a grin at the thought before the clouds rushed in and Bardo remembered why he was here in the first place. A deep ache pulled at his chest momentarily and drew his mind back to the situation at hand.

Doing his best to shrug off his emotions and clear his mind, Bardo drew his eyes to the field before him in order to take in the events. Quite honestly things seemed to be an utter mess. Everyone looked to be separated and attacking in disjointed groups without any concentrated effort to stick together or cooperate. Noble Spark was rushing to assist the gun toting woman, taking down one of the zombdudes in swift form but quickly attracting the attention of another. Bardo could choose to interfere here but an itch in his palm told him to keep looking. Bardo crouched down on the ground, resting one knee down as his hand casually rested on the pommel of his sword.

This blade of his, a devourer in it's own right. Bardo couldn't explain how it made him feel, couldn't even quite focus on it really. Whenever his hand grasped the hilt it was like a whisper grew in the back of his head. A presence just out of sight, like the little fuzzy spots in your vision, the ones that seem to always be just out of reach no matter how much you try and peek, no matter how hard you try and focus on it. That was how it made Bardo feel, each attempt to isolate, focus, listen, always just out of reach, just out of awareness, just...not...quite right...

With a sudden gasp and a burning in his lungs Bardo released the pommel and focused back in front of him, completely unaware that he'd started to hold his breath. Rolling his head side to side as if shaking cobwebs he looked around once more, realizing that he'd lost a few moments in his daze and considering himself lucky that he'd likely gone unnoticed whilst just sitting on the ground. Things had progressed dramatically in the time Bardo had been distracted, the situation was drastically changing by the second. Bardo had to act, do something, or risk having done nothing at all. But what?

The itch in his palm was there again, ever present yet distant and almost phantasmal. Bardo's hand slowly lowered towards the pommel of his sword, a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face, apprehension evident in the tightness of his forehead. Bardo had yet to really use the weapon, or really done anything of an esper nature. A couple transformations, a little midnight flying mostly. Flying, that's what Bardo wanted to do, fly. The itch strengthened, an idea formed, Bardo's hand firmly grasped the grip and slid the weapon from it's sheathe at last. The whispers grew, almost loud enough to truly hear, but nothing that Bardo could understand.

Bardo's hands moved almost of their own accord, his body coiled up and poised itself tight like a cat in the hunt. He drew the blade out before him, the slow moving truck running along the blade from hilt to tip in the center of Bardo's eye. Time almost seemed to come to a standstill in Bardo's mind as the tension built to a breaking point, his breath slowing to a stop, his entire body's focus preparing for the next moment. With a snap of movement that felt like the shattering of glass, Bardo leapt forward into the air, directing his momentum in a way that would hopefully aim him directly next to the truck like a passing car. Almost like taking his first steps the melody came forth from Bardo, directing him towards the truck for a close range pass like a bolt of lightning. A bolt of lightning with a very hungry sword intent on bisecting the truck from front to back along the axle.

[Silver Self] [Full Enhance] [Push (+1 Rank)]

Dah Info

23 | Male | Free Lancer | Bard
Secret Seeker | Sword | Chaos | Secrets Exposed
Endless Library | Gravity | Maximum Momentum
[Weightless [4], Suspend [4]], pull [2], Push [2], Blink [4], Shield [4], Reflect [4], Portal [4], powerful [0], Full Enhance [4], Restrain [4]
DAMAGE: A | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: E | Max Mana 750

[Silver Self] [Full Enhance] [Push (+1 Rank)] -90

PHYSICAL:E | ARCANE:C | CHAOS:D | Current Mana 660

Symphony on High

Oh good point, I'll come up with somethin

Symphony on High

Bardo

NAME:

Bardo Landry

AGE:

23

SEX:

Male

APPEARANCE:

My Hider

GRIMIORE:

Bardo’s grimiore is a large leatherbound book with a cover so dark that light almost seems to be drawn towards it, like a blackhole.

INSTRUMENT:

Secret Seeker: Everyone and everything has a secret. Something deep below the surface that they seek to keep buried. The dark blade of this short 1 handed katana seems to almost whisper promises and lies in an effort to entice any such knowledge out of those who stare at it for a prolonged period. Light seems almost drawn in, the blade itself almost gives one the sense that it might sever the threads of reality. Its gleaming edge practically absorbs anything it passes through rather than cutting, gone as if devoured by the universe itself.

RANK: Gold
KEYWORD: Sword
DAMAGE TYPE: Chaos
DAMAGE: A
SPEED: B
SENTINEL: E
SPECIAL: Secrets Exposed: Secret Seeker obtains knowledge about anything it comes into contact with, the depth of that knowledge being limited by how clean of a hit was landed. Contact with weapons or armor will allow Bardo to know information about them as if he owned it himself. A clean blow upon an enemy will give him an understanding of their strengths and weaknesses as if they were his own. Blocking a strike will give him knowledge of how best to defend against it. Attacking, repelling, or stabbing a melody will tell him the notes that make it up.

STYLE:

In Esper form Bardo merely appears as himself mostly, donning a solid black suit and blindfold, though the blindfold doesn’t impair his ability to perceive his surroundings in any way.
RANK: Bronze
PHYSICAL: E
ARCANE: C
CHAOS: D
SPECIAL: The blindfold still allows him to perceive his surroundings and keeps him from becoming disoriented when moving through the air.

My Hider

GENRE:

Endless Library: Bardo’s abilities center on maneuverability and manifest in the form of floating matter and tattered parchment. The papers and bits of matter seen when Bardo’s genre manifests as a form of dark matter and tend to distort light and reality in their immediate area.

RANK: Silver
ELEMENT: Gravity
EFFECT NOTES: [Weightless [4], Suspend [4]], pull [2], Push [2], Blink [4], Shield [4], Reflect [4], Portal [4], powerful [0], Full Enhance [4], Restrain [4]

SPECIAL: Maximum Momentum Gives a singular rank increase to push and pull notes when cast.

LEITMOTIF:

Bardo’s blindfold serves to help keep him grounded no matter what angle he perceives the world from, ensuring he never feels a sense of vertigo or uneasiness regardless if he’s upside down or plummeting miles.
RANK: Bronze

PR:

Rank: Bronze
Disguise, Infrared Goggles, handcuffs
Special: At Bardo’s willing the handcuffs can imitate the effect of suspend on themselves and whoever is locked up in them.

BACKUP:

N/A

FACTION:

Freelancer

TRIVIA:

Bardo always had a thing for being a know-it-all. When he was younger Bardo always had to be right, and he made sure to tell everyone. He had a tendency to want others to know how much more he knew and just how wrong they were. Aging didn’t diminish these urges one bit as Bardo grew only more smug and self assured as he grew older. Bardo had a tendency to notice obscure details and memorize seemingly useless information at will, and he seemed even more drawn to things he shouldn’t know about.

Bardo was always a tad bit of a loner, his family only consisted of an uncle who’d raised him since he was too young to remember, and his parents were merely distant faceless memories that he chose not to worry himself with. Bardo instead chose to concern himself with the workings of the world, seeking an education as a physicist with dreams of seeing the universe for real one day. At least until he found the book.

Bardo was always someone who preferred to know the truth rather than speculate. When some of his classmates spoke of a haunted library on a rougher side of town Bardo couldn’t help but interject, much to their annoyance. On a dare, and a desire to prove them wrong, Bardo agreed to go there himself to disprove the haunting. What he found instead changed his life forever. There he found it, a dark tome, seeming to draw him in and whisper the promise of secrets and universal understanding if only he’d pick it up.

Well, Bardo was never one to shy away from forbidden knowledge.

Symphony on High

@BrokenPromiseYeah I'll change those details, I wasn't super attached to em. Once I actually start to write out the character and get into his headspace even more I'm confident his own unique flair will stand out! His goal is to be less of a frontline fighter and more of an information seeker/skirmisher/wild card type of guy.

Symphony on High

Oh boy, that felt like starting a car that's been sitting out back all winter. But I did it!

Bardo

NAME:

Bardo Landry

AGE:

23

SEX:

Male

APPEARANCE:

My Hider

GRIMIORE:

Bardo’s grimiore is a large leatherbound book with a cover so dark that light almost seems to be drawn towards it, like a blackhole.

INSTRUMENT:

Secret Seeker: Everyone and everything has a secret. Something deep below the surface that they seek to keep buried. The dark blade of this short 1 handed katana seems to almost whisper promises and lies in an effort to entice any such knowledge out of those who stare at it for a prolonged period. Light seems almost drawn in, the blade itself almost gives one the sense that it might sever the threads of reality. Its gleaming edge practically absorbs anything it passes through rather than cutting, gone as if devoured by the universe itself.

RANK: Gold
KEYWORD: Sword
DAMAGE TYPE: Chaos
DAMAGE: A
SPEED: B
SENTINEL: E
SPECIAL: Secrets Exposed: Secret Seeker obtains knowledge about anything it comes into contact with, the depth of that knowledge being limited by how clean of a hit was landed. Contact with weapons or armor will allow Bardo to know information about them as if he owned it himself. A clean blow upon an enemy will give him an understanding of their strengths and weaknesses as if they were his own. Blocking a strike will give him knowledge of how best to defend against it. Attacking, repelling, or stabbing a melody will tell him the notes that make it up.

STYLE:

In Esper form Bardo merely appears as himself mostly, donning a solid black suit and blindfold, though the blindfold doesn’t impair his ability to perceive his surroundings in any way.
RANK: Bronze
PHYSICAL: E
ARCANE: C
CHAOS: D
SPECIAL: The blindfold still allows him to perceive his surroundings and keeps him from becoming disoriented when moving through the air.

My Hider

GENRE:

Endless Library: Bardo’s abilities center on maneuverability and manifest in the form of floating matter and tattered parchment. The papers and bits of matter seen when Bardo’s genre manifests as a form of dark matter and tend to distort light and reality in their immediate area.

RANK: Silver
ELEMENT: Gravity
EFFECT NOTES: [Weightless [4], Suspend [4]], pull [2], Push [2], Blink [4], Shield [4], Reflect [4], Portal [4], powerful [0], Full Enhance [4], Restrain [4]

SPECIAL: Gives a singular rank increase to push and pull notes when cast.

LEITMOTIF:

Bardo’s blindfold serves to help keep him grounded no matter what angle he perceives the world from, ensuring he never feels a sense of vertigo or uneasiness regardless if he’s upside down or plummeting miles.
RANK: Bronze

PR:

Rank: Bronze
Disguise, Infrared Goggles, handcuffs
Special: At Bardo’s willing the handcuffs can imitate the effect of suspend on themselves and whoever is locked up in them.

BACKUP:

N/A

FACTION:

Freelancer

TRIVIA:

Bardo always had a thing for being a know-it-all. When he was younger Bardo always had to be right, and he made sure to tell everyone. He had a tendency to want others to know how much more he knew and just how wrong they were. Aging didn’t diminish these urges one bit as Bardo grew only more smug and self assured as he grew older. Bardo had a tendency to notice obscure details and memorize seemingly useless information at will, and he seemed even more drawn to things he shouldn’t know about.

Bardo was always a tad bit of a loner, his family only consisted of an uncle who’d raised him since he was too young to remember, and his parents were merely distant faceless memories that he chose not to worry himself with. Bardo instead chose to concern himself with the workings of the world, seeking an education as a physicist with dreams of seeing the universe for real one day. At least until he found the book.

Bardo was always someone who preferred to know the truth rather than speculate. When some of his classmates spoke of a haunted library on a rougher side of town Bardo couldn’t help but interject, much to their annoyance. On a dare, and a desire to prove them wrong, Bardo agreed to go there himself to disprove the haunting. What he found instead changed his life forever. There he found it, a dark tome, seeming to draw him in and whisper the promise of secrets and universal understanding if only he’d pick it up.

Well, Bardo was never one to shy away from forbidden knowledge.

Pirates of the Darkening Skies

Completely unaware of Chwegwn's moment of contemplation in regards to Adrian's own actions, Adrian proceeded to take a seat, oblivious to the rooms occupants as his mind wandered into fanciful fantasies. Luckily Adrian's chosen life of a runaway had yet to deprive him of his sense of etiquette and his body automatically directed itself towards the seat to Kira's immediate left. One of Chwegwn's bodies shortly hopped atop his lap, startling him from the moment in time for him to take stock of the room and get ahold of his senses in time to order.

"Ah, just water and the finest meat you can acquire, preferably made fresh and dressed in a multitude of steamed vegetables. I care not for the specifics, surprise me. Just make sure it is rare as well, I like my meat a to bleed." He said, a frightening grin spreading across his face at the mention of rarity. It had been a bit since Adrian had such a lavish meal, and given the situation he planned to indulge a tad as he'd been unable to as of late.

With that in mind he fished out a small pouch he kept in his breast pocket, a collection of homemade narcotics that he fancied playing around with from time to time. Adrian began picking through his selection and contemplating his choices as he awaited either the food, or for something interesting to arise from the rooms occupants, whichever came first.

Symphony on High

Discord is cool for longer discussions, like the tons of questions and follow-up questions I have for a build I'm trying to formulate.

Symphony on High

I enjoy things that evoke a cult following, I might throw my hat in the ring. Still gotta read everything, just skimming around a tad after work.