The 42nd Gecko

Grimoiric Heart

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Oooooh! I’m really liking what I’ve read~ I can see fun stories made between our PCs.

I hope you get accepted!

@Izurich

Thanks! I'm excited to interact with your character as well. :)

Grimoiric Heart

I am really not sold on my magical girl name yet, but here's what I've got so far.

Bonnie Chance | Lilac Shimmer

LILAC SHIMMER

19 y/o | Female | 154cm (5'0.5")

Theme

Not yet, I hope so tho.

FULL NAME:

Bonnie Chance

NATIONALITY:

Canadian

APPEARANCE:

Visual References

Casual Wear

Uniform

Part Timer

Bonnie is a French Canadian oft bearing a smile on her lips and a spring in her step, as long as there hasn't been a long night slaying pageless on a school night. She's a tiny bit short, but otherwise limber and athletic, and insists her next growth spurt is right around the corner, regardless of what any senior magical girls tell her. Her pride and joy is taking great care of her extravagant hair and hairstyle, which nicely frames her pale skin and sparkling lilac-pink eyes.

Lilac Shimmer strides on the battlefield garbed in radiant attire. The striking white core of her outfit serves to accept the colors of Joyeuse and live up to her name, shimmering finer than silk in the aurora of Joyeuse's power. And, one cannot forget Joyeuse himself, a kingly companion, a fine stout medieval longsword, no flippant rapier, crowned with a hilt of royal gold. In her hands the blade seems large enough to be wielded two handed, and at times she will, but as a Magical Girl she can nonetheless wield it with deadly ease in a single hand.

Inside school, Bonnie's outfit is not exactly kept to an exactingly formal standard. Comfort is more important for those mid-class naps. Outside of school or work, Bonnie tends towards tomboyish outfits, though one might occasionally find her aiming for a cute or elegant appeal instead of a handsome one. Relatively common is a mix and match, with a rather boyish top combined with a skirt. The exception to the rule is her extravagant work uniform.

GRIMOIRE:

Title: La Chanson de Roland

Classification: Fable

Description

The Song of Roland is an epic poem of medieval France, celebrating deeds of honor, kingship, battle and crusade. Dating back to the 11th century, it is a tale of some longevity, being quite popular in medieval France. It is a tale of court and crusade, justice and treachery.

In Bonnie's hands, the Grimoire grants her the sword of Charlemange. As for the reason the Song of Roland grants her Charlemange's blade, she's not sure, though Charles is prominently featured. Perhaps it has something to do with a right to rule? But if so, what does a mere magical girl rule? Bonnie does not yet understand the significance, still puzzling as to the deeper meanings.

While the Song of Roland is a historically important tale, oft credited with aiding the rise of French national sentiment, it certainly doesn't have worldwide reach. Durandal the blade of Roland is probably more famous than Roland or his song, simply for appearing as a legendary weapon in games. But it is little more than a name to most. How many do you know that actually read the Song of Roland? And perhaps more importantly, the modern world has little positive regard for crusades and wars of religion these days. As such, the Song of Roland is currently classified as Fable rank.

Abilities

The Song of Roland's priamry ability is to summon for Lilac Shimmer the legendary sword of Charlemange, Joyeuse, a powerful longsword of shifting colors. While later legends might ascribe to it the power of Longinus, Joyeuse is not as mythical as that weapon. It is nonetheless peerless to any mortal blade and possesses a curious power.

While drawn, Joyeuse may be used to create colorful displays of vibrant, joyful even, lights. This power seems to act naturally when Lilac is enjoying the thrill of battle resulting in the battlefield being lit up like a festival.

Finally, as a melee type magical girl, Lilac Shimmer indeed possesses the typical physical suite of enhancements assumed of that type.

BIOGRAPHY:

Personality

Bonnie can be described as typically enthusiastic and bombastic, but still trying to find her place in the world. She will oft make bold declarative statements of truth, but internally doubt as to whether they really are so. If she's willing to share her doubts with you, it's a strong sign of her trust that she doesn't make for many.

Bonnie has a rather direct and immediate approach to most problem solving. Pageless? Transform, pronounce judgment, and strike! Need money? Go around and see who's hiring. Schoolwork? Ah, who cares, just write something down, a guess is better than a blank sheet. She tends towards decisively doing the most obvious solution, even if perhaps a bit more care should be taken to determine the proper solution.

The exception to this habit is relational issues, that instead have her shaking in her boots and taking no action at all or reacting defensively. The loss of her Magical Girl Team, not to Pageless, but simply drifting apart, has shattered her confidence in that regard.

Overall, she's still young, even if not quite as young as she looks, and puts up a brave front to try and hide a teeming mass of insecurities.

History

Bonnie's own story is not all that unbelievable or out of the ordinary. A bright young girl of 19 years, traveling to a university abroad to study. The subject of her study, being a magical girl, may certainly be out of the norm, but as a whole her past is not what troubles her, but the future.

Bonnie Chance was born an only child to French Canadians, not in Quebec, but in London. London Ontario that is. Bonnie still keeps in contact with her parents regularly, for as much they know, she is enjoying a full ride scholarship in a prestigious far off academy. Bonnie keeps back ups of every single message they share with each other across the pond, dreading the day when she has to break ties with them. A magical girls lot is not a mortals lot, and eventually the two worlds must shift apart.

Bonnie became a magical girl three years ago, while attending a camp in the woods. Tales and chocolates exchanged by firelight, interrupted by an eerie howl came from the darkness. The chaperone told them to stay as he would check it out, and they huddled close whispering whether it was beast or prank. A scream issued from where their chaperone investigated. The others fled in panic to their cabins, but something different steeled Bonnie. Grabbing a stout stick and the flashlight app on her phone, she set forth into the darkness.

What she found was one of the Pageless, this one a twisted beast both moose and man the size of a van and crowned in gore soaked horns. An impossible beast a thousand times her match. Yet she could not help but charge. From her lips spilled forth not a battle cry, but a song, a poem, in flowing words she knew not. Something French. The stick in her hands was not a stick anymore, but a glorious blade, and Lilac Shimmer cleaved the beast in twain.

But Bonnie was not alone that night, multiple Pageless had attacked different campers, and more than one Magical Girl was born that night, defending the woods. In the months after, they formed a small Magical Girl team, defending London and the surrounding area against the Pageless. Eventually, however, this team came to an end. Not because of the Pageless, but ironically, joining a 'greater' team. Eventually they were recruited into the Grand Ministry, and, amid that larger team, lost their smaller identity.

Having lost that solidarity of the smaller team in which she was a prominent member, Bonnie now finds herself questioning her place in the vast Grand Ministry.

ODDS AND ENDS:

Trivia

She doesn't know much of French culture, beyond some fragmented snippets of language and here and there. She knows enough to get the joke in her name, for example. She's been struggling to try and read her Grimoire in its original text, but so far has resorted to reading English translations. Given the French origins of her tale, she's a little disappointed Marrywell is in Britain as opposed to France.

Story Beats

Here are some places I'd love to see her story go. If you've got an idea for any of them, hit me up.

The Grand Ministry: Bonnie has mixed feelings. She's happy with the opportunity to study in Marrywell and the support they can offer her, but struggles with how she's effectively lost her smaller team as the former members seek position within the Grand Ministry.

The Song of Roland: Bonnie struggles to understand the moral she should take from the tale. It's not exactly time to reconquer Spain from the muslims, so the meaning must be something else.

The Nature of a King: Bonnie feels a desire to live up to the legend of Charlemange.. But it's not right for a magical girl to go around conquering countries right?

Two Worlds: Bonnie is putting off facing the fact that being a magical girl will eventually result in her walking very different paths to her parents.

The King's Court: Bereft of her former teammates, Bonnie feels alone in a crowd. She's worried it's her own fault for the group splitting up, and that if she was of greater charisma she could have kept them together.

Ark Riders, Race Across the Stars

Mahari

Appearance, careful, somewhat NSFW

• Title: Crimson
• Species: Human
• Age: 26
• Background: Once upon a time an angel who loved humans perhaps a bit too much saw fit to give the blessing of unaging immortality to any human regardless of their worth. In doing so, she despite the orders of the Imperator of Heaven. To punish her, the Angel of Death was called upon to banish the angel and those she blessed by stitching their souls to their bodies eternal. When violence inevitably came to find the cursed souls, they were trapped in every drop of blood, in every shard of bone, even every stray atom. To experience everlasting the agony of their failed body and never feel the release of death! But the angel loved humans so very much that she herself was twisted by them and their ability to adapt, such that she came to love her torment and tormenter. She wished to meet the Angel of Death, not to feel release, but to see what more she could do in person.

"I, Mahari, was touched by a wandering shard of this angel's soul drifting through dimensions and reborn the Crimson Angel of Demise who shall make Death her bride!"

It's safe to assume Mahari has a rather severe case of chunibyo.

• Ark Gear: The meat of your application into the Cosmic Grand Prix. Ark Gear are the tools used by Ark Riders to traverse in Space Races. While most vehicles and gear are supplied and sponsored by the Mevalo Corporation, third-party Ark Gear are allowed. All details, images, and specs go here.

• Sample Post: Write a brief post about your character's first race. Please place this into a hider. This is the most important factor of acceptance regarding your CS.

Sorry I'm not done yet, but here's a WIP.

Ark Riders

Just some tech I was thinking about including on my Ark Gear to set it apart. Does it seem appropriate?

Omni-Magnetic Effective Force Wheels: Ark Riders aren't bound to a track like the racers of old, but most Space Races aren't simple point a to b straight line sprints across dead space either. Whether weaving through a canyon or soaring between skyscrapers, there's often some terrain to spice things up.

That's where these come in. A omni-magnetic field around a rotating wheel provides a "wheel" that can grip and pull on anything that's something. While useless in empty space, these wheels can provide minimal thrust on something like standard atmosphere, moderate on liquids or heavy gas, and the real deal on any solid surface like earth or buildings.

It doesn't care about unevenness or gaps or gravity, as the 'friction' isn't provided by weight, which is very necessary when what your 'track' is the occasional skyscraper. Getting too close can result in crashing into something if there's a sudden elevation change in what you're grabbing a boost from, because unlike a physical wheel you have nothing 'pushing off' from your surface, but Mahari quite enjoys the daredevil thrill in exchange for those little extra boosts of speed.

Normally, an advantage of these Force Wheels is that they can quickly reverse to create breaking thrust, but Mahari has had hers tweaked to be able to build up rotational energy far in excess of it's breaking power, making them far less reactive.

Energy Missiles: Of course, some Ark Rider races ARE in empty space or atmosphere for significant chunks of the race, so what's Mahari to do with all the power normally devoted to her Force Wheels during those parts of the race? Open fire, obviously.

Energy Missiles are, before deployment, lightweight, collapsed constructions about the size of a hand grenade. When pulled into a launcher by an auto-feeder, they unfold, creating the skeletal frame of a missile with a tiny thruster and a force emitter at the front. Then they're charged up, visible electricity arcing around inside the frame of the missile, electricity as both fuel and payload.

Upon finding their target, the force emitter at the front burns itself out in one burst of omni-magnetic force, using up all remaining power to send out what ends up being functionally like an invisible swordslash rather than a conventional exploding missile.

These missiles are very maneuverable and fast due to their tiny mass, but don't have that much punching power and also become weaker at longer ranges due to the same electricity being used for both maneuvering and attacking. However, the tiny size and weight of the missiles pre-unfolding allows Mahari to bring along plenty of them. She's also tweaked them so that the normally invisible slashes and white glowing missiles are instead a crimson color, purely for style.

Ark Riders

I'm currently debating how over the top I want my character to be.

WIP

Do I remember how to format things here?

Tower of Fable

"My my.... Uhm... Nevermind, nope." Caprice started like she had something to say, but before should say a single thing of value, her words caught on her tongue and she ended up just covering her face.

What had she just seen? What was the meaning of it? Did someone just die and come back to life? Is death real in this place? Are we just special? Maybe it's just them? But the snake kept coming back too? Maybe that means the snake was a person? But the snake didn't come back the second time so maybe it's a lives system? Or it was just built different than other monsters? Seirei cards can rebel?

Caprice was an expert at acting nonplussed but even this was a bit much for her. So she quietly stepped inside, sidled behind Thomas and pretended very hard that nothing was wrong, even if her head was spinning and her steps unsure.

"Oh right I can heal people!" It took Caprice a minute or two of standing there blankly trying to process things before she finally came to a useful realization.

She stepped out from behind Thomas pulling out what looked at first like a rolled up red cloak or carpet. She flapped it, and it unrolled out onto the floor, a long red sugar candy. When it finally stopped within arm's reach of Riku, the last flop revealed a nice arrangement of digestive biscuits with a half chocolate coating. The biscuits, if eaten, would finally live up to their name and more with the minor healing powers Caprice could muster.

Tower of Fable

Caprice had sought a script or libretto that would explain the action upon the stage. Lore or clues to part the curtains that still shrouded the meaning behind the rules of the game. Alas these mysteries would remain unanswered.

But something about what she did find allured her nonetheless. A little hand mirror. It was not gilded like the valuable treasures that had rained down like a piñata's prize at the end of the last act. It held some charm regardless. Perhaps the shopkeep would buy it anyway but... As Caprice picked it up and stole a coy glance of herself, she found a smile upon her lips, framed by her fingertips.

She had meant to do some reflection after her actions in the last level, surely a mirror would be handy for that? Or perhaps she was simply obsessed with herself? Given the subject of her reflection was her own self-obsession, it was a gnarly knot that twisted itself around her mind. Still, she slipped the small mirror away. She was keeping this one.

The sound of a certain boy's words tickled her ears, and Caprice finally looked up to spy Thomas taking his leave. His words had not communicated the message with Caprice's lack of attention, but his actions certainly did, and Caprice followed him.

She felt a bit tired of running so she decided to skate after him, laying down a path of frozen sugar ice in front of herself to traverse upon candy cane blades. Not exactly as maneuverable a method as simply running in these winding ways, so she lagged a little behind.

Patting the hand mirror beneath her clothes, Caprice muttered to herself, "I suppose this makes me the thief we're trying to catch? Mmm, I'll have to have a bone or two up my sleeve in case the butler shows himself again."

Caprice maintained at least enough awareness to keep a better eye ahead of her this time, ceasing her frosty shenanigans and quick stepping to a halt several yards behind Thomas to remain well out of accidental glaive range.

Tower of Fable

"Awww...." Caprice couldn't help but smile at the displays of kindness and ... other things being displayed as the party tended to their wounds. It seemed she wasn't averse to public displays of affection.

Still, it seemed they would take a little while longer to dust themself off, and having not been in the main melee herself, Caprice decided to take a moment to look around. If this was a theatre after all, where was the director's scripts? Did the snake guard anything or was this a random encounter in the game?

For as long as the others took to collect themselves, Caprice set about searching the place, peering under seat-cushions and behind curtains.

Tower of Fable

"Order up." Caprice declared in a loud clear voice to get Thomas's attention before a pizza was sent spinning towards him. It unnaturally hung in the air like a frisbee, and didn't send its toppings flying in all directions like a natural pizza should, so this was obviously some sort of magical pizza.

"I'm not sure what good generic healing magic will do against whatever malignant poison this could be, but it can't hurt her chances to be in good health. And there should be plenty for you if you took any hits." Caprice explained her sudden impromptu pizza delivery.

"Now that I think about it, a pizza might not be the easiest thing if any swallowing difficulties start. If that doesn't work for you, I can come up with maybe... cotton candy or something? Not being able to make cups makes liquids problematic." Caprice looked down thinking.