The Irish Tree

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek

Wasnt the initial intention but I forgot that was part of MGE lore, so that's a-okay with me.

Also, for the sake of not ending every post on a cliffhanger, would it be okay if I just asked you on occasion for a 1-6 roll in the ooc? Or I could make a campaign in the dice section for proof. Didn't really think out the logistics of using wild magic for an rp.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@The Irish Tree

Was gonna probably have Shizuka come and help if you want. I want him and the Fatal Pulse to have a "reunion" of sorts ^^

@AzureKnight

Feel free if you want, just stay away from the ships. They may suddenly explode. Or be hit by a rock. ...Or suddenly have a cow on them!

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Cordelia Pelham

Appearance

Basics

Name: Cordelia Pelham
Sex: Female
Alignment: Lawful Balanced

History:

History

When a child sees a ghost, that’s generally a sign of something wrong, but the Pelham magus lineage had long since cultivated a fanatic obsession with spirits as not just a medium for their magecraft, but as spiritual guides that can allow one to reach the root. As such when their daughter described the face of a man she never could have met clawing at her window, her family was ecstatic rather than comforting. Trauma wasn’t something strange to mages growing up. The very backbone of modern magecraft requires broken people with ideals brow-beaten into them from a young age…and with the family’s magecraft already specializing in spiritual contact, Cordelia would be put through a veritable horror anthology of contacting spirits.

From lingering resentment at the Tower of London to her family’s ancestral tomb, the heiress of the Pelhams was exposed to so many ghosts that it became difficult to tell where the boundary of life and death lay in the first place. After all, spirits without many worldly regrets could be reincarnated through the root, but one that could see the volume of ghosts lingering in the world could only conclude that there were more regrets than joys in life for humans. The very idea of being around people began to terrify the girl even as she advanced into adulthood, proving a disappointment to her parent’s efforts to numb her to the death she saw in every corner she peeked at. Lingering vestiges of unsaid last words, spirits killed in cold blood that wander and wail on deaf ears…it was equal parts tragic and horrifying to the girl.

Proven a disappointment even with her pure eyes and with no way to transfer that power to another, she was left in the care of the only evocator capable of guiding her: Rufleus Nuada-Re Eulyphis. When the call came from Chaldea for users of magecraft, both the departments of Spiritual Evocation and Summoning would recommend the girl not only as a way to assist in Chaldea’s summoning system, but also to identify early problems with the system with how spirits congregated to the facility. …And also because, frankly, she’d need a break before she went insane.

Magecraft

Magic Circuits Quality: C
Magic Circuits Quantity: A+
Magical Affinity: Void
Attribute: Spiritual Evocation/Spirits

Minor Magecraft

• Rituals of Spiritual Evocation: There are countless lingering vestiges in this world. Ghosts, wraiths, spirits, any can be summoned with enough time and the proper methods…which are all thankfully contained with Euphonia Onyx. Usable virtually infinitely with proper reagents.
• Exorcism Rites: From her experience under Lord Eulyphis Cordelia has learned to exorcise a fair number of weak spirits, allowing her to clear an area of spiritual poisoning. Usable 4 times per Singularity.

Major Magecraft

• Pure Eyes of Spirit: A destined and formulated set of karmic eyes passed to Cordelia through years of effort on her ancestors part, allowing her to see the “Spiritual Remnants” of things without need of spells, extrasensory capabilities, or exorcism rites. While this ability is fairly powerful and allows one to see Servants even in their spirit forms, it cannot be turned off. In places with a large amount of death associated with it, the user can easily be overwhelmed by ghosts completely filling their sightline. Spiritually pure beings are also discernible to her eyes, though since she has never seen one herself she’d have no idea what they were.
• Paleozoic Protoplasm: Cordelia’s favorite ritual to conjure spirits, reaching into the realm of the absurd in its ability to pull the very souls of primordial cellular organisms and stimulate their growth with her mana as a major source. These beings are virtually indestructible by standard physical damage, and with their completely primitive mindset she is capable of commanding and staving the regrets of beings who’s entire desire in life was to “eat and divide''. Since the latter is impossible, letting them “consume” something even as small as a mouse would satiate their desire. While she is capable of summoning more powerful vestiges, she prefers these because she thinks they are “cute and dumb”. Usable 8 times a Singularity with each summon lasting roughly 30 minutes.
• Necro-Stitch: Seeing the spiritual remnants of things allows Cordelia to “tie together” the feelings of things to herself. This allows her to experience what a spirit has seen or sees right now even over a vast distance, but due to the mental strain she is only capable of maintaining this connection for one hour. Usable 3 times a Singularity.

Primary Mystic Code

”Euphonia Onyx”

A mystic code in the shape of a long fluted instrument, designed to house a multitude of ritual circles in individual “discs” with bored holes to allow sound to pass through.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items

• Musical Talent: One of the most basic pleasures afforded to her outside of her training was allowing her to express herself through music.

Samson

Appearance

Basics

Class: Berserker
True Name: Samson
Master: Cordelia Pelham
Sex: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Attribute: Heaven

History:

History

He who was heralded as the last judge of the Israelites mentioned in the Book of Judges. A legendary man recorded in Hebrew and Christian tradition as he who slayed the Philistines and sacrificed himself to shatter the religious power of Dagon. The man who is as close to being born as a Berserker as one could have ever been in life. That is Samson, the man without peer in regards to strength and who's feat of killing 1000 men with just an animal's jaw bone should have cemented him in the throne on killing prowess alone.

Where Samson in the Book of Judges was a pious man who fought for revenge and was betrayed in love, this Samson seems to be more of a jaded old man who enjoys a good drink and telling life stories that have little application. An arrogant man who would tell someone his weakness after they've proven untrustworthy, Samson is a man who was sure of himself until his fate was sealed, and piously devoted his life as a slave to the only God he respected to regain his strength.

Parameters

Strength A-EX
Agility C
Endurance A
Mana D
Luck E
Noble Phantasm C

Class Skills

Madness Enhancement Rank E:
“Huh? Yeah its Rank E, this was just how I was in life!”

Personal Skills

• Vows of the Nazirite Rank C: “So, I can’t touch the dead, can’t drink wine, and can’t cut my hair…but hey, you modern folk solved that problem! There’s non-grape booze EVERYWHERE!”
  The vows that give Samson his tremendous strength, following the ancient traditions of hebrewism. While these vows are typically upheld for a certain amount of time, Samson was born a Nazirite and followed his oaths until his betrayal by Delilah. These oaths include abstaining from anything made of grapes such as wine, never cutting one’s hair, and to never become impure by contact with corpses or graves. Had Samson died without breaking one of these vows he would be nigh unstoppable as a Servant, but the breaking of the vows linger even into his spiritual core. Decreases every time a vow is broken to a minimum of Rank E, where all of Samson’s parameters would drop to the same rank.
• Aptitude for Slaughter Rank A: “They were in my way, so I killed them. They were Philistines, and I was okay with them until…”
  Samson is most noted for his feat of slaying 1000 man with the jawbone of a donkey in revenge for his wife’s murder. Samson, who was fated to deliver the Nazirites from the Philistines, was a man blessed by God to kill everyone he needed to.
• Destruction of the Temple of Dagon: “I’ve heard that a lot of people have debated on if I pushed or pulled the pillars apart. I didn’t do either. I tore them apart.”
  The final feat of Samson’s strength after his vows had been broken. The proof that God had not abandoned him was in how his strength returned, grasped to pillars, and brought the entire temple crashing down around him after being enslaved. This feat cemented that Samson will always be “stronger” than what he is facing, his Strength Parameter automatically adjusting in magnitude to whatever target he is facing. In terms of raw physical power, Samson cannot be bested even by the divine.

Noble Phantasm

[Rank C]

Promise to Heaven: Locks of Samson
”I am sweeter than honey. I am stronger than a lion. I have done what they did to me. God, forgive my sins, for once more I slay for myself.”
Anti-Self
1
Samson was blessed due to following his vows, his long hair serving as a symbol of his devotion and providing him with strength. When this Noble Phantasm is invoked, Samson’s hair shines with divine light, greatly increasing his physical resilience while affording him a temporary Divine attribute bonus of C.

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

Levia almost hated that her worries were assuaged by Faetalis' words, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY wishing that she could just not participate due to her extra limbs...but the chimeric dragon had little choice now that everyone else was in human form. They were so...smooth and normal looking that to the dragon that was raised around such monstrosities and abominations of nature, she couldn't help but miss how cute they all were in their individual ways.

Nervously, Levia would take a skin and duck behind a corner to slip into it before hearing the words of Faetalis instead. ...If these disguises were meant to be themselves, their innermost human-like traits then...how the heck was Levia's going to look!? There was 0% of her that was human from her poisonous breath to her numerous limbs...if anything, the only reason she looked human was her creator's whims. Still, she couldn't help the entirely human feeling of wanting to belong, of wanting people to be proud of her, and how that innately conflicted with her job of destruction and interacting primarily with beings barely intelligent enough to say a single syllable.

Mae also seemed to be conflicted and removed her own disguise, leading to Levia feeling like her hesitation wasn't a mistake. Mae was a lot wiser than she was, and right now Levia could do nothing but think. And for someone with low MP, that was quite an ask. But still, either in her mind or Faetalis, a vision did at least start to materialize. The abandoned experimental child, created to fulfill countless goals and dreams only to be tossed aside for a different child. This one sought to be accepted, this beast thought itself a human, and in its anger broke things upon command in hopes of receiving love in turn. Nobody born and discarded the way that Levia was could hope to be prim and proper, and if she were human, she'd still prove herself their superiors in strength. As such, Levia's innermost human couldn't be described as much else other than a punk, the type that would look at home in the alleyway many orphans of this world called home. Eyes that radiated hostility, casting a shadow over her double-sided intentions, and a proper enough looking body to show that she was once cared for, but her present situations speaks otherwise.

A vagrant amongst the fortunate.

Scratching her head, Levia seemed conflicted. "C-Can I not at least keep my tail!?" she would ask, holding it protectively with her two largere draconic arms. "And...can we take these skins off while inside our home?"

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice would merrily hum, ears twitching and silence befalling her as someone greeted her in the middle of a bog. Slowly and with creaking movements she would turn her head to face the newly risen skeleton standing behind her and...

Started drooling, tail wagging as she looked at him. "H-Hello Sir!" she said, admitting to herself that even bones covered in mud and bog guck were still delicious, especially when they were composing someone so polite. "I didn't expect to see any living dead out here..." the werewolf calmly said, pacing around the skeleton before realizing she hadn't answered his question that he'd asked so likely. "Oh, and um, I was gathering alchemical reagents. Stuff to make potions, basically. I'm Alice, Mr...?"

The dapper skeleton would give a cordial bow, introducing himself with: "Philip Jay Matthew Chesterwood Esquire, a pleasure to make your acquaintance Alice." In all likelihood, Philip was probably delighted at the chance to have a proper conversation for the first time in what may have been centuries, since a bog usually preserved bodies instead of skelefying them. Seeing that this was the best lead she got, Alice would press the question of any recent happenings around the nearby graveyard since...hopefully the skeleton knew something.

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Sofia meanwhile was starting to worry, shivering as she held her elbows. "Y-You don't think that maybe...Alice was spirited away by ghosts and is now being held captive!? Or worse?" she questioned, nervously reaching for her bow and stepping towards the bog. "I-I can't cross a bog like this...my limbs are liable to get pulled off if I try and walk around in such thick mud. Aliiiiiiiiiice! Where are you?" The undead did have a point that her body wasn't as sturdy, but was also kind of being a chicken about it. Calling out to Alice really was the best plan she had without diving headlong into the murder mud.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight

Prior to flying off, Liliana was interrupted by one of the swordsmen of this land, who seemed to have pretty good manners when it came to treating mamono with respect instead of fear. "Oh, thanks for the greeting! I was really surprised that most people were avoiding me like the plague...nice to see someone isn't scared of fairies around here, she said, seeming to not understand that she likely looked like a will-o-the-wisp in daylight. Albeit, a pink bubbly sparkly one. The fairy hadn't paid much attention to who this "Grimgor" was, but proudly puffed her chest out while putting her hands on her own hips. "Everybody underestimates fairies up until they have ivy coming out of their nostrils. Anyways, got bad guys to beat up~"

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The fairy would go her merry way after responding to Kannazuki, more than ready to beat up a couple of guys...only to find that there were a lot more than a couple of guys waiting there. And this so-called "Fatal Pulse" was barking orders, surrounded by as many guards as there were people back in the village. It was definitely more than she could handle alone, and was frankly wishing more of her fellow Bladeflowers were here for a swarm attack. Alas, she was alone, outgunned, and out-flower-power'd, and that meant only one thing:

Running away as soon as the jig was up. But it currently wasn't up, so the little fairy would do her best to keep from fluttering about in the dark, keeping her body hidden behind crates and eavesdropping to find out what she could. Then, and only then, would she utilize her sword's offense magical to (hopefully) blow this operation to kingdom come! ...Or, just randomly summon a cow, because at some point in time the World Tree decided that was a very important spell. "Come on Whimsy, luck be a fairy tonight..." she thought, ready to channel the spell and cause some mayhem and get out of there. Since she imagined the humans would want the shipyard back at some point, she would turn her (potentially) destructive magic towards the ships. Ideally, Magma would make quick work of those ships, but a gigantic boulder would also do the trick.

Or maybe if the Varjans were deathly allergic or afraid of cows that could work too.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Intro post made, hope I followed protocol for accepting a tale.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Liliana had to admit, she was not used to the hustle and bustle of a human port. Or human civilization in general. A giant forest was her home, so she could go miles before bumping into another fairy but here...she was having to float above people's heads just to get anywhere without fear of bumping into someone! Upon finally meeting Lady Kyouko, Liliana would reciprocate the bow offered to her with a curtsey. "Its an honor to meet someone who is friends with my Queen! Anything you need done, I'll do it Miss Kyouko!"

Upon being pushed into using a teleport spell prepared by Lady Kyouko and her powerful friend, Liliana would barely have time to say: "Tele-what now?" before being engulfed in that blinding white light, transported who-knows-how-far to the island of Shizuyama. When the sliding doors opened, Liliana would rub her eyes and look out at the surrounding landscape, trying to see past the (in her opinion) ugly human village ruining the scenery.

"So, this is Zipangu huh...?"

The little fairy that was fluttering beside the Mad Hatter who's name she hadn't learned yet was taking in the sights, nearly darting off the moment the temple's doors opened before being stopped by the reality that she was here for a reason. And, at least a messenger for that reason was telling her that she should aid the local villagers. ...Judging from her statement and the burn marks, they were hanging on and could use the help. "Sure thing Miss! If you don't mind me introducing myself, I am Lilliana. Royal Knight of the great Fairy Queen Titania, and ranked sixth amongst her personal guard. I'll save the questions for later, since it looks like help is more in demand than questions. Toodles!" The fairy would dart off as soon as she introduced herself, hoping to catch someone's eye who needed aid.

She wasn't even sure if they had fairies in this area of the world or some other form of natural mamono, but people sure were looking at her like a giant bug to be swatted until they saw she had a face. ...This was getting her nowhere, and as such she would resort to the worst tool in her arsenal: Getting big. Ducking into an alleyway the fairy would be surrounded in a faint white glow before growing to a height of 5'2" before stepping out once more. ...And now people were staring at her like she was weird in ANOTHER way.

When a panicking man approached her with a desperate enough request, she would nod her head at every word, barely understanding who these "Varjans" were, but got the gist they were bad humans.

"Yokai, please hear me out. While I was on my way here, I had to hide from a patrol of Varjans. One of them was a strange black-clad warrior who stood out from all of them. I overheard him talking about 'very helpful substances' and how they can be used against our people.

I think they were going to the Yagata Shipyard west of here. And the Varjans called the warrior, 'Fatal Pulse'."

"Yagata Shipyard to the west, right? Don't you worry Mister Human, I'll go and knock their socks off so bad, they won't think ANY substance could ever help them! Toodles!" the fairy knight would say, before running off towards the west.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

While Sofia wanted to continue being upset...she did have to admit that Alice was definitely getting the worst of it right now. If even a Revenant like her can practice good hygiene, there's no reason this man can't. Even if he wasn't physically deformed, that attitude was winning no friends over. And to make it all worse, when Alice returned with the new that he basically told them to do the job before being told anything, she wanted to just about scream and call it then and there.

With Brandy going off to investigate, Alice and Sofia would sus out their options between the bog and grasslands. Alice's fur would make the ticks problematic, but without warm blood for them to feast on, Sofia determined she could check it out herself. That and, with her stiff limbs she'd get stuck and sink in the bog, which would be where the werewolf would conduct her search. She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Though, when time came for the group to come back together at Brandy's calling, only Sofia would answer. "The nearby grassland is completely fine..." she said, maintaining a healthy distance while brushing her hair free of the debris and potential insect stragglers that had been caught in it. "...Have you seen Alice, actually? I'd have thought she wouldn't be gone too long in that bog to see if it had anything in it..."

That would be because currently, Alice was eagerly picking various fungi, moss, and plant samples and storing them in her bag, surprised at how valuable some of the stuff located here was. "Beggar's foot, Pale Green Moss, and even a couple Dainty Finger Mushrooms!" Alice said excitedly, looking down at her haul.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@The Irish Tree@Enkryption

A Fairy Knight and a Mad Hatter with a cursed weapon. How fascinating.

Please don't bully the ronin...

@AzureKnight