The Irish Tree

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight

Liliana's plan to take out the surrounding Varjans was solid in theory, but any warrior got tired. Wings beat slower, arms got heavier, and reflexes got slower...slow enough that she was caught off guard once more with a Varjan leaping atop her. Just before they could land a decisive blow however, Liliana would knock them off balance with a kick to the gut and get back to her feet. If it weren't for Shizuka's timely intervention, the fairy knight might have been a pincushion thanks to the surrounding soldiers.

"I'm still in the right amount of pieces, thanks!" Liliana would say, more than thankful for her samurai's sharp skills and blinding speed. ...In fact, it was starting to get embarrassing the longer the mission went on, since it felt like Shizuka was a one-man-army. Still, she had to imagine he had a weakness of some kind...maybe a killer stomach ache after a long battle, or a weird sneezing habit. Still, even he seemed to be getting worried by the odds stacked against them, to the extent of suggesting a plan that flipped every mischievous instinct in the fairy knight's brain. "I like your plan! Up we go!"

She'd give Shizuka the time he needed, parrying a few Varjan arrows as he prepared his explodey-projectile of some kind. Probably as simple as an oil soaked cloth on a crossbow bolt but eh, explodeys are explodeys. By picking Shizuka up and under one arm, Liliana would take flight, holding her blade aloft and pointing it at the sky. She figured some support magic would do them good right now...maybe even get them out of here faster! Of course, when the glyph actually manifested in the air and Liliana recognized it, an immediate look of displeasure crossed her face...until she saw that the glyph of Summon Cow was right above Fatal Pulse. She could live with that.

Another cow would once again grace Fatal Pulse, this time hurtling towards him as a damn good distraction while Shizuka took his shot at the crates. Liliana would then fly away once the bolt hit, wanting to get plenty of distance while the cow caused mayhem. "...So um...just wanna let you know, usually its like a one-cow-a-week thing, not a twice-a-day-thing."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight

Would you prefer to post first or second for our quest? Anything I can have Liliana do might remove options for Kannazuki, so I thought I should ask before starting a post.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Well, pack it up, RP's over.

Brandy and the gang were murderers.

Alice would erect a gravesite for her boney friend, his second departure from this world so untimely that uh...it meant most of his head was lost somewhere in the swamp. Oops.

Sofia would try to calm Brandy down: "Y-You see, Brandy, actually, according to Crusade Law #14-J, it is not only lawful, but encouraged to put down wandering undead outside of civilization. After all...w-we didn't know he was friendly!" There was some sketch ass laws in this world, but since they weren't in vampire country...by and large, few people actually cared about undead lives, for the reason of them already being alive and dying. Some places outright feared the undead. It was just sheer luck that Sofia hadn't been run out for having the pallor of a corpse.

After offering a short prayer and rising up, Alice would pound her fist into her open hand. "Don't you worry Phillip...I didn't even take one of your femurs, just because they looked delicious. We'll get to the bottom of this, and make whoever resurrected you and made Brandy kill you pay!"

Sofia shrank back a bit at the second part, but Alice would grab both her companions, saying: "We have to solve this job now! For Phillip!"

"For...was his name Philip? For Philip!"

Alice would utilize what magical know-how she had to try and make an agent from the various things around the swamp to react to any necromantic magics in the area, bottling it and putting it on her belt. It would turn black if they neared the source of the same magic that reanimated Philip, a little shard of his skull resting at the bottom of the bottle to serve as a reactant piece.

Alice would never forget her incredibly handsome boney friend. But she also would forgive Brandy for his bashing, since...lets be honest here, she should have known a skeleton wouldn't be accepted by her friends without an introduction.

Sofia would pray at Philip's makeshift grave, catching on fire on her left hand from performing a holy-based action, before quickly patting it out. "Let's find who's responsible for reanimating corpses, then."

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

@Rezod92

Your Master's image has broken somehow on both the copied sheet and the one you posted. I think the link be dead.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

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 the Nazirites. These oaths include abstaining from anything made of grapes, 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
Targets: 1
Samson was blessed due to following his vows, his long hair serving as a symbol of his devotion and providing him with strength. This Noble Phantasm can only be activated if Samson's vows have been broken or his hair has been cut in some way, resulting in his form being granted the same "second chance" he received in the Temple of Dagon. His hair will grow back to its full length and be consumed with a
silver glow, granting him greatly increased physical resilience while affording him a temporary Divine attribute bonus of C.

In addition, his "Destruction of the Temple of Dagon" skill will begin to gain a conditional bonus to "gaining strength from attacking Divine Constructs". Usable twice per Singularity.

Changes have been made to local stinky berserker man.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight

Wishing you the best of luck in trying to find a better job. Looking for one myself atm.

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

Confusion settled over Levia as she processed the new amount of limbs she was processed. She'd flex her small digits, 1-2-3-4-5, 1-2-3-4-5, and then it stopped as far as her hands went. And that was weird. Really weird. As weird as waking up one day in someone else's body...only, it was stranger to think that this happened in the blink of an eye. They'd have the rest of the day to get used to these forms and get acquainted with their new factories as well. Levia had a feeling she'd need a lot longer but...work called.

Departing in silence without the heart to say that she absolutely hated her human form, Levia would head to her primary facility and sit down on the floor. Everything felt off. But, Faetalis' words rang in Levia's head. "Never surrender your wildness, but learn to embrace your civility, as well." Clenching her hands, Levia would get bumped into by a recycler slime, the worried worker silently sensing her inner turmoil and trying to reassure her. As best as a mute ball of sludge with a few braincells could, at least.

"Hey... she said, trying to ease the slime down and off, unused to the feeling of her hands being much more sensitive with human skin over them. Standing shakily without a large tail for balance, Levia would bounce on the balls of her feet. One, Two. At least humans had two legs...she couldn't imagine how hard her life would be now if she had a draconic lower half with four legs. Even her own reflection on the polished floors irked her, but...she was starting to get an idea.

By and large her facility within the guild was...let's not mince words here, pointless. She didn't defend anything or create anything meaningful, didn't do anything useful, and as it stood the most useful functions she's served was to break rocks with her hands. It wasn't that she wasn't proud of her facility, it was that she wanted to do more for those around her. And that's when she started remembering the circumstances of her creation. "...Father..." she muttered to herself, before eyeing the slime, grabbing it by the sides. "I know what I need to do! For your support of your superior, I am promoting you effective immediately Reslymcler #46! From now on, you'll oversee breeding and recycling efforts when I'm not present. New duty calls!"

With a vague liquid "bloop" of approval, Reslymcler #46 became Managel Slime #1 and extended a bit of its mass to "wave" at Levia as she departed, running not to her own facility, but to the outside of the factory entirely. Then, to the outside world.

She had components to collect. Breeding stock to acquire. Chimeras to make. Her facility would be shaped up as a chimera creation facility, with one solitary goal:

Prove that Levia was so useful, having more Chimeras like her could only help everyone. And she'd start with an attempt to cross-breed various members of the surrounding fauna, utilizing her own venomous blood as an agent to ensure her brood could be around her without worry. If her purpose was to be destruction, and their assignment was a kingdom, she'd ready an army of monstrous chimeras while utilizing everything possible in the area of their home. Such things would take time, but she was sure that Lady Faetalis would be proud of her for finally having something to create:

An army of siblings with which to serve any number of purposes. She'd even create livestock suitable for the underground for Mae to butcher. She'd even see if Gammaton would like her to try hybridizing insects, wanting nothing more than the praise of those around her.

Awash in thoughts of the future, Levia could be seen beaming as she ran about, embracing the wildness that Faetalis valued as she began the difficult work of chimera creation.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Fairy stab butt.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

While Liliana was keeping the soldiers busy with her precise stabs and fast flying, she heard the sound of Fatal Pulse scream and turned her head back to see him impaled. Now, surely the tide would...

...Why did he scream about his gonads? And how was he completely fine!? Was he some manner of undead? As the questions surged in her mind, she barely had time to notice the shadow pass over her, trapping her underneath a crate. Dashing around inside of the crate Liliana would try and find a way out, groaning as she basically rammed against the walls of the box. Then, she had a thought. They wouldn't have had time to do more than just get a box, so what was weighing her down?

Then, the fairy instincts for mischief kicked in. A devilish smile kicked in as she heard the soldier sitting on the box laugh at how ridiculously easy it had been to contain the fairy in her dumb little box. She estimated that her sword was sharp enough to penetrate the wood if she stabbed, and so the fairy would fly to the ground, building up momentum by flying in a circle before she dashed for the top of the box.

Where darkness prevailed and the sun didn't shine...that was where her sword would strike. The soldier atop the box would leap from his position, eliciting a cry of pain that would be followed by the sound of breaking wood. With the box now able to be lifted, Liliana would use Size Trick once more to grow large enough to break free and slam the box into the man's head. "Alright, who put the box on me!? Someone's going to be pushing up daisies until they ARE a daisy!"

Eyeing the state of the fight between Fatal Pulse and Shizuka, Liliana had a feeling her new friend stood little chance without a weapon. Even if Triple Reflection could fool Fatal Pulse into guarding, she didn't know if Shizuka had any martial arts skills to let him take his weapon back...so she'd give him a new one.

Varjan steel probably wasn't what Shizuka was used to using, but he'd find a sword sliding towards him, kicked by Liliana. "Alright, now you're all going to have to deal with a really BIG fly!" she said, taking to the skies and resuming her swooping attacks...albeit now, it was with a lot more speed, and less risk of getting shoved in a box. She'd go for archers first, then axemen.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

...Y'know, in all likelihood, I think Samson is due a few nerfs to keep things fair @Enkryption.