Y'know with all the new Isekai concepts coming out, I wonder if there is an isekai concept for "Reincarnated as a Truck that sends people to other worlds"
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Draw 2 Cards
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When your bored but don't really know why.
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That moment when you have a billion ideas and can't write them all down
If using an inhuman species where do we place the racial traits e.g if using a zombie: The fact that they are technically immortal, but are unable to regenerate from injuries. etc.
So in terms of races, are undead (or semidead depending on the mythos) such as Vampires/Dullahan, etc fine too? I just wanna play a character who got reincarnated ironically into one of those races
E.g died of a faulty blood transfusion. Now a vampire. Now you are that faulty blood transfusion. Died by accidental severence at the neck, Dullahan. Now you will forever be reminded of the time you tripped off that mountain ledge.
Etc.
Lastly, does ones sex/age remain consistent into the new world or can that shift. Ala Tanya the evil etc.
"You know, sometimes I look back and wonder is it all worth it? Having to commit atrocities in order for the world to remain intact. Sometimes commiting acts most heinous for the benefit of everyone. I used to say no. Yet. Seeing the children smiling, growing up in naivety. Learning to love, sing and dance. That I must say is worth fighting for. So am I evil? No. Am I good? Certainly not. I simply act in accordance to what the world needs, not what it wants. If the world needs me to be its devil, or its angel, then that is my role upon the stage we call life."
Name: Miss Tamashi / Pandoria Tamashi Title: The Lonely Witch Age: 1959 (pretends to act like a 27 year old Teacher) Emblem: A simple purple band around her neck, it appears innocuous, but when activated it temporaily lights up with eldritch writing when the transformation occurs, before slowly fading down after it has occured.
Domination Arm: A rather peculiar D. Arm in the fact that it isn't inherently tied to her transformation, instead it exists as a real object which she opts to store in a extra-dimensional pocket for protective purposes. The object in question is a relatively large ritual knife, ordained with symbols and kept in prestine condition by Pandoria, it for all intensive purposes functions as a normal knife in most cases. However the particularity of this object are known when it comes into contact with magic, and nightmares. It is an anti-thesis to magic, Any enchantment, spell, magical laser beam, summon. Touched by this blade, is forcefully terminated by a rather violent reaction. It is even known to forcefully de-transform magical girls if it impales them and causing their bodies to enter a fatigued state.
Because of the nature of this object, it is possible for others to wield it, but it is not advised, as (in order to make sure it not falls into the wrong hands) the object contains terrible curse. One that does not kill, but brutally removes the would-be thief's, ability to see, speak, hear, and touch, until it is either reverted by Pandoria or until their death (This only applies if you attempt to wield it, not if your simply carrying it). Pandoria is capable of calling the domination arm to her with a simple motion.
The Ancient Magics : Due to her nature of how she inherits her powers, her magic is actually very diverse in its capablities, she is not only capable of casting a wide range of spells akin to a true sorceress from the history books, but she is also capable of mimicing, or even in some cases improving upon, magics she has seen in the field. While originally she was only capable of using magic in its purest state (pure magical lasers) her experience and practice with magic, along with her unique contract, has allowed her to rapidily diversify her portfolio. When it comes to the concept of spellcraft, One must approach Pandoria with caution, because with her skill at magic, one cannot tell what she may do.
Flight: By channeling magic into her cloak, she is capable of flight, doing so causes her cloak to unfurl behind her, taking on a design reminiscent of a butterfly wings. Sufficient damage to the cloak will cause her to be unable to take flight for a short period. A useful technique for evasion and offensive.
Pandoria smiled softly to herself as she carried the empty basket through the woods. She was happy, she had a husband, she had a beautiful daughter, She had what could possible be the most perfect life for a woman in her era. Thank the gods for that. She certainly was no high-class citizen, but her family certianly had wealth, and her daughter was certainly no prim and classy woman, she was fighter like her mother she was. That made Pandoria happy.
If only pandoria knew that there was something heinous going on in the woods. For when she was in past the clearing, and out of sight from the city of Pompeii, she would be ambushed by men, whom wanted nothing more then the simple jewellery she had inherited from her mother, Of course she fought, and she was met in kind by violence. These men were simply here for the jewellery... and when they had sufficiently injured her to the point she could bare no resistance to her, they left her. Running away to leave her to bleed out. All she could do was crawl... Her mind was slowly turning fuzzy from the blood loss deep within, a will to live burned however and she began to instinctively crawl deeper into the forest, as if something was calling to her, as if her entire being was calling to her to survive... she had reached a small grotto... too weak to even raise her head now to see the small lake surrounded by grass as all she could do was lower her hand into the water, which unbeknownst to her was slowly beginning to churn... to shift and change.
Pandoria layed there. Praying to the gods or to the mysterious girl, whom had such magical process over ice... the one that was protecting them from the wrath of the great volcanoe... and fending off the beasts of shadows that had begun to plague them.
She didn't know who answered her. But she felt her wounds begin to heal as thoughts and feelings flooded her mind. Motherhood... a mother... a mother like her? a contract? to live? to protect children... To protect... child... protect the balance...? These thoughts and feelings would flood through her mind like a tsunami, overpowering her thoughts with their urgency. Her body slowly swelling up with a newfound strength, a small band of thin purple metal coiling around her neck. Her hand had gripped around the handle of a knife... ornate it seemed... and as she pulled it out she raised her head to see... if just for a moment. The pool as red as blood, a figure suspended in chains beneath it. She had never met this person and yet she knew this person like a close friend. They were the one that had saved her.
"Tell me, what must I do." She asked, speaking in the language of latin, only to receive a reply that seemed to not come from sound. but was directly drilled into her mind. The images of Pompeii in ruins. The Volcano spewing smog into the atmosphere... and the order to prevent the mysterious woman from reapplying her ice to the volcanoe so that nature can take its course. The Balance.
There is more to this story of course. But Pandoria always refuses to divulge. Note that inquiring into what happened next either causes her to fly into a rage, ignore you completely, or enter a state of sadness. can imply that whatever happened has burned into her an unforgettable memory. Still, she survived through the years under the purpose given to her by the figure that existed in upside-down red sea.
She is the lonely witch, the destroyer of Pompeii, and the one who seeks to make sure the balance is maintained and if the options presented to her leave her with little choice but to perform evil, then that is what she shall do.
There was a light coughing as Pandoria walked into her meeting, wearing a rather uptight outfit, She seemed confident as she sat down with the board of teachers, She was after all in this interview for the new headmistress spot that had recently opened up. Something that she... even in this weak body, would like to take advantage of. Since it would give her a position with a good view of the day to day things. "Miss Tamashi, as you know we have looked over your application and we must say we are impressed." The old wizened thing at the back said. It was a shame really that these apes had to age, but alas, as long as what they lived was fulfilling to them, she could not judge them wrong for doing what they were doing. "You are?" She asked faking surprise in order to appear youthful. They nodded slowly. "Yes, its quite rare to get such a well-versed history teacher, and headmistress material in one package." The wizened one said. The Blonde youthful ape to her side chimed in to congratulate her. She smiled softly at them, a smile that one with class would use to be polite when talking to those beneath them.
She laughed softly, a hearty laugh as she did her best to masterfully navigate through the conversation. It seemed to go through quite well. Perhaps using magic to cheat a little would of been an overkill, it seems this simple apes are blinded by mere achievements. She sighed softly as she calmed down, answering any superficial questions they wanted to ask before handing the paperwork over to her. Paperwork... Labor. Something to do. She was actually happy she could do something so mundane... it was better then entire imprisonment in an ocean of life.
"Thank you very much." She said politely as she got up to leave, gently brushing down her suit as she took the folder with her. Yes. She would begin to work the following week. Delightful. When she had left the room. If one had been observant, they might have noticed a sneer, as if Pandoria was annoyed at how simple the people she interacted with were. But at the same time such a thing would of been difficult, as she was suppressing such thoughts and feelings under her duty.
She was going to be the best M... Headmistress these children would ever have. That at least made her happy. Adults were certainly too impure. But teaching children her knowledge. That seemed like a role she could fill. Even if it was one she was using as a means to an end...
Such a thought made her ancient mind fill with an emotion she had not felt in millennia... She was excited.
Note: Just a simple little thing to add more to her place within Miso city
She whom waits beyond the reality, Timeless and yet bound to time, Though chained by the laws of the world, she watches the scales ever so closely, noting the time where she may return. Though mysterious in her machinations, she appears to not care... and yet, she cares the most out of anyone. Such is the existence she represents. She is seen as a god by some, and as a system by others whichever answer may be true, it matters not...