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Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

It wasn't the first time he'd fallen. He had been thrown from fortress walls, cliffs, and once from a waterfall. This was his first time falling from such an extreme height however, but he treated it just the same by drawing his blade and calling forth his armour of ice and encasing himself in ever increasing layers to hopefully protect him from the approaching ground.

Suddenly his entire view was filled with scales, too smooth for a dragon and brilliantly white. As he fell the extreme cold of his armour condensed the air around him, leaving a trail of mist to mark his descent. And then the wall of scales suddenly stopped and he bounced off of it, tumbling to the ground.

He climbed to his feet, wreathed in fog as his armour of ice sublimated away.

"I hope that wasn't intentional!"

Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

Character Sheet

Name: Rook 'Cold Iron' Hollander, Commander
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Personality:
Rook is patient and generous leader, each soldier under his command being a part owner in the legion. He gets deeply involved with people, but becomes cold in the midst of combat with the need to distance himself from his men and the consequences of his actions. As unsuitable as his compassion is for his profession, he strives to make the best of it, using strategies to minimize loss where possible.
Abilities:
Rimewind Blade: A near mythical sword given as a gift at the resolution of a campaign far to the north. Drawing the blade coats the wielder in supernaturally tough ice, protecting them from harm but still allowing movement. The ice is self repairing but because of the extreme cold it can only be used for relatively short periods of time. THe increased mass of ice also comes with strength to match.
Seers Gamble: a deck of cards hand painted on wood by Rook. They are black on one side and feature people, places or ideas on the other. By dealing a spread he can infer things about the subjects on the cards and their relationships to each other. He can add cards by painting new ones himself and can speak directly through the cards to those that he has a closer relationship with.
Skills:
Rook prides himself on his strategy and skill in command to lead himself to victory. He is also a match with a blade for any of his soldiers.
He is a skilled painter, having done the work on all of his cards himself.
He has picked up a myriad of other skills, ranging from agriculture to civil engineering by taking on side projects between conflicts and helping populations to recover after a costly war.
Backstory:
The world Rook is from world where professional, mercenary armies have supplanted standing armies for the nations of the world. These forces adhere to a chivalric code of professional conduct. They protect civilians, minimize damage to infrastructure and treat each other civilly.
Rook is the commander of the iron legion, versatile fighters that act as shock troops and skirmishers in their leather and chain armor. He came up through the ranks, showing competence and taking leadership when taking command and avoiding a rout after the death of the previous leader. He used his particular abilities to tremendous effect.
They take on jobs ranging from stand up warfare to simple law enforcement and tax collection.
Origin: Isekai

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Indrau almost, but not quite, audibly groaned. He had hoped to not encounter the maids here, optimistic that perhaps they might be with Fanilly upon her return. Those hopes were dashed with the scene he walked in on. Unfortunately they noticed he was there before he could make a swift withdrawal, interrupting whatever they were doing just to greet him despite how often he had told them not to.

"I would like to have a light meal to take to my rooms."

If they hadn't been present he would have simply prepared something himself but since they were already there it was better not to. He had already made the blue haired one cry in the past by attempting to help with the cooking. Of the three the pink haired one bothered him the least, if only because she was lazy enough to be content in letting him actually do things for himself.

He walked over to a counted and leaned against it, crossing his arms and letting the cane rest against his thigh.

Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

After a lot of false starts...

Character Sheet

Name: Rook 'Cold Iron' Hollander, Commander
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Personality:
Rook is patient and generous leader, each soldier under his command being a part owner in the legion. He get's deeply involved with people, but becomes cold in the midst of combat with the need to distance himself from his men and the consequences of his actions. As unsuitable as his compassion is for his profession, he strives to make the best of it, using strategies to minimize loss where possible.
Abilities:
Rimewind Blade: A near mythical sword given as a gift at the resolution of a campaign far to the north. Drawing the blade coats the wielder in supernaturally tough ice, protecting them from harm but still allowing movement. The ice is self repairing but because of the extreme cold it can only be used for relatively short periods of time.
Seers Gamble: a deck of cards hand painted on wood by Rook. They are black on one side and feature people, places or ideas on the other. By dealing a spread he can infer things about the subjects on the cards and their relationships to each other.
Skills:
Rook prides himself on his strategy and skill in command to lead himself to victory. He is also a match with a blade for any of his soldiers.
He is a skilled painter, having done the work on all of his cards himself.
He has picked up a myriad of other skills, ranging from agriculture to civil engineering by taking on side projects between conflicts and helping populations to recover after a costly war.
Backstory:
The world Rook is from world where professional, mercenary armies have supplanted standing armies for the nations of the world. These forces adhere to a chivalric code of professional conduct. They protect civilians, minimize damage to infrastructure and treat each other civilly.
Rook is the commander of the iron legion, versatile fighters that act as shock troops and skirmishers in their leather and chain armor. He came up through the ranks, showing competence and taking leadership when taking command and avoiding a rout after the death of the previous leader. He used his particular abilities to tremendous effect.
They take on jobs ranging from stand up warfare to simple law enforcement and tax collection.
Origin: Isekai

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

He wiped his blade clean on the shirt of a dead bandit before sheathing it. He stood solemnly over the battlefield for a moment and then turned to return to his mount. The well trained warhorse didn't shy from the scent of the blood that cover the front of his coat and his arms to the elbows. It was also disciplined enough to keep its place in formation on the road back to Aimlenn, letting him doze in the saddle.

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Indrau winced as he dismounted, leaning on his horse as he pulled his cane from it's spot on the back of his saddle. He handed his mount off to a groom and limped into the main building, practically stabbing at the floor with his cane. The ride back had left him sore and irritable but the one saving grace was that he had caught a few moments of rest. He had once considered renting a cart but his pride wouldn't allow it. Imagine, an elite knight riding to battle in the back of a cart.

In his room he stripped off his vambraces and coat, tossing them onto a table to be cleaned later. Indrau washed his hands in a basin of water and then threw on a fresh shirt. He left his room a handful of minutes later, heading to the kitchens to see if he could acquire some food without any troublesome maids trying to serve him.

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Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Visiting the crime scene was something that he, as a bodyguard, was personally against. If his mistress had been taking this less seriously he might have suggested that she stay at home with Saturday while he made his own investigation.

So he held his tongue and straightened his posture and moved closer to the door. A thought crossed his mind after mulling over one of Grains earlier remarks.

"Could the killer be attempting some sort of divination of their own with the organs? I think there's little else we could discover through discussion, let's be on our way.

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Saint leaned against the wall just inside the door, arms crossed as he stared around the room. Someone unfamiliar with him might confuse his constant focus with a brooding personality.

“I spoke with a friend on the police force, though they know depressingly little about what’s going on.”

He pulled out his phone to reference some notes.

“What he could confirm is that aside from the missing organs, none of the victims had any external injuries. Indeed, until the autopsies they didn’t even have a cause of death. None of the missing organs have turned up either.”

The bodyguard slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“This seems to point to a very high degree of precision in the magic used to remove the organs as well as some motive having to do with them. The police seem to be favouring some sort of satanic motive.”

He didn’t give this last part any intonation to show what he thought of that, but he glanced at Arinne very slightly raised an eyebrow.

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Paul 'Saint' St. James

Name: Paul 'Saint' St James
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Appearance:


Personality:
Paul is eternally calm and reserved, with a will that is as relentless as the advance of a glacier. Those that know him and his employer often remark that he has the patience of a saint, giving rise to his nickname. As stoic as he is now, it wasn't always so. In his youth he was passionate and impulsive but age and experiences have hardened him. Saint battles daily with depression but has found something to focus on that distracts him from losing the woman that he loved. This focus in combination with his current occupation has almost become an obsession; making him paranoid, meticulous, and demanding regarding all those but his young charge.

Abilities:
Saint has an affinity for metal, most notably iron and steel. Though he doesn't have the same amount of mana as other mages, he has long practiced his skills and thus his spells are very efficient in most cases.

Acting directly on objects, He can reform metal to match a defined mental image with more simple objects coming easily and change most of their properties such as state and hardness, although the former is very taxing to do. While it is possible for him to propel metal objects using his magecraft, this is also considered a waste of energy and thus he prefers to take things hand to hand in direct confrontations.

The easiest application of his powers, as well as something that he can maintain as long as he is awake, is his metal detector spell, which makes him aware of metals within twenty meters or so of him.

The most difficult of his arts, and that which has taken him the longest to master is to imbue his flesh with the properties of metals, hardening his body like steel and lending his body immense weight. This is only sustainable for a few minutes at a time.

Skills:
Paul St. James is professional regarding anything necessary to serve and protect his master. He is a very competent driver, having been trained in tactical driving. He has also been trained as a bodyguard as well as in pursuit, escape and evasion. Unfortunately he is lacking somewhat in more domestic matters.

Assets:
As an only child, Paul is the last of his bloodline. His family had a number of holdings and properties that ensure a stable income that he uses in service to his master. He owns a handful of lightly armoured cars and a small armoury of weapons. In almost all situations he carries a pair of matched daggers in holsters under his jacket.

Brief Backstory:
Paul St. James was a prideful, arrogant younger man that wanted to further his skills to impress others and improve his own standing. He was also in love with the daughter of a well off mage family, one who was to marry to the heir of the Ar-Rynesarte bloodline.

Losing her was a terrible blow to him but he persevered, vowing to serve her however possible. With hard work, discipline and a major change in attitude he was eventually hired as a driver for the family and caretaker for their young daughter.

Their deaths a short time later impacted him strongly. In his time with the family his love for the Mrs. Ar-Rynesarte had become more like that for a sister and the daughter felt like a niece to him. From the depths of despair came an obsession in serving and protecting this young girl to the limit of his abilities.

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Paul 'Saint' St. James

Name: Paul 'Saint' St James
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Appearance:


Personality:
Paul is eternally calm and reserved, with a will that is as relentless as the advance of a glacier. Those that know him and his employer often remark that he has the patience of a saint, giving rise to his nickname. As stoic as he is now, it wasn't always so. In his youth he was passionate and impulsive but age and experiences have hardened him. Saint battles daily with depression but has found something to focus on that distracts him from losing the woman that he loved. This focus in combination with his current occupation has almost become an obsession; making him paranoid, meticulous, and demanding regarding all those but his young charge.

Abilities:
Saint has an affinity for metal, most notably iron and steel. Though he doesn't have the same amount of mana as other mages, he has long practiced his skills and thus his spells are very efficient in most cases.

Acting directly on objects, He can reform metal to match a defined mental image with more simple objects coming easily and change most of their properties such as state and hardness, although the former is very taxing to do. While it is possible for him to propel metal objects using his magecraft, this is also considered a waste of energy and thus he prefers to take things hand to hand in direct confrontations.

The easiest application of his powers, as well as something that he can maintain as long as he is awake, is his metal detector spell, which makes him aware of metals within twenty meters or so of him.

The most difficult of his arts, and that which has taken him the longest to master is to imbue his flesh with the properties of metals, hardening his body like steel and lending his body immense weight. This is only sustainable for a few minutes at a time.

Skills:
Paul St. James is professional regarding anything necessary to serve and protect his master. He is a very competent driver, having been trained in tactical driving. He has also been trained as a bodyguard as well as in pursuit, escape and evasion. Unfortunately he is lacking somewhat in more domestic matters.

Assets:
As an only child, Paul is the last of his bloodline. His family had a number of holdings and properties that ensure a stable income that he uses in service to his master. He owns a handful of lightly armoured cars and a small armoury of weapons. In almost all situations he carries a pair of matched daggers in holsters under his jacket.

Brief Backstory:
Paul St. James was a prideful, arrogant younger man that wanted to further his skills to impress others and improve his own standing. He was also in love with the daughter of a well off mage family, one who was to marry to the heir of the Ar-Rynesarte bloodline.

Losing her was a terrible blow to him but he persevered, vowing to serve her however possible. With hard work, discipline and a major change in attitude he was eventually hired as a driver for the family and caretaker for their young daughter.

Their deaths a short time later impacted him strongly. In his time with the family his love for the Mrs. Ar-Rynesarte had become more like that for a sister and the daughter felt like a niece to him. From the depths of despair came an obsession in serving and protecting this young girl to the limit of his abilities.

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

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