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Charlotte Carolle Lutwidge
Lutwidge Manor
If this was an attempt at getting her to let her guard down, it was working. Whoever this boy was he was incredibly underwhelming, to put it nicely. To put it bluntly, he was kind of a dork. But his words bore considering; she didn't know what he knew, but it was clear he'd made found something out about her. Whether his offer to help her was genuine or otherwise would remain to be seen, but she would agree to meeting him - at least, meeting him in kind - at least until she could ascertain how much about her he knew. It would be dangerous if he had knowledge of something incriminating, or even worse, her identity. She'd play by ear with this one.
She'd let Aida make the opening move.
The mannequin instinctively understood her intent, and walked quickly back upstairs to her room. For Techster, he would be left in silence for a couple of minutes, with only Cheshire as his (unknowing) companion. Finally, the door opened.
Aida had donned a face - literally - to meet with young man, it was a face called "Camilla" - a fake maid with a real birth certificate that Charlotte had commissioned. Plenty of her faces had their own, verifiable identities. It made it easier for the mannequin to move about in broad daylight, when needed.
Still dressed in her maid outfit, she greeted him with a quick bow and said, "We will talk here, if you don't mind." Although she sounded polite it was apparent that it didn't really matter much if he minded or not; they were going to talk outside, and he was not stepping in.
"I'd rather not disturb the mistress, you see. She requires rest, and a matter such as this requires . . . discretion," she spoke. implying as though Charlotte were unaware of their meeting. "Now, who are you, and what is it you want?" Her voice was even and eerily devoid of emotion. Aida had a phenomenally good poker face, which was a given as she did not truly have one. More than once she found it gave her an advantage during negotiations, when no one could discern her true intentions.
If this was an attempt at getting her to let her guard down, it was working. Whoever this boy was he was incredibly underwhelming, to put it nicely. To put it bluntly, he was kind of a dork. But his words bore considering; she didn't know what he knew, but it was clear he'd made found something out about her. Whether his offer to help her was genuine or otherwise would remain to be seen, but she would agree to meeting him - at least, meeting him in kind - at least until she could ascertain how much about her he knew. It would be dangerous if he had knowledge of something incriminating, or even worse, her identity. She'd play by ear with this one.
She'd let Aida make the opening move.
The mannequin instinctively understood her intent, and walked quickly back upstairs to her room. For Techster, he would be left in silence for a couple of minutes, with only Cheshire as his (unknowing) companion. Finally, the door opened.
Aida had donned a face - literally - to meet with young man, it was a face called "Camilla" - a fake maid with a real birth certificate that Charlotte had commissioned. Plenty of her faces had their own, verifiable identities. It made it easier for the mannequin to move about in broad daylight, when needed.
Still dressed in her maid outfit, she greeted him with a quick bow and said, "We will talk here, if you don't mind." Although she sounded polite it was apparent that it didn't really matter much if he minded or not; they were going to talk outside, and he was not stepping in.
"I'd rather not disturb the mistress, you see. She requires rest, and a matter such as this requires . . . discretion," she spoke. implying as though Charlotte were unaware of their meeting. "Now, who are you, and what is it you want?" Her voice was even and eerily devoid of emotion. Aida had a phenomenally good poker face, which was a given as she did not truly have one. More than once she found it gave her an advantage during negotiations, when no one could discern her true intentions.
@Old Amsterdam
Charlotte Carrolle Lutwidge
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"Put those reports on the pile over their, Aida."
The stoic mannequin complied with her request, placing a stack of papers neatly upon an ever growing pile of them. Her room, in simple terms, was a complete mess. Large towers of paper up to an adult man's height grew here and there, while photos and maps were haphazardly taped across the wall. Two large T.V. monitors dominated the space at the front of the room, while several smaller ones hovered above them. Presently a large portion of the king-sized bed was occupied by weapons and diagrams. Aida had pleaded with Charlotte more than once to let her clean it, the sight growing increasingly unbearable for her, though she did not voice it, but Charlotte refused. She'd rather not have her notes rearranged when she was quite aware of where she'd placed them; 'organized chaos' and all that.
As of current, she was working on something. A lead, at least, that was what she'd like to believe. Useful information with regards to her target was becoming increasingly difficult to grab hold off. Most data she was able to process turned out to be junk or simply a different variation of information she'd heard a hundred times over. She was loathed to admit it, but she was getting frustrated with the lack of development, and it may be affecting her judgement. She was even tempted to don White Knight and go into town for simple 'heroics' for a change of pace - as pointless as that course of action was it was still better than doing what was effectively nothing, and perhaps by stirring the rats nest, she might find something useful. She wasn't quite that desperate however, so for now she had to put up with absolutely irksome task of sorting out paperwork.
Sometimes it was not such a chore - there were times where she even enjoyed such work. Now, however, was not such a time.
"I hate taxes," she thought. It was a thought she wondered how many kids her age could empathize with. Aida may be a capable actress/maid/bodyguard, but she had neither the time nor head for management beyond combat situations. Perhaps she should look into using her powers to invest in a 'child' that could help her sort through all this vile paper work? It was certainly worth looking into . . .
"M'lady, I do hate to interrupt your session, but it appears we have an uninvited guest at our doors." That was Cheshire. The cat was nestling contentedly atop a pile of pillows that she was sure where not on her bed earlier. He probably brought them in sometime without her noticing.
She looked up at the smaller T.V. screens close to the ceilings and saw, that there was indeed someone at their door. She narrowed her eyes at the man. What was he, another solicitor? Or perhaps something more? Whatever the case, she determined that gate-guards would be another thing worth investing on.
"I don't want to be disturbed right now, Cheshire." She was busy. Whatever the man wanted, he could come tomorrow evening.
Nodding in response to her wordless request, the cat grinned and launched out of bed faster than she could blink. Aida took a moment, picked up a pistol from the bed, bowed, and followed after him. It was just like her to be prudent, in the case that this man needed to be removed by force. Speaking of prudent.
"White Knight . . ."
Cheshire arrived first, which was a given. Rather than meet their guest through the front door, the currently invisible cat perched atop the window sill above the man. Clearing his throat, he spoke loudly and clearly, making sure to get the man's attention.
"Alack, alay! I say indeed, what is this? What manner of creature are you? And to come to our doors at this unusual hour - how peculiar! Pray thee ser, dos't thou lost? Say it isn't so! We've no choice but to take you in - and yet, it would be better to turn away! Naught but straw-men and ghosts in this home, hee hee!"
It was his usual infuriating patter of speech. For some reason, whenever he wasn't speaking with Charlotte, he couldn't help but to speak in such a way. Perhaps it was similar to the phenomenon of children changing their way of speaking when not in the presence of their mothers - well, it wasn't as though he minded. He actually liked the way he spoke, after all.
Meanwhile, Aida had more or less arrived, staying behind the still shut door, her gun trained over at a spot on the door right behind which was the Techsters head, her finger steady on the trigger.
"Put those reports on the pile over their, Aida."
The stoic mannequin complied with her request, placing a stack of papers neatly upon an ever growing pile of them. Her room, in simple terms, was a complete mess. Large towers of paper up to an adult man's height grew here and there, while photos and maps were haphazardly taped across the wall. Two large T.V. monitors dominated the space at the front of the room, while several smaller ones hovered above them. Presently a large portion of the king-sized bed was occupied by weapons and diagrams. Aida had pleaded with Charlotte more than once to let her clean it, the sight growing increasingly unbearable for her, though she did not voice it, but Charlotte refused. She'd rather not have her notes rearranged when she was quite aware of where she'd placed them; 'organized chaos' and all that.
As of current, she was working on something. A lead, at least, that was what she'd like to believe. Useful information with regards to her target was becoming increasingly difficult to grab hold off. Most data she was able to process turned out to be junk or simply a different variation of information she'd heard a hundred times over. She was loathed to admit it, but she was getting frustrated with the lack of development, and it may be affecting her judgement. She was even tempted to don White Knight and go into town for simple 'heroics' for a change of pace - as pointless as that course of action was it was still better than doing what was effectively nothing, and perhaps by stirring the rats nest, she might find something useful. She wasn't quite that desperate however, so for now she had to put up with absolutely irksome task of sorting out paperwork.
Sometimes it was not such a chore - there were times where she even enjoyed such work. Now, however, was not such a time.
"I hate taxes," she thought. It was a thought she wondered how many kids her age could empathize with. Aida may be a capable actress/maid/bodyguard, but she had neither the time nor head for management beyond combat situations. Perhaps she should look into using her powers to invest in a 'child' that could help her sort through all this vile paper work? It was certainly worth looking into . . .
"M'lady, I do hate to interrupt your session, but it appears we have an uninvited guest at our doors." That was Cheshire. The cat was nestling contentedly atop a pile of pillows that she was sure where not on her bed earlier. He probably brought them in sometime without her noticing.
She looked up at the smaller T.V. screens close to the ceilings and saw, that there was indeed someone at their door. She narrowed her eyes at the man. What was he, another solicitor? Or perhaps something more? Whatever the case, she determined that gate-guards would be another thing worth investing on.
"I don't want to be disturbed right now, Cheshire." She was busy. Whatever the man wanted, he could come tomorrow evening.
Nodding in response to her wordless request, the cat grinned and launched out of bed faster than she could blink. Aida took a moment, picked up a pistol from the bed, bowed, and followed after him. It was just like her to be prudent, in the case that this man needed to be removed by force. Speaking of prudent.
"White Knight . . ."
Cheshire arrived first, which was a given. Rather than meet their guest through the front door, the currently invisible cat perched atop the window sill above the man. Clearing his throat, he spoke loudly and clearly, making sure to get the man's attention.
"Alack, alay! I say indeed, what is this? What manner of creature are you? And to come to our doors at this unusual hour - how peculiar! Pray thee ser, dos't thou lost? Say it isn't so! We've no choice but to take you in - and yet, it would be better to turn away! Naught but straw-men and ghosts in this home, hee hee!"
It was his usual infuriating patter of speech. For some reason, whenever he wasn't speaking with Charlotte, he couldn't help but to speak in such a way. Perhaps it was similar to the phenomenon of children changing their way of speaking when not in the presence of their mothers - well, it wasn't as though he minded. He actually liked the way he spoke, after all.
Meanwhile, Aida had more or less arrived, staying behind the still shut door, her gun trained over at a spot on the door right behind which was the Techsters head, her finger steady on the trigger.
@Old Amsterdam
@Old Amsterdam oh yeah that would be appreciated.
Ryuunosuke vs Siegfried
Finale
Ryuunosuke dropped his guard, letting his arms sway lamely to his sides, and tilted his head invitingly, looking practically defenseless as a challenge to the dragon. If he read his personality right, there was no way that the dragon wouldn't understand and react. For Ryuu, this was just a ploy to further his enjoyment - he'd gotten a taste of the dragons troublesome and so-far impenetrable defense, so now he wanted to test out if he had the offense to match it.
Siegfried nonchalantly fixed his hair as the Human concentrated on taunting him, using his hand to push his hair up, styling it in a way that prevented it from distracting him. "I'm far too annoyed to continue this little facade. If you're so fixed in pursuing your own demise, I shall comply to your wishes and take this play a little more seriously." The glow of his red, dragonic eyes seemed specially threatening as his golden aura started to expand, acting as an extension to his body and being covered by ripples that seemed to distort space on itself - a connection to his former prison and current weapon: The treasure hoard of Fafnir. He barely gave the human any time to think before this strange power demonstrated its might: Dozens of weapons were immediately impulsioned from the ripples towards the human, acting as projectiles that, while far from being as fast and deadly as the ones his father was able to shot from his mouth, could still cause a considerable damage while used against enemies that didn't have at least a mid ranked defensive ability due to the sheer quantity of projectiles.
"Thanks for playing along anyway!" thought Ryuunosuke, laughing maniacally as he charged headlong into the fray. His instincts guiding him, he wove through the hail of weapons heading towards him, coming off with a few scratches that would have hindered the movement of a normal human, though thanks to his own regeneration, he managed to keep moving. A few seconds in, he was already aware that as things were there was no coming through this unscathed, so he decided to switch things up.
An incoming spear heading towards him touched air as he twisted to the side and grabbed the weapon, using it to bat aside the rest of the ones incoming even as he made his way towards Sieg. There was no style or grace in his movements, simply a beast like efficiency that held no knowledge of nor respect for what was likely a sacred treasure in his hand.
At first, Ryuunosuke's crazy attempt of evading the weapons barely attracted Siegfried's attention - after all he didn't really need to care about these minor weapons as his father gathered such an absurd amount of these weapons that even If he maintained the bombardment for a few more days there would still be projectiles to spare - but that all changed in the next second, as the human dared to take one of his spears an used it as a club to deflect other weapons, instantly triggering the Dragon's wrath - A human touching his treasures was something unforgivable, even if he didn't care for the treasure.
He immediately leapt towards the daring human, his legs pressing the ground with such overwhelming strength that it instantly formed a small crater as he impulsioned himself towards the boy, his left leg moving towards the human's torso, completely exerting the might of his superhuman strength, carrying such a force that even the strongest barrier of a defense focused middle ranker couldn't possibly hope to stop - the force of a true high ranked Dragon, the species that boosted the strongest natural physical strength.
"FINALLY!" Ryuunosuke's roar resounded loudly as the dragon shot towards him with a sudden burst of speed. It took some time, but it looked like he finally got the lizard angry enough to actually attack him for once. As fun as the previous exchanges were, they were also getting repetitive; this was just what he needed to switch things up.
"Might have bitten off more than I can chew tho-" that was as far as that line of thought got before Sieg was upon him, moving so fast that he barely had time to react. Focusing chakra on his arm, he pushed back against the blow, his gut telling him that if he tried to block that he'd be a stain on the ground, and got sent flying a few dozen meters backwards for his trouble.
"Damn that hurts like a bitch," he thought, skidding through the dirt on landing. He checked the condition of his arm; purple all over and stinging like he'd stuck his hand in a beehive. Still, he managed to redirect most of the blows force away from him. His arm would take a few minutes to heal completely, and in that time he wouldn't be able to use it like he wanted, however, and he was acutely aware that his playmate probably wouldn't give him that time easily.
Neverthless, he grinned. His blood was pumping and his eyes were sharper than ever. It was situations like this that he lived for after all.
Siegfried didn't need to think to continue with his assault, his instincts did all the job, directly making him notice how the human avoided most of the damage of his blow and made him instinctively use his aura to stop his charge, stopping him from wasting time in the air, unable to move, and giving him the foothold needed to once more impulse himself towards the human, his eyes glowing in a dangerous way - a sign of how truly pissed he was - in despite of maintaining some rationality. His right hand immediately moved while forming a claw, seemingly intending to grip the human's head and slam it into the ground.
"Oh man you're angry now are-" he was cut-off as Siegfried once again jettisoned towards him, looking well and truly enraged. Once more, Ryuu took the seemingly reckless route and rather than move to avoid the claw aiming to squeeze his face like an orange, he stepped in quickly, shoulder first, ramming it into the dragon's gut.
The Dragon, in turn, didn't even try to completely avoid the blow, merely adjusting his position while directly using his golden aura - now fully manifested - to weaken the blow to the point where it was negligible and give him the opportunity to attack, directly impulsioning his knee towards the human that was now trapped inside his ideal attack range, with too little space between then to once more completely dodge his blows.
"Ah fuck," was his single thought as a knee connected solidly with his chest. Without much time to dodge the blow, he settled with mitigating the force by catching the leg as it hit. He still felt a few ribs cracking from the impact, but it could have been a lot worse.
"Eh? You're still alive after that..?" Siegfried sighed in a clear display of annoyance, indifferently stretching as if to purposefully give time to the human to recover his composure. "A human body is so inconvenient. Guess I'll have to take this play a little more seriously." The nonchalance in the dragon's voice almost passed the impression of indifference as he talked, something that could easily be dismissed due to how a stream of smoke was coming out of his nostrils - a sight that could hardly be considered as normal, considering how he was currently humanoid - as flames started to emerge from his skin. He was clearly once more about to leap towards the human in an even more violent way - going to the point of preparing his legs to impulse himself - before he suddenly stopped, as if magically bound by something, and his face contorted as it clearly demonstrated rage.
"HOW DARE YOU!?" He screamed in such a sudden way that it almost looked as if he had gone insane, his golden aura quickly spreading through the area to collect most of the weapons he used as projectiles in an instant - a desperate attempt of recovering most of his treasures before the magic casted by Tsumiki got a hold of him. "GRIMMOND, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He managed to once more yell before the glow around his body got stronger, eclipsing his body for an instant before it vanished together with it - obviously dragged away by a spell
Silence was all that was heard, as Ryuu, previously ready for the fight of a lifetime, stared at the empty space in front of him. It took him a few moments before he realized what had happened, and then . . .
"Pft . . . AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Throwing his head back, Ryuu laughed so hard his (broken) ribs hurt, any disappointment he felt at the fight ending so abruptly drowned out by the utter hilarity of the situation. "O-oh God, I should've brought a camera! T-the look on his face- BWAHAHAHAHA!"
After a few more rounds of laughter, Ryuu finally calmed down. With his opponent gone and with nothing else to do, Ryuunosuke decided it would be best to head out. As he began walking however, his eye caught something glinting in the sun, and he paused in his tracks. From a distance, he could clearly see what it was, and his grin widened.
It appeared the dragon hadn't succeeded in collecting all of his treasures. Here and there were a few weapons littered across the ground, at the very edge of where their fight had taken place.
"Don't mind if I do~" he muttered, walking towards them, a devilish smirk on his face.
Siegfried nonchalantly fixed his hair as the Human concentrated on taunting him, using his hand to push his hair up, styling it in a way that prevented it from distracting him. "I'm far too annoyed to continue this little facade. If you're so fixed in pursuing your own demise, I shall comply to your wishes and take this play a little more seriously." The glow of his red, dragonic eyes seemed specially threatening as his golden aura started to expand, acting as an extension to his body and being covered by ripples that seemed to distort space on itself - a connection to his former prison and current weapon: The treasure hoard of Fafnir. He barely gave the human any time to think before this strange power demonstrated its might: Dozens of weapons were immediately impulsioned from the ripples towards the human, acting as projectiles that, while far from being as fast and deadly as the ones his father was able to shot from his mouth, could still cause a considerable damage while used against enemies that didn't have at least a mid ranked defensive ability due to the sheer quantity of projectiles.
"Thanks for playing along anyway!" thought Ryuunosuke, laughing maniacally as he charged headlong into the fray. His instincts guiding him, he wove through the hail of weapons heading towards him, coming off with a few scratches that would have hindered the movement of a normal human, though thanks to his own regeneration, he managed to keep moving. A few seconds in, he was already aware that as things were there was no coming through this unscathed, so he decided to switch things up.
An incoming spear heading towards him touched air as he twisted to the side and grabbed the weapon, using it to bat aside the rest of the ones incoming even as he made his way towards Sieg. There was no style or grace in his movements, simply a beast like efficiency that held no knowledge of nor respect for what was likely a sacred treasure in his hand.
At first, Ryuunosuke's crazy attempt of evading the weapons barely attracted Siegfried's attention - after all he didn't really need to care about these minor weapons as his father gathered such an absurd amount of these weapons that even If he maintained the bombardment for a few more days there would still be projectiles to spare - but that all changed in the next second, as the human dared to take one of his spears an used it as a club to deflect other weapons, instantly triggering the Dragon's wrath - A human touching his treasures was something unforgivable, even if he didn't care for the treasure.
He immediately leapt towards the daring human, his legs pressing the ground with such overwhelming strength that it instantly formed a small crater as he impulsioned himself towards the boy, his left leg moving towards the human's torso, completely exerting the might of his superhuman strength, carrying such a force that even the strongest barrier of a defense focused middle ranker couldn't possibly hope to stop - the force of a true high ranked Dragon, the species that boosted the strongest natural physical strength.
"FINALLY!" Ryuunosuke's roar resounded loudly as the dragon shot towards him with a sudden burst of speed. It took some time, but it looked like he finally got the lizard angry enough to actually attack him for once. As fun as the previous exchanges were, they were also getting repetitive; this was just what he needed to switch things up.
"Might have bitten off more than I can chew tho-" that was as far as that line of thought got before Sieg was upon him, moving so fast that he barely had time to react. Focusing chakra on his arm, he pushed back against the blow, his gut telling him that if he tried to block that he'd be a stain on the ground, and got sent flying a few dozen meters backwards for his trouble.
"Damn that hurts like a bitch," he thought, skidding through the dirt on landing. He checked the condition of his arm; purple all over and stinging like he'd stuck his hand in a beehive. Still, he managed to redirect most of the blows force away from him. His arm would take a few minutes to heal completely, and in that time he wouldn't be able to use it like he wanted, however, and he was acutely aware that his playmate probably wouldn't give him that time easily.
Neverthless, he grinned. His blood was pumping and his eyes were sharper than ever. It was situations like this that he lived for after all.
Siegfried didn't need to think to continue with his assault, his instincts did all the job, directly making him notice how the human avoided most of the damage of his blow and made him instinctively use his aura to stop his charge, stopping him from wasting time in the air, unable to move, and giving him the foothold needed to once more impulse himself towards the human, his eyes glowing in a dangerous way - a sign of how truly pissed he was - in despite of maintaining some rationality. His right hand immediately moved while forming a claw, seemingly intending to grip the human's head and slam it into the ground.
"Oh man you're angry now are-" he was cut-off as Siegfried once again jettisoned towards him, looking well and truly enraged. Once more, Ryuu took the seemingly reckless route and rather than move to avoid the claw aiming to squeeze his face like an orange, he stepped in quickly, shoulder first, ramming it into the dragon's gut.
The Dragon, in turn, didn't even try to completely avoid the blow, merely adjusting his position while directly using his golden aura - now fully manifested - to weaken the blow to the point where it was negligible and give him the opportunity to attack, directly impulsioning his knee towards the human that was now trapped inside his ideal attack range, with too little space between then to once more completely dodge his blows.
"Ah fuck," was his single thought as a knee connected solidly with his chest. Without much time to dodge the blow, he settled with mitigating the force by catching the leg as it hit. He still felt a few ribs cracking from the impact, but it could have been a lot worse.
"Eh? You're still alive after that..?" Siegfried sighed in a clear display of annoyance, indifferently stretching as if to purposefully give time to the human to recover his composure. "A human body is so inconvenient. Guess I'll have to take this play a little more seriously." The nonchalance in the dragon's voice almost passed the impression of indifference as he talked, something that could easily be dismissed due to how a stream of smoke was coming out of his nostrils - a sight that could hardly be considered as normal, considering how he was currently humanoid - as flames started to emerge from his skin. He was clearly once more about to leap towards the human in an even more violent way - going to the point of preparing his legs to impulse himself - before he suddenly stopped, as if magically bound by something, and his face contorted as it clearly demonstrated rage.
"HOW DARE YOU!?" He screamed in such a sudden way that it almost looked as if he had gone insane, his golden aura quickly spreading through the area to collect most of the weapons he used as projectiles in an instant - a desperate attempt of recovering most of his treasures before the magic casted by Tsumiki got a hold of him. "GRIMMOND, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He managed to once more yell before the glow around his body got stronger, eclipsing his body for an instant before it vanished together with it - obviously dragged away by a spell
Silence was all that was heard, as Ryuu, previously ready for the fight of a lifetime, stared at the empty space in front of him. It took him a few moments before he realized what had happened, and then . . .
"Pft . . . AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Throwing his head back, Ryuu laughed so hard his (broken) ribs hurt, any disappointment he felt at the fight ending so abruptly drowned out by the utter hilarity of the situation. "O-oh God, I should've brought a camera! T-the look on his face- BWAHAHAHAHA!"
After a few more rounds of laughter, Ryuu finally calmed down. With his opponent gone and with nothing else to do, Ryuunosuke decided it would be best to head out. As he began walking however, his eye caught something glinting in the sun, and he paused in his tracks. From a distance, he could clearly see what it was, and his grin widened.
It appeared the dragon hadn't succeeded in collecting all of his treasures. Here and there were a few weapons littered across the ground, at the very edge of where their fight had taken place.
"Don't mind if I do~" he muttered, walking towards them, a devilish smirk on his face.
I'm still here, just going through stuff right now. I'll get a post up by Wednesday at the very latest.
@NobodiesHero
I've taken time to read through the IC and being honest I'm not seeing what your seeing - so far, there have only been two interactions that have anything sexual featured in them: Fia and Edge, and anything involving Alph; the latter is well within their characters, while the former was more comedic than sexual.
Lance and Fairi was hardly sexual at all, while Lawan and the twins is diabetically cute.
It's also a bit early to take issue with it, seeing as this RP is barely into day 1
I've taken time to read through the IC and being honest I'm not seeing what your seeing - so far, there have only been two interactions that have anything sexual featured in them: Fia and Edge, and anything involving Alph; the latter is well within their characters, while the former was more comedic than sexual.
Lance and Fairi was hardly sexual at all, while Lawan and the twins is diabetically cute.
It's also a bit early to take issue with it, seeing as this RP is barely into day 1
Interested.
Name:
Charlotte Carrolle Lutwidge
Epic Identity:
Looking-Glass
Age:
12
Faction:
Epic [Neutral]
Charlotte Carrolle Lutwidge
Epic Identity:
Looking-Glass
Age:
12
Faction:
Epic [Neutral]
Ability:
Charlotte's main ability is the permanent animation of otherwise mundane objects. These objects cannot be organic or living in nature, such as a tree or plant and neither can it be from any form of electronics with calculative abilities surpassing a calculator. Upon animation the object brought to life gains immediate sentience and sturdiness far surpassing its original state; how far exactly it surpasses the original is dependent on how much Charlotte is willing to sacrifice. They also gain abilities comparable to other Epics. Again, the potency of their abilities is dependent on how much Charlotte is willing to surrender.
Her creations are permanently sentient and can act of their own accord without instructions from her. A creation "dies" if its body is wrecked beyond repair. Charlotte can feel the death of her creations no matter the distance, as well as experience what they're experiencing at any given moment. All her creations possess a mental link with her and each other, allowing for instantaneous communication no matter how far apart they are.
Her creations are permanently sentient and can act of their own accord without instructions from her. A creation "dies" if its body is wrecked beyond repair. Charlotte can feel the death of her creations no matter the distance, as well as experience what they're experiencing at any given moment. All her creations possess a mental link with her and each other, allowing for instantaneous communication no matter how far apart they are.
Weakness:
Charlotte's ability comes at a great cost - per every creation she gives life to, a corresponding toll is taken out on her lifespan; even further, during the creation process a backlash occurs that affects her physical health in proportion to the strength of the creation; small, weak creations can cause her to have heart palpitations, and even further than that can lead up to an outright heart attack.
Her creations, while fully autonomous even while she's asleep, will "shut down" temporarily should Charlotte's hands be bound in any way, and will remain in this state until her hands are untied.
Her creations, while fully autonomous even while she's asleep, will "shut down" temporarily should Charlotte's hands be bound in any way, and will remain in this state until her hands are untied.
Personality:
Taciturn, quiet, and meticulous; she's often acts a no-nonsense person and prefers working than playing, often overdoing it to the point of abusing her already fragile health.
Charlotte is someone who, when set out to a task, will aim to execute it as perfectly as possible. Despite her age she's very goal oriented and does not easily get sidetracked - in fact, her focus is such that it's borders on obsession. She does not get angry or hate people easily - in fact, she has a hard time developing grudges at all - however, once someone or something has become a target of her vindication, she won't stop for the rest of her life until that grudge is settled.
She tries to be act like a grown-up, and definitely pulls it off most of the time, but she has yet to understand that tragedy doesn't make you mature, and in truth, she's a lot more childish than she makes herself out to be.
Charlotte is someone who, when set out to a task, will aim to execute it as perfectly as possible. Despite her age she's very goal oriented and does not easily get sidetracked - in fact, her focus is such that it's borders on obsession. She does not get angry or hate people easily - in fact, she has a hard time developing grudges at all - however, once someone or something has become a target of her vindication, she won't stop for the rest of her life until that grudge is settled.
She tries to be act like a grown-up, and definitely pulls it off most of the time, but she has yet to understand that tragedy doesn't make you mature, and in truth, she's a lot more childish than she makes herself out to be.
Appearance:
A girl short for her age, with short, black, bob cut hair and wide green eyes; pale skinned and with unhealthy looking bags under her eyes, she often looks older than she actually is. Her face is fixed with a permanent frown and her eyes are always intense.
@Demon Shinobi
Is Tsukimi or any other person asides Kohana watching the duel between Seig and Ryu? If so we're going to need a reaction before we get our next collab up.
Is Tsukimi or any other person asides Kohana watching the duel between Seig and Ryu? If so we're going to need a reaction before we get our next collab up.
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