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Gabriel


Gabriel walked out, bag slung over her shoulder and a hand buried deep in the pocket of her jacket. She had a nonplussed look on her face as she swaggered through the crowd of more-or-less chipper students.

She was just happy to be off the damn train. There was hardly any room to walk around, and she was aching to stretch her legs. Though even if the sight of land was a sight better than that dull train, it didn't help her appreciate it any. The fact of the matter was, she was practically thrown here after her family decided theu had no idea what to do with her.

She snorted; big surprise there. Her attitude wasn't necessarily the best, but she could hold back enough for it to not cause too much of a scene - the problem was, she didn't cause a scene, she caused a motherfucking spectacle.

That was enough for her old man to ship her here, not that he blamed him. Still thought it was a dick move though.

So anyway, here she was, and while she wasn't thinking anything sappy like 'Ooh I hope I can make new friends' she did hope that she didn't die of total boredom during her stay here.

While she was thinking about this, she had gone through a myriad of foodstuffs that she had been continuously pulling out from her bag, since the moment she'd stepped out.

Several dozen strips of jerky, a couple of sandwhiches, a few energy bars, an apple, and currently in hand were three skewers of barbecue that were quickly being devoured.

All that food gone in a matter of minutes.

Gabriel turned, her attention drawn to the . . . Is that plant?

"Aye, that's a plant alright," she muttered to herself.
Name:
Gabriel Juliet Mary Kingsman

Sex:
Female

Age:
17

Nationality:
Filipino

Alteration:
Energy Overload - Gabriel is capable of consuming inhuman amounts of food and expelling them in one colossal burst of energy that grants her super strength, speed, and the ability to emit heat and electricity from her body. Passively, her alteration also grants her suitable durability and resistance to heat and voltage, superior reflexes and reaction time, and an increased anabolism that translates into faster healing (but only while resting).

Downside: The most obvious downside would be: no food = no power; if she doesn't eat, she has no energy to expel. After overloading, she is barely able to move afterwards - although the amount of time she can spend in her overloaded state is proportional to the amount of food she consumed beforehand. Due to the toll of the ability on her body, she needs thrice as long the average amount of sleep in order to fully recover from overloading, and even when she hasn't used it, still requires more sleep than normal.


Rarity:
TBD

Preferred Classes:
P.E., Science (Biology, Chemistry), Home-Ec

Personality:
Abrasive and confrontational, Gabriel is a girl that's rough around the edges. She can be blunt to the point of rudeness, and responds badly to (perceived) criticism. She's stubborn, sometimes unnecessarily so, even to herself. She embarrasses easily, but covers it up with her aggressiveness. An 'in the moment' sort of person, she has a passion for movement and love for merrymaking - as quick to make friends as she is to get into a fight with them. Likes a challenge. Dislikes getting others involved with her problems. Highly independent.

Appearance:
With a youthful face and an athletic body that looked like it was carved by an artist out of marble, Gabriel has olive-toned skin and light brown hair. Her charcoal-black eyes are sharp, black, with thick eyebrows. Her messy long hair is usually done up in a ponytail, or otherwise just left loose.
"Thank you," Phoebe nodded curtly, and with a quick turn, headed out. The first thing she did was collect her reward from Angela. As an A-rank mission, the reward was substantial, which served her well since she was starving.

In her hurry to ask about the S-rank trials, she'd forgotten about her meal. She rectified this with a quick visit to the guild hall.

While chewing over her food, she went over the information she was given. The S-rank trials were a collaboration with Harpy's Wing this time around. She imagined that more than riled up a few feathers.

In any case, teams had already been formed, and in order to participate she had to join one. That was inconvenient - she hasn't worked with a team in a long, long time. Her personality just didn't mesh well with others.

But she had no choice. She had to become S-rank.

That being said, her options were limited, and time was dwindling. After a moments deliberation, made her way to the town square.


Phoebe pushed her hood up, shying away from the crowds of festival-goers that had gathered. She looked around for Vega and his team - it was only natural. His team was comprised of all Golem's Hand members, and despite his . . . personality problems, he was a capable mage.

If she could just tolerate his presence enough, then they'd make for a powerful team.


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Phoebe

Locations: ??? || Interactions: N/A

Phoebe looked around at the dimly lit cavern that had recently been restyled as a ramshackle hideout for a minor dark guild. The members of said guild now surrounded her, armed and ready; the feeling of magic being charged in the air was thick and palpable, and being intimately familiar with this feeling, she was aware that her - admittedly feeble - attempts at negotiation had broken down, and a fight would inevitably break out soon.

Jacobii Flesh-eaters, the dark guild in question, and numbering around 30-odd members of varying magical ability, was a dark guild that, while relatively a non-threat compared to other, more infamous dark guilds, had drawn attention to itself through various acts of atrocities, the most well-known of which was its members disturbing practice of devouring human flesh in order to fuel their more obscene magic abilities, from which its name was derived.

If that weren't enough, they were known to have practiced human sacrifice on a routine basis. At first, the reports had been chalked off as another of their demented rituals - only to later recoil in fear and panic as they discovered that it was indeed a "ritual"; an actual magical ceremony designed to activate magic far beyond the capabilities of a single mage.

The specific aim for this ritual was what brought her here. After all, she would never condone the summoning of demons, regardless if one's intentions were benevolent or not.

The fact that it was the latter simply made it so much easier for her.

"So," she muttered, her normally subdued voice amplified by the deathly quiet that filled the cavern, in spite of the sheer number of people surrounding her, "am I to take that as a 'no'?"

"KILL HER!"

And so to battle.

The Jacobii Flesh-eaters were actually somewhat impressive, she observed. For a minor dark guild, they had an adequate amount of resources, a not insignificant number of members, some of which were actually mages of skill, and their guild leader was skilled in coordinating his guild members, making them an effective fighting force rather than a ragtag bunch of bandits with magic - an actual guild, so to speak.

That there was over 30 of them warranted this mission an A-class label, as well as a recommendation to do this as a party. In some ways, that she had come here alone would have been considered reckless, a bit foolish even. Even a party of A-class mages would have trouble with this many opponents. In the normal course of events, she would have been swarmed and defeated after bitterly struggling against them.

But for all her faults and glaring deficiencies, for all that there were many that whispered behind her back and doubted, one thing remained true:

She was considered border S-class for a reason.

The members of Jacobii paused and blinked in confusion, as the little girl that had suddenly waltzed into the middle of their hideout and demanded their unconditional surrender disappeared. There was no flash of light, no magic that they could see, and yet, the girl was no longer there.

"Come."

Turning around, their eyes collectively widened as they saw her standing idly, arms relaxed at her side, and with a bored expression. What truly caught their attention, however, was the array of floating spears of light arranged menacingly behind her. The light from those javelins eclipsed the light of the torches arranged across the walls of cavern, and blinded several of them.

Before any of them could comprehend what was happening, the spears fell.

It was a one-sided battle. No matter what spells and curses they threw at the girl, she remained unaffected, somehow dodging each and every one, while hurtling towards them an unending barrage of light. Their numbers dwindled quickly, and soon, there was only one was left standing.

"M-monster!" cried the last member of Jacobii, their guild leader, an B-ranked mage by the name of Jacob Imber. In utter desperation, he opened his mouth, and from it, a dark hand pulsing with malicious energy shot towards Phoebe, aiming to grip her neck. To his utter astonishment, the hand went straight through the girl, passing through her neck and embedding itself in the wall behind her. "H-how?!"

"A trick of the light, it seems."

A familiar voice from behind him made his heart stop for a beat, and he turned pale as he slowly turned around to face the one that spoke.

There stood another Phoebe, just as relaxed with the same uncaring look as the one in front of him. His mind reeled as he realized the implications. All this time, he and his comrades had been aiming their spells at an illusion, when the real mage was-!

His thoughts cut off as another spear of light impaled him through the stomach.

The cavern was silent once again, the only sound that could be heard was his body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Phoebe walked forwards, stepping over the collapsed bodies of the dark guild, making her way towards a room in the back of the cavern. Blasting the locked door apart without preamble, she stepped inside, and spotted her prize.

A book on demon summoning. Where and how they procured it where secondary concerns; right now, she had a more pressing matter to attend to.

Another spear shot towards the book, immolating it completely. Phoebe watched it burn, and though her face remained expressionless as ever, the fires that reflected in her eyes told perhaps of a different story.

Her job done, she took out the communications lacrima in her satchel. "I'm finished. Send someone to arrest the survivors," she said. With that done, she made way to exit the cavern.

With the way it was situated near the top of a cliff, Phoebe had a good vantage point. She should return to the guild soon, and report her success to the master. The guild was about 47 kilometers from here. It shouldn't take too long then . . .



Locations: Luna Crescente - Golem's Hand Guild Hall || Interactions: Deslin


She arrived in her room with a brief flash of light, and shook the dust off her cloak. She'd been gone three days -
she owed Deslin a report. Before that however, food. The mountains the Jacobii Flesh-eaters hid in wasn't a good place to look for food,
and she hadn't eaten anything for nearly two days.

She was starving.

The first thing she noticed when she exited her room was that it was loud. Really loud. It surprised her for a moment, before she recalled that they were making preparations for the festival when she left. That means it was already underway, and she'd missed the announcement for the S-class trials.

Inconvenient, but she only had herself to blame for taking so long. Besides, a quick trip to Deslin's office would rectify that. A moment later, Phoebe knocked gently on his door, and let herself it. She greeted Deslin with a quick nod.

"Back, Master. Mission was a total success."

Well, near total success, anyway. The quest specified that retrieving summoning book intact was preferred. The book, was unfortunately "caught in the crossfire", as she explained to the mage knights that were there to confirm the completion of her quest. They couldn't penalize her though, since it was optional.

Back to the matter at hand.

"The S-class trials, when?"

She needed to get promoted. The sooner, the better. There were things she was limited to doing as an A-class, missions she wanted - no, needed - to take that were kept away from her by the barrier of her rank. Missions like demon-hunting, for instance.

Finally caught up to the IC. I'll have a post up shortly.



@Lord Sawsaw2 Made the edits. Added two additional drawbacks and a cooldown time.
@Lord Sawsaw2 Here she is, along with the additional changes discussed.

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