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Grimoiric Heart

Interesting. If it's by the Brothers Grimm, it falls under Fable more likely. Grimoire ranks are determined by how much influence they've had over humanity and history, hence Fable, Legend, and Myth. If we stick to the Owl, I think we can manage it with the tweaks we mentioned.

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@Siber

Character discussion is definitely welcome in the OOC segment.

The issue with her fear power is more so it’d be useless against the Pageless, who have no emotions or human desires to prey on. I can see it working on the other girls if she had, say, an Altered Grimoire but that seems like it does more harm than benefit for her.

As for changing her Grimoire, that depends on the owl aspect. I’m a little confused on what her original Grimoire was so we can start with clarifying that. Is her story the superstition and urban legend humans have of owls? A Grimoire can be most of any story so long as it makes sense and isn’t too vague.

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@Siber

We can take in 1-2 more people so you’re welcome to join. Follow the thread link above.

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Oooh this sounds interesting. Are you still looking for people?

@Dao Ma

Yep, we can take in a few more people. Here's the thread link.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

The Red Scholar

REAN WESTFALL

Envoy of Reemis | Scholar | 26 | Human | Neutral Good

Coatless

SKILLS:
• Unspoken Scripture: First and foremost, above all else, Rean is a scholar. Although she dabbles in the arcane and has even picked up the blade to better defend herself, her true passions and skills lie in the texts. Years of experience have made her adept in transcribing, translating, and overall making clear what is unknown from common knowledge. She has a unique specialty for language, though how much of this is of her own making and not boons from the gods remains to be seen.

• Arcane Nature: Despite her inherent nature for the finer things in life, Rean's life has taken her down the arcane path. All of this can be traced back to her initial interest in the Devulga and through it she's able to channel a number of fascinating spells to her quarry. Although she is no fighter, she's adept in magic enough to get by and keep herself alive when her scholarly antics lead her to less than savory explorations. Because all of her spells are channeled through the Devulga, they manifest as a deep crimson coloration befitting of the scholar's preferred fashion choice. It's very coincidental.

• Culinary Arts: The pitfalls of any scientist, tutor, or really individual of the learning craft are universal. It is not uncommon for those devoted to their work to neglect their own mental state and health for the pursuit of their studies. Thankfully, Rean has enough foresight to at least keep herself fed. As such she's become quite the remarkable chef by upbringing and her own curiosities in what meals were efficient. Despite the near-callous nature of her meal preparation, she's actually had little complaint when her dishes are tried by others. Had she any more foresight she might consider a secondary career in the culinary arts.

GEAR:
• Devulga: A magical tome bound in “wine-soaked leather”, the Devulga is a family keepsake for the Westfalls. Rean herself doesn’t quite understand its origins or its secrets, but it remains both a journal of recording for her studies and as a magical conduit for her spells. The tome itself sometimes acts as if it holds a mind of its own, though Rean holds theories for this explanation. The most prominent speculation is the tome acts as a possible link for Reemis to contact her through the physical world. Whatever the case, the Devulga is Rean’s most faithful companion with a variety of spells of which include summoning crimson bursts of fire and energy, conjuring red winds, creating blood-soaked spectral “limbs”, and finally a darker breed of magic whose contents are whispered only in hushed tones.

• Steel Sword: Very aware of the dangers of a changing world, it wasn't unreasonable for Rean to pick up the art of combat. Thus, she carries with her a prim steel sword for those rare occasions when words have no effect and magic cannot simply erode away the obstacle in front of her.

• Crimson Coat: A red coat gifted by her family. Rean is seldom seen without it as it is her usual choice of travel attire over her outfit. The coat is properly taken care of whenever Rean gets the chance with little crease or wear to show for it. It's a rather reliable and robust piece of companionship, able to power its owner through the most incremental of weather.

FLAWS:
• Curiosity Kills: Strictly speaking, Rean is no fighter. When faced with anything requiring physical needs she'll often deviate the work to others much more capable. Indeed, she only learned basic swordsmanship as a necessary survival tool. Although she specializes in magic more than other forms of combat, all of her spells are mitigated and channeled through the Devulga. Should a dangerous situation present itself to her, you'll find Rean the first to flee or at the very least, let someone else handle the problem.

• Misplaced Devotion: Sadly, even Rean may fall to the seduction of her own work. Like any alchemist on the break of a new miracle or a magician grafting a new spell, Rean is also prone to losing herself devotedly in her studies. More prominently, if she has her mind on a goal or something to achieve, she will toss away whatever else she's doing in the pursuit of that new boon. The results often lead to messy outbreaks in her wake as well as quite a few people more than annoyed with her, from their perspective, unapologetic ways. Being a successful people person is often a fifty-fifty shot with her.

• Double Nature: Rean is, for the most part, a law abiding citizen. While she can be ignorant of other's feelings or even headstrong into her own goals, she's often more eccentric than outright malicious. However, there are times where her curiosity and interest in whatever she's studying briefly override her morals. It's so much more interesting, so much more efficient to take certain paths that may be frowned upon by others. But what is the sake of the individual to the greater good? Sometimes, sometimes Rean may cross a line to gain her answers. How much of this is of her own choosing or of a result by Reemis remains to be seen like many things about her.

BIOGRAPHY:
• For as long as anyone could remember, the Westfalls have always been a respectable family who pooled their life’s works and resources into the many libraries they hold monopoly over. Thriving within the Nuniel Empire, the Westfalls were acknowledged in no short part due to their wealth of information. The majority of libraries that dotted the empire, of course, listed their name as owner and benefactor. Despite being looked down upon by the military culture of Nuniel elites and higher-ranked families, the Westfalls remained a popular household name for the poor and others deemed as such.

Thus, Rean-if she could even be called that-was surrounded by family books and scriptures for as far back as she could remember along with the numerous other texts the Westfalls coveted and collected. She didn’t know when it happened, when the Envoy of Reemis, God of Vengeance, melded into her flesh and became one with her being. And yet, it must have been extremely early in her life, of this much she reasons. There was always something off about her, even among the rest of her family. Whereas the Westfalls were a mostly private bunch, sticking to their texts and dusty libraries, Rean always sought more, to explore more, to seek out more.

It wasn’t very long before such ambitions grew out of hand and she felt compelled to leave the empire’s territory for her own purpose. Of course, such purpose was by the hand of Reemis, of the Envoy that puppeted her flesh. The desire to find this prophecy, to contain it, to learn more about it fueled her harder than any other passion in her life. Driven by her own curiosities and compelled by this prophecy, Rean eventually found herself in Latis.

Oh, she was curious indeed to meet her fellow Envoys, to discover what the gods truly had in store for her. Curious indeed…or perhaps it was some desire of selfishness and respite just as the god who claimed a piece of her denoted. Whatever the case, she was sure it’d no doubt at least be amusing. Still, she wonders, why would the God of Vengeance ever find any interest in her…

???: Secrets of a time yet to come.

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Welcome @FrogRFlowR.

I don't see anything wrong with Maria and she fits in well with the other girls. She's approved; you can put her in the Character Tab and post whenever you can. If you have any questions of what's going on IC or how to slide in, just ask.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

Expect a character probably tomorrow.

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The evening training session began with a crack and a notion for flare. It was just like Valeria to show off like that and in some ways, she never did change from all those years. Charlotte found it amusing but she was far too used to the German Magical Girl’s antics; so much so she could practically predict what she’d do next. That’s why her attention was affixed not to the class below but to the resonating pool of heat and magic that was Chinami beside her. She gave the other girl a small smile as she approached, neither callous nor judging, only as cool as the brisk air.

“Mhrn. It could have gone worse,” she pointed out. She had no doubt the earlier display took a hit on the Magical Girl’s pride, especially when she carried around Arthur’s Grimoire. She was further unphased by Chinami’s glance and the bitterness in her tone. If anything, it invoked a soft sigh from Charlotte and she leaned further back against the platform railing. “Hey now, don’t be like that. You of all people should know if the Grand Minister doesn’t want anyone around, they don’t have a chance of getting an audience with her. Cut me some slack here.”

Charlotte flicked her sight on the arena as Valeria’s voice announced the start of their training along with the harsh mechanical whirs of her summon. It proved a fine distraction to gather her own thoughts. “Besides, what’s done is done. The teams are getting moved around now that Lucette's placed on an extended mission.” That must have been news for Chinami; indeed, it was sudden for the redhead too, but she had long since learned not to read too much into strange events.

“It’s funny. It’s almost like you’re being pushed to step up,” Charlotte mused. She turned her front half around and mirrored Chinami’s posture. “If it were up to me, I’d probably say you’re better off solo. Not everyone is cut out for being on a team; but we’re stronger in numbers. The Grand Minister is thinking it over, but I put in a good word for you in making the teams….more tolerable.” There was pretense in the air, super charged with physical heat just as much as the magic leaking off Chinami. Charlotte never broke her gaze from the arena below.

“So. That all aside, let’s get to the real question for tonight. How long are you going to pretend your magic isn’t bothering you?”

As if invoking her words into reality, Bonnie appeared before the two girls and commented on the fact. “Hey hey Bonnie. Came to watch the fun?” Charlotte asked with an easy chuckle. “Don’t mind Chinami here, she’s just had a trip from the school sauna is all.” Her smile grew wider from the third girl’s appearance, a different notion from her expression just moments ago.

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We can take in a few more people so bump bump.

Prophetiae Adventum: D&d inspired world, Fantasy Adventure

I’ll keep an eye on this and on Atrix.