TruthHurts22

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Oh, god, I just noticed there was a direct reference to Subject 7 in the OP. Whoops! Missed that the first read-through.

Is there going to be a Discord for the game, or no?

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@TruthHurts22 Don't want to impose, but if you don't mind, then I'd appreciate the swap! haha, just for the sake of my stupid theme-obsession.

@Eleven

No problem!

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

I'm good to swap numbers if ya really want! I went 7 cuz, I just liked it. :p

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Alex

#10

C E N T I M A N E

• P h y s i c a l A g e •
15
• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Male
• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
France

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Amiable + Perceptive + Creative
- Ruthless - Entitled - Opportunistic
* Be Their Better * Make His Mark * Live Forever

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Hundred Hands | #10's Miracle allows him to form hands and arms by the hundreds, invisible save for the bright blue hand-prints that shine wherever the hands lay. Each projected hand is as strong as his own, relying on strength in numbers to manipulate and wrestle with larger objects and sturdier people. Astral in form, #10 is able to hold things with his Hands that would normally be dangerous - incredible temperatures, sharp edges, poisonous to the touch. His reach is far, able to grab anything within his sight, no matter the distance. Of course, if he can't see it, he can't grasp it, relying on where he perceives things to be when in darkness or what's behind him.

#10 is incredibly proficient in the arts, music and painting and writing et al, owing in part to his dexterous hands. In the same vein, he's quick on his feet, able to weave himself like the wind.
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A p p e t i t e L v l :: 3

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Awesome! I'll send him over to the Char tab.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Alex

#7

C E N T I M A N E

• P h y s i c a l A g e •
15
• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Male
• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
France

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Amiable + Perceptive + Creative
- Ruthless - Entitled - Opportunistic
* Be Their Better * Make His Mark * Live Forever

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Hundred Hands | #7's Miracle allows him to form hands and arms by the hundreds, invisible save for the bright blue hand-prints that shine wherever the hands lay. Each projected hand is as strong as his own, relying on strength in numbers to manipulate and wrestle with larger objects and sturdier people. Astral in form, #7 is able to hold things with his Hands that would normally be dangerous - incredible temperatures, sharp edges, poisonous to the touch. His reach is far, able to grab anything within his sight, no matter the distance. Of course, if he can't see it, he can't grasp it, relying on where he perceives things to be when in darkness or what's behind him.

#7 is incredibly proficient in the arts, music and painting and writing et al, owing in part to his dexterous hands. In the same vein, he's quick on his feet, able to weave himself like the wind.
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A p p e t i t e L v l :: 3

World of Light

Level 1
Location: Lumbridge -> Deep Lake

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(Never figured that I’d be doing odd jobs again…)

Phoenix’s time in Lumbridge had been interesting, to say the least. He felt like he stuck out like a sore blue thumb in this place. His attempts to ingratiate himself failed; not only was it hard to adapt to a life without the modern comforts he grew up with, but Lumbridge didn’t need a lawyer like him. Crimes were basic and suspects were just thrown into jail for a while. He was a complete moot point.

And that’s why Phoenix was standing at the entrance to the Guild Hall in the center of town, adjust his collar and cuffs over and over to try and stave off the heat. Since his attempts to strike up a law firm in Lumbridge never got off the ground, Phoenix was at the end of his rope. He needed money. The best way of getting that was through quests, though Phoenix tried to avoid questing. Way too dangerous for him!

“Maybe there’s some simple quests up today,” Phoenix said to himself, staring up at the Guild’s castle walls. “A delivery of milk. Or sheep herding. I can herd some sheep, definitely.”

Not far off, the indecisive first-timer picked up the attention of an onlooker. A small group of adventurers, their departure taking them past Phoenix as he entered, had left behind a young woman with long pink hair in giant twintails. Despite being alone by fellow quest-goers, the girl didn’t seem particularly bothered. Instead, she appeared to be deep in thought until her gaze settled on Phoenix, and an idea lit up her eyes. She stood up, headed over, and tapped on the older man’s shoulder. “...Excuse me?”

Phoenix was broken out of his introspection, already lost in thought about the best herding practices. “O-Oh, hello. Is there something I can do for you?”

The girl gave a radiant smile, closing her eyes for a moment as she did. “Hello there! I’m Hilda. Actually, since you offered, there kinda is something you can help me with. See, I was supposed to go out with a couple others on a job at the lake southeast of here, dealing with some fish. Thing is, I’m just no good at that sort of thing.” She threw up her hands, pouting helplessly. “Gross, scaly little things, wriggling around, ugh! I’d be totally useless. But, I’ve gotta go…” She made no request, instead letting the complaint hang in the air with a resigned expression.

Hilda, huh? Phoenix listened to her complaint, awkwardly side-stepping out of the doorway while facing her. “You have to go catch some fish..? Is that really that big of an issue?” (Then again, she does seem pretty delicate,) Phoenix thought. “I could do that for you, if you’d like, miss,” Phoenix said, straightening his back and fixing his tie.

Instantly, Hilda seized his hand in her and squeezed it. “Oh, thank you, thank you! You’re a lifesaver.” Letting go just as quickly, she scooted to the side to clear the way to the door for her new best friend. As he passed, she gave a genial wave and handed him her contract card. “Good luck out there!” Something occurred to her, and for a moment her brow furrowed. “Uh...and be careful! Some of those suckers can be preeeeetty big. Thanks again…!”

“Uh, thanks! You’re welcome?” Phoenix hurried out the door as Hilda motioned for him to leave, swept up in the girl’s enthusiasm. Before he knew what was happening, Phoenix stood right back outside, back against the Guild’s door. He stood there for a brief second, looking around and trying to piece his thoughts together. And then he realized something…

“Hey, you didn’t tell me which lake!” Phoenix turned to the door, yelling through it. He doubted she could hear him, though.

Not too far in front of him, a couple of boys were headed southeast as well, their movement bearing an obvious sense of direction in mind. Both wore light armor over their clothes, one blue and one red, and they shared an infectious sort of genuine spirit. Swords in tow, they journeyed onward as a good pace, discussing strategies for taking out fish in with enthusiasm and intensity. Phoenix didn’t pay them a lot of mind for a moment, but then he caught a bit of their conversation.

“Fish?” Phoenix looked in their direction, then down to the card in his hand. “Oh! Hey, wait up! I think I’m supposed to be going with you!” Phoenix sprinted after the boys, waving his contract in the air.

He probably should’ve asked himself why they had swords and armor if they were just catching some fish.

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The kids accepted the lawyer, a weird but nevertheless welcome fellow since his arrival in the town, with open arms and set off again in earnest. The trio’s trip encompassed primarily rolling plains, with long grass billowing in the wind and only a few scattered creatures here and there. Wildflowers bloomed in the green, and to the east they could see the fields of wild wheat no doubt to be the subject of their own quest before long. chocobos dug around for gysahl greens, pokemon like bunnelby scampered between burrows, and herds of goats roamed rocky knolls. No threats presented themselves beneath the warm afternoon sun, and the invigorating stroll soon brought the three to their destination.

After cresting a hill, a blue expanse stretched out before them. Since the weekly rollover, the region had been scouted a fair bit already, with reports describing the verdant growth around the lake and the few odd amenities both near and upon it. In particular, a colorfully-roofed structure floated on the water, home to a couple clowns running an amusement service.

It was around now that Phoenix finally realized that this wasn’t an ordinary fishing trip. He’d grown suspicious when they arrived at the lake and he noticed not one of them had any fishing rods or spears on them. “Are we getting supplies in that big house?” Phoenix asked, looking to the pair for approval.

Gran and Euden shook their heads, looking grim. They hastened down the hill, approaching the water’s edge with Phoenix in tow. A number of floats and bridges provided a route to the funhouse, and the boys hurried across. Barely had they set foot on the first float than the water began to bubble, and from beneath the surface rose spear-wielding wretches neither fully human nor piscine. “There! Let’s take ‘em down,” Euden called, drawing his sword. Nodding, Gran did the same.

Bubbling abhorrently, the monsters moved in to attack. Luckily for Phoenix, his two armed comrades divided the fish’s attention, giving him enough time to backpedal away from the aquatic monsters. But more bubbles emerged along the floating bridge, surrounding him as he broke away from protection.

(Way to go, Phoenix. Run away from the only people who can keep you alive.)

Letting out a fearful cry, Phoenix rushed further up the bridge, tripping and stumbling his way across the buoyant platforms and towards what he hoped was safety: the floating house.

World of Light

From The Ashes

Name: Phoenix Wright

Game Origin: Ace Attorney

Appearance: "Objection!"

Personality: Phoenix is calm, cool, and collected, an easy-going guy who likes to roll with the punches life deals him and go with the flow. Or, rather, he'd like to be that. In low-stress situations Phoenix is as relaxed as he seems, his guard a bit too down and a tad gullible, though when the stakes get raised or he comes to task, any semblance of 'chill' quickly leaves him. While this does mean that he's fairly reliable once things get serious, it also drives him to bouts of internal panic and impulsiveness. His natural cleverness and sharp intellect tends to make any quick judgement the right call eventually, however, and despite his seeming immaturity in most situations, Phoenix is capable of stunning feats of competence and intelligence! Even when he bluffs his way through everything...

Background: It might not seem like much just by looking at him, but Phoenix has gone through quite a lot. Everything started when he was a young kid, a day in elementary school when his entire class labeled him a thief after a fellow student's lunch money went missing. At the time, he felt utterly alone, at the mercy of a group who would never believe him... And then the very same student whose money was taken came to his side in defense, one Miles Edgeworth. The two were quick to become friends.

Miles soon left school, him and Phoenix growing apart. As he grew older, Phoenix took an interest in law and the arts, and during his time at college (studying for the latter), he once more ended up accused of a crime he didn't commit: murder. He was defended once more, this time by rookie attorney Mia Fey, and from then on the young Phoenix grew a passion for being an attorney just like her, and soon became her apprentice. The time came when Phoenix, a newly-minted lawyer, went to court, where he met his long-gone friend Miles Edgeworth, a prosecutor now, unlike his defense attorney father. After his first trial, Mia was killed, and her younger sister, Maya Fey, was the suspect. Phoenix defended her, of course, and the two grew a liking to each other, becoming partners in (un)crime.

As Phoenix waged legal war against Edgeworth, the two traded blows both in and out of court, with Phoenix wanting his friend to return to his normal, justice-seeking self. Things took a turn for the dramatic when Edgeworth himself was accused for murder - the murder of his late father! - and Phoenix defended him, exonerating him of his crimes and guilt.

His reputation made, and strengthening as he took bigger cases and went up against harsher prosecutors, Phoenix was on the rise to become an incredibly successful attorney. And just before the trial that would have dashed his career on the rocks, things got a lot brighter...

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Specialty: Tactics, figuring things, people, opponents out. And, uhm... moral support?
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10
Powers:

• Psyche-Locks: Phoenix possesses the power to see Psyche-Locks, a psychic manifestation of a person's lies, taking the form of chains and locks. The more a person has, the closer the secret is being kept, or the harder the person is trying to keep it. They break as Phoenix delves closer to the root, though the act of breaking them doesn't force the person to spill - rather, it's just a representation of how tight-lipped they are. They only appear in response to a question Phoenix asks, too, and depending on how he words the question, could not appear at all.

Strengths:

• Sharp Wit: His time as an attorney has left Phoenix with a very sharp head, metaphorically speaking. He's quick to catch on and notice things others miss, and his sense of deductive reasoning is unmatched.
• Bluff: Flying by the seat of his pants more often than not, Phoenix has an impeccable poker face. Sudden shocks, surprises, and etc still make him react - he is human after all - but it can be pretty hard to tell what he's thinking, especially if he doesn't even know it himself.
• Born Lucky: It seems that along with his stunning spiky hair, Phoenix was gifted with immense luck at birth! It isn't the "find 50 bucks on the ground" kind of luck, but things tend to fall into place for him, or seemingly fatal accidents and injuries could leave him with little more than a scratch.

Weaknesses:

• Only Human: For all his quirks and lucky breaks, Phoenix is just human after all. He's not particularly strong or sturdy, incapable of anything truly impressive, and can go down in just a few solid hits. He's not much of a fighter!

Spirits:

Kindred Spirits:

• Maya Fey, a young spirit medium who is Phoenix's closest friend and trusted partner.
• Hershel Layton, a professor with a penchant for puzzles, and an avid pointer himself.
• Sissel, a mysterious ghost of a man - literally - who uses his powers to similarly change the fates of the innocent.

Inventory:

• Attorney's Badge: Proof of his status as an attorney, and symbolic of what it means to be one. Loves to show it off, though usually by accident.
• Magatama: A special stone ornament imbued with spiritual power. It allows Phoenix to see the Psyche-Locks, though anyone who holds it can see them as well. May or may not be needed anymore.

World of Light

Awesome, thanks!

World of Light

Hoping to jump in here! Since, uh, there's slots open, supposedly?

From The Ashes

Name: Phoenix Wright

Game Origin: Ace Attorney

Appearance: "Objection!"

Personality: Phoenix is calm, cool, and collected, an easy-going guy who likes to roll with the punches life deals him and go with the flow. Or, rather, he'd like to be that. In low-stress situations Phoenix is as relaxed as he seems, his guard a bit too down and a tad gullible, though when the stakes get raised or he comes to task, any semblance of 'chill' quickly leaves him. While this does mean that he's fairly reliable once things get serious, it also drives him to bouts of internal panic and impulsiveness. His natural cleverness and sharp intellect tends to make any quick judgement the right call eventually, however, and despite his seeming immaturity in most situations, Phoenix is capable of stunning feats of competence and intelligence! Even when he bluffs his way through everything...

Background: It might not seem like much just by looking at him, but Phoenix has gone through quite a lot. Everything started when he was a young kid, a day in elementary school when his entire class labeled him a thief after a fellow student's lunch money went missing. At the time, he felt utterly alone, at the mercy of a group who would never believe him... And then the very same student whose money was taken came to his side in defense, one Miles Edgeworth. The two were quick to become friends.

Miles soon left school, him and Phoenix growing apart. As he grew older, Phoenix took an interest in law and the arts, and during his time at college (studying for the latter), he once more ended up accused of a crime he didn't commit: murder. He was defended once more, this time by rookie attorney Mia Fey, and from then on the young Phoenix grew a passion for being an attorney just like her, and soon became her apprentice. The time came when Phoenix, a newly-minted lawyer, went to court, where he met his long-gone friend Miles Edgeworth, a prosecutor now, unlike his defense attorney father. After his first trial, Mia was killed, and her younger sister, Maya Fey, was the suspect. Phoenix defended her, of course, and the two grew a liking to each other, becoming partners in (un)crime.

As Phoenix waged legal war against Edgeworth, the two traded blows both in and out of court, with Phoenix wanting his friend to return to his normal, justice-seeking self. Things took a turn for the dramatic when Edgeworth himself was accused for murder - the murder of his late father! - and Phoenix defended him, exonerating him of his crimes and guilt.

His reputation made, and strengthening as he took bigger cases and went up against harsher prosecutors, Phoenix was on the rise to become an incredibly successful attorney. And just before the trial that would have dashed his career on the rocks, things got a lot brighter...

---

Specialty: Tactics, figuring things, people, opponents out. And, uhm... moral support?
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10
Powers:

• Psyche-Locks: Phoenix possesses the power to see Psyche-Locks, a psychic manifestation of a person's lies, taking the form of chains and locks. The more a person has, the closer the secret is being kept, or the harder the person is trying to keep it. They break as Phoenix delves closer to the root, though the act of breaking them doesn't force the person to spill - rather, it's just a representation of how tight-lipped they are. They only appear in response to a question Phoenix asks, too, and depending on how he words the question, could not appear at all.

Strengths:

• Sharp Wit: His time as an attorney has left Phoenix with a very sharp head, metaphorically speaking. He's quick to catch on and notice things others miss, and his sense of deductive reasoning is unmatched.
• Bluff: Flying by the seat of his pants more often than not, Phoenix has an impeccable poker face. Sudden shocks, surprises, and etc still make him react - he is human after all - but it can be pretty hard to tell what he's thinking, especially if he doesn't even know it himself.
• Born Lucky: It seems that along with his stunning spiky hair, Phoenix was gifted with immense luck at birth! It isn't the "find 50 bucks on the ground" kind of luck, but things tend to fall into place for him, or seemingly fatal accidents and injuries could leave him with little more than a scratch.

Weaknesses:

• Only Human: For all his quirks and lucky breaks, Phoenix is just human after all. He's not particularly strong or sturdy, incapable of anything truly impressive, and can go down in just a few solid hits. He's not much of a fighter!

Spirits:

Kindred Spirits:

• Maya Fey, the young spirit medium. Phoenix's closest friend and trusted partner.
• Miles Edgeworth, the determined prosecutor. A friendship from childhood newly revived, and with added rivalry.
• Mia Fey, the late mentor. Phoenix's role model, and as helpful beyond the grave as she was above it.

Inventory:

• Attorney's Badge: Proof of his status as an attorney, and symbolic of what it means to be one. Loves to show it off, though usually by accident.
• Magatama: A special stone ornament imbued with spiritual power. It allows Phoenix to see the Psyche-Locks, though anyone who holds it can see them as well. May or may not be needed anymore.