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Against the Fangs of God

The black-haired man's eyes run over the assembled sinners, a detached awkwardness to his gaze. His eyes hovered across them as if purveying scenery, the cloudy hazel never focusing on their faces, hidden or not. Unlike others amongst the group of strangers, he wore no cowl nor cloak, his eccentric clothing easily passable for a strange noble with stranger tastes. After all, the glinting mirrors and polished silver that dotted his expensive-looking clothing was sure to be exorbitant in its price - and the almost ethereal, pale skin and gorgeous, finely feminine features could only be harnessed by one who sees little natural light or labor. In the flickering glimmers of torchlight, the glinting, unmistakably human eye that appeared intermittently on these pieces could be mistaken for a trick of the light.

But then again, with this assembly of unique individuals, perhaps not.

He breathed out, his survey seemingly complete. He closed his eyes with a light smile, and as if he were in a conversation no-one else could hear, spoke out loud. "Perhaps it would be best if we do," he replied.

He sets down his burden - a heavy-looking thing, seemingly a rounded portrait, wrapped so heavily in cloth. He kneels down aside it, awkward in his movement, as if unused to the long blade that rest holstered at his side as he maneuvered around the scabbard. Gingerly, with an almost reverential touch, he unwrapped the long strips of cloth, one by one. Slowly, it revealed a brilliantly ornate mirror, inlaid with gold and jewels. Instead of his own reflection, however, it displayed an inversion of his own visage, ever slightly more feminine - with colors completely opposite that of the man. The Woman in the Mirror, her light smile and even lighter flush, was vibrant, far more than her brother, despite her two-dimensional existence. Her eyes, however, only saw her brother, clearly adoring him as he worked. She waited for him to finish, then wasted no time in breaking the silence.

"I am Rozana Repercutio," she introduced, her voice carrying a casual confidence that would have carried through an entire room - even had it not carried through the mind. It rang in the ear like chiming bells, yet clearly did not come from the mirror, for what mirror could produce sound? "This is my brother, Rozar Repercutio. It is a pleasure to meet you all." Her smile widened to a cheerful grin, complete with tilting her head lightly in a mockery of childish glee - she is no performer, and the faux joy is clear. "How is treason treating you today?"

Against the Fangs of God

The Twins Of The Mirror

HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE

Name: Rozar Repercutio, Rozana Repercutio
Sobriquets: The Man With The Mirror, The Woman In The Mirror

Concept: A pair of twins, clinging to each other even past death.

Origin: The Repercutios, pale-skinned and haughtily aristocratic, were never the most beloved of nobles. Perhaps it was their light, crow-like black hair and dusky hazel eyes that reminded people of graves and death, and most certainly they were as pale as it; or their quiet, calmly arrogant tones. Perhaps they had good reason to, for in secret, they practiced the foulest and most forbidden of arts; or perhaps it was because of it that they were driven to such ends. Their position as social pariahs had little effect on Rozar and Rozana's childhoods, though. They got along just fine with one another, and they had no interest in anyone other than one another, despite their differences. And they had differences - they were polar opposites, of course, Rozar preferring to peruse the family's library and spend his time wasting away on the keys, whilst Rozana gravitated towards the saddle and the sword. Only the fascinating forbidden fruit that was sorcery could draw Rozana's interest from the blade, just as how the only thing that coaxed Rozar from the library was a bedtime story with the ever-outdoors Rozana at his side.

It was a stormy night when a pair of witches knocked on the doors of the Repercutio manor. Rumors had abounded of their sorcerous ways; eventually, an investigation was called, though none dared pose a formal accusation. Sorcery was a treacherous game, however, and the adult Repercutios had played the game for a long, long time. After some investigation, the two witches left with the father and mother, misdirected into the town proper. But that would be their undoing. The hot-blooded youth amongst the townsfolk, already armed with suspicion and primed with superstition, saw this as more than enough reason to take up arms and storm the manor. Some believed their presence as an admission of guilt; others, as the chance to prove the Repercutio's unseemingly ways.

They stormed the manor. Some of the servants opened the door for them; others were killed on the spot. Rozana, ever bright, courageous like the burning sun, marshaled some of the more loyal servants alongside her teacher-in-arms, and mounted a stand against them. Rozar, however, had neither the courage nor the faith to make such a stand. After seeing convincing her would be a lost cause, he sought out the only thing he could use to help. Rozana's mirror, perhaps the only feminine item she possessed beyond her ball gowns, a beautiful piece that would be exorbitantly expensive even for other nobles. Inlaid with gold and jeweled with beautiful specs of stars, the family heirloom had a purpose beyond mere grooming. He saw himself in that beautiful mirror, and found himself lacking.

When he descended the stairs unto a field of newly born ghosts, the mob rebuffed but Rozana's lifeless body on the ground, there was only one thing in his mind; he wasn't ready to let her go. She was the only person who matters to him, after all. He reached out with the mirror, and sucked her in. He was seen, of course, his family ousted, but he didn't care. Her soul, so bright, so beautiful, overpowered the lesser things that sought a second chance. And when he looked for his reflection one more time, he saw an inversion of himself. Rozana would be with him, always. He wrapped up the mirror, the most valuable and twisted of his tomes, and as much money as he could carry. He heard the town erupt into terror. Would his parents survive? He didn't know. He couldn't risk it. He would have to escape, to leave where his name didn't carry. Away from the nation, if possible; he'd have to outrun word of his family's dark ways. He should be safe in the next nation, and if not there, the one after. He hoisted himself upon a horse - he was a bad rider, but that was fine.

He had Rozana to teach him.

Appearance: Rozar is a pale, tight-lipped man, with aristocratic features, a pronounced nose, hazel eyes and long black hair. He is effeminate, often being compared to his identical twin. He is not particularly large nor muscular, but he is healthy from a well-fed upbringing. He prefers to wear formal, expensive noble clothing whenever possible. Rozana is almost identical to him, described as masculine but beautiful nonetheless, her appearance eternally young, down to the light dash of lipstick she had when she was trapped. Some feminine features exist, from her longer lashes to the slight swell of her breasts, but they are a mirror of one another. She is an inversion of colors, however; her eyes a deep violet, her hair a ghostly white. She wore a male noble's clothing, as she would forever.


With the resources at their disposal, they have acquired a number of items to fit their fancy. Their heirloom mirror, still an expensive, elaborate piece of beauty lined with gold and jewels, has been given a pair of straps to wield as if a shield. Rozana's old longsword stays at his side, the gleaming blade always polished to a mirror sheen. His heavy rider's gloves have small mirrors, torn from an old handmirror, embedded into their backs. Across his belt lie many vials of glass; most empty, but some filled with a variety of substances, from water to mercury. An eclectic outfit, but not one difficult to explain by eccentricity and wealth.
Skills and Flaws

The Scholar: Rozar is well-learned, able to write and read, calculate finances and trained in courtly etiquette. While he hadn't much a chance to do so, he especially enjoys choreographing music and has read many stories.

The Warrior: While Rozar has little training in battle, Rozana is an expert warrior and horsewoman. She is trained in many noble weapons, and has only gotten better while confined in the mirror. She possesses a natural charisma that contrasts heavily from Rozar.

The Musician: Rozar is a master of the organ and piano, although he has had little opportunity to make use of it, being such an expensive and heavy instrument. Rozana is a proficient violinist, while little learned, having plenty of talent for the art.

The Clinging: To the twins, others have little importance in their lives. They grow nervous and unhinged when spent too long apart, and often, they miss cues, common social graces, and subtle meanings that others may intend.

Hooks:

• The ghosts of the past are hard to escape. What happened all those years ago, after Rozar fled? Were his parents victorious, and escaped themselves, perhaps searching for him even today? Had the witches won, and seek out the escaped Repercutio even today?
• Rozana deserves more, so much more. What was this wretched half-existence, only being in the confines of a gilded mirror? He would find a way to bring her back, to a truer life. One she deserves more than he.
• What is a soul?

SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN

Initiation: Rozar's family was steeped in sorcery, and so is he. He learned the arts from youth, his soul pried open by his parents, taught in their ways by book and word. He was always a fast learner.

Weirds

The Realm Of The Mirror: Rozar and Rozana's powers lie over the realm of reflections. The mirror itself is a dangerous weapon for them; they may use any mirror to suck in objects into the Realm of the Mirror. While direct contact is required to enter the Mirror, where the Mirror is more akin to a pool and may admit objects larger than itself, Rozar can make the mirror create a vortex of air to suction in objects. The Realm of the Mirror itself is an unnatural, strange place, "empty" yet capable of holding things. Objects without magic or soul will eventually fade if not removed from the mirror; in a day, they will cease to exist if not removed from the Mirror Realm. Magic items may exist untouched, eternal within the realm. Raw magic that enters the mirror simply fizzles with no form to support it, and becomes a part of the Mirror Realm. Those with a soul leave behind whatever physical bodies they may have, and enter within. If the physical body dies, they will find themselves unable to leave, for most souls may only enter their own body. The twin outside of the mirror may eject any object or being inside the mirror at will, unless they are unable to leave. Only mirrors may be used for this purpose.

The Warrior In The Mirror: Rozana's existence is singularly unique. She may trade places with Rozar at any point, taking over his body and leaving Rozar in the mirror. Inside the mirror itself, she is a warrior-queen without compare; all the souls within follow her orders, and fight as her army. While they cannot leave, they will provide an almost insurmountable edge in any battle of souls within the Mirror, and function as her armor and sword. They are less willing to support Rozar, but will do so grudgingly. The twin inside the mirror may move between reflections at will, from polished bronze to clear lakes. The more malleable what they possess, the more they may control it; they may be able to twist water into a living golem, but glass would remain forever inert.

The Light From The Mirror: As they may possess reflective surfaces within the Mirror, so can they control them outside of it. Glass, mirror shards, polished steel, they are all telekinetically controllable by force of will alone. They may also manipulate the reflections they offer; amplifying light to blind, focusing it to laser points, reflecting completely without compromise, even if the subject is see-through like glass, or showing nothing in the reflection.

BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM

Nephilim: Alzela
Sobriquets: The Hazy Marionette

Concept: A marionette-statue that is alive yet not, controlled by a mysterious halo.

Form: A giant statue, its skin is as smooth stone with no blood to give, yet it moves as if muscle. It is modeled after a human, beautifully cut, yet with six arms and gaping holes where a head or heart may be. Instead of legs, it only possesses flowing robes that fade into mist as they touch the ground, floating just above the earth. A halo of simple light hovers just above where its head would be, illuminating the world.


Abominations

Gleaming Halo Alit: The halo of dull light suspended above Alzela is its true self. From it, Alzela may "see" all which its light touches, and its body has no need for organs. It is as an immovable object, always moving as it wishes, never forced by others - unless they move which it rests upon.

Aspects Taken Upon: The twin who commands Alzela shapes its light in a different way. When Rozar controls, the halo dims in strength. Instead, a gleaming sun forms where its heart should be, forming a powerful spotlight in front and behind it, a representation of his perfectionist, insular nature. When Rozana leads, the halo simply intensifies, a bright sea of light. She may take from this light to forge gleaming weapons of solid light that burn what they touch.

Light Cleanses So: When Alzela's light is reflected or refracted, Alzela gains control over whatever is reflecting or refracting its light, becoming able to manipulate it at will. Under Rozar, the light in its "heart" may intensify into a scorching ray.

Earth Corrupts Not: Alzela cannot move vertically. It always stays hovering slightly above whatever it is "standing" upon - it cannot jump, fly, nor dive into water, simply hover above it. It cannot press itself unto the ground in where it "stands." It simply exists, suspended slightly above the earth.

Against the Fangs of God

WIP

HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE

Name: Rozar Repercutio, Rozana Repercutio
Sobriquets: The Man With The Mirror, The Woman In The Mirror

Concept: A pair of twins, clinging to each other even past death.

Origin: The Repercutios, pale-skinned and haughtily aristocratic, were never the most beloved of nobles. Perhaps it was their light, crow-like black hair and dusky hazel eyes that reminded people of graves and death, and most certainly they were as pale as it; or their quiet, calmly arrogant tones. Perhaps they had good reason to, for in secret, they practiced the foulest and most forbidden of arts; or perhaps it was because of it that they were driven to such ends. Their position as social pariahs had little effect on Rozar and Rozana's childhoods, though. They got along just fine with one another, and they had no interest in anyone other than one another, despite their differences. And they had differences - they were polar opposites, of course, Rozar preferring to peruse the family's library and spend his time wasting away on the keys, whilst Rozana gravitated towards the saddle and the sword. Only the fascinating forbidden fruit that was sorcery could draw Rozana's interest from the blade, just as how the only thing that coaxed Rozar from the library was a bedtime story with the ever-outdoors Rozana at his side.

It was a stormy night when a pair of witches knocked on the doors of the Repercutio manor. Rumors had abounded of their sorcerous ways; eventually, an investigation was called, though none dared pose a formal accusation. Sorcery was a treacherous game, however, and the adult Repercutios had played the game for a long, long time. After some investigation, the two witches left with the father and mother, misdirected into the town proper. But that would be their undoing. The hot-blooded youth amongst the townsfolk, already armed with suspicion and primed with superstition, saw this as more than enough reason to take up arms and storm the manor. Some believed their presence as an admission of guilt; others, as the chance to prove the Repercutio's unseemingly ways.

They stormed the manor. Some of the servants opened the door for them; others were killed on the spot. Rozana, ever bright, courageous like the burning sun, marshaled some of the more loyal servants alongside her teacher-in-arms, and mounted a stand against them. Rozar, however, had neither the courage nor the faith to make such a stand. After seeing convincing her would be a lost cause, he sought out the only thing he could use to help. Rozana's mirror, perhaps the only feminine item she possessed beyond her ball gowns, a beautiful piece that would be exorbitantly expensive even for other nobles. Inlaid with gold and jeweled with beautiful specs of stars, the family heirloom had a purpose beyond mere grooming. He saw himself in that beautiful mirror, and found himself lacking.

When he descended the stairs unto a field of newly born ghosts, the mob rebuffed but Rozana's lifeless body on the ground, there was only one thing in his mind; he wasn't ready to let her go. She was the only person who matters to him, after all. He reached out with the mirror, and sucked her in. He was seen, of course, his family ousted, but he didn't care. Her soul, so bright, so beautiful, overpowered the lesser things that sought a second chance. And when he looked for his reflection one more time, he saw an inversion of himself. Rozana would be with him, always. He wrapped up the mirror, the most valuable and twisted of his tomes, and as much money as he could carry. He heard the town erupt into terror. Would his parents survive? He didn't know. He couldn't risk it. He would have to escape, to leave where his name didn't carry. Away from the nation, if possible; he'd have to outrun word of his family's dark ways. He should be safe in the next nation, and if not there, the one after. He hoisted himself upon a horse - he was a bad rider, but that was fine.

He had Rozana to teach him.

Appearance: Rozar is a pale, tight-lipped man, with aristocratic features, a pronounced nose, hazel eyes and long black hair. He is effeminate, often being compared to his identical twin. He is not particularly large nor muscular, but he is healthy from a well-fed upbringing. He prefers to wear formal, expensive noble clothing whenever possible. Rozana is almost identical to him, described as masculine but beautiful nonetheless, her appearance eternally young, down to the light dash of lipstick she had when she was trapped. Some feminine features exist, from her longer lashes to the slight swell of her breasts, but they are a mirror of one another. She is an inversion of colors, however; her eyes a deep violet, her hair a ghostly white. She wore a male noble's clothing, as she would forever.


With the resources at their disposal, they have acquired a number of items to fit their fancy. Their heirloom mirror, still an expensive, elaborate piece of beauty lined with gold and jewels, has been given a pair of straps to wield as if a shield. Rozana's old longsword stays at his side, the gleaming blade always polished to a mirror sheen. His heavy rider's gloves have small mirrors, torn from an old handmirror, embedded into their backs. Across his belt lie many vials of glass; most empty, but some filled with a variety of substances, from water to mercury. An eclectic outfit, but not one difficult to explain by eccentricity and wealth.
Skills and Flaws

The Scholar: Rozar is well-learned, able to write and read, calculate finances and trained in courtly etiquette. While he hadn't much a chance to do so, he especially enjoys choreographing music and has read many stories.

The Warrior: While Rozar has little training in battle, Rozana is an expert warrior and horsewoman. She is trained in many noble weapons, and has only gotten better while confined in the mirror. She possesses a natural charisma that contrasts heavily from Rozar.

The Musician: Rozar is a master of the organ and piano, although he has had little opportunity to make use of it, being such an expensive and heavy instrument. Rozana is a proficient violinist, while little learned, having plenty of talent for the art.

The Clinging: To the twins, others have little importance in their lives. They grow nervous and unhinged when spent too long apart, and often, they miss cues, common social graces, and subtle meanings that others may intend.

Hooks:

• The ghosts of the past are hard to escape. What happened all those years ago, after Rozar fled? Were his parents victorious, and escaped themselves, perhaps searching for him even today? Had the witches won, and seek out the escaped Repercutio even today?
• Rozana deserves more, so much more. What was this wretched half-existence, only being in the confines of a gilded mirror? He would find a way to bring her back, to a truer life. One she deserves more than he.
• What is a soul?

SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN

Initiation: Rozar's family was steeped in sorcery, and so is he. He learned the arts from youth, his soul pried open by his parents, taught in their ways by book and word. He was always a fast learner.

Weirds

The Realm Of The Mirror: Rozar and Rozana's powers lie over the realm of reflections. The mirror itself is a dangerous weapon for them; they may use any mirror to suck in objects into the Realm of the Mirror. While direct contact is required to enter the Mirror, where the Mirror is more akin to a pool and may admit objects larger than itself, Rozar can make the mirror create a vortex of air to suction in objects. The Realm of the Mirror itself is an unnatural, strange place, "empty" yet capable of holding things. Objects without magic or soul will eventually fade if not removed from the mirror; in a day, they will cease to exist if not removed from the Mirror Realm. Magic items may exist untouched, eternal within the realm. Raw magic that enters the mirror simply fizzles with no form to support it, and becomes a part of the Mirror Realm. Those with a soul leave behind whatever physical bodies they may have, and enter within. If the physical body dies, they will find themselves unable to leave, for most souls may only enter their own body. The twin outside of the mirror may eject any object or being inside the mirror at will, unless they are unable to leave. Only mirrors may be used for this purpose.

The Warrior In The Mirror: Rozana's existence is singularly unique. She may trade places with Rozar at any point, taking over his body and leaving Rozar in the mirror. Inside the mirror itself, she is a warrior-queen without compare; all the souls within follow her orders, and fight as her army. While they cannot leave, they will provide an almost insurmountable edge in any battle of souls within the Mirror, and function as her armor and sword. They are less willing to support Rozar, but will do so grudgingly. The twin inside the mirror may move between reflections at will, from polished bronze to clear lakes. The more malleable what they possess, the more they may control it; they may be able to twist water into a living golem, but glass would remain forever inert.

The Light From The Mirror: As they may possess reflective surfaces within the Mirror, so can they control them outside of it. Glass, mirror shards, polished steel, they are all telekinetically controllable by force of will alone. They may also manipulate the reflections they offer; amplifying light to blind, focusing it to laser points, reflecting completely without compromise, even if the subject is see-through like glass, or showing nothing in the reflection.

BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM

Nephilim: Alzela
Sobriquets: The Hazy Marionette

Concept: A marionette-statue that is alive yet not, controlled by a mysterious halo.

Form: A giant statue, its skin is as smooth stone with no blood to give, yet it moves as if muscle. It is modeled after a human, beautifully cut, yet with six arms and gaping holes where a head or heart may be. Instead of legs, it only possesses flowing robes that fade into mist as they touch the ground, floating just above the earth. A halo of simple light hovers just above where its head would be, illuminating the world.


Abominations

Gleaming Halo Alit: The halo of dull light suspended above Alzela is its true self. From it, Alzela may "see" all which its light touches, and its body has no need for organs. It is as an immovable object, always moving as it wishes, never forced by others - unless they move which it rests upon.

Aspects Taken Upon: The twin who commands Alzela shapes its light in a different way. When Rozar controls, the halo dims in strength. Instead, a gleaming sun forms where its heart should be, forming a powerful spotlight in front and behind it, a representation of his perfectionist, insular nature. When Rozana leads, the halo simply intensifies, a bright sea of light. She may take from this light to forge gleaming weapons of solid light that burn what they touch.

Light Cleanses So: When Alzela's light is reflected or refracted, Alzela gains control over whatever is reflecting or refracting its light, becoming able to manipulate it at will. Under Rozar, the light in its "heart" may intensify into a scorching ray.

Earth Corrupts Not: Alzela cannot move vertically. It always stays hovering slightly above whatever it is "standing" upon - it cannot jump, fly, nor dive into water, simply hover above it. It cannot press itself unto the ground in where it "stands." It simply exists, suspended slightly above the earth.

Fate/Empty Providence

You can blame Snow for this. Besides, who needs balance, amrite?

wutever Caster

Name: Brynhildr

Class: Caster

Gender: Female

Appearance: Brynhildr is a gorgeous woman, built large with her light blonde, almost white hair falling down her shoulders. Her face is bereft of makeup, regardless possessing a fierceness to its homely features. She is dressed in a mix of furs and light metal armor, and possesses a helm with two wings upon its crown. The largest furpiece, one of plush pelt and feathers, is snow white and formed as if a cape, that may transform into functional wings at Brynhildr’s will.

History: This is a manifestation of Brynhildr during the Volsunga saga, when she is Sigrdrifa, guide to Sigurd.

Alignment: True Neutral

Personality: Brynhildr is almost as if one of nurture, but also one proud. She loves to teach, and delights in guiding and leading. She takes great pride in her origins as a child of Odin, and takes her duty as the anchor to Valhalla for the worthy very seriously. Only rarely will she condemn one as Folkvangr.

Weapon: She possesses the spear of a Valkyrie and a shieldmaiden’s shield.

Parameters:

STR: D
CON: C
AGI: C+
MGI: A+
LCK: D
Class Skills:
Territory Creation: EX

Brynhildr can manifest a piece of The Halls of Valhalla itself into the physical realm as her Territory. As her talents as a Valkyrie, whenever a warrior dies, she may guide the souls of fallen warriors to Valhalla to fight for her as Einherjar, bringing fallen Servants and warriors back to guard Valhalla. Alternatively, she may manifest the fallen warriors as Folkvangr, where they battle upon the field as an army of wraiths, fighting freely and keeping their will, yet are not allowed within Valhalla itself.
Item Creation: A

Brynhildr’s knowledge and lore of runes is immense and extensive, even for equipment. She even taught Sigurd of the runes upon Gungnir during her tutelage of the young hero.
Personal Skills:

Divinity: A

The daughter of Odin herself, Brynhildr has divinity in her blood.

Hero’s Bridesmaid: C

As a Valkyrie, guides of heroes, it is her responsibility and a union with her very being for her with heroes. She may view the legends of other heroes she meets, and may fall in love with one particularly poignant for her.

Primordial Rune: -

Brynhildr is a master of rune magic, teaching Sigurd the lore of her runes. She possesses the power of Primal Runes from her father, Odin, allowing her to field immense amounts of power through her rune magic.
Noble Phantasm(s):

Name: Sigridrifa

Title: The Driver to Victory

Rank: C++

NP Type: Support

Range: 1-99

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: Brynhildr at the time was the Sigridrifa, the Driver to Victory. She guided heroes, taught them and lead them as she did Sigurd. She is a symbol of victory, who brings another to their fullest potential. During battle, when two or more are fighting, she may Guide a hero to victory, making them destined for victory by fate itself over the other in combat. This may only be used upon those considered Heroes, and may not be used upon herself.