ZekariVoblis

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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We'll see what's the best option. For the time being, we are still technically accepting new players, though.

@KoL

Open the floodgates!

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Hey, what's up all? Gonna be joining soon, seeing what's up

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Sounds like butt fuck insanity. I like it.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Anyon

"Why can't this place sell better fucking appas? They aren't that hard to grow."

Time of Day: Morning
Location: ???, Priestella

The tall woman took another bite of her appa, despite her complaints. It sucks having to eat something that was so sour, but hey, she already bought it and she wasn't one to waste her money just cause of preference. Though an appa was hardly filling enough for a woman of size and stature. In her pack, there was a bit of bread and 2 legs of chicken as well, both wrapped up in cloth. Thankfully, she at least knew that those two were much better than the 3 sad excuses for fruit she still had on her, including the one that already had her bitemark in it. There was plenty of comottion from the others around her, whether it be merchant work or recruiting others for knight work. Another ordinary day for this country huh? Peaceful life is soothing, but oh so boring.

Her and Mirt had only gotten there a few days ago, hadn't they? It was supposed to be a pretty relaxed time after the hell of traveling over to this huge ass city, but you'd expect more to do. Instead, to kill some time, Anyon found herself exploring the city, trying to get a good handle on her surroundings. After all, there was no telling how long they might be here for, so getting familiarized made sense. The streets here, despite them being rather packed were also home to some pretty good merchant stands, though not the best she's encountered. By a long shot. No, that would go to that one country that was a bit south west from here, though she couldn't remember the name. Some of the best food and weaponry she's ever seen...bar none. She gave a glance towards the staff on her back. As much as she loved her staff, what with it being with her for years now, she always regreted not buying that Whiplash. Incredibly flexible...extendable...could basically be a functional whip...God was it pricey though. They would've been broke the whole time there if she bought it then. Still...

As her coins juggled in her pack, she glanced around. Despite it's seeming peacefulness, she could easily spot the adventurers and warriors that filled the streets. It wasn't like they were experts in disguising it after all. It at least meant that if they needed cash, they could probably find it pretty easily. Now that she kept looking though, she noticed there were more people looking at her than she realized...Actually quite a few people. Idiots. "I don't care if you jackasses have never seen a fucking tall person before! The staring shit is getting annoying!" She said in her low, booming voice. The ones who were staring very quickly turned away and a few others took a glance towards the yelling woman. In minutes though, every simply went back to their business, outside of a few.

Despite her usually being used to heat like this, for some reason, the sun felt particularly hot today. Maybe it was just her, but it felt as if the rays were practically raining down on her. "God damn...Why is today so bad for me?" She said with a slight pant. However, she soon noticed something that might just be helpful. There was an old building within distance of her and seemingly a few shaded areas outside of it. With a smile, she walked over, leaning down on a nearby tree. The monk garbs were opened up a bit to let her breathe a bit better and her bandaged chest was a bit more noticeable. Well, bandaged to someone who might not know what a sarashi is. Despite this, she was still overwhelmingly hot. She took a glance towards the building. Maybe it might be better to just go inside and rest a bit...

Getting up, she walked over to the building, lying on a wall of it. She could hear noises though from it...Men from the sound of it? Probably some knights or other such people discussing a quest or something, who cares? However, unbeknownst to her, the wall she was lying on was less of a wall, and more of a door. Even worse, there seemed to be foot steps coming towards said door from the inside of the building. All she did instead was air herself out as she took another bite of her not-quite-that-good appa. "Ugh...Fuck it, I'm eating the chicken after this. I'll see if Mirt wants the other appas."

@FamishedPants @Letter Bee @Cu Chulainn

Re: Zero: The High Council

A Bitch of a Holy Woman

Anyon

In her monk garbs

danbooru.donmai.us/posts/2285615 Link to the actual artist, Credit Be To Them

Without The Hat

danbooru.donmai.us/posts/837974 Link to the Actual Artist, Credit Be To Them
Not the same clothes, but the headband is there

Her Knuckles

Her Staff

35 | Female | 210 lbs/95 kg | 6’7"/204 cm
_Water | Native | Human

Description
A Paradoxical Cleric or The Mending Monk

Appearance Description

She is almost always in her clergy/monk garbs and is rarely seen wearing anything else. The closest she’s gotten is bandages to tend wounds or armor when absolutely necessary. She tends to avoid armor though as it restricts her movement.

Personality

You could say that Anyon has been a passionate soul ever since the day she was born. Calling her passionate in the wrong way may makee you liable for an asswhooping though. She is a stubborn woman to a fault, who refuses to back down when she wants her voice heard. And she often wants her voice heard. Her short temper is mostly towards nonsense and idiots than anything, to which she will gladly be a blunt bitch towards. She has enough common sense and self-restraint never to get into fights unless the first fist is thrown, however, and even considers those that would take words or verbal arguments and make them into fights, to be “insults to society.” She has a foul mouth, but an odd dedication to never say anything too far, especially around children or those who seem too innocent. She’ll even slap upside the head if you do. She is someone who, despite her work, refuses to see someone in true despair, no matter what they’ve done. That’s not to say she’ll help them in any actually tactful manner, but she’ll try. Her patience is also paper-thin at best, with only those she knows closely getting anything better.

Despite all this, she is a devout religious woman, who honestly just wants to have a world where people can achieve some form of secondary life. If your not of the church, that’s fine by her, so long as you don’t blaspheme. Denying any sense of spirituality or belief in purpose is liable to just piss her off though. Apologies are expected quickly and concisely if you do. For those that truly(or seem as tho they might) wish to hear her or even another out, she will always glad help and talk with them. Fair warning, though, she is not easy to deceive and she won’t hesitate to call someone out or even hit them if they do. She’s a believer in karma after all, and dishing it out to others is fine in her book. Though note that “karma” and “revenge” are different in her book.

Class
Anyon is, despite what her personality may tell, a healer and support by trade. She uses Yang incantations to primarily buff the others around her, such as their defensive abilities or how well they can attack. Due to this, she may stay further to the rear so she can keep her focus better and perform the necessary buffs. However, that’s only if she deems it necessary and usually if she truly needs better focus. Otherwise, she is right there along with those she’s helping, beating down her opponent’s with her segmented healing staff. Barring that, she has a pair of knuckles on at all times in case she’s disarmed and is a great martial artist. Redirecting attacks and aiming for weak spots(usually pressure points) is her bread and butter. The downside about this is that her buffs and heals are not as strong as they usually would be while she’s in midfight, due to more rapid casting and she’s only able to buff but so many people at a time, usually only 2 or 3. In the event she’s caught on her own however, do not make the mistake of thinking she’s easy prey. At that point, she will buff herself instead and simply fight herself. There is a drawback. Pre-buffing can be time consuming and should they wear off mid-battle, it can be difficult using them again unless she gets the opportunity again. Though, usually “opportunity” translates into “hit or concuss them until they let you buff again” for her.

Bio

The Land of Aier’Sun, her Homeland(Just gives some backstory, don’t need to read)

The frozen lands far to the north west lands of Gusteko are home to a hardy and stern people, brave men and women of proud and heroic lineage that worship the sun and hunt the nights at command of their holy texts that spoke of demons in the shifting snows, with their many forms and species said to be a representation of the land and thus control a layer of hell.

In total there is said to be 11 layers of this devil infested plane.

Though the city is vast it is secluded in a corner few travel save for merchants and traders who call this fortified city their home, risking life and limb to travel and secure goods that are hard found in this frigid homeland.

The clergy are the ruling powers of the winter city of Aier'Sun, warrior clerics trained from birth in the ways of deadly combat. Women are trained to be undoubtedly the most dangerous as their principles of combat believe it is far easier to steal the strength of your enemy and use it against them by crushing the various clusters of nerves and sensitive muscle tissue across the human form. It is said that a single strike from the white clothed Holy Women can cripple your leg, a second can stop your heart. These are not shallow boasts.
The men have many castes in this place, from the worthless subjects groveling at the feet of the clergy, to the stout spearmen who protect the village, all the way up to drillmasters and specially trained watchers. The highest ranking a male can claim without being royalty is that of the Warrior Cleric. Leaders of the devout practitioners and the hundreds of proud fighting men across the city, respected for their years of service under the royal 'First Warrior' that leads the city proper.

To become these proud men and women of influence and power is a matter of birth. Not luck. Not training. Not skill. The clergy has carved bones with dozens of their holy symbols and believe their sacred casts can predict a beings future. It is extremely rare for a first warrior the be called upon by the bones but it is a guarantee of a bright future.

To be a warrior cleric, man or woman, is the result of a single roll in over 100. Their teachings are strict, brutal, physically and spiritually demanding, and many are crippled in their training and cast out of the order as they are stripped of their sacred clothes, sworn to never reveal the inner machinations of their training. It is not uncommon for an open mouthed castaway to be executed and denied heaven as a result for their transgressions.

Anyon was always destined to be a protector of the city first, a healing warrior second, and a religious woman third. It always seemed that two of these came naturally to her, as they probably should. Born to two warrior clerics fairly high in the city’s pecking order, she was told time and again of the importance her position is and prestige is, well before she could even understand what prestige could even mean. Many around her drilled this idea of fighting being a birthright of hers. While she enjoyed playing with the others around her, she always knew what her destiny would be. It scared her at times. She would always cry so many tears about it, to the point where her childhood nickname was “Crybabyon.” The adults knew of this but simply left it alone. Except for her older cousin, Yan. She would always say “be strong and know that you are strength.” She took those words and kept them. When it finally became time to train, the fun times she knew were over and a hellish enlightenment began instead.

At first, the newfound work nearly broke Anyon. Days and weeks went by where she would be screaming during her exercises, inwardly or outwardly, and panting after they were done. A few of her fellow trainees did in fact drop out around her, but she never did, or rather she never could. Her willpower simply wouldn’t allow her to even entertain the idea, let alone bringing shame to her family name. It went on for years and while her will remained, her once playfulness and childish glee turned into a tenacity that could make grown men shutter. She grew a nasty habit of getting into fights, both as sparring and sometimes when they got too hot-blooded. Considering she was taller than most of them and even some teachers,she was considered a “fun challenge” by them. Every time, however, she fixed it with a better habit. She mended her wounds, as well as those she fought, even as they looked annoyed at her. No one had called her a crybaby once throughout her training.

At 23, she was sent to the western wing of the city to assist with guarding Yan’s sector of the city and also for better training with her staff. Her cousin had been held with such high regard and was a master in combat, but she could only do so much. It was the third night of a mostly uneventful patrol(with the only intruders being some boars). While her squad was some ways away from the city, an arrow was shot into a nearby tree. One of the guards, one she used to know from family outings, took a look at it...Oh, if only he had seen the tiny, tiny stone attached sooner. In a millisecond, the surroundings had bursted into an icy explosion. She said she only felt cold and being flung aside before she passed out.

As Anyon woke with a start, she checked herself first. Her wounds were bandaged, though not entirely healed. With a groan, she looked out to see she wasn’t in the city limits anymore. It had apparently been two months since the explosion. The outcast that had bandaged her up told her that. He had been away from the city for some time now but always came just close enough to admire its beauty while staying out of the patrolways. The night she was knocked out was the night of an attack by an unknown faction. She was the only one he could find before a second explosion of fire nearly got both of them. He couldn’t go back there obviously and simply took her in to heal her wounds. She knew she had to be presumed dead. She couldn’t go back. Given assistance by an outcast and failing to protect her city or even die honorably in its name...she refused to go back in such disgrace. She rushed out of the outcasts house.

After sometime of having left, she found herself in more southern lands with only some robes of a monk and a hat to her name. There were nights where she went hungry, but she always managed to find dinner the day after somehow. Be it luck, scavenging, or hunting. Eventually her experience in healing proved helpful as she took up being a mercenary. Her nature called out for her though and she soon was both a warrior and a medic. She felt shame for it...Using her birthright for the sake of worldy goods as opposed to higher callings...It was truly shameful, but money is food. Food is necessary. That’s the thought process she used to survive. Not long after she met a fellow who also belonged to Aier’Sun, Mirt. He seemed familiar, though she never could quite figure it out. The two soon realized how well they worked together and became a duo.

As time went on, the new lifestyle grew old on Anyon, and she soon took up deciding that there was more to it than just warfare or bloodshed, even of demon beasts. Everywhere she looked there was other people full of sin and despair, hiding it in empty activities, or people who take life as just being the material plane. There’s was something more to this world though, even if her nearly black steel heart didn’t want to admit. With Mirt’s wisdom(and more people friendly attitude), she made sure to help those people realize, perhaps not the religious factors of life, but the spirituality of it. They probably didn’t always felt they needed to know, but she knew they had to...At least, this was the one good karmic lesson a dead clergywoman wants to teach.

Magic

Life energy: C

Flow: C

Abstract Magic

Divine Protection of The Holy Triad
When Anyon is near holy symbols, artifacts, and locations, she is able to grant up to 3 allies(includes herself) a buff of her choice for 9 minutes. If she is granting a buff to two allies, it can be upped to two buffs for one of them and only lasts 6 minutes. If it is all a buff to one ally, she is allowed 3 but it only lasts 3 minutes due to the strain. It can be upped to 6 minutes, but the buffed ally will be exhausted for 6 minutes afterwards. The buffs are optional and do not need to be used all at once, but after using all 3, she must wait 3 hours since each buffs usage to use them again. If she attempts using it sooner than that, she risks burning out her mana and severe headaches, usually to the point of nosebleeds and even ear bleeding.

Spells
Ice Shield
Defense Buff
Speed Buff
Magic Buff
Attack Buff
Healing Spells
Stamina Buff
Calming Spells

Extra

Everyone assumes and comments that her parents must be giants or she has giants blood. No, she just grew stupidly big, unlike her folks. Also, there is far more to Anyon than any of the clergy of Aier’Sun would think they know. More to her than most would know in fact. Tales to tell later though.

Re: Zero: The High Council

A Bitch of a Holy Woman

Anyon

In her monk garbs

Without The Hat

not the same clothes, but the headband is there

Her Knuckles

Her Staff

35 | Female | 210 lbs | 6’5’’
_Water | Native | Human

Description
A Paradoxical Cleric or The Mending Monk

Appearance Description

She is almost always in her clergy/monk garbs and is rarely seen wearing anything else. The closest she’s gotten is bandages to tend wounds or armor when absolutely necessary. She tends to avoid armor though as it restricts her movement.

Personality

You could say that Anyon has been a passionate soul ever since the day she was born. Calling her passionate in the wrong way may makee you liable for an asswhooping though. She is a stubborn woman to a fault, who refuses to back down when she wants her voice heard. And she often wants her voice heard. Her short temper is mostly towards nonsense and idiots than anything, to which she will gladly be a blunt bitch towards. She has enough common sense and self-restraint never to get into fights unless the first fist is thrown, however, and even considers those that would take words or verbal arguments and make them into fights, to be “insults to society.” She has a foul mouth, but an odd dedication to never say anything too far, especially around children or those who seem too innocent. She’ll even slap upside the head if you do. She is someone who, despite her work, refuses to see someone in true despair, no matter what they’ve done. That’s not to say she’ll help them in any actually tactful manner, but she’ll try. Her patience is also paper-thin at best, with only those she knows closely getting anything better.

Despite all this, she is a devout religious woman, who honestly just wants to have a world where people can achieve some form of secondary life. If your not of the church, that’s fine by her, so long as you don’t blaspheme. Denying any sense of spirituality or belief in purpose is liable to just piss her off though. Apologies are expected quickly and concisely if you do. For those that truly(or seem as tho they might) wish to hear her or even another out, she will always glad help and talk with them. Fair warning, though, she is not easy to deceive and she won’t hesitate to call someone out or even hit them if they do. She’s a believer in karma after all, and dishing it out to others is fine in her book. Though note that “karma” and “revenge” are different in her book.

Class
Anyon is, despite what her personality may tell, a healer and support by trade. She uses Yang incantations to primarily buff the others around her, such as their defensive abilities or how well they can attack. Due to this, she may stay further to the rear so she can keep her focus better and perform the necessary buffs. However, that’s only if she deems it necessary and usually if she truly needs better focus. Otherwise, she is right there along with those she’s helping, beating down her opponent’s with her segmented healing staff. Barring that, she has a pair of knuckles on at all times in case she’s disarmed and is a great martial artist. Redirecting attacks and aiming for weak spots(usually pressure points) is her bread and butter. The downside about this is that her buffs and heals are not as strong as they usually would be while she’s in midfight, due to more rapid casting and she’s only able to buff but so many people at a time, usually only 2 or 3. In the event she’s caught on her own however, do not make the mistake of thinking she’s easy prey. At that point, she will buff herself instead and simply fight herself. There is a drawback. Pre-buffing can be time consuming and should they wear off mid-battle, it can be difficult using them again unless she gets the opportunity again. Though, usually “opportunity” translates into “hit or concuss them until they let you buff again” for her.

Bio

The Land of Aier’Sun, her Homeland(Just gives some backstory, don’t need to read)

The frozen lands far to the north west lands of Gusteko are home to a hardy and stern people, brave men and women of proud and heroic lineage that worship the sun and hunt the nights at command of their holy texts that spoke of demons in the shifting snows, with their many forms and species said to be a representation of the land and thus control a layer of hell.

In total there is said to be 11 layers of this devil infested plane.

Though the city is vast it is secluded in a corner few travel save for merchants and traders who call this fortified city their home, risking life and limb to travel and secure goods that are hard found in this frigid homeland.

The clergy are the ruling powers of the winter city of Aier'Sun, warrior clerics trained from birth in the ways of deadly combat. Women are trained to be undoubtedly the most dangerous as their principles of combat believe it is far easier to steal the strength of your enemy and use it against them by crushing the various clusters of nerves and sensitive muscle tissue across the human form. It is said that a single strike from the white clothed Holy Women can cripple your leg, a second can stop your heart. These are not shallow boasts.
The men have many castes in this place, from the worthless subjects groveling at the feet of the clergy, to the stout spearmen who protect the village, all the way up to drillmasters and specially trained watchers. The highest ranking a male can claim without being royalty is that of the Warrior Cleric. Leaders of the devout practitioners and the hundreds of proud fighting men across the city, respected for their years of service under the royal 'First Warrior' that leads the city proper.

To become these proud men and women of influence and power is a matter of birth. Not luck. Not training. Not skill. The clergy has carved bones with dozens of their holy symbols and believe their sacred casts can predict a beings future. It is extremely rare for a first warrior the be called upon by the bones but it is a guarantee of a bright future.

To be a warrior cleric, man or woman, is the result of a single roll in over 100. Their teachings are strict, brutal, physically and spiritually demanding, and many are crippled in their training and cast out of the order as they are stripped of their sacred clothes, sworn to never reveal the inner machinations of their training. It is not uncommon for an open mouthed castaway to be executed and denied heaven as a result for their transgressions.

Anyon was always destined to be a protector of the city first, a healing warrior second, and a religious woman third. It always seemed that two of these came naturally to her, as they probably should. Born to two warrior clerics fairly high in the city’s pecking order, she was told time and again of the importance her position is and prestige is, well before she could even understand what prestige could even mean. Many around her drilled this idea of fighting being a birthright of hers. While she enjoyed playing with the others around her, she always knew what her destiny would be. It scared her at times. She would always cry so many tears about it, to the point where her childhood nickname was “Crybabyon.” The adults knew of this but simply left it alone. Except for her older cousin, Yan. She would always say “be strong and know that you are strength.” She took those words and kept them. When it finally became time to train, the fun times she knew were over and a hellish enlightenment began instead.

At first, the newfound work nearly broke Anyon. Days and weeks went by where she would be screaming during her exercises, inwardly or outwardly, and panting after they were done. A few of her fellow trainees did in fact drop out around her, but she never did, or rather she never could. Her willpower simply wouldn’t allow her to even entertain the idea, let alone bringing shame to her family name. It went on for years and while her will remained, her once playfulness and childish glee turned into a tenacity that could make grown men shutter. She grew a nasty habit of getting into fights, both as sparring and sometimes when they got too hot-blooded. Considering she was taller than most of them and even some teachers,she was considered a “fun challenge” by them. Every time, however, she fixed it with a better habit. She mended her wounds, as well as those she fought, even as they looked annoyed at her. No one had called her a crybaby once throughout her training.

At 23, she was sent to the western wing of the city to assist with guarding Yan’s sector of the city and also for better training with her staff. Her cousin had been held with such high regard and was a master in combat, but she could only do so much. It was the third night of a mostly uneventful patrol(with the only intruders being some boars). While her squad was some ways away from the city, an arrow was shot into a nearby tree. One of the guards, one she used to know from family outings, took a look at it...Oh, if only he had seen the tiny, tiny stone attached sooner. In a millisecond, the surroundings had bursted into an icy explosion. She said she only felt cold and being flung aside before she passed out.

As Anyon woke with a start, she checked herself first. Her wounds were bandaged, though not entirely healed. With a groan, she looked out to see she wasn’t in the city limits anymore. It had apparently been two months since the explosion. The outcast that had bandaged her up told her that. He had been away from the city for some time now but always came just close enough to admire its beauty while staying out of the patrolways. The night she was knocked out was the night of an attack by an unknown faction. She was the only one he could find before a second explosion of fire nearly got both of them. He couldn’t go back there obviously and simply took her in to heal her wounds. She knew she had to be presumed dead. She couldn’t go back. Given assistance by an outcast and failing to protect her city or even die honorably in its name...she refused to go back in such disgrace. She rushed out of the outcasts house.

After sometime of having left, she found herself in more southern lands with only some robes of a monk and a hat to her name. There were nights where she went hungry, but she always managed to find dinner the day after somehow. Be it luck, scavenging, or hunting. Eventually her experience in healing proved helpful as she took up being a mercenary. Her nature called out for her though and she soon was both a warrior and a medic. She felt shame for it...Using her birthright for the sake of worldy goods as opposed to higher callings...It was truly shameful, but money is food. Food is necessary. That’s the thought process she used to survive. Not long after she met a fellow who also belonged to Aier’Sun, Mirt. He seemed familiar, though she never could quite figure it out. The two soon realized how well they worked together and became a duo.

As time went on, the new lifestyle grew old on Anyon, and she soon took up deciding that there was more to it than just warfare or bloodshed, even of demon beasts. Everywhere she looked there was other people full of sin and despair, hiding it in empty activities, or people who take life as just being the material plane. There’s was something more to this world though, even if her nearly black steel heart didn’t want to admit. With Mirt’s wisdom(and more people friendly attitude), she made sure to help those people realize, perhaps not the religious factors of life, but the spirituality of it. They probably didn’t always felt they needed to know, but she knew they had to...At least, this was the one good karmic lesson a dead clergywoman wants to teach.

Magic

Life energy: C

Flow: C

Abstract Magic

Divine Protection of The Holy Triad
When Anyon is near holy symbols, artifacts, and locations, she is able to grant up to 3 allies(includes herself) a buff of her choice for 9 minutes. If she is granting a buff to two allies, it can be upped to two buffs for one of them and only lasts 6 minutes. If it is all a buff to one ally, she is allowed 3 but it only lasts 3 minutes due to the strain. It can be upped to 6 minutes, but the buffed ally will be exhausted for 6 minutes afterwards. The buffs are optional and do not need to be used all at once, but after using all 3, she must wait 3 hours since each buffs usage to use them again. If she attempts using it sooner than that, she risks burning out her mana and severe headaches, usually to the point of nosebleeds and even ear bleeding.

Spells
Ice Shield
Defense Buff
Speed Buff
Magic Buff
Attack Buff
Healing Spells
Stamina Buff
Calming Spells

Extra

Everyone assumes and comments that her parents must be giants or she has giants blood. No, she just grew stupidly big, unlike her folks. Also, there is far more to Anyon than any of the clergy of Aier’Sun would think they know. More to her than most would know in fact. Tales to tell later though.

Christ that took forever

Edit: I know how to use image but for the life of me the links weren't working with it. Also she is not a white clothed Holy woman despite clothes and title. She isn't that powerful. Nor can she predict the future

Re: Zero: The High Council

@ZekariVoblis

Even though we are full, I was willing to give your character a chance because two people seemed like they wanted you in. However, this character falls far below my standards for a few reasons.

She does not really offer anything that isn't already in the RP. we already have a psycho archetype. I'll spare explaining all the reasons why I'm very cautious about accepting such characters, but this already makes "happy psycho" an even harder pass for me. Her fighting style is one that is taken by at least two other characters in the RP. But the biggest reason why the character isn't up to snuff is because of how similar they are to a certain other Re:Zero character. Not just her face claim, but aspects of her personality and fighting style. Surely you can understand how this comes across as an embarrassingly lazy character submission?

I'm going to declare Mikayla rejected. She could work, but would require a massive overhaul to the point where she no longer represented the character you have just presented.

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say this character was made in haste to get into the RP as fast as possible, rather than the work of a hack RPer. You may try again, but I strongly recommend looking at the characters already in the RP so that you can fill a nich that isn't already filled. Also, getting creative and not ripping characters directly from Re: Zero will greatly increase your chances of being accepted.

@BrokenPromise

Understood, I'll start working on a new character instead of Mikayla. There were a few things I didn't quite realize when making said character so I must not have been paying as much attention as I should have.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Mikayla The Friendly Sociopath

Mikayla

danbooru.donmai.us//data/__ara_han_an… And the link to the actual photo and artist.

Unknown | Female | 110 lbs | 5’4’’
_Yin | Native | Human

Description
The Funnest Murderer You’ll Ever Meet

Appearance Description (optional)

She tends to wear more combat oriented clothes, but freeform clothes in combat. They’re usually just pants and shirts with light chainmail on her body to help block lethal blows. As for civies, she has a tendecy for dresses, jackets, and tank tops with shorts.

Personality

There is one simple motto in Mikayla’s life and the one she lives by: Enjoyment and Excitement. Her life is shaped and driven by those two words and she does enjoy them like any normal person would. Social events, music, festivals, fireworks, etc. But then there’s the things she enjoys that the normal person wouldn’t, such as warfare, bloodshed, the scent of fire and brimstone, carnage, etc. There’s just always something about the more “terrible” things in life that always just put a smile on her face and made her feel so blissful. Her two favorites of such things is, as anyone might guess from her profession, taking the life of another and seeing how others react to certain things. She’s a rather social person as well, though that helps to mask her inner manipulator. Despite how awful she is as a person, she’s actually a riot at parties as well. Most would say she’s downright festive and a natural. Her flirtatious side is also something that people tend to enjoy, though it’s usually just used to annoy them or get a reaction out of them. However, she isn’t keen on two things: unintelligent malevolence and people depending on talent.

Class
Mikayla is easily a trickster type of fighter, relying on misdirection and sabotage to win her battles. She has a large arrangement of poisons at her disposal that she, more often than not, applies to her weapons with antidotes usually on standby. She generally chooses to unnerve or use psychological warfare on her targets to create more openings or make them act sloppier in attacks. Nimbleness and agility are easily two things she excels at, but her ferocity is also something terrifying. She can easily attack harder and faster to pressure her opponents down or simply go for the famous death-by-a-thousand-cuts method. That being said, her defense aren’t the best, though she can definitely take a few hits. Her weapon speciality is knives, daggers, short swords, bladed gauntlets, and a special fingertip clawed glove that she’s personally made. She also has an assortment of disorienting items, such as smoke bombs. Funnily enough, she rarely uses her magical abilities.

Bio
There’s always been one trade secret in the...less than societally approved lines of work. Never give too much info on everything you’re about unless you have to. That’s something that’s always stuck with her. Mikayla’s past before her profession as a hitwoman and mercenary is not known to very many people, outside of the ones who she’s known in that past. She notes, however, that this job and the road leading to it were all her decision and one that she’s always felt she’d thrive in. Ever since, she’s been a fairly known name in the underground, though by the codename “Jellyfish.” An expert in poisons and weaponry, nearly every mark she’s been assigned has been a success. Because of how covertly she operates, usually targeting only those with their own blood on their hands, most of those outside the criminal underground don’t have her as much of a blip of her on their radar. Her ease at disguising herself, depending on the mission, helps quite a bit too. As far as most know, she’s been in the business for about 7 years, each year being a better payout for her than the last. However, recently, she’s taken a lull in her hits and has reportedly been more relaxed in terms of her operations. The reason is anyone’s guess.

Magic

Life energy: A

Flow: B

Abstract Magic

Nothing.

Extra
One of Mikayla’s deepest and innermost loves is to see people brought down to her world. Seeing a man or woman who is usually apart of the norm, though sometimes not, be turned into a blade for cutting down others is something that gives her immeasurable satisfaction. Though, she doesn’t get to do it very often.

Re: Zero: The High Council

<Snipped quote by ZekariVoblis>

Hello zeki

@liferusher

S'up life

Re: Zero: The High Council

Fuck, it closed up already? Was thinking about making an app