Anna Sachae

Fantasy Dungeon Crawl: Take 3

I do like to keep things vague for that exact reason, yes. ^_^

Anyway. Willing to further discuss it if necessary. I'm not trying to establish a political hierarchy in Hell or anything. Just the idea that demons exist and do fire stuff on occasion.

Fantasy Dungeon Crawl: Take 3

@VitaVitaAR The sword was honestly thrown in because I realized she didn't have a magic weapon. I haven't devoted a lot of thought to what it was yet, and it went with her fire theme. Highly negotiable. I can find something else for it.

The rest, on the other hand...not so much. Kael isn't a feature of any established setting (that I know of, and if so it's quite incidental), but meant to be the name of a small town which pretty much no one has heard of. It's got zero development apart from being named Kael and being where Charlotte grew up. You don't necessarily have to slot it anywhere if you don't want to. Small town. No real narrative value. Source of a name and an origin. The name isn't changing, but you don't have to bend over backwards to fit it into the world.

"Fallen angels" don't exactly fall by the spewin' wicked fire dealio. It would be a massive conceptual change to swap from demonic origins. Her title is literally "hellknight." How much power she has and what she can do with it? Totally workable. But where she gets it from is sort of a fundamental portion of her character. I'm not sure how much wiggle room that leaves.

Fantasy Dungeon Crawl: Take 3

Ah, I see what all of this red tape is about now. You're just stalling. Slacker. :P

... <3

The thread took off from planning to OOC in less than an hour. I think we can wait, dear.

Fantasy Dungeon Crawl: Take 3

This is a very strange system you have. :P

Spoilered, because I think it looks gaudy otherwise. o.0

Name: Charlotte Euryale of Kael
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Hellknight
Appearance: Boomshakalaka. Right eye.

Personality: Charlotte has perfected the art of navel-gazing. While not exactly a nice woman, she's not unpleasant to talk to most of the time, well-spoken and even-tempered. She is, however, quite brutal, with very little regard for the safety of others, and none at all for that of her enemies. Charlotte often comes off as distant or dreamy, like her spirit just isn't in it...until battle starts and the blood starts flowing. Her cursed need to hurt and dominate others makes her much less personable during combat when she has easy and socially-acceptable means of doing just that.

Brief Backstory: A former soldier in the armies of a less-than-kind emperor, Charlotte of Kael was knighted as Dame Charlotte Euryale upon her selection to join an elite group of knights. The Order of the Brass Gauntlet subsequently inducted her into their ranks with eldritch rituals and fiendish pacts. Her service was eager, brutal, and willing, but she's recently seen the light and deserted. Now she's fleeing from powers both physical and metaphysical, and what better place to hide than deep underground.

Equipment: Charlotte's only real "equipment" is her sword, Kataraménos. A bastard sword with a blade that feels warm to the touch, it can light aflame with a mental command from its wielder. While not equipment, Charlotte's Hellfire-imbued flesh is as protective as most actual armor, and grants her a powerful resistance to the flames she so eagerly spews about.

Abilities: Charlotte is a veteran swordswoman, of course. She wouldn't very well deserve the title "knight" if she couldn't handle a weapon. Apart from her resistance to injury, her pacts with powers best left unknown provide her with two main abilities: she can generate Hellfire at will, firing it from her hands as wicked bolts, and anyone who meets the gaze of her right eye becomes paralyzed with magical fear. This effect varies wildly depending on the strength of the victim's soul.

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Fantasy Dungeon Crawl: Take 3 Interest Check and Signups

I don't think I've overcommitted myself to enough RPs yet. So sure. On-board.

To The Edge of the World...

Well, if that wasn't the friendliest half-breed she'd met since she started moving south. Non-humans were somewhat uncommon where Charlotte came from, but they seemed to be anything else around here. It'd taken her weeks to become properly accustomed to dealing with filthy sub-human animals wearing pants those of differing heritage, and it was still a work in progress, at that. She had to ponder for a long moment before answering, just to clean up her response to prevent any...unpleasantness.

"Have you ever considered the horizon, Rockmar?" She gripped the rope she was almost hanging from a bit tighter, her voice barely loud enough to carry back to the ship. "Infinite possibility, unspeakable danger, or possibly just a lot of water. No one can no until they arrive there, and simply discovering what it holds destroys the very concept of being a horizon." Her tone got a bit quieter. "Are we explorers, or destroyers?"

In another moment, she swung back around to the deck, landed firmly on her boots, and made eye contact (with the only eye she had available). "Charlotte, of Kaer," she introduced, holding a hand out for a proper, formal shake. Which she assumed, of course, that filthy monkies southern metahumans understood.

To The Edge of the World...

No worries. I overshot the mark. I'll try to dial it back in the future. XD

To The Edge of the World...

CS is up, and my first IC post on this board. And now, with that feeling of accomplishment, back to Young Justice I go.

To The Edge of the World...

Hanging half-off the ship by one of the port lines connected to the mast, Charlotte eyed the horizon, and very much didn't turn her attention anywhere near the port they were approaching. An endless ocean had seemed like the perfect place to lose herself before she'd actually attempted to...well, lose herself. She reasoned that it would probably just take her some time to get accustomed to the idea of keeping her own company - the Order had provided her with a dozen or more peers to keep her occupied, and now she would very hopefully never see any of them again.

Especially not here. Not in the middle of nowhere.

Part of her almost pitied the men she was stuck on this ship with. How many of them would die when her shadow caught up to her? How many would simply suffer? How long would it take her to become this poor, unsuspecting crew's personal albatross? And when would she get over herself already? Jeez, all of that moping was going to give her a wart, or something. She'd have something to distract herself with in a few hours' time, and a perfect opportunity to field test how this new arrangement was going to work out. Hell only knew what a simple squatter's island had in store for her.