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Z a n d e r
Name
Alezander Pyralis
Age
15
Gender
Male
Appearance
One thing can be said about the Millennium Group, and it is that they tried their damnedest to make Zander look as presentable as possible, for an orphan plucked directly from the streets. Where his shock of crimson hair was once filthy and riddled with knotted ends, it is now simply an unruly collection of tufts. His most notable trait outside of this being his pale green eyes that seem to reflect the hunger of their owner.
Though he has spent the past few weeks adhering to a new diet in preparation for enrolling in the Asterisk, signs of Zander's upbringing can still be sign in his slim frame. He stands rather short for his age at five feet, two inches, which is at least partially attributed to his formerly perpetual state of malnourishment, something that cannot be helped even with an exercise plan of running from angry storekeepers and their guards that served as the closest thing your homeworld has to actual authorities.
Though he has spent the past few weeks adhering to a new diet in preparation for enrolling in the Asterisk, signs of Zander's upbringing can still be sign in his slim frame. He stands rather short for his age at five feet, two inches, which is at least partially attributed to his formerly perpetual state of malnourishment, something that cannot be helped even with an exercise plan of running from angry storekeepers and their guards that served as the closest thing your homeworld has to actual authorities.
Birthplace
Slars (formerly known as 8790I Vulcan) is the sole habitable planet of the Vulcan Cluster on the outskirts of the Solaris Accord. It was established as a mining colony during the years of humanity's initial expansion into the wider universe. While initially a boom settlement, it soon fell into disrepair and poverty once the mines were exhausted, and though the population has shrunken to nearly one third of its height, many still etch out their lives on the so called abandoned rock. That the vast majority do this via less than legal means is anything but a surprise, but the Slars have been deemed too insignificant to properly deal with by the Accord, and as such they continue as a pirate settlement of the disillusioned and dispossessed. How Zander escaped without some sort of disease is a minor miracle.
Personality
'Rough around the edges' is likely the most polite thing you'll hear said about Alezander Pyralis. More often, you'll hear about an overly aggressive, brash, and downright rude boy from the forgotten edge of the Solaris Accord who holds no respect for anyone. In truth, a lifetime of hardship and looking out for himself has left Zander very contemptuous and fiercely independent. Some would say he is ignorant of his standing in life. Zander would say it is quite the contrary; he knows exactly where he comes from, and would do anything to avoid going back to such a life. Anything. This does not lend itself to being a classmate to nobles, company heirs, and super geniuses, however.
In short, Zander has very little experience in dealing with people in his own age group. Being taken advantage of by corrupt orphan mothers and pawn brokers who deal in stolen goods? He knows those extremely well. Table manners and casual conversation? Not so much. How he will adjust going from living on city streets to within school dormitories is yet to be seen, but one thing is for sure, like Zander himself, it will no doubt be anything but subtle.
In short, Zander has very little experience in dealing with people in his own age group. Being taken advantage of by corrupt orphan mothers and pawn brokers who deal in stolen goods? He knows those extremely well. Table manners and casual conversation? Not so much. How he will adjust going from living on city streets to within school dormitories is yet to be seen, but one thing is for sure, like Zander himself, it will no doubt be anything but subtle.
Background
Born in the slums of the closest thing Slars has to a capital city, Alezander Pyralis' early life was not a pleasant one. Though he had the luxury of an orphanage to ensure he was literate and knew basic arithmetic, by the time he was twelve, Zander had already become a child of the streets, where he thrived as a thief and pick-pocket. He does not like to talk about his time in the orphanage, and the most anyone has ever gotten him to say on the matter is that those who did not starve either fought, or simply disappeared, and Zander ensured he was one of the former. In short, Zander had already been through more than his fair share of hardship before he found himself chosen to escape a life of poverty and petty crime.
Unbeknownst to Zander, Slars became the target of interest for a humanitarian organization known as the Millennium Group. Supposedly, they were looking for select volunteers to test their experimental magitek systems in exchange for a chance at an education and to become a productive member of society. All that mattered to Zander was that they were offering a way out of the hell hole that was his homeworld. Nonetheless, Zander saw his opportunity and took it. Eventually, it was revealed that he was the only test subject who successfully resonated with the 'Magitek Assistant Incantation Device.' and as such had the extreme luck of being selected to represent the organization at the Asterisk. Whatever that was.
His handlers in the Millennium Group have not told him that the Asterisk is another form of schooling.
Unbeknownst to Zander, Slars became the target of interest for a humanitarian organization known as the Millennium Group. Supposedly, they were looking for select volunteers to test their experimental magitek systems in exchange for a chance at an education and to become a productive member of society. All that mattered to Zander was that they were offering a way out of the hell hole that was his homeworld. Nonetheless, Zander saw his opportunity and took it. Eventually, it was revealed that he was the only test subject who successfully resonated with the 'Magitek Assistant Incantation Device.' and as such had the extreme luck of being selected to represent the organization at the Asterisk. Whatever that was.
His handlers in the Millennium Group have not told him that the Asterisk is another form of schooling.
Statistics
STR - ▰▰▱▱▱
DEX - ▰▰▰▰▰
CON - ▰▰▰▰▱
INT - ▰▰▱▱▱
WIS - ▰▰▰▰▰
CHA - ▰▰▱▱▱
DEX - ▰▰▰▰▰
CON - ▰▰▰▰▱
INT - ▰▰▱▱▱
WIS - ▰▰▰▰▰
CHA - ▰▰▱▱▱
M.A.I.D.
Following his selection to attend the Asterisk, Zander was put through a rigorous set of tests by a number of scientists at the Millennium Group to determine the best choice of MAID for his individual skill set. Eventually it was concluded that Zander was best suited for....a pair of sneakers. The unassuming nature of Zander's MAID belies their true function; acting as an exit point for the energy Zander can accumulate during a battle. Coincidentally, Zander's magical ability seems to manifest in the form of fire.
Considering the incredibly short amount of time Zander has been in possession of his MAID, he has shown a great amount of intuition with it, mostly in the form of propelling himself forward at nearly super sonic speeds, using his magical flames as a crude form of turbo fuel. Other than that, he seems to have grasped the obvious technique of just kicking various forms of fire at people. While not as skilled as most others attending the Asterisk, one cannot deny Zander's less than subtle fighting method is rather effective.
Considering the incredibly short amount of time Zander has been in possession of his MAID, he has shown a great amount of intuition with it, mostly in the form of propelling himself forward at nearly super sonic speeds, using his magical flames as a crude form of turbo fuel. Other than that, he seems to have grasped the obvious technique of just kicking various forms of fire at people. While not as skilled as most others attending the Asterisk, one cannot deny Zander's less than subtle fighting method is rather effective.
Miscellaneous
Zander was not born with a proper surname. When filing his paperwork for entrance into the Asterisk, his handlers simply put the city of his birth in place of a an actual name.
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AN SHIRADA
"..."
Shirada's response to a senseless conversation
Name
An Shirada
Age
16
Gender
Male
Birthplace
The pride of the Jot's technological advancement, Jotunheim is a ring-shaped installation designed and built to maintain the lives of over one billion citizens. The history of the ring dates over a hundred years ago, on the planet of Selo. The planet was among the most resourceful planet in the, at the time, newly formed Neutral Rim. Civilizations thrived under the gentle hand of mother nature. But among one of the greatest betrayals in the universe, the kids, the descendants of the generations who thrived on those planet, turned to send the entire planet into ruins and desolation. Jealous of each other's power and privilege (natural resources), while remaining ignorant to their own, the different nations on that world went on a long series of total war, against their own kind, their own brothers who thousands of years ago might have been brothers or sisters. It initially started as a small feud, but then spiraled out due to the above mentioned reason, from what may seemed to be able to be resolved in days, lasted nine years, claiming billions of lives. And by the time, there were no signs of ceasing, with billions more at their mercy.
At one point in the war, working for one of the superpowers at the time was an independent agency, tasked with development of civilian space program, as well as aeronautics research, but were converted into a weapon development department. The company was operated by scientists, engineers and professors, but was ran by an outside CEO, the workers in the corporation were also utterly sick at the president of the company for agreeing to sign up for an ignoble cause. They were employed to work for the cause of human development, not extermination. The motto 'for a brighter tomorrow' is not being followed. After some worker on strikes that didn't deter the leader's mind, the agency workers prepared for a coup de tat. Or in this case a complete declaration of independence from the nations of Selo, forming into a new nation themselves, ran by scientists, professors and intellectuals, working only for the common good. Disguised under a project of a weapon of mass destruction, Jotunheim was the result of these bonds, slipping silently through the eyes of the governing elites.
Jotunheim is a super-megastructure with a radius of nearly five thousand kilometers, floating in space. The ring-shaped installation is the greatest fruit of the Science Movement by the Jot people, with the ability to create and sustain a small-sized artificial sun in the center, monitored by an energy ball surrounding it, providing substantial heat to the citizens living within the ring. Oxygen and other necessary elements are all created by talented magicians and their successors (mostly children of them). For those that could not be self-supplied, they would import it from other systems. The installation is also protected from small to medium-sized asteroids thanks to a shield system.
The installation was built in three years, a few months faster than reported to the ministries. During the weeks leading up to the completion, the agency offered, mostly in discreet, their hands to the small numbers of progressive intellectuals in Selo, and a small number from other systems, and to millions of refugees living on the planet, inviting them to join the new nation, to work together and build a new world. They only managed to gather five hundred million people, with the majority from neutral countries and the refugees that reside in it, and a small number from other systems in the galaxy, but nevertheless, it was a good start. Once this is done, they publicly announced its independence. The superpower they used to work for was completely in disarray and outraged. They denounced the leaders and threatened to destroy Jotunheim once the war is over, but this was never the case. The nations left on Selo crippled each other to the point of nigh-irreversibility. With most intellectuals leaving the planet, their advancement were nearly stagnating. They are now considered one of the least developed planet in the universe
Back on Jotunheim, for the next few decades, the scientists that headed the Jotunheim project, now voted leaders of this new nation, set up their government, establish law, social order and culture, distinguishing values, principals and mottos. A meritocracy built on science, intelligence and for the cause of human development only, one of the prerequisite for the president's chair is minimum fifteen years of research in any fields of science, social or natural. The leaders are very focus on life quality and education. Life on the worldship is a little tight, but peaceful. People are sick of conflicts, and war is considered a taboo word to a Jot. Every citizens on the worldship are mutually respectful towards others, even if their ideals and opinions are different. One of the most impressive social achievements out there is the total number of crime reports for all crimes in general hanging only around tens of thousands in five years. Those who visits Jotunheim will be astounded by the quality of life there, with the landscape filled with skyscrapers and modern buildings, powered by renewable energy. But perhaps the greatest thing about the place is the education. The motto 'Today's Children, Tomorrow's World' emphasized how much the leaders care about education, especially the lower level. Every Jot's child born in this society is born with great intellect and taught with progressive methods, and are expected to finish at least college and university. Some other ambitious people continued on getting masters and doctoral degrees and proceeded to further the nation's scientific advancement.
However, there are some dark sides to the seemingly peaceful society of Jotunheim. The citizens sometimes look down on some of the leading and governing class people outside of their society, especially poor and war-torn planets, as the direct result of them leaving their home planet Selo was because of the combination of greed and stupidity. The other downside to the society is the lack of investment for the military. The word called 'war' is a word that is taboo but without understanding. As a result, the citizen's fate in this large universe is dependent on the wills of other larger factions out there to not wage war on them. There are, however, the recent and newer generations of Jots are more aware of the current situation in the universe, and had been making subtle movements to adjust.
Appearance
"Are you quite done yet? If so, then let us proceed."
"Shirada before combat"
At 5'7 but the wheelchair pushed him down to only 5'0, and 158 lbs., An looks frail comparing to his peers. His condition pretty much prevented him from gaining much weight. The man prefers to wear formal clothes above every other choices of clothing at all, aside from the mandatory school uniform of course. In fact, nobody actually knew the An Shirada wearing something that isn't a suit and a tie. His hair is silky white, straight and trimmed neatly, reflecting his formal nature. He wears a very thick glass, which is also his MAID, which is surprisingly, to anyone who discovers it, is a zero prescription glass. His eyes doesn't have any problems at all. His eye colors are a mystery to nearly everyone, except for those close to him.
In conclusion, An Shirada is an embodiment of what culture usually depicts rich and nerdy people: overly intellectual, introverted and pedantic.
In conclusion, An Shirada is an embodiment of what culture usually depicts rich and nerdy people: overly intellectual, introverted and pedantic.
Personality
Anyone strangers to An approaching him will most likely end the conversation with a long yawn.
The reason? He does not talk much. Not because he can't talk well, but because he doesn't want to. Especially from strangers, one reason because they are just plain stupid and uncivilized. Silence is the best answer to those fools, he says. It is also because he is already fine with the friends he has. Due to his disability occurring a little too early for a man like him, which very much limited his ability to move, he is confined and isolated on his wheelchair. As a result, he usually spend a great deal of time alone by himself, with either his book or computer, as his mind wanders elsewhere in this world. However, those who manage to bear such boredom and manage to break into his inner shell, this white-haired genius turns out to be quite a warming and dedicated friend. Those who did him great favors like helping him when he is in great needs or even saving his life would be met with utmost respect and hospitality from him. He is also the type of person to sympathize with a person's struggle, especially in terms of personal physicality, because he too had been through such difficulties himself.
As a result from his upbringing, An ends up being a very formal person. He is always seen wearing a suit and tie and speaking with politeness and elegance, even if he is not returned with such attitude. And, a little frighteningly, he also retains such formalities even in battle or critical conditions, as he sits firmly on his chair, speaks very formally and calmly as he delivers his most powerful to the enemy.
An is also an efficient person, preferring to solve problems with the least resources and effort as possible rather than trying to blindly punch his way through using brute strength. He is straight-forward and quick to the point, but not at the cost of his formality
The reason? He does not talk much. Not because he can't talk well, but because he doesn't want to. Especially from strangers, one reason because they are just plain stupid and uncivilized. Silence is the best answer to those fools, he says. It is also because he is already fine with the friends he has. Due to his disability occurring a little too early for a man like him, which very much limited his ability to move, he is confined and isolated on his wheelchair. As a result, he usually spend a great deal of time alone by himself, with either his book or computer, as his mind wanders elsewhere in this world. However, those who manage to bear such boredom and manage to break into his inner shell, this white-haired genius turns out to be quite a warming and dedicated friend. Those who did him great favors like helping him when he is in great needs or even saving his life would be met with utmost respect and hospitality from him. He is also the type of person to sympathize with a person's struggle, especially in terms of personal physicality, because he too had been through such difficulties himself.
As a result from his upbringing, An ends up being a very formal person. He is always seen wearing a suit and tie and speaking with politeness and elegance, even if he is not returned with such attitude. And, a little frighteningly, he also retains such formalities even in battle or critical conditions, as he sits firmly on his chair, speaks very formally and calmly as he delivers his most powerful to the enemy.
An is also an efficient person, preferring to solve problems with the least resources and effort as possible rather than trying to blindly punch his way through using brute strength. He is straight-forward and quick to the point, but not at the cost of his formality
Background
Shirada came from Jotunheim, a large worldship flying around the Neutral Rim, to a wealthy and educational family. The ship is all run by scientists and researchers, as the requirement to rule the civilization is through an election, but the candidate must have over fifteen years of research in any field of social or natural science. The place is very peaceful, with pretty much no wars or conflicts at all. All competitions are conducted in the names of science, and people are very committed to the cause of scientific and technological advancement.
As a result, the expectation of any family is to have an intelligent and clever child with high degrees of education. And this young man, An Shirada, the only son of the family, follows the tradition well. The family is held in very high regard but is considered eccentric; every meal was spent in relative silence, with everyone reading a book of their own, or if they ever talked, it would be entirely about academic.
Bearing all the expectation that people ask of him, An studied with great intensity. He was curious in many subjects, including mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, philosophy, history, politics, psychology and many more and proved himself a great mind. He spent a few years in a prestigious middle school, it was also the time in which he discovered his rare magical power to manipulate the inner power to create billions of highly energized atomic particles, in which can be used for mainly combat purposes, and partly civil purposes. By the time he reached high school, he was already proficient at this power that he could be considered a worthy combatant despite his disability. His father initially was concerned over the use of his power, as he wanted his son to have a more civil career. But An saw further. He is, after intensive studying, relatively concerned over the state of his planet, or worldship, as there were not enough emphasis on military funding, and that if either factions decide to declare war over Jotunheim, or the entire Neutral Rim in general, his people would be doomed. So he decided to spend a fraction of his time in furthering his own power, and studying more about politics.
By the time he was sixteen, there was a nation-wide competition for fifteen to sixteen years old students for a ticket to the Asterisk. The winner would represent the entire planet to study there, both in combat forms and academic knowledge. The idea really appealed to An, as he could utilize such environment to harness all his necessary skills. But competitions were tense. An pretty much passed the combat test easily, to the surprise of many. But the written test was a lot more competitive. He was on par along with three other potential candidates, all of whom had passed the other tests with flying colors. As a result, an oral examination was conducted. When the examiner asked what is his plans for the future, An replied: "If you give me the ticket, I'll go to the Asterisk. If you don't, then I'll stay and attend a moderate school. So I expect you to give me the ticket." He was held in higher regard than he thought. The examiner said they were dealing with a person cleverer than most, so they gave him the ticket.
And so the disabled genius left his home to the Asterisk, where he would spend the years there trying to perfect his own power, while learning more about the universe he live in, in the hopes that he could use such powers to not just further the development of his home world, but to protect them from any potential threats in the future.
As a result, the expectation of any family is to have an intelligent and clever child with high degrees of education. And this young man, An Shirada, the only son of the family, follows the tradition well. The family is held in very high regard but is considered eccentric; every meal was spent in relative silence, with everyone reading a book of their own, or if they ever talked, it would be entirely about academic.
Bearing all the expectation that people ask of him, An studied with great intensity. He was curious in many subjects, including mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, philosophy, history, politics, psychology and many more and proved himself a great mind. He spent a few years in a prestigious middle school, it was also the time in which he discovered his rare magical power to manipulate the inner power to create billions of highly energized atomic particles, in which can be used for mainly combat purposes, and partly civil purposes. By the time he reached high school, he was already proficient at this power that he could be considered a worthy combatant despite his disability. His father initially was concerned over the use of his power, as he wanted his son to have a more civil career. But An saw further. He is, after intensive studying, relatively concerned over the state of his planet, or worldship, as there were not enough emphasis on military funding, and that if either factions decide to declare war over Jotunheim, or the entire Neutral Rim in general, his people would be doomed. So he decided to spend a fraction of his time in furthering his own power, and studying more about politics.
By the time he was sixteen, there was a nation-wide competition for fifteen to sixteen years old students for a ticket to the Asterisk. The winner would represent the entire planet to study there, both in combat forms and academic knowledge. The idea really appealed to An, as he could utilize such environment to harness all his necessary skills. But competitions were tense. An pretty much passed the combat test easily, to the surprise of many. But the written test was a lot more competitive. He was on par along with three other potential candidates, all of whom had passed the other tests with flying colors. As a result, an oral examination was conducted. When the examiner asked what is his plans for the future, An replied: "If you give me the ticket, I'll go to the Asterisk. If you don't, then I'll stay and attend a moderate school. So I expect you to give me the ticket." He was held in higher regard than he thought. The examiner said they were dealing with a person cleverer than most, so they gave him the ticket.
And so the disabled genius left his home to the Asterisk, where he would spend the years there trying to perfect his own power, while learning more about the universe he live in, in the hopes that he could use such powers to not just further the development of his home world, but to protect them from any potential threats in the future.
Disability
When on a first year middle school field trip, when he was eleven, to a forest moon somewhere in the galaxy, An was subjected to a heavy and incredibly dangerous infection, which came from a poisonous creature, which caused one's muscle to lost strength very quickly everywhere the poison passes through. The creature was listed among one of the most dangerous out there on the planet, and arguably in the entire universe. The one bitten by such creatures can die within two hours, with the muscles that controls the breathings and other vital organs seizing to operate. There are no 'complete' cure. The school teacher and friends manages to bring him quickly to medical help, and the doctors manage to extract the poison out but the damage had been done. There was no way to bring back the muscle strength that was lost. Consequently, An lost the muscle control in his legs entirely, as he was bitten there. His torso was also severely weakened, being able to move slightly. His arms were not that much affected, but the effect was also apparent. However, and thankfully, almost, if not all, of his vital organs remained intact, and his face muscles were spared. As a result, he is capable of eating, breathing, speaking, seeing and maintaining some basic physiological needs.
When faced with the disease, An was hit hard, but after a lot of encouragement from his family and instructors, he continued his studies while he learnt to adapt to this new condition. The isolating process of treatment led him to become a lone wolf and extreme introvert like how he is today. Around the same time, he discovered his magical ability. Fortunately, and probably also a merit, for this genius, his family was wealthy enough to handle this sudden change of lifestyle. A robotic nurse was hired to take care of some of his physiological needs that he could not help himself, and was given special permission in the Asterisk, as soon as she remains only in the vicinity of his room. An electronic wheelchair is also bought, using the latest technology of 'air petroleum', the technology that converts air into energy. It takes around fifteen minutes to fully charge from 0 to 100 percent, and can be used 3 hours straight. The wheelchair is controllable via a small rotatable ball on his armrest. Thanks to the good treatment from his family and people, he is ready to study again, with as much efficiency as he used to before the condition.
When faced with the disease, An was hit hard, but after a lot of encouragement from his family and instructors, he continued his studies while he learnt to adapt to this new condition. The isolating process of treatment led him to become a lone wolf and extreme introvert like how he is today. Around the same time, he discovered his magical ability. Fortunately, and probably also a merit, for this genius, his family was wealthy enough to handle this sudden change of lifestyle. A robotic nurse was hired to take care of some of his physiological needs that he could not help himself, and was given special permission in the Asterisk, as soon as she remains only in the vicinity of his room. An electronic wheelchair is also bought, using the latest technology of 'air petroleum', the technology that converts air into energy. It takes around fifteen minutes to fully charge from 0 to 100 percent, and can be used 3 hours straight. The wheelchair is controllable via a small rotatable ball on his armrest. Thanks to the good treatment from his family and people, he is ready to study again, with as much efficiency as he used to before the condition.
Statistics
STR - ▰▱▱▱▱
DEX - ▰▱▱▱▱
CON - ▰▰▰▰▰
INT - ▰▰▰▰▰
WIS - ▰▰▰▰▱
CHA - ▰▰▰▰▱
DEX - ▰▱▱▱▱
CON - ▰▰▰▰▰
INT - ▰▰▰▰▰
WIS - ▰▰▰▰▱
CHA - ▰▰▰▰▱
M.A.I.D.
The glass that An is usually seen wearing is also the M.A.I.D device that he uses in battle. What better a MAID device for this young man than something that he uses every day, 24/7 and is always on and with him all the time. The magic powered by this small device is a specialized innate and highly-energized power of a person. The ability to utilize this power is rare, and requires a great deal of concentration. This power can be utilized into many different techniques (References only). The three below can be used at the same time, with the shield able to be maintained as long as he is not exhausted, with the final move being the only one that cannot be used while at least one of the other are being used:
+Aegis's shield: One of the trademark ability of this power is the ability to create an impassible shield that surrounds An in his wheelchair, and potentially other allies if need be. The only way through this shield, and arguably to win, is to hit it as hard as you can, as the shield is directly connected to his stamina. The harder you hit, the more fatigue he feels. If you manage to struck down the shield with your power, congratulation, you have won, because he is completely vulnerable without it. Another path is to make him lose concentration, as his power requires significant amount of it
+Collider Bomblets: He is also capable of materializing this energy into small round balls the size of a soccer ball and super heating it to magma level. A touch of this ball can melt. The ball is slow but explodes when in contact with a solid surface.
+Wave-force Lasers: A highly energized beam of energy that is a lot faster in terms of velocity than the collider bomblets, but is not as collateral or deadly. However, these things can be fired with a fast rate.
+Collider Decimator: One of the deadliest moves, but the most costly. It is the same principle as the bomblets, but instead of multiple bomblets, he concentrates the majority of his strength and stamina into one gigantic bomb, engulfing the impact area with a boiling bath of energy near ground zero.
Miscellaneous
He enters battle in his wheelchair, and is almost unable to dodge anything due to his slow engine. Also, he had a robot maid/nurse in his dorm room to help him with his needs.
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R u m i k o
“In the time it takes to be polite I have wasted valuable seconds that could’ve been better spent on something important. For example, such activities include not talking to you. Does that make my feelings clear? Do you need elaboration?”
Personal Dossier
Name
Rumiko Uchūhashi
Japanese: Uchūhashi Rumiko
Japanese: Uchūhashi Rumiko
Age
16
Gender
Female
Birthplace
Alpha Centauri, Solaris Accord
Appearance
Dark blue hair, dull hazel irises, and a tall stature yet confident statures allows Rumiko to stand out among her classmates, though her stoic nature that values “facts over feelings” has often intimidated others. Rumiko is relatively attractive, though she is most likely not the most appealing girl at the academy aboard the Asterisk due to her tendency toward blank expressions, unimpressed frowns, and generally appearing to be disinterested in anything another student (or instructor) has to say.
Personality
Giving off an aura of confidence, competence, and strength, Rumiko Uchūhashi is a proud young woman from the planet of Alpha Centauri. Rumiko is full of charisma, though not in the way that most would think upon hearing about the blue-haired centaurian’s talents with speaking. The short version of this is that Rumiko is a frigid, cold-hearted, and rather tactlessly blunt person who cares absolutely little of other people’s feelings and often displays a robotic approach to the human condition. The few friends she has often regard her as being “on par with an actual robot” and such assertions are generally correct in that Rumiko sees numbers, facts, and figures above all else. In Rumiko’s mind the most important thing in life is to be mathematically prepared and technically correct. It is a way of thinking that has been ingrained in her mind since she was but a child by her father and principal educator, Takuya Uchūhashi.
However, Rumiko is not entirely cold-hearted. When she makes long-term acquaintances she tends to value them greatly despite feeling weary of them due to the ephemeral nature that relationships tend to gravitate towards in her experience. This is in part due to the way Rumiko was taught and raised; her father often telling her not to get “too attached” to others as it not only takes time from her responsibilities but also deflates her total sum value. A younger Rumiko had once been excited to have friends, but her father quickly reminded her that if her value dropped too far then he would no longer have any use for her. The fear of being sold off as a commodity entered Rumiko’s mind and it has never left. Despite this there has been one particular person that she considers a friend and a long-time one, a girl she met at a junior prepatory academy in the Solaris Accord, a girl that would be persistent in forcing herself into Rumiko’s “sphere”. This friendship has been closely observed from afar by her father and Rumiko knows it, but Rumiko understands the consequences of her becoming inefficient and short-sighted.
People who become friends with Rumiko may not even realize they are friends at all, though Rumiko’s behavior does certainly adjust. As stronger bonds develop Rumiko will exponentially increase the amount of her observations. Sometimes this is idle teasing, but most of the time these blunt remarks come from a place of protectionism, a place that Rumiko intends to remind them to make those she cares about stronger and more capable because she doesn’t want the universe to devour them. Rumiko feels more at home among starry eyed idealists and naïve perfectionists for just this reason; they are people that she envies and pities them, people that at some core she wishes she could be. But with the corporate arm hanging over her head Rumiko knows this is not a possibility.
However, Rumiko is not entirely cold-hearted. When she makes long-term acquaintances she tends to value them greatly despite feeling weary of them due to the ephemeral nature that relationships tend to gravitate towards in her experience. This is in part due to the way Rumiko was taught and raised; her father often telling her not to get “too attached” to others as it not only takes time from her responsibilities but also deflates her total sum value. A younger Rumiko had once been excited to have friends, but her father quickly reminded her that if her value dropped too far then he would no longer have any use for her. The fear of being sold off as a commodity entered Rumiko’s mind and it has never left. Despite this there has been one particular person that she considers a friend and a long-time one, a girl she met at a junior prepatory academy in the Solaris Accord, a girl that would be persistent in forcing herself into Rumiko’s “sphere”. This friendship has been closely observed from afar by her father and Rumiko knows it, but Rumiko understands the consequences of her becoming inefficient and short-sighted.
People who become friends with Rumiko may not even realize they are friends at all, though Rumiko’s behavior does certainly adjust. As stronger bonds develop Rumiko will exponentially increase the amount of her observations. Sometimes this is idle teasing, but most of the time these blunt remarks come from a place of protectionism, a place that Rumiko intends to remind them to make those she cares about stronger and more capable because she doesn’t want the universe to devour them. Rumiko feels more at home among starry eyed idealists and naïve perfectionists for just this reason; they are people that she envies and pities them, people that at some core she wishes she could be. But with the corporate arm hanging over her head Rumiko knows this is not a possibility.
Background Information
Rumiko Uchūhashi is the heiress to the most wealthy (and by extension, most influential and powerful) dynasty on Alpha Centauri.
For as long as Rumiko can remember, the principles of the Interstellar Centauri Corporation have surrounded her. Her people, as being as gifted businessmen as they had been when they set their eyes on the stars had left a lot of their humanness on Earth. Alpha Centauri evolved into a corporatocracy, turning a blind eye to the social ethics of a situation if it meant turning a profit. Rumiko’s father made this clear to her in her early education, telling her that everyone was a commodity and that there was no single person that lacked a interstellar value on the market. It would take many years for Rumiko to grasp this, but her father kept a close watch over her development as he began preparing her to be an asset to him as he did not value her as his daughter, or at the very least he valued her as a commodity and asset over being his own flesh and blood.
When Rumiko’s development turned to a prospect of a member of the magically-inclined her father was greatly pleased – not only did it raise her value on the interstellar market, it allowed Alpha Centauri to have another pawn in the “game” that was that of the Asterisk. He increased her training and education, now including physical conditioning. Rumiko did not take well to it at first given her talents were largely in the intellectual rather than the physical, though she eventually found herself sharpening her reflexes as per her father’s request. After all, she had never forgotten the consequences of not living up to being an efficient tool of the corporation; her father did not mince words in that he could easily sell her off if her value was not as perceived. It seemed cold, but it was her reality. A reality she would never forget when she was ushered off to the Asterisk after completing preparation for it.
For as long as Rumiko can remember, the principles of the Interstellar Centauri Corporation have surrounded her. Her people, as being as gifted businessmen as they had been when they set their eyes on the stars had left a lot of their humanness on Earth. Alpha Centauri evolved into a corporatocracy, turning a blind eye to the social ethics of a situation if it meant turning a profit. Rumiko’s father made this clear to her in her early education, telling her that everyone was a commodity and that there was no single person that lacked a interstellar value on the market. It would take many years for Rumiko to grasp this, but her father kept a close watch over her development as he began preparing her to be an asset to him as he did not value her as his daughter, or at the very least he valued her as a commodity and asset over being his own flesh and blood.
When Rumiko’s development turned to a prospect of a member of the magically-inclined her father was greatly pleased – not only did it raise her value on the interstellar market, it allowed Alpha Centauri to have another pawn in the “game” that was that of the Asterisk. He increased her training and education, now including physical conditioning. Rumiko did not take well to it at first given her talents were largely in the intellectual rather than the physical, though she eventually found herself sharpening her reflexes as per her father’s request. After all, she had never forgotten the consequences of not living up to being an efficient tool of the corporation; her father did not mince words in that he could easily sell her off if her value was not as perceived. It seemed cold, but it was her reality. A reality she would never forget when she was ushered off to the Asterisk after completing preparation for it.
Attributes & Other Information
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M.A.I.D.
A collapsible metal alloy decorates what appears to be Rumiko’s magical device, bearing the appearance of a metal staff or stand of some sort. The device in question has multiple applications, including amplification properties through the top-piece. Some might say a “sound amplification staff” is a good enough fit for a charismatic force of nature like Rumiko, though others argue that a more conventional weapon-like device would be better suited given the circumstances. At the end of the day, opinions are like assholes and the only one that matters is Rumiko’s. The element associated with the device, which Rumiko has named “vocoder”, would be that of wind as sonic force is an aspect of such things. The device is attuned to Rumiko’s voice and its power is thus amplified by not only her will but the fluctuations in her voice – for example, if she throws out her voice the ability of the MAID is drastically weakened.
Miscellaneous Information
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Merringo Saljinon
*incoherent internal screams*
Name
Merringo 'Merry' Saljinon
Age
16
Gender
Female
Birthplace
Tobal - The Neutral Union
For every Jotunheim, there is a Tobal, a planet that seems to break off from common sense altogether, instead indulging in the fact that magitech, if properly developed, allows one to actually pursue a more anachronistic life than one would expect. A meritocracy built upon physical might and outdated chivalry, Tobal is a planet that generates much of its wealth as an 'entertainment' planet. On one side, honored guests can enjoy perfectly controlled yet charmingly imperfect encounters with the natural world or receive divinely stress-relieving massages from a collection of lubricated supermodels. On the other side, those with a taste for testosterone can pick any number of exciting, innovative, brutal sports to gamble and cheer on. The top echelon of athletes within Tobal are viewed as heroes and role models, gods amongst men, and mid-level athletes find much success in interplanetary tournaments.
Indeed, in Tobal, they simply make people bigger than the norm, their most ground breaking scientific breakthroughs always revolving around the studies of kinesiology. A land of knights, a land of champions, a land of entertainers, Tobal always puts its best foot forward, a winning smile for each foreign prince and princess to grace its fantastical lands.
For every Jotunheim, there is a Tobal, a planet that seems to break off from common sense altogether, instead indulging in the fact that magitech, if properly developed, allows one to actually pursue a more anachronistic life than one would expect. A meritocracy built upon physical might and outdated chivalry, Tobal is a planet that generates much of its wealth as an 'entertainment' planet. On one side, honored guests can enjoy perfectly controlled yet charmingly imperfect encounters with the natural world or receive divinely stress-relieving massages from a collection of lubricated supermodels. On the other side, those with a taste for testosterone can pick any number of exciting, innovative, brutal sports to gamble and cheer on. The top echelon of athletes within Tobal are viewed as heroes and role models, gods amongst men, and mid-level athletes find much success in interplanetary tournaments.
Indeed, in Tobal, they simply make people bigger than the norm, their most ground breaking scientific breakthroughs always revolving around the studies of kinesiology. A land of knights, a land of champions, a land of entertainers, Tobal always puts its best foot forward, a winning smile for each foreign prince and princess to grace its fantastical lands.
Appearance
At 5'7 and 117 lbs, Merringo is a slender lass, plagued by a certain physical condition that makes it extremely difficult to put on weight and muscle while also making her constantly hungry and irritable. Her hands are callused, her body filled with a variety of scrapes and bruises, but for all the pains she goes through, the young girl doesn't have much to show of it. It pisses her off, really, that she can't attain her ideal of being a muscled Amazon, but it's doubly irritating when others think she's 'cute' and someone that they must 'protecc' due to her currently pathetic build. Indifference or irritation is the most common expression on her face, and her current wardrobe of punk rock attire, complete with studded accessories and leather, seems to be more of a way to turn normies the fuck away rather than to truly reflect her musical tastes.
Her ears are pierced, a different earring every day. Her hair is dyed, the natural color being blonde. When studying, she wears glasses, but otherwise pretends that her vision is definitely 100% perfect.
Her ears are pierced, a different earring every day. Her hair is dyed, the natural color being blonde. When studying, she wears glasses, but otherwise pretends that her vision is definitely 100% perfect.
Personality
On good days, Merringo is charmingly direct, a young lady who's straight to the point, quick to help, and has the cool aura of someone who's competent, confident, and doesn't feel the need to show it off. Despite her delinquent-esque appearance, her mind is sharp, her eyes are bright, and she walks with purpose, as if she has a hundred things on her to-do list and plans on doing them all before school ends. Some may think of her as blunt, others may think of her as difficult to approach, and still more may dream of her being some high-functioning kuudere, capable of social interaction but not beholden to filthy social media addictions, but regardless, on her good days, Merringo is a very good girl.
Her good days, sadly, are pretty rare, because she's a neurotically competitive tryhard with a tongue as sharp as razors and an attitude towards others that veers her so hard down the tsun territory that Merringo may as well just be a thorny bush with no petals to speak of (metaphorically). Is it a matter of pride? Is it a matter of expectations? No, it's more akin to an obssession to sprint as far up the staircase as possible, while expecting others to put in the same amount of effort as herself. Oh, but she still gets shit done as well, and does a pretty good job of it, so on those not-good days, Merringo could easily just be summed up as 'a bundle of rusty barbed wire with the functionality of a quantum computer'. Definitely capable and rational, but definitely pissy and bitchy as well.
Of course, Merringo's enough of a disciplined high-functioning psychobitch to at least withold the majority of her asura-like wrath towards the entirety of the universe until she can get back home and scream into her pillow. Most of the time, at least.
Her good days, sadly, are pretty rare, because she's a neurotically competitive tryhard with a tongue as sharp as razors and an attitude towards others that veers her so hard down the tsun territory that Merringo may as well just be a thorny bush with no petals to speak of (metaphorically). Is it a matter of pride? Is it a matter of expectations? No, it's more akin to an obssession to sprint as far up the staircase as possible, while expecting others to put in the same amount of effort as herself. Oh, but she still gets shit done as well, and does a pretty good job of it, so on those not-good days, Merringo could easily just be summed up as 'a bundle of rusty barbed wire with the functionality of a quantum computer'. Definitely capable and rational, but definitely pissy and bitchy as well.
Of course, Merringo's enough of a disciplined high-functioning psychobitch to at least withold the majority of her asura-like wrath towards the entirety of the universe until she can get back home and scream into her pillow. Most of the time, at least.
Background
Tobal is a planet where athletes are superstars, where physique, not intelligence, matters the most, even in a universe where manual labor and human craftsmanship means almost nothing. In this backwater planet that doesn't matter at all, Merringo was born as the eldest daughter of the Saljinon family...before her younger siblings quickly grew taller and bulkier than her. A defect amongst the genetic demigods of the world-renowned Saljinon 'brand', she was kept out of the public's eyes even as her sisters and brothers were pulling in dozens of medals in their respective sports. Her parents coddled her out of sympathy, her younger siblings did their best not to trouble their physically inferior older sister, and all that sympathy gave birth to a really pissy girl who just wanted to get swole like the rest of them, who wanted to get at least some sense of superiority over every other one of those lucky, seven foot tall gods of might.
So she studied instead. Did lots of reading and writing. Kept up with her gruelling workout regimes instead. Ignored the fact that all the older boys she was interested in were stolen away from her by other, beefier girls. Learned to enjoy the pain of her all but futile efforts. Maybe became a bit of a masochist. Definitely became a super angry tryhard. Probably derived some sick pleasure at seeing herself ascend to the top of her class, academically. Was this the revenge of the nerd?
Yes, this was.
Especially when she was the one out of all those barbaric muscle gods to snatch up the spot to fly off to the Asterisk, representing the backwaters planet of Tobal, where brawn meant more than brains. Haha, fuck them all. How does it feel now?
Her family still sent her off with smiles, kisses, and pleasant platitudes of 'being so proud of her' though. That was certainly a thorn in her gut.
So she studied instead. Did lots of reading and writing. Kept up with her gruelling workout regimes instead. Ignored the fact that all the older boys she was interested in were stolen away from her by other, beefier girls. Learned to enjoy the pain of her all but futile efforts. Maybe became a bit of a masochist. Definitely became a super angry tryhard. Probably derived some sick pleasure at seeing herself ascend to the top of her class, academically. Was this the revenge of the nerd?
Yes, this was.
Especially when she was the one out of all those barbaric muscle gods to snatch up the spot to fly off to the Asterisk, representing the backwaters planet of Tobal, where brawn meant more than brains. Haha, fuck them all. How does it feel now?
Her family still sent her off with smiles, kisses, and pleasant platitudes of 'being so proud of her' though. That was certainly a thorn in her gut.
Statistics
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INT - ▰▰▰▰▰
WIS - ▰▰▰▰▱
CHA - ▰▰▰▰▰
M.A.I.D.
Merringo's MAID takes the form of a two handed sword, miraculously balanced to the point where even a flimsy waif such as herself could wield it without much trouble. The entire weapon appears to be forged out of a single block, a claymore chiseled out white stone rather than forged with hammer and flame. It is a truly gaudy weapon, embellished with gold and obviously more fitting for a muscular warrior-king rather than an angry hamster, but it's what her parents got her, and no matter how much of a teenager she was, Merringo has no plans of just throwing it away. No, this oversized sword, the same length as her body, is what she fervently swings over and over again in battle. Every step she takes is small, but every step she takes will build up. And one day, one fucking day, she will be able to ram the full length of her sword down some asshole's throat and claim her glorious, glorious victory.
That wish is what she clumsily engraved in the fuller of her MAID. And by the gods of the cosmic multiverse, she WILL smote someone with this oversized blade one day.
But this nameless sword is not just a sword. It is a MAID.
And, stubborn as it is, Merringo has no intention of drawing out the true manifestation of her power.
That wish is what she clumsily engraved in the fuller of her MAID. And by the gods of the cosmic multiverse, she WILL smote someone with this oversized blade one day.
But this nameless sword is not just a sword. It is a MAID.
And, stubborn as it is, Merringo has no intention of drawing out the true manifestation of her power.
Miscellaneous
Her voice is cute and high pitched, like one of those Youtubers who appeal to lonely creepy anime nerds. She hates her voice.
Her musical tastes lean towards rap, especially the type that plays during the trailers of sports-centric movies. She also enjoys listening to ASMR featuring young men whispering insults into her ears, but will probably kill anyone who learns of this.
Her favorite foods are high calorie jelly drinks, orange or lemon flavored. She orders those by the boxes, especially when the end of the school year nears.
Outside of being a salty bitch who tries to place first in everything she can, Merringo also enjoys riding a flying motorcycle around. Surprisingly, she doesn't have any road rage at all and the whole experience is quite meditative for her.
Her musical tastes lean towards rap, especially the type that plays during the trailers of sports-centric movies. She also enjoys listening to ASMR featuring young men whispering insults into her ears, but will probably kill anyone who learns of this.
Her favorite foods are high calorie jelly drinks, orange or lemon flavored. She orders those by the boxes, especially when the end of the school year nears.
Outside of being a salty bitch who tries to place first in everything she can, Merringo also enjoys riding a flying motorcycle around. Surprisingly, she doesn't have any road rage at all and the whole experience is quite meditative for her.
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{"You seriously believe that you stand a chance against me, don't you? A~hahahahahaha~! ...How cute."}
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{Fairy Dance || Hayashi Yūki}
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{"Really, I'm not that hard to please. I only require- Hey, are you listening?! How dare you ignore me, you rude-!"}
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{"Really, I'm not that hard to please. I only require- Hey, are you listening?! How dare you ignore me, you rude-!"}
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{"Come now, entertain me! Show me what you're capable of!"}
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{"Come now, entertain me! Show me what you're capable of!"}
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Princess Lukarya was born the youngest and thus perhaps most cherished daughter of His Highness the Imperial Monarch Caius Anh-Sahaak fon Euna Amarant I. The Monarch, a former warlord who had established a powerful protectorate over the entire Amarant Cluster in the Neutral Rim, is regarded by his subjects as something of a "hero king," in no small part due to the frequent festivals, banquets, and other such entertainments he hosted at his own personal expense. Nevertheless, the Amarant Cluster was governed by a strict caste system, with cases of extreme merit - usually in either combat or magical engineering - or very rare, fortunate marriages being the only way to achieve upward mobility.
As such, Lukarya had little experience with common people, largely living an isolated life with the children of knights and nobles in her father's palace-worldship, the Rysslind, in orbit over the moon of his empire's capital world, and only being sent abroad to study at respectable private academies for the children of the foremost social elites in the Solaris Accord. However, as she also displayed a remarkable proficiency for magic, she, unlike her two elder sisters - both of whom were married off to other Neutral nobles from nearby territories to secure alliances - was ultimately selected to go to the Asterisk to learn more of the arts of magic and combat, and to serve as the representative of the Amarant Cluster in disputes with other powers. With this responsibility heavy upon her shoulders, she set forth from the lap of luxury, determined to make her father proud...
As such, Lukarya had little experience with common people, largely living an isolated life with the children of knights and nobles in her father's palace-worldship, the Rysslind, in orbit over the moon of his empire's capital world, and only being sent abroad to study at respectable private academies for the children of the foremost social elites in the Solaris Accord. However, as she also displayed a remarkable proficiency for magic, she, unlike her two elder sisters - both of whom were married off to other Neutral nobles from nearby territories to secure alliances - was ultimately selected to go to the Asterisk to learn more of the arts of magic and combat, and to serve as the representative of the Amarant Cluster in disputes with other powers. With this responsibility heavy upon her shoulders, she set forth from the lap of luxury, determined to make her father proud...
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Princess Lukarya's weapon of choice is the uncharacteristically unassuming armband she wears as part of her uniform. Known as the Crimson Cloth Mk. II, it is a more compact version of a common magical tool among martial artists. Its elemental affinity is Earth, and it dedicates its entire power to processing three magic formulas.
The first is Self-Replication, allowing the fabric of the ribbon to absorb magical energy from the user in order to increase its length. This also allows it to repair itself from damage, provided that Lukarya still has magical energy to replace the damaged cloth, in addition to granting it the capacity to extend and contract at will. Through judicious use of this power, she's capable of controlling the motions of the cloth to some extent by "growing" it in a specific direction to wrap around a target. Between this and her own natural dexterity, her manner of fighting resembles nothing so much as the elaborate and fanciful ribbon dances upon which she bases most of her movement, giving her an air of almost ritualistic grace and poise even in the midst of combat.
The second formula is Reinforcement, serving simply to increase the durability of the ribbon based on the magical power she's pumping through it. At its highest level, she can temporarily grant her ribbon the durability of a particularly thick steel cable while still retaining its flexibility, making it highly resistant to cutting, and incredibly efficient at absorbing blunt force due to its shock resistance.
The final formula is unique to the Crimson Cloth, and was designed specifically by Amaranti engineers to synergize with the Princess' own magical talents. It is an archaic spell that focuses on the amplification or reduction of gravitational fields. In practice, it allows Lukarya to freely alter the weight of objects in contact with the ribbon, making them almost impossibly heavy, or tremendously light. This power has a variety of uses, but as Lukarya isn't a terribly creative sort, she usually just tries to wrap the ribbon around her enemies to weigh them down and render them immobile, or to simply throw large objects at targets, reducing their weight before amplifying it right before they make contact. She can, however, wrap the ribbon around her own body as armor, or use it as a makeshift lasso to swing herself around, among a few other things. More techniques may come with time as she adapts further to the art of combat against skilled opponents.
The first is Self-Replication, allowing the fabric of the ribbon to absorb magical energy from the user in order to increase its length. This also allows it to repair itself from damage, provided that Lukarya still has magical energy to replace the damaged cloth, in addition to granting it the capacity to extend and contract at will. Through judicious use of this power, she's capable of controlling the motions of the cloth to some extent by "growing" it in a specific direction to wrap around a target. Between this and her own natural dexterity, her manner of fighting resembles nothing so much as the elaborate and fanciful ribbon dances upon which she bases most of her movement, giving her an air of almost ritualistic grace and poise even in the midst of combat.
The second formula is Reinforcement, serving simply to increase the durability of the ribbon based on the magical power she's pumping through it. At its highest level, she can temporarily grant her ribbon the durability of a particularly thick steel cable while still retaining its flexibility, making it highly resistant to cutting, and incredibly efficient at absorbing blunt force due to its shock resistance.
The final formula is unique to the Crimson Cloth, and was designed specifically by Amaranti engineers to synergize with the Princess' own magical talents. It is an archaic spell that focuses on the amplification or reduction of gravitational fields. In practice, it allows Lukarya to freely alter the weight of objects in contact with the ribbon, making them almost impossibly heavy, or tremendously light. This power has a variety of uses, but as Lukarya isn't a terribly creative sort, she usually just tries to wrap the ribbon around her enemies to weigh them down and render them immobile, or to simply throw large objects at targets, reducing their weight before amplifying it right before they make contact. She can, however, wrap the ribbon around her own body as armor, or use it as a makeshift lasso to swing herself around, among a few other things. More techniques may come with time as she adapts further to the art of combat against skilled opponents.
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Although she's skilled at manipulating her M.A.I.D. from a great deal of training and practice, she lacks real combat experience. As such, she's not good at thinking tactically in a fight, and generally tries to win through brute force rather than strategy. Furthermore, due to her genteel upbringing, she lacks a tolerance for pain, and thus might not be able to endure as many hits as a more rough-and-tumble fighter. Similarly, although she's very good at various artistic pursuits and more social skills, she's terrible at math, has an abysmal grasp of history, only the bare minimum of knowledge of fundamental magic theories, and essentially no comprehension of scientific studies. Furthermore, she also isn't exactly familiar with how common people live their lives, and thus routinely blunders in the kinds of assumptions she makes about social conventions at a level lower than what she's used to.
Her voice is naturally very smooth and even, but also rather high-pitched. Her singing range is in the soprano, and, while not a maestro by any means, is nevertheless quite pleasing to hear whether she's speaking or singing.
Aside from her first and last name, the title "Ahn-Rysslind" is similar in usage to the German "von," roughly meaning that she is "Lukarya of Rysslind," signifying her place of birth and family heritage. "fon Zahria," in turn, is non-gendered, but similar to the Welsh "ap" for males or "ferch" for females, meaning roughly "child of Zahria," and designates her family heritage on her mother's side.
She has two elder sisters and an elder brother. Both sisters, however, married off to members of the nobility when Lukarya herself was fairly young, and, perhaps due to her father's favoritism, were oftentimes rather harsh towards her. Consequently, they were never particularly close. Her brother, however, is to some extent her personal idol, and despite only being able to meet infrequently, she respects him highly.
Princess Lukarya, while she does have a dorm room on the Asterisk itself, also sometimes secludes herself on board her yacht, the Ryssilya, docked with the station.
More TBA as I iron out backstories with other PCs.
Her voice is naturally very smooth and even, but also rather high-pitched. Her singing range is in the soprano, and, while not a maestro by any means, is nevertheless quite pleasing to hear whether she's speaking or singing.
Aside from her first and last name, the title "Ahn-Rysslind" is similar in usage to the German "von," roughly meaning that she is "Lukarya of Rysslind," signifying her place of birth and family heritage. "fon Zahria," in turn, is non-gendered, but similar to the Welsh "ap" for males or "ferch" for females, meaning roughly "child of Zahria," and designates her family heritage on her mother's side.
She has two elder sisters and an elder brother. Both sisters, however, married off to members of the nobility when Lukarya herself was fairly young, and, perhaps due to her father's favoritism, were oftentimes rather harsh towards her. Consequently, they were never particularly close. Her brother, however, is to some extent her personal idol, and despite only being able to meet infrequently, she respects him highly.
Princess Lukarya, while she does have a dorm room on the Asterisk itself, also sometimes secludes herself on board her yacht, the Ryssilya, docked with the station.
More TBA as I iron out backstories with other PCs.
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Darth Shadow Watching you from afar...
Member
Seen
7 yrs ago
Takamitsu Masaru
Name
Takamitsu Masaru
Age
15.
Gender
Male.
Birthplace
Population: 13,634,537,968
Welcome to Crone, the Twin Planets. These two planets were colonized by the Europeans during their space conquest and expansion in the 23th that stems from Earth. As such, the people here typically have a positive viewpoint toward Earth and its cousins in the neighbouring galaxies. Consecutively rated as the most beautiful planet for three years by the Cosmos Seeker, a world organization that is known for its famous adventure and exploration news toward the uncharted space, the duo planets are known to be famous for its excellent services, high tech resorts, beautiful beaches, and sight-captivating geographical sights as well as planet-scale meteor showers. In fact, the highest meteors density could be find within in the system, located in the Kiber belts region and 7.5 AU away from Crone.
But Crone is not only an adventure land, it is also one of the leaders in green techs. From anywhere, visitors could encounter men and nature living in harmoniously. It is absolutely true that the sight of the wildlife could still be seen on this planet, something that others had strive for decades if not centuries. These areas attracted hundreds of millions of tourists per year during summer, in which spectators experienced the viewpoints of an animal that they choose within the planet through ICC (Intellectual Cortex Connection). Whether it is a scorpion from the Andromeda Galaxy or a gazelle in Sol, as long as they are presented on Crone, you can be whatever you want to be.
All of this could not achieve without its peers, brothers and sister planets within the Solaris Accord, and the government of the Crone expect to achieve much more than that, especially after their voice within the Solaris Accord had been gaining popular within the Council for its avocation toward nationalism.
Appearance
Standing at 5 feet 8 and weighted 128 lbs, Masaru belongs to the lightweight division. He is quite thin compared to his peers, but not too thin that its become a cumbersome to his routine activities. So on the outer surface, Masaru is relatively fined. He has some pimple here and there but that is to be expected from a boy in his development. He has a few strands of beard that he is trying to get used to.
Unlike his brothers and sisters, Masaru prefer simplicity over utility or complexity. As so, the boy usually dresses in his plain white shirt and brown short, which of course draw lots of public notices during the first few years. But aside from that, nothing too quirky or odd.
Unlike his brothers and sisters, Masaru prefer simplicity over utility or complexity. As so, the boy usually dresses in his plain white shirt and brown short, which of course draw lots of public notices during the first few years. But aside from that, nothing too quirky or odd.
Personality
Masaru is a dilemma. Borned from a family that had long roots in Crona’s political system, the Takamitsu family was famous for the number of leaders that comes out from this family. As such, being diplomatic is something that most if not all has expected from Masaru since birth. But as boy continued to grow, the more isolated he becomes. He would rather hiding in the corner, watching Phineas and Ferb, Three Dynasties and various other animes. Living a true otaku life, the boy only recently entering the society after being pressured by his family members. But still, years of living in the dark and sustaining his life through various type of animes and chips had caused some aftermath. The boy’s body is relatively fragile, the result of continuously binging animes and lack of exposure to the sun. To add on to that, he also develops slight autism, rendering his miserable social skill to a new height.
Maybe it was because of watching too much idealistic cartoons; Masaru’s mind is not completely normal. The problem here is he lives too much idealistic. His thoughts are too absurd, unreal, and will never likely to happen. And because of that, he is required to have a psychological checkup every three weeks or so with a doctor.
Please, if you are seeing he is not interacting, it is not because that he is not interesting in your conversation. It is just that he is too shy to talk. So please, if possible, can you open a conversation with him? A small talk would mean a lot to him.
Maybe it was because of watching too much idealistic cartoons; Masaru’s mind is not completely normal. The problem here is he lives too much idealistic. His thoughts are too absurd, unreal, and will never likely to happen. And because of that, he is required to have a psychological checkup every three weeks or so with a doctor.
Please, if you are seeing he is not interacting, it is not because that he is not interesting in your conversation. It is just that he is too shy to talk. So please, if possible, can you open a conversation with him? A small talk would mean a lot to him.
Background
Born in the Takamitsu family; Masaru’s life was determined from birth to be involved with politics. His father, a senator within the Crona’s Senate House. His mother, a political figures that fought for equality between sexes and a typical mother figure. And as similar parents, they guid Masaru to be a politician like his parents.
And in their eyes, their son developed the way they expected him to be. He was silent. He was a good student, topping the class with perfect score in most academic classes except literature. His skills in instruments are insurmountable as the boy could play every song with perfect tunes and rhythm, despite he had never listened nor having any practices before hand. Rumors begin arising in the family, about another prodigy is going to take the wheel and take the family to new level of fame and power.
But life does not deal the desirable card for the ambitious couple. Maybe his autism was caused during birth. Maybe it was because when they gave him an excessive amount of free time. Nonetheless, it was 13 when the couple discovered their son suffered level 1 autism. Although it was easier to treat compared to other level, the mental illness will never go away. The perfect figure of a prodigy soon fades away, replace by an otaku that lacks any social interactions with the outside world. The couple were disappointed about what happened. But still, they did what they could. They took him to the most advanced medical planet, only to receive “the theory is still in development.”
So, the couple turn their eyes to Asterisk, where magics happened. With their influences, the couple were able to obtain a ticket to Asterisk for Masaru. Although there were some discord for unjust, voices soon disappeared as the boy achieved easy victory in his academic field.
And in their eyes, their son developed the way they expected him to be. He was silent. He was a good student, topping the class with perfect score in most academic classes except literature. His skills in instruments are insurmountable as the boy could play every song with perfect tunes and rhythm, despite he had never listened nor having any practices before hand. Rumors begin arising in the family, about another prodigy is going to take the wheel and take the family to new level of fame and power.
But life does not deal the desirable card for the ambitious couple. Maybe his autism was caused during birth. Maybe it was because when they gave him an excessive amount of free time. Nonetheless, it was 13 when the couple discovered their son suffered level 1 autism. Although it was easier to treat compared to other level, the mental illness will never go away. The perfect figure of a prodigy soon fades away, replace by an otaku that lacks any social interactions with the outside world. The couple were disappointed about what happened. But still, they did what they could. They took him to the most advanced medical planet, only to receive “the theory is still in development.”
So, the couple turn their eyes to Asterisk, where magics happened. With their influences, the couple were able to obtain a ticket to Asterisk for Masaru. Although there were some discord for unjust, voices soon disappeared as the boy achieved easy victory in his academic field.
Statistics
STR - ▰▰▱▱▱
DEX - ▰▰▰▱▱
CON - ▰▰▰▱▱
INT - ▰▰▰▰▰
WIS - ▰▰▱▱▱
CHA - ▰▰▱▱▱
-2 for Slight Autism
-1 for Otaku lifestyle
DEX - ▰▰▰▱▱
CON - ▰▰▰▱▱
INT - ▰▰▰▰▰
WIS - ▰▰▱▱▱
CHA - ▰▰▱▱▱
-2 for Slight Autism
-1 for Otaku lifestyle
M.A.I.D.
Through multiple test, it was discovered that Masaru was suitable to a M.A.I.D taken shape of a hand necklace that made up of 18 pearls. The pearls are consists of three types with three distinct colors: red, blue, green.
- Red: These pearls are able to release an information bomb, shocking every living being within an area of 8 meters by overloading their sensory system.Multiple uses could result in burns, blind, deaf, and possibly insanity. Although sound cool, these pearls are required to charge up, allowing Masaru to only able to use these pearls to a total of 9 times per turn at max. (9 pearls for 15 minutes before required to charge for 1 hours. )
- Blue: Unlike red pearls, blue pearls are focused on providing a photon shield. A good rule of thumb is that the larger the area that the shield has to cover, the weaker is the shield and reverse. Beside, when using this shield, an area of light shall be blocked as photons from one side is unable to reach another. Because of this, it would be fatal if the shield is in front of someone’s faces as it would taken their sights as well. And similar to red pearls, once the shield had been broken, the blue pearl would required to recharge. Because of this, Masaru is likely to be able to create 18 shields based on his current reflexes. (6 pearls required to charge for 3 hours)
- Green: The fewest of the three, the green pearl is able to perform on site healing. But nothing too great. It could provide a temporary stop to the bleeding as well as assisting with some minor movements. But nothing too great. It couldn’t perform surgery, grows limbs, nor resolve mental issues. All it can do is providing minor healing until aid could come. Unlike the other two that could be replenished on site and in battle if the fight prolonged, the green pearls required 1 days to completely replenish one pearl to full.
Miscellaneous
Theme:
Cirillo Bianchi
"Don't take life so seriously. 's not like you're getting outta it alive, anyway."
Name
Cirillo Bianchi, but he's also used to responding to "Cyril", "Ciri" and "You little shit"
Age
16
Gender
Male
Birthplace
PSR B1257+12 A/B, commonly Draugr, People's Union.
A small planet far from the stability of the Solaris Accord's core, Draugr is distinguished by its indistinguishability. It played a relatively small part in the war, and though it is recognized as an official part of the People's Union, it is far from the center of political discourse. It has traditionally been self-sustaining, and both immigration and emigration rates are low; those who were born there seem mostly content to stay, while residents of other planets are in no hurry to move to the quirky, distant little rock. Especially since Draugr comes packed with quite a reputation.
The planet contributed little to the war effort, but that did not mean its people stood united. Quite the contrary; conflict among citizens persisted far past the declaration of peace, particularly among the young and the able who felt robbed of a chance to fight for their beliefs. The planet teetered on the edge of a civil war. The circumstances gave rise to crime that grew more and more organized by the day; until Syndicates, as they were referred, engulfed the entire celestial body.
To this day, it is these Syndicates that hold all the real power within society, their influence undeniable and omnipresent. At the same time, it is these very organizations that uphold peace and order, swiftly taking care of those that seek to stir trouble or threaten the system. As such, organized crime and corruption are seen as regular parts of every day life. Sometimes, people simply disappear - it's a fact of life. Unfortunate for certain, but so are thunderstorms and floods; yet there is little anyone can do to stop any of them.
It is generally understood that as long as one keeps out of the shadier parts of cities and towns, does not involve themselves in anything illegal or try to show opposition to the powers that be, they are able to live out their days in peace. It is the loons and the fools that find themselves in trouble.
Incidentally, Cyril is the latter.
A small planet far from the stability of the Solaris Accord's core, Draugr is distinguished by its indistinguishability. It played a relatively small part in the war, and though it is recognized as an official part of the People's Union, it is far from the center of political discourse. It has traditionally been self-sustaining, and both immigration and emigration rates are low; those who were born there seem mostly content to stay, while residents of other planets are in no hurry to move to the quirky, distant little rock. Especially since Draugr comes packed with quite a reputation.
The planet contributed little to the war effort, but that did not mean its people stood united. Quite the contrary; conflict among citizens persisted far past the declaration of peace, particularly among the young and the able who felt robbed of a chance to fight for their beliefs. The planet teetered on the edge of a civil war. The circumstances gave rise to crime that grew more and more organized by the day; until Syndicates, as they were referred, engulfed the entire celestial body.
To this day, it is these Syndicates that hold all the real power within society, their influence undeniable and omnipresent. At the same time, it is these very organizations that uphold peace and order, swiftly taking care of those that seek to stir trouble or threaten the system. As such, organized crime and corruption are seen as regular parts of every day life. Sometimes, people simply disappear - it's a fact of life. Unfortunate for certain, but so are thunderstorms and floods; yet there is little anyone can do to stop any of them.
It is generally understood that as long as one keeps out of the shadier parts of cities and towns, does not involve themselves in anything illegal or try to show opposition to the powers that be, they are able to live out their days in peace. It is the loons and the fools that find themselves in trouble.
Incidentally, Cyril is the latter.
Appearance
One need not hear Cyril speak to understand just what kind of a person he is - for better or for worse. Standing at a rather regular 5'11, he carries himself with misplaced confidence that doesn't quite befit a boy from a backwater planet. Worse, no matter the circumstance, you will rarely find his face in a frown - unless it's a heavily exaggerated one, most commonly followed by a snide remark or an attempt at a joke.
In fact, that's what life seems to be to him; a joke, not a thing to be taken seriously. Mischievous smiles, hands moving to the lazy rhythm of his words and a complete lack of posture; those are the cornerstones of what make up one Cirillo Bianchi, and you're entirely forgiven for finding it infuriating. He's like water; calmly flowing through life without a care in the world, yet never completely still. He does have a goal, after all. He just doesn't entirely care whether he reaches it today or next year. He's dead either way.
In short, he has quite a punchable face.
In fact, that's what life seems to be to him; a joke, not a thing to be taken seriously. Mischievous smiles, hands moving to the lazy rhythm of his words and a complete lack of posture; those are the cornerstones of what make up one Cirillo Bianchi, and you're entirely forgiven for finding it infuriating. He's like water; calmly flowing through life without a care in the world, yet never completely still. He does have a goal, after all. He just doesn't entirely care whether he reaches it today or next year. He's dead either way.
In short, he has quite a punchable face.
Personality
Cyril is, essentially, that guy; the one that can't help but offer his commentary and crack unsolicited jokes at whatever topic is at hand, regardless of its gravity. Laid-back to the point it teeters on unnatural, he seems entirely unconcerned by things most people would find troubling. He's either unable or unwilling to read the mood, and seems to miss social cues many would consider obvious. Often, people simply label him an idiot and move on - and that is definitely not an inadvisable tactic.
However in truth, he isn't as stupid as he makes himself out to be (he wishes). Contrary to popular belief, he's actually quite perceptive; able to read people better than anyone would think to give him credit for. It's thanks to that, in part at least, that he's also able to be quite charismatic when the need arises. Yes, him. This guy.
Though he often wields them for stupid purposes, he does have a way with words, honed by years of practice. He can talk himself out of many a bad spot, and it helps that he has an uncanny ability to keep his calm even in the face of danger. He has no pride to be wounded, and his life is forfeit anyhow; what is there left to be angry or shaken about?
Unfortunately, this does mean that his sense of self-preservation is low and his priorities rather messed up. Underneath the laid-back disposition is a defeatist, a boy who's very much resigned to his fate. The dark humour is a coping mechanism, as is the devil may care attitude. All the same, it's a genuine part of him now.
To sum the boy up, if he isn't busy having fun, getting in trouble, joking or flirting up a storm, he's... probably asleep - or dead. Like, literally.
However in truth, he isn't as stupid as he makes himself out to be (he wishes). Contrary to popular belief, he's actually quite perceptive; able to read people better than anyone would think to give him credit for. It's thanks to that, in part at least, that he's also able to be quite charismatic when the need arises. Yes, him. This guy.
Though he often wields them for stupid purposes, he does have a way with words, honed by years of practice. He can talk himself out of many a bad spot, and it helps that he has an uncanny ability to keep his calm even in the face of danger. He has no pride to be wounded, and his life is forfeit anyhow; what is there left to be angry or shaken about?
Unfortunately, this does mean that his sense of self-preservation is low and his priorities rather messed up. Underneath the laid-back disposition is a defeatist, a boy who's very much resigned to his fate. The dark humour is a coping mechanism, as is the devil may care attitude. All the same, it's a genuine part of him now.
To sum the boy up, if he isn't busy having fun, getting in trouble, joking or flirting up a storm, he's... probably asleep - or dead. Like, literally.
Background
Cirillo's life could have been easy enough. He was born into an entirely average home with two hardworking parents and a family dog with the most pretentious name imaginable. The quintessential middle class home, one could say. Being the only child of a couple that had wished for kids for years, Cyril was spoiled to the extent his parents' salaries would allow. He wasn't given everything his heart desired, but there was no lack of love, toys or games during his childhood.
In retrospect, perhaps that was a bad thing. Perhaps things were made a bit too easy for him; to the point that on some days - weeks, months - Cyril was almost bored by the normalcy.
Either way, like most things in life, it did not last. Draugr was hit with recession, and it didn't take long for its effects to reach the Bianchi household. Cyril was around ten when his parents came home downtrodden, with furrowed brows and tired eyes. The plant they had been working in until then had laid off workers. In favour of magitek, many said in angry, hushed whispers, it's the very thing that sparked the war the last time!
But though rumours circulated, none dared try and ascertain the truth underneath Syndicate's ever-vigilant eyes. Instead, it was taken as simply another thing that happened and had to be overcome, not by fighting against it but by finding a way around it. Cyril's parents set out to look for new jobs, be that those were not an easy find at the time. They did eventually land something that paid a few bills, but the pay was only a small portion of what they'd earned prior. More was needed, if they were to uphold their quality of life. And it would need to be an endeavour shared by the entire family.
Though still young, Cyril was ushered to try and find a part-time job to help support the family. Reluctant at first, the preteen did as he was bid and set out, eventually landing a job as a delivery boy. The pay was as poor as could be however, and once his father fell ill and was rendered unable to work, the pocket money Cyril brought home was like trying to apply a band-aid on a gash. Cute, but effectively useless.
And yet, his mother was soon granted a promotion, and his father's condition was stable and not at all life-threatening. The financial climate was slowly changing. If only Cyril had stuck delivering food a few years longer, things could have perhaps returned to the way they were.
But the young boy was filled to the brim with impatience and frustration, and from those circumstances came the worst decision he ever made.
It happened one day on a bustling market as he returned home from work. Caught in the crowd and unable to push past all the people much bigger than him, Cyril found himself bumping into backs and pockets left and right, until someone's wallet threatened to spill onto the pavement. Thick and filled to the brim with cash, it was an opportunity all too tempting to pass up on.
Cyril brought home an exceptional sum of money that day; a bonus for work well done, he said. The next day, he brought home almost as hefty a sum, as he did the few days after that - though he'd stopped showing his entire haul in case it might rouse suspicion. And, just like that, gone were his problems. He could once again afford all the things his parents had bought him in the years past, be that some he had to buy in secrecy. He no longer had to go to work, when he could earn much more in a much shorter time.
For a long time, it was simply pickpocketing. Then it was counterfeits, sold with the most charming smile he could muster. And when that became all too boring, he trafficked illegal goods, broke into homes and menaced people he was paid to target, all for the sweet promise of money and excitement. He no longer needed the games and goods he'd originally missed so; he had something much more exhilarating now, a thrill unlike any other.
Then, one day, that thrill became a thriller.
To Cyril, the man had been but another target; just someone who wore an archaic gold watch that someone else wanted. He'd moved in with practiced charm and dexterity, smiling at the stranger one minute; gone with his belongings the next. By all means, it had been a success. The money the watch fetched him was exceptional, enough to support the entire family for... for years, he bet.
The warning bells did not ring in his head until a gunshot rung in his ears. The man had caught up with him, and slowly the gravity of the situation dawned on young Cyril. This was no ordinary Joe; this was a man held in high regard by one of the largest Syndicate families, and he was not pleased.
Cyril thought he would die there and then, but he did not. Not yet, he was told; he would not be going anywhere until he'd paid back the full sum of the watch he stole. Which, according to the man, was far greater than what he'd been told by his contractor. The watch had been a MAID; he would be paying back his debt for years until he'd be allowed the peace of a grave. If not through money, then through blood; of those, Cyril reluctantly chose the former.
After three years of working for the Syndicate, Cyril was informed that he would be sent away. To where and for what purpose, he did not know - but he'd long since learnt that refusal was not an option. So, all he did in the wake of the news was cross his arms, cock his brows and ask with the deadpan tone only a dead man walking could muster: "Should I bring sunscreen?"
In retrospect, perhaps that was a bad thing. Perhaps things were made a bit too easy for him; to the point that on some days - weeks, months - Cyril was almost bored by the normalcy.
Either way, like most things in life, it did not last. Draugr was hit with recession, and it didn't take long for its effects to reach the Bianchi household. Cyril was around ten when his parents came home downtrodden, with furrowed brows and tired eyes. The plant they had been working in until then had laid off workers. In favour of magitek, many said in angry, hushed whispers, it's the very thing that sparked the war the last time!
But though rumours circulated, none dared try and ascertain the truth underneath Syndicate's ever-vigilant eyes. Instead, it was taken as simply another thing that happened and had to be overcome, not by fighting against it but by finding a way around it. Cyril's parents set out to look for new jobs, be that those were not an easy find at the time. They did eventually land something that paid a few bills, but the pay was only a small portion of what they'd earned prior. More was needed, if they were to uphold their quality of life. And it would need to be an endeavour shared by the entire family.
Though still young, Cyril was ushered to try and find a part-time job to help support the family. Reluctant at first, the preteen did as he was bid and set out, eventually landing a job as a delivery boy. The pay was as poor as could be however, and once his father fell ill and was rendered unable to work, the pocket money Cyril brought home was like trying to apply a band-aid on a gash. Cute, but effectively useless.
And yet, his mother was soon granted a promotion, and his father's condition was stable and not at all life-threatening. The financial climate was slowly changing. If only Cyril had stuck delivering food a few years longer, things could have perhaps returned to the way they were.
But the young boy was filled to the brim with impatience and frustration, and from those circumstances came the worst decision he ever made.
It happened one day on a bustling market as he returned home from work. Caught in the crowd and unable to push past all the people much bigger than him, Cyril found himself bumping into backs and pockets left and right, until someone's wallet threatened to spill onto the pavement. Thick and filled to the brim with cash, it was an opportunity all too tempting to pass up on.
Cyril brought home an exceptional sum of money that day; a bonus for work well done, he said. The next day, he brought home almost as hefty a sum, as he did the few days after that - though he'd stopped showing his entire haul in case it might rouse suspicion. And, just like that, gone were his problems. He could once again afford all the things his parents had bought him in the years past, be that some he had to buy in secrecy. He no longer had to go to work, when he could earn much more in a much shorter time.
For a long time, it was simply pickpocketing. Then it was counterfeits, sold with the most charming smile he could muster. And when that became all too boring, he trafficked illegal goods, broke into homes and menaced people he was paid to target, all for the sweet promise of money and excitement. He no longer needed the games and goods he'd originally missed so; he had something much more exhilarating now, a thrill unlike any other.
Then, one day, that thrill became a thriller.
To Cyril, the man had been but another target; just someone who wore an archaic gold watch that someone else wanted. He'd moved in with practiced charm and dexterity, smiling at the stranger one minute; gone with his belongings the next. By all means, it had been a success. The money the watch fetched him was exceptional, enough to support the entire family for... for years, he bet.
The warning bells did not ring in his head until a gunshot rung in his ears. The man had caught up with him, and slowly the gravity of the situation dawned on young Cyril. This was no ordinary Joe; this was a man held in high regard by one of the largest Syndicate families, and he was not pleased.
Cyril thought he would die there and then, but he did not. Not yet, he was told; he would not be going anywhere until he'd paid back the full sum of the watch he stole. Which, according to the man, was far greater than what he'd been told by his contractor. The watch had been a MAID; he would be paying back his debt for years until he'd be allowed the peace of a grave. If not through money, then through blood; of those, Cyril reluctantly chose the former.
After three years of working for the Syndicate, Cyril was informed that he would be sent away. To where and for what purpose, he did not know - but he'd long since learnt that refusal was not an option. So, all he did in the wake of the news was cross his arms, cock his brows and ask with the deadpan tone only a dead man walking could muster: "Should I bring sunscreen?"
Statistics
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M.A.I.D.
Cyril's MAID takes the form of a ring, usually worn in his left middle finger. It's a fancy-looking thing of plated gold that paints him wealthier than he really is. Usually, his MAID allows him three distinct forms of attack.
1) By snapping his fingers (with the finger the ring is worn in, of course), Cyril can create a spark of static electricity that then gets picked up and amplified by the MAID and his own magical prowess. This allows Cyril to shoot out blasts of electric energy from his fingers with a snap. These blasts may stun targets or interfere with less complex electric devices upon contact (MAIDs are unaffected).
2) Similarly, by utilizing electric magic, the ring allows Cyril to essentially turn his hand into a railgun. He can pick up small objects such as rocks, and then with a snap of his fingers, fire them off at such high velocities that they essentially become makeshift bullets.
3) Finally, the ring is able to give Cyril's punches quite a shocking edge. Channeling energy into his very fist, the MAID can enhance the power of his punch and, upon impact, release magic straight into the target's body. Needless to say, this is particularly useful when he's forced into close-quarter combat.
1) By snapping his fingers (with the finger the ring is worn in, of course), Cyril can create a spark of static electricity that then gets picked up and amplified by the MAID and his own magical prowess. This allows Cyril to shoot out blasts of electric energy from his fingers with a snap. These blasts may stun targets or interfere with less complex electric devices upon contact (MAIDs are unaffected).
2) Similarly, by utilizing electric magic, the ring allows Cyril to essentially turn his hand into a railgun. He can pick up small objects such as rocks, and then with a snap of his fingers, fire them off at such high velocities that they essentially become makeshift bullets.
3) Finally, the ring is able to give Cyril's punches quite a shocking edge. Channeling energy into his very fist, the MAID can enhance the power of his punch and, upon impact, release magic straight into the target's body. Needless to say, this is particularly useful when he's forced into close-quarter combat.
Miscellaneous
♟ He's kleptomaniac, and cannot help his impulses sometimes. It's best to keep your valuables close by - or if not, at least your weapon; so you can whack him when he tries to reach for your stuff.
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