13org

Elysium Academy- Interest Check

Great!!

Quick question:

How do dormant bloodlines work regarding the CS, their future and where they'll be in the RP? Like, I assume if they have zero idea they have any divine ancestry, there would be no reason for them to go to the hidden sanctuary, right? Maybe being a part (or a recruit idk) DDA would be more feasible.

Elysium Academy- Interest Check

This sounds fun!

Are applications still open?

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Miya

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^{Wings are, most of the times, hidden beneath the stitches on her back, only beginning to show when under severe emotional distress or danger.}

#11

S I G I L L A T A
^{"The Sealed One"}

• P h y s i c a l A g e •
18

• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Female

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
Russia

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •

+ Quiet + Friendly + Playful
- Cunning - Temperamental - Morally Detached
* To know why she was created and which one among them is the real one. * For the hunger and the pain to stop. * To be treated as a person and not a weapon or an object.

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •

Verbum Sigillatum — The Sealed Word|

#11 seems to be able, in some way, to mutter words and sounds that seem to be impossible to comprehend, record or even be heard by mortal beings. Such words can be clearly heard by all beings in a radius of 2km from her, even if the are merely whispered. A few select people of profound faith who hear those, claim to be able to hear the words and mention as them being the forbidden language of angels while others merely hear a profound rumbling along with the sound of a far away bell.

The first word ceases all sound inside the area, causing an absolute and complete, deafening silence, making any kind of verbal communication impossible. Heartbeats of all those inside seem to beat in unison, being the only sound that can be heard. #11 seems to also know the location of every living being inside this area being able to read their emotions and intent.

"Sathariel"

The second word causes a blinding light to shine down from the heavens. All darkness is washed away by a flood of divine light and ethereal feathers. Deception becomes utterly impossible inside this area, be it trying to hide or conceal oneself, lie or deceive. Masks — magical, physical, emotional — shatter. #11 seems to be able to move in flickers while inside the area. Like light glancing off a mirror she seems to appear just where attention isn’t, seeming to vanish between glances and making targeting, hitting or even keeping up with her as she moves very hard.

"Raziel"

The third word causes all other miracles or supernatural abilities that are not born of true holiness or pure intent to be severely weakened or simply fade, according to how far away from #15 they are. Those with strong link to the divine claim to feel a tremendous spiritual weight upon hearing the word, a reminder of their origin. Those of unholy or unclear nature are compelled to kneel. Stronger ones are able to resist this effect, but are still impacted by it, becoming slower and sluggish. All those who dare defy the divine law inside the area and move with ill intent will find their actions reflected back to them.

"Phanuel"


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Israfil

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#11

R E S I G N A T A
^{"The Unsealed One"}

• P h y s i c a l A g e •
18

• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Female

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
Russia

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •

+ Fearless + Determined + Devoted
- Cold - Merciless - Arrogant/Self-Righteous
* To herald the beginning of the end.* To be released from the seals and the girl she is trapped into. * To punish humans for their defiance.

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •

Sigillum Fractum — The Broken Seal|

Due to it's destructive power and uncontrollable nature, a restriction was put into the last form of this ability. When said restriction is lifted by #11's handler, at the cost of inflicting a crippling, almost incapacitating state of hunger into #11 when the battle ends, The angel which is trapped inside #11 is forcefully unsealed. Marked by the sounding of a deafeningly loud trumpet, the wings beneath Miya's skin painfully burst from below the stitches in her back, tearing skin and flesh as she takes a completely different persona, Israfil. As the angel of apocalypse incarnate, Israfil does not differentiate between allies or enemies and can only be suppressed by the usage of another specific relic by #11's handler, which forcefully seals Israfil again, leaving #11 incapacitated for the time being.

While on this form, holes are tore open on firmament, caused by the sound of the trumpet. From these tears, a torrent of holy, aflame blood flows, flooding the battlefield below, causing agonizing pain and severely burning those who touch it. Israfil is able to control this holy aflame blood as she sees fit, from hardening it to form spikes and thorns to be used in a a myriad of ways to creating a spear made of this hardened blood, which she uses to fight.


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The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Alice heard as King, Ilshar and Kleo spoke about the spike and the strange interference it seemed to be generating. Closer investigation by Echo quickly confirmed both Ilshar and Kleo's theories. Whatever it was, it was watching them... Something that Alice herself already considered to be terrible news. Echo's hypothesis that the equipment was consistent with the quality of pirate-made tech made the news even worse.


"Whatever it is... It already knows about us..." Alice said with a frustrated sigh, looking at the spike.

"Whatever is behind the spike likely isn't the only thing inside the Sargasso station. It already knows about our presence, but the remaining parties, whether different pirates or possible ethereal creatures might still be unaware..." she continued, looking towards the group, her gaze stopping for a moment as she looked towards Salvator.

"Heavy fire support is an option to be consi..." Alice began saying, just before she was interrupted by a rumble coming from underneath them, deep within the steel entrails of the decaying Sargasso station.

The warning about multiple underground tunnels within the Sargasso station having collapsed underneath them due to kinetic impacts hinted at something big. Before any more considerations could be made though, Alice and the group felt it again. This time it was different though... More localized... closer... A strange pulsing vibration, almost as if something was drilling it's way through the decaying station, coming straight up...

Urgently looking around for escape routes, Alice did notice the weird movements made by the drone. Looking towards the direction the drone was pointing, Alice was only barely able to notice the faint purple flicker coming from the side of one of the trailers, along with a cloud of dust being kicked up almost as something vanished behind them.

Sending a single ethereal pulse towards the trailer, being careful to not let out too much of an ethereal signature to alert other possible creatures, Alice quickly scanned their surroundings, searching for any indication of what exactly was that she saw behind the trailers. Decisions would have to be made quickly: What exactly it was? Was it safe? Could it show a possible escape route to them?

"Scouting the area with an Etheric pulse. There was something behind the trailers. We need to secure an escape route NOW. Fighting whatever it is that is burrowing itself inside the Sargasso Station is not an option without heavy fire support." Alice said, concentrating herself on the etheric pulse she sent.

{ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ & ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ }

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While he was still willing to help, Soren's attitude... Wasn't the best. His tone and the way he spoke as he 'explained' to Eirún what he was doing as if she was some kind of primitive being was just infuriating. For someone who acted so condescendingly, it was honestly surprising that it seemed to be his first time meeting a mute person... Or at least he acted like so.

The moment he was about to put the ointment on her, Eirún stopped him, raising her hand and pointing towards the bandage. Even though he seemed to be willing to help, that didn't mean Eirún trusted him enough to care for her wounds. Especially with an ointment she had no way of knowing what it was made of. His last comment, particularly about her not being able to whine if her wound got infected was enough for her to look at him with a furious stare. With the tip of her blade, Eirún quickly wrote a message on the ground in front of Soren before taking the bandage and turning her back on him.

"Mute doesn't mean stupid."

While Brigitte talked with Avi and Illaria, Eirún herself began wandering around the area where the group stopped. With sharp eyes, she sweeped the forest, looking for some of the many plants she was taught about by both Grandmother Krumholz and the other elders from her tribe. The easiest one to find were a bunch of clumped up, small, white flowers. Those were common enough that you could sometimes easily see it growing among bushes. The trickiest one though, was a specific type of moss. Fluffy and with a soft, lighter green color than normal moss, the places it often grew were very specific. Without a stream or pond nearby, Eirún spent the majority of the time searching for bushes that were partially covered by a thin layer of snow. With some luck, she was able to find a small patch of the light-green, fluffy moss after wandering a few steps away from where the group was.

Carefully unwrapping the bandages from around her torso and thigh, she crushed the clumped up white flowers between her hands, delicately putting half of them over the wound in her torso and the other half over the puncture wound in her thigh. With that done, she proceeded to clean the fluffy green moss, discarding the muddied bottom. Separating the remaining moss into two clumps, she put it over the crushed flowers, gently covering the wound before wrapping the bandages once again. According to what she was taught, the moss was good both for absorbing fluids to keep the wound clean and a good way to prevent them from infecting. In another hand, the white flowers, when crushed were a very good way to stop bleeding, preventing infection and also helping the wound to heal faster.

While the pain was still there, particularly regarding the puncture wound in her thigh, as long as she didn't overexert herself, it was tolerable. In emergencies, she could still fight in the same way she did against the iron mage by using her good leg, but it would sap her stamina much more than it would if she fought normally.

Turning her attention to Brigitte, Eirún nodded as she mention wanting her and Aslan to scout. Indicating that the wound wouldn't be that much of a problem for now.

{ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ & ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ }

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It didn't take long until Eirún realized that most of the new arrivals seemed to be friendly enough, visibly relaxing her posture. Taking another glance at the new faces, she took a moment to better observe them, now that it became clear that they weren't a threat.

The barbarian woman, while saying only a few words, was quite honest and direct, which was honestly a breath of fresh air for Eirún, compared to the amount of scheming that she was honestly accustomed with. The horned woman and her blue-haired bodyguard was an interesting duo. Lady Avi, as her bodyguard called her didn't seem to have such a straightforward and clear reason as the barbarian woman, instead acting more like a bystander caught in the middle of the battle than someone who actively sought it like some of the rest. The only one among them Eirún couldn't get a proper read was Soren...

Siegfried's reaction to Soren's question was quite hostile, something Eirún herself could understand, in a way. That reanimated corpse was an abomination, an affront to nature itself. If it depended on Eirún, the knowledge of how such things were made would die with whoever was cruel enough to create it in the first place. Sure, an argument could be made in favor of Soren, as knowing how they worked would make fighting them easier... But in Eirún's opinion, such knowledge was still far too dangerous... At least regarding the reanimated corpse. Now, if he wanted to cut open the mages, if it meant giving them more chances to get rid of the plague the Mage King and his minions were to the land, Eirún had no problem with it.

Regardless of how shady Soren appeared to be at first and in part, motivated by the very reason she couldn't get a proper read on Soren's true motives, Eirún approached the self-entitled physician, pointing towards her wounds, particularly the one in her thigh and made a motion of bandaging, asking if he had some clean bandages to spare. Avoiding having to tear strips of her own clothes would be quite helpful in the long run, after all.

While Eirún was aware of both Aslan, Brigitte and Siegfried taking a 'closer' look at the corpse knight, which was, ironically enough the very reason Siegfried had lashed out at Soren, the strong revulsion she felt for it was enough to make her keep her distance... That was, until she heard Siegfried saying he encountered a Luxun camp a few years ago who were hunting Fae. Such phrase made her immediately tense up as she fought the desire to run to where he was to ask more about it... While she did trust the group to some extent, she was far from trusting them enough to letting them know more about who she was and where she came from.

Kimetsu no Yaiba AU: Temen-ni-Guru (Arc 2)

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Ignoring Meifang's teasing, Kōshin gave a few steps forward as he looked at the demon slayers that would participate in the training.

"While I do expect you to give your all in this training, do exercise at least some restraint. The objective for this exercise is to learn with one another and to grow... Not to simply 'win' and end up wounding your own allies." Kōshin said, replying to Meifang and addressing the rest of the group as well.

"Trying times are ahead of us. Conflict, even between some who were once called allies, is unavoidable. Our enemies grow stronger, and more cunning than before... Having conquered some of their weaknesses, they have learned to use humanity's own greed against itself, infiltrating into society and corrupting it." Kōshin said, letting his words drift and settle as he looked towards the group.

"In battles where you are surrounded, survival is not achieved through victory alone... but through understanding." he said, with a brief pause.

"To stand as the last one remaining is not a matter of strength, nor of how many you can cut down. It is a matter of awareness. Of knowing when to act... and when to wait and observe." he continued, slowly stepping forward, until he was standing among the Demon slayers, putting himself in the same level as they were. Not as an instructor nor as someone aiding them in their training, but as someone who would train along them.

"Do not concern yourselves with victory over those you believe to be your enemies... In the conflicts to come, you may find that such distinctions... do not endure." He said with a serene, but serious expression, hinting that his words were meant for much more than just combat.

"Remember... No matter how experienced or strong you think yourself to be... The moment you believe there is nothing left to learn is the moment you stop seeing." Kōshin finished, assuming a seemingly serene and calm posture before simply stating...

"Begin."

{ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ & ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ }

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Amidst the chaos of combat, the metal mage seemed to have little time to react to the sudden onslaught of attacks. From Eirún's wind slash, to Aslan's bolt and the sudden appearance of a blue-haired woman, dashing towards the stunned mage knight and striking at him with a frightening precise slash towards the back of his ankles and legs. Succumbing to the amount of wounds, the metal mage fell on the ground, bleeding out in a matter of seconds.

Quickly scouring the battlefield, Eirún was quick to notice the other members, including the unexpected new allies, already finishing the remaining enemies. The barbarian woman's sheer might was almost terrifying to watch as she jumped towards one of the remaining knights, lifting him up from the ground almost as if he was nothing before striking him with enough force to send his body flying away, obscured by the amount of snow caused by such a violent strike. In another hand, Nika's exclamations as he and Siegfried fought against the silent knight quickly told that there was clearly something more to him than just being a taciturn, silent and skilled enemy... The answer soon came as the magekiller shouted after finally putting that abomination to rest. A reanimated dead body. The very thought was enough to fill Eirún with disgust, another reminder that the mage king and his pawns had no respect even for the natural course of life and death.

Surprisingly enough, the mage knight that was the victim of the barbarian woman's fists was somehow still alive. Probably in a world of pain but clearly breathing as it became clear when she looked towards his unconscious body. Unlike the remaining mage knight, not much was needed to know the other enemies were already gone. With the silent knight immobilized, Brigitte plunged her rimeglass blade deep within it's chest, likely hitting whatever it was that made the revolting construct move. The act wasn't a clean one, instead filling Eirún with disgust, as she felt the need to look away as Brigitte unbuckled it's armor, revealing the torn torso that was under the armor, before landing the finishing blow. From the remaining knights' bodies, motes of raw aura could be seen being dispersed, a sight that was definitely more pleasant to Eirún than watching the undead knight being put down.

With the battle finally over, at least for now, Eirún's posture clearly relaxed as he used the tip of her blade to support some of her weight to rest. There were quite a few unknown faces around them, but the fact that they had helped them to fight against the mage king's knights did make them their allies. Even if temporarily. Eirún herself was about to rip a strip of cloth from her clothes to use as a makeshift bandage, when she saw a white haired man coming out from the bushes, likely the one responsible for the stray shots that had helped them through the fight. Truth be told, Eirún didn't fully trust him. The way he talked seemed to be too similar to the shady, silver-tongued types she had met a few times while doing mercenary work... With that said, she was still wounded from the metal shrapnel conjured by the mage. Her thigh in particular could use some proper care... The other new faces didn't appear to be as shady as the 'doctor' though. The barbarian woman had clearly shown which side she stood on and her reasons to fight with just the sheer ferocity she fought against the mage knights. In another hand, the horned woman and her blue-haired companion were still a bit of an enigma. The former one didn't seem to be dangerous... unlike her companion.

Scanning the new faces with a wary expression, Eirún glanced towards Brigitte as she considered accepting Soren's offer, almost as if silently asking if they should trust them or not. When asked by Nika if she was okay, Eirún simply nodded, picking-up her blade and resting it on her shoulder again, being careful to keep her weight off her wounded leg. While the gash on her side was also bleeding, a single look was more than enough for Nika to know that the wound on her thigh would be more of a problem for her than the other one. As she had proven before, she was far from being defenseless, but considering the discreet reaction she made, wincing whenever she put some weight on her wounded leg, it would still affect her.

Looking to Nika and Brigitte, Eirún pointed towards the black clothes she used, before looking around for a moment and pointing towards a very small patch of moss under one of the tree branches on the side of the road.
From the wrappings she used to sheathe her blade to many other parts of it, many of those extra pieces of cloth could be used as improvised bandages, should the need arise and judging by Eirún's reaction, she didn't seem to have any issues in performing her own first aid. It would take a bit while to forage for the proper type of moss and prepare it to help staunch the bleeding and close the wounds, but she could still do it.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

With the most immediate threats having been dealt with and with Echo's help, Alice's suit was quickly patched by Echo's microform and first aid was performed under her instructions. While the pain from the wound she took on her side was still there, she wouldn't in any immediate danger for now. Should the pain prove to start affecting her performance on the mission, she still had some of the syringe rounds with a cocktail of adrenaline and painkillers.

After the unfortunate meeting with the previous creatures, much to their relief, a detailed scan of the station was finally provided to them via their HUD. While the information would prove to be invaluable for the team to better plan the path they would take to avoid any more encounters with dangerous life forms, it also brought them some worrying news... They weren't the only ones in that station. Even though that much was already expected, what was a surprise was how well equipped the pirates seemed to be, having even some sort of anti-electronic field to disguise them, although not powerful enough to completely avoid the Envenomed's own scans.

With the many ethereal signals of potentially dangerous creatures and now knowing that heavily armored enemies might also be on the station, they would truly have to take utmost care while moving... Otherwise, that mission would soon turn into an all out conflict, especially if they needed to ask support from their gunship.

"I suggest for us to take our time in planning our next course of action. Ideally, we should try to remain unnoticed as much as possible, planning our route to avoid encounters both with possibly dangerous life forms and the pirates. Otherwise... We will definitely need gunship support and as much heavy weaponry we can gather..." Alice said, following Salvator, keeping her rifle ready as she looked around.

{ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ & ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ }

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Maybe it was due to sheer luck... Maybe Brigitte and the Fenris family was more loved in the north than Eirún had anticipated... Or perhaps there was no better way to unite the north people than their shared hatred towards the Mage King and those under his banner... Regardless of the reason though, it seemed that as the fight continued, more northerners seemed to be attracted by the sound of fighting and took the chance to make the mage king's pawns pay for having invaded the north.

While Eirún's previous attack was not successful in harming the metal mage, it was enough to make him stop casting his magnetic spell which would let her allies move and fight more freely. Although she was aiming to take advantage of that to dash and attack him again, she wasn't expecting the mage's quick reaction, sending a scattershot of metal fragments towards her. Immediately stopping her dash, Eirún tried twisting her body to evade the metal shards, but the sheer amount of metal fragments proved to be too much. A wave of pain went through her body as she felt two metal shards wounded her, one slicing her side, along her ribs and the other piercing her thigh. Flinching with pain, Eirún landed on one leg, avoiding putting weight on her wounded leg. Without giving the metal mage any more time to react and bearing with the pain, Eirún jumped backwards on her unwounded leg, twirling her body in one leg before crouching and leaping backwards, twisting her body in a backflip, swinging her sword as she did so.

Similarly as before, Eirún's sword let out an audible, harmonious ring as a blade of wind shot out from where the tip of her blade cut the air. Thanks to the bolt shot by Aslan, which had deeply lodged itself on his shoulder, Goldchain didn't have much time to react other than twisting his body, protecting the arm that was shot by Aslan, in hopes his pauldron would be enough to deflect the long range attack. Unfortunately for him, this time Eirún's slash was true, splitting his shoulder armor and carving a deep gash from the pauldron’s edge down his arm.

Despite being wounded, as she landed on her unharmed leg, Eirún still assumed a fighting posture, albeit a slightly more defensive one.
With the pain masked by the adrenaline, still flowing due to the combat, Eirún held her breath for a moment as she quickly pulled the metal shard from her leg, feeling a sharp wave of pain running through her body. When fighting against a metal-controlling mage, having a bleeding wound was definitely much better than having a shard of metal embedded on her flesh, giving him a free opportunity to wound her even more by controlling it.

Standing on one leg, she held her blade vertically before her, tip down and edge toward the mage, with her other hand open, touching the back of her blade to support it should she need to parry another one of the metal mage's attacks. Having taken a big step back from the frontline, Eirún finally had a moment to glance towards her allies and analyze the flow of battle. With Nika fighting against the mysterious silent knight and the young pyromancer's head rolling in the fresh snow after Sieg and Soren cleanly dealt with him, the enemy's morale seemed to be affected. Especially as a giant barbarian woman charged towards the enemy knights, roaring as she broke through their formation, colliding with the bald knight, sending him sliding backwards as he tried to block her.

Brigitte, whom was hidden within the snow also found the perfect moment to attack, in a joint strike with the white wolf against the same bald knight the barbarian woman tackled, her rimeglass blade being stopped by his solid plate armor as the wolf held him in place. With the tide of battle quickly turning thanks to their new, unexpected allies, Eirún focused her attention back on the metal mage. Both him and Eirún herself were wounded and she knew that the next his either one of them took would likely be the last. As such, she bid her time, holding her defensive stance and waiting for an opening.