13org

Fate/Eternum

Btw, not stalking @DocRock at all

Not-so-innocent whistle

Fate/Eternum

@VitaVitaAR

to be honest i wasn't even thinking about pvp XD I just have a really cool img i want to use lol

Will start working on a CS :-)

Fate/Eternum

@VitaVitaAR

Got it! I misread the first post. Thought we would make either one or the other.

I've only seen Fate/Zero though, so i may not be familiar with a few things from the series.

Regarding Servants and Masters, more specifically the latter, I wonder if a magi like Emiya Kiritsugu from Fate/Zero would be doable (focusing more on fighting himself than using spells, supporting or commanding a servant.

Fate/Eternum

@PKMNB0Y

We can play either as servants or students, right?
Which one of those you guys need the most right now?

Fate/Eternum

Any vacant spots?

I'm interested :-)

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

Btw @Versa you should really ban me from the OOC. Just like you did on the discord before I could even say a simple 'goodbye' to everyone.

By your attitude on the PMs it was really clear that you don't really give a shit about your players, don't you? Not even replying my questions, not even trying to defuse the situation... You just don't care, do you? Well... You did accept all CSs without even batting an eye or even asking any alterations...

Well... Good luck with the RP.

Can't say I would have joined if I knew it would have GMs that instahit and instakill your character (something that is NOT fine in 99% of the RPs in the site), target certain characters without explaining why...

Anyways... Good luck nonetheless... Oh, I am referring to the players when I say good luck. Not you or ERode.

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

@ERode

Good luck making any sense with my posts gone.

Not surprised by your words btw. Was expecting this degree of rudeness from someone like you.

I'm not exactly sure what I made for you to hate me and my character so much, but well... The feeling is mutual.

I am quite aware that you did target my character specifically with the raptor... Quite interesting choice for a co-gm... Instahitting and instakilling a character just because you wanted... Quite something.

I was going to leave the RP in silence. But thanks to your kind words, I would find it rude for me to not reply.

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

Dropped the RP. It was not what I was expecting.

@Versa I would be grateful if you erased my character from the 'cast' post since I already erased her CS and every other post made by her.

The same applies to the last post made by @ERode

Sorry for the inconvenient. Good luck with the RP

13org's characters

Amaris Mallory

Name:

Amaris Mallory

Age:

18

Gender:

Female

Race:

Huma

Appearance:

With a petite, fragile and delicate body together with both a hair and a skin as white as the freshly fallen snow, Amaris could certainly be described by having a doll like or an ethereal beauty. Delicate, fragile, pure and untouchable... Only if it wasn't for her eyes. Not blue, nor golden nor even brown eyes like the vast majority of the Humas, Amaris' eyes are as black as the night itself.

Her unusual appearance, coupled with the gothic lolita style dresses she often enjoys using give her a very striking and hard to ignore presence. Not always for the best as it seems to attract the wrong type of attention from those who believe in the holy church.

Personality Traits:

Calm • Cunning • Clever • Intelligent • Efficient

Quiet • Manipulative • Calculating • Reserved • Whimsical

Background:

Unlike some students who were able to enter the Kurtzpel University due to money, importance, prestige or connections, the only reason for Amaris to being able to enroll in such university was her brilliant mind. Unlike some students who needed to work hard to merely have a chance to attend Kurtzpel University, Amaris could be considered a natural genius. Brilliant, but difficult to deal with.

Being the sole daughter of a family of relatively minor importance in the world, while she definitely was far away from being poor, she was also nowhere nearby of having the same amount of money and power the families from the other students had. Due to this same reason, she was seen by her parents not as their child, but as a chance for their family to be relevant in the world. A 'ticket' to fame. As such, Amaris was raised with an incredible pressure on her shoulders. Anything other than excelence and perfection were inadmissible for her. All those factors coupled with her already gloomy personality made Amaris a girl that had no motivation for anything.

For Amaris, her life was dull. Nothing really interested her. Studies were too easy for her, dealing with money, politics and other people was something that she didn't understand and didn't want to understand. Other than the few distractions she had such as books, games and the dresses she liked to wear for herself (it's not like she would go to any parties wearing them or anything), nothing really had a reason for her.

As such, on the day of her death, Amaris felt nothing. The pain was certainly there, but after trying to move a few times, she realized that if she stood still, it would eventually go away. She knew she was dying and yet, she didn't even had enough motivation to try and save her own life. As the bus crashed into the 18-wheeler, she could only stay there and feel the last of her strenghts leaving her body as she observed the bodies of the other students. Some had their head splattered against the window, killing them instantly, others still screamed, agonizing in pain as Amaris simply stood still, her delicate and small body pierced by glass shards and a huge metal pipe going through her stomach. The gruesome sight meant nothing to her, in fact, it even had a certain... beauty to it, almost like the dark fantasy books she often liked to read. Just a bit more... gorey and real...

Combat Information

Legend: The Witch of the Dark Thorns

For some, a cursed soul, forgotten by the goddess, a heretic that meddles with the forces of darknes and evil... a witch that deserves to be purged. For others, a sad, alone and misunderstood soul abandoned by all, even the goddess due to its ancestral, terrifying and forgotten powers, posessing nothing but magic and knowledge, a poor young girl that needs to be saved.

Many legends exist about the Witch of the Dark Thorns. Their origin, always as uncertain as the contents of the legend itself. Some say that the Witch was an unlikely and one of the strongest allies of the heroes of the light, others say that she fell completely for the darkness inside her own heart and became a terrible threat for them and yet, some others say that she never took a side on the conflict, isolating herself, taking her knowledge and powers with her to never being seen again.

Notable Items:

• Sta 2
• Str 1
• Dex 2
• Int 20
• Fai 0

Physical Abilities:

• Small Body - Having a small and delicate body means she is useless in a physical fight, but it also brings some advantages. Amaris is able to pass through tight places where others wouldn't.
• Writing and Painting - Studies about macic, leylines, grimoires, scrolls and sometimes... the landscape. Since Amaris has no one to do those things to her, she became quite proficient at them.
• Quick Thinking - Amaris has a delicate and fragile body. She is by no means a fighter. But in the other hand, she developed quite the fast reaction speed and the ability to stay calm and think about a multitude of things at the same time.

Magical Abilities:

• The Shadow Grove Amaris uses her power to transform the area into the Shadow Grove temporarily. The size of the conjured Shadow Grove depends on the user's intellect. The Shadow Grove is a dark, dense and ancient forest replete with ancestral, wild shadow magic. Every branch, leave and root has thousands of thorns. Inside this area, the air is thick with wild, ancestral magic, making other types of magic less powerful and more difficult to cast. Amaris has many benefits when casting her own spells inside the Shadow Grove and even moving herself inside it as she is unnaffected by all the thorns and plants, being able to completely ignore and 'phase through' them. It also seems to cause hallucinations, making those inside it hear and see things, which are always terrifying.
• Dark ThornsUser can control Shadow Thorns that erupt from the ground. These shadow thorns are incredibly resistant to most types of magic and cannot be cut with blades but they are vulnerable to fire. Shadow thorns erupt from the ground to bind and constrict an enemy, tearing their flesh apart slowly as they do so, causing an agonizing pain and bleeding. It can be also used as a 'spear' of sorts, piercing through an opponent instead of ensnaring it. It can also be used to create a dense wall of thorns to either protect Amaris or block her enemies.
• Dark Faeries Amaris conjures small shadow fairies. They listen to her orders and she can use them as her own eyes and ears. The number of Shadow Sprites that can be controlled at the same time varies according to the user's intelligence. The number of Dark Faeries conjured increase if Amaris is inside the Shadow Grove. She can also send them on a frenzy to attack her enemies. Albeit small, these Dark Faeries have razor sharp wings that they use to inflict thousands of small cuts on their enemies. Faeries are mischievous and cruel beings if provoked and they will not hesitate in using the most cruel tactics to get rid of its enemies.
• Dark Faerie Queen's Blessing The user has the favor of the Dark Fae Queen, having an unique bond with dark faeries and being loved by them. The Dark Fae Queen is a whimsical and mischievous being though and the concepts of 'good' or 'evil' does not apply to her. She can either help the chosen one, make the chosen one pass through tests or even play tricks just for her amusement. As an side effect of said blessing, the user enjoys the protection of the Dark Faerie Queen, meaning that as long as the user is surrounded by shadows, they become essentially invisible, melding themselves with the shadows and being able to see perfectly even when in total darkness.
• Ancestral Blood The user is intimately connected to dark ancestral magic which has been forgotten by the ages. Due to not existing any masters of said magic other than the Dark Faeries themselves, the user will have to discover them by himself (maybe with some help by the dark faeries or their queen), being able to use ancestral curses, curse magic and Fae Fire if they're able to master it.

Final Fantasy: Reverence [IC] [OPEN]

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^{@Jollan@Sho Minazuki}

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Truth be told, Annika was feeling way better wearing her usual attire. No unnecessary frills or excess clothing, it wasn't hot nor she felt unprotected from the climate. It allowed her to move herself perfectly well... To say that she liked those style of clothes was an understatement. They were almost a second skin to her.

"It feels... Much better like this..." Annika muttered as they got inside the bar.

Garsin indeed had a point when he said that power struggles did affect both small people and strong people alike... But they had fundamentally different views of what was happening. But still... she was secretly hoping that she was wrong... She most definitely didn't want to wear that annoying dress full of frills and go to the palace...

When Garsin patted her on the shoulder while saying for them to get something to drink first, Annika simply nodded as she followed him. While she wasn't really that good with alcohol, she apparently had completely misunderstood Garsin's intentions. The way she thought was that if they simply stood around doing nothing, it would be really suspicious, instead, ordering something to drink would help them to pass like normal customers.

The simple thought that maybe Garsin simply wanted to drink something didn't even pass through her head.

To anyone who looked at Annika, it was incredibly clear that she didn't drink at all. From the way she was holding the tankard, with both of her hands almost as if it was something dangerous and the way her face contorted discreetly after taking a sip despite it being a sweet and weak ale were dead giveaways... Albeit it was indeed adorable to see her like that.

As the bar began filling up with patrons coming for lunch, so it became higher the number of rumors and stories they heard from other patrons talking with each other. Just like Annika had previously said though, most of them weren't related to their mission at all. Although... the same name was heard by Annika in a frequency that made it unable to at least not pay a small attention about those. Swords of Valor... Judging by the tales she heard (which ranged from obvious exaggerations and fairy tales to rumors that could as well be true) it seemed that the normal people had quite the mixed opinion about them. At least for now, it was improbable that they had any anything to do with their mission, still, Annika would keep her ear open to any strange comments about those.

Unlike the other patrons though, their 'primary' target, the strange man wearing a military garb, indeed seemed to be waiting for someone... The one he was meeting with though was quite a surprise for both Annika and Garsin alike... It was none other than a member of the Raelinian Praetorian Guard, who worked directly for the king.

Unfortunately for them, due to the noise inside the bar, they weren't able to eavesdrop on the conversation the royal guard and the old man wearing a military garb were having other than a sudden outburst of rage coming from the old man, mentioning something about patriotism before the royal guard walked away.

They were both obviously relevant characters that could give Annika and Garsin precious information, but the question was: how would they even approach them, how would they make them speak and who it was worth to chase after?

Turning to Garsin, the confusion was clear on her face as she looked at him.

"The old man should have more information... But the other one is a Praetorian Guard and not a retired veteran like the old man is... maybe..." Annika discreetly said to Garsin, her voice getting a bit lower on the last word.

"How are we going to approach them or even convince them to talk?" she asked, with a slight sense of urgency in her tone as she watched the Praetorian Guard walking away.

It was clear that Annika was really annoyed by the complete lack of information they had at the moment. They didn't even know who their target was, despite being snipers. Were those who offered them that job unaware of a sniper's modus operandi?