AGenericUser

A Tale of Seven Children

Here's my character application. Sorry if there's any glaring flaws, which I think there might be a few of, real talk.

Edit 1: Had to make a little modification to the age. Bit of a holdover from the old character sheet I made, so that's something.

Strife Firegaze! That's me! The Caller of the Verdant Flame, and Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!

“Taking a peek at my, Strife Firegaze’s profile, eh? Good choice, good choice! Prepare to be astounded, fella! Me, the Omega Cleaver of the Fates, and the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power are something to behold! ... I'd savour this opportunity, if I were you!”

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Note: This is just a placeholder for now. I might draw up a picture for Strife, but for now, this one works - even if it's a little more serious than I aimed for.

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: Strife Firegaze (Real Name: Unknown)

Physical Age: Roughly around the twenties. Not even Strife knows his own age. The earliest age people have estimated him to be is 21, while the latest is 28.

True Age: Unknown

Gender: Male.

Race: Human…?

Subspecies: N/A

Description: Strife has a flowing red scarf.

Strife Firegaze has a large, knife inflicted scar starting from below his right eye, to slightly above his mouth. He thinks it looks cool. Every scar has a story, though, and the story behind this one is that Strife Firegaze was beset by a knife wielding man, who he had an incredible fight with. In reality, that man… was himself, carving a ‘sick new tattoo’ for himself, so he'd look cooler.

~ Psychological Profile ~

“Psychological profile, huh? Are you calling me a psycho? I’ll have you know that liking fights and swords doesn’t make you a ‘psycho’, pal. That’s what you mean, right?”

Personality: People often describe Strife Firegaze as an eccentric and bombastic fellow – this is completely true, for Strife Firegaze is one strange fella indeed, who believes in all sorts of things that others may not – the main thing is that he believes his amulet and giant sword have magical powers, and that his amulet can speak to him. Not only that, but he often refers to himself by his full name, Strife Firegaze… or if you’re not lucky, he’ll address himself as ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flame, and Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’. He believes he’s an enigmatic, fearsome hero respected across the world. Not only that, but he thinks he’s really, really cool.

In battle, the thing someone’s going to notice about Strife is his attacks… in that he’s named many of his attacks with special, bombastic names, and he’s very, very prone to calling them out when he uses them. Aside from that, he’s a bit of a trash-talker, who’ll rub in his greatness to his foes. Notably, he puts his foes down less than he promotes himself…
Strife considers himself a ‘wandering hero, a free spirit!’ and often roams the world in search of interesting things. Occasionally, he’ll help out with tasks people ask of him. He’s taken a fair few cats out of trees. He’s prone to challenging people he comes across.

Unfortunately for the mighty Strife Firegaze, it’s pretty apt to call him stupid. Gullible to a fault, very reckless, and prone to overestimating his own power, which can often get the wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates into trouble. He’s prone to being defeated by his own hubris at times, leading him to particularly embarrassing defeats. It truly takes someone talented to blow themselves up with their own ability, though if asked, he’ll just say that he did it on purpose, or that he was only using a small percentage of his real power.

Likes:
+ Himself.
+ Swords.
+ His trusty Omega Cleaver of the Fates and Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. He sleeps with these.
+ Sweet-tasting things.
+ Soda.
+ Fights.
+ Winning.
+ Travelling.
+ His special moves.
+ Calling out his special moves in battle.
+ Fancy titles for himself.

Dislikes:
- People who can’t put up with him.
- Losing.
- Loss of objects.
- Ranged weaponry.
- Criminals.
- Ranged weaponry.
- Being mocked.
- People downplaying his strengths (note: he believes his strength is everything.)

Strengths:
+ He’s got a good imagination. I mean, just listen to him.
+ Fairly capable physically. Carrying a large sword like the good ol’ Omega Cleaver of the Fates does that to you. He can even jump a fair bit higher than your average person.
+ He's able to use the power of the verdant flames. Whether it's his innate ability or an ability of his amulet, it's certainly still a strength.

Fears:
- Losing the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. Strife would probably cry.
- Losing the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. He’d probably cry over this, too.
- Dogs. Strife really, really doesn’t like dogs, thanks to a fair few biting on his legs.

Hobbies:
- Travelling the world.
- Writing. Strife’s written a fair few stories, which consist of a mighty warrior besting all sorts of dangerous foes with a huge sword. That warrior’s name? Strife Firegaze.
- Creating new names for his attacks.
- Telling people tales of his past.
- Collecting weaponry. He’s got a fair few weapons back home, but only the Omega Cleaver of the Fates gets the honour of travelling with him… until he finds Excalibur, that is.

Secrets?:
- He doesn’t really talk about the fact he’s got amnesia. He doesn’t like to think about it, as it only makes him more unsure about himself as a whole, who he was. It’s a lingering question that stings him, but he tries to hide it from himself… for what does it matter?
- His ultimate attack... is actually just a lie!

Outlook on life: Strife believes that life’s meant to be enjoyed. It's fairly simple.

Affiliation: None of note.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

~ Combat Profile ~

"You're going to be reeling by my sheer, unimaginable power! I could just describe these moves to people and they'd faint!"

Major Ability:
+ “Come forth… VERDANT FLAMES OF THE BEYOND, TO ME!”/Radiant Enchantment of Green Flames: Strife enchants his blade, the Omega Cleaver of the Fates, with green flames that dance along it. These green flames aren’t too different from regular flames, but they are green. Strife believes he needs his amulet to use this power, and whenever he uses it, he also thinks he needs to shout out and ask for its power. However… is this power granted by the amulet, or is it an innate ability of Strife’s…?

~ Notable Techniques ~

Strife has many ‘techniques’, each of which have their own names, though most of them are regular old sword techniques given fancy names. The following moves are unique, in that these very specific techniques have more unusual effects.

+ Big Bang Blast: One of Strife Firegaze’s Radiant Techniques. Big Bang Blast involves Strife conjuring a ball out of solid, transparent green energy, in which green flames dance about. This energy bomb will detonate after ten seconds, or if it is launched into something forcefully. Upon explosion, green flames will be released in a blast of energy, which may just knock things about. Strife’s prone to calling this out, then forgetting it’s there and blowing himself up. What a klutz!
“Throw in… the towel, friend! BIG BANG BLAST!”

+ Rapture Impact: A fairly simple technique that can be used, even without his verdant flames. Putting all of his energy into a sword smash, Strife smashes the foe with the Omega Cleaver of the Fates forcefully, knocking them back a fair distance. If verdant flames are active, then this also creates a weak fire explosion.
“Get ready for a special technique…! RAPTURE IMPACT!”

+ Emerald Flame Chaser: For this technique, Strife brings down his sword onto the ground forcefully, which causes a wave of green flames to rush out of the ground in whatever direction he is facing. These flames are decently quick, but it’s nothing someone couldn’t dodge.
“You can’t escape… FROM THE VERDANT FLAME! EMERALD FLAME CHASER!”

+ Aerial Crashing Destruction: Strife tosses his sword high up into the air, which spins all the while, collecting more and more emerald flame as it flies up. Strife leaps up and grabs it, then attempts to bring it down onto his foe. If Strife’s unlucky, he might miss the sword. If he’s really unlucky, the sword will hit him.
“Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s me and the Omega Cleaver of the Fates! AERIAL CRASHING DESTRUCTION!”

+ ‘End of the World’: Strife’s ‘ultimate move’, as he calls it, as he still believes his sword is capable of ending the world. He’s never used it before, but he threatens people with it as a form of intimidation. Of course, this is just a faux, for he can’t use this move.
“You’ve got guts, taking me on! I could end the world right here, what with my Omega Cleaver of the Fates and all.”

Minor Ability:
- Enhanced Physical Attributes: Strife is able to take a fair few hits, and lug around his heavy sword that most would struggle to hold. Most notably, he can jump pretty high, which he uses in his Aerial Crashing Destruction move.

Boundary: Nope.

Equipment: (Weapons, clothing. Put any physical items your character carries here.)
- Omega Cleaver of the Fates. A sword with a large blade, designed to be held with both hands – though even still, it’s not exactly easy to swing about for most people.
- Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power. An amulet of Strife’s. He believes this contains the ‘voice of a god’, and often speaks for it, though in reality, he’s just voicing his thoughts in these cases. He believes his emerald flame power comes from this amulet.
- A few cans of soda. You know, for those mid-battle refreshments.
- Dark green trenchcoat. Strife believes this makes him look really cool.
- Flowing red scarf. See above.
- Black pants. He wears these to move about easily.
- Red sneakers.

Minor Skills:
+ Dedicated
+ Belief
+ Naming Skills
- Gullible
- Unintelligent

~ Statistics ~

“Checking out my statistics? Groovy! For some reason – and I can’t figure it out – not all of these stats say EX. I’ll promise you that’s a lie, readers! Strife Firegaze is the strongest man to walk the earth!”

Willpower: B
Faith: C
Mana Capacity: C
Magickal Proficiency: C (As he can't freely control his powers - he needs to use specific techniques.)
Physical Competence: A

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: Strife Firegaze is a boyo who goes solo, but he considers that just as strong as any faction. Watch out, everyone! Here comes Strife Firegaze’s faction of one, or three if you count his amulet and sword.

Rank: N/A (Technically ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!)

Class: N/A (‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’)

Title: ‘Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flames of the Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates!’

Loyalty Level: He wouldn’t abandon his group. I mean, he can’t, because it’s practically not there.

~ Miscellaneous ~

Biography/History: The man called Strife Firegaze is, unsurprisingly, not really called Strife Firegaze. In reality, he’s an amnesiac who knows very, very little about himself. The fellow we currently know as Strife Firegaze awoke in a cave system, alongside two objects. A large emerald blade, which was adorned with glyphs that ran along its blade, and an emerald amulet. Seeing no reason not to, the nameless man took up these items – and found himself able to utilize a curious power – that being the manipulation of emerald flames, though he couldn’t manage much else than to enchant his blade with these flames.

After days of wandering, Strife found the exit to the cave system, only to emerge in a desert. He continued wandering, searching for any sign of relief, for he grew hungry, thirsty, and tired. Yet none came. He passed out, and had strange dreams… which he dubbed visions. Names aside, these ‘visions’ would shape his life from that day forward.

‘Man with no name… I see you have taken up my ancient sword. The very sword that destroyed the universe a millenia ago – the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. Not only that, but… I notice that you hold my amulet, too. The Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power… impressive, boy. I can tell you will be a worthy heir for the green flames. Take my blade… and follow your fate. And if that fate seems undesirable, then you hold the very weapon to cleave that fate into two. Farewell, nameless fellow…’

The dream was just that – a mere dream, though a strange and rather childish one for sure. However, the man believed this fully, for he saw it as a vision. He dubbed his sword the Omega Cleaver of the Fates, and the amulet the Supreme Amulet of Ultimate Power, and believed in the powers he believed they held.

When the nameless man awoke, he was in the care of a small village, on the outskirts of the desert he had been wandering. The inhabitants of the village had nursed him to health and even kept his equipment safe for him in a show of kindness. However, one boy asked the nameless wanderer’s name… to which he said he had no name.

“No name or past, eh? You sound like some hero from a book or game, especially with that sword and amulet! You have any special powers?” He asked, to which the nameless man nodded – and then pressed down on his amulet, and called upon a single emerald flame within his hand.

“Oh, oh! That’s so cool! I’ll call you… Strife Firegaze!” He chirped. “Strife Firegaze, the legendary hero! That’s really neat!”
Strife Firegaze mingled about in the village for a few days after his awakening, though eventually… he left the village, in search of adventure and exploration of a world largely unknown to him. It was full of all sorts of wonders he’d never seen before in his lifetime – though he wondered if he’d seen them in his past life, whatever it may be. And speaking of his past life, Strife tried his best to get any leads on who he was, but no matter who he asked, nobody seemed to know. Strife felt as if he were drowning in a pool of uncertainty… and it well and truly hurt him. What was the past he was leaving behind? For years, he searched for it, but each attempt ended the same way. And eventually… Strife Firegaze gave up, and became intent on making his new past… his new past as the Caller of the Verdant Flames of Beyond, Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates! He got into all sorts of fights, where he’d unleash all sorts of strange techniques he’d named – for instance, the Big Bang Blast, a ball of explosive energy, which would erupt into a burst of green flame.

He became known for this, and his… eccentric personality, what with his talks of his ‘divine power, given to him by the gods themselves!’, and similar things. He was very often underestimated, but a fair few people eventually realized… he was as dangerous a warrior as he was strange. Eccentric or not, the man was a tough fella with a big, big sword that pulsed with green flame… however, his hubris managed to be his downfall. He’d been defeated a fair few times, all due to boasting, overconfidence, or a mixture of both.

When he heard of the End of the World, he ‘knew’ the reason for it, which he claimed was the power of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates. When the End of the World happened, and the world wasn’t raptured by all manner of strange happenings, Strife was more than a little disappointed, for he wanted to see the ‘true power’ he claimed the Omega Cleaver of the Fates held. However, when he heard of the Seven Children, he grinned. Believing that the false god they sought to fight was within his amulet, he cracked his knuckles and spoke one thing.

“Well, this certainly sounds like quite the blast! I’ve never fought children before, so it’s time to give them a little discipline! Get ready, you terrible toddlers – Strife Firegaze, Caller of the Verdant Flame, and Wielder of the Omega Cleaver of the Fates is here to kick your behinds!”

Other: Nothing of note... I think.

So that's that.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Feine had found himself sprinting into the heat of battle, determined to slice up shadows... but he couldn't help but pause. Other people were fighting the enormous shadow that took the form of a bear, so this left him with the chance to witness the events going on by him. They were fleeting moments that would never happen again, so it was important to capture said fleeting moments and bind them down into the depths of memory. Only then, would Feine be able to vanquish the bear shadow. He thought it'd be an easy task for him, so he could afford to wait while the other students attempt to defeat the creature.

Who knows if they would succeed? It wasn't Feine's problem, that was for sure. As Feine reached into his pockets to retrieve his notebook and pen, though... he couldn't help but notice something repulsive. It was nothing more than vermin, a leech of some sort, and it was heading slowly towards Feine.

"You disgusting cretin!" Feine growled, as he motioned downwards with his hand - causing a powerful gust of wind to press the leech against the ground. "I can't blame you for seeking my blood - I am Feine Rhiter, after all. However, I despise leeches! Mere creatures that rely on others. By themselves? They're completely helpless! ... Just like you are now."

With an almost sadistic grin, Feine looked upon the leech struggling against the winds he'd summoned.

"I hope you feel pain, because I intend to crush the life out of you. But, please, don't make it take too long." Feine calmly uttered, taking a step over to the leech... before bringing his foot down on it with force amplified due to the winds. "You bored me! Rot in your shadow world or whatever. I don't particularly care. Now, where was I...?"

It was at that moment that Feine noticed something happening with the enormous bear shadow from earlier, though. It hadn't been hassling Feine, thankfully. It seemed to know its place, at the very least. Now, more notably, was the blonde student fighting the bear. Feine knew he'd seen this student before, but what he hadn't seen was the student form an enormous sword of light, and cut off one of the bear's arms. It was almost impressive, and most definitely interesting to Feine. His colleagues weren't pushovers, but they certainly weren't up to Feine's level of expertise... at least, that's what he thought. But after the boy's nearly-impressive acts, he... fell asleep, and was promptly dragged away. It was certainly strange to see a meek looking boy suddenly 'go wild' so to speak. It was like a whole different person than Feine imagined.

"All tuckered out from your big day, are you? Then I'll take over if you're just going to go for a nap." Feine quietly muttered to himself, not wanting to be upstaged by the blonde boy.

But after watching the blonde boy summon his sword out of light... something came to Feine. He needed his spear - where was it? He couldn't recall if he could form it out of wind, but it seemed doubtful... wind wasn't solid. Magic could do all sorts of things, but could it do that?

'I'd be a fool to get my hopes up. So, instead...' Feine pondered.

Off in the corner of his eye, Feine noticed an unremarkable student, who fit the 'Generic Guy' trope to a T. But something drew Feine to this person... it was the fact they were simply leaning against the wall, with a spear in hand.

"I advise you stop drooling like a troglodyte, and hand me that spear!" Feine ordered with a biting, almost venomous tone. "You're clearly not making much use of it, are you, neanderthal?"

With a whimper, the unremarkable student handed Feine the spear, which he immediately readied - and with it, he immediately lobbed it straight towards the enormous shadow bear - wind propelling it forwards...

And by a stroke of luck, it struck the bear's back leg, where it got stuck! "That marks your demise, beast. I'll give you a few seconds more to live, so make your peace with the Gods above. Maybe they'll laugh at you. If they are... don't worry. I'm laughing on the inside at you, too."

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Feine thought he'd rescued Lalisa, but she didn't even utter a single word of thanks. No - instead, she continues to quote some of Shakespeare's works, while looking him straight in the eye. It felt to Feine as it it were a move out of spite... yet, why? Feine had rescued her, and she did something like that?

'I saved her life, and this is how she repays me? This is blatant disrespect.' Feine thought to himself. 'Her words, the very words that Shakespeare weaved - she speaks them to spite me, no doubt. This is an insult to both I, as a writer, and Shakespeare himself, though...'

'This is an interesting turn of events. I didn't expect this type of defiance from this lady, Lalisa. What an interesting trait, in that she doesn't even thank me - but instead chooses to do as she did! This is disrespect to me, yes, but I can tolerate this. I will tolerate it all for the sake of my writing. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to allow these people to push me around. Everybody has a place, and a majority are beneath me. In society, one shouldn't mock those above them. While I will tolerate it, I will make sure they know their place - and if they dare try to overtake me, then I will show them their place.'

But it was then... it was then that the interesting lady, Lalisa fainted due to an overuse of magic. Feine noticed this, and rolled his eyes. "Hmm. I would chalk this up to a time old error, that of overconfidence. Everyone has their flaws, even me. So, I will make sure this Lalisa survives. Dying here would simply be anti-climactic in this story we call life." Feine muttered to nobody in particular, as he noticed several wounded shadows begin to hightail their way out of the area.

Soon, silence followed. But, the battle was far from over. No... perhaps it had only just begun? Eventually, an enormous roar ripped through the area, as if it belonged to some great beast. Feine wondered what it could be... he was rather excited to see what awaited him. There was nothing quite like a good fight, though he knew he'd be more at home if he had his spear on him.

Eventually, the source of the roar appeared... it was an enormous Shadow, with a shape that resembled that of a bear. It wasn't what Feine expected, though he had a history regarding bears - in fiction, of course. Whether they lived in blue houses, made students kill each other, or helped students fight off otherworldly beings... bears seemed to have a place in fiction.

But Feine couldn't simply attack the beast without a word. This was clearly an important creature, a threat, a 'boss' as one would call a powerful being in the world of gaming. So, with his gaze fixed on the giant bear, Feine thought it fit to belittle it.

"Have you ever heard of the phrase 'All bark, no bite?' I have my suspicions that it applies to you! Allow me to direct you to your rightful place in the afterlife!" Feine exclaimed, proud of his words. He truly felt as if he were a hero from one of his works. "Nothing personal... kid, or bear."

However, something interesting appeared... it was another person who caught Feine's eye. A speedy blonde boy, who seemed to have the power to create weapons out of what seemed to be the light itself. The Academy seemed to be home to all sorts of interesting people, though even still... Feine had an issue with the blonde boy's actions. He was fighting off the enormous bear. He seemed like a fairly talented fighter.

'No... this is not your kill, blonde boy. It will be I who ends this beast. That's simply how this should be...' Feine thought.

And with that, Feine rushed towards the enormous beast, no weapon in hand - though he felt as if he didn't need one. He had experience with his fists, though he would much rather prefer a spear.

He still had his wind magic, though it was weaker without his spear...

Highschoolers, Fight on!

@OliveYou

I'd imagine he'd have straight-ish hair, without bangs... I think.
I'm not entirely sure, so I'll just go with that - if that is enough.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Each time I write a new post, I ask myself 'how can I make Feine even more of a snob?'. I haven't written many jerk characters in roleplay, so I'm really going all out on this one. And boy, does it make me want to write more characters like him. Like I went into this roleplay thinking 'I want to write a jerk', and I was either going to write a delinquent, crude Greaser punk, or a snobby writer with an ego that reaches the stars. I was very heavily considering both...

Also, sorry if my post was a little late/had a few errors in it. I kind of rushed that one out, because I was on camp for all of yesterday and half of today.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

@OliveYou

Feine didn't feel in any danger from his opponent. An enemy could hurt you, yes, but that didn't necessarily mean they were a threat. So, Feine thought it'd be rather entertaining to show his dominance over the humanoid spirit by doing something else entirely, while also slightly keeping an eye on his foe's attacks - then dodging utilizing wind propulsion. But, unfortunately... Feine found that this wasn't such an easy task. In the end, he ended up paying more attention to dodging the attacks from his opponent.

"You - you know what? You're rather persistent. That doesn't mean anything, of course," Feine looked the spirit in the eyes as he began to communicate with it... even if it was unable to understand him. "In the grand scheme of things, I'm a major character in the world - you're a mere spirit, hardly even a minor character. Your name will fade away, but mine will never. In fiction, you exist as fodder for a hero to mow down, to show off what they can do. You're nowhere near on my level. And, finally - let me tell you that I let you hit me earlier."

Feine slowly, and confidently stepped towards the spirit, his scarf moving slightly as he moved. His hands were curled into fists, ready to strike at his opponent. Having his spear on him would be a major boon - he and the spear were two sides of one coin. Feine's wind magic was far more powerful if he had his spear nearby. For a second, he wondered - could he teleport it? Or was that merely a dream? Perhaps he could teleport it to his hands, but someone like Feine couldn't remember their thousands of talents. Even the best have limits, he thought.

"What is interesting about a story without conflict, drama? If everyone is excreting rainbows and all that rubbish, that's not very interesting, is it?" Feine explained... as he took a sudden step towards his enemy, a spirit. "I will finish you in one strike. It'll be as easy as taking pen to paper - no, easier."Feine stomped onto the ground, in order to bring himself closer to his opponent... and then, in an upwards sweeping motion, Feine grabbed hold of the spirit's claw. Feine chuckled - this made it easy, as Feine wasn't simply grabbing his opponent. No - the upwards motion he made with his hand had a purpose... a purpose that worked with Feine's wind manipulation.

A very temporary, but decently powerful gust of wind blew from beneath his opponent, which would propel them upwards... but Feine was grabbing onto his opponent, for an all too typical reason of the young writer - to boast.

"Oh, please. I'm the tiniest bit surprised that worked." Feine whispered to his opponent, the spirit. "As soon as I let go, you'll be knocked a slight distance into the air. Gravity will do the work, so enjoy that."Feine casually let go of his opponent and turned away with a snicker... though perhaps he was overestimating his abilities? The spirit landed on the ground, with wounded legs... however, Feine assumed that it was dead. How could a spirit resist Feine's grand power?

Feine analyzed the other students in the room. He thought he was done with his spirit... so it was time to move on to a new one.

The young writer noticed his new friend, the blonde haired Lalisa fighting spirits. Interestingly enough, she was using plant magic... and as it turned out, she'd turned a part of the floor into a field of flowers that Feine somehow didn't notice, in his battle frenzy. Lalisa was saying something, though. Something interesting.

She seemed to be chanting lines from Romeo and Juliet.

'... Those lines - in a fight? Is this an attempt to impress me?' Feine wondered to himself. 'Of course, that's natural. In the sea, the fish Remora latch onto certain larger fish of higher status. In the great big sea of life, I am one such larger fish. In this case, people try to impress me to make me do things for them, like their homework. And then I say no.'

While his new friend was fighting off spirits, Feine thought it'd be best not to interrupt. One didn't achieve excellence through being assisted through challenges - no, they achieved it by overcoming those challenges themselves.

However, eventually... one of the spirits rooted in place from Lalisa's magic broke free, and sent her tumbling to the ground. She still seemed to be quoting Romeo and Juliet, too, though Feine didn't quite hear enough of it to know what it was.

'Really? I can make exceptions regarding people who provide me inspiration. It's my way of giving back to them - if they give me inspiration, I may just help them out.' Thought Feine, as he looked upon the situation.

Feine dashed over to the spirit, which had charged towards Lalisa - and forcefully kicked it, without as much finesse as he hoped to use. But the attack seemed to get the job done, for the spirit was knocked to the ground.

Placing a foot onto the spirit's body, Feine spoke.

"Not many have the pleasure of being rescued by someone of such a level as I, Feine Rhiter," Feine said, calmly. "However, it is important to take fights seriously. If you were to die here, that would prove rather anti-climactic in the story of this Academy. These foes are fodder-"

As if to prove Feine wrong, he heard something moving towards him - it was the clawed, humanoid Spirit from earlier, the same one he'd fought previously. Feine went to finish it off, but he found that he was still standing atop the spirit that went to attack Lalisa.

With a sigh, Feine stood in place and waited for his previous, wounded opponent to come closer, so Feine could hit it with wind magic. In the meantime - Feine noticed some other students from before moving about. In particular, he noticed the wild man from earlier having a fierce punch-off with a spirit, seemingly holding his own. Immediately, Feine's mind moved back to... what else, but writing?

'That man... intriguing. He seems to be a talented fighter. I'll jot that down after this. Such a character trait could make for interesting scenarios, though many of these students seem interesting, now that I think about it.'

Highschoolers, Fight on!

@OliveYou

Before Feine knew it - the blonde lady he now knew as Lalisa took his hand and shook it, as if teaching him how to shake hands.

'Hmm? T-this isn't what I meant... I know about handshakes and things like that...' Feine found it rather interesting that Lalisa simply grabbed his hand and shook it, though. It took guts to simply shake the hand of someone of such high caliber - like Feine thought of himself. 'I'll allow this handshake - just this once. It must be an honour for them, anyways... and in the end, I'm winning out. This provides me with possible new material for my works.'

Feine bit his tongue as Lalisa squeezed his hand. Now that wasn't something Feine remembered of handshakes, though he didn't particularly care about the techniques of hand shaking and all that. It was likely normal, though.

In time, Lalisa said 'Let's be friends'... to which Feine merely nodded, but didn't say a word. Famous creators often had followers who supported them, so this was no doubt an important step to becoming the next great writer of today's generation.

But then, something particularly interesting happened.

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

"W-what is that infernal sound?!" Feine spoke to himself, but he quickly got an idea of what it possibly meant. "... I see. If this is what I think it is."

Feine's suspicions were very quickly confirmed. All sorts of ominous creatures started to appear through the area, as students rushed to combat them, as if they were warriors from a story. Now that Feine realized what was going on... a grin broke out onto his face, perhaps uncharacteristically. Other students may have yelled, shivered, or even screamed about the spirits. Not Feine, however. Feine was glad - and excited.

"Now this... this is what I've been waiting for... spirits." Feine muttered quietly. "Now-"

Feine was taken off guard by a sudden attack from behind. What he could only assume was a claw dug into the side of his chest, causing noticeable pain. Swiftly, Feine clutched his light wound with a chuckle.

"As a writer, it's best to experience all sorts of things... including pain." Feine explained to his assailant. "This does hurt to a degree, surprisingly enough, though I'm happy you did hurt me. Of course, you lucked out. As soon as you even touched me..."

Feine turned around to his attacker, almost casually - as if he were in no danger. What was there to fear for Feine Rhiter? He'd written all sorts of works. Dying here would just be anticlimactic.

Laying eyes on the spirit that had attacked him, Feine investigated the creature's appearance. It seemed to be a grim mockery of a human being, like Feine's fellow students. Just like them, it too was clearly inferior to Feine Rhiter, at least in his eyes. But what set this beast apart was a large, curved claw on its right arm.

"'As soon as you even touched me, you'd already lost. That's a quote from one of my stories, if subpar trash like you can even fathom the meaning in those words.'" Feine spoke calmly and clearly, eyes on the spirit that had attacked him. "Allow me to end your story. Of course, I expect you to try your best to keep this interesting. After all, I am looking for things to write on. Make this as dramatic as you can muster, though chances are this will be... lackluster." Chances were that the spirit couldn't hear Feine, but on the off chance it could... Feine still thought he'd tell it what was what.

Feine was excited... his first fight awaited him. Though he didn't have his spear on him at the moment, it would still be a cinch to beat his enemy. Feine was the most powerful wind user to grace the Academy, or even the most powerful person in the Academy in general. Or, so he thought...

Nonetheless, his enemy waited ahead of him. Feine stepped closer and closer to his opponent, ready to unleash wind magic on his foe...

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Anyone else getting really into writing their characters? I like writing Feine. He's pretty weird and has a single-track mind to writing. I'm excited to see how he develops, and where he goes in general. I'm also excited to write inspiration as much as I can, in bold and italics.

So, what about the rest of you guys? How are you liking your characters so far?

Highschoolers, Fight on!

@OliveYou

The blonde haired lady had introduced herself as 'Lalisa Greenwood'. Perfect! Now Feine knew the names of two of the three people he'd taken an interest in, aside from the man he dubbed wild. Perhaps he would have to try to overhear it, or perhaps - give him a name he had created on his own?

Lalisa spoke of wanting to make friends, due to the fact that the students at the Academy will be around for a while. Feine found this quite interesting. Different people react to different scenarios, well, differently. Some people may isolate themselves, others may try to make friends. However, in this scenario - a possible right answer would vary on the person. Of course, for Feine, he knew that his right answer was to surround himself with none other than people near his level. Limiting himself to people on his level was far too restrictive, after all.

But Feine's mind was driven to a stop as Lalisa stuck out her hand. This surprised Feine, who subtly raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Not many people did such a thing back where he lived. It was quite formal, but... Feine wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do.

'Am I supposed to stick my hand out, too? If I do this, but that's not the case - then I would definitely look like a fool. On the other hand, quite literally - making hand contact with someone is not something I plan on doing, not unless they're completely on my level. This lady is on a higher level than your average Joe Schmoe, but even still... however, in either case, that would come off as quite rude. This Lalisa has an interest in literature, and seems to be quite the possible source of inspiration. So, as for my next move - I'll play the guise of somebody else. A clueless boy, much unlike me. While possibly degrading, this is in the interest of writing.' Feine thought to himself quickly, considering his possible courses of action in this scenario.

"Uh... what do I do here?" Feine uttered, a tone of cluelessness in his words. "I'm not entirely sure, to tell the truth... forgive me. But anyways, being friends sounds pretty good. Literature brings people together, it looks like."

Along with that, Feine also felt he should add something else - he'd been asked why he hadn't eaten the cookie yet. This was easy.

"As for why I haven't eaten the cookie yet - eating is not particularly something I like to do in public. Along with that..." Feine began to speak. "As a human, I strive to be the greatest I can be in all possible fields - something I feel is within my grasp. One such thing I've done to pursue that goal is minimize how often I eat. There is little meaning to eating food, other than survival - of course. However, some food can provide inspiration. That is the food that truly draws me to it." Feine explained rather quickly yet clearly, bringing his eating habits into light. Any of the cluelessness in his voice from what he'd previously said had been abolished, like ice in a boiling hot furnace.

"Hmm. I used quite a few words there." Feine muttered, audibly enough to be heard. "However... I have no doubts that not only will this cookie taste good, but it will also bring forth inspiration."

Highschoolers, Fight on!

@OliveYou

The lady had handed Feine the chocolate chip cookie - and he accepted gladly.

"You made these to give out to other students? Such an interesting character." Feine uttered, somewhat impressed - though he knew he'd never do this himself. What it showed, however, was that the lady was quite kind. "From a writing standpoint, there could be all manner of reasons why somebody would give out cookies, free of charge. It's certainly very interesting."

But aside from the cookie, the blonde lady had given Feine a few juicy tidbits of info on her friend, the woman Feine assumed was a tomboy from earlier. Apparently, that woman's name was 'Ashley', and that they might not like boys. This was interesting to Feine. Perhaps males in general were her 'Berserk Button', as a certain site Feine enjoyed would put it. Nonetheless, it was a very interesting trait for somebody to have, and certainly one that could lead to interesting scenarios. It seemed that the wild man may have provoked her by pushing this 'Berserk Button', which led to the cookie being thrown.

'In that case, it seems that I am lucky my cookie still remains in one piece. Though... wouldn't that be an interesting scenario? That woman simply slapping my cookie out of my hands, causing it to shatter and scatter, like dust in the wind.' Feine thought to himself. 'Though, I should devote the characteristics of this 'Ashley' and this unnamed blonde lady to mind. I would do so for the wild man, but I know not much about him. Though... what interesting characters we have, in the play called 'Life'!

Feine looked down at the cookie he'd been handed.

"Thank you for this chocolate chip cookie, too. Perhaps it'll provide the inspiration I seek for my next piece?" Feine thanked with a calm tone. "Anything in life can provide inspiration. The good, the bad, even things that may seem unlikely, such as this cookie here. That is the beauty inherent in writing, of course."

'While rather delicious looking, I cannot afford to eat the cookie in public. After all, it is quite embarrassing to eat in public, is it not?' Feine pondered over the cookie.