Altered Tundra

|[ ⚵ ]| Cloud Chasers |[ A Fairy Tail AU ]|

@Indra

Should I wait for the other GMs to put up their reviews before I move Asahi over to the Chars tab?

that's so meta || character storage thread

Han’ei, Asahi | Cloud Chasers

Guild Membership Card

Neck-length golden hair | sapphire eyes | average height and weight | slim build | casual, comfortable fashion

Personality

<sub>A lot of people seem to have this misconception about me. I am not overconfident. I am not cocky, because it’s not cockiness if you can back it up. And that’s what Asahi Han’ei has. Don’t you forget it!

Asahi does not have confidence — he is confidence. And he’s not exactly modest about it either. He knows exactly what he's doing, or at the very least, he believes wholeheartedly that what he does is the right thing. And speaking of the right thing, he always believes he’s right. There is no ‘ifs’, ‘ands’, or ‘buts’. In his obviously-deluded mind, Asahi is right. Everyone else can go suck it! You hear me, people of the world?! You are wrong! I’m right. And if you don’t agree, I’ll fight you in real life.

Okay, but real talk? Asahi has a serious problem when it comes to facing certain facts that he might be wrong. It’s been brought to his attention a few times that there is a possibilty tha he’s wrong. Shocker, we know! Who knew that someone who offers his magic for the price of one cent less-than ten dollars can be wrong about things? Well, he never did. Even still, it takes a lot for him to admit he’s wrong, mainly because he refuses to admit it unless someone forces him into a difficult position(i.e. he physically forced into submission or something).

What else is there left to say? Asahi is a ray of sunshine that will burn you if you stay too long in his presence. He will for sure annoy the crap out of you, so either tolerate him or make him shut up because he will never stop going on and on about how awesome he is.</sub>

“Only for 9.99, you can download your daily dose of the sun..”

| Nａｍｅ: |

Han’ei(Prosperity繁栄), Asahi(Rising Sun朝日)

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Rising Sun/Rising Son

| G e n d er: |

Male

| R a n k: |

B+

| Ａｇｅ: |

17

| Guild : |

Cloud Chasers

| History: |

Asahi has a modest upbringing. He grew up in a rather modest village, Taiyoko Village, that was located on one of the smaller islands of Pandora. They weren’t a large village, but they were proud. And did they ever enjoy the life of a boaster. There wasn’t a moment that they would be celebrating something. Be it Hade’s(pronounced Hah-day) latest client request from the village’s mage board. Or if it was having a bountiful harvest, there was always something to celebrate. And they were loud. Like, think obnoxious levels. Every single one of them had the tendency to shout at the top of their lungs. They weren’t without confidence, either.

And that went double for Asahi.

Born of the two that were in charge of the village, one could say he was being set up to lead the village. He even seemed to be very capable in magic. The only thing, around this time where magic became outlawed. Still, the proud nature of the Taiyokoians would not bow. In fact, they founded the short-lived mage guild Solar Saints. They opposed the Decretius Librarium forces that would eventually make their way to the village.

-events regarding what happened to Taiyoko Village will be revealed ICly-

And after events then happened, a then-nine-years-of-age Asahi fled with just a bag of essentials, and the company of his older brother(5 years older), Shinsei. He would escort his brother to a town not far from Taiyoko, leaving him with a trustworthy, if not eccentric, elderly couple that owed Shinsei a favor. After that, Shinsei was never to be seen, only rumored a few years later to be with the Decretius Librarium. This infuriated a twelve-year-old Asahi so much that he vowed to not only end the Librarium for what happened years ago, but for also to get answers about Shinsei.

And to do that, Asahi had to do what he promised he never thought he would have to do: join a mage guild. But not just any guild. It was the fabled Cloud Chasers Guild. Joining was rather easy since it was pretty much an open-enrollment kind of guild. Though, the fact it was on an airship was — well inspiring. Considering his origins, which was at a village that was had a view of the sun, it felt homey to him. Of course, when people got to know what kind of person Asahi, one could say that it was met with mixed reactions. Some bashed his head in right away and some took a little while until they bashed his head in. Despite that, it didn’t stop him from being who he was. A proud man, that Asahi. He’s proud of his heretage and there wouldn’t be anyone that would deny him of that.

| Magic: |

Capabilities

>average magic reserves
>above-average magical power
>average physical capabilities
>low-intellect
>above-average hand-to-hand combat

Sun Magic

Sun/Solar Magic is a caster-type magic that allow Asahi to become one with the sun. His magic power is fueled by the sun. anything the sun can do, he will be capable of(to a degree, of course). He becomes what the sun represents. Because of that, his spells have such hot intensity that they could produce searing flames that have a fluctuating low to high temperature depending on mood and passion. Each spell is capable of radiating waves of high heat that are moderated to the skill level of its user(Asahi).

Due to the fact that Sun Magic is entirely taken from the sun, it should go without saying that when the sun is at its brightest, Asahi’s magic is at its strongest. And because of that, he would be at his most potent. The reverse could be applied as well. If the sun is not out(night time) then Asahi would more or less be rendered useless. He would only have his fighting capabilities to get him by. As the sun will go down, so will the potency of Asahi’s magic. Think of it this way: as the sun rises, so does his magic potency. At midday, he is at his strongest. And as the sun sets, so does Asahi’s magic, resting until day breaks anew.

It should be noted that Sun Magic has a close relation to Wood and Plant Magic. This is due to the fact that both are characterized by a prominent of natural and vital energies.

| Spells: |
Kōgōsei(Photosynthesis _光合成) - Passive/Innate Spell
More of a passive ability of Sun Magic usage than anything else. Photosynthesis grants Asahi the ability to take the energy emitted from the sun, and absorb it into his pores. By doing this, he can heal small wounds inflicted on him from enemy attacks. Additionally, he can store up sun energy inside those same pores to use for later as they will mix with his potent, pure magical power. Alternatively, he may use this stored up solar energy to heal others via physical contact from his dominant hand(left). Due to his skill level, he can only charge up sun energy five times per day.

Taiyō Gaitō(Solar Cloak _{太陽 外套})
A rather simple spell in both appearance and execution. By mixing innate magical power with energy given to him from the sunlight from either the sun itself or sunlight stored via photosynthesis, Asahi “flares up” in an aura of golden flame, sparks of white and red flaring around him. While active it enhances any spells he uses by almost a quarter of their core potency. Additionally, the aura also increases his own physical capabilities by an eighth of their core potency, this includes but not limited to: speed, strength, defense, etc. He is also able to fly, though consider this a work in progress. Also, there is a standard one to two minute period in which this spell can remain active. After that, there is not only a cooldown period of the same time, but all spells will have half the maximum strength during this cooldown period.

Hōshasen Taiyō (Radiating Sun _{放射 太陽})
By rapidly ionizing and releasing sun magical energy in either of his palms, Asahi is able form intense yellow and red-orange flames condensed into a sphere the size of a baseball that spiral the more eternano that is gathered. As it spins, steam will surround a small radius around Asahi due to the high heat generated. This will mask Asahi’s presence from his enemies. When its form has been completed, Asahi can either hurl it at a target or ram it into the gut. Both provide equal effects. Due to the spells burning and spinning properties, it will bear a drilling-like effect that can pierce through other spells. The power that this spell has within it can leave a modest-sized crater if hit in the ground.

Taiyōfū (Solar Wind _太陽風)
As the heat from the sun surrounds Asahi, he channels it in such a way that it creates a solar windstorm - a condensed one, mind you - in front of him in a ten-pace circumference with him at the center of it. By gesturing his arms, he can command this compacted storm to take the shame of a flaming wall that can block incoming spells of equal or lesser-strength. Or he can command it to take the form of its namesake(windstorm), and send hot currents towards someone as a means of offense.

Outside offense and defense, there is a passive ability that this spell has and that is to cause anything caught within its entirety to suffer first to second-degree burns. If they are hit with the offensive countermeasure, a third-degree burn is possible.

Taiyō Yubiwa(Solar Ring _太陽指輪)
Easily Asahi’s strongest and most-dangerous spell he currently knows. It is one that derives from the aura of plasma that surrounds the sun during a solar eclipse. As it is, when Asahi’ physical state is withered out and without light(this could be an interpretation of Asahi entering a state of a magical form of a solar eclipse). His reserves are low, his body is torn up from wounds, and he is near passing out. At this point is where the residual heat from his wounds, from the air around him, from any source remaining, gathers in both of his palms, and takes shape in a constant-rotating sphere of flame.

As both sphere come to the center on their own accord, Asahi, through his pain alone, wills the sphere to rise to the sky, absorbing heat as it proceeds upward. Once it gets to the point that it is above all else, it sends pulses of solar energy, which activate certain processes in oxygen to set a battlefield ablaze, scorching all within its twenty-foot region.

One thing to note about this spell is that it’s entirely controlled by Asahi’s pain. This meaning that it’s as strong as he is in physical unbearable agony. As such, the longer he keeps it going will cause him much strife, almost to the point where he might not even be able to keep the spell active. So, in other words, if his focus isn’t maintained, the orb will simply disappear, even before it has gotten the time to do what it was created for. Additionally, if there aren’t substantial wounds, it won’t have as high of a burning potency as one might think. Less-severe injuries will create less-severe spell power.

| Miscs : |

Prosperious Promise
Wake the sun, you get the Solar Storm

Guild Mark is located on Asahi’s Left Hand(top, near knuckles)

Sheet credited to Buddha.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Okay, so not what Jaakuna thought was going to happen. Still, he couldn’t help but be a bystander as the scene lost control of itself.

“Honey Bunny, why would you say something like that? Is that honestly what you think of me? That I’m just some hip, delinquent who can’t keep it in his pants?” Dominic felt insulted by her insinuation.

Shion opened her mouth, though closed it a little too quickly, her lips pursed together rather disapprovingly. “Yes.” She replied bluntly.

And, as Dominic would look around, he had just noticed the King of the Doofuses, Lorenzo Jeremiah Roselia. The bane of Dominic’s livelihood. To think, of all places, that he would see this cheat, this no good, dirty thief, in the Archades Dungeons. Either this was the mighty gods playing a cruel joke on The Crimson Arc, or it was just bad luck. Regardless, Dominic felt his eye twitch.

“OI! DON’T GO COMPARING ME TO THIS DUNCE!” Dominic and Lorenzo had said at the same time. “Hey, so not only you copy my inventions, but now you have to copy my words? Why don’t you go get your own ideas, you no good hack!” Dominic hissed at Lorenzo, crimson sparks flying as he got closer to Lorenzo’s face.

Lorenzo wouldn’t so much as flinch, though his anger seemed to match Dominic’s, his own orange Mist slowly collecting around him. “Copy?! Me?! You’re just angry you didn’t have the brains to finish your own job! You should be thanking me!” The blonde haired man’s golden eyes burned with passion, though his grin had rather quickly faded away.

“I would say I’d hate to ruin that pretty face of yours, but let’s face it, Lorrie,” Dominic cocked a grin, “you’re about as pretty as a Malboro King, just you stink way more.”

“My Karolina finds me gorgeous! Anyone else who says otherwise can go jump off a cliff for all I care!” The man paused, as if realizing something. “HEY! I bathe every day!”

Letting out a sigh, Shion scratched her cheek. “This...should probably be saved for later. Or would you wish to see the insides of these cells once more?”

“WAIT!” Dominic shouted, halting everyone, “there’s one more person we need to free.” Dominic announced.

“You’re kidding me.” Jaakuna professed his annoyance, “the guards are bound to catch us. We don’t have time —”

“Jaakie, because you’re my boy, I won’t knock you out, but I never leave a man behind. And Shinto is my partner-in-crime. Never have I done anything without him. You know this.”

Jaakuna realized it was a moot point. When Dominic got motivated, there was no stopping him, especially when it involved Shinto. Though, he had a point. Shinto had a unique skillset that would make things a lot easier for what they had to do.

“Very well, guess we should get him too.”

“One problem.”

“What?”

“He may or may not be in a high security wing.”

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes, and couldn’t help but scoff. “So what, you wanna rescue your drinking buddy? Can’t it wait until afterwards?” Lorenzo pressed, looking to Jaakuna. “You know what I’m talking about. This isn’t the time for your crap, Dom! Who knows what those bastards are gonna end up doing to Reia?!”

The Empress? Shion raised an eyebrow, though she remained silent. Lorenzo threw her a look: he wanted her to pick a side, not just sit on a fence!

Without warning, Dominic tugged at Lorenzo’s shirt, forcing the Rozarrian to be pulled close to his face. “You can steal my ideas, take credit for them, but if you think I’m going to let you reduce my best mate as just a ‘drinking buddy’, you’re sorely mistaken.” Dominic made sure Lorenzo heard every word as loud and clearly as he said them. “I understand what is at state for you, Lorenzo. These guards have been bragging about Reia, but I will not abandon my brother. By my honor as a Ward, I will not let him rot in these cells.” Dominic’s tone was different. It had fire, it had passion, and maybe, a crack of urgency rooted in love.

Wrenching himself from Dominic’s grip, his eyes remained dangerous. “It better be worth it, not even the gods will help you if it isn’t,” Lorenzo warned him.

Clapping her hands rather sarcastically, Shion decided to end the conversation. “Wonderful. Now that we’re on the same page, it’s time to go.” She reminded the pair, though she threw a look at Jaakuna. “I do hope your bloodline is useful for something around here, will you lead the way or will you continue to stand around silently?”

---

News spread to Hamut rather quickly about a few things. First thing’s first, he heard about the crash of airships above the Dalmascan Sands. As tragic as they were, he would not allow that news to distract him much from his gaze towards Reia, who happened to be sitting across from. Of course, as someone of her stature would, she did not show any weakness or intimidation that she was in the predicament that she was in. Hamut respected that.

“You know, I’ve heard some interesting tidbits of information that you might find interesting. Care to hear them?” Hamut didn’t wait for an answer. “Airships above Dalmasca were blown up. I think your niece was on them. But fret not, Empress Reia, for she is safe. My sources in Rabanastre inform me she arrived safely with her fiance.” Hamut smiled, seeming to be pleased by that news himself. “And far southeast in Mt. Bur-Omisace, your dearest brother apparently went there with Savayna. The Brotherhood of the First Order was there occupying the Temple of Omisace. Your brother and the former general liberated it, and seem to be going home.” Hamut recited as it he was reading it out of a scroll, “and lastly..”

Hamut mused a thoughtful sound, curling his lips into a smile. He brought a small scroll that was to his left. He opened it. It wasn’t even unsealed. There was the symbol of two snakes coiling around a dagger on it. He broke the seal. As he read the scroll, he found himself having a mixture of amusement and annoyance, gripping the scroll with his large hands, almost ripping the parchment. He would regain control not long after.

“Well, isn’t this very interesting. Your other brother - the idiot - and my grandson seemed to have broken out two inmates. One of no importance, but another, I fear will make it troublesome.” Hamut tried to feign calmness, but it was evident in his tone that this truly bothered him. “Tell me, Empress Reia, what does your brother hope to accomplish?”

---

Sylvester looked up at Nadeline. Her name was Nadeline. That much he knew. And she was Princess of Rozarria. She’s Wesley’s fiance. Wesley. I have failed you. My brother, when we were younger, I never gave you what you deserved.

And when Sylvester kept his eyes on Nadeline, a moment of nothingness passed through him. Her worried expression did nothing to him. It didn’t quell the sorrow he felt. “Nabudis..Where it all started. I failed. I couldn’t save him. All was lost.” Sylvester froze up. His expression withered into dread, eyes flashed white. His hair froze up, tensing outward. Then it would relax as he gripped his head, alarming screeches emitted from his weak mouth as he rolled around in front of Nadeline. “No..I can’t. Don’t make me. Please Lord.. I..Can’t do that. No, I won’t! Not again..Don’t make me do it again..”

|[ ⚵ ]| Cloud Chasers |[ A Fairy Tail AU ]|

@Leslie Hall @Indra @Denny
Here is my character. I hope it meets all the requirements, and that nothing is out of place or anything of the like. :)

Han’ei, Asahi

Guild Membership Card

Neck-length golden hair | sapphire eyes | average height and weight | slim build | casual, comfortable fashion

Personality

<sub>A lot of people seem to have this misconception about me. I am not overconfident. I am not cocky, because it’s not cockiness if you can back it up. And that’s what Asahi Han’ei has. Don’t you forget it!

Asahi does not have confidence — he is confidence. And he’s not exactly modest about it either. He knows exactly what he's doing, or at the very least, he believes wholeheartedly that what he does is the right thing. And speaking of the right thing, he always believes he’s right. There is no ‘ifs’, ‘ands’, or ‘buts’. In his obviously-deluded mind, Asahi is right. Everyone else can go suck it! You hear me, people of the world?! You are wrong! I’m right. And if you don’t agree, I’ll fight you in real life.

Okay, but real talk? Asahi has a serious problem when it comes to facing certain facts that he might be wrong. It’s been brought to his attention a few times that there is a possibilty tha he’s wrong. Shocker, we know! Who knew that someone who offers his magic for the price of one cent less-than ten dollars can be wrong about things? Well, he never did. Even still, it takes a lot for him to admit he’s wrong, mainly because he refuses to admit it unless someone forces him into a difficult position(i.e. he physically forced into submission or something).

What else is there left to say? Asahi is a ray of sunshine that will burn you if you stay too long in his presence. He will for sure annoy the crap out of you, so either tolerate him or make him shut up because he will never stop going on and on about how awesome he is.</sub>

“Only for 9.99, you can download your daily dose of the sun..”

| Nａｍｅ: |

Han’ei(Prosperity繁栄), Asahi(Rising Sun朝日)

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Rising Sun/Rising Son

| G e n d er: |

Male

| R a n k: |

B+

| Ａｇｅ: |

17

| Guild : |

Cloud Chasers

| History: |

Asahi has a modest upbringing. He grew up in a rather modest village, Taiyoko Village, that was located on one of the smaller islands of Pandora. They weren’t a large village, but they were proud. And did they ever enjoy the life of a boaster. There wasn’t a moment that they would be celebrating something. Be it Hade’s(pronounced Hah-day) latest client request from the village’s mage board. Or if it was having a bountiful harvest, there was always something to celebrate. And they were loud. Like, think obnoxious levels. Every single one of them had the tendency to shout at the top of their lungs. They weren’t without confidence, either.

And that went double for Asahi.

Born of the two that were in charge of the village, one could say he was being set up to lead the village. He even seemed to be very capable in magic. The only thing, around this time where magic became outlawed. Still, the proud nature of the Taiyokoians would not bow. In fact, they founded the short-lived mage guild Solar Saints. They opposed the Decretius Librarium forces that would eventually make their way to the village.

-events regarding what happened to Taiyoko Village will be revealed ICly-

And after events then happened, a then-nine-years-of-age Asahi fled with just a bag of essentials, and the company of his older brother(5 years older), Shinsei. He would escort his brother to a town not far from Taiyoko, leaving him with a trustworthy, if not eccentric, elderly couple that owed Shinsei a favor. After that, Shinsei was never to be seen, only rumored a few years later to be with the Decretius Librarium. This infuriated a twelve-year-old Asahi so much that he vowed to not only end the Librarium for what happened years ago, but for also to get answers about Shinsei.

And to do that, Asahi had to do what he promised he never thought he would have to do: join a mage guild. But not just any guild. It was the fabled Cloud Chasers Guild. Joining was rather easy since it was pretty much an open-enrollment kind of guild. Though, the fact it was on an airship was — well inspiring. Considering his origins, which was at a village that was had a view of the sun, it felt homey to him. Of course, when people got to know what kind of person Asahi, one could say that it was met with mixed reactions. Some bashed his head in right away and some took a little while until they bashed his head in. Despite that, it didn’t stop him from being who he was. A proud man, that Asahi. He’s proud of his heretage and there wouldn’t be anyone that would deny him of that.

| Magic: |

Capabilities

>average magic reserves
>above-average magical power
>average physical capabilities
>low-intellect
>above-average hand-to-hand combat

Sun Magic

Sun/Solar Magic is a caster-type magic that allow Asahi to become one with the sun. His magic power is fueled by the sun. anything the sun can do, he will be capable of(to a degree, of course). He becomes what the sun represents. Because of that, his spells have such hot intensity that they could produce searing flames that have a fluctuating low to high temperature depending on mood and passion. Each spell is capable of radiating waves of high heat that are moderated to the skill level of its user(Asahi).

Due to the fact that Sun Magic is entirely taken from the sun, it should go without saying that when the sun is at its brightest, Asahi’s magic is at its strongest. And because of that, he would be at his most potent. The reverse could be applied as well. If the sun is not out(night time) then Asahi would more or less be rendered useless. He would only have his fighting capabilities to get him by. As the sun will go down, so will the potency of Asahi’s magic. Think of it this way: as the sun rises, so does his magic potency. At midday, he is at his strongest. And as the sun sets, so does Asahi’s magic, resting until day breaks anew.

It should be noted that Sun Magic has a close relation to Wood and Plant Magic. This is due to the fact that both are characterized by a prominent of natural and vital energies.

| Spells: |
Kōgōsei(Photosynthesis _光合成) - Passive/Innate Spell
More of a passive ability of Sun Magic usage than anything else. Photosynthesis grants Asahi the ability to take the energy emitted from the sun, and absorb it into his pores. By doing this, he can heal small wounds inflicted on him from enemy attacks. Additionally, he can store up sun energy inside those same pores to use for later as they will mix with his potent, pure magical power. Alternatively, he may use this stored up solar energy to heal others via physical contact from his dominant hand(left). Due to his skill level, he can only charge up sun energy five times per day.

Taiyō Gaitō(Solar Cloak _{太陽 外套})
A rather simple spell in both appearance and execution. By mixing innate magical power with energy given to him from the sunlight from either the sun itself or sunlight stored via photosynthesis, Asahi “flares up” in an aura of golden flame, sparks of white and red flaring around him. While active it enhances any spells he uses by almost a quarter of their core potency. Additionally, the aura also increases his own physical capabilities by an eighth of their core potency, this includes but not limited to: speed, strength, defense, etc. He is also able to fly, though consider this a work in progress. Also, there is a standard one to two minute period in which this spell can remain active. After that, there is not only a cooldown period of the same time, but all spells will have half the maximum strength during this cooldown period.

Hōshasen Taiyō (Radiating Sun _{放射 太陽})
By rapidly ionizing and releasing sun magical energy in either of his palms, Asahi is able form intense yellow and red-orange flames condensed into a sphere the size of a baseball that spiral the more eternano that is gathered. As it spins, steam will surround a small radius around Asahi due to the high heat generated. This will mask Asahi’s presence from his enemies. When its form has been completed, Asahi can either hurl it at a target or ram it into the gut. Both provide equal effects. Due to the spells burning and spinning properties, it will bear a drilling-like effect that can pierce through other spells. The power that this spell has within it can leave a modest-sized crater if hit in the ground.

Taiyōfū (Solar Wind _太陽風)
As the heat from the sun surrounds Asahi, he channels it in such a way that it creates a solar windstorm - a condensed one, mind you - in front of him in a ten-pace circumference with him at the center of it. By gesturing his arms, he can command this compacted storm to take the shame of a flaming wall that can block incoming spells of equal or lesser-strength. Or he can command it to take the form of its namesake(windstorm), and send hot currents towards someone as a means of offense.

Outside offense and defense, there is a passive ability that this spell has and that is to cause anything caught within its entirety to suffer first to second-degree burns. If they are hit with the offensive countermeasure, a third-degree burn is possible.

Taiyō Yubiwa(Solar Ring _太陽指輪)
Easily Asahi’s strongest and most-dangerous spell he currently knows. It is one that derives from the aura of plasma that surrounds the sun during a solar eclipse. As it is, when Asahi’ physical state is withered out and without light(this could be an interpretation of Asahi entering a state of a magical form of a solar eclipse). His reserves are low, his body is torn up from wounds, and he is near passing out. At this point is where the residual heat from his wounds, from the air around him, from any source remaining, gathers in both of his palms, and takes shape in a constant-rotating sphere of flame.

As both sphere come to the center on their own accord, Asahi, through his pain alone, wills the sphere to rise to the sky, absorbing heat as it proceeds upward. Once it gets to the point that it is above all else, it sends pulses of solar energy, which activate certain processes in oxygen to set a battlefield ablaze, scorching all within its twenty-foot region.

One thing to note about this spell is that it’s entirely controlled by Asahi’s pain. This meaning that it’s as strong as he is in physical unbearable agony. As such, the longer he keeps it going will cause him much strife, almost to the point where he might not even be able to keep the spell active. So, in other words, if his focus isn’t maintained, the orb will simply disappear, even before it has gotten the time to do what it was created for. Additionally, if there aren’t substantial wounds, it won’t have as high of a burning potency as one might think. Less-severe injuries will create less-severe spell power.

| Miscs : |

Prosperious Promise
Wake the sun, you get the Solar Storm

Guild Mark is located on Asahi’s Left Hand(top, near knuckles)

Sheet credited to Buddha.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

How much time had actually passed since he had seen the rays of the natural sun? It seemed like it was just yesterday that those beautiful, golden rays touched his skin. He could still remember how it felt when he got his last sunburn. It was excruciating pain, sure, but at least he was free, not put in captivity simply because of one little thing he might’ve did.

The man sighed, looking out his cell, and seeing the same three guards walk up and down the rows, armed with top-of-the-line guns. Archadian make. Okay, so maybe they weren’t top of the line. They were hammy downs. They were second-grade weapons that didn’t even work half the time. But, when you have an entire dungeon of prisoners, it didn’t matter. If the maigck wasn't nullified for those inside the the cells, those weak humes would be nothing, even with their second-rate guns.

And yet, that didn’t kill their hope.

It might be true that they were all locked up, but you can’t kill the hope of a man who has so much to live for. Or at least, convinces himself that there’s so much to live for. The simple rays of the sun, drinking crappy ale, eating even crappier food, and seeing your little sister again. All of those things were among his to-do list when he got out. Yes, you heard right. It’s when he gets out, not if. By hell or high water, Crimson Arcwas going to get himself free.

“Wait, what are you?!” Shouted a guard as he flew several paces past Crimson Arc’s cell, crashing into the wall just ten paces to the right of the cell.

As he looked on, a gaze of bewilderment, he saw several more guards fly to the same direction. They all said similar things to whoever had sent them crashing into their fellow man. The Crimson Arc saw fire and pink magicite needles and orange energy--mist? But how? -- and-and--blue flowers? No, it couldn’t be.

In about a moment or two, the sight of four people startled Crimson Arc. He jumped back as their forms were simply shadows. He didn’t know who they were. It wasn’t until one spoke that he became relieved.

“This is the one, right?”

“Yeah. The guard outside told us he’s in this one.”

“Wait a moment,” Crimson Arc spoke lowly, “Jaakie? And Lannit..” He stepped into the light, and saw his two friends’ faces, albeit Jaakie looked to be a little banged up. And Lannit cut his hair. He used to have it right down to his shoulders like Jaakie did. “WELL FUCK MY ASS AND CALL ME A SLUT, IT IS YOU GUYS! MY HOMIE-G’S ARE HERE TO RESCUE ME!”

“Oh right, I forgot he was loud.” Jaakuna scowled, using his fire magick to burn down the cage door, and kicked it through, giving his friend no warning. The bars had crashed into him, pinning him against the wall. “Oh, sorry Dom, I meant to say stand back.” JAakuna snickered.

“It’s all good, J-Dawg!” Dominic gave a thumbs up, pushing the bars to the side, and running out of the cell with youthful vigor. “I’M FREEEEE—” Dominic shouted, but stopped as he came to the sight of the other two who were with his friends. “Wait a minute..” He squinted his eyes, “blue hair, amber eyes, luscious breasts,” Dominic couldn’t believe it, nodding his head as his shock increased, “SHION I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S YOU!” He lept forward, arms out, “MY HONEY BUNNY HAS COME TO RESCUE MEEEEEE~”

Jaakuna stood there, eyes widened, shaking his head. “Oh jeez…”

Everyone knew what was going to happen next…

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The Cloaked Man would not respond to Nadeline. He acknowledged her with a small smirk, but he would not respond. Instead he would observe as he saw the withered Sylvester look to him to walk towards Nadeline. There wasn’t so much as a verbal request, but it was the way that The Cloaked Man caught the eyes of Sylvester. Though he was barely alive, on the sight of Nadeline, there was something in those eyes of his that came alive.

“Very well. I shall let you two have a moment. However,” The Cloaked Man gestured to Sanguine, “he’ll stay just so you aren’t unsupervised.”

“Boss?”

“Do not fret, Caeru, nothing’s going to happen.” The Cloaked Man assured Caeru as he gestured his underling to follow the rest of his brethren, giving Sanguine a nod of some sort.

After he said that, one of the Dark Dagger Guild members that held him dropped him semi-gently on the ground, just half of a pace from where Nadeline was knealed at. As the former prince would find himself grabbing for anything to help his frail form upright, he had grasped at Nadeline’s arms to just give himself some support. As he did, the words “I’m sorry,” were weakly muttered. After a moment, more words were said. “Nabudis..My fault..”

That was all Sylvester could mutter. Afterwards, the feeble prince went to a muffled sob, his voice barely emoting what could be best described as regretful sorrow.

Saisei: Another Dynamic Naruto AU Roleplay!

Reporting for duty, @Gowi-senpai!

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

As the Three Blonde Men faced certain death, they did it with much valor. Lorenzo had his arms raised high, preparing to go down fighting. Lannit had the Needle Rifle charged and ready, finger poised on the trigger. And as for Jaakuna, he had began gathering as much deep red mist as he possibly could. While they probably would’ve died, Jaakuna was going to make sure that he did so with a fight. Lannit felt the same way, too.

And yet, as it would reveal itself to the men, that was not going to be the case. The color in the air meant that they were going to live for another day.

When the Hell Wyrm fell, disappearing into crumbling particles of black and red and white, Jaakuna couldn’t help but look in awe. The mighty beast had fallen. And it was thanks entirely to Shion, the Blue Rose, who apparently had been looking for him. As thankful as he was, Jaakuna couldn’t help but grimace as she still referred to him as ‘Sky Pirate’.

“Nice seeing you too, Shion.” Jaakuna half-grinned as he focused his eyes on her.

Meanwhile, Lannit couldn’t help but take his eyes off of her. Taking aside how she killed a beast that The Blonde Men couldn’t defeat together, he was drawn to her huge knockers and how they were barely contained in her outfit. Of course he had heard of Shion, the Blue Rose, but he’d only heard whispers of her legendary twin roses.

Jaakuna heard Lannit beginning to breathe heavily. He raised a brow. It was then he realized where Lannit had been looking at. Shaking his head, Jaakuna whacked Lannit over the top of his melon. “Lannit for god’s sake, you have a wife at home who is carrying your baby,” Jaakuna chided him, “even if Shion has impressive tits, this is no time to gawk at them like some weird pervert.” Jaakuna told Lannit.

As he sulked, Lannit said, “fine, carry on.”

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“Oh she’s got moxy,” The cloaked man said, “I like that.”

He let her finish, seeing the fire in her eyes. Truly an offspring of that fool, Lorenzo.

“Girl, do you know who you’re speaking to?” Caeruleum asked the girl, as if offended by her lack of respect for his Boss.

“Caeru, it’s fine,” Boss said, approaching Nadeline, “I can tell that this girl isn’t afraid to speak her mind. And while I find her tone lacking a certain tact, I cannot punish someone for standing up for what they believe in. We, of the Dark Dagger Hunter’s Guild, have to appreciate that. We also have to appreciate that our future queen isn’t going to take any form of disrespect for —” he paused, looking to his men, “what was it that she said? ‘There’s much wrong going on defying the will of the gods?”

“I believe it was something along those lines.” Caeru mused.

“Yes, I believe it was too.” The Cloaked Man chuckled, eyes once more on Nadeline, “girl, tell me, what is it you know about our guild?” He asked her. “Did you know that Queen Ashelia herself founded our first branch? I believe it was to ensure that other guilds did not get out of hand. And because of this, we became what is known of as The Brotherhood of the First Order.” The Man spoke with a spark in his eyes, tone passionate. “It may be true that, in the decades that followed, our original allegiance has been wavering. We went from serving under your ancestors of Rozarria, then to the last reign of the Solidors, and only recently, we served as bodyguards for your fiance’s late father. In fact, it was mere weeks before the invasion from Archadia of our country of Dalmasca did his late majesty disband us from being his guards. He cited it was ‘time to move past from the barbaric ways.” there was a hint of anger in his voice. “And so, we were back to what we were before Queen Ashelia officiated us: hunters who live day-to-day based off of the gil we receive from hunts.”

The Cloaked figure turned around, going to a desk. He reached into the third drawer from the left, and pulled out a scroll. It wasn’t large. It had some kind of seal on it. He would then unseal it, a glow of orange could be seen as the scroll would unroll itself. He held it in both hands, and said, “Princess of Rozarria, you want me to take you to Sylvester, right?” The Man said, not even bothering to look up. He kept reading the scroll he had in his hands. “How about instead I take you to see him, he comes to you?” He smirked suspiciously.

It was as if in that moment, there was an unspoken command from the man, because one of the Dark Dagger Guild members would come through a door just thirty paces to the left of everyone. The guild member himself wasn’t out of the ordinary. He had short brown hair, wore leather and hide armor. He was Hume with dark skin. He came out tugging along some frail man. Despite a withered state, he had silverish-blonde hair, eyes of gold, and a scar going from the eyes to the nose on both sides.

“Princess of Rozarria, I present to you the Prince Sylvester of Dalmasca,” The Cloaked Man gestured to Sylvester who bared exact hair color and style of the Cloaked Man. "And Sylvester, please thank the princess here. Because of her actions, she is the reason you defied the will of the gods."

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

Jade Avery Taylor

"I’m not a whore for masturbating, so fuck you for calling me one."

]║ Name ║

Jade Avery Taylor

║ Birthday & Age ║

3/30 | 16

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║

Female | Bisexual

║ Other Labels ║

90s Grunge Trash | American | German/Sweedish/Irish/Canadian/Polish | Caucasian | Raised-Catholic(not severely though) | Independent(has Liberal and Conservative political beliefs) | Speaks German and Polish fluently, as well as Sarcasm and Pig Latin; can also throw a bit of Klingon and Al Bhed in there(yes she’s a nerd)

║ Occupation ║

Part-Time Waitress

║ Appearance ║

Jade isn’t quite a petite girl, but she’s not exactly built enough to be considered curvy. That isn’t to say that she’s without some curves, but it’s irregular and inconsistent. Like, for example, her ass is round and firm, but still too small in overall-width to have a curvy appearance. As for the rest of her, she still has a fairly leanish frame. She is well-equipped with admirable bust that garner her a lot of attention from both sexes. She isn’t too tall, either. Average height for a caucasian female of her age. She has golden-blonde hair that reaches down to about halfway to mid-back, and her eyes are mixed with a hazel green and ocean blue hue.

When it comes to fashion, Jade prides herself with the nostalgia to the 90s. Most likely, Jade will be caught in denim and flannel shirts(assuming she’s not rocking one of her many nerdom or band-dom merch), baggy jeans and shorts, boots that aren’t supposed ot go with “that outfit” but because she’s a rebel, she will do it regardless of opinion. There’s also a choice of denim skirts/shorts that Jade will also choose to wear out of preference. One last thing: JAde always wears her black leather jacket that she has had since her fourteenth birthday. It holds a personal significance to her, for it was given to her by her Uncle Charlie, who has been more of a father to her than her own scum of a father could even dream to be.

Jade has a certain way of making herself to appear. Though not always, she does double up on the eyeshadow when she feels the need. She normally lets her hair hang down. In the rare occassion that she’s feeling for a ponytail or something unnatural, one would be able to see that she wears rather…interesting jewelry she chooses to wear. Sometimes it could be flashy and surprising for someone like JAde to wear. Then there could be times where she would wear the kind of jewelry that you would expect someone like her to wear. Of course, earrings aren’t the only kind of jewelry she wears. She has a fine collection of bracelets and rings and belly rings and earrings and an assortment of everything in between.

"I don’t give a damn bout my reputation.You’re living in the past is a new generation. A girl can do what she’s gonna do, and that’s what I’m gonna do."

║ Personality ║

The Positive:

• Adventurous
• Confident
• Quick-witted

The Negative:

• Impatient
• Blunt
• Selfish

What You See:

Whether you know Jade on a personal level or just as someone passing in the hall, you were surely to hear how she takes no shit. And how she’s honest — sometimes to a fault. She speaks her mind whenever she damn well pleases. Whether or not it’s wanted isn’t exactly something that Jade worries herself with. She’s going to tell you what she thinks about you regardless of where you stand on it. Frankly, she just doesn’t give any fucks. No doubt she has used her clever tongue to try and sweet talk herself out of sticky situations, be it with the law enforcement of the town, of her school, of her house, Jade sure has a talent of being a slick talker.

Jade is always up for an adventure. In a small town, one has to find these little adventures because life in Wentworth can get a bit dull, so Jade has to find innovative ways to keep boredom from dropping to all-time lows. Sometimes this will get her into trouble; not exactly with law enforcement because there’s a lack of that in Wentworth, but there’s always the girlfriends of men that catch her attention, girlfriends of women that get her attention.

What can Jade say for herself? She loves fun. But she’d be damned if she waits around for any man or woman. She is what you would call impatient. She may love the thrill of an adventure, but hates waiting for one.

]What I Know:

One wouldn’t think it by looking at Jade, but she is actually quite fragile. Of course, no one would even begin to assume as much because of how confident she appears to be. But, of course, this is simply a front, or at least partially. She does have confidence. And she is everything that she appears to be, but there is much more to her than simply being the life of the party. At least, that’s what she would like to believe.

Deep down, Jade has ambitions and goals she wants to achieve in life. She also has a lot of love and admiration to give. But, being treated the way that she has in her life, she assumes certain “roles”, almost to the point where she often forgets about the goals that she has set for herself. Or if not, then she simply puts it way back into her mind where it’s buried like a long list of things she shoves back there.

In truth, Jade really is fractured in a lot of ways. Her self-esteem isn’t exactly a worry, but it’s her trust and self-worth that are the main issues with her. As noted beforehand, a lot has happened to her in life that made her not trust easily. It’s the exact reason why, when it comes to relations past the point of moderate-friendliness, she keeps others at an arm’s length. It is not apparent to many - or Jade herself - that she does this willingly, or as some kind of defensive mechinism. All that is known is that she tries to push people away before either a, she hurts them, or b, they hurt her. Better save both of them any future time and grief, yeah?

"Music touches us emotionally, where words alone can't." - Johnny Depp

║ My Dreams ║

”Music is my life.” — Jade finds music to be her one saving grace. Throughout all of her shit luck, it’s been the only constantly good thing in her life. And to her, she sees it as a way out of Wentworth, and to better places.

║ Fears ║

• Trust
• Allowing someone to get too close to her
• Sustaining a vocal injury
• Never able to be able to make it through her music
• Snakes

║ Likes ║

• Drugs and alcohol
• Performing for crowds
• Parties
• Certain nerdoms(comic books, books, etc)
• Fire(burn em’ up)
• Meaningful music

║ Dislikes ║

• Rules
• School
• Authority Figures
• Those with a God/Superiority Complex
• Preps
• People who judge others for any reason whatsoever

║ Brief History ║

Like most in Wentworth, Jade doesn’t have that much of an exciting story. Like most, she was born and raised in Wentworth, Colorado. Her family as a whole aren’t rich nor are they poor. Boring and basic as it may seem, it’s just how it’s been for Jade, or rather, the Taylors. Well, calling them “The Taylors” would be a bit of a stretch. It’s just Jade, her Uncle Charlie, and his wife, Veronica. Charlie works out of Denver and Bianca works at the local diner, so not much to tell there.

A little background on Jade’s parents. They are junkies. Druggies. Useless waste of space. If you ask JAde about them, she’ll tell you as much. They weren’t the best parents. When they had her, apparently things were great(according to her Uncle Charlie). But as with all things, time made quick work of that, and would reveal that, not only did Brandon and Melody Taylor have no business being parents, but they were shitty people to boot. Instead of spending their earned paychecks to help provide for their only daughter, Jade, they took it upon themselves to feed to their addictions. For Brandon, it was heroine. And if he couldn’t get that, he’d settle for the over-the-counter variety, Dilaudid. As for Melody, she was a simple one. Her tastes always aligned with pain medications. Either it was vicodin or oxycodone, but whichever she would be able to get her hands on, one could wager that she would spend her money on that rather than food or rent.

Time would prove to be limited for Brandon and Melody as their habits got reckless. It got to the point where Jade would have to be removed from their care temporarily, and live with her Uncle Charlie and his then-girlfriend(now wife) Veronica Taylor(nee. Salazar).

Jade living with her Uncle and soon-to-be Aunt was only supposed ot be temporary, but due to her parents not really fighting the Colorado court on custody(they showed they were incapable of caring for her), so Charlie and Veronica got sole custody of Jade, and that was the end of that. For the next six years, Jade would live with them, and find herself enjoying it quite a bit. She loves her uncle. Always has. And her Aunt is someone she bonded with when she was around thirteen(something bad happened that Jade needed a womanly figure for, and they bonded).

║ Extra Curricular Activities & Sports ║

Self Explanatory

║ Reputation ║

Wild Child

║ Best subjects, Worst subjects ║

Best Subjects - English, Lunch, Pissoff the Teachers 101
Worst subjects - everything else

║ Extra information ║

Hobbies include

• Songwriting/Music
• going on adventures
• Video Games

Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

@Silent Observer
Okay edited both things. :)

that's so meta || character storage thread

Benjamin Ryan “Benji” Cross

Benji

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"This town blows - let's fuck."

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║ Name ║

Benjamin Ryan Cross

║ Birthday & Age ║

16 | 5/31
Denver, Colorado

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║

Male | Playing the field

║ Other Labels ║

Bad Boy | American-born | English | Agnostic | Non-existent political affiliation

║ Occupation ║

This can include volunteer work. You can also be unemployed. You are in high school.

║ Appearance ║

Benji is a man of above-average height and just as much weight. His body is lean and skin tanned adequately. He has a short to medium mane and eyes dark green. Benji doesn’t have a dominant display of facial hair; though, he is hairy along his arms, chest, and legs. Not too much, but it is worth noting. Attire-wise, Benji has what most would call the “bad boy look”. He has maybe one or two pairs of decent jeans, torn t-shirts, some longs-sleeve variants, and maybe a leather jacket or two. He has one pair of shoes that are far from being new but they aren’t withered, either. He does have piercings, though - both ears, a couple along his nose, eyebrows, too.

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"Cry me a river."

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║ Personality ║

The Positive

• High self-esteem
• Unpredictable actions
• Cockiness

The Negative

• Selfish
• Reckless
• Unmotivated, arrogant, and Apathetic

What You See
Is what you get.

Benji, above all else, is the stereotypical bad boy, plus or minus a few things. Right off the bad, you’ll see that he doesn’t lack confidence and will personify that whenever he does anything he, at the very least, sets half of his mind to. He’s likely not to take no for an answer, so don’t expect a gentleman if he doesn’t allow you to refuse him. No, this doesn’t mean he’ll rape you. Gosh, what kind of guy does Benji look to you? No, he’s just very assertive and usually gets his way.

The odds haven’t really been in his favor, especially as of late, so one might see Benji do something uncharacteristic to how he was a year ago. Last year, he probably wouldn’t have missed a day of class or mouthed off to a teacher or do anything of the sort, but lately, he’s been doing all of those things in excess. Furthermore, you can count on him to not take much care to thos ehe hurts or what his actions do to those same people. A lot of caring about doing the act itself, not so much the aftereffects.

One last thing to note is that Benji is often disassociated by a lot of social events. They just aren’t his thing. He might partake in certain events if they interest him. Like, you might catch him join a contact sport just so he could, at the very least, get away with hitting people, but he won’t aspire to be the captain or anything. He just wants to be able to beat up people and that seems the way to go. Oh, and he’s a selfish little bitch. Only thinks of himself. So, if you get hurt, well boo-fucking-hoo. Cry me a river, woman

What I Know
One could say that Benji does have some layers. Think of him like an onion: it might be hard to do so, but once you do, you’ll find him not to be so bad. Yeah, he can be a dick and maybe an asshole as well, but guess what? Underneath it all, he might just be a bit of a pussy. Okay but seriously, this guy has experienced hardship like it was nobody’s business(and he’ll constantly say it’s not their business). Death and disappointment has been his last year, so you’ll forgive him for being a certain way. If you get past what he puts on the surface, you might find he’s loyal like a dog. Or there might be something else waiting for you. No spoilers, but just know that he’s like the transformers: there’s more than meets the eye.

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"People say I have a bad reputation. I think I’ve got the best reputation in the building." - Kanye West

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║ My Dreams ║

Benji doesn’t have a lot of hopes and dreams, for he’s not exactly into a lot of things that would motivate him to do much of anything; though, he would like to get the hell out of Wentworth and maybe see more than the same streets and same people. Like, maybe a fresh start? Yeah, that sounds nice. That’s exactly what I need.

║ Fears ║

• Staying in Wentworth.
• Having to talk about his feelings.

║ Likes ║

• Smoking
• Partying(and what happens at said parties)
• Alcohol
• Loud and heavy music
• Certain nerdy things(tell anyone and you’re dead)
• Most food
• hitting people/getting into fights
• Certain arts.

║ Dislikes ║

• Talking about the serious matters
• Spoiled brats
• Snitches/rats
• Those who brag
• Prep rallies

║ Brief History ║

Troublesome. Tribulation. Tragedy.

There comes a point and time where one just has to not care about what others think about you, especially after you suffer a massive tragedy in your family. This is exactly what drove Benji to be the way he is. Coming from a family that is well-liked, he might've not always been how he is right now. He has a father, a mother, two brothers, and a sister. His parents were originally born in London, England, as were his older brothers Sylvester and Wesley. His sister Cassandra and him were born in Denver, so they didn’t get the British accents, though there is a certain regal tone to Cassie. Benji didn’t, sadly(for them, but not for him).

Benji doesn’t live a really lavish life. Some would even say he’s dirt poor. Well, this is because he lives only with his older brother Wesley and Cassandra. The three of them have lived in Wentworth for most of their lives, but it’s been the three of them for about a year, because that’s when their oldest brother got into a major car accident and had since been in a coma. And that caused a rift between their parents. Their father took his own life and their mother moved in with her parents back in London. Wesley opted to care for his younger siblings. It was the only thing he could do. But, let’s just say that Benji took it hard. Not that he talked about it because he closed up since then. One does have to wonder if the old, semi-social Benji lurks somewhere.

In any case, ever since last year, benji’s personality had shifted for the worst. He became distant, garnered a reputation of not exactly being the nicest person. Misunderstood or simply not giving any fucks, Benjamin Cross turned a new leaf.

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║ Extra Curricular Activities & Sports ║

Contact sports(football, wrestling, etc.)

║ Reputation ║

Some call him a player. Some call him damaged goods, but let’s just call him what he really is: bad to the bone.

║ Best subjects, Worst subjects ║

Creative Writing, woodshop, P.E.; Everything else

║ Extra information ║

>>Family<<
Simon Thomas Cross | Father | 55 | Former Businessman | Face Claim: Colin Firth _{deceased(suicide)}
Yvvone Lena Cross(nee-Blanc) | Mother | 45 | Senator’s Daughter/Run's her father's website | Face Claim: Rose Byrne _{Moved back with parents}
Elias Frank Cross | Older Brother(Died at 26) | 24 | Face Claim: Justin Chatwin_{deceased(car accident)}
Wesley Alistair Cross | Older Brother(22) | Works at the Lumber Mill | FC: Ben Barnes
Cassandra Lenore Cross | Older Sister | 19 | Face Claim: Emily Browning