Althiel

Re: Zero: The High Council

Location: Center Road, The Golden Quarter, Priestella

Interactions:
Aerith @Crusader Lord
Chieko @Rune_Alchemist
Hiro @Ryofu
Vasilis Achillos & Fritzi @BrokenPromise

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It had been a fairly short and quiet ride, with Vasilis breaking the ice and discussing, albeit poorly, how magic is possible along with his love for explosions. Strange they were for not having any inkling on what land they stepped on, and perceiving magic as a picturesque concept when it is in fact, a common concept. And the aura they emitted was certainly not something to brush off easily, despite their genuine innocence and sheepishness.

Finally arriving at the bustling merchant district, Irene took off the carriage first, accompanied by Vasilis. She had paid the coachman with a few coins and waved them goodbye. Not even a minute has passed, and the group was greeted by the same demi-human that they encountered back at the Basin, divulging her identity as Fritzi, a merchant in this town of commerce. Figures. As Hiro began negotiating with the wolf girl, Irene approached the two girls gawking at the variety of clothing that the emporium offered.

"Pick yourselves a nice wear, hm~? I highly advise you consider subtlety when deciding on your clothing, though." She gave Aerith a small, though loaded, bag of coins. The weight of the pouch gave her the notion that it was most likely sufficient to cover for the three of them. A cheerful paint on her countenance, she continued. "I won't take no for an answer. Consider it a gift from a friend and just take it~!"

A Shipping Thread

I ship myself and diligence.

She and I, we never see eye-to-eye. But I most certainly need her in my life.

Lest I'd end up like a jobless, slobby ass NEET who memes on Discord all day.

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

Dropping from the roleplay since the muse died from these cringey ass puns. I'm Althiel's brother, Peter Andreas Thiel. Have a nice one you guys.

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

Having a harem was a bad idea. Can I retract?

Re: Zero: The High Council

Location: Quiet Slums, Suttlings Basin, Priestella -> Outside Suttlings Basin, Main Road, Priestella

Interactions:
Aerith @Crusader Lord
Chieko @Rune_Alchemist
Hiro @Ryofu
Vasilis Achillos & discount Holo the Wise @BrokenPromise

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Hiro, Chieko and Aerith. Their outlandish names truly harmonized with their unorthodox getup. Briefly reckoning which kingdom they hailed from, Irene's thoughts were interjected by a woman's voice, echoing from the nearby window. A wolf girl demi-human, with a playful, mischievous air. Though as soon as she appeared, she had already parted from them, leaving only the minor proposal of vacating the area immediately. "Hm... Let us be off then." She pondered once more on where they should go, heading rearward.

After a brief bit of travel, the group have arrived at the main road. In contrast to the gloomy, tenebrous atmosphere that was the Suttlings Basin, people were out and about here with their business, various Earth Dragon carriages passing by left-to-right and vice-versa. Turning to her partner, Irene adjured. "Vasilis, fetch us a ride to the Golden Quarter."

With nary a word yet a smile, the knight began waving his hand to draw the attention of an Earth Dragon carriage towards them, his booming voice prevalent. A sigh escaping her lips, she spoke with the outlanders as they waited.

"This may seem impudent of me, but your choice of clothing.. erm, stand out.. for lack of a better word." Irene articulated, a mix of affability and pensiveness in her tone; akin to a friend giving advice. "You may not have realized, but outside this area, Priestella's forces are stationed on key districts, and with heavy circumspect. It is imperative that we find you an apt change of attire promptly to avoid unnecessary suspicion."

It wasn't long until a rather homespun Earth Dragon-drawn carriage stopped by in front of them. With how rudimentary their ride appeared however, they most certainly made up for it with accommodating kindness. The dragon itself was less a means of conveyance and more a pet. "Don't worry, she don't bite." The friendly coachman said, and indeed the dragon let herself be pet by Irene, nuzzling her hand. "Ahahaha~! Who's a good girl? You wanna try petting her, miss Chieko?"

A warm, brief respite like this after the recent peril they underwent was very welcome, and so she spared a minute or two for them to recover their musings.

"So, where to, fellas?" The coachman inquired. "The Golden Quarter, pops. A'ight then, laaaadies first!" Vasilis gestured with a gentlemanly bow. As he assisted the other two, Irene spoke to Hiro. "This way, we wouldn't have to proceed on foot and avoid risky encounters. Catch my drift?" With a smile, Irene closed her parasol and proceeded to climb on the back of the carriage.

Althiel's Unoriginal Creations

Hanamura Watanuki

_{[reference - Yukine from Noragami]}

"I've always preferred being alone, since I'm not really good with people. But I guess... this ain't so bad."

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Name

Hanamura, Watanuki

Age

16

Gender

Male

Orientation

Heterosexual

Occupation

Junior High School Student

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Physical Description

Watanuki is a youthful teenager befitting his age, often identified by his unkempt, blonde hair, partially covered by a knit cap, amber-colored eyes and a plain, white hoodie. He has an average height of 164 cm and a willowy build to complement it, owing to his habitual strolling around the city.

Hobbies

Often lost in thought, Watanuki indulges himself by taking long walks around the city, his earphones intact. He loves to listen to music, a mixture of jazz, rock, and J-Pop in particular. Like most teens his age, Watanuki enjoys his fair share of anime and manga, particularly of the romance genres.

Personality

• Shiftless
• Unmotivated
• Morose
• Bashful
• Jerk with a heart of gold

Likes

• Feminine vocals
• Anime & Manga
• Music
• Solitude
• Long walks

Dislikes

• Exertion
• Parties
• Thinking about the future

Althiel's "High-Quality and Consistent" IC Posts

"So you were here." The faint sound of her voice, all too familiar to him even under the sound of raindrops. Turning around to face the source, he spoke calmly.

"What a sight for sore eyes. To think that you'd be the one to corner me... Bedivere."

"Surely, you jest. Only you and I know of this secret grove, discovered by chance. Not even the Grand Mage has eyes of this place. I was almost certain that you would try to hide here now that the knights are on high alert... and my intuition was right."

"Well done." A monotonous response from the spearman resulted in a moment of silene as the sound of rain persisted. The young maiden, clad in armor and weapon, was clearly disheartened by his actions; the man could see it in her pallid orbs. She put out her toughest front, firm in her decision to confront him, as a knight who pledged for the safety of their kingdom, regardless of personal affairs.

"The act of treason against Plim is reprehensible, Sir Lamorak. Aiding in the unshackling of the Witch of Wrath, along with compromising our foothold against the enemy. An explanation for such is in order, as your former comrade-in-arms.

"Do I even need a reason? Hmmm, if I had to think of one, maybe... it was because it didn't work out for me here?" The disgraced knight gave a half-assed reply to her inquiry, pinning himself guilty as charged.

"You swore an oath you couldn't keep in the first place...?" Bedivere's voice remained calm, though her facial expression betrayed her evident tranquil fury.

"And what of it? In the end, oaths are nothing but words uttered from one's lips. Let this be my last lesson to you. Casting doubt on everyone you know, no matter how close, would be a wise decision. You are a fool who easily fell victim to lies guised under virtue. Like mine."

"..." The redhead drew silence yet glared at the traitor, his lack of dignity and loyalty clear. Bedivere was unable to comprehend that the man before him wasn't the same Lamorak that she held dear. However, she maintained her composure with closed eyes and a deep exhale. The mole was adamant in his decision to make her and the entirety of Plim his enemy. No amount of dialogue would bring him back to their side, nor express his guilt. At this point, they know what followed suit.

"So I take it you won't surrender in peace...?" Bedivere coldly inquired, placing her hand on the hilt of the sheathed blade on her waist. Lamorak, in return, answered her motion by spinning and twirling his favored polearm; his gaze focused on the female knight who he once shared memories with.

"That need not be given an answer, don't you think? Even if I explained my actions, what's done is done. This is how it should be." At that exact moment, as if their timing were flawlessly in tandem, she drew out her royal saber and raised front, assuming her elegant posture while the spearman readied himself, his own distinguished stance and his spear facing forward.

"Just this once... show me that you've retained at least some level of chivalry as a knight, my old friend?"

"... No promises."

"EN GUARDE!"
"EN GUARDE!"

They howled in unison.

Post a random fact about yourself.

iCarly and Drake and Josh were some of my favorites.

Post a random fact about yourself.

Stock laughter sound effects never fails to make me laugh. Even if the context of the event that triggers the stock laughter is unclear to me.

Tell them how they die

Getting roasted alive after a CaH game session.