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I don't really know what to put here, so I'll just give a brief overview about me. I'm Atlas. I'm a little bit over eighteen, and I like reading books. I'm on PST time. I'm pretty open to different types of RP, I just don't like too much romance.
Undertale & Deltarune (And a bunch of AUs), Hunger Games, Jujutsu Kaisen, The Legend of Zelda, Demon Slayer Solo Leveling, Dragonball, Ultrakill, One Punch Man, Chainsaw Man, Pokémon, Mob Psycho 100, Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus (Including Magnus Chase and Kane Chronicles), Fate/Stay Night (Unlimited Blade Works and the three movies), Minecraft, EPIC the Musical, Sword Art Online, Infinite Dendrogram, Spy x Family, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, and probably some more.
This is pretty confusing, so I'll share my Spotify. I listen to a lot more on YouTube tho.
That's all I'm going to put here for now, more later!
The battle had become a blur long before the ships started burning.
Eryx moved with the rest of the retreat, half-guided by barked orders, half by some primal instinct that whispered at him to survive. Every muscle in his light frame screamed for rest he couldn't afford. Around him, his squad staggered like a wounded animal—too slow, too heavy to outrun the jaws closing in from both sides.
The golden light caught his eye, cutting through smoke and ash. He stopped for half a second, slack-jawed, as it split demons apart like paper. Awe cracked something open in his chest. For a heartbeat—a stupid, reckless heartbeat—Eryx let himself believe. Maybe, somehow, they could—
Then the world rotted.
It wasn’t smell. It wasn’t sound. It was the feel of it. Thick, suffocating, sinking into his skin and bones. His fingers twitched toward the spear in his hands, but it felt so small now. So useless.
As the Demon King roared out, Eryx flinched. His breath caught. Eryx tried to focus on anything other than that presence. He remembered the hope he felt just moments before, and began to run toward the source of that hope.
Eryx ran like his life depended on it. Like other lives might. His spear punched through anything in his path—goblins, lizardkin, wulvers. One dropped from the sky with a screech, wings folding in a dive. He threw his spear on reflex. The spear flew wide—of course it did. He wasn’t even aiming. Consequently, he was slammed onto his back.
For a moment, all he saw was blood and teeth.
His instinct took over. He braced with his forearm, shoved the beast off him, and rolled away just as another soldier lunged in to finish it off. Eryx didn’t look back.
He ripped a spear from the hands of a man long dead. He didn’t check the face. Didn’t want to. Just pick it up. Don't think about who it belonged to. The weapon was heavier than he liked. Rougher, splintered near the middle.
Didn’t matter.
He had to move.
Ahead, the ships burned. Ahead stood his patriarch. Ahead stood his final hope. But it all froze when he saw a chance—an opportunity.
Sorry for not posting yet. I ended up with multiple family visits and an ear infection, so I have either been too busy or sick. I'll try to post by wednesday.
His build is slightly above average. He has blue eyes instead of gold and purple eyes. His outfit is different to fit the time period, but it's the same color palette.
Born into a sea of siblings, he was neither the heir nor the prodigy, nor the troublemaker worth scolding. Any ordinary child might have buckled under the loneliness, the isolation. But Eryx wasn’t ordinary. He twisted that neglect into a license to drift through life without consequence. If no one expected anything from him, then there was no need to try. No risk of failure. No pain of disappointment.
Home was a quiet place for him—not because it lacked noise, but because he chose not to be part of it. He spent his days watching. Watching the servants go about their duties. Watching his siblings train, argue, cry, be praised or punished. He never envied them. He never pitied them either. They were players on a stage he had no interest in joining. As long as he kept his silence and stayed out of sight, no one demanded anything of him. And that, to Eryx, was enough.
At the Collegem Yllustre, he was just as invisible. He made a few friends, some cousins whom he offered companionship, but he kept to himself otherwise. When others were harassed or picked on, he remained on the sidelines. To intervene would be to risk failure, something he had grown to avoid. He spoke freely with those few he trusted, but around everyone else, he kept silent.
He picked up the spear—not out of passion or strategy, but out of convenience. Too dangerous to wield a sword. Too precise to master a bow. A spear was simple. Especially the light ones, which didn’t strain his arms or demand real endurance. He studied magic when spear fighting required too much, hoping it would be easier. It wasn’t. If anything, higher-level casting required even more discipline than spearwork. So he circled back to the spear, the least demanding of all his choices.
He never graduated. He never awakened an Aura. He never distinguished himself in any way. War broke out, and he fought as a faceless footsoldier. He told himself he didn’t care. That he didn’t need status or praise. But on the front lines, something changed. People gravitated towards him.
Unlike the Collegem, the battlefield didn’t care about bloodlines or family politics. The soldiers beside him were raw and real—laughing over stolen rations one day, sobbing over their dead the next. Eryx found a camaraderie he’d never experienced before. It broke something in him. Softened him. And then it hardened him, again and again, every time another friend fell.
Each death left behind a mission, a final wish. And he accepted them all.
He told himself he would fulfill them. Not out of pride, but desperation. He had to prove that he mattered. That he could do something. That he could carve a legacy from his previous apathy.
But for every friend he buried, three more fell. He began to ask himself why he was surviving.He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the smartest. He wasn’t brave. He survived by striking once, then vanishing.
He threw himself into battle, driven not by honor, but by guilt. Self-hatred was his only fuel. He fought harder. He trained belatedly, feverishly, and pointlessly. He was a man chasing redemption he didn't deserve.
He made more friends. He made more promises. And he watched them all die.
In the end, his final act was the only one that ever came from real effort.
He died trying to save someone.
And he failed.
The Shield Spell flickered and shattered. The spear was too slow. All his broken promises, all his wasted years, all his could-have-beens collapsed into that one moment.
Regret was the only emotion he could find as the world faded to black.
Until he woke up.
Equipment
A light-weight, golden spear
Simple leather armor
Abilities
Physical Strength: 2nd Rate
Aura: 2nd Rate
Magic: 2nd Circle
Shield Spell - Creates a visible barrier in front of the user, blocking a single attack.
Minor Illusion - Allows the user to create a simple noise, or a simple still picture. The origin can be anywhere within thirty feet.
@MooiEen If the parentage stuff is correct, then Eryx and Lucille are siblings. Would she act any differently towards Eryx?
@Zeroth I don't really have an idea for the NPC he tries to save, but they don't need much story depth. I intended for him to try to save a random person from the beginning, so I'm fine with any random NPC.
This should be my final touch-up. I added some of his relationships to his backstory, swapped out the light spell for something a little more crafty, and changed his theme.
His build is slightly above average. He has blue eyes instead of gold and purple eyes. His outfit is different to fit the time period, but it's the same color palette.
Born into a sea of siblings, he was neither the heir nor the prodigy, nor the troublemaker worth scolding. Any ordinary child might have buckled under the loneliness, the isolation. But Eryx wasn’t ordinary. He twisted that neglect into a license to drift through life without consequence. If no one expected anything from him, then there was no need to try. No risk of failure. No pain of disappointment.
Home was a quiet place for him—not because it lacked noise, but because he chose not to be part of it. He spent his days watching. Watching the servants go about their duties. Watching his siblings train, argue, cry, be praised or punished. He never envied them. He never pitied them either. They were players on a stage he had no interest in joining. As long as he kept his silence and stayed out of sight, no one demanded anything of him. And that, to Eryx, was enough.
At the Collegem Yllustre, he was just as invisible. He made a few friends, some cousins whom he offered companionship, but he kept to himself otherwise. When others were harassed or picked on, he remained on the sidelines. To intervene would be to risk failure, something he had grown to avoid. He spoke freely with those few he trusted, but around everyone else, he kept silent.
He picked up the spear—not out of passion or strategy, but out of convenience. Too dangerous to wield a sword. Too precise to master a bow. A spear was simple. Especially the light ones, which didn’t strain his arms or demand real endurance. He studied magic when spear fighting required too much, hoping it would be easier. It wasn’t. If anything, higher-level casting required even more discipline than spearwork. So he circled back to the spear, the least demanding of all his choices.
He never graduated. He never awakened an Aura. He never distinguished himself in any way. War broke out, and he fought as a faceless footsoldier. He told himself he didn’t care. That he didn’t need status or praise. But on the front lines, something changed. People gravitated towards him.
Unlike the Collegem, the battlefield didn’t care about bloodlines or family politics. The soldiers beside him were raw and real—laughing over stolen rations one day, sobbing over their dead the next. Eryx found a camaraderie he’d never experienced before. It broke something in him. Softened him. And then it hardened him, again and again, every time another friend fell.
Each death left behind a mission, a final wish. And he accepted them all.
He told himself he would fulfill them. Not out of pride, but desperation. He had to prove that he mattered. That he could do something. That he could carve a legacy from his previous apathy.
But for every friend he buried, three more fell. He began to ask himself why he was surviving.He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the smartest. He wasn’t brave. He survived by striking once, then vanishing.
He threw himself into battle, driven not by honor, but by guilt. Self-hatred was his only fuel. He fought harder. He trained belatedly, feverishly, and pointlessly. He was a man chasing redemption he didn't deserve.
He made more friends. He made more promises. And he watched them all die.
In the end, his final act was the only one that ever came from real effort.
He died trying to save someone.
And he failed.
The Shield Spell flickered and shattered. The spear was too slow. All his broken promises, all his wasted years, all his could-have-beens collapsed into that one moment.
Regret was the only emotion he could find as the world faded to black.
Until he woke up.
Biggest failure: Allowing his comrades to die, when he could've saved them if he just trained harder.
Biggest regret: Living his life by following the wishes of the dead, instead of following his own ideals.
Biggest obstacle: His lack of motivation.
Greatest achievement: Every battle where he survived was an achievement. Even if his comrades died, he was alive. And that was a triumph in its own right. He didn't view it that way though.
Driving hope: Fulfilling the wishes of his dead comrades.
Equipment
A light-weight, golden spear
Simple leather armor
Abilities
Physical Strength: 2nd Rate
Aura: 2nd Rate
Magic: 2nd Circle
Shield Spell - Creates a visible barrier in front of the user, blocking a single attack.
Minor Illusion - Allows the user to create any noise, or a still picture. The origin can be anywhere within thirty feet.
@Atlas946 Mhm, unsure if he would befriend Ophelia once he got to know her enough from reading his profile. She would have 100% dragged him to training and would repeatedly attempt to get him to set higher expectations for himself. Well, supposing she was able enough.
But if thats fine, then sure.
I anticipated something like that. He would "train", but he would do the bare minimum. That's why his strength is 2nd rate and not 3rd rate. And I should probably add this: He's stubborn as hell.
I revised Eryx's backstory a bit, but I'm still stumped about his parentage. I'm going to put my suggestions to his relations.
He looks like this in build, but some features are a bit different. He has blue eyes instead of gold and purple eyes. His outfit is different to fit the time period, but it's the same color palette.
Born into a sea of siblings, he was neither the heir nor the prodigy, nor the troublemaker worth scolding. Any ordinary child might have buckled under the loneliness, the isolation. But Eryx wasn’t ordinary. He twisted that neglect into a license to drift through life without consequence. If no one expected anything from him, then there was no need to try. No risk of failure. No pain of disappointment.
He made very few friends in the Collegem Yllustre, still remaining unseen. However, he trusted the few friends he made with his life.
He picked up the spear—not out of passion or strategy, but out of convenience. Too dangerous to wield a sword. Too precise to master a bow. A spear was simple. Especially the light ones, which didn’t strain his arms or demand real endurance. He studied magic when spear fighting required too much, hoping it would be easier. It wasn’t. If anything, higher-level casting required even more discipline than spearwork. So he circled back to the spear, the least demanding of all his choices.
He never graduated. He never awakened an Aura. He never distinguished himself in any way. War broke out, and he fought as a faceless footsoldier. He told himself he didn’t care. That he didn’t need status or praise. But on the front lines, something changed. People gravitated towards him.
Unlike the Collegem, the battlefield didn’t care about bloodlines or family politics. The soldiers beside him were raw and real—laughing over stolen rations one day, sobbing over their dead the next. Eryx found a camaraderie he’d never experienced before. It broke something in him. Softened him. And then it hardened him, again and again, every time another friend fell.
Each death left behind a mission, a final wish. And he accepted them all.
He told himself he would fulfill them. Every single one. Not out of pride, but desperation. He had to prove that he mattered. That he could do something. That he could carve a legacy from his previous apathy.
But for every friend he buried, three more fell. He began to ask himself why he was surviving. He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the smartest. He wasn’t brave. He fought like a coward—striking once, then fleeing.
He threw himself into battle, driven not by honor, but by guilt. Self-hatred was his only fuel. He fought harder. He trained belatedly, feverishly, and pointlessly. He was a man chasing redemption he didn't deserve.
He made more friends. He made more promises. And he watched them all die.
In the end, his final act was the only one that ever came from real effort.
He died trying to save someone.
And he failed.
The Shield Spell flickered and shattered. The spear was too slow. All his broken promises, all his wasted years, all his could-have-beens collapsed into that one moment.
Regret was the only emotion he could find as the world faded to black.
Until he woke up.
Biggest failure: Allowing his comrades to die, when he could've saved them if he just trained harder.
Biggest regret: Living his life by following the wishes of the dead, instead of following his own ideals.
Biggest obstacle: His lack of motivation.
Greatest achievement: Every battle where he survived was an achievement. Even if his comrades died, he was alive. And that was a triumph in its own right. He didn't view it that way though.
Driving hope: Fulfilling the wishes of his dead comrades.
Equipment
A light-weight, golden spear
Simple leather armor
Abilities
Physical Strength: 2nd Rate
Aura: 2nd Rate
Magic: 2nd Circle
Shield Spell - Creates a visible barrier in front of the user, blocking a single attack.
Light Spell- Creates a quick flash of light. This affects everybody in a ten foot radius, including him.
@Rune_Alchemist Eryx would definitely attempt to befriend Ophelia at the Collegem.
@ERode Since both Eryx and Ferrucio fought on the front lines, they could have fought together. They also could have been friends. @Teyao Eryx would also try to befriend Rowan, but would probably be bothered by the way he fights. Other than that, I can't think of much for their relations.
@SilverPaw Eryx would attempt to befriend Isana. I don't know if she would accept.
@Zeroth Eryx would connect with young Vincent, but slowly drift away as he develops.
@Silver Carrot@OwO I don't have any ideas for Sherry or Estelle. I doubt they would acknowledge Eryx though.
The slot of the last person he tries to save is open, if anybody wants it. If not, I'll just make an NPC. That's all I got. I'm not good at this stuff.
He looks like this in build, but some features are a bit different. He has blue eyes instead of gold and purple eyes. His outfit is different to fit the time period, but it's the same color palette.
Eryx had always been invisible. He had too many siblings to be acknowledged. Any normal child would have felt lonely, isolated, and depressed, but Eryx wasn't normal. He exploited it, using the fact that nobody acknowledged him to slack off and put low effort into everything. He grew lazy, and by the time he entered the Collegem Yllustre, it was too late to change.
He chose to wield a spear, but not because it was an effective weapon. It was less dangerous to use than a sword, and far easier to use than a bow. He wields the lightest spears he can find, since it's easy to wield things with low weight. He learned magic for his own self defense.
Foolishness.
He got out of the Collegem at 21, never awakening an Aura. He didn't need it. As war broke out, he fought as a footsoldier. He didn't need recognition as a knight. He made plenty of friends on the front lines, and watched as they all fell one by one. Each one left him a mission, and he accepted all of them. He promised to fulfill their wish.
Promises are made to be broken.
As the years moved on, Eryx became more and more determined. He would fulfill all of his comrade's wishes. He would make good on all of those promises. He would do one thing in his lifetime that was worth mentioning. He made more friends, he watched more die. He began to question why he was surviving. He wasn't super skilled, and he didn't have as much motivation as others. He narrowed it down to his magic. If he could use his Shield Spell to protect his friends, maybe things could change.
False hope.
On the day of his final battle, he cursed himself. He failed. All the promises he made, all of them were broken. He was a failure in every aspect of the word. He fought with more effort than he put into anything, all his self hatred fueling him. Ultimately, he died trying to protect another. He'd rather take death than make another promise to a fallen comrade.
Regret.
Biggest failure: Allowing his comrades to die, when he could've saved them if he just trained harder.
Biggest regret: Living his life by following the wishes of those around him, instead of following his own ideals.
Biggest obstacle: His lack of motivation.
Greatest achievement: Every battle where he survived was an achievement. Even if his comrades died, he was alive. And that was a triumph in its own right. He didn't view it that way though.
Driving hope: Fulfilling the wishes of his dead comrades.
Equipment
A light-weight, golden spear
Simple leather armor
Abilities
Physical Strength: 2nd Rate
Aura: 2nd Rate
Magic: 2nd Circle
Shield Spell - Creates a visible barrier in front of the user, blocking a single attack.
Light Spell- Creates a quick flash of light. This affects everybody in a ten foot radius, including him.
I don't really know what to put here, so I'll just give a brief overview about me. I'm Atlas. I'm a little bit over eighteen, and I like reading books. I'm on PST time. I'm pretty open to different types of RP, I just don't like too much romance.
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Undertale & Deltarune (And a bunch of AUs), Hunger Games, Jujutsu Kaisen, The Legend of Zelda, Demon Slayer Solo Leveling, Dragonball, Ultrakill, One Punch Man, Chainsaw Man, Pokémon, Mob Psycho 100, Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus (Including Magnus Chase and Kane Chronicles), Fate/Stay Night (Unlimited Blade Works and the three movies), Minecraft, EPIC the Musical, Sword Art Online, Infinite Dendrogram, Spy x Family, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, and probably some more.
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This is pretty confusing, so I'll share my [url=https://open.spotify.com/user/312fkssu3zyr724muqxt5h26yqti?si=9cf6bb07cdb046ae]Spotify[/url]. I listen to a lot more on YouTube tho.
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That's all I'm going to put here for now, more later!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I don't really know what to put here, so I'll just give a brief overview about me. I'm Atlas. I'm a little bit over eighteen, and I like reading books. I'm on PST time. I'm pretty open to different types of RP, I just don't like too much romance.<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Fandoms I like">Fandoms I like [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Undertale & Deltarune (And a bunch of AUs), Hunger Games, Jujutsu Kaisen, The Legend of Zelda, Demon Slayer Solo Leveling, Dragonball, Ultrakill, One Punch Man, Chainsaw Man, Pokémon, Mob Psycho 100, Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus (Including Magnus Chase and Kane Chronicles), Fate/Stay Night (Unlimited Blade Works and the three movies), Minecraft, EPIC the Musical, Sword Art Online, Infinite Dendrogram, Spy x Family, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, and probably some more.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Music I like">Music I like [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">This is pretty confusing, so I'll share my <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://open.spotify.com/user/312fkssu3zyr724muqxt5h26yqti?si=9cf6bb07cdb046ae">Spotify</a>. I listen to a lot more on YouTube tho.</div></div><br><br>That's all I'm going to put here for now, more later!</div>
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