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Royal Rumble!

Celestine Lightbringer

Celestine was rocked back and forth by Vittorio's righteous tentacle fury, however in his face the expression that was showing was disappointment. "I thought that mayhaps a brush with death would give you the wisdom you very much need, Vitto. I suppose I erred." He struggled, as he felt that each tentacle was now seizing a limb. And he was still clad in the nurse cosplay. "Instead you turn me into a mockery of a raunchy animated film. Braavo. I'd clap but you got me in a position I cannot." The elder girlish boy sighed, half in disappointment, half in defeat. It was hard to know which one was it.

"Well, I would give you a point, except yes, I know somewhat what it feels. Ex-Saint Laurel, remember. They stuffed me in a locker." He said, in a sad reminiscent tone. Truthful to an extent. "And I know that revenge is best served cold." He paused, his eyes looking at Galbrek. Well, he has a fair point. Maybe i could cause mayhem. But it's not what Mephisto told me. He pondered. "I did want to have tea and ponder this throught, but It seems that I am outvoted in that regard. Pain in the ass. Oh well, in for a penny." The boy smiled in a tired, sad voice.

But this isn't me, at all. Is it what I'd really say? No. There is something else. Those eyes... Celestine added, as he just seemed to lose all will to fight and struggle. "Just let me get a few supplies before leave, I don't have flashy powers. Oh and secure his real body, it's kind of... an important assigment, you know?"

Royal Rumble!

Celestine Lightbringer

"IV drip will be it then. Stubborn humorless guy." Celestine scoffed, as he rocked forwards and backwards in his chair, wondering what kind of trick he would need to pull to keep Vittorio focused and a little more aware of his own fragility. He sighed in resignation. That was when the fop of a junior student came in, strutting alongside a manservant of his. Celestine's eyes narrowed for a split second, as the fool began to address Vittorio in a casual manner and take oh-no-so-subtle potshots at his apparent lack of spotlight to flaunt some sort of superior status.

He wondered how much of that status would he be able to flaunt if Celestine decided to remove half of his teeth and facial features with red hot pliers. The kitchen was nearby, as his eyes drifted over to said place longingly, his ears being assaulted by the arrogance of one, and the brashness of the other. Puppeteer and puppet, maybe? Oh and the new guy wanted to pitch in his own vision, to lead him astray. He had a little charm, that had to admit, but his mind was calm and focused on whatever instructions he had been given. He would need to try a little harder than that.

"I'll get the kettle to make some tea, we do have visitors after all." Celestine finally spoke, in a halfway disinterested mood, as he limped along in his nurse cosplay to the kitchen to procure the necessary instruments quite proficiently. As the kettle was set to boil, Celestine then walked towards the gathering, going out of his way to accentuate his walk as he circled around the fop, the manservant, and the astral thing that was supposed to be Vittorio's will now. He then went past it, as he crawled into Vittorio's bed, looming over his real body.

"Thanks but no thanks, you see... I have some task at hand. And one that is of the utmost delicate." He tilted his head, as he began to trace Vittorio's chest with a finger. "Such a troublesome patient. And now you, whoever you are... agitating him even further." He paused. "And neither of you realize it, don't you? It would take very little." He paused. He had memorized the steady heartbeat of the unconscious body. He knew which phases of his heart would go. He knew when to strike. His palm clenched into a fist.

Thud

It wasn't much of a hit. Merely a simple hard punch. But one with dreary consequences. Vittorio's heart had flatlined. "One hit is all it takes... for life to be snuffed like a candle. Alas poor Vittorio... in such a state he won't even be able to enjoy...the tea." Celestine smirked, as he eyed both astral form and the newcomer.

"Nobody wants that to happen, doesn't it?" He paused, nonchalantly, as he sighed. " But where are my manners ,some people call me Lightbringer, others the Fallen One. I'm Celestine, nice to meet you, mister."

He smiled. "And I do think in my humble opinion, that we all should enjoy this little get together, and think on a cool head, mmkay? Bad decisions have costly mistakes." He added, as he hit Vittorio's chest a second time, restarting his heart after what it seemed an eternity. The kettle, as if an herald, whistled in anticipation. "Excellent. The tea will be ready soon." He said, tracing his steps towards the kitchen once more.

"So please... sit down. Rash fools end up dead, don't they say that a lot?" He added, a little too thick to dissimulate the faint vitriol in his words.

Royal Rumble!

Celestine Lightbringer

He looked at the scene before his eyes, as the murky room's stench made him crinkle his nose. He stood there, flawlessly still, as he ascertained the current situation. Deals with Mephisto...well, ended up usually like the ones from the tale. They had said they needed his skill for a project. While it was true that the situation could improve with his set of skills... babysitting was hardly a project.

He was by the bedhead, waiting for time that ticked slowly, like murky mud going down a slope. Really slowly. Filthy. Fitting description. The man before his eyes was Vittorio. An acquaintance of the past. A broken toy much as himself. But not too broken, that had been the instruction. As he was, Vittorio was yet another dagger on St Laurel student's throats. But even the sharpest of daggers would lose its edge due to overuse.

He cracked a smile, as he crept from behind the tired and taciturn fellow youngster, who seemed to have woken up from an excruciating dream. His phone began to play an eerie song upon command. He whispered, his mellow voice honeyed and soft.

"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" Celestine said, a wide grin in his pristine face, as he drew forth into Vittorio's field of vision. In a rather skimpy nurse outfit. It looked on him better than the doctor, that was for sure. "Vittorio."

"Welcome to the land of the living, yet again. A little more and I'd have to put you on IV drips." He paused. "I got some sausage for food, if you fancy. Or some kale. But I guess... kale is not that much of a filling, isn't it." He added, as he circled a chair nearby, and spinning it on its feet, sat backwards, his elbows leaning against the back of the chair.

Royal Rumble!

Lightbringer(DEAD)

Hider

Name:

Celestine Lightbringer aka "The Fallen One" or "Lightbringer."

Age:

18

Grade:

Already Graduated, so not applicable. Associated to Mephisto, with unclear role.

Biography:

Celestine was never a normal child. He grew up quicker than most, and no sooner had begun to talk, it didn't take much more to learn how to read. Some people suspect he started to read before he talked, but he has not dismissed not confirmed the rumour. His parents, seeing the mental acumen of the child, were overjoyed, and despite not being that much effluent, sent him to St Laurel's Academy of excellence. It was probably a little more than they could afford, but they didn't mind. Celestine was happy and he steamrolled through the lessons at the academy, becoming one of the top students of the class among many prodigies.

And then, hell was set upon him. For no matter how virtuous a school is, there is always darker shades on them. Every school has its share of bullying, and Celestine was a prime target. He didn't hit puberty as he should have like the rest of the people. He was excessively effeminate. A fact he was remembered upon by his bullies constantly. He cracked under the pressure, and his grades plummetted. His bullies grew bolder. Up until the day they forced him to wear clothes and tied him in the girl's dressing room. The bullies were arrested, the scandal silenced, and Celestine's family compensated, but the wounds in his soul remained. Celestine became jaded, cynical and cruel, and from that point on, he shut down his heart and did away with his upstanding morality.

Still, dropping out of School was not an option, and there were not many palatable choices after being a dropout of St Louis. This is when
a man called Mephisto made him an offer that he couldn't refuse. He would get his grades and diploma with just a few tests, no questions asked. He would warn him that he would recall the favour at any time, though. Celestine accepted the shade deal - who wouldn't in his case, and entered university at the tender age of 15. He became a doctor in record time, thanks to her mental acuity, and was a full fledged graduate by age 18. University also mended some of his wounds and boosted his ego. People were much more understanding of his appearance, and some of his fellow colleagues dared him in a drunken bet to cross-dress once again to master his fears. He didn't look half bad in girl clothes, he concluded. Probably better than boy ones.

And then... Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined rang. There was some sort of project he could use some help with. When Celestine heard what it was about, he laughed with glee.

Finally a chance for payback.

Update:After participating in several scrapes with Vigilantes involvement, Celestine has developed a new power which allows him to finally become trascend the boundaries of his flesh, and show everyone how graceful his new form is.

Powers:

• Core Power: Eidetic Memory Celestine has the ability of perfect recall. He remembers everything he has ever seen, read, heard or witnessed without any need of memorization. This endows him with superb mental acumen and a disturbingly fast ability to learn new things quickly.
• 1st Power-Mimicry:Lightbringer only needs to see a manual skill once to perfectly replicate it. This means that fighting moves and techniques will be stolen rather quickly. He can't obviously, steal the superhuman or otherworldly abilities of other fighters, but this also allows him to develop counters quicker than anyone else when exposed to new attacks.
• 2nd-Power-Sense of Whole: By drawing on his knowledge and inner control techniques, Celestine can even control the bodyparts a human cannot usually control, endowing him with abilities that stretch the superhuman, such as heightened senses and reflexes, the ability to shunt the bloodflow on wounds, redirect the oxygen on his body, purge his brain of any kind of control and interference and hold his farts in public.
• 3rd-Power-Laplace's demon: Celestine achieves a state of higher thought where all paths and possibilities are present before him. He thus can tailor his actions to give him the most favourable outcome. This kind of prescience is limited to only what information his senses can give, and attacks outside his perception might get through. He can only see a few seconds in the future, and using this ability taxes him greatly and can put him in danger of dying, but is strong to defeat superhuman reflexes, luck affecting skills and even other kinds of clairvoyance. Practically no one knows about this ability.
• 4th-Power-Perfect body: Cel gains a body that is not marred by defect or weakness, a body in his peak condition so to speak. A body that does not even age. This new body can sustain his third power much longer. He can also alter the body features (hair, build, eye color, height and weight) however he wishes (like minor shapeshifting). He can change genders even. However transformations require a night minimum to take place, and several meals worth of calories at once. He also can't fully use the new modified body to its fullest until several days pass, depending on how radical is the transformation.

Relationships:

• Clara Deimos Erdrigan:" The boss' little daughter. I remain cooperative with her plans and supportive of her schemes, but my true boss lies elsewhere."
• Bak Tsarevna: "Somehow, it seems like this kind of pitiful broken tank girl has reached deep inside me. I am not ashamed to admit I am fond of her."
• Yuuto Kūgekino:"One of my coworkers. He probably works under the same boss. I would care to know more if he did not speak in fortune cookie riddles."
• Gilliam DeWitt:"That flesh eating amoeba is surprisingly resourceful for the stock it comes from. It's no secret we don't like it eachother, but we tend to keep it to minor rivalries. Like me, he is a gentleman."
• Rurik Alexeev:"He is no longer a wet noodle, he can wreck some serious shit when he is wound up. Problem is winding him up. Would still have a go at his girlfriend."
• Christine Abigail:" The aforementioned girlfriend. Happy. Carefree. Would still climb her snowy peaks."
• Galbrek:"The only reason you breathe is because your dad has money."
• Vittorio:"I hope Bak stops his suicide tendences. I mean that kind of thing is a better show than his pointless dive into revenge."
• Vernon:"Jury's out whether i should punch him in the face for being such a prick, or laugh his deliciously sociopathic antics with him. Haven't seen him around though."
• Thobias:"He is rich, entitled and has a nice a power. And he knows every bit of that, and likes to remind people to do so. Still his parties are the best."
• Luigi Vile:"Curt, professional, with a burning passion to maim murder and destroy, and build things to burn, maim and destroy. He's a permanent fixture in my cellphone."
• Kanzael:"He's one of the teachers, and I am in a strictly professional relationship with him."
• Alto Ganze and the gaggle of St Laurel's snobs: "I wouldn't touch them with a 20 feet pole if it couldn't be helped, but since it can't be helped, i'll take extra glee in making things difficult for them like the two-faced hypocrites they are."
  
  • Katherine Abigail: "Fiery uptight version of Christine. Would also smash."
  • Meredith Blackgate: "That monster-tits alternates between pissing me off and making me pity her. She has had a complicated childhood, but she is SO clingy and dense."
  • William Ascott:"Thinks he's some kind of heroic mastermind or something. That's so cute. And annoying. More annoying than cute really. What does Vernon see in him?"
• King and cronies: "How many comics did they read? Annoying. Really annoying. The leader seems to have some strength to back up his drivel, which is highly annoying."
  
  • Andras:"Cute. I enjoyed teasing her. But of course a wee little lamb can only go so far when faced with someone like me."
  • Wolf:"The nerd and I have crossed paths more than once. He's surprisingly powerful for being Vera's newest prey. It must be because his powers seem to stem from deep negative emotions or something"
  • Vera Goh:"Sweet first girlfriend and my teacher in the ways of cruelty in the world. She would be proud of how far have i gone. Actually no, she would be horrified. Excellent."
  • Naseraph:"It's a birdman. He likes to fight. Probably sociopathic. Would either befriend or dissect."
  • Ria Kohler:"We're still on speaking terms even if she's st Laurels. It helps she is a bit of a blunt sour person."
• Diana Graeca: "My most beloved girlfriend. So much that we still hang out to reminisce. She is intelligent, resourceful, and had a similar ordeals whether it came to events or her own body. Plus she is cute when flustered."

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Big gal V3

Pre Ordeal

Post Ordeal(Current)

Name:

Meredith Blackgate

Age:

16

Grade:

St Laurel's 1st Year.

Biography:

Meredith was born as a half-demon sacrifice in order to achieve a grand plan of opening a big portal to Hell. It didn't work. Mommy was a nasty succubus who had tricked father into having a fling with her, and raised Meredith as cattle. She did not even have a name back then. But there was one big flaw on the entire plan. Father was to be a man of powerful attributes, and when he caught wind of what was happening, he foiled the demon's plans and rescued the until then unknown and unwanted child.

While initially Meredith was as vicious and as bitter as a wild animal, the care and presence of other humans and having a loving father substantially mellowed her out. Also the fact that her otherwise demonic woman had been tamed by his father into becoming an actual mother did help a lot. No longer she was a snarling little half-demon, but became a rather gentle and happy-go-lucky soul who was always eager to share her things and make new friends. (Probably because of fear of being a lone half-demon again). Her half demonic inheritage also meant that her skill as power user was great, and his father, a known hero of several victories against demons, enrolled her in St. Laurel's, since it was the place where she would reach the most of her potential.

Since then, she has tried her best to help her fellow students, even if sometimes feels like her powers might outstay her welcome in the institution... She is extremely fond of food, and a hearty eater. She eats for five people, allegedly.

Powers:

Core Power:Demonic Heart: Meredith houses a particularly powerful demonic magic within herself. She has an unusual amount of raw demonic power for a half-demon or a demon, and she is able to shoot it in raw magic blasts or dissipate projectiles with counter blasts (both uses are extremely inefficient). The demonic energies also imbue her body and make her pretty strong, fast and durable, able to survive and heal wounds that don't affect her brain or heart.

• 1st Power- Shape of the Damned: Meredith can manifest her demonic traits, such as horns, claws, wings and a rather wiggly tail. It also enables her to fly quite proficiently (but it is quite ridiculous with all the bouncing). Also scratching people like a cat when she is angry
• 2nd Power-Demonic Glyphs: The ill gained art of her own mother, she knows how to employ demonic runes proficiently. To maximize the effect, they have to be drawn in blood, preferably that of a half-demon or a maiden. Given she is both (for now) a demon, she often uses her own blood. These runes have a variety of effects such as burning black flames, sleep-induction, summoning small dog-sized imps, or more importantly, enchanting places or weapons and healing and purifying aswell.
• 3rd Power-Empress of the Night.Being a powerful half-succubus, she can enter people's dreams and keep them in an asleep state while she can control the dream with nigh-godlike powers based in the character's worst fears. The target must be asleep and she has to have intimate touch with them. Of course, targets are able to be woken up, albeit it is harder to do so than normal (but still causing physical pain to the victim will cancel out this power). This ability also plunders the lifeforce of a target while it is trapped, and empowers Meredith, just like the succubi of legend.
• 4th Power-Kiss of the Night: The quintessential succubus ability, manifested by Meredith as part of her demonic inheritage. Instead of putting a target to sleep, Meredith can plunder the lifeforce of a target by continuous intimate touch (a long drawn kiss is an example). The more contact involved, the faster the drain, and it usually takes a few seconds to kick in, which makes it difficult to perform on unwilling targets.

Relationships:

She likes everyone. She doesn't really judge. Except perhaps Galbrek.
Update: After alienating Wolf, she now tries to avoid his presence. She also shows some sympathy for the wayward Galbrek.

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Diana(v3)

Hider

Name:

Diana Graeca AKA " The Witch of Bones."

Age:

18

Grade:

Rhean Technical 3rd year. - A school for those with less financial support and that is flexible with temp jobs. Currently unaffiliated to any of the big three.

Biography:

Diana is but the latest descendant of an ancient bloodline, that predates the Great War, and whose arts are also from before the emergence of Blessings. Diana's family and tribe practised what was considered a dangerous and taboo endeavour. Black Magic users all of them, it was their rituals and spells who warped the rules of nature, god and men, that helped humans survive against the Ancient Evil onslaught. However, their situation quickly changed as the Gods decided to hand out Blessings, and from that point on they would also be shunned and more than often put in the same bag as demons due to their philosophy being sometimes in opposition to those of the Gods.

In modern times, there is few people who still practice these family arts. But Diana is one of them. At a young age she renounced to her blessing (it was a very useless one, as she could only talk to flies), and undergoing the ancient ritual passed down by her family, gaining the ability to use the dark arts by sacrificing something "dear" to her. (Diana is glad that this is the modern age as she can sacrifice her blessing as payment. Before such an era, one had to sacrifice a loved one to gain these powers). However, Black Magic usually doesn't give much in the paying of bills, so she had to constantly be on the move avoiding loan sharks alongside with her family.

She found a certain respite in Rhea, after joining a rather modest school with temporary job compatibility, she settled in the big city. Her parents were somewhat successful in getting odd jobs to make ends meet, such as telephone customer service and supermarket cashier. She herself settled for comic book store attendant, even though she is always threatening to quit because her boss always makes her cosplay in comic and anime dresses to boost up the sales.

Of course, for those who step in the vibrant world that is beyond what meets the eye... her powers are also for those who can afford her prices.

Powers:

• Core Power: Spark of Magic: If one has to determine what is a black mage compared to a human one needs to imagine a ladder. Humans are at the base, and at the top of the billion or so of steps, is a Divine presence. Mages have stepped up one or two steps, and they have an inherent spark in themselves which allow them to twist and bend the seams of natural order as long as they have proper procedures. However, Magic is not a toy, and often than more, trying to be too greedy or trying to approach much more intense sources of magic and divine power can cause severe backslash.
• 1st Power-Sorcery (Od): Sorcery is the use of one's own internal magical energy (od, another word for this kind of energy is Ki), to perform some pretty basic spells. Diana is adept at using the od to heal minor wounds, launch small blasts of energy, that hurt as much as a punch, and reinforce her body to resist some enemy attacks and not die at the first time someone kicks her hard. Od is also employed in a mage's favorite trick: Flight. Useful for getting away and launching overhead attacks.
• 2nd-Power- Necromancy: Necromancy is a foul art, but the materials for it are readily available. Everything in necromancy has to be paid in life. From the art of divinating using entrails, to raising corpses. The most basic spells of this art require a few drops of blood or small animals. A single pigeon can make a very basic zombie or skeleton automaton. The most powerful forms of this art can raise the dead back to life for a single day, however the price is equally steep. It requires an overnight ritual and a very specific flower, the Blood Lotus, that only grows in a remote mountain. Also, she can't cast it in the same person unless five years have passed. Similarly, this cruel ritual can be inverted, and with the same cost, Diana can drag a target into the underworld forcefully(although the effect is only a day as well.)
• 3rd Power- Ritual Magic: Ritual magic refers to the complex rituals and scriptures a mage has to use in order to manifest powers that otherwise their Od would not be able to. These usually involve painstakingly intricate circles, chants, and exotic components. Sure, Mages can rain blizzards and fireballs on top of people's enemies with the right catalysts, but such a bizarre display would flush out months of work and years of savings in pretty fireworks. For example, a fireball would require a desiccated salamander ritually sacrificed under a new moon and smoked in a 100 year old tree's wood, and making a Wall of Ice would require to carve a single block of pure ice made from a pristine spring, and then melt it with purifying salt. She is currently trying to learn solar magic, but given the catalyst of those is pure gold... her studies are slow and frustrating. It is possible for her to make lasting enchantments and curses, although the time and effort involved in those is proportional.
• 4th Power- Friend of Death:Diana has managed to contact a lesser deity known as Moira (a type of Grim Reaper) and struck some sort of arrangement with her(Said spirity really like raunchy comics and cute witches). She can contact the spirit for advice, allowing her to possess her (so that her manifestation goes unnoticed), and more importantly- for a fee, she can smuggle souls out of the underworld and put them back in their living bodies. However, this kind of true resurrection must be performed sparingly (lest other divine overseers of the cycle of Death realize it), and the body of the deceased must be mended in a state that can support life- or be recreated through other means (magic craft or cloning).

Relationships:

Whoever pays her prices. She maintains a friendly rivalry with Luigi, and She seems to be fond of Celestine. She also is wary of Meredith.

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Melanie 'Lost Soul' Hennar (v2)

(The picture doesn't do justice to her beatiful long legs, standing at a height of 6'5'')
Name: Melanie 'Lost Soul' Hennar

Age: 16

Grade: Vigilantes

Biography:
Melanie had, arguably, a traumatizing childhood. At least, that's what her parents would tell her, but she's always had her suspicions. So the story goes, at her birth, the devil, a devil, a demon, or something else, with nothing better to do, came into the church upon her baptism, and ripped her soul from her young body. Nobody is exactly sure as to why the soul was pulled out of her, but pulled it was. There were a lot of witnesses, apparently, which Melanie has never had the fortune to talk to in person. The entire tale reeks of something made up, as nearly all the little details in it are constantly changing from her parents, and so she doesn't put much faith in it. Not that she cares much if the story was true or not, as in the end, not having a soul, or whatever the demon supposedly took, doesn't seem to have any physical ill effects (her emotions and morality were obliterated), and quite frankly she's found some positives to the whole ordeal like her powers.

Her early life was, for the most part, spent in what many would consider bliss, or at least close to it, as close to it as one could get while not having a soul (Really the only negative to the story her parents told was the fact that they never stopped telling it and so everywhere she went, regardless of how nice it was, everyone eventually learned of her back story.) Which, when she was young, quickly led to fights, and then they'd all have to pack up and head somewhere else. This went on for some time before her parents got tired of moving (before Melanie did by the way) and decided to settle down at Rhea, because, they assumed, there were so many people there to share their story with, that the odds of Melanie making an enemy of the entire city were slim, if any. They also held hopes that she would be eventually drawn towards St. Laurel's. Plus, it was in this City were Melanie lost her soul in the first place, and if anywhere could help her get it back, then it was there.

However, it was at this point, when they took Melanie to visit the Church of the great theft, where their plans took an interesting turn of events. When she was about to start to turn the church upside down in search of her soul, she met that there was already a group of dwellers called Vigilantes who had made said church their headquarters. Deciding to pursue the search of her soul in the church would inevitably lead to a clash with said group and being outnumbered, she opted for parley. The group was not hostile and an agreement was struck. She would help the Vigilantes, and in return they would help get back her soul.

Powers
Core Power - Empty:As was stated from, above Melanie has no soul. None. In its place, Melanie is connected to her own inner world, a barren landscape existing outside of regular physics. Melanie argues that since the value of a soul cannot be measured, the space that is inside her is equally vast and thus infinite. In an attempt to fill her inner void, Melanie has gathered enough furnishings to have constructed a small castle with space and lodgings for a small score of people. Said castle also contains a myriad of objects considered art or beautiful... but that can't amount to the value of a soul, so they have minimal effect on giving her emotions. She also apparently has stocked an entire armory of military ordinance, which includes even anti-air and anti-tank weaponry, for no other reason than to preserve the valuables inside her.
Sub-power 1 Remodel:Melanie is capable of changing the conditions of the dimension she is connected to. She argues this is what was left of what others call "emotions". Presently, since she uses the space for occupation purposes she has changed the qualities to a low-moisture breathable atmosphere with a stable warm temperature. That can be changed to suit her needs. Useful in Christmas.
Sub-Power 2 Window: Melanie can create openings into her personal space, in a variety of shapes, that take the form of glowing white areas. There's no known limit to the size or shape she can make the openings. However, the main limit to this ability is that the floating portals need to be connected to her body somehow. She can produce them in every part of her body. Most notably, she cannot phase beings with a (sentient) soul inside her this way.
Sub-Power 3 Door:Melanie can phase herself out of this reality into her room, but only herself and whoever is holding hands with her (a chain of hands also works). Melanie and her visitors can stay inside this place until her supplies run out. Only Melanie can allow passage through this world. However, when Melanie enters, the Door she uses becomes "tethered" to the real world and cannot be moved. Changes on the real world where the tether is do no affect the placement. The Door will reappear in the same spot.

Relationships:

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Made in Abyss [Closed]

@Melpaws@Zelosse

At the rate things are going, this is unacceptable. My house may fall in ruin before I set a foot in the depths of the Abyss proper. The words resonated on the head of the teenager as he wearily shifted his weight and kept walking by the dusk-bathed streets. Another day, another slog for survival and thriving. Well, it had gotten a little less excruciating these days. No longer the young man had to wait his already diminished resources decrease even further, as he impatiently sat in an Orphanage he all but imposed himself to be in, and that people rarely accepted him as he was. His clothes, despite stained and dusty were clearly of a higher cut than most denizens, and he had even had a couple of tools that most novice dwellers didn't have.

The crossbow, in fact had been fairly useful these days. The treasure hunt was hopeless and he could only bare scrounge the minimum for the baubles he had unearthed, but each day he could pay his sustenance in flesh rather than artifacts. Meat, no matter the creature was greatly appreciated in the orphanage, and hunting was not something a lot of teenagers were able to do that proficiently. Such was today's catch. He had all but the most bare baubles unearthed, but full lustrous-but-odd looking birds were tied by ropes and staining his shoulder with fresh blood, all of them bearing the holes of a quarrel's impact. Tomorrow there would be bird casserole, he could feel it.

And then tragedy struck. It wasn't totally unexpected of course, but... still rend at his heart like a dagger. He was not the closest to the accident site, yet for some reason, he felt compelled to begin to dash. Time was of essence. His eyes scanned the situation. Some adults, chaos. A brat trying to be an avenger of sort. That goddamn moron. Trying to beat up a shopkeeper, and screaming out of the top of his lungs. Definitely not useful. His eyes darted to his right. Assistance was needed, urgently. The moment he saw a blue whistle, he caught it in one of his hands, clutching firmly.

"I'm sorry, my lady. But you look reliable and I could use your help." He spat in a harsh almost whispered voice, his eyes meeting with that of a girl of his age. Synthia, or Synth or whatever. A veteran delver. "I need you to pass a message to the Orth orphanage. And these birds too. Gotta think of the kids. Time is of essence." He added. "Tell them that Sieg went down." He added, before dumping the birds at her feet, and quickening his pace as he begun to load his crossbow.

When he reached the chaotic scene, he knew that even if he jumped just immediately after, he wouldn't catch the falling girl, so he opted for a more practical solution. Embedding some cloth in oil in one of his quarrels, he took a guess shot at the girl's fall trajectory, even if a little swerved so he wouldn't hit the girl, thus marking the search area down below. After the deed was done, he took a rope and a hook, and firmly tying it to the rail and wrapped around himself, he gave it at tug.

"I'm going. Farewell." He curtly said, and jumping. He should've added. You cowardly lot. He thought, as the speed and the descent caught his full attention.

Made in Abyss [Closed]

Siegfried La Roche

Detailed appearance

Name
Siegfred La Roche, 3rd child of Count La Roche. "Lordling"

Gender
Male

Age
15

Height
165cm/5'5"

Weight
58kg/127lbs

Hair style
Short and unkempt.

Hair Color
Black

Eye Color
Hazel

Skin Color
Pale

Whistle
Red. Used to be a bell a couple of days ago.

Speech accent:
Outrageously French.

Personality

Siegfried is taciturn and rarely does seek to interact with other people. He seems to shy away from human interaction and often dwells deep in his thoughts. He is unusually jaded and cynical for his age, and makes deliberate use of sarcasm to keep annoying conversations from ever taking place. He also has an habit of delivering piercing glares even when it is not really warranted. Beneath the aloof exterior, Syg is a hardworking, diligent individual, with strict ethics, and rarely if ever will fail to come to aid those who are in need. He also offers advice whenever asked, honest if blunt. Rather, it is when things are at their worst where he does shine. Sieg's resolve is near bottomless, and he can shake his own fears and keep his wits together when many fail, even going so far to inspire others as a beacon of light in the yawning Abyss. Sieg would never admit it, but he has some sort of big brother instinct towards younger people.

Background

Siegfried was born as a blue blood, proud and noble. However the La Roche state had seen better days, and in these days only the name was literally their legacy, as they had kept to keep selling their possessions to survive in their impoverished situation. Nevertheless, while the situation was grim, he had a decent childhood, and he came to love his parents with passion. His elder sister was the one he was more attached though, even if she was bedridden due to being born with bad lungs. Back then, he had decided to become a doctor for her sake.

Tragedy struck in the household soon after, as both his parents were caught in some unsavoury business and were killed. Siegfried felt his insides burn, and he was disgusted. Apparently they had come paths with one of the most exotic individuals, a delver with a white whistle. What his parents were doing in the far off Abyss was something that puzzled the youth to no end, but he figured out they had come because of the alure of quick riches. Siegfried argued with his elder brother, but in the end he relented, and allowed Sieg to chase the trail of his family's assasin while he took care of his sister and the household in his stead.

Arriving at Orth with the few funds he could scrounge, Sieg soon found that chasing the White Whistle would be no small task. The Abyss was probably the most dangerous place of the world, and he required training. After attempting the direct method with several adults and becoming exasperated, he then sought out a roundabout way. Using the fact that his parents were dead, he entered the orphanage and made a hefty donation by doing so, in hopes of being the recipient of some sympathy (and training). It paid off somewhat, but the life in the orphanage feels odd and awkward, although he hopes it won't be for long.

Talents
Siegfried's a crack shot with the crossbow, and he isn't bad employing weapons, thanks to his rigorous upbringing. He can also mend wounds quite proficiently.
Likes
Gourmet foods, wine, Songs, Medical studies and anatomy, kids and baby animals, hunting.

Dislikes
Amoral bastards, hotblooded people, condescending adults, excessive contact, housework, lazy people.

Theme

Made in Abyss [Closed]

Siegfried La Roche

Detailed appearance

Name
Siegfred La Roche, 3rd child of Count La Roche. "Lordling"

Gender
Male

Age
15

Height
165cm/5'5"

Weight
58kg/127lbs

Hair style
Short and unkempt.

Hair Color
Black

Eye Color
Hazel

Skin Color
Pale

Whistle
Red. Used to be a bell a couple of days ago.

Speech accent:
Outrageously French.

Personality

Siegfried is taciturn and rarely does seek to interact with other people. He seems to shy away from human interaction and often dwells deep in his thoughts. He is unusually jaded and cynical for his age, and makes deliberate use of sarcasm to keep annoying conversations from ever taking place. He also has an habit of delivering piercing glares even when it is not really warranted. Beneath the aloof exterior, Syg is a hardworking, diligent individual, with strict ethics, and rarely if ever will fail to come to aid those who are in need. He also offers advice whenever asked, honest if blunt. Rather, it is when things are at their worst where he does shine. Sieg's resolve is near bottomless, and he can shake his own fears and keep his wits together when many fail, even going so far to inspire others as a beacon of light in the yawning Abyss. Sieg would never admit it, but he has some sort of big brother instinct towards younger people.

Background

Siegfried was born as a blue blood, proud and noble. However the La Roche state had seen better days, and in these days only the name was literally their legacy, as they had kept to keep selling their possessions to survive in their impoverished situation. Nevertheless, while the situation was grim, he had a decent childhood, and he came to love his parents with passion. His elder sister was the one he was more attached though, even if she was bedridden due to being born with bad lungs. Back then, he had decided to become a doctor for her sake.

Tragedy struck in the household soon after, as both his parents were caught in some unsavoury business and were killed. Siegfried felt his insides burn, and he was disgusted. Apparently they had come paths with one of the most exotic individuals, a delver with a white whistle. What his parents were doing in the far off Abyss was something that puzzled the youth to no end, but he figured out they had come because of the alure of quick riches. Siegfried argued with his elder brother, but in the end he relented, and allowed Sieg to chase the trail of his family's assasin while he took care of his sister and the household in his stead.

Arriving at Orth with the few funds he could scrounge, Sieg soon found that chasing the White Whistle would be no small task. The Abyss was probably the most dangerous place of the world, and he required training. After attempting the direct method with several adults and becoming exasperated, he then sought out a roundabout way. Using the fact that his parents were dead, he entered the orphanage and made a hefty donation by doing so, in hopes of being the recipient of some sympathy (and training). It paid off somewhat, but the life in the orphanage feels odd and awkward, although he hopes it won't be for long.

Talents
Siegfried's a crack shot with the crossbow, and he isn't bad employing weapons, thanks to his rigorous upbringing. He can also mend wounds quite proficiently.
Likes
Gourmet foods, wine, Songs, Medical studies and anatomy, kids and baby animals, hunting.

Dislikes
Amoral bastards, hotblooded people, condescending adults, excessive contact, housework, lazy people.

Theme

peanut.

Royal Rumble!

Um, you people are still accepting newcomers, yes? Here's an insidious one.

ITS A TRAP

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Name:

Celestine Lightbringer aka "The Fallen One" or "Lightbringer."

Age:

18

Grade:

Already Graduated, so not applicable. Masquerades as 3rd Grader in Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined.

Biography:

Celestine was never a normal child. He grew up quicker than most, and no sooner had begun to talk, it didn't take much more to learn how to read. Some people suspect he started to read before he talked, but he has not dismissed not confirmed the rumour. His parents, seeing the mental acumen of the child, were overjoyed, and despite not being that much effluent, sent him to St Laurel's Academy of excellence. It was probably a little more than they could afford, but they didn't mind. Celestine was happy and he steamrolled through the lessons at the academy, becoming one of the top students of the class among many prodigies.

And then, hell was set upon him. For no matter how virtuous a school is, there is always darker shades on them. Every school has its share of bullying, and Celestine was a prime target. He didn't hit puberty as he should have like the rest of the people. He was excessively effeminate. A fact he was remembered upon by his bullies constantly. He cracked under the pressure, and his grades plummetted. His bullies grew bolder. Up until the day they forced him to wear clothes and tied him in the girl's dressing room. The bullies were arrested, the scandal silenced, and Celestine's family compensated, but the wounds in his soul remained. Celestine became jaded, cynical and cruel, and from that point on, he shut down his heart and did away with his upstanding morality.

Still, dropping out of School was not an option, and there were not many palatable choices after being a dropout of St Louis. This is when
a man called Mephisto made him an offer that he couldn't refuse. He would get his grades and diploma with just a few tests, no questions asked. He would warn him that he would recall the favour at any time, though. Celestine accepted the shade deal - who wouldn't in his case, and entered university at the tender age of 15. He became a doctor in record time, thanks to her mental acuity, and was a full fledged graduate by age 18. University also mended some of his wounds and boosted his ego. People were much more understanding of his appearance, and some of his fellow colleagues dared him in a drunken bet to cross-dress once again to master his fears. He didn't look half bad in girl clothes, he concluded. Probably better than boy ones.

And then... Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined rang. There was some sort of project he could use some help with. When Celestine heard what it was about, he laughed with glee.

Finally a chance for payback.

Powers:

• Core Power: Eidetic Memory Celestine has the ability of perfect recall. He remembers everything she has ever seen, read, heard or witnessed without any need of memorization. This endows him with superb mental acumen and a disturbingly fast ability to learn new things quickly.
• 1st Power-Mimicry:Lightbringer only needs to see a manual skill once to perfectly replicate it. This means that fighting moves and techniques will be stolen rather quickly. He can't obviously, steal the superhuman or otherworldly abilities of other fighters, but this also allows him to develop counters quicker than anyone else when exposed to new attacks.
• 2nd-Power-Sense of Whole: By drawing on his knowledge and inner control techniques, Celestine can even control the bodyparts a human cannot usually control, endowing him with abilities that stretch the superhuman, such as heightened senses and reflexes, the ability to shunt the bloodflow on wounds, redirect the oxygen on his body, purge his brain of any kind of control and interference and hold his farts in public.
• 3rd-Power-Laplace's demon: Celestine achieves a state of higher thought where all paths and possibilities are present before him. He thus can tailor his actions to give him the most favourable outcome. This kind of prescience is limited to only what information his senses can give, and attacks outside his perception might get through. He can only see a few seconds in the future, and using this ability taxes him greatly and can put him in danger of dying, but is strong to defeat superhuman reflexes, luck affecting skills and even other kinds of clairvoyance. Practically no one knows about this ability.

Relationships:

TBD, but has resentment towards St Louis students. Rather loyal to Mephisto's School for obvious reasons.

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Gerlinde "Marcia"

Age:XXII

Sex:Feminae

Occupation: Spy/Cuthroat

Appearance: Gerlinde, or as the Romans know her as, Marcia is a slightly taller than average woman, which displays exotic fair skin features befitting her Germanic Ancestry. A woman with fair skin, freckles, distracting green eyes and fiery red that keeps usually braided all the way down to her waist. She usually keeps her sensitive features under a hood to shelter them from the inclement sun. Marcia is rather fit and slim, and by Roman standards (small breast and wide hips) comely.

Personality: Marcia is a survivor first and foremost. She cares nothing about virtue and honor, and she appears to revel in infamy sometimes. Her speech is often jaded and cynical, as someone who has seen too much filth in too little time. Roman or barbarian, to her is all the same, a thinly veiled cesspool of based desires and craven intentions with little if any nobility at all. She however, cannot let her go of her past, and she has a bit of a soft spot for orphaned and destitute children. Surprisingly enough, she is far more cultured than she appears to be, and likes to read and learn new dialects and languages, even if she claims it's to improve her art.

Equipment:Marcia's equipment is as ever changing as her disguises, but she nevers parts without her dagger. She also carries some Aconitum poison in order to take care of loose ends.

Skills:

• Housekeeping: Marcia is competent in household chores and some people (who dare risk eating her dishes) even praise her food. While this once would've made her a good housewife, nowadays it is useful for her disguise and cover work.
• Hunting and foraging: Being born in a harsh location with limited supplies, Marcia is no stranger to hunting with spear and bows, as well as knowing some herbal remedies...and concoct some poisons as well.
• Spear Fighting: Marcia knows how to defend herself in a fight, and her spear skills are nothing to be scoffed at.
• Disguise and acting: Over the course of years, Marcia has learnt how to disguise herself by using dyes and clothes, and she can even pass off for a man at times. She has become a master to show fake emotions aswell.
• Polygloth: She speaks at least four tongues. In addition to her native germanic, she can speak Roman and Greek without accent, and even knows Celtic (but her accent is atrocious). She can read and write in Latin, Greek and Runic scriptures.

Flaws:

• Children: Orphans and young kids are a soft spot for her, and her most blatant weakness. She can't help but feel sympathy for them.
• Cannot comprehend honor: Marcia is sometimes unable to anticipate honorable behaviour, as she usually assumes the worst when it comes to people.
• Sarcastic: Marcia can't help but open her mouth to make witty remarks, sometimes to her own detriment.

Backstory: Marcia was born as Gerlinde, the first daughter of a humble Marcomanni chieftain, just outside the borders of Empire, near the shores of the Danube river. Groomed to be a prized wife of one of his father's best warriors, Gerlinde's life took an abrupt turn to the worst when a rival tribe just flat out annihilated her homestead due to a feud, missing her narrowly. With nowhere to go, and chased by a score of brutal and blood-roused germanic raiders, the 12-year old girl decided that the only place she could go to the deter these beasts that wore the shapes of men was behind the lines of their ancient enemy: Rome. Despair fuelled her, and before she had realized, she had swam the entire width of the river without drowning.

But she was far from safe, either. The Romans found her, and surely enough, they didn't kill her on the spot, but taken to the camp and, with the aid of a germanic cook, questioned about what happened. Her fate left unresolved, she was on the receiving end of a culture shock, when a couple of drunk soldiers didn't take in account that barbarian women weren't into that kind of activities at such early age. She somehow managed to react in time, and using her spear skills, keep the drunk soldiers at bay, but that fouled her first encounter with the Roman Empire.

Nevertheless, she managed to keep her head on her shoulders when the local Frumentarius had heard that a wet river rat of a girl had managed to swim through the river and kept a couple of soldiers at bay, which caught his interest. He saw potential in the girl and decided to recruit her services in managing the frontier as his eyes and ears beyond what the Legions could reach. The former Marcomanni thus turned on her former tribes and became a spy of Rome, an infamious job which nevertheless kept her belly filled and earned her a warm bed and food. Both Frumentarius and spy upped the game when he was called back to Rome, and decided that even though the Emperor had kicked the Germanic peregrini some time ago, bring her to the capital. Renaming herself as Marcia, she took the corruption of Rome like a fish takes to the waters, and her skill and rewards grew.

Unfortunately, her former employer did not share her luck. He instead managed to die in a very Roman but undignified manner, by choking on his own vomit after a party. Now, without a solid employer, Marcia wonders where could she go after so many years.

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Alright, i don't know what else to add so there you go.@Heat