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Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Lilliana

Mentions: None.
Location: Era Streets

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Lilliana continued releasing a couple short bursts of small Nullfire bolts at the beast’s hide, but it seemed to shrug off most of her and her allies attacks - aside from a few exceptionally well placed ones. She watched as the massive creature resisted their assault, and she couldn’t help but begin feeling a sense of victory as she saw the wounds her allies had inflicted upon it. A bleeding, eye-less socket and a severed wing was definitely not what she expected to see so soon.

But it wasn’t just rolling over and dying. Even as her guildmates barraged it with attacks, the dragon let out a massive screech, causing Lilliana to raise her hands up instinctively to cover her ears. The volume of it surprised her as she squinted her eyes, her enhanced hearing working against her as the sound reached her. She stumbled as the vibrations rang through her eardrums, barely being able to hear the various shouts and crashing of burning buildings of the battlefield. Her squint turned up to look at the beast, her eyes focusing in only to see it tearing through the restraints of their S-Class mage as its breath scorched the earth beneath its head. She watched in awe as she steadied herself and the dragon ripped free and stood to its full height, the spikes on its body appearing longer and more wicked.

Wait, was it...healing? Before she could confirm her suspicions she saw grass and vegetation rapidly sprout and grow up to form a thorny wall in front of her. It was barely a second before she felt a wave of heat buffet the air around her, and a blazing wave of flames scorch and lick the edges of the thicket that shielded her. From the dragon’s new attack. She nodded an unseen thanks to Grasidia as she felt the temperature around her rise.

As soon as the flames were gone, Lillian stepped out from behind the thorny wall and moved her left hand to her face. She had to do something more - they weren’t going to end this fight at this pace and she couldn’t exactly approach it. She shifted the mask before it came off, revealing the pitch black scales that ran along her right jawline and almost an inch above it, as well as a couple inches down her neck. She inhaled deeply as she gazed with determination up at the dragon, the sound of a gravely voice echoing out from her despite her lips not moving in sync with the words.

“NULL DRAGON’S R-“

Lilliana didn’t have time to finish her attack as yet another screech pierced her eardrums - even louder than before. Her mask fell from her hand as she gripped both sides of her head desperately and stumbled sideways, her held breath released harmlessly. The sound was too much for her sensitive ears as they rang painfully, her vision unfocusing as she fell to her knees and took cover behind the wall of brambles. It felt like whole minutes passing by as the ringing in her ears seemed to last forever. She felt a rumbling beneath her knees before the ground shattered around her, bits of rock splintering into the air as she tried to refocus her eyes. Her scaled hand groped the air in front of her until she felt the thicket created by Grasidia still standing before her. Her eyes turned up to see what was happening, her ears still ringing - probably bleeding - but the only thing she saw was the blur of motion of the creature’s black tail soaring towards her.

Her draconic hand shot up in front of her, her forearm out to try and block as much of the impact as she could - not that it felt like it helped. The massive tail struck her as it tore through what little resistance the thorny wall offered, crushing the wind out of her lungs as she was sent sprawling across the dirt and charred stone of the battlefield. She pulled her arms over her head as she collided several times, even as the ringing still echoed through her ears. She didn’t try to move as she felt the immense force of the blow and the several impacts afterwards rattle her entire body.

Even as she felt her momentum stop she remained still. Her body ached deep from the impact and she felt sharp pains in her sides even as she thought about willing her muscles to move. She let out a heavy gasp as her arms moved off her face to reveal the smoke-filled sky - her lungs beginning to fill with air once again after having been winded by the dragon’s blow.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Lilliana

Mentions: Astoria (@Sanguine Rose)
Location: Guild Hall

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Lillian passed by the more occupied members of the guild, making sure to give them room for whatever quarrel they were having. It seemed some were concerned for one of their youngest member’s safety. She didn’t know the young Felix well, but she would keep it in her mind that he may need more protection than the rest. Not that she thought he should come - after all, only a Dragon Slayer could harm a dragon via magic, or so it was said. But it had become apparent to her that this guild put a large measure of trust into Torys’ judgement. She would still be keeping her head on a swivel to make sure she could help anyone in the line of fire, though.

She made her way towards Grasidia and the amassing structures that would serve as their transportation. She wasn’t stoked to be flying to their destination - most things aside from walking summoned up quite a fit of motion sickness for her - but it was necessary for them to get there quickly. She slowed as she approached, watching as the S-class mage finished her spell. She turned her head back to where she’d come when she heard the voice of Ria offering her and another guild member some food. She hesitated.

“Oh- I uh- I’m not hungry. But thank you, Astoria.” She replied, her unique vocals carrying out unperturbed by her mask. In all honesty she was kind of hungry, but now wasn’t the time. She could eat when she returned. Assuming she did. She turned back to the leaves, watching as they seemed to reach their peak size. She was confused as to why exactly they were tasked with facing a dragon - one of the most powerful beings known to Earth land - but she felt she had to go. Why? She wasn’t sure. It was a dragon, she was...the next best thing. But regardless, her guild members were going and if the stories were true then she wasn’t going to let them go without a Dragon Slayer.

She climbed onto one of the leaves as Grasidia signaled she was ready. She was mindful to keep her right arm tucked away under the half-cloak that hung over her shoulder; she didn’t want to disrupt their ride by accident.

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It wasn’t but a few minutes before the group had arrived at Era - or what was remaining of it. The sky was full of thick black smoke as they grew closer and closer to the town. It wasn’t long before their quarry came into view. Lilliana’s gaze turned up as she tried to hold back the queasiness in her gut. Her nauseous gaze faltered before turning into one of awe. It...it was actually a Dragon. She didn’t know what it expected, but...seeing it in person sent feelings of shock and excitement through her. And then worry as she recalled the details of endless stories she’d heard. Could they really fight this thing?

It wouldn't be long before the question would be thrust upon them as Grasidia moved ahead of them, engaging the dragon herself. There was a moment of hopefulness as her attack seemed to have a sure effect on the massive beast, but it was short lived as she was sent sprawling by its tail.

Next thing she knew, it had turned on them and sent an immense gust at them, each of her companions sent flying off of the now twirling leaves. She felt the air rushing past her as she plummeted closer and closer to the ground - but her descent was interrupted by the feeling of a leafy tendril wrapping around her and easing her descent to the ground. She broke free of it as soon as she felt her feet touch the ground, her eyes turning back up to the terror before them. She stared at it as it moved. Witnessing it was almost surreal. She shook her head. She couldn’t let herself be distracted.

She ran forward and to her right, giving it a wide girth and distancing herself from anything that could be considered collateral. Her gaze locked onto it, her Dragon Eye searching its visage for any sort of magical identity. The expression under her mask was one of surprise as her search yielded.. a unique sensation. Usually when she extended her gaze into the inner workings of some magical source, she felt an innate knowledge towards it. When she looked at Gwendolyn she could feel the chill of her ice magic - Astoria, the deep flow of her water magic. But this Dragon, it...the sensation was oddly inconclusive. Not...entirely new, somehow. But she couldn’t parse its function. Something pulled at the back of her mind. Where had she felt this before..?

She had honestly expected it to be a familiar feeling - something like herself, or even her dad. But it wasn’t. Regardless, it would be her job to attack the beast as well as she could. She was surprised to see Grasidia’s magic faring as well as it was, even if it seemed to mostly be defeated by the dragon’s strength. But either way, she took the opportunity to launch three bolts of Nullfire at the beast’s left knee. If she’d learned anything from her quests in Fenixtear and her old guild alike, her deep-chilling bloodline magic was a hindrance on the joints, especially to creatures that bore additional weight on them.

She saw from the corner of her eye one of their eldest members, Marduk, attempt to spew some of the thick black smoke into its eyes as she herself thrust her left hand forward, the trio of magical darts soaring towards the immense, black-scaled being.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Lilliana

Mentions: Gwendolyn (@Endeavor)
Location: Guild Hall

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Lillian laid on her bed, the murmurs of voices and pieces of conversation from the guild members on the floor below finding their way to her ears. She wouldn’t deny the usefulness of a Dragon’s enhanced senses, but sometimes when she preferred quiet it wasn’t as good to have. She’d have bought herself earmuffs or headphones or something to block it out - but those things made her feel unsafe; she needed to keep her senses. Thinking about it, the fact that she felt safe enough to not lock her door here was rather new.

She trusted them though. Mostly. They didn’t seem like the people she used to know. They seemed nice - not just sometimes either - at least from what she’d seen by watching them amongst one another. They’d been nice to her too, but casualness wasn’t there yet. Probably due to a mixture of her appearance and her own reclusiveness, she reckoned. But in all honesty, she didn’t exactly know if this was right. It’d been a few months already and she didn’t know if she should already have befriended some of them, or if she shouldn’t even be as trusting as she is now. It was new to her. And she didn’t have anybody to tell her what the right thing was. She wish she did. It felt childish considering her age, but being alone was a deep dive she’d been forced to take, and she didn’t know how to cope.

It wasn’t long before her thoughts were interrupted by her ears picking up a new voice - one that always caught the guild’s attention. Torys.
She tuned in and could make out her words rather easily, considering her unrestrained volume. She’d called for the S-Classes. It must be important. Lillian sat up in bed, listening more closely. It was a few moments before she addressed them again. An emergency call? She’d just traveled from Era-

The Dragon Slayer’s ears tuned out as she heard what was said next. A dragon is in the city.. What? No- No, she must’ve heard wrong. Dragons were.. she’d never seen a dragon in person. She’d always wanted to. Her father told her countless stories about them. He always new everything when it came to their rare breed of magic. But she’d given up on the hope of seeing one long ago. Not that the hope was backed by much reality - they were an exceedingly rare sight.

She was snapped out of her thoughts again by Torys’ voice.

"Fly to Era and slay that dragon!"

Lillian slid her legs off the edge of the bed and stood, grabbing her mask off the side table and fastening it to her face again. It was a moment before the phone in her pocket began vibrating against her thigh. Her left hand slipped into her pocket to retrieve the device, pulling it up to her ear. She listened as the familiar voice of Gwen shouted at her through the small speaker.

"Hey. Wanna go back to Era? DRAGON HUNTING BITCH!!"

Lillian took the phone away from her ear, looking at it in a moment of surprise before her eyes narrowed and she brought it back to her ear. “What did you just-“ The tone signaled the end of the call and the dragon slayer tucked the phone away before turning to and making her way out the door, swiftly closing it behind her and descending the stairs. She made her way down as the rest of her guild members moved about, seemingly ready to depart on the mission as well. How many of them were coming? All of them? If they really were fighting a dragon, it would likely be the most dangerous thing any of them had ever done. An anxious feeling settled in her stomach, but there was also another feeling. One she didn’t quite recognize.

Her eyes scanned over a few of them as she walked straight towards the doors.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Lilliana

Mentions: N/A
Location: Crocus Streets -> Guild Hall

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Lilliana had once enjoyed the outdoors. Well, she still does, at times - just not when there’s crowds of people around. Thinking about it, Crocus was probably not the best place for someone of that opinion, but that’s where she ended up. Her boots stepped calmly one after another down the street as her eyes looked straight forward. It had been a while since she’d been back to the guild - about a month, in fact. She hadn’t expected to spend a fourth of the time she’d even been in the guild on a mission, but it had seemed rather important, and she wasn’t one to forego an opportunity. She shifted the pack that was slung over her right shoulder. At least they’d got a little extra reward for it, not that half the contents of the bag were of any interest to her.

She was closer to the guild after a while, and stepped into the alley leading to the place she’d found to call her home for a few months. After traveling a dozen seconds or so she stopped and leaned against a wall, glancing back in the direction she’d just come from. It was somewhat routine for her; she didn’t like being followed.

It was weird that she considered this guild a “home” of sorts. Before she’d arrived at Crocus, she’d only ever considered one place to be home. Losing it wasn’t something that had ever crossed her mind - it was unimaginable to her. But she had lost it. And she had no say in the matter. It made her angry just to think about it, but she pushed the feeling down. She’d had her revenge - she ended the one who’d done it. But somehow, she didn’t feel reconciled. She didn’t regret what she’d done though.

She turned her gaze away from the entrance to the street, satisfied that she didn’t have a second shadow, and continued towards the guild. It wasn’t long before her steady steps got her there. She hesitated before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The sight she entered to was pretty much the usual - Leon and Astoria at the bar, several others she’d come to know the names of sitting amongst the tavern tables, and- of course, Gwen amongst them all, just as clothed as one would expect.

Lillian took the bag off her shoulder and dug out an article of clothing after a second - a comfortable-looking robe. The two of them had earned the bag of rewards together, and Gwen had offloaded it onto her on the way back, but she was hoping the other girl had just missed the robe and she’d be content to wear it. But the dragon slayer wouldn't wait to find out, instead throwing the robe over the back of the Ice mage’s head, and the bag over her own shoulder again, heading towards the set of stairs that led up to some of the rooms. She hadn’t taken the time to read the content of the few books they’d received - she’d have to do that later probably - but if she didn’t particularly like them she guessed Leon would appreciate the reading material.

She didn’t greet anyone, which was regular for her, as she ascended the steps towards her lodging. She found it interesting that it’d felt like a pretty short month, up until she’d stepped foot through those doors. She’d been away for almost an entire month. She wouldn’t recognize it, but there was a hint of relief in her as she saw the place was still standing. Of course it would be- the people here were strong. Then again, she’d thought that before.

She made to her room and slipped inside, dropping the bag by the door after closing it, and letting herself fall onto the bed. She lazily reached up and slid her mask off, stretching to set it on her bedside table with a sigh, before letting her muscles relax.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Lilliana

Lillian

Name:

Lilliana “Lillian” Drew

Age:

22

Guild Mark Location:

Left Shoulder - Black

Magic Type:

Null Dragon Slayer Magic

A Dragon Slayer magic that allows Lillian to take on the aspects of the Null Dragon, Rennus. This Dragon Slayer magic type nearly exclusively grants magic-disrupting abilities, with other uses being few and far between.
Unlike other Dragon Slayer magics, this one does not possess a traditional element, but is instead immune to and can consume Nullification Magic. The main emission of this type of Dragon Slayer is “Nullfire”, a usually-harmless flame that saps magic and applies a very cold, numbing chill.

Spells:

Magooc

Enhanced Physique

Being a Dragon Slayer Mage offers more than just raw magical power. As a Dragon Slayer, Lillian has greater speed, strength, and durability than most other mages -- unfortunately, it seems a large portion of these benefits were transferred exclusively to her Dragon Arm; though this does make it shockingly powerful. She also has very impressive senses of hearing and smell, as normal for her kind.

Null Dragon’s Eye

Lillian’s right eye was replaced with a blessing of the Betrayer Dragon, Rennus. Her eye appears to be clouded over with white, making her appear to be blind in one eye. In actual fact, this eye can see much better than one may think. Through the dragon’s blessing, Lillian is capable of seeing the magic around her and determining its strength and purpose. This can be used to gauge an individual’s power level, their general magical affinity, and sometimes to even sense their attacks before they make them, should they be very powerful. She doesn’t actually have to focus on her target to gauge these things, but if she isn’t, she must be within about five yards of them.

Null Dragon’s Arm

Lillian’s right arm was replaced with a blessing of the Betrayer Dragon, Rennus. This fully-functioning arm is covered in the pitch-black scales of the Dragon, granting her a constant tool with which she can defend herself from harm. The scaly hide is rather thick and tough, protecting itself from a wide range of physical blows and elements. Additionally, not only does it defend against magic as readily as normal dragon scale, it is infused with the powers of the Null Dragon, allowing her to sap the magic from things within her reach(for as long as she touches them), or even cut through magic with normally mundane strikes. The claws can also make for rather deadly weapons.

Null Dragon’s Maw

Underneath Lillian’s mask is a lower jaw borne of dragon hide and covered in pitch black scales. This maw encompasses one of her least used and most niche techniques, as it is only usable against other Dragon Slayer Mages - but when she does get the opportunity to use it, it is quite handy. She is able to consume the magic of other Dragon Slayer Mages as if she were their elemental type - though she gains only half immunity to their element when she does so. In addition, as long as she retains their element(which she can do for up to eight hours) she can pierce their immunity to their own element, and infuse her magic with their element. She cannot relinquish an element willfully, and can only hold one foreign element at a time. While holding a foreign element she cannot consume any other element besides her original.

Nullification Bolt

Lilliana’s only means of consistent interaction at range - though it doesn’t even do damage. A small, manually-guided bolt of Nullfire that she uses to slightly weaken magic attacks, as well as mages, before they strike. The bolt moves quite fast and has a small but noticeable impact strength, which can be used to knock people off balance.

Nullfire Wall

Lilliana sprouts a bright white wall of Nullfire from a surface, or even floating in the air, nearby. This wall is technically trespass-able, but any who touch it will find their body inflamed in Nullfire, turning their skin ice-cold and numb, sapping their coordination. Any magic hoping to pass through the wall will be absorbed and used to halt trespass, dependent on the absorbed magic. She can also shape this wall into a dome, but it is only capable of encompassing two people, and is more of an elliptical shape than a dome.
_{(Wall is an adjustable shape roughly 8ft x 8ft)}

Manableed

Lillian soaks her claws in magic, readying herself to attack anyone within her melee range within the next couple minutes. Anyone struck with her claws while this is active will find their wound begins to leak magic energy whenever they use their Magic, increasing the energy cost of their spells by a factor of roughly one-fourth. They will also find the wound rather difficult to heal, as the magic infused within negates magical regeneration and healing magic.

Null Dragon’s Roar

Lillian draws in air through her mouth before releasing a wide cone of bright white Nullfire, burning away the magical energies of anything caught in it. Standing within the cone can quickly separate an opponent from their magic, lasting for about eight seconds after they extinguish themselves; the fire also applies a physically numbing chill, depriving them of some measure of physical coordination until they regain some warmth. She can also shape this roar into a thin, very long beam that fires in a single direction. Its effects last twice as long in this form, but it is much more susceptible to being dodged, due to the much thinner area, and can only strike one foe.

This roar is rather taxing, so using it more than once or twice in a fight will wear her down very quickly.

Magic Rank:

B

Equipment:

Lillian doesn’t hold onto much, but one of her few possessions is her face mask, which she seemingly never takes off. It covers the bottom half of her face, and the entirety of her jaw. It doesn’t seem particularly special for a face mask.

She also wears a pair of necklaces underneath her clothing - one belonged to her father, and the other her mother.

Strengths:

• Even though Lillian hasn’t picked back up her desire to learn, she still holds a great sense of determination and focus within her, which allows her to ignore distractions when she really needs to get something done. It’s rather difficult to get under her skin in battle - she expects cruelty and is prepared to take it in stride.
• Even if she’s probably not the most experienced or well-trained mage on the battlefield, the innate nature of her magic makes her a formidable adversary to most opponents. Though some would argue this makes her a target in certain cases.
• Lilliana is more of a strategic mind than one that wants to go all-out into the opponent - which synergies well with her magic. She’s a quick thinker, and can usually come up with a plan to use the resources immediately available to the best effect possible.

Weaknesses:

• Lillian’s Dragon Slayer Magic is very difficult for her to project offensively, and almost all uses of it outside of physical enhancement are restricted to defensive technique, forcing her to get real creative if she wants to go on the offense.
• The Dragon Magic inside her manifests in a unique way, but also in a hindering one. Since the event that caused her to develop her Dragon Appendages, she has been unable to alter her physique in any way with her Dragon Slayer Magic. It is thought that she is completely incapable of attaining any alternate means of dragon form, unlike other Slayers.
• Most of Lillian’s spell arsenal doesn't have the greatest range - or any way to quickly close distance.
• Due to the nature of her magic, Lillian isn’t very good at absorbing magical aid from her allies; supportive spells have a noticeably reduced effect when applied to her.

Personality:

Lillian is a more reserved person than her younger self. Her enthusiasm for learning and life in general has been put on the back burner for some time now, and her main focus is to survive in what she sees as an unforgiving world. She tends to not engage others in conversation as she has some trust issues, but wont flat out ignore those who talk to her. Not that many do - she doesn’t appear the most hospitable of people, usually wearing a mask and sitting by her lonesome - something she has grown accustomed to.

Those who do manage to get a response out of her will generally be met with somewhat curt responses. Unless of course, they choose to make her mad, which will cause her to develop a sharp tongue - a trait she developed only over the last year or so.
Rarely, one may find Lillian being more talkative when drawn into something that particularly interests her - but this is usually short-lived as she stops herself when she notices.

History:

History

Lillian’s life has been a lot different than most people’s. Sure, as a child she had a caring father, and a roof to sleep under, and food on the table when she was hungry. But that’s pretty much the extent of its normality -- not that you could expect any more from someone who was born into a Dark Guild.

Her parents, Kalius and Lilith Drew, were each mages, and each the result of rough childhoods of their own. Two factors which aided in pushing them towards their place in a Dark Guild. The two met relatively early in each of their times within the guild, but it wasn’t until some eight years later that they romanticized one another and eventually came to bare a child in little Lilliana. It was both one of the happiest and saddest days in the life of Kalius, as he received his baby daughter, but in the same hand lost his wife to unforeseen birth complications. Despite the dread that overtook him, he persisted in trying to raise his daughter in his wife’s memory.

From that day Lillian’s life moved forward under her father’s care, until she could learn to talk, and walk, and eventually begin actual schooling. Over the years her father watched over her, spending the money he and his wife had saved so that he wouldn’t have to leave to go attend his job in the guild - but once she began school he too began again, telling Lillian some details about his work whenever she got curious, but always saying “You’ll see more when you’re older.” when she got too excited.

It seemed “older” wouldn’t be too far off, either. At the very beginning of her teen years, Lillian’s father told her of the power that had been put within her when she was very young -- the power of a Dragon Slayer - just like him. She was somewhat confused, curious, and ecstatic all at the same time as he began to tell her of what training he had planned for her. He was a little surprised at how readily she took on his instruction as they began to experiment with her magic, testing the waters. Over her years in school, coming home was her favorite part of the day, but likely for a different reason than most students. As soon as she got home she would seek out her father, the energy that had been drained by the school day flaring back to life within her. Even on days he wasn’t there, she would train by herself if she could.

As the years passed eventually her father thought she would be ready to take on her first official mission for the guild. Accompanying them on the mission would be one of the other higher ranking members(just like her father, but younger) of the guild, Tygan, whom seemed to have an alright relationship with her dad.
The mission was simple. Ward off some villagers from their homes and then ransack the place as they scattered. Sounded rather easy, considering none of the villager had any magical abilities, according to their information. And it was indeed easy - the only problem was, Tygan didn’t really follow the plan. The Dark guild mage took his Fire Magic to the houses, setting them ablaze without even a warning to those inside, right in front of Kalius and his daughter. Now, Kalius wasn’t a good man. In fact, he was by definition a bad man. But he didn’t burn innocent people alive for no reason - especially not women and children.

Lillian’s dad called for the other mage to stop - to no avail, of course. He took it upon himself to put his own magic to use, blasting a furious stream of white flames out of his mouth and coating Tygan’s flames in his own, the former blaze being snuffed out almost immediately as Lillian watched. This obviously angered the other mage, who had a word of two to jab at Kalius - who spoke back with just as much vigor. The two were locked in a stalemate until Tygan relaxed his shoulders and let out a laugh, patting Kalius on the shoulder as he walked away from the scorched homes.
“The girl has made you soft, Kalius.”

Kalius led his daughter away from the stemmed wreckage of the village and back home, seemingly no longer interested in the job. This method of training carried on for a few years, Kalius trying his best to separate his daughter from Tygan’s antics, Lillian growing more magically independent as time grew on. It wasn’t until an especially large mission that Lillian met Tygan once again - though this time there were other mages coming along with the trio, so Kalius felt confident it wouldn’t go as badly as missions with him had been over the years.
He was wrong. In fact, sone of the other mages joined in on his cruelty. Kalius wasn’t new to this spectacle, but only now - when he had his daughter to influence and teach - did he realize how wrong it was to affiliate with these people. He stopped the carnage once again with his Nullfire, earning more than one skeptical look from the other mages as they shrugged off his attempt at peacekeeping and moved on.

It was some months later that Lilliana found herself on her way home from town, groceries and weekly supplies in her arms - but only until she looked into the sky and saw a thick pillar of billowing black smoke ascending into the sky from above their secluded home. She dropped her things and ran home as fast as she could where her father was waiting for her return.

And was he waiting. Lillian saw the smoke grow thicker as she closed in on the home and saw the roaring flames that coating the home from base to roof. She felt her heart jump into her throat as she saw the intensity of the damage. She panicked as she tried to look through the windows, to no avail. She heard a call as she rounded the house, trying to find some way of seeing if her father was caught in the flames. She ran around to the back of the house and found him lying on the ground, trying to drag himself to his feet, attempting to use a tree as support. She rushed over to try and help him up into a sitting position against the tree, looking over him. He was burned horribly. Most of his skin was burned off and he groaned repeatedly in agony at each repeating, quick movement of his chest. She burst into tears as she saw his condition. There was no hope of his survival. She sat with him for many minutes, crying and trying to comfort him in any way she could.

After a fashion, it was clear he was passing.

“Go.” He voiced. It sounded like speaking took everything he had left in him.

Lillian looked up, trying to see his burned and torn face through her tears. “What? No. No. I can’t.”

“Go...away from here.” He croaked. “You know...what.. I’ve taught you..” He gasped out in pain as he spoke.

“I can’t leave you, dad.”

He remained silent for a short while, the only sound between the two of them the sounds of his pained breaths and the burning, collapsing house nearby.

“Your mother...would be so proud...of you.”

As he spoke his last breath, she gasped out a cry and felt it catch in her throat as a faint chill ran over her skin. The color in his eyes began to fade more than she ever thought was possible before his eyes closed, a weird feeling falling gently to the pit of her stomach.

It took Lillian several hours to pull herself off the tear-laden ground. She didn’t know what to do. Everything she had known was...her father was gone. She had nobody else.

She spent that night propped up against the tree directly opposite her father, her eyes still glossed over and dropping tears onto her pants. Each movement of the leaves in the corner of her vision caused her eyes to snap up to her father. She hoped against all hope that he would somehow get up and be okay. But he wouldn’t. When she woke up around noon after collapsing from exhaustion, he hadn’t moved an inch.

It took her every bit of willpower she had left to stand up. And then she walked. Where? She didn’t know. Somewhere.

She walked for a while, and it gave her time to try and think. So many emotions swam through her head and she didn’t know what to feel besides sorrow. But eventually one emotion broke through. Rage. How did this happen? Who did this? Why would someone do this? It had to be someone. She recalled the last conversation her father had with one guild member specifically - Tygan. It had been a pretty...heated..

Her emotions became enflamed with rage and her body moved before she could even think about it. Her feet hit the ground hard one in front of the other as she sprinted towards the guild. She didn’t care that she had felt far too exhausted to run before - her anger fueled her and her body felt numb as he ran and ran.

She entered the town and kept running right down the street towards the guild. As she grew closer it took every speck of willpower she had to slow her pace to a fast walk. Her eyes flicked to a stand as she passed by it, her hand darting out to swipe a blade off of the stand. She tucked it into the back of her belt as she pushed the guild doors open and didn’t break stride as her eyes ripped through the room, looking for...him.

Her footsteps sounded across the wood and she knew people were looking at her, but she didn’t care to look at them. She walked across the room to where he sat, bot caring to stop for a single step.

“YOU!” She screamed.

The man reared his ugly face and looked back, with a momentary look of intrigue before his face settled into a half-smug grin of realization. “Oh hello there, Ms. Drew. What brings you-“

She never stopped. She was upon him before he could finish standing and she grasped the blade behind her back, drawing it out and earning a wide-eyed look from the mage. His words caught in his throat -- and then so did the knife. His hand raised as the blade just began to pierce his flesh, the air in front of it broiling before exploding into a gush of liquid flame that slammed into Lilliana, completing engulfing her arm and part of her jaw as the older mage misjudged his shot in his moment of panic. Both of them fell to the ground, one screaming in pain and the other completely silent.

Lilliana tried to stem the burning magic even as it seared and melted through her flesh, only managing to do so after it was far too late to save her arm. Her vision blurred as she expelled the energy from her body, her peripheral swimming with movement and even the sound of her own groans of agony growing feint. She weakly tried to move her arms to try and get up, but only one of them moved. She felt her body roll over onto her back and her head rest against the wooden floor in the middle of the guild as her woulds begged her for mercy. It wasn’t long before she lost consciousness.

She woke up somewhere else. She was looking up at the sky. She was wet. She tried to more her head, only for a groan to escape her lips. Did she hit her head that hard when she fell? She willed herself to look around, and found the she was lying on a riverbank, mud clinging to her clothes and an unforgiving bed of rocks beneath her. The guild must’ve dumped her here to die. Her eyes moved to her arm.

And she almost shoved it away. It...didn’t look like the burns her father had. Her arm was - she slowly reached towards it with her other hand. She placed her hand on it, and it felt rough. Coarse. She slid her hand down the arm, expecting a deep painful sensation, but she felt nothing. Oddly enough, her arm felt.. scaly. It had wide, thin, black scales plated up it, encompassing what should be her right arm. She looked down and her hand looked the same, ending in dull-clawed fingers. What was happening to her? Had Tygan done this? No.. why would he?

She tried to stand using her left arm for support, but found her body exhausted. She tried again, placing the blackened hand against the mud and rocks, and pushed herself up until she could manage to find her footing. Once again, she walked. She didn’t know where she was or where she was going, but she walked.

Eventually she found her way to a place she’d been to only one or two times before - Crocus. It was almost a year later there that she joined her first legitimate guild: Fenixtear. It’s been a weird few months since she joined, but she at least feels relatively safe.

Extra:

• Lilliana’s voice is rather discernible among a group. It sounds somewhat husky and gravely mixed with her normal voice, though still retaining a feminine tone. A result of her burnt vocal cords being repaired by the dragon’s power within her. It is a bizarre feature, but is generally considered pleasant upon the ears by those she meets.

• Her eyes were originally a bright, vibrant blue. Now only her left eye has this feature.

• Rennus, the dragon that Lillian and her father both draw their magic from, goes by two titles: The 'Betrayer Dragon' and the 'Null Dragon'.

• Nullfire^*: Nullfire is a form of Nullification magic that takes the shape of bright white flames. These flames produce no heat, but produce healthy amounts of light, and when touched they sap magical energy and induce ice cold temperature upon the afflicted. In most other ways, Nullfire behaves exactly like normal fire - except it is unhindered by magic, even of the water variety.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

My Review in Blue

Lillian

Name:

Lilliana “Lillian” Drew

Age:

22

Guild Mark Location:

Left Shoulder - Black

Magic Type:

Null Dragon Slayer Magic

A Dragon Slayer magic that allows Lillian to take on the aspects of the Null Dragon, Rennus. This Dragon Slayer magic type nearly exclusively grants magic-disrupting abilities, with other uses being few and far between.
Unlike other Dragon Slayer magics, this one does not possess a traditional element, but is instead immune to and can consume Nullification Magic. The main emission of this type of Dragon Slayer is “Nullfire”, a usually-harmless flame that saps magic and applies a very cold, numbing chill. I still think a Blue Fire Dragon Slayer concept would've been dope but this is written out better than I was imagining it after you told me, so its fine.

Spells:

Magooc

Enhanced Physique

Being a Dragon Slayer Mage offers more than just raw magical power. As a Dragon Slayer, Lillian has greater speed, strength, and durability than most other mages -- unfortunately, it seems a large portion of these benefits were transferred exclusively to her Dragon Arm; though this does make it shockingly powerful. She also has very impressive senses of hearing and smell, as normal for her kind. I was about to say "this is kinda implied as a Dragon Slayer" but you clarified that these boosts are specific to her arm so this should stay here in the Spell section for clarity's sake.

Nullification Bolt

Lilliana’s only means of consistent interaction at range - though it doesn’t even do damage. A small, manually-guided bolt of Nullfire that she uses to slightly weaken magic attacks, as well as mages, before they strike. The bolt moves quite fast and has a small but noticeable impact strength, which can be used to knock people off balance.

Nullfire Wall

Lilliana sprouts a bright white wall of Nullfire from a surface, or even floating in the air, nearby. This wall is technically trespass-able, but any who touch it will find their body inflamed in Nullfire, turning their skin ice-cold and numb, sapping their coordination. Any magic hoping to pass through the wall will be absorbed and used to halt trespass, dependent on the absorbed magic. She can also shape this wall into a dome, but it is only capable of encompassing two people, and is more of an elliptical shape than a dome.
_{(Wall is an adjustable shape roughly 8ft x 8ft)} Ooooh, numbers. If a spell that is bigger than the wall, so that it will go around the wall but also hit it, would the entire spell be absorbed or just the area that contacts the wall?

Manableed

Lillian soaks her claws in magic, readying herself to attack anyone within her melee range within the next couple minutes. Anyone struck with her claws while this is active will find their wound begins to leak magic energy whenever they use their Magic, increasing the energy cost of their spells by a factor of roughly one-fourth. They will also find the wound rather difficult to heal, as the magic infused within negates magical regeneration and healing magic.

Null Dragon’s Eye

Lillian’s right eye was replaced with a blessing of the Betrayer Dragon, Rennus. Her eye appears to be clouded over with white, making her appear to be blind in one eye. In actual fact, this eye can see much better than one may think. Through the dragon’s blessing, Lillian is capable of seeing the magic around her and determining its strength and purpose. This can be used to gauge an individual’s power level, their general magical affinity, and sometimes to even sense their attacks before they make them, should they be very powerful. She doesn’t actually have to focus on her target to gauge these things, but if she isn’t, she must be within about five yards of them. Does this have a cost or is it a passive effect? If its a passive effect it'll still be fine but it should be moved higher up this list near the "Enhanced Physique" bit so that its easier to distinguish from traditional spells.

Null Dragon’s Arm

Lillian’s right arm was replaced with a blessing of the Betrayer Dragon, Rennus. This fully-functioning arm is covered in the pitch-black scales of the Dragon, granting her a constant tool with which she can defend herself from harm. The scaly hide is rather thick and tough, protecting itself from a wide range of physical blows and elements. Additionally, not only does it defend against magic as readily as normal dragon scale, it is infused with the powers of the Null Dragon, allowing her to sap the magic from things within her reach(for as long as she touches them), or even cut through magic with normally mundane strikes. The claws can also make for rather deadly weapons. Can this block/destroy entire spells? Also this should be moved up with the "Enhanced Physique" and "Null Dragon's Eye".

Null Dragon’s Maw

Underneath Lillian’s mask is a lower jaw borne of dragon hide and covered in pitch black scales. This maw encompasses one of her least used and most niche techniques, as it is only usable against other Dragon Slayer Mages - but when she does get the opportunity to use it, it is quite handy. She is able to consume the magic of other Dragon Slayer Mages as if she were their elemental type - though she gains only half immunity to their element when she does so. In addition, as long as she retains their element(which she can do for up to eight hours) she can pierce their immunity to their own element, and infuse her magic with their element. She cannot relinquish an element willfully, and can only hold one foreign element at a time. While holding a foreign element she cannot consume any other element besides her original. I'm starting to sound like a broken record but this one should also be pushed up the list to chill out with the other "spells" that are really just body modifiers. This is a pretty neat take on the "no u" kind of ideas.

Null Dragon’s Roar

Lillian draws in air through her mouth before releasing a wide cone of bright white Nullfire, burning away the magical energies of anything caught in it. Standing within the cone can quickly separate an opponent from their magic, lasting for about eight seconds after they extinguish themselves; the fire also applies a physically numbing chill, depriving them of some measure of physical coordination until they regain some warmth. She can also shape this roar into a thin, very long beam that fires in a single direction. Its effects last twice as long in this form, but it is much more susceptible to being dodged, due to the much thinner area, and can only strike one foe.

This roar is rather taxing, so using it more than once or twice in a fight will wear her down very quickly.

Magic Rank:

B? A? B.5?

We'll call her B
Equipment:

Lillian doesn’t hold onto much, but one of her few possessions is her face mask, which she seemingly never takes off. It covers the bottom half of her face, and the entirety of her jaw. It doesn’t seem particularly special for a face mask.

She also wears a pair of necklaces underneath her clothing - one belonged to her father, and the other her mother.

Strengths:

• Even though Lillian hasn’t picked back up her desire to learn, she still holds a great sense of determination and focus within her, which allows her to ignore distractions when she really needs to get something done. It’s rather difficult to get under her skin in battle - she expects cruelty and is prepared to take it in stride.
• Even if she’s probably not the most experienced or well-trained mage on the battlefield, the innate nature of her magic makes her a formidable adversary to most opponents. Though some would argue this makes her a target in certain cases.
• Lilliana is more of a strategic mind than one that wants to go all-out into the opponent - which synergies well with her magic. She’s a quick thinker, and can usually come up with a plan to use the resources immediately available to the best effect possible.

Weaknesses:

• Lillian’s Dragon Slayer Magic is very difficult for her to project offensively, and almost all uses of it outside of physical enhancement are restricted to defensive technique, forcing her to get real creative if she wants to go on the offense. The numbing effects at range are still useful offensively tbh
• The Dragon Magic inside her manifests in a unique way, but also in a hindering one. Since the event that caused her to develop her Dragon Appendages, she has been unable to alter her physique in any way with her Dragon Slayer Magic. It is thought that she is completely incapable of attaining any alternate means of dragon form, unlike other Slayers. If this is a reference to dual element mode, she still kinda gets access in a way but only temporarily and conditionally.
• Most of Lillian’s spell arsenal doesn't have the greatest range - or any way to quickly close distance.

Personality:

Lillian is a more reserved person than her younger self. Her enthusiasm for learning and life in general has been put on the back burner for some time now, and her main focus is to survive in what she sees as an unforgiving world. She tends to not engage others in conversation as she has some trust issues, but wont flat out ignore those who talk to her. Not that many do - she doesn’t appear the most hospitable of people, usually wearing a mask and sitting by her lonesome - something she has grown accustomed to. runninggag.exe

Those who do manage to get a response out of her will generally be met with somewhat curt responses. Unless of course, they choose to make her mad, which will cause her to develop a sharp tongue - a trait she developed only over the last year or so.
Rarely, one may find Lillian being more talkative when drawn into something that particularly interests her - but this is usually short-lived as she stops herself when she notices.

History:

History

Lillian’s life has been a lot different than most people’s. Sure, as a child she had a caring father, and a roof to sleep under, and food on the table when she was hungry. But that’s pretty much the extent of its normality -- not that you could expect any more from someone who was born into a Dark Guild. This makes three former Dark Guild members now. I wonder if that's a topic that ever comes up in casual conversation at the guild.

Her parents, Kalius and Lilith Drew, were each mages, and each the result of rough childhoods of their own. Two factors which aided in pushing them towards their place in a Dark Guild. The two met relatively early in each of their times within the guild, but it wasn’t until some eight years later that they romanticized one another and eventually came to bare a child in little Lilliana. It was both one of the happiest and saddest days in the life of Kalius, as he received his baby daughter, but in the same hand lost his wife to unforeseen birth complications. Despite the dread that overtook him, he persisted in trying to raise his daughter in his wife’s memory.

From that day Lillian’s life moved forward under her father’s care, until she could learn to talk, and walk, and eventually begin actual schooling. Over the years her father watched over her, spending the money he and his wife had saved so that he wouldn’t have to leave to go attend his job in the guild - but once she began school he too began again, telling Lillian some details about his work whenever she got curious, but always saying “You’ll see more when you’re older.” when she got too excited.

It seemed “older” wouldn’t be too far off, either. At the very beginning of her teen years, Lillian’s father told her of the power that had been put within her when she was very young -- the power of a Dragon Slayer - just like him. She was somewhat confused, curious, and ecstatic all at the same time as he began to tell her of what training he had planned for her. I am also confused here. I read your PM but does this mean a lacrima was put in her? He was a little surprised at how readily she took on his instruction as they began to experiment with her magic, testing the waters. Over her years in school, coming home was her favorite part of the day, but likely for a different reason than most students. As soon as she got home she would seek out her father, the energy that had been drained by the school day flaring back to life within her. Even on days he wasn’t there, she would train by herself if she could.

As the years passed eventually her father thought she would be ready to take on her first official mission for the guild. Accompanying them on the mission would be one of the other higher ranking members(just like her father, but younger) of the guild, Tygan, whom seemed to have an alright relationship with her dad.
The mission was simple. Ward off some villagers from their homes and then ransack the place as they scattered. Sounded rather easy, considering none of the villager had any magical abilities, according to their information. And it was indeed easy - the only problem was, Tygan didn’t really follow the plan. The Dark guild mage took his Fire Magic to the houses, setting them ablaze without even a warning to those inside, right in front of Kalius and his daughter. Now, Kalius wasn’t a good man. In fact, he was by definition a bad man. But he didn’t burn innocent people alive for no reason - especially not women and children.

Lillian’s dad called for the other mage to stop - to no avail, of course. He took it upon himself to put his own magic to use, blasting a furious stream of white flames out of his mouth and coating Tygan’s flames in his own, the former blaze being snuffed out almost immediately as Lillian watched. This obviously angered the other mage, who had a word of two to jab at Kalius - who spoke back with just as much vigor. The two were locked in a stalemate until Tygan relaxed his shoulders and let out a laugh, patting Kalius on the shoulder as he walked away from the scorched homes.
“The girl has made you soft, Kalius.” Dialogue in a history section? Of course it will be long lol

Kalius led his daughter away from the stemmed wreckage of the village and back home, seemingly no longer interested in the job. This method of training carried on for a few years, Kalius trying his best to separate his daughter from Tygan’s antics, Lillian growing more magically independent as time grew on. It wasn’t until an especially large mission that Lillian met Tygan once again - though this time there were other mages coming along with the trio, so Kalius felt confident it wouldn’t go as badly as missions with him had been over the years.
He was wrong. In fact, sone of the other mages joined in on his cruelty. Kalius wasn’t new to this spectacle, but only now - when he had his daughter to influence and teach - did he realize how wrong it was to affiliate with these people. He stopped the carnage once again with his Nullfire, earning more than one skeptical look from the other mages as they shrugged off his attempt at peacekeeping and moved on.

It was some months later that Lilliana found herself on her way home from town, groceries and weekly supplies in her arms - but only until she looked into the sky and saw a thick pillar of billowing black smoke ascending into the sky from above their secluded home. She dropped her things and ran home as fast as she could where her father was waiting for her return.

And was he waiting. Lillian saw the smoke grow thicker as she closed in on the home and saw the roaring flames that coating the home from base to roof. She felt her heart jump into her throat as she saw the intensity of the damage. She panicked as she tried to look through the windows, to no avail. She heard a call as she rounded the house, trying to find some way of seeing if her father was caught in the flames. She ran around to the back of the house and found him lying on the ground, trying to drag himself to his feet, attempting to use a tree as support. She rushed over to try and help him up into a sitting position against the tree, looking over him. He was burned horribly. Most of his skin was burned off and he groaned repeatedly in agony at each repeating, quick movement of his chest. She burst into tears as she saw his condition. There was no hope of his survival. She sat with him for many minutes, crying and trying to comfort him in any way she could.

After a fashion, it was clear he was passing.

“Go.” He voiced. It sounded like speaking took everything he had left in him.

Lillian looked up, trying to see his burned and torn face through her tears. “What? No. No. I can’t.”

“Go...away from here.” He croaked. “You know...what.. I’ve taught you..” He gasped out in pain as he spoke.

“I can’t leave you, dad.”

He remained silent for a short while, the only sound between the two of them the sounds of his pained breaths and the burning, collapsing house nearby.

“Your mother...would be so proud...of you.”

As he spoke his last breath, she gasped out a cry and felt it catch in her throat as a faint chill ran over her skin. The color in his eyes began to fade more than she ever thought was possible before his eyes closed, a weird feeling falling gently to the pit of her stomach. See what I mean about dialogue? Nothing wrong with it, just pointing out that short backstories and dialogue don't mix.

It took Lillian several hours to pull herself off the tear-laden ground. She didn’t know what to do. Everything she had known was...her father was gone. She had nobody else.

She spent that night propped up against the tree directly opposite her father, her eyes still glossed over and dropping tears onto her pants. Each movement of the leaves in the corner of her vision caused her eyes to snap up to her father. She hoped against all hope that he would somehow get up and be okay. But he wouldn’t. When she woke up around noon after collapsing from exhaustion, he hadn’t moved an inch.

It took her every bit of willpower she had left to stand up. And then she walked. Where? She didn’t know. Somewhere.

She walked for a while, and it gave her time to try and think. So many emotions swam through her head and she didn’t know what to feel besides sorrow. But eventually one emotion broke through. Rage. How did this happen? Who did this? Why would someone do this? It had to be someone. She recalled the last conversation her father had with one guild member specifically - Tygan. It had been a pretty...heated..

Her emotions became enflamed with rage and her body moved before she could even think about it. Her feet hit the ground hard one in front of the other as she sprinted towards the guild. She didn’t care that she had felt far too exhausted to run before - her anger fueled her and her body felt numb as he ran and ran.

She entered the town and kept running right down the street towards the guild. As she grew closer it took every speck of willpower she had to slow her pace to a fast walk. Her eyes flicked to a stand as she passed by it, her hand darting out to swipe a blade off of the stand. She tucked it into the back of her belt as she pushed the guild doors open and didn’t break stride as her eyes ripped through the room, looking for...him.

Her footsteps sounded across the wood and she knew people were looking at her, but she didn’t care to look at them. She walked across the room to where he sat, bot caring to stop for a single step.

“YOU!” She screamed.

The man reared his ugly face and looked back, with a momentary look of intrigue before his face settled into a half-smug grin of realization. “Oh hello there, Ms. Drew. What brings you-“

She never stopped. She was upon him before he could finish standing and she grasped the blade behind her back, drawing it out and earning a wide-eyed look from the mage. His words caught in his throat -- and then so did the knife. His hand raised as the blade just began to pierce his flesh, the air in front of it broiling before exploding into a gush of liquid flame damn this dude just napalmed her that slammed into Lilliana, completing engulfing her arm and part of her jaw as the older mage misjudged his shot in his moment of panic. Both of them fell to the ground, one screaming in pain and the other completely silent.

Lilliana tried to stem the burning magic even as it seared and melted through her flesh, only managing to do so after it was far too late to save her arm. Her vision blurred as she expelled the energy from her body, her peripheral swimming with movement and even the sound of her own groans of agony growing feint. She weakly tried to move her arms to try and get up, but only one of them moved. She felt her body roll over onto her back and her head rest against the wooden floor in the middle of the guild as her woulds begged her for mercy. It wasn’t long before she lost consciousness.

She woke up somewhere else. She was looking up at the sky. She was wet. She tried to more her head, only for a groan to escape her lips. Did she hit her head that hard when she fell? She willed herself to look around, and found the she was lying on a riverbank, mud clinging to her clothes and an unforgiving bed of rocks beneath her. The guild must’ve dumped her here to die lucky. Her eyes moved to her arm.

And she almost shoved it away. It...didn’t look like the burns her father had. Her arm was - she slowly reached towards it with her other hand. She placed her hand on it, and it felt rough. Coarse. She slid her hand down the arm, expecting a deep painful sensation, but she felt nothing. Oddly enough, her arm felt.. scaly. It had wide, thin, black scales plated up it, encompassing what should be her right arm. She looked down and her hand looked the same, ending in dull-clawed fingers. What was happening to her? Had Tygan done this? No.. why would he?

She tried to stand using her left arm for support, but found her body exhausted. She tried again, placing the blackened hand against the mud and rocks, and pushed herself up until she could manage to find her footing. Once again, she walked. She didn’t know where she was or where she was going, but she walked. Better hide that arm, we know from the canon that villagers assume the worst about funny looking arms.

Eventually she found her way to a place she’d been to only one or two times before - Crocus. It was almost a year later there that she joined her first legitimate guild: Fenixtear. It’s been a weird few months since she joined, but she at least feels relatively safe.

Extra:

• Lilliana’s voice is rather discernible among a group. It sounds somewhat husky and gravely mixed with her normal voice, though still retaining a feminine tone. A result of her burnt vocal cords being repaired by the dragon’s power within her. It is a bizarre feature, but is generally considered pleasant upon the ears by those she meets.

• Her eyes were originally a bright, vibrant blue. Now only her left eye has this feature.

• Rennus, the dragon that Lillian and her father both draw their magic from, goes by two titles: The 'Betrayer Dragon' and the 'Null Dragon'.

• Nullfire^*: Nullfire is a form of Nullification magic that takes the shape of bright white flames. These flames produce no heat, but produce healthy amounts of light, and when touched they sap magical energy and induce ice cold temperature upon the afflicted. In most other ways, Nullfire behaves exactly like normal fire - except it is unhindered by magic, even of the water variety.

That's a big use of the Extra section. Bonus points. Though I assume that Nullfire can be smothered to be put out, yeah?

You weren't kidding about the long history. I wasn't too keen on the idea of a Null Dragon Slayer when you were describing it in the Discord but after going through this sheet I'm really not bothered by it. After you make the few updates I asked for you can move her over to the Characters tab.

@Bartimaeus

@j8cob

Alrighty, made those small edits. As for your other inquiries:

- Yes, spells can spillover the borders of the Nullfire Wall if they’re large enough, but the rest is, naturally, still absorbed.

- Null Dragon’s Eye is a passive effect. It does require her to visually focus on a target/source of magic if they’re outside of her proximity range, however. Pretty much this means one person/small clustered group can be examined at a time.

- Null Dragon’s Arm is what Lillian considers her most powerful tool, and the one she is best at utilizing. Generally she can use it to defend against most spells by tearing them in half or worse, but just like Nullfire wall, there can be spillover.

- In reference to her second weakness, I was more referring to other Dragon Slayers’ abilities to alter their body using their magic - perhaps to change their form into their element, or develop dragon features such as wings, tails, etc. But what you said can apply too, makes sense to me.

- Yes, her Dragon Slayer Magic capabilities stem from a Lacrima she was bestowed as a child.

- Yes, Nullfire can be smothered just as natural fire can, just likely not by magic. In fact if you’re set ablaze by it you have to snuff it out before you can use your magic, like in Null Dragon’s Roar and Nullfire Wall.

I think I responded to everything ^^

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Was a little difficult to come up with spells for this’n but here she is cx
I probably missed something somewhere or have tons of errors, but meh, here you go.

Keen to hear thoughts on her

Edited:

Lilliana

Lillian

Name:

Lilliana “Lillian” Drew

Age:

22

Guild Mark Location:

Left Shoulder - Black

Magic Type:

Null Dragon Slayer Magic

A Dragon Slayer magic that allows Lillian to take on the aspects of the Null Dragon, Rennus. This Dragon Slayer magic type nearly exclusively grants magic-disrupting abilities, with other uses being few and far between.
Unlike other Dragon Slayer magics, this one does not possess a traditional element, but is instead immune to and can consume Nullification Magic. The main emission of this type of Dragon Slayer is “Nullfire”, a usually-harmless flame that saps magic and applies a very cold, numbing chill.

Spells:

Magooc

Enhanced Physique

Being a Dragon Slayer Mage offers more than just raw magical power. As a Dragon Slayer, Lillian has greater speed, strength, and durability than most other mages -- unfortunately, it seems a large portion of these benefits were transferred exclusively to her Dragon Arm; though this does make it shockingly powerful. She also has very impressive senses of hearing and smell, as normal for her kind.

Null Dragon’s Eye

Lillian’s right eye was replaced with a blessing of the Betrayer Dragon, Rennus. Her eye appears to be clouded over with white, making her appear to be blind in one eye. In actual fact, this eye can see much better than one may think. Through the dragon’s blessing, Lillian is capable of seeing the magic around her and determining its strength and purpose. This can be used to gauge an individual’s power level, their general magical affinity, and sometimes to even sense their attacks before they make them, should they be very powerful. She doesn’t actually have to focus on her target to gauge these things, but if she isn’t, she must be within about five yards of them.

Null Dragon’s Arm

Lillian’s right arm was replaced with a blessing of the Betrayer Dragon, Rennus. This fully-functioning arm is covered in the pitch-black scales of the Dragon, granting her a constant tool with which she can defend herself from harm. The scaly hide is rather thick and tough, protecting itself from a wide range of physical blows and elements. Additionally, not only does it defend against magic as readily as normal dragon scale, it is infused with the powers of the Null Dragon, allowing her to sap the magic from things within her reach(for as long as she touches them), or even cut through magic with normally mundane strikes. The claws can also make for rather deadly weapons.

Null Dragon’s Maw

Underneath Lillian’s mask is a lower jaw borne of dragon hide and covered in pitch black scales. This maw encompasses one of her least used and most niche techniques, as it is only usable against other Dragon Slayer Mages - but when she does get the opportunity to use it, it is quite handy. She is able to consume the magic of other Dragon Slayer Mages as if she were their elemental type - though she gains only half immunity to their element when she does so. In addition, as long as she retains their element(which she can do for up to eight hours) she can pierce their immunity to their own element, and infuse her magic with their element. She cannot relinquish an element willfully, and can only hold one foreign element at a time. While holding a foreign element she cannot consume any other element besides her original.

Nullification Bolt

Lilliana’s only means of consistent interaction at range - though it doesn’t even do damage. A small, manually-guided bolt of Nullfire that she uses to slightly weaken magic attacks, as well as mages, before they strike. The bolt moves quite fast and has a small but noticeable impact strength, which can be used to knock people off balance.

Nullfire Wall

Lilliana sprouts a bright white wall of Nullfire from a surface, or even floating in the air, nearby. This wall is technically trespass-able, but any who touch it will find their body inflamed in Nullfire, turning their skin ice-cold and numb, sapping their coordination. Any magic hoping to pass through the wall will be absorbed and used to halt trespass, dependent on the absorbed magic. She can also shape this wall into a dome, but it is only capable of encompassing two people, and is more of an elliptical shape than a dome.
_{(Wall is an adjustable shape roughly 8ft x 8ft)}

Manableed

Lillian soaks her claws in magic, readying herself to attack anyone within her melee range within the next couple minutes. Anyone struck with her claws while this is active will find their wound begins to leak magic energy whenever they use their Magic, increasing the energy cost of their spells by a factor of roughly one-fourth. They will also find the wound rather difficult to heal, as the magic infused within negates magical regeneration and healing magic.

Null Dragon’s Roar

Lillian draws in air through her mouth before releasing a wide cone of bright white Nullfire, burning away the magical energies of anything caught in it. Standing within the cone can quickly separate an opponent from their magic, lasting for about eight seconds after they extinguish themselves; the fire also applies a physically numbing chill, depriving them of some measure of physical coordination until they regain some warmth. She can also shape this roar into a thin, very long beam that fires in a single direction. Its effects last twice as long in this form, but it is much more susceptible to being dodged, due to the much thinner area, and can only strike one foe.

This roar is rather taxing, so using it more than once or twice in a fight will wear her down very quickly.

Magic Rank:

B

Equipment:

Lillian doesn’t hold onto much, but one of her few possessions is her face mask, which she seemingly never takes off. It covers the bottom half of her face, and the entirety of her jaw. It doesn’t seem particularly special for a face mask.

She also wears a pair of necklaces underneath her clothing - one belonged to her father, and the other her mother.

Strengths:

• Even though Lillian hasn’t picked back up her desire to learn, she still holds a great sense of determination and focus within her, which allows her to ignore distractions when she really needs to get something done. It’s rather difficult to get under her skin in battle - she expects cruelty and is prepared to take it in stride.
• Even if she’s probably not the most experienced or well-trained mage on the battlefield, the innate nature of her magic makes her a formidable adversary to most opponents. Though some would argue this makes her a target in certain cases.
• Lilliana is more of a strategic mind than one that wants to go all-out into the opponent - which synergies well with her magic. She’s a quick thinker, and can usually come up with a plan to use the resources immediately available to the best effect possible.

Weaknesses:

• Lillian’s Dragon Slayer Magic is very difficult for her to project offensively, and almost all uses of it outside of physical enhancement are restricted to defensive technique, forcing her to get real creative if she wants to go on the offense.
• The Dragon Magic inside her manifests in a unique way, but also in a hindering one. Since the event that caused her to develop her Dragon Appendages, she has been unable to alter her physique in any way with her Dragon Slayer Magic. It is thought that she is completely incapable of attaining any alternate means of dragon form, unlike other Slayers.
• Most of Lillian’s spell arsenal doesn't have the greatest range - or any way to quickly close distance.

Personality:

Lillian is a more reserved person than her younger self. Her enthusiasm for learning and life in general has been put on the back burner for some time now, and her main focus is to survive in what she sees as an unforgiving world. She tends to not engage others in conversation as she has some trust issues, but wont flat out ignore those who talk to her. Not that many do - she doesn’t appear the most hospitable of people, usually wearing a mask and sitting by her lonesome - something she has grown accustomed to.

Those who do manage to get a response out of her will generally be met with somewhat curt responses. Unless of course, they choose to make her mad, which will cause her to develop a sharp tongue - a trait she developed only over the last year or so.
Rarely, one may find Lillian being more talkative when drawn into something that particularly interests her - but this is usually short-lived as she stops herself when she notices.

History:

History

Lillian’s life has been a lot different than most people’s. Sure, as a child she had a caring father, and a roof to sleep under, and food on the table when she was hungry. But that’s pretty much the extent of its normality -- not that you could expect any more from someone who was born into a Dark Guild.

Her parents, Kalius and Lilith Drew, were each mages, and each the result of rough childhoods of their own. Two factors which aided in pushing them towards their place in a Dark Guild. The two met relatively early in each of their times within the guild, but it wasn’t until some eight years later that they romanticized one another and eventually came to bare a child in little Lilliana. It was both one of the happiest and saddest days in the life of Kalius, as he received his baby daughter, but in the same hand lost his wife to unforeseen birth complications. Despite the dread that overtook him, he persisted in trying to raise his daughter in his wife’s memory.

From that day Lillian’s life moved forward under her father’s care, until she could learn to talk, and walk, and eventually begin actual schooling. Over the years her father watched over her, spending the money he and his wife had saved so that he wouldn’t have to leave to go attend his job in the guild - but once she began school he too began again, telling Lillian some details about his work whenever she got curious, but always saying “You’ll see more when you’re older.” when she got too excited.

It seemed “older” wouldn’t be too far off, either. At the very beginning of her teen years, Lillian’s father told her of the power that had been put within her when she was very young -- the power of a Dragon Slayer - just like him. She was somewhat confused, curious, and ecstatic all at the same time as he began to tell her of what training he had planned for her. He was a little surprised at how readily she took on his instruction as they began to experiment with her magic, testing the waters. Over her years in school, coming home was her favorite part of the day, but likely for a different reason than most students. As soon as she got home she would seek out her father, the energy that had been drained by the school day flaring back to life within her. Even on days he wasn’t there, she would train by herself if she could.

As the years passed eventually her father thought she would be ready to take on her first official mission for the guild. Accompanying them on the mission would be one of the other higher ranking members(just like her father, but younger) of the guild, Tygan, whom seemed to have an alright relationship with her dad.
The mission was simple. Ward off some villagers from their homes and then ransack the place as they scattered. Sounded rather easy, considering none of the villager had any magical abilities, according to their information. And it was indeed easy - the only problem was, Tygan didn’t really follow the plan. The Dark guild mage took his Fire Magic to the houses, setting them ablaze without even a warning to those inside, right in front of Kalius and his daughter. Now, Kalius wasn’t a good man. In fact, he was by definition a bad man. But he didn’t burn innocent people alive for no reason - especially not women and children.

Lillian’s dad called for the other mage to stop - to no avail, of course. He took it upon himself to put his own magic to use, blasting a furious stream of white flames out of his mouth and coating Tygan’s flames in his own, the former blaze being snuffed out almost immediately as Lillian watched. This obviously angered the other mage, who had a word of two to jab at Kalius - who spoke back with just as much vigor. The two were locked in a stalemate until Tygan relaxed his shoulders and let out a laugh, patting Kalius on the shoulder as he walked away from the scorched homes.
“The girl has made you soft, Kalius.”

Kalius led his daughter away from the stemmed wreckage of the village and back home, seemingly no longer interested in the job. This method of training carried on for a few years, Kalius trying his best to separate his daughter from Tygan’s antics, Lillian growing more magically independent as time grew on. It wasn’t until an especially large mission that Lillian met Tygan once again - though this time there were other mages coming along with the trio, so Kalius felt confident it wouldn’t go as badly as missions with him had been over the years.
He was wrong. In fact, sone of the other mages joined in on his cruelty. Kalius wasn’t new to this spectacle, but only now - when he had his daughter to influence and teach - did he realize how wrong it was to affiliate with these people. He stopped the carnage once again with his Nullfire, earning more than one skeptical look from the other mages as they shrugged off his attempt at peacekeeping and moved on.

It was some months later that Lilliana found herself on her way home from town, groceries and weekly supplies in her arms - but only until she looked into the sky and saw a thick pillar of billowing black smoke ascending into the sky from above their secluded home. She dropped her things and ran home as fast as she could where her father was waiting for her return.

And was he waiting. Lillian saw the smoke grow thicker as she closed in on the home and saw the roaring flames that coating the home from base to roof. She felt her heart jump into her throat as she saw the intensity of the damage. She panicked as she tried to look through the windows, to no avail. She heard a call as she rounded the house, trying to find some way of seeing if her father was caught in the flames. She ran around to the back of the house and found him lying on the ground, trying to drag himself to his feet, attempting to use a tree as support. She rushed over to try and help him up into a sitting position against the tree, looking over him. He was burned horribly. Most of his skin was burned off and he groaned repeatedly in agony at each repeating, quick movement of his chest. She burst into tears as she saw his condition. There was no hope of his survival. She sat with him for many minutes, crying and trying to comfort him in any way she could.

After a fashion, it was clear he was passing.

“Go.” He voiced. It sounded like speaking took everything he had left in him.

Lillian looked up, trying to see his burned and torn face through her tears. “What? No. No. I can’t.”

“Go...away from here.” He croaked. “You know...what.. I’ve taught you..” He gasped out in pain as he spoke.

“I can’t leave you, dad.”

He remained silent for a short while, the only sound between the two of them the sounds of his pained breaths and the burning, collapsing house nearby.

“Your mother...would be so proud...of you.”

As he spoke his last breath, she gasped out a cry and felt it catch in her throat as a faint chill ran over her skin. The color in his eyes began to fade more than she ever thought was possible before his eyes closed, a weird feeling falling gently to the pit of her stomach.

It took Lillian several hours to pull herself off the tear-laden ground. She didn’t know what to do. Everything she had known was...her father was gone. She had nobody else.

She spent that night propped up against the tree directly opposite her father, her eyes still glossed over and dropping tears onto her pants. Each movement of the leaves in the corner of her vision caused her eyes to snap up to her father. She hoped against all hope that he would somehow get up and be okay. But he wouldn’t. When she woke up around noon after collapsing from exhaustion, he hadn’t moved an inch.

It took her every bit of willpower she had left to stand up. And then she walked. Where? She didn’t know. Somewhere.

She walked for a while, and it gave her time to try and think. So many emotions swam through her head and she didn’t know what to feel besides sorrow. But eventually one emotion broke through. Rage. How did this happen? Who did this? Why would someone do this? It had to be someone. She recalled the last conversation her father had with one guild member specifically - Tygan. It had been a pretty...heated..

Her emotions became enflamed with rage and her body moved before she could even think about it. Her feet hit the ground hard one in front of the other as she sprinted towards the guild. She didn’t care that she had felt far too exhausted to run before - her anger fueled her and her body felt numb as he ran and ran.

She entered the town and kept running right down the street towards the guild. As she grew closer it took every speck of willpower she had to slow her pace to a fast walk. Her eyes flicked to a stand as she passed by it, her hand darting out to swipe a blade off of the stand. She tucked it into the back of her belt as she pushed the guild doors open and didn’t break stride as her eyes ripped through the room, looking for...him.

Her footsteps sounded across the wood and she knew people were looking at her, but she didn’t care to look at them. She walked across the room to where he sat, bot caring to stop for a single step.

“YOU!” She screamed.

The man reared his ugly face and looked back, with a momentary look of intrigue before his face settled into a half-smug grin of realization. “Oh hello there, Ms. Drew. What brings you-“

She never stopped. She was upon him before he could finish standing and she grasped the blade behind her back, drawing it out and earning a wide-eyed look from the mage. His words caught in his throat -- and then so did the knife. His hand raised as the blade just began to pierce his flesh, the air in front of it broiling before exploding into a gush of liquid flame that slammed into Lilliana, completing engulfing her arm and part of her jaw as the older mage misjudged his shot in his moment of panic. Both of them fell to the ground, one screaming in pain and the other completely silent.

Lilliana tried to stem the burning magic even as it seared and melted through her flesh, only managing to do so after it was far too late to save her arm. Her vision blurred as she expelled the energy from her body, her peripheral swimming with movement and even the sound of her own groans of agony growing feint. She weakly tried to move her arms to try and get up, but only one of them moved. She felt her body roll over onto her back and her head rest against the wooden floor in the middle of the guild as her woulds begged her for mercy. It wasn’t long before she lost consciousness.

She woke up somewhere else. She was looking up at the sky. She was wet. She tried to more her head, only for a groan to escape her lips. Did she hit her head that hard when she fell? She willed herself to look around, and found the she was lying on a riverbank, mud clinging to her clothes and an unforgiving bed of rocks beneath her. The guild must’ve dumped her here to die. Her eyes moved to her arm.

And she almost shoved it away. It...didn’t look like the burns her father had. Her arm was - she slowly reached towards it with her other hand. She placed her hand on it, and it felt rough. Coarse. She slid her hand down the arm, expecting a deep painful sensation, but she felt nothing. Oddly enough, her arm felt.. scaly. It had wide, thin, black scales plated up it, encompassing what should be her right arm. She looked down and her hand looked the same, ending in dull-clawed fingers. What was happening to her? Had Tygan done this? No.. why would he?

She tried to stand using her left arm for support, but found her body exhausted. She tried again, placing the blackened hand against the mud and rocks, and pushed herself up until she could manage to find her footing. Once again, she walked. She didn’t know where she was or where she was going, but she walked.

Eventually she found her way to a place she’d been to only one or two times before - Crocus. It was almost a year later there that she joined her first legitimate guild: Fenixtear. It’s been a weird few months since she joined, but she at least feels relatively safe.

Extra:

• Lilliana’s voice is rather discernible among a group. It sounds somewhat husky and gravely mixed with her normal voice, though still retaining a feminine tone. A result of her burnt vocal cords being repaired by the dragon’s power within her. It is a bizarre feature, but is generally considered pleasant upon the ears by those she meets.

• Her eyes were originally a bright, vibrant blue. Now only her left eye has this feature.

• Rennus, the dragon that Lillian and her father both draw their magic from, goes by two titles: The 'Betrayer Dragon' and the 'Null Dragon'.

• Nullfire^*: Nullfire is a form of Nullification magic that takes the shape of bright white flames. These flames produce no heat, but produce healthy amounts of light, and when touched they sap magical energy and induce ice cold temperature upon the afflicted. In most other ways, Nullfire behaves exactly like normal fire - except it is unhindered by magic, even of the water variety.

~ Attack on Titan: The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

Revel Belrose

With: Everyone, Charles Dujardin (@Inkarnate)
Location: Training Ground || Within Wall Maria

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The remainder of the instructor’s inquisition saw Revel remaining quiet in place, muscles relaxed but still at attention. Despite her rather composed visage, a small part of her was hoping Maurer wouldn’t loop back around through the formation and target her. She recognized that the instructor’s methods were probably supposed to be some sort of toughening routine, but she felt she’d had enough of that back home. Regardless, when she heard the call for dismissal she released a quiet sigh and let her arms fall to her sides before giving her extremities a few quick stretches and wiping some small drops of sweat off her brow.

She scanned the group of cadets who were all heading whichever way they pleased for whichever affairs they needed to attend to. They, understandably, seemed much more relaxed now that they weren’t within range of the instructor’s ire. As was she, as she left the spot she’d been standing and started to stroll towards what stood as a track. Her gaze floated over the rows of cabins that the cadets were expected to lodge in; she didn’t really fancy the idea of sharing a living area with multiple other people, but she supposed she didn’t really have a choice. Though in all honesty, she had no clue what it’d be like - she’d always been an only child, and sleep overs weren’t really her thing. Whether it ending up being a nuisance or not, something so trivial wasn’t going to stop from her accomplishing her goals.

As she stepped aside to avoid another cadet, her eyes were drawn to the few individuals who weren’t moving from their places. Poor lads, they were; punished for something they didn’t even do. It wasn’t like it’d kill them, in fact it would likely be good for them, but she doubted they would be grateful to the one who’d earned them the run. It wasn’t really her place to worry, though, as she was about to make her own run-

Revel paused as she witnessed someone shoulder-check a daydreaming cadet to the ground, painting his bottom with mud and dirt. Her eyes followed the perpetrator - a girl with long, blond hair who seemed rather unconcerned with the response she’d earn as she trotted away. She turned her head back to fallen cadet, looking more closely before realizing he was the one who’d caused the trouble in the formation moments before.

Ah. She thought with a hint of realization.

She found herself wandering what exactly his deal was. Apparently he felt the need to sass the instructor in some way. Was he ignorant? A troublemaker, maybe? She noted his somewhat spruce appearance, despite his now-muddied rump, pegging him as maybe an upper-class individual. Yeah...probably some pampered momma’s boy. She felt ready to wince as she imagined what sort of things he’d be subjected to that he definitely wouldn’t enjoy - were she correct about him, that was. Her brain did wonder a bit as to why he’d be joining the corps, but she felt at least a little bad for him regardless, considering how poorly it’d started for him. Before she even realized it she saw her own hand stretched out in front of her, offering to help him up.

At least he had already been in her path; she didn’t have to go out of her way.
“Hey.” She said to call his attention, her voice sounding rather flat. Soon enough, he took her hand, her grip wrapping tightly around his own hand to pull him up. The second he was on his feet, Revel withdrew her hand. She flicked off some of the mud off her as he spoke.

“Thank you, miss. Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

Hm. Maybe she’d thought wrong. A coddled kid would probably be a bit more upset at the state of things not going his way. He didn’t seem to be, based on his admittedly awkward smile, which Revel did not return, instead keeping her usual neutral expression. She released air through her nose at his comment.

“Yeah, well, you probably should.”

He was right that he couldn’t blame anyone. He’d brought it upon himself. Even if he hadn’t know he’d have his peers turned against him, speaking out in the manner he had was sure to accrue some form of disciplining. The manner in which it was dealt here was simply more indirect - yet arguably more impactful. She followed his gaze in the direction the girl went, but he didn’t seem keen on getting back at her. Revel was a little surprised to hear him stand by what he’d done. Even though he’d misfortuned others and himself, with seemingly no good done to show for it, he seemed either too stubborn or too self-righteous to care. Not that she thought that poorly of him - he seemed rather genuine based on how he spoke.

The taller girl looked him up and down as he straightened his collar, offering his name. Charles Dujardin. She had a feeling the name would be commonplace amongst the cadets, whether he liked it or not. He’d already made some enemies, it seemed, and it didn’t look like he was all that keen on changing his behavior based on how he stood by it. She wondered if he would be able to make it through the training.

She let out another, ever-so-slightly amused breath through her nose at what she thought was a rather dumb question. “No.” She responded bluntly as her feet began to carry her away from the conversation and back on her path towards the parade route. She hadn’t really intended to talk to him much, he was just in the way, so she might as well have helped him up.

~ Attack on Titan: The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

Revel Belrose

With: Everyone
Location: Training Ground

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Revel stood almost stock still as the instructor advanced down the line of would-be soldiers, fresh recruits, most of whom were shaking in their boots as they listened to Maurer’s voice boom out over them. In all honesty, she was having a little trouble containing herself -- more trouble than she’d had in quite a while. Not because of what was going on around her, but because she was...kinda excited. It was the first time she’d been so distanced from her stepfather since he’d become.. well, a deadbeat. It felt freeing.

Even so, this wasn’t exactly the best environment to be celebrating the new sense of freedom. Out of the frying pan into the fire, as they say. Her eyes drifted over to the movement off to her right, falling on the instructor as he seemed to be roasting away at the cadets in rows ahead of her. He seemed tough. Real tough. She’d grown used to being chastised at home at almost every turn - but she wasn’t sure if that built up tolerance would even help her were this man to confront her directly. He seemed much more intrusive than her stepfather.

She tried to pay little mind to loud, jarring methods, telling herself that it’s just a form of intimidation -- he wouldn’t actually do anything besides talk...right? Soon her question was answered and the thought dashed from her mind as the conversation unfolded between the man and a seemingly rather brave cadet. A conversation that ended in laps being handed out to uninvolved recruits at random, chosen by the cadet. Revel mentally paused for a moment - somewhat confused, before realizing that it’d probably be a better long-term punishment for his outbreak than making him do the PT himself. The instructor was obviously rather experienced in his field, which honestly, was to be expected.

She turned her eyes forward as Maurer continued on after the engagement finished, continuing to apply his methods to the rest of the anticipation-soaked students. Eventually he reached her area and she felt her heart besting a little faster. She was probably feeling a bit more calm than a majority of the recruits, but that didn’t mean she wasn't nervous - the thought of being being verbally grilled by a man she didn’t know was all too familiar yet all two nerve-racking for her to just steel herself against. She resisted the urge to tighten or muscles as he passed in front of her. Her eyes remained forward, staring into something that wasn’t there - something she’d come to do often when she was trying to ignore something or stem her reactions.

After some moments of anticipation and waiting for him to leave the area without turning her head to look, she heard his voice boom out from some meters away as he addressed someone. She relaxed her muscles, trying to wash the measures of anxiety from her head as she told herself it was over. Except - it wasn’t over. No, this was just the beginning of their training. And if the lot of them were this twitchy right from the get-go, they had a lot of shaping to undergo. But it didn’t matter to her. She was ready for it. Whatever ‘it’ entailed.