CollectorOfMyst

Rebirth: At World's End

I'm personally thinking some kind of healer at this point in time... I've got a character banked who I want to bring back out, and he'd be a good fit for this, I feel.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

The Second Day - Scott

Scott awoke, his body slightly sore. His search hadn't gone completely as planned last night - he could only carry so much, after all. And he'd tried to lift one too many stones last night if the pain in his arms was any indication. He'd only searched for a couple of hours, but eventually, he felt his mind drifting off. He'd squeezed himself into a crack in the wall, and while it was claustrophobic, it was safer than resting out in the open. At least, he hoped. Nothing had come for him yet, but the cave was dangerous. He needed to get some modicum of safety.

Wriggling a little, he pushed himself out of the crevice, yawning as he did. Had it gotten darker in here? A few glances about the cave told him what he needed to know. Yes, it was a little darker, because the entrance of the cave had caved in. When did that even happen? And the main source of light inside the cave itself, the goblins' fire, had burned down into mostly ashes. That wasn't his problem, though, so really he paid it no mind. He ate a meagre meal of some beetles and moss, before beginning his morning routine.

Admittedly, it wasn't his routine. It was the pixie's. The pixie had been the one who practised flying each morning, but Scott hadn't been aware of himself, then. He had nothing better to do - or rather, no idea of what would be better to do. He might as well spend his time doing something that could be useful.

His memory didn't agree with him.

When he was about halfway between the floor and ceiling, Scott glanced down. Another scene flashed before him. Not stone, but piled dirt and steel scaffolding. Rapidly approaching, rushing up to meet him. And a great deal of pain, for a bare few seconds, before he... passed. He froze up. Lost in memory, he began to fumble. He couldn't. His wings stopped moving, and it started all over again, falling, falling.

The sudden change in situation shook him out of his thoughts. He had to do something. His new instincts drove him to start flapping his wings again before he hit the ground, even though he was already too low to avoid hitting the ground. He cast Shield I. quickly followed by a hard smack. The impact was cushioned a little by his wings slowing him down, in tandem with the shield. But now he hurt all over. For a few minutes, or years, he couldn't tell, he lay there, winded. Running across the stones under him with the flat of his palm, he cast his healing spell.

Your MP is low.

System

Ah... one of those. Guess he needed a Mana Crystal, then. Climbing to his feet, Scott began to flap his wings... and then faltered. No. He'd walk. The wall wasn't that far, anyway. Surely he'd find a cluster over there.

It took a few minutes to get there. As a pixie, every stone was practically a hill, every metre now a mile. Scott truly was an ant in a giant's world. Well, not quite, but you get the idea. He was small, the world was big. He was approaching his goal, in any case... but it appeared someone else would get there first.

He hauled himself over the top of the next rock and spotted what he was looking for - a cluster of crystals. The only ones about, it seemed. Then he caught movement in the corner of his eye. Scott hit the ground, flattening himself to the floor in an attempt to hide. Peering over the edge of the stone, he saw a lizard. Every so often, it would stop and take a look at some of the drained crystals, as if trying to gauge if they were suitable. Which was strange. As far as he knew, lizards weren't magically inclined... they were 'status effecters', right? So what was this one doing?

Wait... hadn't he gotten that knowledge from the Demon King? When his... 'rebirth' options were put before him? Yes, he remembered that. He'd chosen a Pixie because it was able to support from the sidelines. The wisps were also magical, on the offensive. Slimes were your damage sponges, and rats the damage dealers. A classic set up for any RPG team. And as the characters got stronger, their fighting style would change - healers learning how to harm, fighters becoming more agressive or defensive, and quite often, magic played into it as well. That's about when it clicked. If Scott was filling the support role, didn't that mean... he wasn't alone? Surely he couldn't be expected to undertake this kind of journey all by himself. And when he played these games, he always tried to explore what he could do - can you run away from fights? Are empty HP bars equal to death or just a knock-out? Was this someone else in the same situation as him? Trying to explore what they could do?

His curiosity getting the better of him, he took a deep breath, before taking flight, staying low, the tips of his toes just skimming over the ground.

"E-excuse me!" he called.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Scott - The First Week

The pixie didn't do much for the first days of his life. He had the near-overwhelming urge to cause trouble, to make mischief, to sing and laugh and dance. But most of him objected to it. He stayed in his little hollow in the wall, most of the time, sustaining himself from the crystals. They didn't fill his stomach, but they kept him alive. Eventually, though, the crystals near to his 'home' were drained, and he had to venture further afield. It took him some time to work up the courage.

In fact, he only emerged when he noticed that dusk was on its way. Instinct - or was it logic? - told him that most predators would be resting at this time. The goblins, most certainly. He'd seen them once or twice, and their grabbing hands - watched as they tortured a captured moth, twisting off her wings, one by one. He didn't watch them after that. But by the sunset, the pixie darted out and began a search for the soft-glowing crystals; or better yet, something to ease the ache in his belly. And he did. He spied a lizard carcass, some time dead, and gnawed at by what must have been rats. Cautiously, he ripped off a piece and bit down. It might have been raw and unpleasant, but nothing else appeared to happen. His head darting from side to side, he grabbed as much as he could carry in his arms and flew back to the hollow.

The next three days were spent in a similar fashion. At dawn, he'd fly up to the cave ceiling, and practice flying through the jagged stone teeth that hung from it, learning how and when to turn, how to dive, swoop, glide and dodge. There were a few mishaps, but a healing spell or two fixed them. Once the other cave dwellers began to move, he would fly back to his little burrow. And when they returned to their dens and their camps and such, he would fly back out, and search the cave floor for any forgotten meals or recently deceased. Mostly bugs.

And earlier today, just as he was waking, and stretching out, he remembered. All of it at once. Not in an orderly way, mind. It was jumbled and disordered, and nothing made sense. His morning routine forgotten, he sat down in the dust and began writing, remembering what he knew, trying to piece it together. Name. Species. Personality. Human childhood. Pixie 'childhood'. He could sketch and write. He can cast spells and... make enchantments. And... his death. The last was the one he spent the longest dwelling on. He had, quite literally, made a deal with the devil. What that meant for his soul or his past, he didn't know. But he knew that he needed to get to the Palace.

His decision made, he stood, brushing the dirt off of his leggings. That's about when he realised it was dusk. Well, a better time than never to start exploring. He'd need to gather some resources, maybe find something or someone to protect him in case he ran out of mana, things like that. Taking a deep breath, he stood on the threshold of his 'home'. He was leaving behind pretty much everything he knew, in both of his lives. Such was the task at hand. Taking a few steps forward, and a few flutters of his wings, he began the search. Food. Crystals. A weapon. And maybe, just maybe, he could find an ally.

Rebirth: At World's End

We are getting quite a bit of interest here... there may need to be a player limit. I know some people don't make it past the Interest Check, but still, there shouldn't be more characters than can be handled.

Rebirth: At World's End

@Apocalypse Also, Y could have made some great advancement, and Z heard about that maybe a few decades after their death, and tried to emulate them. So when Z meets Y, we just get a fangirl/fanboy moment.
Oh, what if there were like heroes who were enemies of one another?!

I'm getting too deep into this, aren't I?

Rebirth: At World's End

@Apocalypse I mean, could always be somewhat like Avatar: The Last Airbender, in that no Avatar was alive at the same time as another. We have, after all, been resurrected from another time. Why not our own times? There could be established 'eras' where we can fit into different roles - warlords and generals, philosophers and peacemakers, leaders and revolutionaries. A hero is defined by their feats, from drawing their weapon to stowing it away.

Rebirth: At World's End

This seems to have a lot of interest, so you know what? I'll put my rabbit in the hat. Count me in. Now it's just figuring out what kind of character I'll play...

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Scott

Name: Scott Carter – now, just Scott

Theme: Don’t generally use themes ^_^;

Gender: Male

Species: Pixie

Appearance:

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Goals:
Become more confident and open.
Reach the Demon King’s palace and have his questions answered.
Return home.

Past Life:

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Scott Carter is not what you would have called a normal boy. He was different from his peers, even at a young age, but nobody could ever figure out why. The other children shunned him, and his teachers saw him go off on his own more often than not. It persisted for all his life, from primary school and into secondary. He sat at the back of the classroom. Kept his head down in the corridors. Rarely would he speak more than a few words. And always, he was alone.
He had his reasons. For one, he could find people overwhelming. For two, though buried, he had anxieties in abundance. And for a third... solitude was calming, for him. Often, he had a book in his bag or a notepad and pen, that he would read from, sketch in, write on. He saw worlds full of myth or magic, or wondrous technology that defied science itself. He lost himself in these worlds, always straining towards them, but separated by that ink and paper barrier. Those worlds were out of his reach. If only he had had time to see his own.
It came from a childish prank by his classmates. Even more so childish because they, and he, were in Year Eleven at the time. He had been walking home, as usual, paying no attention to the ones following him, when the world went dark. He woke at a construction site – abandoned, from the looks of it. He had three tormentors. They had waited until nightfall, and then tied him to a chair on one of the higher levels. And there they stood, laughing, jeering.
He remembers one of them tipping the chair back over the edge. His heart pounded as he looked at the drop several metres below, but he fought back the desire to scream. He wouldn’t give these boys the satisfaction. Eventually, they stepped back, discussing what else they could do. Scott remembers several minutes of quietly struggling against the school ties and belts the three had used to bind him. He remembers launching himself at one of the three, attempting to knock him down, but getting pushed back. He remembers stumbling backwards into empty space, and a hand, reaching to grab him, save him. He remembers falling.

Abilities:

• Lesser Flight I - 1.7
• Minor Heal I - 1.7
• Muffle I - 1.0
• Scribe I - 1.3
• Shield I - 1.4

Ability Descriptions

• Lesser Flight I -
• Minor Heal I - The most basic of healing spells. In most cases, only surface-level wounds are affected. Cannot cure diseases. May even accelerate certain conditions not healed by the body's natural recovery. Cast upon a single target within eyesight.
• Muffle I - This skill grants you the ability to be just a little bit better at being stealthy, with a focus on reducing the sound of your movements.
• Scribe I - This skill's current rank allows the user to take any spell that they know, and inscribe it upon an object. That item can be used to release the spell at any time and by anyone. The same MP cost of the spell, plus the MP cost of this skill, is used up when enchanting the item.
• Shield I - The most basic of defensive support spells. An aura effect reduces incoming damage, but no physical barrier or counteractive forces are generated. Only natural resistances to damage are reinforced. Can be cast on objects.

Unusuable Abilities

Unspent Skill Points: 3

• Alert - 0.4. Though this skill is limited by the strength of your senses, and does not sharpen your senses on its own, it allows you to become more aware of your surroundings. Without conscious effort, you will pick up on signs in your environment more easily, especially if they present some form of danger to you. Essentially this is an anti-ambush skill.
• Dextrous - 0.4. Your practice with fine manipulation and using your [forepaws, mouth, etc] has earned an unusual skill for your species! Your [hands, mouth, etc] can now be used to manipulate small objects and tools, though you still aren’t strong enough yet to “wield” weapons or pick up very large things.
• Faster - 0.2. Your base speed and movement stats are increased.
• Harder - 0.2. Your base defensive and constitutional stats are increased.
• Keen Ear - 0.1. Expend stamina to increase the range and clarity of physical senses. At this rank it is only barely superhuman but not above that of say, an animal. If all Keen Senses are acquired, they raise the rank of Beast Senses.
• Material Analysis - 0.4. You have developed an eye for determining the qualities of inorganic or non-living objects. At this rank, you will only be able to gain surface information about an object. When used in conjunction with a crafting skill, it may help discover more compatible items.
• Mental Resistance - 0.2. Take less damage from Psychic-type spells or skills, and have a better chance of resisting mind-altering effects such as Confusion or Hypnosis. This counts as an Elemental resistance for the purposes of Magic Resistance.
• Monster Analysis - 0.1. Gain basic biological information about a Monster or its parts by carefully observing it.
• Suppress Presence - 0.1. Using your magical power, you subtly mask your presence from the senses of others around you. By comparison, it's a similar ability to those shy people who seem to disappear at the corner of the crowd's vision as they hover in the corner.
• Stronger - 0.2. Increase your base physical strength stats.
• Use Light Equipment - 0.1. Unranked Skill. Allows the use of smaller weapons, tools, and other items with a degree of proficiency. Requires opposable thumbs or some other method of actually holding the object. Size limitations may be relative.

Transformations:

Inventory:
A pair of green leggings fashioned from the leaves his ‘parents’ abandoned him in. Not much, and not going to last long, but eh. It's modesty.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@Duthguy It either will or won't - for all we know, monster evolution is triggered by level-ups. We certainly wouldn't be back where we first started.

@Zeroth Thanks for having me! I assume this makes me clear for an IC post? ^{_{I'm not sure if it actually came across, but Scott is from England and was 16 or so at the time of.}}

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Originally, I was going to go for a goblin, but at some point I just went, "You know what? Pixie."

Scott

Name: Scott Carter – now, just Scott

Theme: Don’t generally use themes ^_^;

Gender: Male

Species: Pixie

Appearance:

Goals:
Become more confident and open.
Reach the Demon King’s palace and have his questions answered.
Return home.

Past Life:
Scott Carter is not what you would have called a normal boy. He was different from his peers, even at a young age, but nobody could ever figure out why. The other children shunned him, and his teachers saw him go off on his own more often than not. It persisted for all his life, from primary school and into secondary. He sat at the back of the classroom. Kept his head down in the corridors. Rarely would he speak more than a few words. And always, he was alone.
He had his reasons. For one, he could find people overwhelming. For two, though buried, he had anxieties in abundance. And for a third... solitude was calming, for him. Often, he had a book in his bag or a notepad and pen, that he would read from, sketch in, write on. He saw worlds full of myth or magic, or wondrous technology that defied science itself. He lost himself in these worlds, always straining towards them, but separated by that ink and paper barrier. Those worlds were out of his reach. If only he had had time to see his own.
It came from a childish prank by his classmates. Even more so childish because they, and he, were in Year Eleven at the time. He had been walking home, as usual, paying no attention to the ones following him, when the world went dark. He woke at a construction site – abandoned, from the looks of it. He had three tormentors. They had waited until nightfall, and then tied him to a chair on one of the higher levels. And there they stood, laughing, jeering.
He remembers one of them tipping the chair back over the edge. His heart pounded as he looked at the drop several metres below, but he fought back the desire to scream. He wouldn’t give these boys the satisfaction. Eventually, they stepped back, discussing what else they could do. Scott remembers several minutes of quietly struggling against the school ties and belts the three had used to bind him. He remembers launching himself at one of the three, attempting to knock him down, but getting pushed back. He remembers stumbling backwards into empty space, and a hand, reaching to grab him, save him. He remembers falling.

Abilities:

• Minor Heal I
• Lesser Flight I
• Shield I

Transformations:

Inventory:
A pair of green leggings fashioned from the leaves his ‘parents’ abandoned him in. Not much, and not going to last long, but eh. It's modesty.

I hope this is okay. I actually finished this a couple of hours ago, but just now I'm getting around to posting it. Now, it's time for this Brit to go to sleep.