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Name: John Maxwell Gender: Male Age: 17 Personality: Often stoic and thoughtful but by no means cold or apathetic, Maxwell is often misunderstood due to his slightly imposing presence, his stern expression and penetrating eyes making him seem unfriendly and permanently irritated. Far from cold and apathetic, Maxwell cares a great deal about his friends and family and would go to great lengths to keep them from harms way, it is simply that he lacks the ability to completely express that sentiment. Following his 'awakening' he has been left with an almost unquenchable sense of curiosity about the world that until recently had been so familiar. Appearance: Maxwell stands at 5ft11, has a toned but non muscular build and possesses a tanned complexion with forest green eyes and grey hair. The colour of his hair, an abnormal colour for a man of his age is the result of the manner in which his tether was originally forged. His body is free from any scarring, no small miracle considering his recent history and other then his near constant stern expression he possesses no true distinguishing physical features. In terms of clothing he shows little variation on a day to day basis. On his upper body Maxwell wears a plain shirt, a loosely tied tie and a thick high collared hooded jacket that reaches down to just below his waist. On his lower body he wears a pair of simple cargo pants and brown laced boots. Only his hands and face remain uncovered by such form of material. Lately he has spent an unhealthy amount of time with a certain mask in his possession, though he has yet to be seen to actually wear it. Tether: Maxwell is no natural and therefore the manifestation of his tether is no natural occurrence. Nor is it granted to him by some benevolent or symbiotic entity. His tether manifests as a result of a blending of spiritual energies, though whether such an effect was the intent is open to debate. What there can be doubt of was the acts necessity. The presence of his tether is denoted by a mark on his chest, a burned black hand print that only Maxwell seems to be able to perceive. The event that precluded his 'awakening' was his own death. Or what should have been his death at any rate, the circumstances of which are sketchy to say the least. It began when an entity beyond human perception anchored itself to him, a spiritual being that feeds upon the spiritual energy inherent to all life. This immaterial entity, unable to sustain its own existence latches itself to another like a spiritual parasite. Such a haunting if left to progress invariably leads to death of the haunted individual, often culminating in an event designed to inflicted grief and suffering in its wake. The symptoms exhibited are constant in all cases with little variation, beginning with lethargy and emotional numbing as the haunted individual's essence is slowly suffused by the constant presence of their malign guest. Highly susceptible to suggestion these victims are easily manipulated and are often the victims of apparent suicides. Maxwell had climbed onto the railing of a bridge and without a moments hesitation had stepped into space. Maxwell remembers the act, but not the intention. Nor does he remember hitting the ground. All he was left with was a feeling that something very important had been taken from him. And that that something had been returned, in a manner of speaking. When a Hollow, a being named for its victims rather than itself feeds it takes more then it needs. There had not been enough left of Maxwell to return what had been taken. So the Hollows essence had been blended with his own to make up the difference. Though as for the type of being that could accomplish such a feat that is another matter entirely. Tether Origin - Hollow (Will be a link to a codex entry later) Ability/Talents Ability – Psychokinesis? - Maxwell has developed the ability to interact with the physical world to a small extent through the force of his will alone, though the force that he can exert is somewhat weak, no stronger than the force he could physically exert himself. With that said the ability to remotely extend his reach has had its uses despite its limited capacity. Maxwell himself is not completely convinced as to whether this 'ability' is indeed the phenomenon people refer to as psychokinesis and not something more...sinister. When he uses this ability it feels like something is looming over him. Talents Observant – Maxwell is an observant individual who notices details that many people overlook, though that is not to say that it makes these details known unless directly asked. Strong Willed – He is not sure if he was always this way but since his 'incident' he has had the strangest feeling that his psyche has been reinforced somehow. Maxwell has now has a stronger will than most normal people, allowing him to resist abilities and phenomenon that seek to subvert free will through subtle and aggressive means. This makes him resistant and not immune however. Pale Touch – Not a talent per see but a phenomenon that has become apparent following his near death experience and the advent of his so called telekinesis. Maxwell has a sickening effect on plants when he stands too close to them, causing them to wilt up and even die. He gains nothing from this that he knows of and is quite disturbed by it. Recent History: Originally from England, the Maxwell family has relocated several times during the last two decades, having spent time significant periods of time in England, Germany and France before eventually settling in Oakenheim, Maine. John's father Adrian Maxwell is an author of some renown, especially within the supernatural fiction genre. His step mother Alice Maxwell works are a teacher in one of the local Kindergartens. And until several months ago John was just a student with normal student problems. That was when the 'haunting' first began. From the point of view of his friends and family John became increasingly distant and reclusive. And then without warning he climbed over the railing of a bridge and stepped over the edge. His rehabilitation over the following month had been something of an experience. He felt non the emotions that the doctors told him that he must have been felling, nor did he ever remember feeling them. He remembered stepped off the bridge, he couldn't deny the fact regardless, but as for the intention to do so he had no recollection of. Looking back it was as if he were viewing the memories of another person entirely rather than his own with a detached clarity that he had never experienced before. He has recently returned to his 'life' after being given a clean bill of health. His new found clarity forced to the surface questions that he had never even considered asking before. And a sense that all of this had happened before.
The doors to the Fairy Tail guild flew open with fearsome force, arcs of electricity trailing behind the wooden panes as the doors slammed into their hinges with a loud thump that reverberated around the guild hall. The doors were unmarked, having been strengthened against Lightning Magic after the repair bill made it a necessity. Luka Magnolia's silhouette filled the open doorway, her clothes whipping about her in the shock wave she had just caused. And she was angry. Several guild wizards turned to face her, many more knew better, one even accidentally made eye contact with her. Luka herself was not such an imposing figure, standing at only 5ft8 and with a slender figure hidden beneath layers of loose white cloth. It was the lightning that did it. Even now the staff on her back, its tip angled slightly to the left and pointing up at the sky crackled with electrical energy as arcs of lightning discharged into the air around it, causing it to crackle and shimmer as light from outside streamed past it. Her eyes scanned the room as if trying to find someone. She did not find them. Somewhere several miles away a man shuddered, not knowing his good fortune. Her anger relented pretty quickly and she let out a dejected sigh before rather lazily ambling toward her favourite chair with all of the enthusiasm that she could muster, which right now was none existent. Her chair was empty, it always was. It was best that way. Just before she reached it she collapsed forward as if suddenly struck dead. And she just lay there groaning. In less then a minute she had gone through anger, dejection and finally apathy and now just lay there looking exhausted, black bags under her eyes.
Speaking of which are there any major facts that new comers should be aware in regard to what has already occurred in the IC? I'm going to read the IC before I post anything anyway but I just thought I should ask.
Chloe had no real comprehension of personal space or privacy and so started to casually wander around behind the blacksmith as he set to work on her steel rods, looking around to see if there was anything interesting. “Is it?" she replied as he commented on the design for the rods. She had never really considered the design to be anything special, but then again it was hardly her field of expertise. She let the comment about Donat slide though as she had no reason to talk against him either, not yet anyway. If he had machinations of power that was his business. Only once she talked with this Hazeal women would she make up her mind about the prime minister. She picked up a small hammer from a desk and turned it around in her hands experimentally. It was light and looked well used. “A family reunion, I guess,” Chloe replied non-committally as she put the hammer back down where she had found it. She spun around to face the blacksmith as he worked and with her hands planted behind her waist she leaned toward him with a quizzical look on her face. “But an adventure huh? That's a pretty bold thing to do if you don't mind me saying so.” Whether he minded her asking or not was clearly not an issue for her. Chloe looked at him for a moment before looking at the contents of his workshop. “Are you any good with any of these?” she asked, indicating the products of his craft.
Name : Luka Magnolia Nickname/Alias : Livewire Age : 16 Gender : Female Sexuality : Asexual Guild Emblem : Luka's Fairy Tail Guild emblem is located on her back just underneath her neck and is blue like the blue of her outfit. Personality : Happy, cheerful, moody, angry, vindictive, depressed, shy, reticent, violent, all of these different emotional states can be seen within the space of an hour if you observe Luka for long enough, though the exact cause is never entirely certain. Though it is not uncommon for a mages magic to be linked to their emotional state this is especially true for Luka, with not only the power of her magic but her ability to control varying wildly as she becomes emotional. This makes her a difficult person to be around if someone is not used to her outbursts as it makes her seem overly dramatic at the best of times or outright insane at the worst of times. The only thing that is certain when dealing with Luka is that what you see is what you get. She wears her heart very much on her sleeve. In regard to the way in which her magical ability fluctuates there is an observable pattern. When Luka is in her so called 'ground state' her power level is stable but relatively low while her control is outstanding. Which is good, it stops people getting hurt. Ground state emotions are those that have no aggressive component to them. It is when her mood changes and she enters her 'heightened state' that things get a little more...tricky. The heightened state is triggered through emotions that have a strong underlying aggressive component to them, such as jealousy and rage. In this heightened state her magical balance becomes inverted, her power heightens while her ability to control that power wanes to an almost equal degree. Not a bad deal right? No! It can very bad! In this state Luka loses the ability to cooperate with her team-mates in any meaningful fashion and is capable of rather impressive collateral damage output, if that kind of thing can be called impressive. Outside of battle she is still prone to the occasional emotionally induced electrical discharge, however there is a convenience to their targets that make people wonder just how 'uncontrolled' and 'accidental' they really are. Magic Type : Caster Rank : Guild Mage Rank of magic is mood dependant: - Normal State – A rank control/C rank power. Lightning is yellow/white in colour in her normal emotional state. - Heightened State – C rank control/A rank power. The lightning loses its yellow hue and its almost pure white. Magic : Lightning Magic Spells - Thunder Bullets - Lightning Body - Lightning Cage – Luka creates a spherical shield composed of lightning rings that encircles the user both vertically and horizontally in a series of bands, like lines of latitude and longitude on a globe that rapidly oscillate around her. The cage itself is a solid but short lived defence. The lightning cage will lose its cohesion within moments of being formed, revealing its secondary function. The cage expands outwards in all directions simultaneously, making it dangerous to opponents who are too close to the point of origin. The spaces between the lightning bands increase with distance, making it easier to evade. - Discharge – Luka puts her index and middle fingers together on both hands and crosses them over, like a cross-hair on a gun sight. This causes a concentrated lightning bolt to be fired at her target. The attack has low overall damage potential but is highly penetrating and hard to dodge when too close. Good at breaking barriers down when used repeatedly. - Electrocution – Exactly what it sounds like, don't let her grab hold of you. Not good for anyone's health. Weapon – Lightning Rod (pictured above) is a focusing weapon that she uses to direct Thunder Bullets more accurately. Makes for a poor melee weapon but is half decent for blocking with if need be. Biography : Luka was brought to Fairy Tail several years ago after she started experiencing uncontrolled magical discharges, the timing coinciding with the start of puberty and all the raging hormones that are associated with it. With a less aggressive form of magic it might not have been such an issue, but with Caster type Lightning Magic there was a real danger involved to all concerned. Her home village was quite remote and not used to seeing magic very often so the news quickly spread that the child was out of control and dangerous. Luka's parents were simple merchants and had no personal experience with magic. In fact no one in her extended family had been a mage for several generations an so no one was quite sure how to help her. And with her outbursts worsening it was only a matter of time before someone was injured, or worse. So the appearance of a guild mage was quite the fortuitous event, or coincidental, depending on how you look at it. He introduced himself as a Fairy Tail wizard who had heard rumours of uncontrolled and dangerous magic in the village and had come to investigate on his way back to the guild from a mission. He had been able to help almost at once, using his own magic to suppress Luka's. But that was no solution to the problem in the long term, there was no possible way he could stay in the village and in time there was also the possibility that her problem would only worsen. So he made Luka and her parents an offer. He would take Luka back to the guild with him. No doubt someone in the guild had experience with this sort of thing. When the issue of monetary compensation was raised the mage simply waved the issue away. She would be earning her own keep after all. As a Fairy Tail mage. Theme/s : Change Other - Luka loves thunderstorms and though it can not be proved she is often suspected of being their cause, especially when she is annoyed with someone and her staff is nowhere in sight. - Her alias is Livewire. It was not her idea. She did not consent and would like to find out who started calling her that first!
Aye Sir! I'll just make a few small grammar and phrasing changes then post her.
“Oh it's no problem, I am the one inconveniencing you after all,” Chloe said nonchalantly as she channelled magic into the poster that she herself was carring, causing it to float in the air just above her hand so that the writing was pointing roughly toward the blacksmith. She paused for a second as the thought occurred to her that that had not been the wisest of things to do in front of a stranger, not everyone reacted to magic in the same way. Sometimes it could go really badly. But usually, not so much. The poster coiled up and around her arm like a snake and wove its way into her backpack, disappearing inside with a rustle. “It's a message, you know, sort of hidden in the words, it actually took me a little while myself,” she said humbly. Chloe leaned against the wall and looked sidelong at the smith. “It's an accusation, kinda, it's saying that your dear sweet prime minster has been a very naughty boy. I guess if that bothers you then you, I don't know, you could do something about it.” Chloe watched as he went about his work. Depending on how you looked at it what he was doing was no different than magic, he took an idea, shaped it in his mind and then made it real. She was kind of surprised he hadn't asked her why she needed steel rods/ She was grateful for his professional discretion.
For your consideration. *Bows politely* If there be anything wrong it would be my pleasure to redress the issue.
Chloe Magnolia Chevalier stood in the shadow of an alleyway, the dim light partially hiding her from view as she eyed the passing crowds with growing apprehension. The bag on her back shuddered slightly in response to her growing disquiet. Chloe was not in a good position and she knew it. Her father, the retired knight commander Callahan Chevalier had just recently survived an assassination attempt by an unknown political faction. Well, that was what the letter that she had received had said anyway. However she had her doubts as to how 'unknown' that faction truly was. If you knew who to ask there was always someone who could enlighten you, often for a price. It was no secret that her father, a fervent royalist was a staunch supporter of the king. He followed the code of chivalry almost to the letter and would lay down his life for his liege. And retired or not he had influence at court. And the loyalty of his men. That might have had something to do with it. But Chloe had been away for a long, long time. The political game had become a distant memory to her. It was a game she despised. And then there were the rumors. The rumours were unsettling to say the least. The king was dying it was said and prime minister Donat had taken the reigns of state in his absence. Chloe didn't care about that. The power plays of nobility were of no interest to her. But if anyone of them had hurt her dad there would be hell to pay. They would find out how lethal a paper cut could be. Chloe stilled her breath for a few heartbeats to regain her composure and reasserted dominance over the contents of her bag. Her bag grew still and silent. She looked at the note in her hand one more time. She didn't care too much about the message itself, only the name attached to it. Lieutenant Knight Commander Hazeal. Chloe had never met her but she vaguely recalled the name. Whoever she was Hazeal would provide her with answers. They might not be the answers that she wanted to hear but that was beside the point. But there was something else that she needed to do first. Chloe stepped out of the alley and strode over to the smithy across the way, its door was closed and a note announced lamely that the owner was out for lunch. Chloe knew that that was not true, she had watched the man enter only moments before. He had looked distracted. Or thoughtful. It hard to tell. She supposed he did not want to be disturbed. This had no bearing on her thought process however as she knocked loudly on the door. “I need you to make me something and I'm willing to pay double,” Chloe announced to the closed door as a single sheet of paper obediently found its way into her hand. It was a simple diagram with simple instructions. It showed a picture of rods made of reinforced steel. She had a thought. “I could read the poster for you if you want?”
I'll get a post up soon, just need to finish cooking first.
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