Crusader Lord

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Diana Schwarzwald

Academy Grounds; Underground

Hottest Mixtapes Gone Wrong: Volume 13

@Zelosse@Kalleth@Spriggs27

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...Speaking of rushing into things like a moron, she had to rush for a moment here to be careful. As the glacier's outer layers came off at first she was excited, pumping a bit more "gas" into her flames for a moment out of excitement. Somewhat of a mistake, as a seeming proverbial tidal wave of water rushed out of the glacier from a spot where apparently a lot of it was being contained underneath layers upon layers of frozen ice. As she saw the water first burst out, the German elementalist stopped using her flames, spinning on her heels and running as fast as her legs could take her. Adrenaline burned in her veins like molten magma, pushing her onward even as she was hit in the back by some of the water and ice and thrown hard towards her direction. This sent her flying, right towards the back wall. This was at least the opposite of being thrown into the crevasse by torrential forces, but was also not the optimal situation for her as well.

CRACK!

The girl felt herself hit the wall, hard, the water and a few pieces of ice settling on the ground behind her as she collapsed to her knees in front of the wall. Her body, already soaked, was even more so drenched now than it had been before, not the best thing for the cold conditions. However, her hands and arms were shaking, latching onto the wall for dear life as soon as she had felt something to grab as the adrenaline had kicked into high overdrive at suddenly being engulfed by a wave of icy water and pieces of hard ice like that all suddenly. Her first "breath" was gagging up water that had gotten into her mouth and throat and spitting it onto the ground, before ragged, air-partaking breaths followed afterwards as she recovered. Her body was sore from that crap, but between the cold and the adrenaline on top of that she wasn't feeling the full effects of the sudden blow at the moment.

However, her short fingernails were in a sense ruined, bleeding at the fingertips from just how hard they had gripped the ice as she had made contact with the wall. Likewise, as she pulled her head back from the wall, a small dribble of blood fell onto the icy ground before her. The German girl sat back on her knees, and as she did she looked at her pants, the knees area torn and knees bleeding visibly to her eyes. Further, drips of blood began to enter her vision, and with putting her hand to her face, and then forehead she finally felt a gash of sorts just below her hairline. Were she to look in a mirror, small streams of blood were falling down her face like small rivers. Albeit, not with enough volume to blind her with blood but enough to look horrendous to the naked eye.

"Shit....that...got me pretty good, eh?" the redhead said to herself, eyes and tone of voice glazed over a bit with a dazed sort of attribute.

Come to think of it, this was the sort of thing she'd been about to follow up with earlier, right? After that jet of fire might've hit that princess' face or something....actually, how was Kris doing? The German girl grimaced as she thought of the idea, feeling an Ice or water use would have been far better suited to this last part than Fire, but her mind drifting to the wealthy-acting ice user. Usually she felt she was right to face people like that, but...hell she'd let her anger get the best of her, eh? Trying to burn a person's face off entirely, with serious intent at that, was not something to bat an eye at, but was something that as she pondered it more left a hot feeling of shame creeping into her mind and body. Though as the image of Kris' face came into her mind, her own heart seemed to skip a beat.

A look of slight shock came to Diana's face as she felt that, putting a hand to her chest as she sat on her knees for a few minutes to recuperate...or at least see if she could stand after that wave hit her in this direction. And indeed, as she listened carefully with her right hand moving to her chest, a cut on the back of it bleeding as well, she felt her heart beating fast as she thought of the ice princess. Heh...well, she had meant the compliment earlier, that cute look on the other girl's face, the way her tantrums of pride even in small ways seemed to make her that much more adorable. She was skilled to, maybe had some hard work behind those skills from what she had said during their fight....a thing Diana actually admired. A hot heat came to Diana's cheeks in a way she hadn't felt in a long time, despite the bleeding her mind seemed to be unable to drift away from thinking about Kris.

Diana turned herself around to look at her handiwork with the flames, the small blood trails having already begun to hit the top of her wet shirt and such to leave her looking rather dreadful. The beating of her heart was echoing in her ears now, and a small two trails of blood fell out of her nostrils at the obvious nosebleed. Though even if she hadn't hit the wall, the thoughts of Kris would have done it anywho. Of that she was certain right now as a sort of realization came to her mind. Or rather, she already knew the answer in her bones and her mind was just getting the memo. She had...an idea of how feelings for someone were like. She'd...had them back home a few times, but had been pushed personally to keep her trap shut by her own mind. It wasn't..."normal" to some for a girl to like other girls, right? All those around her likes boys among her female siblings or friends or acquaintances, and she had felt embarrassed such about it that she had kept her trap shut. Fearful of what others would say. Fearful of what her family might react like if they knew.....it was perhaps one of the biggest fears she had kept hidden deep down, only becoming more lax here since it was safer on these grounds to be more of herself in that regard. But...but-

-the ice princess seemed to bring that fire in her like none other...was that part of why she was able to be so angry so fast? Attracted to that girl on sight and trying to hide the feelings bringing out even more anger that her frustration alone should've never resulted in all on its own? Diana's heart was pounding away in her chest and in her ears like a pair of speakers set up to a high volume in a car, but she began to stand up on her own two feet regardless. Gritting her teeth, the redhead, whose hair had fallen from its ponytail to hand down just past her shoulders by a couple inches, struggled and pushed her body to get up, to allow the dazed and sore and painful physical sensations to be let go of and flare up to keep her awake. And finally, she stood on her own two feet with a certain lightheadedness she did her best to shake off as she began to walk over to the edge of the crevasse again.

In a seeming miracle, just a little lower down on the glacier was a tunnel. An open tunnel that seemed to lead up towards the top of the glacier and the exit hole was. A wide grin came to the german's face as she saw this little hidden passage that she had uncovered with her efforts. She had to finish this, to not let the ice princess there think she'd won. Then again....maybe she needed to talk to her as well...at least apologize for the earlier attempt to burn her face off without hesitation. Which as she thought about it was worse than she had initially felt it was. Maybe she'd even grab some of Kris' nice little ass-

Mentally Diana slapped herself back to reality. She needed to focus on the task, and her mind felt like it had gained a good bit of its focus back. Well enough to do what she would be doing next. Stepping back to the wall again, Diana simmered a heat under her skin to warm her body, letting the cold freeze the blood on the outside into place to avoid further bleeding out, which was perhaps worse than she gave it credit for right now. Even so, she channeled a hotter heat into her fingers, ignoring the pain that the tips of her fingers sent alarmingly to her brain. She had to get to that tunnel, and since it was lower...she could make her way down there if she got close to the glacier.

Diana took a minute to control her breath, get a feeling for her body's shape, grimacing for a second, then nodding, before taking off at a running start and full speed towards the edge of the crevasse. As she leapt from the edge, she sent her body flinging at the glacier's exposed harder ice side with full force, and at the same time flaring heat into her fingers to make them small torches. The reason for this was, as she hit the side of the glacier, her fingers dug into the hard ice like a hot knife into butter initially.

Though some pain hit her chest from the impact and roared into her brain for a moment, her focus was on then lowering the heat of the fingers just enough as soon as she could for the next part. Just enough that Diana began to carefully slide down the side of the glacier towards the tunnel entrance, her hot fingers that had been dug into the hard ice using intense heat =slipping down through the ice at a controlled pace as Diana adjusted their heat and held on with all her might and using her feet to stabilize the slowed descent.

Within a short time, Diana would find herself descending to the entrance of the tunnel, swinging her legs and body in so she'd move forward and land in the tunnel's entrance just as her fingers passed into the empty space of the top of the tunnel. Albeit, she did fall flat on her back as a result of her maneuver, but she wasn't falling into the crevasse at all right now and that was a good thing in her mind. Slowly standing up once more, Diana look at the icy, slippery tunnel before her, the grin coming back onto her face. Time to get the hell out of here and to the top.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR Woo! \o/

...wait, so my OC is accepted? :D

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR I mean, if the powers are a no-go i'll make a new set altogether. It's no problem. ;)

I hope the bio isn't too nuts, though, having a bit of darkness in it and all. ^^;

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Nyaleth Treekeeper

The female land-dwelling elf approached Delilah hurriedly, though as the ship's proper druidic repairwoman she was giving a quick update on the ship's status before the battle would start. It had taken a while to get the thing patched up after the last scuffle though, though for six months she had become accustomed to this type of work. Grow the food, keep the ship's wood intact and grown back together, and such things. Magical support of the battle came onto their ship was also another forte she had been forced to take on at least a few times, but in the end she had the crew to lean upon as well. And it was interesting how that worked, crew member relying on crew member in a sort of web of necessary trust to keep this place running and shapely. Not that other things didn't factor in, but still.

"The ship's in top shape, Captain! Hull is holding up fine, and the food store has been secured! I'll continue reinforcing the sides of the ship in case of any upcoming barrages!" the mage said, reporting dutifully albeit with a bit of an academic's tone to her voice as was common for her, "Is there anything else you need of me?"

They were getting close to the enemy ship, close and closer to the enemy who only might know that doom approached on the wind-filled sails. Albeit, taking on that new mage was at least allowing her to not have to take on that job if putting wind in the sails as well at the same time. Though she didn't feel a sense of trust for that man, she had Valrima keeping a hidden eye on things...albeit the demon had other "commentary" to add to that at times about crew gossip.

At the same time, the demoness, in the guise of a human woman dressed for battle, walked up to where Nyaleth was, rifle in hand load and read to go....and one-handed axe by her side on a leather belt. It was all a normal guise for her on the ship to avoid the...discomfort of her true appearance. Albeit the bust size hadn't decreased in this form, as Nyaleth had noticed but didn't wish to state aloud for fear of more teasing. Not that she didn't find that bust attractive, but especially now was not the time to think on such things.

"I'm ready to lay into these guys, whatever way works best~" Valrima said, the said, winking at the Captain and Nyaleth as she adjusted the position of her rifle, the demoness teasing them with a double-meaning as always but visibly still being ready for the fight soon to happen.

@Zelosse

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaARWell, i prob went too nuts, but here's the app so far that i have! Though if there are any suggestions for a second offensive ability...i am very open to things in that regard. If she needs another one, i mean.

Heck, i am open to if i need to make an entirely different magical girl powerset idea and such, if needed.

Oh jeez i am nervous about this app....

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• Name: Sakura Miyamoto
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• Age: 16
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• Gender: Female
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• Personality: Sakura is a generally relaxed sort of person, the kind who seems to go with the flow to an extent, popping up their head into the action and conversations and such as she sees fit. In public she has been generally seen as a decent individual, albeit clashing with a few of her more rowdy peers, though behind closed doors she has been dealing with some matters that have weighted heavily on her mind. A crush on one of the most popular girls in school, being crushed on and romantically pressured constantly by her similarly-aged stepsisters (who are twins), and her beloved birth father’s cancer that has caused the man to wither seemingly before her eyes over the years as the most pressing things weighing on her personally.

In her attempt to cope she has taken to using her healthy allowance from her wealthy stepfather to indulge much more in “pleasures” to de-stress herself. Such “pleasures” include various chocolates, silk robes, and similar things that her stepfather and her own mother have shrugged off as normal without seeing the real problems she is facing emotionally. Even so, she feels she is managing in keeping “afloat” generally speaking, and has taken to the idea of being a magical girl with gusto. However, she also feels a burning desire to acquire her wish as well, that of restoring her birth father to full health.
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• Skills: She is a good swimmer, and has some surprising “rich girl” funds that could be useful for her as well. Overall a good student, she can be relied on as a generally intelligent person...albeit she isn’t a valedictorian.
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• Brief Backstory: Sakura was born the daughter of American mother and immigrant Holly Masterson and birth father Jonathan Miyamoto (a Japanese-descended American man). However, her birth father was diagnosed with cancer when she was aged at 7 years old, to which her mother decided to divorce the man to “avoid the heartache”. It broke her birth father’s heart, and Sakura’s as well, though her mother was hiding all the hurt underneath as she put on a stoic face in front of everyone. Then her mother then remarried to a close penpal/friend she had made many years ago on a trip to Japan, which friend was now a Japanese billionaire named Morimoto Homura. Morimoto’s wife had died due to cancer herself, and left him with two twin stepdaughters, Kohaku and Hana, to care for alone. This resulted in Sakura and her mother moving to Japan and into Morimoto’s luxurious home.

Sakura struggled to adjust at first, though she thought it a blessing of being allowed to visit her birth father back home often as a condition of her mother’s divorce, with her stepfather calmly helping her pay for these trips to America out of sincere goodwill. Her father, despite at times being bedridden, started off decently well in health, playing with her, telling her stories before bed and tucking her in with a kiss on the forehead. To be truthful, she loved her birth father more than her stepfather, though her stepfather proved to be a kind man at heart who managed to get on her good side over time. This all being said, as Sakura’s birth father’s health deteriorated, her new stepsisters began to gain an unwanted and taboo “interest” in her personally despite being “sisters” legally speaking.

Combined with a crush she has had on a girl at her home school for wealthy children as she turned 13, these combined things in her life have put immense pressure on her by this point in time. However, with an opportunnity presenting itself to get a heartfelt wish completed, she has gone off to participate in a certain event as a result.
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• Magical Girl Appearance:

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• Concept: Flow
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• Archetype: Laplace’s Demon
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• Abilities: Her powers as a magical girl allow her to, in summary, alter the “state” of things to a past or future state via the reversal or acceleration or other alteration of the flow of time. This power is normally enacted on targets via “time bullets” she fires from her weapons, which only affect what they physically touch or pass through rather than behaving like normal firearm bullets. For example, one of these “time bullets” would pass through the wall of a building they were fired at, leaving an eroded empty hole where the part of the wall was eroded away, whilst the rest of the wall remained normal and intact without issue. She can also enact her powers’ effects through physical touch.

Her weapons can also alternately fire regular magical energy “bullets” to cause damage and such as well, mainly as a built-in measure to avoid dealing too much environmental damage with her weapons when using.

This all being said, as a rule of thumb her powers cannot alter the chronological age of other living people, including magical girls, save for herself alone if she wills it. However, this “cannot alter other peoples’ age” rule does not apply to monsters or beasts or similar non-human things.

She uses a pair of sleek, futuristic looking pistols as her main weapons, and has a gatling-gun-styled rifle on her back that she can bring out to fire at an extremely rapid rate.

Sea of Time- Her most common combat move for offense. She temporarily summons multiple gatling-gun style rifles like hers in the air, essentially summoning many future states of the weapons she has all at once temporarily using her power. Upon doing so they all fire a barrage of magical bullets in a constant stream for a temporary time. Overall this is just a big but temporary area attack, albeit more like a “bullet hell” in effect as well.

Giga Timebreaker- A “desperation move” of hers, only used in such a capacity to finish off foes or in a desperate situation or if she feels finishing off an opponent fast is her only chance or similar situations. She affects the flow of time around (but not inside) her body, speeding it up or slowing it, to cause her to move faster or slower as a result to some exponential extent. It puts a lot of physical strain on her even as a magical girl, but can prove handy in facing speedy or tough foes. This move also produces illusory clones taking different potential moves that she could have when this power is activated. This means the move is also meant to confuse the enemy, though again the strain limits her to less than 1 minute bursts of use at most.

Cloak of Time’s Perdition- A clear, watery-like barrier forms around her protectively, and in the thin space in which the barrier’s exists time is completely frozen. Attacks and things like bullets and swords are as such literally stopped in place by the barrier, rather than being “blocked” like a normal barrier might do. From here, any trapped attacks/weapons are redirected into the ground or are dissipated (in the case of something like an energy attack) when the barrier is deactivated or dissipated itself, but until then remain trapped in frozen time in contact with the outside of the barrier.

Retroactive Restoration- Through physical touch or contact with one of her “bullets” fired with this attack imbued into it, a target’s body’s healing abilities are stimulated (including the production of stem cells oddly enough) and then are accelerated extremely through the acceleration of time in order to mend them of injuries and damage they took. This does not age the target(s) of this ability at all, but acts as a potent healing ability that can even regenerate organs or regrow limbs. Of course, using this ability too often can drain her stamina and power as a magical girl, due to its innate potency.

Reconstitute Restructuring- An area-of-effect power used via physical touch to “repair” nonliving things and other objects by reverting them to a past “optimal” state of existence. Something like restoring a trashed building to its former glory is one example, or repairing a broken bridge, etc. Though this could also be used on something like a modern firearm to revert it to a “state” where it was still loaded as well, to give a potential combat use.

Stagnation of Self- A temporary “invulnerability”-like state of sorts tied to locking her into her current state of being at the point in time she activates this. This ability lasts for one minute. Whilst it is active it means that even conceptually her existence cannot be “changed” at all during that time, for change requires the passage of time to go from one state of existence to another, this ability has one major flaw.

When the ability’s effect fades, all the things that were done to her body by other attacks and such are all enacted on her......simultaneously. So being hit by 100 bullets and a transformation-canceling power would all hit her at once after this ability’s effects fades, as one example of a potential situation she could run into. It is better noted as an ability for “stalling the effects of other abilities and the damage of attacks” in being applied to her for a brief time. However, if she is already hurt when using this ability she remains hurt of course.

This ability can be a double edged sword depending on the situation in which it is used.

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Diana Schwarzwald

Academy Grounds; Underground

The Life Of A Teenage Pyro

@Zelosse@Kalleth

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As the cavern she was walking into suddenly began to cool, the fire user flared up her powers to dry herself, and her clothes by extension, off to avoid another potential disaster with her wardrobe. That and the potential issues of hypothermia and assorted things that went along with the extreme cold and ice and something that had initially felt like below-zero temperatures. Though after drying herself, Diana kept up an aura of heat just over her clothes and skin, like a thin blanket it didn't take too much effort at all to make for herself, to maintain her body temperature and avoid freezing. It was just another step to help her try to better handle this challenge, at least mentally since she wouldn't be distracted by the cold now.

Looking over the gap at the great glacier sitting before her and overcoming this challenge, the redhead thought for a moment as she watched the outer layers being shuffled off of the glacier and into the crevasse below. Moving over, Diana sat near the edge of the crevasse, adopting a bit of focus as she had in the first test. Albeit, this would not be aimed for the same overblown effect as before. She didn't need to focus to use her element, but in this situation she had the time to focus on the task ahead, and so could use this sitting to focus and hone what she was going to do. It was something, at least, and she began to cause more heat to rise up, moving from her core and into her body as it grew and grew with her focus and control. She channel it to her arm, down to her hands, to her palms, and then-

FWOOSH!!!

Extending her arms out from her person, Diana let loose hot but long jets of flame from her palms, aimed towards the outer layers of the glacier. This was her initial idea for solving the issue, melting off the outer layers to expose the stronger stuff. Then she could make her way to the next part of her plan in handling this. But for now, she was going to see how melting off the outer layers rapidly would affect things. Not that it would give her a lake to swim over to the hard ice with, but hell she wanted to be careful instead of rushing this stuff like a moron.

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Leanne Hillcrest

@Zelosse@Kalleth

Leanne's Lawnmower Broke! Curse you Breath of the Wild game mechanics!

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Headmaster Kano. that was the only individual she felt would be sitting there and stopping her creation like that, the only teacher able to do so anyways. The brown haired girl frowned slightly that she couldn't at least make a tiny bit of room for herself. She wouldn't destroy the whole place, just....trim the trees a little. But apparently this option was unacceptable, even more unacceptable than her trying to be confident in using her element apparently in the headmaster's eyes. The earlier frustration began to bubble back up, but the teen did her best to push it back down again. No. Not here. She wouldn't loose her cool here, and especially not while using her powers to warp darkness somehow. Sure she was also curious about the voice, especially with how much it had struck her mentally that even now she got a chill thinking about it barely any time later, and hell there was a lot still unanswered for her after the earlier incident with Mr. Manilow during gym class.

However, tackling this challenge now would be her first priority. It needed to be, and it might give her something to focus on as well.

The teen began to focus again on shaping the power around her, the darkness that inkily stalked where the light dared not touch. Where it sat, waiting, watching, before she began to pull it into herself and project it outwards into a construct of her own. Another construct, this time not a damned lawnmower that the headmaster would just pop away again. She felt the darkness wrap around her arms and legs, like extensions of herself forming into existence around her already existing limbs. And indeed, this was the aim of her efforts, to form a darkness-constructed extension of her arms and legs attached to her actual ones. She felt herself stand taller a little bit, and her arms stretching out distinctly longer than they had been before. these "darkness extensions" were attacked on her arms and legs all the way back to her shoulders in the case of her arms and upper thighs in the case of her legs. Smirking for a moment with some pride in her handiwork this time around, Leanne moved forwards towards the wall.

Using the darkness limbs, and the thorns and roots and such as handholds for these supernatural extensions to grasp onto, Leanne began to climb the wall, bit by bit, bit by bit, aiming to get up and over this wall that she was facing. She would reshape the feet and hands as needed as she climbed, extending the feet even to keep climbing whilst keeping herself back from the thorns on the wall themselves, in order to grab onto things as securely and safely as possible in her ascent. However, she kept an eye on the crack in the wall, and did her best to climb around the hole in the wall to avoid getting in line of sight of...anything potentially lying within it that could potentially spring to life and lash out at her if she got too close to it. As an added precaution, Leanne tried to form a small cover over the gap in the wall, made of darkness no less, to hopefully buy her time for climbing if her potentially odd suspicions were proven true. With that, she continued her climb, keeping a steady pace as she ascended upwards to avoid wiping herself out physically.

Here was something. But if this construct was "popped" on purpose then she'd have a problem by falling on the thorns from an elevated position.

Fate/esoterica

Scylla

Servant Berserker

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Walking Away From The Redrock Catholic Church

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"You might want to be careful around that woman, master. She seems pretty dangerous for church lady!" the young-looking servant said as she merrily skipped alongside her master, her energy seeming to burst out like an infinite spring of her happy enthusiasm that seemed to radiate from her form, both as she cautioned her master before continuing on, "You can count on me to be there if an enemy tries to attack us here or something, just be careful yourself as well."

Scylla's energy seemed to rise a bit as and moved alongside her master, the monstrous desire for battle thrumming underneath the surface of her skin in every muscle and bone of her body. Sure she was happy to be human again, to be able to eat like a human and talk to them instead of the boring monotony of eating them as they screamed for the gods, but at the same time she was one of Greece's greatest monsters. A beast that had only been slain by the greatest hero of his age, much to her chagrin and frustration. As much as she understood it, she was still something that gained her ire, that her rage was boiling against inside without having to utter a single word.

@RolePlayerRoxas@VitaVitaAR

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Evangeline Henderson

Master of Assassin

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House, Near the Beach of Redrock

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A wide smile creeped onto Evangeline's face as her new servant appeared before her. Was it the excitement of having managed to summon an admittedly strong servant (if parameters were a thing to go by)? Was it that the servant was female, or sexily dressed? None of the above. Simply put, she was thrilled her catalyst had manage to summon a fellow alcoholic, gourd and dish and sake-scented mist around her and all. She had hoped for a soul she could get to know, and a case of hella good sake had pulled through for her seemingly better than she felt she could have hoped for! Course the "horns" and such traits were reminiscent of something a Japanese associate of hers had talked about, the tales of "oni" ringing a bell in her mind as a result. So potentially, she had summoned an alcoholic monster as it were. An interesting matter in and of itself, though as to the current matter her servant had brought up.

"Haha! I see you are a character of fines tastes! It's all for you, a humble little welcoming gift into this soon-to-be battleground!" the female master said happily and with gusto to her servant, grabbing back up her own bottle of sake from the porch table and taking another swig, "If we find some allies, perhaps we could have a little fun with them though~"

"But as much as i want to sit down with you and get to know each other over a good drink tonight, we have to check in with the moderator for this little conflict tonight first. Formalities being as little they are for now, may i ask what you class and name are, to know who my new drinking buddy will be?"

For a reaction, Evangeline was reacting with some genuine joy at summoning her servant. Hell, to her the class didn't matter as long as they could get along and get crap done. That and get in some drinks in-between and such to enjoy passing the time. Hahaha!

@Raineh Daze

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Nyaleth Treekeeper

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Age: 94 (Land Elf equivalent of 20 yrs old)

Gender: Female

Race: Elf (“land elf”)

Job: Repairwoman, Druid/Mage

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Personality:

• Nyaleth is an intellectually curious individual, someone who’d be great at studying something and investigating strange objects and the relics of ancient past to an extent. She gets a sort of joy out of magic and learning about it and the past and such things in the world around her, sometimes visibly giddy and happy to the point that she has been silently dubbed by the crew she works for as a “certified nerd”.

Despite her love of learning, though, Nyaleth isn’t an utterly awkward person, able to chat up with others if they need to talk or such, and overall enjoying pleasant conversations and talks with others. Though as the crew she is on could perhaps note by now, her role as a drinking buddy is unrivaled in part due to being a “happy drunk” who can be pretty fun to be around (who once danced naked on a barrel one night).

She is also able to be serious as the situation determines she needs to be normally, though at time like when running about repairing the ship in the middle of a frenzy she can be a tad frustrated and grumpy amidst the chaos. Albeit, this grumpiness stems from how serious she takes her duties, a thing stemming from her old days back on her peoples’ island and continuing into now. She at times enjoys the relatively quiet nights afforded to life at sea as well, though her sense of guilt about abandoning her people for a life in the real world has been better eased over the years, mainly as she has learned of other land-dwelling elves who abandoned their home island to go out as well.

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History:

• Back when the land was dry, and the peaks of mountains sat high above the world, and the water kept to its oceans and lakes and streams, Nyaleth’s ancestors walked the land as a long-lived people. But when the waters came and rose, her ancestors were among the few elves that defied the “gift” from their gods to adapt to this new and oceanic world that they lived in, huddling up on an island that would come to be covered in dense forest as the sea threats and hostile life pushed in onto this land with them over time. Born into the world ninety three years ago, Nyaleth was born to a married couple of high-class elven mages, who have lived long since the time of the “great flooding”. Her parents wanted her to become the epitome of a mage, a grand magic user as they each were as well. To this end, from the elven equivalent of the age of “three years old” her parents began forcing a regiment of magical training upon her, to “shape her up” as they had envisioned. She was even sent to a magical school upon the land elves’ island to be tutored and trained alongside peers as well.

For years upon years Nyaleth was drilled in the arcane, the druidic, the runes, and similar things of magical learning and ways her people had possessed seemingly since time immemorial. She learned also about some of the magical items traded to them by their sea-based kin, relics of the far past given in exchange for a non-hostile relationship as the sea-based elves settled in their island’s shallows since some time ago as her people had continued to build up their land more and more over time. In fact, the forced relationship non-hostile (albeit forced) relationship was how Nyaleth was exposed to sea elves when visiting the shore of her people’s island at times for a swim or to look out and see the horizon and such. However, with the sea elves not allowed to pass the forestline, after which only true elves could proceed, she never saw them enter the elven city proper. However, even to her in youth the “xenophobia” that still exists among her people today and was taught to her and other youth, though she at least was one who continued to question as to why this was how her people saw things to an extent.

Eventually, Nyaleth was chosen for a job among her people, due to her innate magical abilities, to be an assistant in the analysis and use of ancient relics traded to her people by the sea elves. And she did this for many a year, at least by human standards, until her magical skills were taken note of such that she was handed to another important position on top of this: assisting in the growing of trees, foods, dirt/earthen mass for expanding the island, and participating in the repairing of buildings. Being only the elven equivalent of 16 years old at the time, this was a big task, one that was necessary for her people’s continued survival. And she would not be alone, working with other elves and younger ones like herself who were to take up this task during the course of their lives as they rose up in the chain of things.

However, even life in this new second position was a challenge in and of itself. Constant training, strict regiment, though among her peers there was the ability to relax and play and banter and such among each other. It was a small comfort, and matters like playing on the beach and swimming at night in their birthday suits when the stars shone out was a common treat they’d partake in within her particular group when the adults were sleeping or not looking. Yet among her group alone, her innate magical talent that had been forged mightily by constant training stood out like a brick of gold next to a brick of mud, and it was such that the governing body of her people were looking to raise her even higher position to take advantage of such talent.

This promotion was to become an elite mage, a practitioner of magic among magical masters who was to be a bulwark of magical might to protect....and eventually guide them when she got older. In other words, a position that would have guaranteed her a government position of importance many years from now. An entry level that was to lead her to be tended and groomed to become an Elder one day. However, one night as she dwelled on this position during a midnight swim she came upon an odd thing, a creature that had been skulking on the part of the island she was to foster and protect in her prior druidic position. It had been rumored as being a monster or spirit that followed them to the island, but had been left alone since at its most it had but played pranks on them and left men among the sea and land elves with sexual dreams on many an occasion.

As she returned from a swim back to the beach where her clothing was, she found a beautiful woman standing upon the shore as if waiting for her......though on closer inspection, this woman had ocean-blue skin, a pair of black demon horns, a succubus’ beauty and human-shaped physical body, slightly pointy ears, and a demon tail coming just out of the top of her butt. It was a sea demon, a succubus of a water element, known in old tomes for its shapeshifting powers, innate abilities with water and water magic, impregnating women and getting pregnant by men after seducing them with its charms. It fed commonly on water-based creatures, of which there were plenty, but could also live solely on salt/fresh water and the water-containing fluids of sentient beings (such as blood and otherwise) when away from the water or otherwise if it needed to. A versatile but deadly creature.

Safe to say, this event was shocking, but the demoness simply approached her and noted aloud how she was being a bit of a “rule breaker” to go out this late and might draw attention if anything were to happen, a not too subtle threat that shut the elf up out of fear of being discovered in her current state. Listening on, the demoness spoke to Nyaleth, noting that it had been watching her for some time now, and that she seemed “different”, like some elves her age in the many years of the past. That she seemed to look out upon the horizon as if she wanted to go and explore, and wasn’t as shut-in as many of the other elves the demoness had seen and been around. And to this the young elf was forced to humbly admit that yes, she had thought about leaving, seeing what was beyond, but hadn’t found the strength to do so. To this the demoness, whose name was “Valrima”, gave a small laugh before telling the elf that she herself wanted to leave this island as well. That she had been trapped here by her former elven warlock master from just as the flooding of the world just began, who spitefully had kept her from going beyond more than five feet in the water away from the island with a curse. Albeit, he had done this to her after she had left him to die after he had slaughter some of her kin to make potions, and had attempted to do so to her after settling down on the island secretly with his elven kin.

Nyaleth felt some pity for this “monster”, bound to the land for the most part and unable to escape due to the curse of a vengeful elven warlock who had wanted to slay her. But before she could say a word herself on the matter, the demoness cut her off by proposing that the two get to know each other, since they both seemed to have a similar goal of leaving. If naught else, it might give them both “company” to enjoy in talking of their desires and of leaving this place. After some thought, the young elf agreed, on the conditions that the demoness became her familiar and by their contract would not seek her death. After a laugh, the demoness agreed, forming this magical contract of Nyaleth as the mistress and the demoness as her loyal familiar. It was, according to Val’s own blunt mention of the matter, “a far better idea to have someone to talk to rather than sitting around spooking kids and making men have odd sensations in their pants at night”. Further, to Nyaleth it was all some exposure to the “abnormal” beyond her own people and what she had seen of the sea elves, and was a chance to better herself and learn more as mage to boot since she now had a familiar bound to her very living soul itself.

However, one evening an event happened that shook the young elf’s life to the core. A deserter of her people approached her, begging for help, to be hidden, since his plan to leave had become known and his family had set out for his blood due to being some of the more extremist “xenophobes” among their people who saw such an action as leaving as being “traitorous” and worthy of death. Nyaleth was stunned by this, having been walking down the street on her way home for the night after a long day of work. She froze when it counted, and this led to the male elf who had come to her being captured and drug off by the authorities back to his home. The next day, the man’s body was found crucified to a tree, lifeless and hanging there near his own family’s home. This disgusted the female magic user/druidess, and left her finally turning to the idea of leaving the island...and her people...behind.

She trained with Valrima to learn the proper magics, observed sea elves and the few ships her people used to see how they were built and functioned. She looked up in her people’s libraries how to break curses, mainly the type placed on her familiar. Eventually Nyaleth built her own boat, a humble thing grown together by her magic with a rudimentary sail and rigging. She also performed a ritual that, after exhaustive research among her people’s existing records on warlock magic, finally broke her familiar’s curse binding her to the island as well. And then, that next night, she set off into the deep blue sea, not looking back as her people slept unaware of her desertion at that point in time. However, the open sea was rough, terrible, and were it not for Valrima being there along with her own magic to keep her from overturning in her tiny boat at least. She wasn’t a good sailor, but was a survivable one in practice.

Eventually, Nyaleth was found by a ship of dwarves, a group who had been setting off to bring goods to their mountain home after trading with the elves. Surprised and noting her skills with wood and overall magic, she was offered compensation and safe passage to the dwarves’ home in return for her services. Seeking to survive, Nyaleth obliged and mended their ship as they made the journey to the dwarven home city. Here, at the elven equivalent of 19 years old, she spent several physical years among the dwarves, learning the ways of sailing and shipbuilding/repair, using her magic and especially her abilities with wood and food growing to take advantage of the market for people like her. This eventually led her to be approached by a Captain named “Delilah” about six months ago, and taken onto her ship as its all-important repair-person, water-purifier, and food-grower who could help keep things running and make use of her magic otherwise for the sake of the mercenary ship’s voyages and activities.

And so she’s been there ever since, Val still by her side as her familiar and constant companion to boot as they have worked on a mercenary ship.

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Weapons:

• Druidic Staff- A staff of twisted wood from the trees of her home island, a tool that is used to more easily cast large-scale magic spells and more quickly channel the druidic magic she knows dealing with earth and wood and similar matters. She can make more of these if broken, but safe to say she doesn't like having to make more or repair this one too often...albeit it has saved her from a bullet or two by chance in the past six months.

• Flintlock Pistols (2)- As part of her time among the dwarves, she was given a pair of rifled pistols as payment for a job she did for a gunsmith in making him a fine wooden table complete with chairs for he and his family to be put in their home. She was taught to use and care for them after this as payment for another job, and has since kept them around as a means of emergency self-defense where magic isn’t fast enough to use. Further, she quite enjoys having another means of protecting herself as well, practicing with them to maintain what marksmanship she has. She is not able to be considered a “sharpshooter” in regards to her skills, though she is competent enough to use them average-ly well.

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Magic:

• Druidic Magic- From growing/manipulating wood and summoning earth, to summoning seeds and the ability to grow/manipulate other plants, to being able to make things like wooden planks grow back together to patch up holes in a ship, she has a solid if not superb level of skills in this area of elven magic that has made her a valuable commodity in this flooded world. Her specialty in this realm of magic are plants, essentially, with some added animal manipulation magic thrown into the mix of this as a necessity for dealing with the wild and hostile things on the island she grew up on.

• Arcane Magic- She is capable of using a basic “magic missile” spell of varying degrees of power and size to combat one or more enemies, this overall being just a basic form of offense for a magic user. But she has a general arcane magic education beyond this. Basics such as conjuration, divination, elemental spells, healing, using runes, and even basic things like forming barriers for protection are what one could expect to see in her repertoire of magical abilities and spells. Though she isn’t specialized in this area as she is with her Druidic Magic, she does have a general layout of skills and the innate magical power/talent/training to put this all to very good use in a versatile manner at least. Also includes spells for interfacing with magical objects, as part of her former job of investigating and analyzing them back home.

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Other:

• She has her water succubus Valrima as her companion and familiar, who can be fun at parties, horny, enjoying of jokes and pranks, and also useful with her own abilities as a demoness. However, this demoness took to learn about using an axe and flintlock rifle while among the dwarves, just to keep from being bored as her master learned about flintlock pistols. Safe to say, she is a good shot on her own, snitched her own rifle a time back from some sucker at a poker game, and is able to be employed on the front lines to be of more use on the ship.

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Less sheer angst, more wanting to leave an island with one's own kinky demon companion to explore things and not live among somewhat-xenophobes with a penchant for magics. That and someone on the ship has to be excited to be looking for booty, literally and metaphorically. ;)

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I'll submit my interest formally as well. :3