Cu Chulainn

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Gin Yoshiyaki
_{and Company}

Pellion's Pub, Gates of Troy, Edge of Shinto

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@Paradox Witch@Phonic@Froppy

Gin nodded as Archer made it clear on exactly what he needed to do. It was something he was told before, yes, but between his drunken stupors and literally being dragged across the city, he wasn't able to ask his new ally anything apart from the most basic of questions. Steeling himself for this purpose he must overtake, he nodded to his Servant, once again, standing up and making his way to the little old lady...

Well, until some drunk kid pulls him aside an asks about a hot spring.

"'Ey, lil' lady! Watch who yer' calling a kid, ya hear?!" Not questioning why a child, of all people, is drinking at the bar, Gin pulled a stool over, deciding he would entertain this child, for the time being. "As fer' hot springs, it really depends on what you want in one, y'know. You won't find any in Fuyuki, we've got jack squat, but you'll easily find other hot springs across Japan. Y'see, Japan's a center fer' many active volcanoes, being an island and all, and because of that, we've got lots of hot springs in just about every region.

"Now, as fer' which y'should go to, you've got 'yer choices. There's the Arima hot spring, near Osaka, and it's one of the oldest, said to be Toyotomi Hideyoshi's favorite. Now, I wouldn't listen to tha' opinions of an old fart, and if the red water dissuades ya' from enjoying a soak, there's also the Shibu hot spring. I 'eard it's popular with foreigners since wild monkeys like to partake. But see, if yer' like me, where yer' already surrounded by literal chimps," Gin paused for a moment, glaring at the man who had spilled wine all over their only white suit, "you would probl'y want something else in yer' hot spring. That's where I recommend heading to Gifu. The Gero hot spring is my personal favorite since the water's got alkaline qualities, which makes it feel smoooooth to the touch. I've got a guy there who could arrange you a night or two, if ya' want, but I'm gonna need to talk to yer' parents about tha-..."

Gin had just noticed something odd with the child he was speaking with. He had only realized just now that there's a significant amount of prana pouring out from her. That, along with the strange red mark on her hand, a portion of it faded, only pointed to one realization; a realization that Gin was, again, too late to come to.

"... What did you do?" Gin looked over to Benita, his eyes narrowing. He had suspected she had just used her command spell to have her Servant do something, and due to the small amount of spiritual presences in the bar, the Servant in question had already left to do just what he or she was ordered to do. Gin could only hope it was something to deal with the fire, but still, he couldn't help but be cautious around the girl, now. He considered reaching into one of the talismans in his pocket, in case she had any malicious intent, or if he needed to-

"BOSS, THE BRIDGE WAS GONE BUT YOU WON'T BELIEVE THE SHIT WE'VE JUST SEEN!"

On queue, his men came pouring back into the bar, all of them with their suits completely soaked. In their eyes is a look of utter awe. Some looked fearful, while others looked amazed. Something spectacular must have happened in the city. Whatever it was, however, it only worried Gin harder. Grabbing Benita by the shoulders (gently, of course, since a Samurai wouldn't hurt a child no matter how dangerous they are), Gin looked directly into the child's eyes with a manic expression.

"What did you do?!"

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Black Rider

Einzbern Forest, Miyama

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@Crusader Lord@Kyoka@Seirei No Hai@Reflection@Sageage

Rider stabbed his shovel into the ground, his practically naked body bathed in sweat. After escorting the last maid out of the ditch, he looked down on it with pride. Rider had successfully created a ditch around the perimeter of the Einzbern forest. It was a record time for a group of laborers making a ditch of this magnitude, but to Servants, especially the likes of this specific Rider, it could easily be done in the span of a few hours. It was only a few minutes later that his Master contacted him regarding the maids. In comparison to how far the fire has grown over the course of the night, Rider considered that he and the maids were working at an ideal pace.

Understood, Rider replied through their mental link, ushering Falke over, I will have Falke bring the maids over for rotation, in order to allow us to work faster. With that declaration, Rider began to hoist the maids up on his shoulder, one by one, loading them onto the poor horse in a way where they all can fit. To Rider, who, in his lifetime, spent much of it trying to fit as much plundered gear from the battlefield onto his horse as possible, a feat such as piling maids onto his horse was but an easy endeavor. Once that was over with, Rider sent Falke on his way before pulling his shovel out from the ground, thinking to himself just how he would do a wall. Before he could really gather his thoughts, however, a glint in the sky caught Rider's eye.

Looking up to the sky, Rider saw it plummeting down. Like a shooting star, no, even more gloriously so, a beacon of heroism dropped straight for the fire...

Rider grinned. He recognized just who it was instantly.

"That bastard. Hogging all the fun while I'm here working..."

Rider didn't spend the entire time admiring his newly formed rival, however, as another thing caught his eye; others seemed to be approaching his territory. Sending a burst of prana through his body to blast all the sweat off him just because he can, Rider quickly materialized his golden mail. It was a suit of armor created for the purpose of fighting while surrounded, which was perfectly ideal for this situation, should it prove to be a hostile encounter.

Changes of plans, Master. Have all the maids on alert. Multiple parties are approaching our territory. Drawing his sword and materializing his shield, Rider prepared for an all-out attack. Rider did suspect that other Servants would take advantage of the events of the fire to attack others, but he didn't expect it to happen so late into the night. And to have more than one Servant come after him, at that...

Rider will just have to teach them that even in groups, he outnumbers them all.

"If you all have come here looking for a battle, I will warn you that you didn't bring enough men!"

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

This looks interesting, but I do have one question and perhaps a recommendation, if that is also fine; There is an online Grimoire that contains all the officially released versions of spells, including Unearthed Arcana spells that have been balanced out. Is it fine if we could utilize all the spells offered here? If not, it's fine, and I'm still interested.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Gin Yoshiyaki
_{and Company}

Pellion's Pub, Gates of Troy, Edge of Shinto

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@Paradox Witch@Froppy[@really is anyone else still at the bar, we're closed]

Gin looked around the bar, feeling as if something is changing it. It was quite a dreadful feeling, at that. That, along with the reaction drawn from Chiron and Donnie regarding what's happening as well as the events going on outside of the bar put Gin in a further state of unease. Freezing in place, the thug began to contemplate the ramifications of just what will happen if he did nothing about that fire...

The sound of one of his lackeys tripping on their shoelaces broke Gin from this trance.

"W-whaddya mean we ain't leavin?! I thought I told ya it's my job to protect Fuyuki, and that makes it your job, too, ya know!" Gin began, his face crumpled with anger and his fists curled with frustration. "I already 'eard of all the crazy shit that happened last night, and it pisses me off that our gameplan's just ta' lounge around in this pub all day getting drunk!" Gin continued to growl, until another one of his men, one who was the last to leave the VIP room, spills the bottle of wine all over his white suit. Oh, shit, he was the only one who took the white suit, wasn't he? Gin turned around to face all his men angrily, crossing his arms. "What the hell're you all doing?! All of ya, except the waitstaff and you two clumsy idiots, get going to Miyama! Help whoever's wounded over here, and one of ya better come back and give me a report!"

As the majority of his men all scrambled out of the bar, Gin took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. For a moment, he contemplated using one of his gratuitous-looking Command Spells. Gin dismissed that thought after a brief moment, however, hoping that his men are all able to provide as much help as possible. As the expression on his face began to soften, Gin pulled a bar stool out for himself, taking a seat, grabbing the drink closest to him, and downing that shit. Slamming the cup back down to the bar once the last drop trickled down his throat, Gin let out an exhausted sigh.

"That kid's out there, too, y'know. Gatekeeper... I'm supposed 'ta be escortin' him, too. I mean, even if 'es another Master's Servant, he still looks up to me, for some reason. I don't want 'im to just go out there and get 'imself hurt while I just sit around here, y'know?! It's my job to make sure kids like Gatekeeper, good kids, don't live to see their homes burning down and all... It just makes me think, like, what am I supposed to do if it were my kids that were out there? How are they s'posed to survive in a city that's burned to the ground?"

Gin wiped his mouth with his hand as he stared down into his glass, thinking for a bit. Yesterday, he was all fired up about making sure Fuyuki would stay safe under his protection. Only one day passed, and everything's already gotten way out of hand. He began to realize that he did nothing to stop any of these events from happening. He could have been proactive, and yet, he followed his Servant's whims up to this point. It was at that moment a realization dawned upon Gin... It wasn't the Grail's fault that he was summoned with a Servant like Chiron, and it wasn't Chiron's fault that the city's on fire.

It was Gin's fault, for not being proactive about his mission.

"Alright, Ite, I'll stay put, for tonight..." Gin growled softly, shuffling in his seat. "But I want 'ya to clear something up with me. Yer a trainer of heroes, right? Trained peeps to do extraordinary things, making 'em something greater than they are, yeah? I want ya to do that for me, so I can finally lend a helping hand to the citizens of my lovely town. It's against my own code of honor ta' just sit around in this bar, anyway. And more importantly, you mentioned your other Noble Phantasm can make me inta' a hero on the fly, right?"

Gin stood up, straightening his suit as he faced his Servant with a stern and serious look he had never given him before. Puffing out his chest and putting his hands to his hips, Gin boomed his next request.

"Tell me what I need to work on so ya' can use your Noble Phantasm on me, Ite! I may be the most kick-ass thug in town, but I want you to make me an even more kick-ass hero, so I could finally kick these damn foreigners out of my home!"

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Gin Yoshiyaki
_{and Company}

_{(with the vocal talents of Joseph Joestar)}

Pellion's Pub VIP Room (Manager's Office), Gates of Troy, Edge of Shinto

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@Paradox Witch@SSW@Froppy[@All you alcoholic cucks]

Gin scratched his head and groaned, nursing his hangover with a bowl of sake. Despite being the thuggin' gangsta that he is, he wasn't used to drinking so heavily, preferring to be as sober as possible in his dealings. Given that his Servant's circumstances are unique, however, Gin decided it would be best that he got used to it while he still can. As he sunk back into his modest wooden throne, he placed his bowl on his lap, yawning.

The room he was in was like some sort of lounge with soft jazz playing in the background for some odd reason. Even Gin's attire seemed to fit the mood of the room, wearing a soft gray three-piece, the coat hanging behind his large chair. Within his room were all of Gin's subordinates, fellow members of the Fujimura group, all wearing similar Western garb. He assembled them all here out of an oversight he realized he made last night; he didn't give them any method of defending themselves if they were found by other magi. Gin quickly rectified that issue earlier, giving them all talismans that should help them defend against effects that interact with the mind, which should at the very least prevent them from being hypnotized. As they were all doing their own thing and enjoying the atmosphere of the lounge, Gin cleared his throat, tapping the end of his bokken on the ground to get their attention.

"Aight, aight. Report."

"Think some shit went down at the harbor. Lots of rats. Way too many rats, boss. Saw some foreigners there too, looked spotty. Spottier than what you described... Oh, and I think I heard some explosions too!"

Oh no!

"Shit's been blowin' up all around Miyama! I heard the Matou house got nuked last night! Shit's wild, boss!"

Holy shit!

"Yeah, and I heard the bank got robbed too! Good thing we don't keep any money in there, right boss? Shet, I think the businesses under our racket have all their money in there, though..."

Son of a bitch!

"Shit sounds nasty, dog! I heard a big ass fight at the church, tho, on my way here! Boss, you should 'ave seen it! Lightning and thunder and all that wack shit! Ohh man..."

Oh my god!

CRASH!

An expression of unease was apparent on Gin's face, whose drinking bowl had fallen on the ground. How did I let this happen, Gin thought, in my city, no less! As gin began to think of just what he was doing last night, he looked down to his feet, glancing at the shattered bowl. Oh, that's right, that bastard got me drunk. Taking one long deep breath, Gin stood up from his chair. After a brief moment, he exhaled, throwing his bokken to the ground and stomping over his shattered bowl in anger.

"OUT OF ALL THE DAMN SERVANTS IN THE WORLD, WHY DID I HAVE TO BE STUCK WITH THIS GODDAMN DRUNKARD?!"

_{"Uh, boss?"}

Entering the room was a younger looking man, another member of the Yakuza, and one of the four who were assigned a very important job; waitstaff for the bar. As such, he was dressed appropriately, and was made to look more formal than his compatriot, despite drunkedly swaying ever so slightly. Gin, however, gave a menacing look to the waiter, however, his eyebrow raised. This better be good news you're giving me, his look conveyed, as the waiter could do nothing but gulp.

"Y'see... I've been hearing people talking about a fire at Miyama. It ain't like no normal fire, either! It's some kinda nasty shit, y'know?"

"OH SHIT!"

Grabbing his coat, Gin stomped towards the door, hurriedly putting it on as he grabbed a bottle of wine from a bucket near the door, filled to the brim with ice and bottles of assorted alcohol. Quickly cracking it open, Gin downed a good portion of the bottle, turning back to his men, who looked all sorts of bewildered. "Whattya think yer all doin'?! Get ta' drinking and meet me down at the bar!" Shoving the bottle of wine into the hands of the nearest Yakuza before stomping out of his lounge and into the pub.

"Alright, listen up! I 'eard there's some sorta weird fire shit goin' on at Miyama, so if anyone would care to fill me in, that would be great!" Gin had announced, before walking to the bar. "Yo, Bartender, Ite, I need ta head out! There's a fire down at Miyama and it's getting worse by the minute! And since Bartender can't leave the bar, I'm gonna need your help putting it out, Ite! Can ya conjure up some water or somethin'?"

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Black Rider

Einzbern Forest, Miyama

_{Long-Awaited Beach Episode}

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@Crusader Lord[@All you woodland cucks]

Like a blur, Rider road through the forest. Well, riding would be stretching a bit from the truth... Rider stood on top of Falke as if he were surfing his steed, who didn't seem to mind too much about it, especially considering that his boots aren't digging into its back. As a matter of fact, aside from his trousers, Rider seems to not be wearing anything at all! There was a reasoning behind this, however, as Rider was not the only cargo that Falke was carrying.

Maids. Maids of all assortments- well, not really, since they all looked the same- were seated in different positions on Falke, and even on Rider, who had to hold a few on his shoulders to fit them all. They were armed with shovels and adorned with laborers' clothes. Not counting Rider, himself, there were ten additional people in total that Falke was transporting, which would surely be an issue for a lesser horse. To Falke, however, whose strength already rivals beasts of phantasmal nature, this was nothing. As Falke blitzed through the forest, cute cargo in tow, Rider shouted commands to his entourage.

"Remember to work as fast as you can! A fire of phantasmal origin has been detected within Miyama, so we'll need to dig up a trench deep enough for it not to reach these woods! Once we're complete, prepare for phase two!" The maids all nodded in unison to Rider's commands as they finally reached the end of the woods, overlooking the town. Riding from one edge to the other, Rider deployed the maids, one by one, spreading them out evenly enough to make a sort of 'maid border' between the woods and Miyama. Once they were all in position, they all stood at attention, their shovels leaning by their legs. When Rider made it to the other end of the woods, the last maid hopped off, handing him one of the two shovels she was carrying before getting into position.

Rider seated himself properly on his horse, grasping the shovel tightly as he turned his horse around. "Are you ready?!" Rider growled, his voice booming across the woods. The maids, in unison, all shouted back a "Yes, sir!" With that, Rider had Falke back up a bit, leaning towards the side until his shovel can easily reach the ground. With a light tap of his foot, Rider commanded Falke to begin running, thrusting the shovel deep into the ground with all his prana-infused might, making a trench across the end of the forest with a maneuver similar to what he tried using to intimidate Achilles the night before, but even deeper.

When Rider finally made it to the other end of the forest, he had created a deep gash into the earth inches away from where the maids are standing. It was an imperfect trench, but it surely was enough to serve as a decent barrier to protect the woods from the fire. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Rider, turned around, shouting more commands. "Alright, start digging! We need this moat wide enough to ensure those flames don't spread into the woods!" The maids all nodded dutifully before jumping into the trench, beginning to dig forward with strength rivaling that of a third-rate Servant's. As they started digging, Rider looked towards the horizon, watching as the smoke from the fire filled the sky.

Wait, did he say a moat?

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Because we got meme’d on.

Author notes are in italics. Quotes are also in italics, but aren't author's notes, obviously. Secret information are in hiders. Both author notes and secrets will be removed on the public version of the sheet.

Nakayama Suzaku

Nakayama Suzaku

"The moon is bright tonight... do you think my smile would have been the same?"

18 | Male | 162 lbs | 6'0
Yang, Fire_{(Due to possession)} | Non-Native | Human

Description

A pale young man with a cold gaze and an even colder disposition, Suzaku acts, speaks, and even moves as if all his actions were performed deliberately, almost seeming robotic. The only thing that could be considered warm about him are the flaming blue arrows that fire out of his peculiar bow. With a scrutinizing gaze enhanced with yang magic, Suzaku wishes to unveil the many mysteries of this new world, including of himself.

Personality

Cheerful, extroverted, and friendly. Suzaku remembers being these things, and yet, he has trouble grasping his own emotions. Because of this, most of his actions are done logically, and little are performed passionately. His lack of emotions don't necessarily make him seem like a husk, however, as he does show curiosity for how he is supposed to feel at certain times. There are rare moments where he feels joy and grief, though they tend to pass at a moment's notice as soon as they become apparent.

Hider

Suzaku's lack of emotions are due to the nature of his contract with Perses. In reality, he is a selfish individual who would do anything to be seen as a hero by others, even if his actions would be considered wrong. In other words, a sociopath who craves positive attention. And above all, Suzaku takes pride in his skills with the bow. These negative tendencies have been developed for years of living in someone else's shadow, however, so perhaps they could be treated with just the right amount of affection...

Bio

"All I can remember is... fragments and phases. I don't even know how I got here."

When asked, Suzaku could only recall a happy high school life. He remembered being popular, with many friends and admirers. He also remembered accomplishing well academically and athletically. One detail that was especially unique to him, that he believes made up his entire identity, was his skill at the bow. Indeed, in his former life, he was the captain of his school's archery club, both because of his natural talent and personal magnetism. It was the perfect life, and if one were to ask Suzaku, he'd say it's one he wouldn't have traded... That is, of course, until a fateful accident resulted in an arrow flying into his back, piercing his heart and lungs...

... Then he found himself in a new world.

Hider

Of course, these memories are only a half-truth, modified by Perses. It is true that archery was engraved within Suzaku's life, having practiced the art since he was a child, but there was one key truth that would drastically change what he is lead to believe; Suzaku was never the popular captain of the archery club. Rather, he was considered to be the captain's "second." Unlike the captain, whose natural skills with the bow made him an easy fit to the club, Suzaku had trained countless nights to prove that he was worthy of being called captain, nights spent under the light of the moon. He neglected his studies, his social life, and even his health, dedicating himself entirely to perfecting his aim so that he would be considered the best. Suzaku knew that if he wanted to be known for anything, it was for the bow.

But alas, these nights spent perfecting these techniques had left a number on Suzaku's health. When it came time for the tryouts, once again, he was still considered only second to the current captain's inborn talent. Of course, he was still offered the position of captain, but to Suzaku, the offer seemed to only be out of pity. Jealous that all his training amounted to naught against someone who could just so easily do the same without having to break a sweat, Suzaku's dwindling health had also affected his sanity. This break of sanity lead to him knocking what he said to himself was his "last arrow," and firing, right for the captain' s back...

"Right for the heart," he grinned.

The rest of Suzaku's days went by like a breeze. Ostracized by his peers, having been disassociated from his family, and finally finding himself in death row. Trapped in a stone box with his loved ones all gone, Suzaku went mad with grief, begging for anyone, anything, to grant him a second chance so that he could be someone better... someone people could look up to...

Magics

Magic Level: 27

Suzaku's skill with Yang magic is minimal. He is only able to cast a single spell at the moment which enhances his vision, allowing him to aim and fire from extreme ranges as well as in the dark. A spell that is drilled into his very psyche because of its similarities to a technique he used at home, he casts it by saying a short Buddhist mantra to himself.

I plan for Suzaku to enhance this spell as he progresses, which could possibly entail allowing him to perceive time slowly, pierce through illusions, and perhaps grant him a limited form of foresight.

Suzaku also sports a powerful, but limited affinity with fire magic. Only being able to utilize it with a specific white bow that he is able to summon through currently unknown means, Suzaku is capable of firing arrows of blistering heat, almost like plasma, formed out of bright blue fire. The extent of the power of these flaming arrows are unknown, although they seem to be an inherent ability of his own. However, being able to fire countless arrows at the speed he seems to be capable of is definitely out of his level of power...

Hider

This is due to the fact that he is currently being partially possessed by the full spirit Perses. Signs of this possession are in his fox-like orange eyes, which should normally be a dark brown. Due to the conditions of Suzaku's contract with Perses, he is able to draw upon a fraction of the spirit's power while the spirit stays in a "dormant" state until a certain condition is met. Thus, unless inspected closely by someone well versed in the spiritual arts, it appears that Suzaku draws from his own power. It should also be stated that Suzaku is only able to draw upon this fire magic from the use of his bow. As far as the power of his arrows go, it will be on a case-by-case basis, and I'll ask what their effects are when they may be powerful.

Abstract Magics

The gods don't really like Suzaku.

I plan for Suzaku to gain Witch Genes in the future, granted by the GM's discretion.

Extra

"I've always felt at my best under the light of the moon... The quiet of the night is comforting, I think."

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Perses

Perses

"You will have a quick death... I only intend to burn out your heart."

Does | This | Really | Matter?
Fire, Yin | Native | Full Spirit _{Kitsune in life}

Description

A "hero", although calling him an "extremist" would be more accurate, Perses' true goal is to seek the destruction of all wars and conflicts. With his signature blue flames that have consumed over a thousand lives, this baleful spirit first sought to end all conflict through destruction. Now considered a war criminal, Perses bides his time, patiently waiting for a new way to accomplish his idealistic goals...

Personality

Perses is an idealist who seeks to create a world without war, one where his soul can finally rest at peace. As a being without compassion, however, ending all life is the only way to save it, in his opinion. Calculating, callous, and cold, Perses will stop at nothing to achieve his goal. Despite this, Perses does have some sense of honor, perhaps due to the many knights and warriors he has consumed in his life. Because he was born of war, however, Perses only knows destruction, and will only seek to accomplish his goals through destruction.

Bio

I'll be fragmenting this bio once they find out Suzaku has a spirit, and will be releasing each paragraph with every significant event involving him occurs.

An existence born out of war, it is said that Perses is a conglomerate of the countless innocent lives lost to the horrors of warfare. Not too far from the truth, the spirit is actually that of a nameless demi-human soldier who umknowingly fought a losing battle around the beginning of the war, believing his kind could find a place in a world if he just fought. As a spirit, he drifted from battle to battle, watching as other soldiers, hopeless fools like himself, were massacred, sent to their deaths by their generals and commanders. To the spirit who would soon be known as Perses, the sight was appalling. It was something that needed to stop...

With each battle, the spirit came across many other, lesser wayward spirits. Some were like him, pawns sent to die so that their knights and kings won't have to. Others were just innocent souls who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. All of them, to this particular spirit, were considered food, their mana absorbed along with their grievances. With each battle, he grew in power. Every year this growth of his power had appeared as a tail, a manifestation of his growing mana and the countless grudges he has accumulated.

Finally, after nine years of gathering so much power, he had made his appearance in a wide-scale battle where some of the leaders of each side have decided to take part in. Armed with two flaming swords, he blitzed through their ranks, indiscriminately slaying all in his way. This continued with each battle, being seen to many as a bloodthirsty god of war. It was then that he had come to be known as Perses, meaning "destruction" in an archaic language.

At the eve of the war, one of its largest battles had taken place where the finest warriors of both sides of the war had made their appearance. Naturally, Perses was drawn to it, seeing is the perfect battle to amass the strongest of souls. What he had not expected, however, was that the entire battlefield shifted at his appearance, all turning to attack him. The battle was all a ruse with the intent to finally bring an end to Perses's onslaught. It was only this moonlit night that this spirit of destruction would finally meet his end...

This, however, only aggravated the spirit. Drawing upon all the power he could muster, he released a conflagration of blue fire, a wave of death that brought down hundreds of lives, before finally disappearing. With his actions, his blue fires became synonymous with destruction, and a treaty was signed between the kingdom of Lugunica and the demi-humans, influenced, only in part, by how there could be greater threats that loom in the world. A unified kingdom is needed in order to stop beings as powerful as Perses, not one broken apart by war...

And yet, Perses still remained, weakened but alive. He needed to regain his power again, to bide his time, in order to see his vision truly come into fruition. A world without conflict, without hate, without... life. But first, he needed to form a contract with someone desperate enough to allow him to accomplish his goals.

Magics

Magic Level: 88

Perses' main affinity is with fire magic, which is his greatest strength. His flames are blue in color, attributing to their intense heat. He can blast these flames at others like projectiles, but he prefers bathing his weapons in them, fighting his opponents with flaming armaments. Despite this, however, the amount of destruction he can release with these flames are nothing to scoff at...

Due to the grudges he has accumulated, Perses has also attained an affinity with Yin magic, capable of performing feats such as removing one's senses as well as even their memories. Despite being skilled at this art, however, Perses prefers not to use this sort of magic, seeing it as both cowardly and distasteful. If it is absolutely required, however...

Abstract Magics

As a spirit born out of warfare, Perses is capable of summoning weapons. Swords, maces, axes, so long as it was a weapon that a soldier has wielded, it is something within his grasp. While he isn't considered a master of any of them, he still has the gathered knowledge of over a thousand warriors, allowing him to wield these weapons with proficiency. While in his dormant state, due to the nature of his contract, Perses can only allow the summoning of a bow.

Perses is also able to consume spirits to empower him. This peculiar ability of his allowed him to become the monster he is today. However, because he has already accumulated so much power, consuming anything less of a full spirit will show little benefit, restoring a bit of his expended magical energy at best. He cannot consume other spirits while in his dormant state unless his host was the one to have slain them.

Terms of Contract

CONTRACT

If two terms contradict eachother, then the term that comes first is superior.

1. You will become a hero.
2. Your emotions are forfeit.
3. Your memories are mine to change and manipulate.
4. You must not draw too much attention to yourself.
5. You shall seek justice when possible.
6. If there are people suffering, you shall end their suffering by any means.
7. Unless the situation is dire, which will be determined based on the previous terms as well as my own judgement, you may only use my powers as followed
A. You may only use my fire magic with my summoned weapons.
B. You may only summon a weapon you are skilled with.
C. You may only use a fraction of my magical energy depending on the phases of the moon, as followed:
I. New Moon - 25%
II. Waxing/Waning Moon - 50%
III. Full Moon - 75%
IV. Harvest Moon - 85%
V. Eclipse - 100%
VI. Blood Moon - ???
D. The time of day does not matter, only the state of the moon at that given night.
8. You will become a hero.
9. You will become a hero.
10. You will become a hero.

Extra
"Many find death to be appalling... to me, there's a strange beauty to it. The thought of someone finally being free from their mortal coil soothes me."
_{he is intended to resemble Suzaku.}

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

'Starting Location’, Priestella

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It had all happened so fast. First, all these children were discussing the possibilities of what had happened to them, and how they found their way here. And then, soldiers. Plural. Flooding the room. Not looking to give a tour of the world outside this building.

_{Be a hero.}

The soldiers blocked all the escapes, ensuring that none of these children, children, escape. Alive. Suzaku looked around him as these guardsmen encircled him and his newfound compatriots, a blank expression on his face where there should be fear and worry. What followed was who appeared to be their leader. The one wearing a gas mask.

Be a hero.

The person with the gas mask began with his orders; to execute a group of cultists. Criminals, in these lands, from what Suzaku could interpret. Whoever or whatever must have brought himself and the rest here must be a sinister individual, indeed. Somehow much more sinister than a man who would yell obscenities at children.

Be a hero.

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"The one in the coat knows everything," Suzaku began, already with his knees on the floor and his hands behind his head. "I had just woken up here, dazed and confused," he sounded neither dazed or confused, speaking quickly but coherently, like a robot, "and I heard them talking about some sort of... witch, you said? I need medical attention, I'm injured, with an open wound on my chest. I don't know what they would have done to me if you hadn't shown up.". He kept his head down and his eyes closed, though he kept an ear out for any footsteps coming towards him, preparing to react as necessary.

And so, Suzaku decided to save who he believed was worth saving at the time; himself.

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

'Starting Location, Priestella

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You will become a hero.

Those very words, spoken with a cold but assertive tone, rung in the raven-haired man's head, followed by a pounding ache. It's as if a promise was being made, no, assured to him that his wish will be granted. As the others, some appearing much younger than him, made sense of the situation through conversation, the man known as Nakayama Suzaku stayed to himself, quietly as if in deep contemplation. Outfitted in simple robes of white and navy blue, his serene expression, with his closed eyes and beautiful countenance, along with his straight posture and long black hair, tied neatly into a ponytail, painted the picture of some sort of prince. His attire along with his physical features hinted his country of origin, Japan. Compared to the others, Suzaku truly stood out as different, if not exceptional.

Suzaku took a few mental notes as everyone made their introductions. It seems that, so far, everyone has made contact with the same obscured being in some sort of dark prison. No, prison is too extreme of a word, is it? In any case, he seems to have the same issues everyone else has. These observations only raised more questions, however, such as what everyone was doing before they made it there, or...

"Did you all die, too?"

Suzaku had asked rather abruptly, although with a tone far too unconcerned for the nature of the question. His eyes opened, revealing fox-like orange eyes that appear to almost be glowing. Despite his apparent concern, his physical and facial expressions both make him oddly seem indifferent about his current situation. Rather quickly, a hand wandered onto his chest, into his robes, feeling for where his heart should be.

"... Ah, bandages. My apologies."

Standing up and placing his hands to his side, Suzaku glanced at every other person in the room, his expression unchanging, his thoughts seemingly incapable of being betrayed by his face. To Suzaku, only two people in the room interested him. One was the boy with the light brown hair who spoke as if he had a better grasp of everyone's situation, and who was quick to make suggestions on their next course of action. The other was the brash, loud-mouthed young man who seemed to be the oldest, who took immediate action and brazenly made his way to the door, opening it without any thought. In other words, all these individuals are already potential tools to Suzaku, and these two, who he has already associated with as 'the Manual' and 'the Hammer', respectively, may be the greatest at his disposal.

"I believe knighthood may be unsuited for my taste," Suzaku began, with a voice that could be considered as tranquil, yet off-puttingly cold, "While I do wish to serve others in some sense, I would like to do it on my own terms. As far introductions go..."

Putting a finger next to his mouth, Suzaku's eyes looked up as he began to think of a few things. He felt like he shouldn't share his name to his new companions. It wasn't a feeling garnered from mistrust, but rather he believed that it may help him in identifying others like the one who had called themself his 'reaper', the childlike figure who had appeared to everyone prior. If anyone knew Suzaku by his full name, then they are a person of interest, and one who could maybe grant him more answers.

"My name is a bit of a mouthful, so you all can call me... Nakkun~? I am an archer, so if we could find me a bow and a couple of arrows, I believe we can make do."

Fledgling DM looking for start (Cancelled)

Possible interest! Although I'd like to know some general info on the setting as well as your opinion on splatbooks. (Volo's, Xanathar's, etc)

Fledgling DM looking for start (Cancelled)

What edition are we talking?