Dark Cloud

World of Light

Wordage: 185 (+1 points)
Experience: 4/40 EXP
Location: The Under ➡ Prison of Hope
Level Up…

Stagnant air muddied with the whispery echoes of the imprisoned rattled and echoed within the Wolf Knight's helm, though he knew no fear the incoherent voices that mingled together within the darkened halls of the prison sent a shiver along Artorias’ spine.

Unnerved by the atmosphere of the prison Artorias held a tight grip upon Finstertöter in his sword hand, the knight tread as light as his step could upon the old stone floor each step unsettling a bit of dust. It was unmistakable, the sensation upon his skin of being watched or like many eyes were upon him that left Artorias on edge.

No jail could be so evil, so dark or as seemingly sinister as this one could be. The hunched pale creatures in their corners only made the knight feel pity at their sight. Forcing his gaze elsewhere he watched the putrid, and otherworldly figures below with a mixture of disdain and cautious curiosity.

Who would have such horrors stand guard over criminals than normal guards, and what crimes would justify the conditions these poor souls deep in the dark below suffered?

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It was unnaturally cold, one could see their breath in the misty air. Shivering yet burning up at the same time, a figure huddled against the cool stone wall draped with a large coat over the threadbare rags that he wore.

Quiet as the dead the only noise that he made was the restless breath of a disturbed slumber. His face was shadowed by a mess of disheveled blonde hair that hid the cruel looking device around his mouth like a dog's muzzle. A cold sweat trickled down his temples, despite the cold his forehead was burning up and his cheeks though covered were rosy as if sick.

‘It's always the same…’ Osvald's eyes blinked open, bloodshot and shadowed by the bags underneath them that were a telltale sign of many hours of sleeplessness ‘The moment is burned into my mind as if it was yesterday.’ memories of a burning house filled his mind, feelings of anguish, despair and helplessness swirled until they solidified into the heat in his chest, anger as he remembered when his life came crashing down.

‘The only thing keeping me alive is you…’ slowly Osvald got to his hands and knees picking himself from the ice cold floor one hand after the other with the chain from the manacle around his neck scraping against it ‘...Harvey.’ he endured every passing moment, suffered at the hands of others and the one thing that kept him alive was the desire to kill the one who ruined his life.

Osvald's knuckles grew white relaxing when some kind of disruption came muffled through the wall of the jail cell, he tried to peer from the slot to his cell with eyes straining to make out the source of the commotion he heard suddenly from nearby.

World of Light

Osvald V. Vanstein

Game Origin: Octopath Traveler II for Nintendo Switch, Ps4 and Ps5

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Personality: Often times Osvald could be described by his peers as a brilliant yet aloof man, whose focus upon the pursuit of knowledge outweighed all other aspects of his life. Osvald is more often than not a man of few words when he has no reason to speak, or to simply not speak at all. Though Osvald enjoys debates and discussing opinions, he finds some conversations a waste of time.

Osvald is quite the astute gentleman, but he is more often consumed by his thoughts than he would like. His approach to things that require thought is thorough and methodical, not one to gloss over any detail he can scrutinize.

Though the Scholar can come off as a bit too gruff and serious beneath that hard exterior is a kind hearted man. Yet the trauma of past events in his life, of loss and the mistreatment he suffered for years after effect him greatly. He has no qualms taking from others what he sees fit or to take back what he views as his.

It's not clear whether his state of mental health is a sign of something more serious, he often suffers from dreams of a tragedy he keeps to himself. Not one to bother others with his goals but willing to work with others as even though he doesn't understand most people he values the conpany of those who share common interest.

Osvald is a mathematical genius in his scope of field, as it gave him insight into quantifying his formula of the One True Magic yet as much as he understood numbers in an equation he has more a lack of understanding of emotions like love yet he still feels it strongly for his family, especially his daugther Elena.

Background: Once a renowned scholar who lived happily in his home near the sea, with a loving wife and a daughter Osvald cherished above all things even his own work. He had everything he had wanted, until he met one man who would change it all...Harvey...

He met his soon-to-be research partner when attending a lecture in a city away from home interested in the man's own approach to Gratton's hypothesis of the One True Magic they shared their work. At first Osvald came to admire Harvey's intellect unaware of his true intentions...

You see Osvald's approach to Gratton's hypothesis of the Seventh so-called magic would actually prove to be a leap in the field of magic. Nobody had figured out yet that using the elements could be boiled down to such things as equations.

No one except Harvey, the man who took everything from him. Osvald came home to a house smouldering, without sign of his wife or child nor their call as he shouted desperately for them except the cruel laughter of the man he had once admired. Harvey took his life's work, and the things he cherished most all to claim the discovery of the One True Magic all for himself.

Osvald found himself being bound in chains by the towns authorities, who later would claim that only he was present at the scene of the crime and the only one with the ability to set his home ablaze Osvald was found guilty of murdering his family via magic at the order of the court receiving a life sentence that he would serve far away in the frigid north upon an island prison camp to the far north.

Muzzled like a dog, and forced to toil in the mines at the hands of cruel jailers. The prisoners of Frigit Isle were put to work in inhospitable conditions, many would die either from the cold or at the hands of the men watching them.

He suffered for years, enduring the beatings, the whipping, the abuse...Not even the freezing cold could extinguish the raging fire in his breast.

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Specialty:
Scholar: as a scholar Osvald is a master of magic and can use his magical abilites to great effect with his spells but works better at a range rather than in the center of all the fighting.
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10 EXP

Powers:

• Fireball: Fireball is a spell that deals fire damage to all enemies in a group when cast. Highly effective against large groups of enemies, but less effective when cast upon singular targets as the spell is more potent the more enemies there are in a group.
  ^{(Starting Power) Power Level: 1}

Strengths:

• Scholar of the Six Magics: Osvald is a renowned scholar, applying his skills with the elements and his own mathematical formulae to amplify and strengthen the cause and effect of all spells, with this he can effectively use most powers he gains if they are magical in nature. All elemental based spells and attacks Osvald uses deal significantly more damage. (Fire, Cold, Wind, Lightning, Light and Dark.)
• Intellectual Pursuit: As a mage and a scholar, Osvald is better equipped to deal with enemies and their weaknesses, upon entering a fight he can make out at least one random weakness from each enemy.
• Scholarly Aptitude: Though Osvald may be a magical scholar, he is no slouch when it comes to combat, he is proficient with staves as blunt weapons that can function as more than just a tool to cast spells with, Osvald also has a high magical defense taking less damage from damaging spells and attacks that are magical in nature.

Weaknesses:

Osvald's Flaws

• Overly Analytical: Osvald's one caveat is that he approaches everything from a logical standpoint that he at times can seem out of touch with things like understanding others emotions as he thinks of things logically most of the time.
• Single-Minded: Driven by his desire for revenge, Osvald can miss the details that are most important when faced with the opportunity of exacting it. He will drop everything at the opportunity of chasing what he seeks. And might even resort to less than ethically moral choices to get what he wants.
• Scholar Not A Fighter: As a mage and a scholar Osvald is better equipped to deal with foes from afar, since he isn't as proficient in melee combat than others. He takes more damage from physical attacks if not well equipped and deals less physical damage.

Spirits:

• N/A

Inventory:

Weapons

• N/A:

Clothing & Apparel

• Prisoner's Rags: Osvald wears tattered and moth eaten rags, consisting of a ragged shirt and black linen pants that look as though they'd seens better days. His boots are scuffed and beaten and an iron manacle hangs upon his neck with the chain hanging down to his legs.
• Spectacles: A set of old circular spectacles with a wire frame.
• Overcoat: A large heavy brown overcoat that is worn over Osvald's attire to keep him from freezing.

Currency: N/A
Other: N/A

World of Light

Wordage: 362 (+1 points)
Experience: 18/30 EXP
Location: The Under

It was a good thing the Dancer placed her hand upon Artorias' armor with his attention focused upon her, once he was in the midst of fighting he would lose track of friend or foe at times and that may have been a risk one would try to avoid.

With a renewed vim and vigor the Wolf Knight felt his joints stop their incessant aching, he set to weaving amidst the dancer and her partner while they twirled. Whoever she was Primrose seemed almost otherworldly when she danced, the knight had to force himself to look elsewhere thankfully this was likely a better choice as he was met with all sorts of foes that came at him either chainsaws, gunfire and possibly some sort of incendiary weapons.

He took a few shots to the arm when he tried to raise his blade in order to protect himself yet even still he was not so easily felled even by something like bullets, he was a demigod after all. These Smallfry and Cutters were barely a nuisance to him, their attacks seemed to not faze him even though he bled. He left them in heaps of scrap, Smallfry had their arms ripped off or their bodies crumpled to the sheer Inhuman strength of his punches.

Too small to cut down even with his unmatched skill and strength, he settled to leave the brunt of his attacks to his fists. Pinning the larger robots with his blade to smash with his gauntlets.

It came time to deal with the Caretaker, severely hampered with so many fighters dealing with it at the same time. When it came to Artorias, the Wolf Knight came crashing into it with all his weight put into smashing into it with a single strike of his fist.

His aim not to dish a killing blow but to severely damage its metal body. Artorias thankfully boasted a strength far greater than most so his attacks were all the more devastating even with his bare hands.

The Wolf Knight opted to instead keep landing blow after blow to the Caretaker using brute strength instead of his blade. As he knew that the sword seemed less effective versus such constructs.

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G A B R I E L

"An old song, a touching one at that..." the duelist mused aloud to himself while scratching his goatee "Say you know this lad?" Gabe couldn't help but raise his brows at the faeries blush, almost put his mind off Brutrumukk almost he sighed. "I never should have done anything..." he mumbled running his fingers through his silvery hair.

"Anyways," the half-elf apt to talk about anything else cleared his throat "Pleasure to meet you..." Gabe bowed slightly "Beg pardon what is your name?"

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I'm going to post in a sec.

DC's Character Concepts & Ideas

Osvald V. Vanstein

Game Origin: Octopath Traveler II for Nintendo Switch, Ps4 and Ps5

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Personality: Oftentimes Osvald could have been described by his peers as a brilliant yet aloof man, whose focus upon the pursuit of knowledge outweighed all other aspects of his life. Osvald is more often than not a man of few words when he has no reason to speak, or to simply not speak at all. Though Osvald enjoys debates and discussing opinions, he finds some conversations a waste of time.

Osvald is quite the astute gentleman, but he is more often consumed by his thoughts than he would like. His approach to things that require thought is thorough and methodical, not one to gloss over any detail he can scrutinize.

Though the Scholar can come off as a bit too gruff and serious beneath that hard exterior is a kind hearted man. Yet the trauma of past events in his life, of loss and the mistreatment he suffered for years after. He has no qualms taking from others what he sees fit or to take back what he views as his.

It's not clear whether his state of mental health is a sign of more serious issues but he often suffers from dreams of some tragedy he keeps to himself. Not one to bother others with his goals but willing to work with others as even though he doesn't understand most people he values the conpany of those who share common interest.

Osvald is a mathematical genius in his scope of field, as it gave him insight into quantifying his formula of the One True Magic yet as much as he understood numbers in an equation he has more a lack of understanding of emotions like love yet he still feels it strongly for his family, especially his daugther Elena.

Background: Once a renowned scholar who lived happily in his home near the sea, with a loving wife and a daughter Osvald cherished above all things even his own work. He had everything he had wanted, until he met one man who would change it all...Harvey...

He met his soon-to-be research partner when attending a lecture in a city away from home interested in the man's own approach to Gratton's hypothesis of the One True Magic they shared their work. At first Osvald came to admire Harvey's intellect unaware of his true intentions...

You see Osvald's approach to Gratton's hypothesis of the Seventh so-called magic would actually prove to be a leap in the field of magic. Nobody had figured out yet that using the elements could be boiled down to such things as equations.

No one except Harvey, the man who took everything from him. Osvald came home to a house smouldering, without sign of his wife or child nor their call as he shouted desperately for them except the cruel laughter of the man he had once admired. Harvey took his life's work, and the things he cherished most all to claim the discovery of the One True Magic all for himself.

Osvald found himself being bound in chains by the towns authorities, who later would claim that only he was present at the scene of the crime and the only one with the ability to set his home ablaze Osvald was found guilty of murdering his family via magic at the order of the court receiving a life sentence that he would serve far away in the frigid north upon an prison camp to the far north.

Muzzled like a dog, and forced to toil in the mines at the hands of cruel jailers. The prisoners of Frigit Isle were put to work in inhospitable conditions, many would die either from the cold or at the hands of the men watching them.

He suffered for years, enduring the beatings, the whipping, the abuse...Not even the freezing cold could extinguish the raging fire in his breast.

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Specialty: Scholar; as a scholar Osvald is a master of magic and can use his magical abilites to great effect with his spells but works better at a range rather than in the center of all the fighting.
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10 EXP

Powers:

• Fireball: Fireball is a spell that deals fire damage to all enemies in a group when cast. Highly effective against large groups of enemies, but less effective when cast upon singular targets as the spell is more potent the more enemies there are in a group.
  ^{(Starting Power) Power Level: 1}

Strengths:

• Scholar of the Six Magics: Osvald is a renowned scholar, applying his skills with the elements and his own mathematical formulae to amplify and strengthen the cause and effect of all spells, with this he can effectively use most powers he gains if they are magical in nature. All elemental based spells and attacks Osvald uses deal significantly more damage. (Fire, Cold, Wind, Lightning, Light and Dark.)
• Intellectual Pursuit: As a mage and a scholar, Osvald is better equipped to deal with enemies and their weaknesses, upon entering a fight he can make out at least one random weakness from each enemy.
• Scholarly Aptitude: Though Osvald may be a magical scholar, he is no slouch when it comes to combat, he is proficient with staves as blunt weapons that can function as more than just a tool to cast spells with, Osvald also has a high magical defense taking less damage from damaging spells and attacks that are magical in nature.

Weaknesses:

Osvald's Flaws

• Overly Analytical: Osvald's one caveat is that he approaches everything from a logical standpoint that he at times can seem out of touch with things like understanding others emotions as he thinks of things logically most of the time.
• Single-Minded: Driven by his desire for revenge, Osvald can miss the details that are most important when faced with exacting his revenge or getting one step closer to finding the one he seeks to take his revenge upon. He will drop everything at the opportunity of chasing what he seeks. And might even resort to less than ethically moral choices to get what he wants.
• Scholar Not A Fighter: As a mage and a scholar Osvald is better equipped to deal with foes from afar, since he isn't as proficient in melee combat than others. He takes more damage from physical attacks if not well equipped and deals less physical damage.

Spirits:

• N/A

Inventory:

Weapons

• N/A:

Clothing & Apparel

• Prisoner's Rags: Osvald wears tattered and moth eaten rags, consisting of a ragged shirt and black linen pants that look as though they'd seens better days. His boots are scuffed and beaten and an iron manacle hangs upon his neck with the chain hanging down to his legs.
• Spectacles: A set of old circular spectacles with a wire frame.
• Overcoat: A large heavy brown overcoat that is worn over Osvald's attire to keep him from freezing.

Currency: N/A
Other:

World of Light

Wordage: 718 (+1 points)
Experience: 17/30 EXP
Location: The Under

At least, at least Artorias took solace for the time now that he was whole and his feet were planted firmly upon the ground. The knight however was reluctant to let himself relax yet, he would save that for when he felt the warmth of the sun and the light he was conflicted to believe could be anything but evil upon him.

It was afterwards on the long return journey, it was admittedly less than noteworthy but the other Seekers took it as an opportunity to recuperate from the experience.

Artorias could be seen every so often rubbing his shoulder reflexively, as if he was worried it might disappear again. Since he had joined the Seekers the knight maintained a bit of a distant demeanor, but this was borne not from lacking social skills it was due to the fact his speech seemed to be confusing or at times offensive to others.

Along the way he found himself at times wishing to speak but holding his tongue out of respect to let those around him speak amongst themselves. Still he was there to help deal with swarms if there were any or to just take the time to listen to his comrades discuss and recuperate from Kanna's meddling.

Artorias would have been a bit more in line to make sure the odd plant woman and her rabbit be kept supervised or even contained were they somewhere like Anor Londo but that was neither here nor there and she was no evil spirit of the Dark.

Kanna was best left here to her own devices, more importantly far from him and anyone else. Though Artorias did find her outgoing and bubbly demeanor amusing, it was not oft he met people so cheery considering the world he came from. These Seekers were a mixed bunch, almost alien at times while others were more closely human but still at least they were out to fix whatever this Galeem character had done to cause them all to be here.

It wasn't long before they arrived to where this vast metal behemoth towered, an odd machine with cables running from it like tentacles that apparently powered it from what he gathered listening to the dwarves and his companions conversations.

This 'Data Vault' as the dwarves called it apparently was what they had come there and back for, he left the technical stuff to everyone else feeling a bit at odds with the tech of the DRG crew.

Artorias felt like he'd never really get used to feeling out of place in such a setting. He could only hope maybe somewhere up on the surface there was a place for him, as his sword could only cut so much and cutting metal was not something he was capable of.

Once everyone was ready, the dwarf Overhard had set up some standing machinery that seemed to buzz and whir.

Then when the others in the DRG crew finally finished working at the batteries did the Caretaker make itself known, raising four robotic pillars and causing sparks of electricity to arc. Leaping out of harms way, Artorias grunted trying to find higher ground to keep out of the way of the Caretakers arms.

Once again the Wolf Knight took a back seat to the fight, playing support as he came to the aid of one of the Travelers, the Dancer whom called herself Primrose "Watch thy back. " the knight said simply after he rolled to his feet, leaping from his place to play the part of bodyguard.

He hesitated before speaking again "Do not take that as what thou may think," he added holding Finstertöter at the ready "Thou arte no damsel in distress." though he hadn't spoken much to either of the Travelers he had enough experience to say they could hold their own but even then it was smart to lend each other a hand or in this case a sword.

Thus the towering knight kept the Dancer’s proverbial rear covered while she cast her black magic, of which caused Artorias to raise a worried brow at but for the time he would put it out of mind as he kept his focus on the dangerous arcs of electricity and the deadly grasp of the Caretaker.

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I assume I succeed on a 21 😂

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<Snipped quote by Dark Cloud>

Sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you. ^^”
Roll History on the music.

@Guardian Angel Haruki

Also no it's fine, I should have just brought it up again in a less dickish way so I apologize.

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21 wow