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Final Fantasy XIV RP

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Alrighty. I'll start it, once I'm able. Just need one more question, do I know any spells, or am I totally new at this?

Final Fantasy XIV RP

@Hero

If a Blue Mage possible, by chance? If not, I can run a Machinist.

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Name: RB-VG-002/R-Series Synthesized Human

Known Aliases: Rebecca Blaskowitz, Becky Blast

Identity Status: Exceedingly Public

Race: Synthesized Human; a fashion of cybernetic circuits, clone tissue, artificial and adaptive A.I. to create a nigh-immortal human ingrained with knowledge beyond most experiences by combining datamasses of experiences.

Nationality: Undisclosed; Appears to be an American Valley Girl mixed with a Japanese Gyaru Girl by design and mannerisms

Gender: Female

Age: Undisclosed; Aging process is untellable, approximation at 17

Abilities:

Superconductive Railway Electric Cannon; Rebecca’s primary method of attack. By extending her arms before her -- left against her right, fingers curled against each other -- Rebecca creates a cylindrical, parallel set of currents with the positive current starting at her left fist, traveling down, through her, and becoming a negative current at her right fist. In-between, the Superconductive Railway, or the Railgun, which a projectile of some sort to close the gap. Usually, this is a marble. Not reason, other than Rebecca's love of them and ease of acquirement.

By spitting a marble from her mouth -- the only means she's to "load" her railgun without hands -- Rebecca wraps it in the dense field of electricity, and strikes it; bridging the gap, and the marble is repulsed with immense kinetic force.

At current, Rebecca has three cannon strengths that are determined by the space between her arms:

• Primary Cannon: The usual strength that Rebecca puts towards her cannon; the space is that of her middle fingers pressed together without bending, and can usual decimate heavy armor divisions like tanks or demolish a city block with the right angle.
  
  Usage of this cannon is the most frequent, and draws the least fatigue; able to be sustained for 7 to 10 shots. Due to its kinetic output, it has a forward travel speed of a half-mile, before experiencing drop-off.
• Secondary Cannon: If something is more stubborn that a Primary Charge can handle, Rebbeca will switch to this; the space is that of her pointer fingers pressed together without bending, and can easily destroy Metahuman Sentinels and uproot several city blocks.
  
  Less frequently used, this cannon sees an average of 3 to 5 shots. Due to its kinetic output, it has a forward travel speed of one mile, before experiencing drop-off.
• Tertiary Cannon: In times of extreme duress, Rebecca will fall back onto her strongest cannon: the space is that of her pinkies, and has been rumoured to have been the source of the recently photographed Blast Crater on the Moon.
  
  Hardly ever used, this cannon is lucky to see 1 shot, much less its absolute limit of 2. Due in part to its debut shot being botched, its kinetic output is known to be capable of striking the Moon, but the drop-off is currently unknown.

Spitball Spark: Rebecca, if unable to move an arm in position, or aiming to be sneaky, can create a very small railgun inside her mouth, using her molars to canines as her "arms", and her tongue to strike a marble held between her incisors. This can break her teeth from overuse, and isn't all that strong; just able to punch through cars, but unable to breech standard Kevlar, it's truly a sneak attack.

However, due to its low energy cost and the manner of "loading", Rebecca can feasibly fire as many marbles as she can cram in her mouth. Due to its kinetic output, it has a forward travel speed of less than ten-feet, before experiencing drop-off.

Highway Lance: As with her usual raingun, however, the effort is all contained to one arm -- usually, her right -- and the strike is made by her thumb. This uses less energy than a Primary Charge, but more energy than a Spitball Spark, and therefore lies as an offensive side option, if she cannot set up.

Due to its kinetic output, it has a forward travel speed of 1000 yards, before experiencing drop-off.

Static Cling; By inverting the current direction of her bioelectricity, Rebecca can invert the polarity in relation to herself and other objects, and create a "magnetic seal" between them. This allows her to cling to any surface, regardless of vertical or horizontal relativity; mean, she can create grip on something as smooth as glass or marble, and hang upside down. However, this ability does not penetrate rubber or non-conductive material without overcharging her cybernetic system, so Rebecca is generally able to hang with only her hands, unless she forgoes her fashionable sneakers.

Red Meat Regeneration : Rebecca's clone tissue can rapidly recontextualize similar tissue structures to heal wound and regenerate damage caused by her own power and foreign force. To sustain this, she eats a lot of fast food; hamburgers, mostly.

Background: Rebecca is your typical Asian-American Valley Gyaru Girl hybrid... at least, she is as now.

Before her accidentally exceedingly public coming out as a superhuman, she was a nearly lifeless doll of a person -- almost literally. Born in a tube, RB-VG-002/R-Series Synthesized Human -- codenamed Rebecca Blaskowitz -- was created with a network of cybernetic circuits that seem to function like a secondary vascular system; however, instead of moving blood, it moves bioelectricity. Raised in a sheltered, secret, and evil society... if it blew up, it was probably at her hands. From terrorist attacks on third-world countries to first-world attacks, Rebecca, emotionlessly, fired at whatever was ordering to be fired at; this escalated to the shooting down the Moon, itself.

However, before she could make the shot count, Rebecca was pulled, and her shot was pulled off-target, as well. Who? Why? Rebecca didn't know, as she cracked her head against the surface she stood upon, and blacked out. Upon awakening, the emotionless, walking railgun awoke with freed emotions and lack of understanding of why she was in a hospital with handcuffs on.

In a whirlwind of hush-hush government events, Rebecca ended up in the prison situation called High School, and attempts to balance homework and saving the day to atone for crimes she can't remember committing without breaking a nail.

Psychological Analysis: At a glance, Rebecca seems like your typical Valley Girl with Gyaru Girl fashion fused in; a deep, chocolate tan that looks almost sprayed on, make-up that readily stands out, and gaudy sunglasses perched upon long, overly-blonde hair, Rebecca doesn't hide in a crowd. Her attitude is that of one with a teenage superiority complex, or your usual High School Queen, and she's flippant about most things.

However, once set to task, her old programming keeps her to it. Underneath it all, there is a still an adaptive artificial intelligence that can instantly calculate the range of a target and the angle her arms as needed to be able to hit a target dead on while accounting for the rotation of the earth, wind speed, and her shot's parabolic path.

Strangely, Rebecca hates using her powers, as they usually cause feedback damage to her manicures and perfect smile, and she has to buy new marbles to replace the ones she uses as ammo. Furthermore, too many shots or prolonged fighting, drains Rebecca of bioelectricity, and causes a state of being much like anemia that cause her to become listless, cranky, and crave batteries.

Known Rival: Rebound
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Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

Tamara stalked through the town, as she moved with purpose; from store to store, shop to shop, she ghosted through the explosion-based chaos, and snipped and snapped items off ranks, shelves, and hooks. It would seem, normal people (note: those without demon blood) didn't take all that to kind to random, distressing explosive interruptions. "Noobs," scoffed the Samurai, as a woman sprawled past her. "Let's see..." Tamara pulled a twenty-foot length of rope off a shelf, and tossed it into an oaken barrel filled with sunflower petals on a wheelbarrow. "Now, I need to find a kitchen," she says, dragging the barrel behind her toward the inn.

Upon reaching the inn, Tamara wheeled the barrel into the kitchen, and rolled through the herb cabinet. "Ah, good ol' garlic," she says, taking the whole stock, and tossing them into the air. A kitchen knife in hand, she did a flurry of slashes, and chopped pieces of garlic fell into the barrel; settling upon the rope and sunflowers. "And, now, we cook..." Tamara put the barrel onto a pot shelf, above a rolling fire, and filled it with water. "O' Lord, Keeper of Us All, here my plea," she placed her hands on the barrel and closed her eyes.

"For a shepherd shall I be, for thee, my Lord, for thee. Thine power descending forth from Thy hand to me, so upon mine feet I may swift carry out Thine command. Ferrying a river flowing merrily, and teeming with sinful souls shall it ever be, for thee, my Lord, for thee. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I create this, blessed it be..."

Suddenly, the barrel, water, garlic, sunflower petals, and the rope were pulling into a blinding light, and burst into a synthesized item:

[Sunshine-blessed Rope of Vampiric Restraint]

Held in her hands, the rope infused with the oak wood of the barrel, the herbal essence of the garlic, the symbolic presence of the sun(flower petals), and the blessing of the Holy One above, pulled taut between her fingers, as she tired a noose for a lasso. Readying her tool, Tamara found herself a stable, and commandeered herself a horse while nobody was fit enough to really pay attention. Spurring the horse on, she rode for the town square, and launched the lasso out, as she came across Nimoa.

"Hiyah!" Tamara commanded, urging the horse on with it's new payload, as Nimoa was yanked, and all but cartoonishly flailing through the air. Broadly, the Cambion grinned, as she raced to the town gates.

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

Tamara cleared her throat; a bit forcefully, as people looked over. Duffed, Charlotte was confronted with the most seductive figure since forever in this paltry village; the Cambion blending, seamlessly, masculine handsomeness and feminine gracefulness with infernal persuasion and human charm. In short: she was friggin’ hot.

“Excuse me, pettanko,” she says, “Retreat your finger, and cease disrupting our meal.” C-3, cheeks crammed with as much greenery as possible, as she devoured several salads as swiftly as possible, looked back at Charlotte, and swallowed. “Pray, mine acquaintance is known to thee,” she asks, feigning ignorance. “Mine apologies, but I know thee not.” Tamara stood, hands on the table, allowing her, simultaneously, muscular yet soft build to flex, and her chest and rear to resume their struggle against the binding of her cotton-silk smallclothes. “I believe, you heard her,” she says, “Remove your hand, or must I assist you?”

C-3 whimpered, faking discomfort, as she tried to lean away from Charlotte; merely fueling the fire. After all, Charlotte didn't properly apologize for burning down that forest earlier; that was a good harvest for some uncommon herbs, and Class Syrups were not easy to make.

”Pe…” Charlotte would say, self consciously covering her bust. ”Pe…” she said, sounding a lot more upset this time as her face lit up red and her horns quiverd atop her brow. ”W-Who are you calling Pettanko!? I’m fun-sized!” Charlotte would say, once again regaining her composure as she assured herself that she was not, in fact, a member of the itty bitty committee, but rather that the WORLD WAS TOO FOCUSED ON GROTESQUE HUGE BREASTS! Nodding to herself, Charlotte looked as if she received a revelation of God, before spinning with a flourish. She didn’t WANT to accept the strangely attractive half spawn’s proposal, but...I mean, it wasn’t like she could fight it. After all, if the girl wasn’t C-3, she wasn’t C-3. Sighing, Charlotte removed a rather delectable (to a slime) looking piece of flint and said. ”Guess she really isn’t here...and I was saving this for an apology, too…”

C-3's hair twitched, and she eyed the flint hungrily. “Hm...” she groaned. “Surely, thou might part with it, if thou hast no use for it...” Tamara was looking confused, and before she stood up taller. “Enough of this!” she says, “What is your game, pettanko?”

”Nope. Can’t just give away an apology gift to a total stranger” Charlotte said, shaking her head. Her gaze met Tamara’s as she stood up, brow furrowed as she was insulted once again. ”What does it matter to YOU? If my friend isn’t here, then I’ll leave.” Charlotte said, shrugging. Spinning the polished piece of flint on her finger, she added: ”Unless, you’re looking to start something without reason, sag-hag.”

“Say that again,” Tamara hisses, hand traveling to her katana.

”Sure it won’t break your back to be reminded of how much those things sag?” Charlotte said, grinning as her fists clenched. Itty Bitty for life.

Tamara didn't retort, as her lashed out with her blade; cleaving cleanly through Charlotte's chest. The Anti-Material Severing Sword sheared through the armor, as if mere butter, yet phased through her skin, as if never there. Spinning her blade, she sheathed it from her iaijutsu draw. “My back is well,” she says, narrowing her eyes.

Charlotte cried out as the blade sunk into her skin...but...really didn’t hurt all that much. She was just left confused as to what happened before she saw that along the line of her clavicle the cloth had been cut, leaving her tie to fall to the floor, and her shirt to spill down, the folded over fabric just barely managing to keep the context of the writing at a solid PG-13. Blinking a few times, Charlotte stooped down to pick up her tie...before incinerating it in her grasp, letting the ash fall to the ground. ”I only have SIX of those!” Charlotte said, fitfully stamping her foot on the ground. ”What barn were you raised in where its proper to shred a princess’ clothes!?”

“You are brave,” Tamara says. “Useless Princess. Hrm...” Tamara shifted her posture, and her mask appeared in her hand. “[ Henshin!]” she pressed the mask to her face, and the armor seemed to pour out of it, and formed around her. Tamara shifted her stand to draw without warning.

Naturally, Charlotte did the only natural thing, and that was to punch Tamara in the face. I mean, she did start it. The unnatural part would be that she sent Tamara physically flying through the tavern’s wall and rolling out into the street. ”Oh no, I am NOT letting you strip me down more!” Charlotte said, pointing at Tamara from the hole in the wall. ”Seriously, what kind of pervert has swords that cut clothes off and nothing else! You...you...Pervert Samurai!”

Tamara sailed through the air without a bit of reaction, and landed with a deep skid. Her armor should have be crushed without fail from Charlotte dumb strength, but it was perfectly fine. “Was that all, useless princess,” she asks, “It'll take ages for someone of your strength to even ripple my armor.” Tamara shifted her posture, and stepped forward; covering several in a single stride. “A Gentle Spring Breeze!”

Her katana came sweeping out of nowhere.

Charlotte blinked, and that was all the time it took for Tamara to step forward, inches from her as her vaguely body shampoo named attack came towards her.

Naturally, Charlotte as a high level monk and super princess extraordinaire was definitely capable of deflecting the attack...but really, she had a feeling that special clothes cutting sword would just pass through her attempts to deflect it anyways. As such, Charlotte would lift her right leg up as high as possible over her head, in the process Tamara ALSO got to see her panties, which, might have been payment for the axe kick that impacted against the back of her head. ”Exceed Maiden’s Axe!” she would cry out, the air itself igniting from her kick as she sent Tamara slamming into the ground, letting her bounce once before being kicked away again with her other foot. The second was much weaker, more just to get her the hell away. ”Seriously, not looking for a fight right now. Just a cutie patootie slime. So buzz off, lady!”

Tamara couldn't help her nosebleed, before she was bounced, and repelled. As she landed, she tilted her head. “A slime...” she sniffed the air; tilting her head upwards, before lowering it. “That smell... Demon Royalty... the stench of sulfuric brimstone... No wonder you reek of shampoo...”

Charlotte beamed proudly, pudding a hand over here heart and the other on her hip as she proudly proclaimed: ”That’s right, you smelt it here first, pervert. You stand in the presence of Charlotte Andromalius Nix Iscaron herself! Tremble in awe at my princesslyness!” she said, practically radiating confidence as she pulled her top’s torn front up to the point where it was cut, a superheated tail tip gliding across it to melt the fabric together. It still looked messed up, but at least it wasn’t falling on itself now.

Tamara removed her mask, and set it to her hip, as her armor was absorbed into it. Her eyes narrowed, and her horns grew larger, as a thin, spade-tipped tail unwrapped from her hip. A hand slipped to her back, as she drew her wakizashi... blood-red and black-stained mist hissed from within. “If I bring Daddy your head...” she says, “Kybinae Village will become famous. Please, die for the sake for mine and theirs.”

“I'll have your head, Pettanko Princess!” Tamara shouted, nearly warping forward.

Only to be, suddenly, stopped by C-3; arms stretched to both sides, as she stood, full body blocking Tamara. “Enough!” she barked.

Charlotte lowered her stance, prepared to catch Tamara’s blade as she felt the air pressure around her change, before suddenly that little drow girl burst between them. Stumbling a bit, Charlotte said: ”H-Hey! Don’t just go running between two people standing off! You’re gonna get hurt little lady. Also why do you sound like my bestie?” she said.

“God save, you are dense,” C-3 says, as she kept her attention on Tamara. “What's going on here!?” she was so confused. “Trust me, that's long explanation that will confuse her more than you,” C-3 says. “Gimme yummy, now!”

Charlotte recognized that whiny voice, and immediately tossed the flint at the drow girl. ”Ohhhh, I get it now. You were bumming food off of her by pretending to be an orphan.” she said, smiling at her. ”Pretty clever, C-3. Though, make sure you never tell any Drow about this. They get mad about people impersonating them. Something about ‘Underdark face’ or something.”

C-3 literally didn't care. She was munching on the flint. Tamara was at a loss, but sheathed her wakizashi; the mist being corked. Charlotte got a whiff of it, and could tell it was a helluva legacy being controlled. Not royalty or anything close, but something she'd heard off. Stalking over, she started sniffing at C-3; she could smell her ambition, hopes, dreams, and precociousness. “Ahhh!! I wanna keep you!” Tamara squealed, hugging C-3 tightly.

Charlotte got a whiff of the legacy, but merely swatted it away with her hand. What she REALLY cared about was someone sniffing and cuddling C-3. She was, quite literally, the only one legally permitted to do that. She had her father make it a law, for crying out loud! Going over, Charlotte hugged C-3 as well. ”Hands off my bestie!”

“Refuse!” Tamara says, hugging persistently. “So preciously... So delicious... Such a wonderful smell,” she looked at Charlotte, “...unlike some, Pettanko Princess, and that rancid shampoo.”

Charlotte pushed Tamara’s face away with her hand, trying to wrench her off of C-3. ”At least I don’t reek of sweat, incense, and poorly thought out oaths!” she snapped back.

Tamara growled. “It's called pheromones!” she says, pushing on Charlotte's face, the same. “Learn your scents! And, my oath is well-thought-out!”

The sound of footsteps echoed across the cobblestone road as a plethora of guards had assembled while the twosome had fought over their squishy focus. The rather burly captain of the guard was just staring at the three, before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a picture of himself and his daughter before sniffling once. ”Take them to prison. Pedophilia is DOUBLE illegal here.”

Now stuck in a cell, Tamara and Charlotte could bicker all they liked...while the captain of the guard gave C-3 his coat and bought her another salad.

”Heroooooooooooo~!” Charlotte wailed, rattling the bars of her and Tamara’s cell with a metal mug. She was...definitely crying. Princesses didn’t get jailed!

“Hey, my swords! My mask!” Tamara whined, huddled on the cot. “My Squishy!”

C-3 was okay with this. Free salad was the best kind of salad. “Mine thanks to thee,” she hugged the Captain of the Guard, “This is delicious!”

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“I shouldn't...” C-3 says. “Meat... isn't good for me...” Standing up, C-3 gathered herself, Loli-size again, started for the cave mouth. “I'll go see what herbs and rocks are scattered around here. Surely, something is edible,” she says, leaving the bulk of the meat to Tristan and Charlotte.

There was no universe in which she wanted to admit that meat made her gassy. That didn't happen to someone of her caliber... as long as she shied away from meat. Red; White; Dark; All in-between; It didn't matter, if it was once living flesh and blood, it couldn't enter her perilously delicate stomach. Shuddering, as she scoured the ground for basic herbs, she was unimpressed by the growth. It seemed anywhere that populated by primarily Human or Elven species would only host the most basic needs.

Sighing, C-3 inhaled slowly, and exhaled slowly, gathering up the magic she'd siphoned off Charlotte, and solidified her form into a smooth, flesh-like texture, as pushed her torch oil into her skin, and mixed powdered chalk into her obsidian-hued skin; adding the white powder to the black, and tinting her skin more of dark chestnut. Rubbing her cheeks, she raised her cheekbones; Rubbing her nose, she pressed it inwards like a squat button; Rubbing her temples, she formed pointed ears that jutted outwards pronouncedly; Rubbing her eyes, she shaped them with a fair slant, yet childishly a wide gaze.

Looking into a small stream, C-3 looked at her face. “A little too Drow,” she chastised herself, “It will do, though. Now, my voice,” she cleared her throat, and rubbing it, “How's this,” her pitch was too low, “Let's try this,” and ended up way too high. Frowning, C-3 tried once more. “This outta be nice,” and she hit the sweet spot. “Perfect,” C-3 says, “Now, just to add the Elven accent. Ahem,” she poked at her throat, “Mine name is Cecilia Camilla Charr,” she curtsied, “A pleasure to meet thee.” C-3 made a face, but sucked it up. People weren't all that friendly to Slimes, and Obsidian Slime, less-so; turned out, people don't like things with an explosive penchant.

Standing, C-3 crushed a pill in her mouth, “[Syrup of the Wizard]”, and extended her hands, “[Create Rags]”, before creating a pile of rags, and snapping her fingers, “[Fae-weave]”. Spells cast, C-3 donned the rags that were could be called clothing with GREAT consideration, and rubbed her gooey hair. “Last bit,” she says, as she shaped slime into short, curly hair; added firmness with powdered flint, and smoothness to the touch with her torch oil.

“I look like an orphan,” C-3 says, as she wrapped rags around her like bandages, “...but, I can use that to mine advantage.” Smirking, Cecilia Camilla Charr the Orphaned Draw slowly made her way towards the near township.

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Tamara wasn’t concerned about the aggravated assault by the random demoness; her full-blooded kin were stupid like that, untempered like a half-breed. Sure, full-bloodedness allowed for a significant margin of power, but, a lack of temper begat nothing more than a wild animal. It was easy to turn the supposed block to her advantage, as Tamara shifted her katana, and the Material Severing Sword slid down the sword that parried it... an enchanted edge cutting through the foreign metal without slowing.

If not for having to dodge from the sudden kick -- either lashed out of instinct or a simple follow-up -- the demoness would have found her sword nearly cleaved in two, instead of simply hanging on by a mere inch of steel. Normally, Tamara would not be bothered by a kick -- her armor would have devoured the impact -- of any sort, however, she was concerned for Regalia, and didn’t want her caught by a stray inch.

Fortunately, that didn’t seem like it would be a problem, henceforth, as Nimoa stood before her -- passage obfuscated by a small, but tangible stream of water -- and was made helpless. Sheathing her katana, Tamara shifted Regalia into both arms. “Stand even, Vampire,” she ordered, “There is no honor in attacking the helpless.”

Suddenly, there was a tug at Tamara's sheathed wakizashi...

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C-3 sighed, as she made her way through the village. It was... for lack of a better adjective: BORING. Sure, she was there to try and steal something greener than the meager selection along its perimeter... but, still, SOMETHING had to happen.

Fortunately, it was the shout out of two demons and the clash of swords that brought her hopes up, as Valkira flung herself at Tamara, and was counterattacked. C-3 could practically smell the ironworks, the smoke, and powders; such finery in masonry and metallurgy. Her stomach rumbled, and she tottered over to Tamara. 'Wait?! What!? A Dark Paladin!? Here!? But, they only exist around Kybinae Village...!’ she thought, as she recognized the infamous armor. 'Relax. Cambion are friendly with Drow. I'll be okay...’

Reaching up, as Tamara declared her intention to face her prey honorably, C-3 pulled at the sheathed weapon she could reach, and drew the Samurai's attention. Turning, Tamara looked down from behind her mask, and set Regalia on C-3's head... before giddly squealing and hugging the hell out of C-3. “You are so cutest! So PRECIOUS!” she'd abandoned dignity for wonton enjoyment. “What do you desire of me, precious demi-blood? I will procure the very Heavens, if so needed!”

“Mine needs are --" C-3's stomach burbled, cutting her short. “Food!” Tamara says, “So shall it be!”

C-3 had no chance to fight, as Tamara carried her and the chimeral infant to the nearest place to eat. Nimoa and Valkira utterly forgotten for the time being. In the short distance, Charlotte would feel a challenge issued and rival born...

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“Wait upon,” C-3 corrected. “The idiom is, “to wait upon, hand and foot,” which implies absolute subservience. That's what you meant, you vainglorious simpleton.” From inside her lute-keeping bedding, C-3 forged a single eye open, an eye closed, and a toothless mouth, “Don’t speak so brazenly, when the situation is your fault to begin with -- to speak of conquest with such grandeur, yet act with such foolish short-sightedness. It infuriates that you fail to learn, timelessly.” Soundlessly, C-3 sighed, before forming her upper half, and wrapped her arms around Charlotte's neck and across her back; pressing talon-tipped fingers into silk-swaddled flesh, as she pulled the fool of a Demon Princess to her knees. “What am I to do with you, my delusional mate?”

A faint hint of a smile crest her lips, as C-3 fully defined the features she borrowed from Charlotte; knowing, full well, the demoness loved nothing more than herself with such a well-groomed Ego. “You are lucky, Dragon's treasure,” she says, pressing her forehead to Charlotte’s; glass-enshrouded of sapphire meeting those of brilliant, supernova crimson, horns of flash power and flint stone grinding gently against horns of shelled bone and infernal heritage, “but, only so, as I'm hungry...”

“I need magic,” C-3 says, able to speak as her tongue drifted down Charlotte's neck, and she sent her to the ground with a sudden push. C-3 crawled forward, on hand and knee; an obsidian version of Charlotte with eyes of blue. Looming over the royal, she whispered, “You'll part with some,” she grinned brightly, mouth aligned with fangs, “won't you?”

Charlotte was taken completely off guard as she basked in being a whatever-glorious whatever that C-3 called her, pulled to her knees and then pushed onto her back as C-3 loomed over her. Blinking a few times, Charlotte smiled. ”Sure!” she’d say, not at all understanding that C-3 didn’t, in fact, learn what “mate” was from an Australian. To say that Charlotte was dense was offensive to her 2 Intelligence. The girl was a black hole of stupid. ”By the way, ‘me’ is a great look for you. But, I kinda like your own style a little more,” the demon princess would say, pulling C-3 into a hug. ”After all, C-3’s at her cutest when she’s her usual explody self.”

C-3 gurgled, as she was yanked down. Her Magic Pool was a net worth of goddamn zero, and Charlotte was brimming with it like a spoiled, million-billion-gatrillionaire... with the power to snap her unsnappable back. “Lemme breathe, you insipid... gaaahh...” C-3 groaned, as Charlotte's hug exerted force enough to solidify were her arms rested. “Temper your strength, you airhe -- ooooww...” C-3 groaned, as she struggled to be free of the vapidness that held her. It was not working, as she flailed. “And, what style, even!? I'm a slime pretending to be anything but -- ack!”

Charlotte gingerly let go of C-3, now just kind of resting her hands on her back. ”Woops.” she would say as she just started softly petting C-3’s head, where her hair would be if it wasn’t just shaped slime. ”What’s wrong with saying you have a style? You like to look, act, and explode things in a certain way, right?” Charlotte would question, tilting her head.

”After all, you’re a dragon-styled slime, right?”

“No, I'm an Obsidian Slime,” C-3 says, “Being a dragon... a pathetic dream.” C-3 huffed. “I'm not closer to it than I was years ago; I'm no stronger, no cleverer, no more threatening. I'm a pathetic rock eater, and little else,” she says, losing refinements, as she shifted back to herself, “My talents all stolen for people or books. A slime is nothing. A beast, barely. No matter what you say.” C-3 looked at her, eyes wobbling and leaking oil, “After all, your word may salve a moment's wound, but you know nothing of struggle and failure; of being the lowest-given tier. Alive, at, literal, rock bottom.”

”What’s wrong with being a beast?” Charlotte asked, not once losing her smile as she looked at C-3. ”I mean, I’m a demon, after all. The entire WORLD wants me dead for existing, pretty much. And, don’t say that you’re on the bottom. I bet that in a little while, you could kill a dragon all on your own if you wanted.” Charlotte would say as she wiped the oil from C-3’s eyes.

”Like I said before C-3...we’re going to the top of the world together. After all...you’re my personally picked retainer. If you really were the lowest tier of monsters, do you think I would hold you close like this?” she asked, deftly plucking C-3 into her arms once more and standing, supporting the back of C-3’s “knees” with one arm, and her neck with the other.

“I don't know what you would do, you unpredictable showboat!” C-3 yelped. “Wh-What are you doing!?” Futilely, she squirmed against Charlotte; exhausting her already trounced Stamina, “...why did you use my name? You never do.”

Charlotte looked bewildered for a moment. ”I don’t?” she would ask, looking up and poising her tail behind herself in the shape of a “?”. ”...Hrm...aaahh...nnnn...Nah. Must be your imagination.” Charlotte said, nodding confidently. ”Anyways, you need some of my blood to refuel, right? Mr. Hero’s gonna take foreeeeeever, so I might as well let you lick some now,” she would say as she gently set C-3 down, removed one of her gloves, and pricked the tip of her index finger on one of her horns, before sticking it right into her mouth.

“Thiff fift murfifying...” C-3 says, as she was thrust into the situation. “Thiff fift fluw...” she grumbled, as she was getting the most paltry magic return for her effort. “Aun, yuu di...” C-3 knew she would get a faster response from an actual blood vessels, but, Charlotte was the Empress of Dunderhead Island, so, here she was... this would take forever, too.

“73. 51. ...” Awkwardly, enter, Tristan.

”S’up?” Charlotte asked, waving to Tristan as he entered, then dumped the bounty of his hunt on the floor. That thing was huuuuuuge. ”Oh, nice! Chimera meat is gamey, but otherwise the texture’s top notch. I can cook it in a jiff!” she would say before lifting her hand, heat starting to generate within her palm AGAIN.

The two in the cave with her would be getting a sense of eerie deja vu…

C-3 shoved her freakout to the side, and slithered up Charlotte’s arm, and clamped into her neck -- pulling as much magic as she possibly could without blowing up. It wouldn’t even dent the moron’s active supply, much less her unfathomable stores, but, at the very least, it would stop her from nuking the cave.

Charlotte yelped as C-3 crawled up her arm, trying to shake her off as her magic was absorbed. ”H-Hey, what’s the big idea? I was gonna use my special Barbeque Style Fireball...” she would complain, as the pitiful fireball, drained of its essence slowly curled forward, before falling to the ground, leaving the barest of scorch marks on the ground. C-3 would also be able to taste how little Charlotte actually put into her Barbeque Fireball. Seems she really DIDN’T mean to go full power for once.

“I’ll cook it,” C-3 says, “I’m an Alchemist, after all. Barest a step removed from Chefficer.” C-3 hopped down, and pulled her slime apart in bits and pieces; shaping them into pots and pans, utensils and knives, and bags which were full of herbs. “Find something to do, I suppose,” she says, “I got this.”

Charlotte smiled, excitedly clapping. ”Awesome! I don’t know how slime forks work, but awesome! I’ll leave it to you then, C-3.” she would say, hugging her slime retainer once more from behind, before flopping onto her back and letting her stomach loudly proclaim just how hungry she was.

---

Little time had transpired between the birth of Regalia IV and the abandonment of Regalia III, and the Samurai had entered the town where he target had hidden herself. Nimoa, Scourge of the Sun. Her name was know through Kybinae Village, and her mission to enshroud this God-blessed world in darkness was better known. Her slinking through the shadows and her cowardly penchant had make it so few saw her truly, but there was no Paladin or Samurai of Kybinae Village that hadn't heard of her villainy, as stated.

The fourth in her family, the Samurai, armed with the Blades of Eros, as passed down in her family, and the Chimera Mount infamous to her clan, would do her village proud by ensuring that there was a sun to have good relations under forward. For that, Nimoa had to die.

And, anyone else with her.

~ ~ ~

It wasn't hard to track down a vampire. They were unusual, easy to notice in the daylight hours, as the shunned the sunshine, and favoured the nightshade. People spoke of Nimoa, as if nothing more than an innocent child, beggaring herself to beseech anyone to aid her in snuffing the glorious sunlight in favor of unending moonlight. However, no-one seem in league with her -- a fortune to them. Of course, they may, also, have been enthralled to lie to her; such was the vampire craft.

However, as she was about to switch tactics, she heard it: “I'm gonna ask the hero to put out the sun!”

“Nimoa!” Tamara swapped Regalia from one arm to another, and drew her katana without issue. The blade slipped through the air before her, and it cleaved through the generic town water fountain (you know, that one that is ALWAYS in a Town Square, because of an unspoken rule) that stood between her and her like rice paper. “My name is Tamara Gozolla of Kybinae Village! I challenge you to mortal combat for the honor of the Sun everlasting! Prepare to die!” she shouted, as she stepped through the fountain of water, as the stone halves that once contained it fell to either side with a crash.

“Rawr!” Regalia offered, swiping a tiny paw.

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

As Charlotte carried Mallory to town like some reverse Prince Charming, they were past by a figure layered head to foot in plated mail of white, pure as the driven snow, that was expertly bolted together with bindings and rivets of black, like a corporealized craftings of space. Upon their head, a horned helm that fronted an faceless mask with but two silted voids where eyes could be approximated on a standard human face.

A Samurai, by immediate design, their weapons were obvious against their ethereal design; a katana resting in an ivory scabbard, inlain with an intricate, swirling pattern of onyx, and a wakizashi seated within a scabbard of what smelt of coal, designed with scales of bone. However, most triumphant of their armaments was their mount; no mere, meager thoroughbred, but a beast of true might in in triplicate, harnessed and reigned by magicked, dragon-scale gilding.

A Chimera.

Untameable lion. Insatiable goat. Deceiving snake. Beasts of might, hardiness, and guile, fused to a singular form and blessed by their bestial knowings. And, it was their mount. Royalty of Beasts, reduced to a mere riding horse. As the beast stepped by with footfalls like thunderclaps, the Samurai looked down at their traveling companions-in-passing, and then carried on. Ahead of them, and beyond, on towards the forest in which hid the twosome would take residence in...

---

In her restlessness, C-3 surged with emotion; her home lost to fire, anew, and irreparable. Her body was still weak, Stamina still lower then she could function with, and yet, she forged herself a hand that slapped the cave floor; fingers ended by three-inch long claws, and, in spite of the goo, scaled by her flash powder spines from base to shoulder, as she formed as entire arm. It was difficult, remembering what a human form consisted of... arms, ended by hands, by fingers, by nails, but end at an elbow, no... a shoulder... It ends at the shoulder...

A wing, large, spanning, ripped free of the thick surface, as C-3 struggled to remember. So much magic was wasted. She was just a slime. Talented, but still a beast -- one unable to do more than pretend. A slime had their station in life, didn't they? Recycling; all matter, no matter what, could be busted down by their form, and the worst places could be make habitable within time with smart application of her mindless kin

That's all Charlotte needs me for...

Her thoughts were dour, and her form rippled; firmity sapped, suddenly. C-3 didn't feel like leaving her lute; her prison that Charlotte thought so cute for her. Would that she have never seen that Carbon Dragon, and never seen a beast of such caliber. Would that she'd perish in the Carbon Dragon's World-shaping Ability, Carbonflagration, and become Carbonite with her old world. Would that she never been inspired with the thought, 'I, too, could be such a beast,’ and never gained sapience.

Carmella Celina Charr, a name cobbled together from snippets and snatches of conversation. C-3, a nickname given by those with tongues too lazy, and a skill that only Archwizards could lay claim to. Not a beast. Not a slime. Not someone like her, so foolish to dream she could be more. As if simmering, her slime bubbled with a cacophonous mixture of oils, herbal and wooden, which scattered as bursts of bubbles and leaked down the sides of her prison.

Even a mere slime knew sadness... and, a broken dream could bring anyone tears...

---

A keening cry escaped the mewling, bleating, and hissing mouths of a newborn Chimeras, as blind eyes probed the world for desperation of attention. Bound to a nearby tree, an old oak, and muzzled against all mouths, the mother struggled to meet the needs of her child, but found her leash incomparably shorter than ever before. “Rest yourself,” says the Samurai, as they looked up. “This is, but, another in the cycle that befalls your kind. A beast without a host of care for humanity must be tamed by that which they care for not, 'lest they misstep and vanish beneath an unseen heel.”

Jerking forward, the mother Chimera tried to sweep a claw out at the Samurai whom she had entrusted her life to, and fought as one with. Unwavering, the Samurai simply held the infant beast up, and fed the lion head with a bottle of milk passed down through generations. “Your mother struggled, as did hers, and, in time, this one, too, will struggle, as is her fate,” says the Samurai, “A beast is to be tamed and learned. This is our last time together. Hate me, if you will, it trials me not. Goodbye, Regalia, your daughter succeeds you. And, shall never know you.”

Turning, the Samurai smiled beneath their mask, as they Chimera struggled to free herself, instinctively driven to give chase, and emotionally driven to right this betrayal. “We've much to accomplish, Regalia,” they say, petting the goat head, “That vampire must die, after all to keep the sun shining on this God-blessed World.” Infantilely ignorant, the newest to the line known as Regalia, made a happy series of sound. She was needed, and loved, by the figure she knew as mother.

That was perfect.

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

C-3 watched in dread silence, as everything burned down behind them; fists clenched in rage, as she trembled and her slime bubbled with a violence -- forcing Charlotte to drop her, and she fell to hand and foot. Standing on the tips of her fingers and toes, C-3 hissed; releasing smoke from the internal combustion that was taking place. “My home-stuff... It's all burning away... All burned... All again... Put it back... My treasure, my hoard... [Nip of Ability: Level Exchange]...” Charlotte would noticed that C-3 lost all her Levels in Thief, suddenly, as they dumped into Alchemist, and she gained several abilities and her MP sharply increased. Her back boiled across the surface, before her slime erupted in a gruesome display at three points; two at her “shoulder blades” and one at her “tailbone”.

“[Lesser Alchemized Beast: Drake]...” she said, as her throat flexed to swallow a potion. Abruptly, the geysers of slime solidified into a pair of thick, chunky wings with no edges, but a sense of density, and a similarly rounded, heavy-looking tail. From her fingers and toes, thick, dulled talons ejected, and didn't seem able to articulate them as expertly as she could before. However, that was the least of Charlotte's worries, as C-3's MP sharply increased again -- almost four times her HP. “Haaa... [Beast Skill: Manaforge]... [Beast Skill: Untether]... Charr.... [Beast Skill: ...]... [Beast Skill...]... Grrr...” C-3 faltered, claws digging into the ground as she tried to stay awake -- her Stamina was burning away. Still, she lifted into the air; untethered by gravity, as a Alchemized Beast, “You destroyed everything... Don't care... I'll make you... [Beast Skill: Blaze]!”

C-3 aligned herself above Charlotte and Mallory, and charged a swirling blaze at her mouth, before suddenly crashing back to the earth.

Her Stamina hit ZERO.

Charlotte could see the spells unwind and unravel to the ethereal, for Alchemy was no less fleeting than Wizardry, and C-3 slipped into unconsciousness; reverting to her original form. It would take nothing for the self-proclaimed Final Boss to get her back in her lute case, and quell her for a time.

And, maybe, think about her antics a little more than not at all.

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First Name	Katherine
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Last Name	Bátori
Birthday	5/05
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Age	42
Gender	Female
Bio	Show “Nothing special,” is how Katherine would describe herself. A young woman, an office worker, lost in the winds of life and finances; struggling to support herself, her bills, and kick Jack Daniel's to the curb with his friend from Newport. Trapped in a small apartment, behind a string of boyfriend's, a handful of girlfriends, and a bucket of lovesick tears, Katherine seeks the finer things in life, yet has no drive to accomplish anything. Subconsciously, she knows, she's perfectly content to slave away at her nine to five, occasionally curl up next to a nameless body at the end of dragging work week, and disappear behind a haze of alcohol and menthol.

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Camille Alucord AKA Cammy

Age	29
Gender	Female
Race	Rittan
Tale	Show Beautiful. Bright. Not at all miserable. Cammy is everything that Kathrine could never be; shamelessly. Able to rack back all the drinks and smokes in the whole wide world of Elder Tale, Cammy seems to be breezing on the high life that she always dreamed of -- albeit with a lot more murder than she planned for. Unfortunately, she's an incurable sickness that drives everyone she's partied with to death. That sickness: lovesickness. A lovesick fool, in real life and digital life, Cammy still seeks to find that perfect person...

Classes and Abilities

Main Class: Assassin Lv90

Disappear	Info Class Skill: Sets the Condition: [Hidden] on Cammy. This skill cannot be used in combat.
Backstab (Lance)	Info Class Skill: Deals doubled damage to a target while [Hidden]. Contrary to the name, this Skill needn't be employed from the back. Conditional: Quadrupled Damage when Blood-stained Umbrellance is used.
A Shadow in the Dark	Info [Disappear] Subclass Augment: Sets the Condition: [Hidden] on Cammy upon breaking eye contact during night hours, even during combat. Requires [Vampire] Subclass with the [Lord/Lady] Passive Skill.
Lightweight	Info Subclass Augment: Passively grants Cammy [Agility+] and halves Fall Damage.
Flightweight	Info [Lightweight] Subclass Augment: Passively grants [Agility ++], and seemingly allows Cammy to glide short distances, as well as fully negate Fall Damage. Requires the [Vampire] Subclass Lv30 and [Assassin] Main Class Lv30
Honorless Second	Info Offense Skill: Replicate any other Offensive Skill that Cammy uses with her own Shadow, but is hindered by a moderate cooldown.
A Shadow Striking Amongst the Reeds	Info Class Skill: Summon multiple copies of the equipped weapon, so long as it is a Lance-type weapon, and create a veritable mass of "reeds" and strike in-between the shadows cast by them. As long as this field is up, Cammy is constantly [Hidden], however, this has a massive cooldown. Requires [Assassin] Main Class Lv70 and Lance-type Weapons.
Switch-a-roo	Info Defense Skill: Swaps place with any allied target with less [Hate!] values than herself within melee range of Cammy's target, and swap these values; effectively shirking [Hate!] and taking focus off herself.

Active Subclass: Illusion Mage Lv85

Minor Illusion	Info Defense Skill: Creates an illusion that is no better than a static image; as if, a photograph blown up to realistic sizes. It won't fool sentience for long, however. Still, it can serve as a means to decrease or even diffuse [Hate!] values.
Major Illusion	Info Defense Skill: Creates illusions of substance; I complete with movement and concept beyond a photograph. Still, it is imperfect, and eventually loops on itself. However, it's much easier to decrease and diffuse [Hate!] values.
Master Illusion	Info Defense Skill: Creates illusions almost untellable from reality until brought to a challenge outside it magical strength to resist dispelling. All but perfect, anyone caught in this, unless higher level than Cammy loses all [Hate!] values instantly.
Thermal Illusionary	Info [Minor Illusion]/[Master Illusion] Skill Augment: Adds heat values to the imagery; fire shows up hot ice shows up cold, and so on -- cannot produce unknown temperatures.
Auditory Illusionary	Info [Major Illusion] Skill Augment: Adds sound values to the imagery; allows for scripted speech, and ambient sounds -- cannot produce unknown sounds.
Olfactory Illusionary	Info [Master Illusion] Skill Augment: Adds scent vues to the imagery, giving everything the right smell... even that pile of trash -- cannot produce unknown smells.
Seamlessly Surrealistic	Info [Master Illusion] Skill Augment: A Ritual Spell that upgrades a [Master Illusion] into a [Realistic Illusion] by adding real damage values to elements by overlapping the false imagery with [Charmed] or [Dominated] Monsters and the surroundings. Requires a Lv80+ [Illusion Mage] Subclass with the [Master Illusion] Defense Skill, [Thermal Illusionary] Augment Skill, [Auditory Illusionary] Augment Skill, and [Olfactory Illusionary] Augment Skill that has completed the Side Story: [Seamlessly Surrealistic]. A [Realistic Illusion] cannot be simply tossed up, as they requires immense forethought and planning during a Ritual Spellcast Time. However, for all this effort, it cannot be brought down without Divine Intercession or the Caster's say-so. Consequently, this can only be performed once a week.

Roleplay Subclass: Vampire Lv88

Vampire Neophyte	Info Subclass Passive: Triggers upon the Vampire Virus taking hold of the infected after 24 hours; bestows a constant Debuff during the daytime, and equally constant Buff during the nighttime, while opening a host of unique skills Daytime Attack - Defense - HP Recovery -- MP Recovery -- Accuracy - Sneak Attack -- Nighttime Attack + Defenses + HP Recovery ++ MP Recovery + Accuracy + Sneak Attack ++
Blood Drinker	Info [Assassination] Skill Augment: Allows Cammy to use her [Assassination] as a Vampire would, and sink her fangs into her target. Damage dealt by this strike become health for Cammy. Requires [Vampire Neophyte] and beyond.
Purification by Blood Drinking	Info [Blood Drinker] Skill Augment: Allows Cammy to use her [Blood Drinker] Skill to purify her blood, and remove Status Effects that do not disable her physical movement.
Enthralling Looks	Info Passive Skill: Enemies that can see Cammy to hesitate in some fashion to attack her, lowering their chance to hit her significantly.
Shadowy Rebirth	Info Summon Skill: Functional only on creatures that are [Charmed] and [Bound], this Skill consumes said creature, and adds it to Cammy's shadow -- a Beast Tamer-like spell list of summons. Being, but, a shadow, it is shadowy imitation of a true Beast Tamer Summon, however, these Shades are able to function as offensive and defense units; fully equipped with Health Bars, Attack Values, and Defense Values. Unfortunately, they are unable to use anything beyond basic attacks, and the stronger the creature, the fewer times it can be summoned.
Enslave	Info Subclass Augment: Allows Cammy to [Dominate] creatures equal to or less than her [Vampire] Subclass Level. Requires [Charming, Major Monster], [Binding, Major Monster], and Lv50+ [Vampire] Subclass.
Vampire Noblesse	Info Passive Skill: Cammy is able to summon a Shade of any creature charmed by her [Charming, Minor Monster] Skill.
Vampire Princess	Info Passive Skill: Cammy is able to summon a Shade of any creature charmed by her [Charming, Major Monster] Skill.
Vampire Lady	Info Passive Skill: Cammy is able to summon a Shade of any creature charmed by her [Enslaved] Skill.
Vampire Empress	Info Passive Skill: Cammy gains access to the unique [Vampire] Subclass Skill: [Betrothal].
Swarming Howl	Info Mitigation Skill: Requires the [Assassin] Main Class at Lv20+ to trigger properly, allowing Cammy to unleash monstrous howl that summons a swarm of bats from her target's shadow, while wrapping herself in her own, and transforming her into a wolf. This breaks her current engagement, and decreases [Hate!] values against her.
Swarming Howl of the Pack	Info [Swarming Howl] Skill Augment: Requires Lv40+ [Assassin] Main Class and [Vampire Princess] to trigger, which summons a swarm of bats from the shadow of all targeting her, and Shade Wolves to her side equal to all targeting her, before scattering them to break her engagements, and diffuse all [Hate!] values against her immediately.
Betrothal	Info Buff Skill: Creates a unique Buff upon Cammy and an allied player called [Betrothed]. By bestowing a temporary semblance of the [Vampire] Subclass upon the betrothed player, both they and Cammy gain the following buffs: Betrothed Attack ++ Defense ++ Health+ Negate Flank (30ft) Negate Sneak Attack (30ft)

Passive Subclass: Vampiric Seductress Lv85

Charming, Minor Monster	Info Subclass Skill: Allows Cammy to charm and influence creatures from Lv1 to Lv19.
Charming, Major Monster	Info Subclass Skill: Allows Cammy to charm and influence creatures from Lv20 to Lv49.
Binding, Minor Monster	Info Subclass Skill: Allows Cammy to inflict [Bind] on creatures from Lv1 to Lv19.
Binding, Major Monster	Info Subclass Skill: Allows to inflict [Bind] on creatures from Lv20 to Lv49.

Equipment

Current Equipment Bonuses

• Range ++
• Sunguard +++ (Negates the Daytime penalties of the [Vampire] Subclass while equipped)
• Armor +6
• Spell Speed ++
• Spell Cooldown ++
• Agility +
• Enchantment Spell +
• Illusion Spell +
• [Assassination] Damage ++ (=x4)
• Unique Skill: Subjugation of the Divine Lady: By landing a successful [Assassination] Attack against a target with blood that would kill them, Cammy can open the canopy of the Blood-stained Umbrellance, and pin the target against the iron-spiked underside; allowing her to ravage them for all their blood, and heal x2 the amount of damage dealt. Targets killed in this fashion cannot be Resurrected, unless they take the [Undead] Subclass.
• Muffled Step (Reduces sound values of walking to those of sneaking)

Blood-stained Umbrellance

Rarity	Info Artifact
Classification	Info Lance
Durability	Info Immense
Factors	Info Range ++ Sunguard +++ (Negates the Daytime penalties of the [Vampire] Subclass while equipped) [Assassination] Damage ++ (=x4) Subjugation of the Divine Lady: By landing a successful [Assassination] Attack against a target with blood that would kill them, Cammy can open the canopy of the Blood-stained Umbrellance, and pin the target against the iron-spiked underside; allowing her to ravage them for all their blood, and heal x2 the amount of damage dealt. Targets killed in this fashion cannot be Resurrected, unless they take the [Undead] Subclass.
Details	Info This lance, found in the Crypt of the Vampire Emperor, is not just your average stabbing stick, but an enchanted umbrella used for the Divine Lady of the Vampire Emperor. Commissioned by the Vampire Emperor, this umbrella served as a unique weapon in her hands, and a shield above her head; removing the daylight penalties of their racial nature, while hiding their bloodthirsty nature.

Sunhat of Daydreaming

Rarity	Info Production
Classification	Info Head Armor
Durability	Info High
Factors	Info Spell Speed ++ Armor +1
Details	Info This fashionable hat is one part of a Summer Event Ensemble Set for the 'Beach Bash Bonanza' and has been further created into a piece of armor.

Sun Top of Daydreaming

Rarity	Info Production
Classification	Info Chest Armor
Durability	Info High
Factors	Info Enchantment Spell + Armor +2
Details	Info This fashionable shirt is one part of a Summer Event Ensemble Set for the 'Beach Bash Bonanza' and has been further created into a piece of armor.

Sun Bangles of Daydreaming

Rarity	Info Production
Classification	Info Hands
Durability	Info High
Factors	Info Illusion Spell + Armor +2
Details	Info These fashionable bangles are one part of a Summer Event Ensemble Set for the 'Beach Bash Bonanza' and has been further created into a piece of armor.

Sun Skirt of Daydreaming

Rarity	Info Production
Classification	Info Waist Armor
Durability	Info High
Factors	Info Spell Cooldown ++ Armor +1
Details	Info This fashionable skirt is one part of a Summer Event Ensemble Set for the 'Beach Bash Bonanza' and has been further created into a piece of armor.

Sun Heels of Daydreaming

Rarity	Info Production
Classification	Info Leg Armor
Durability	Info High
Factors	Info Agility + Muffled Step (Reduces sound values while walking to those of sneaking)
Details	Info These fashionable heels are one part of a Summer Event Ensemble Set for the 'Beach Bash Bonanza' and has been further created into a piece of armor.

Olddock Smokes

Rarity	Info Magical/Event
Classification	Info Magical Item/Consumable (20)
Durability	Info None
Factors	Info Ash n' Smokescreen Inflict [Blind] Inflict [Choking] 10 Second Cooldown
Details	Info An Event Item won in the luxurious Jewel Grand Casino during the [Smoke and Mirror's Grand Heist] event, this Magical Item takes the form of a infinitely replenishing pack of "Olddock Smokes". An avid fan of Newport cigarettes, Cammy won these because of brand recognition alone -- the ability to consume one, and create a ten-second smokescreen, is a neat side-effect. Although, she's more into the the lack of cancer and the fact they are replenished every morning.

Jackie Dan's Whiskey

Rarity	Info Magical/Event
Classification	Info Magical Item/Consumable (15)
Durability	Info None
Factors	Info Sip for Courage, Swallow for Stupid: Creates a Unique Buff, [Valorously Drunk], for ten-second times remaining uses, and ends in a Unique Debuff, [Ungallantly Hungover], for the same period of time. Valorously Drunk Attack ++ Evasion ++ Immune to Mental Debuffs Ungallantly Hungover Confusion Evasion -- Accuracy --
Details	Info An Event Item won in the luxurious Jewel Grand Casino during the [Smoke and Mirror's Grand Heist] event, this Magical Item takes the form of a infinitely replenishing bottle of "Jackie Dan's Whiskey". A well-tested drunk, Cammy's no stranger to the courage and stupidity brought from this liquid, nor it's delicious nature. Much like her smokes, however, this item was garnered largely from aesthetics, the lack of potential cancer, repeated refilling each morning, and not really its actually effect of an empowering drink.