ERode

Anime Club!

My 18 year old Club Member can't be this loli.

Guess I'll whip something up laterly.

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

Doesn't Raule have built-in magic resistance though? Accompanying his status as a fifth year student and a super-bruiser who can tank AND do trinity force damage? Think that any human being is squishy compared to him. XD

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

Maybe if more posts happen before Asuna/Zombehs does something, Ier-Briar will do his job and tank that snowball. Because of reasons.

Anime Club!

Why not.

I can RP as myself and do nothing the whole duration of the RP. XD

Out of curiousity, seeing how conversations are really important in slice-of-life stuff, but RPing generally makes it so that you either spit out a whole speech per post or have one line of speech every essay-sized post, how do you plan to simulate a 'conversation'?

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

Well, that was a surprise. When Ier-Briar had begun his preparations for departing to this so-called ‘Academy’ that Ezar-Mantine urged him to join, he hadn’t anticipated that the people who ran the educational institute would think that it was a good idea to send a host of griffins to escort him there. In the light of early morning, mist still unfurling over the sharp peaks of his mountain home, the heavily-armored Gemstone roughly patted the heads of one of those griffin’s, his gauntlet rustling its feathered mane. Each one of the four griffins were bursting with virility and ferocity, restrained only by the years of training that had disciplined them to obey whatever their master commanded them to do. They were majestic animals…who probably would have been a little more majestic if it wasn’t for the fact that their feet were chained by steel chains, which then lead to a sizable basket in which he was apparently supposed to step in. The basket itself was made of questionable material, only hardened wood that was spelled with reinforcement enhancements, but hopefully, it would be enough to house the heavyweight Gemstone.

Taking one last look at the mountain, at the forest that lay below it, at the sun that was cresting over the horizon, at all those familiar sights that told him he was home, the blond Gemstone stepped into the cradle, and sat down, an expressionless mask on his face.

He had already said his farewells the night before, and he had already done everything he had wanted to do. There were no more regrets left in this place, and he should be totally fine with leaving the place of his birth, but still…the six year old Gemstone still felt a teensy bit sad. Even though it’s not like any of them would die while he was gone. Immortality was nice like that, but homesickness was irrational like that.

Patting his dull gold armor, he listened to the comforting ring that accompanied the impact, before expanding his sense of smell and taking in the aroma of his homeland. Wild dew, crisp air, aging leaves, a plethora of scents accompanied by the musk of griffins. The wind began to pick up as those beasts flexed their wings, testing the strength of their chains and the weight of their passenger, before picking up a running gallop, pulling the cradle along. With a synchronized screech and a united effort, the squadron of griffins launched themselves off the cliff’s edge, jerking down almost instantaneously as Ier-Briar’s weight bore fully on them, before slowly, ever so slowly, recovering.

He probably should be scared about a body-shattering fall if the griffins weren’t strong enough, but Ier-Briar wasn’t particularly worried. He could always just walk to the Academy, after all. Having all the time in the world helped with that. Either that, or they could just try teleporting him, using whatever silly magics mages had nowadays.

The trip, thankfully, was short. The accelerating heart rates of those half-bird monsters was warning the Gemstones of their growing fatigue, and it didn’t help that they were clearly flying at a pace that was beyond them. Peeking over the basket and enjoying the scenery, he waited just until the Academy was in sight, before calling out, “Thank you for your hard work, griffins.”

And then, just like that, he vaulted himself over the basket, tumbled through the air, and struck the snowy terrain. A ‘boom’ could be heard at impact, as the six year old’s body was utterly buried in the snow.

A moment later, his snow-crusted head popped out of the white plains, before his hands grabbed both sides of his head and turned it around, righting the twisted neck. A screech and a crack could be heard, followed by a content sigh.

In the wintery landscape, devoid of sound, Ier-Briar marched stalwartly towards the school.

Incidentally, the first thing he saw as he crossed the school gates was a girl stripping down to her underwear in public view.

“Are fleshbags aroused every month of the year?”

Beyond the Horizon

Sorry for the lateness and the shortness. Midterms were early than I expected, so I got rekt.

"A walk during the blue hour is a fine thing too."

Name: Rui-Ling Escellar
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Personality: Rui-Ling is, above all else, a figure who is content with his life, one that enjoys routines and relishes in normality. Possessing none of the fiery, masculine traits that his ancestors have been blessed with, this young man could be seen as one that is stagnant and ambition-less. He does not desire to die while in possession of the most wealth, nor does he feel particularly inclined to make his name something that is nationally known. He’s a social person who has dabbled into a wide variety of topics, but thus far, has no particular goal in mind. An aimless academic, perhaps, one that meanders through life at a steady, carefree pace, delighting in fleeting interactions with strangers. He holds his emotions close to his heart, rarely showing anything outside of the socially-accepted poker face that is oh-so essential to the lives of those involved with the aristocrats of Vue De Mers.

Background: The Escellar family is one of many mixed races. An old-money family, their wealth spanning from the days when airships were still a rarity in Vue De Mers, when clockwork muscians were still considered abnormal and taboo. Back then, the family was still full of innovative, creative people, pioneers of a new technological era. Now, the Escellar family are composed of aristocratic businessmen and women, investing in other companies for a slice of the profits. The adage of the family had gone from ‘Work Smarter, Not Harder’ to ‘Pay Others to Work Harder’, and it was in this environment that Rui-Ling, second son of Nysieg Escellar, was born.

Despite the urgings of his tutors and the disapproval of his father, he never whole-heartedly pursued the science of economics and finances, discarding them in favor of the arts. A charming young child to have during social events, his inability to care about ‘professional things’ proved itself stronger than his father’s stubbornness, and soon, Rui-Ling earned himself the title of ‘the Escellar Family’s Canary’. An absolute delight to have during ballroom dances or dinner parties, but pretty much useless for the deeper, more complex discussions about business proposals, long-term strategies, and fluctuations in market prices. As long as he didn’t smirch the family name by getting into some sort of ridiculous scandal, his father gave Rui-Ling free reign over his life. He even got a monthly allowance that was equal to a worker’s salary.

The first thing Rui-Ling did after that was promptly move out of the lavishly-decorated mansion of the Escellar family in favor of a one bedroom apartment suite in the merchant’s district of Vue De Mers.

And there wasn’t really any ‘next’ thing he did, because after that, his days were filled with doing whatever he wanted.

Which really wasn’t anything dramatic at all.

Academy Of The Arcane Artes [Character Bin]

"Please don't. You'll hurt yourself more than you'll hurt me."
Full Name: Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Shield
Nicknames: Trap, Cakeboy, Masochist, Sturdy Bitch, Frigid Cunt
Gender: Male...for now.
Age: 6 Years
Year: First Year
Birthday: The Seventh of January
Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Combat Specifics

Species: Gemstone
Gemstones are, put simply, gems, crystals, or jewels that possess a certain degree of sentience. Born not through birth between two couples, but through crystalline division, in which a Gemstone splits off part of its body and assimilates other ores to make up for the mass that is lost, these creatures could be considered to be both non-human and non-living, regardless of how they may appear. Capable of manipulating their body by shattering and then piecing themselves back together, it is not uncommon for Gemstones to have more than one appearance. Through the ability to freely alter their faces and body, they have become treasured throughout the centuries both as military assets and ornaments.

Effectively immortal, Gemstones are, ironically, still susceptible to petrification spells, which had been employed many centuries ago, when they were first discovered by the rest of the world, and captured, shattered, or weaponized for whomever found them. Even now, there are a few sentient Gemstones stuck in vintage artifacts, silently bidding their time, waiting for the day to come in which they would become part of a greater being.

Class: Thornmail Guardian
Some people choose to use weapons as their main source of damage. Others think that they should use magic to deal tons of suffering. That’s nice and all, but those people are also, generally, people who can’t face-tank a sledgehammer with a smile on their face. Thornmail Guardians can. Equipped with heavy armor that’s adorn with spikes and anti-magic runes, Thornmail Guardians are manly, manly men who ensure that those who attack them deal more damage to themselves than to the Guardians.

Weapon: Thorn of Shield
Ier-Briar weapon is his armor, a suit of heavy armor that was created from Ezar-Mantine’s very body as a parting gift. Reinforced with crystals from his own body, this piece of armor has the same qualities as Gemstones: being able to repair cracks in itself autonomously. Spikes jut out from various sections of the armor, forming its main offensive component, while its gauntlets, the secondary weapon, are more akin to large, spiked clubs, ready to smash away creatures attempting to slip past his defences. Following up such a passive-offensive trend are the magical runes that accompany the armor, allowing for the partial reflection of magical damage back at the user. Though its effect appears to be inconsequential against weak spells, this partial reflection truly shines against powerful, but frail, magicians.

On occasion, Ier-Briar would use a spear, also made from his body, if he wanted a more assured method of dealing damage, or if he was going to break down some defenses.

World: Lucis
Short Biography: Ier-Briar spent three centuries in a mountain, slowly gaining self-awareness. Upon birth, he was taken under the wing of Ezar-Mantine, an ancient Gemstone who made it his duty to teach the young ones how to control their natural powers and become part of the rest of society. Though not exactly talented in the manipulation of his own body, his sturdiness amongst other Gemstones had earned him the surname of Thorn-of-Shield. His feminine appearance, on the other hand, had earned him a collection of more vulgar nicknames. After six years of perfecting his figure and his form, Ier-Briar was somehow sent a letter by a headmistress of whatever academy, telling him to join. He didn’t exactly want to, but Ezar-Mantine said that it was a good opportunity to see the rest of the world, so he did.

Of course, before he left, he also shattered a few faces that he didn’t particularly like.
Personality: Ier-Briar is a pretty steady, positive guy. Surprisingly reliable, despite looking like a child and being only six years old, he’s a really generous person, the kind who gives homeless people change, or shares his lunch with friends. Then again, part of this kindness might just stem from the fact that, as a Gemstone, he has no need for money, shelter, warmth, food, or anything that those fleshbags require for continued existence. Though he has recently made attempts to improve himself in that direction, he still sees his race as superior to all those other soft humanoids. Ier-Briar also has a really good poker face, and has a tendency to never forget misgivings. If, fifty years into the future, someone gets punched through a wall by a young boy, it’s probably going to be Ier-Briar, who had allowed his revenge to be served cold.
Partner: Who knows?

Fears/Weaknesses/Limits

Ier-Briar hates the water. Though he can’t drown, he also can’t swim, and is generally going to sink to the bottom of the ocean if he falls off a ship. And after he gets to the bottom, chances are that the water pressure would become strong enough that he’d be immobilized for the rest of his life in the abyss. If he hates the water, he fears paralysis.

Despite his appearance, he’s an exceptionally heavy person. While this does not impede his movements on a day-to-day basis, seeing as he is already accustom to moving his own body, Ier-Briar must limited his movements when on unstable, weak buildings. Parkouring through rooftops is but a dream of his, because, chances are, he’ll just fall through the roof of whatever wooden building he lands on. At least he won’t sustain fall damage.

Though he can simulate the ‘feeling’ of flesh on his surfaces, Ier-Briar is incapable of simulating the warmth of a living body. During a cold winter night, stranded on a mountain, you better hope that there’s another person whom you can share body heat with, because this little boy will only accelerate your death.

Strange Attributes/Abilities/Traits

For Ier-Brier and most Gemstones, sensory ability is something that is strictly optional. If need be, they can turn off whatever senses they care not for, which makes someone like him an exceptional tank. Even if he gets hit, he won’t feel the pain…unless he wants to.

Another innate trait of Gemstones is their ability to absorb any other ‘non-sentient’ gems, as well as eject those precious crystals from their body. Fighting a Gemstone with their super-magical diamond sword has left many adventurers crying for their mommy and money. Incidentally, the ejection of crystals is also the form of reproduction for their kind. It is not uncommon for a weapon to gain the ability to ‘talk’ after sitting around for a few dozen years, if only because the gem that rests in their pommel was one that was shed by a Gemstone.

Finally, Gemstones are basically indestructible. Though they can be shattered with enough force, they will always be able to regather their body afterwards, and recover. During recovery, they can even come and alter those recovered body parts, allowing for transformations that stem from a new face to a sword-arm. It is for that reason that Gemstones rarely wield weapons that are not of their own making, for their body is literally their weapon. More skilled Gemstones have been known to be able to control their body as a fine, crystalline mist, which is considered to pinnacle of bodily control.

Ier-Briar, on a more personal level, is only capable of using one spell: that which involves the invocation of magical chains. A linear magic that allows the user to connect a chain from one object to another object, this spell is most commonly used to connect himself with his target, ensuring that he can draw them towards him and keep those monsters away from the backline.

Outside of that, being a six year old really means that Ier-Briar doesn’t know much, even though he didn’t really have a toddlerhood.

Other: Like most Gemstones, Ier-Briar is aware that there is a segregation between love and reproduction. With a body that can be changed into any form, Gemstones are basically the Dittos of Lucis, other than the fact that they are cold to the touch and can’t sexually reproduce.

Theme Song

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

Fanboying over everybody's armaments?

So what, he'll be stroking and carressing Ier-Briar's armor?

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

Interesting choice, to name a snake thing after a spider thing...and a question.

How many special arrow things comes with her family bow? Cause that's always a problem with those things. Doubt normal arrows would do much against big bosses, especially when we have all these gunmen shitting bullets out of their asses. And out of curiousity, why does she have a bad sense of taste? I would have thought that snake-related beings would have a wonderful sense of taste.

Academy Of The Arcane Artes

I disapprove of that list, Jedly. What happened to calling him Ier-Briar Swag-of-Shield?