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Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

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Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Swordbearer

Name: Amaryllis Evenings

Age (Magical Girl): 15
Age (Before Magical Girl): 19

Gender: Female
Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Appearance:
Untransformed In life, she wasn't anything worth noting, but in undeath, Amaryllis could only be described as a model, her statuesque figure and her ample bosom capable of bringing all the boys to the yard with just a bend and a snap. Not that she's gotten all that used to flaunting her overdeveloped figure yet, leading her preference to baggy clothing that mostly mask her F-cup breasts and her child-birthing hips, even though such attempts are hardly effective when the rest of her body is just as attention grabbing.

Transformed All her attempts at modesty is tossed out the window, however, when she transforms, going from a girl perpetually wearing a sweater to a girl wearing clothes that flaunt more skin than some swimsuits. With hot pants and a coat that can only be buttoned at one point, there's no doubt that her magical outfit is a shamelessly skimpy one, the type you'd find trashy cosplayers wearing to grab larger, sleazier crowds.

Monstress At this point, Amaryllis may as well be nude, for all that's keeping her from being a total exhibitionist are the ribbons of darkness that hug her legs, pelvic area, and her chest, the remainder of this gossamer fabric trailing behind her like a cape. Her dark blue hair takes a wine-red coloration, and her elegant rapier twists and fuses with her arm to become a monstrous cleaver. Two great horns jut from her head, the surest sign of lost sanity, but they serve as her guide as well, dowsing rods to guide her path even once gore has caked her face completely. What flashes of memory she retains after reverting back to normal are dreadful and unpleasant, but if the occassion called for it, Amaryllis will always draw upon this crueler power no matter what she had to sacrifice in return.

Specialization: Metal
The magic that resides within Amaryllis can be considered basic at best, completely uneducated at worst. Outside of her power, she is unable to do anything that other magical girls would be able to with their specializations. Forming other weapons out of thin air is beyond her, and to even be able to swing them around with mind alone? Completely out of the picture. No, her specialization is something centered on her weapon alone, using it to augment all aspects of her rapier to achieve a level of speed and skill beyond her already impressive physical means. Though it is nameless and formless, her Patron is quite an envious individual, after all.

Outside of combat, her Patron sure does enjoy being treated well, and has granted Amaryllis the boon of being skilled with other mechanical objects as well. Shame she'd make more money as a model though.

Weapon: Melee - Rapier
An eloquently crafted rapier with a swept hilt, filled with motifs of entwining ivies and half-bloomed roses. Though primarily a weapon made for thrusting, its edges are sharp enough to slice through lesser metals as well, and under the glow of the moon, it shines with silver. Like the Lesser Force that resides within, it is nameless.
Currency: 1 Gold 4 Silver 10 Bronze

Accounting

Defeated Soth - 1 Gold 4 Silver 6 Bronze
Defeated Crypt Minions - 2 Bronze
Defeated Behemoth - 1 Gold 4 Silver 6 Bronze
Defeated Stadium Minions - 2 Bronze
Defeated Stadium Monsters - 1 Silver
Defeated Chloe's Minions - 2 Bronze

Empty Pockets - All Currency Gained is Halved.

Powers
Chains
The constant reminder of her Patron's vendetta, Amaryllis is allowed one other 'power' to aid her on her adventures in the magical world: the summoning and manipulation of chains. From locking an elusive enemy into close combat to traversing vertical landscapes with eloquent flair to serving as a steel tightrope to cross crevasses with, these silver chains, reminiscent of hungering vines, grant Amaryllis the versatility that she otherwise lacks and the ability to 'save' that she otherwise does not have.

Killing Blow: Ecliptic Bloom; Reverie of the Umbral Rose
^{"Witness, ancients languishing upon ye ruined thrones. My brilliance shall eclipse all that that have come before me!"}
After five seconds of repose, Amaryllis is able to activate the full power of the Lesser Force she wields, unleashing her Killing Blow. Her lungs expand, her senses sharpen, and the intentions of all those around her are clarified for a single instance. In that moment, the Knight of Rose reaches the peak of swordsmanship, attaining martial enlightenment that surpasses all past Sword Saints and allowing her to perform a lethal counterstrike that seals away her foes' attacks before they are performed while simultaneously striking them down in a flash of steel and light. As they fall before her, their bodies sustain no visible injuries and their countenance is that of one who passed peacefully in their sleep, but their souls have been sheared from their flesh, reaped by the mirrored blade.

If activated in her Monstress form, Eclipitic Bloom manifests itself in a much more grotesque manner, the blackened sword-arm splitting into a gaping maw that bites down on the target. Here, the Sword strips away its elegance as a weapon, instead turning into the head of a formless, alien creature that consumes all there is before it. But the Sword did bloom, and it did eclipse all that stood before it. Perhaps this is what the Killing Blow was truly named after.

Perks:
Disguise Artifact - An artifact that enables physical transformation for a maximum of two hours with a cooldown of six hours. Electronics created by this transformation will not function, while papers or identification will scan properly, but will not exist in the database.

Monstrous Metamorphosis - A partial transformation into a more monstrous magical girl, brought forth by feelings of rage or helplessness. The sword fuses with the arm, while clothing melts away into scandalous strips of blackness instead. From her forehead, two great horns extend, while her hair turns a beautiful shade of wine red. +2 to all physical stats, in return for loss of rationality.

Big Backpack - A summonable backpack with a variety of useful things, such as free food, identification, extra clothes, a basic survival kit, a laptop that always has internet connection, and $10000 in cash. The backpack is larger than it seems from the outside, and can be summoned if lost or misplaced.

Big Damn Hero - Two tokens, one for a person and one for a place, can be given or fixed upon any target of her choice, enabling her to always be able to make it in time when danger occurs nearby. Truly heroic.

Trained - The realm of her Patron is the way of the sword, but the realm of her body encompasses so much more than that. With rebirth came her instinctual mastery over gymnastics, granting her the precision and flexibility that her trademark style relies upon.

Underdog - No matter how powerful the foe before her, victory is always a possibility, and destiny itself conspires to twist pheneomenons in the favor of the challenger.

Patron: The Sword

Patron Benefits:
Usurper of Behemoths - It is the hunter, and she is its hound, leading it closer to the grand monstrosities that it shall challenge and vanquish. Their souls will slake its thirst. Their hearts will fortify her still. Upon slaying a powerful foe, gain either 2 Benefits, 1 Power with a Drawback, or a Weapon Form.

Focused - It tugs at her subconscious, guiding the child of dust and flesh towards pathways and trajectories too sharp for her mortal mind to comprehend. Techniques cost less mana.

Mental Link - It seeps into her thoughts, polluting and distorting her mind with images and sounds. Sometimes beneficial, sometimes not, it remains ever-present, a companion to the end of undeath.

Physical Prowess - It remade her more whole than she ever was, sharing some of its steel, for wielder and weapon should be one and same. +1 to Strength.

Gifted Item - It grants her a boon for being the one to select it, for being the one who feeds it. An artifact of healing hangs from her choker, emanating with magic that heals all so long as they remain breathing.

Hidden Death - It anchors itself to the unbreakable, and will be present long after the world breaks itself apart. As immortal and undying as its wielder, it will stand with her till the end of time, so long as she does the same for it.

Patron Drawbacks:
Alien Tongue - It speaks in pain and images, the veil of blood ever-present in its thoughts. The scarring of flesh is a cruel teacher, but an effective one.

Formless - It has no mouth to speak, no hands to touch. Nameless and formless, its will can only be done through its wielder and its slave, its feeder and its progeny.

Vendetta - It has never forgotten, the blood-scent of those that had tried to seal it, to cast it into that wretched sarcophagus. Against artificers bearing the mark of a certain magic circle, it WILL make its anger known, even if it means driving its wielder to the jaws of death. Deities of creation also earn its ire, but not to that same degree of berserk rage.

Empty Pockets - It is a spirit. It is also just a sword. Swords don't have pockets.

Fighting Style
Amaryllis oozes with style and elegance when she steps into combat, rusty roses blooming around her as she twirls and dances, an ever-flowing flurry of parries, thrusts, and cuts. The bloodletting is an art form for her, one that ignores efficiency for fancy acrobatics and nigh-impossible contortions. Chains whip around as continuations of the silver waltz, drawing her closer to her quarry and preventing their escape once she does close in, because it's simply rude to leave the stage before the dance ends. Her Patron guides her sword and warns her of danger with plucks of phantom pain, while her own superhuman body gives her the power to turn danger into another oppurtunity to show off.

Some Magical Girls play this as an FPS. Other Magical Girls treat this as a button-masher. Still more think that this is an MMO. But Amaryllis owns a specialized controller and only plays 'this' as a 2D anime-style fighting games to make super flashy, super inefficient combo videos.

Of course, there's definitely times where she baby-rages and turns everything into God of War, but Monstress Amaryllis is a totally different sort of beast.

Stats

Stats (Untransformed):
STR: 3 + 1 (Body) = 4
AGI: 3
VIT: 3
MAG: 3
LCK: 3

Stats (Transformed):
STR: 4 + 1 (Body) + 3 (Specialization) + 2 (Weapon) + 2 (1 Silver) + 1 (1 Bronze) + 1 (Benefit) = 14
AGI: 4 + 1 (Outfit) + 4 (Gold) + 4 (2 Silver) + 3 (3 Bronze) = 16
VIT: 4 + 1 (Weapon) = 5
MAG: 4 + 1 (Power) = 5
LCK: 4 + 1 (Perk) = 5

Stats (Monstrous):
STR: 16
AGI: 18
VIT: 7
MAG: 5
LCK: 5

Personality: Amaryllis is a bit of a pushover and a bit of a conformist, traits gained from her past life that she has yet to grow out of. The easiest way out is the best way out, and if given the choice between having a normal life and being thrust into stardom, she'd usually choose the former, if only because there's less surprises involved. Unremarkable outside of her new looks, she'd really just like it if everyone looked away, even if she also doesn't really like herself for being like that to begin with. If the world could move on without regard to whatever she wants to do with her life, Amaryllis would be totes happy about that.

Transforming into a magical girl, however, allows her to put on a persona of a prideful, flamboyant spoiled princess swordswoman thing, the perfect form of stress relief for that socially-repressed girl. It is here that Amaryllis blooms, spouting poor prose and poetry shamelessly as she pirouettes through her tasks, dancing under the moonlight amongst scarlet ichor. Is that her ideal self? She doesn't know, but she would like to work to make that self true.

History: Everything was unremarkable for the girl Amaryllis used to be. She had her circle of friendly acquaintances she occasionally hung out with, and she was one of the many members of the introverted Library Club. With average grades and average looks, and a family that was neither dysfunctional nor particularly loving, everything lined itself up in her life to create a normal, ordinary one for this shy, wallflower of a girl.

Then, the class went on a camping trip and she found a sword in a cave, and it all went downhill from there. Contracted by the Lesser Spirit that resided within the sword, the girl Amaryllis once was died and was reborn into a magical warrior, the arms and legs of a weapon that had never seen the sun rise. And though she was resistant to it in the past, Amaryllis soon learned that there were harder things to do than to fight at the behest of her sword.

Such as convincing her parents that she had not died after all.

Such as resisting the psychic pain that her Patron spoke to her in.

Such as giving up the power that allowed her to become so much more than what she once was.

Incantation: "The love of the moon, the grace of the petals. Underneath the glory of the heavens, I gather them all and present myself. Amaryllis Evenings, Knight of the Rose! May the flower of your heart be reflected within my silverlight!"

Additional Info:
Rolls
Theme

The Sword

Type: Lesser Force

Name: Unknown

Personality: Cruel, envious, petty, sadistic, bloodlusted, and awe-struck by the world around it. A brattish child of a Lesser Force, in other words. But really, what can you expect out of a sword?

History: It was once a masterpiece, a weapon great and terrible, that could cleave apart the gods that sat on their high thrones. But it was not what they had wanted to make, and it was too dangerous to control. So they tried to destroy it, and when that didn't work, they sealed it away in haste, tossing it somewhere deep and hoping no one would stumble upon that mistake.

Someone did. And when the contract was made, when two lives were woven into one, it breathed in the air and breathed in the blood that had been denied of it for so long.

It was nameless, formless, but it remembered still, the trembling hearts of those that made it and betrayed it.

Resources: The Sword only has one wielder, and as long as she doesn't betray it, it will not turn its steel upon her. Unfortunately, that sort of mutual loyalty is the only thing it can offer to her. Swords don't see value in trinkets and baubles, after all. If that interests its wielder, she better start finding other ways of scrounging up coins.

Additional Info: Proper maintenance is like a full-body massage for the Sword. Very enjoyable, especially after a hard fight.

Rebirth ; First Act

✦【S】【O】【L】【I】【L】【O】【Q】【U】【Y】✦

The moon shone, and she stood alone, bathed in fluorescent fire.

Her arms raised towards Diana, entwining in an infinite spiral, caressing the face of the heavens even as slender fingers grasped nothing. The maiden and the moon, separated by the vastness of distance.

But the Heavenly Muses, faceless and flowing, saw the offering and took it, nine celestial flowers twirling around her as moonlight bent and twirled, as her earthly garments dissolved into Edenic dress.

𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.

And yet, each step upon the moonrose staircase cast more light upon the starless void.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔨.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔢.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰.

She twirled at the insufficient peak, the Edenic fabric dissolving in starfire. Her arms unravelled like the blooming of a rose, and sparkling sand, lunar dust, fell from the moon, sifting through the gaps of her cupped hands.

The staircase shattered and, arching her back against the tyranny of gravity, she fell into a garden of roses, iron vines tearing into flesh.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢.

From the rose garden, the maiden knight resurfaced, clad in Silverlight and Starspace.

✦【I】 【A】【M】 【R】【E】【B】【O】【R】【N】✦

---

Dolly

A soft spoken girl who moves deliberately and calmly. Always dressed in gothic attire, her eyes are a coal black that occasionally flickers into silver. She addresses herself as 'we' and her voice is inflectionless and emotionless.

Affiliated with the Gourd.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@PlatinumSkink@Ariamis Thanks for the note. I grabbed 'Trained' and 'Hidden Death' for Perk and Benefit respectively.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Swordbearer

Name: Amaryllis Evenings

Age (Magical Girl): 15
Age (Before Magical Girl): 19

Gender: Female
Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Appearance:
Untransformed In life, she wasn't anything worth noting, but in undeath, Amaryllis could only be described as a model, her statuesque figure and her ample bosom capable of bringing all the boys to the yard with just a bend and a snap. Not that she's gotten all that used to flaunting her overdeveloped figure yet, leading her preference to baggy clothing that mostly mask her F-cup breasts and her child-birthing hips, even though such attempts are hardly effective when the rest of her body is just as attention grabbing.

Transformed All her attempts at modesty is tossed out the window, however, when she transforms, going from a girl perpetually wearing a sweater to a girl wearing clothes that flaunt more skin than some swimsuits. With hot pants and a coat that can only be buttoned at one point, there's no doubt that her magical outfit is a shamelessly skimpy one, the type you'd find trashy cosplayers wearing to grab larger, sleazier crowds.

Monstress At this point, Amaryllis may as well be nude, for all that's keeping her from being a total exhibitionist are the ribbons of darkness that hug her legs, pelvic area, and her chest, the remainder of this gossamer fabric trailing behind her like a cape. Her dark blue hair takes a wine-red coloration, and her elegant rapier twists and fuses with her arm to become a monstrous cleaver. Two great horns jut from her head, the surest sign of lost sanity, but they serve as her guide as well, dowsing rods to guide her path even once gore has caked her face completely. What flashes of memory she retains after reverting back to normal are dreadful and unpleasant, but if the occassion called for it, Amaryllis will always draw upon this crueler power no matter what she had to sacrifice in return.

Specialization: Metal
The magic that resides within Amaryllis can be considered basic at best, completely uneducated at worst. Outside of her power, she is unable to do anything that other magical girls would be able to with their specializations. Forming other weapons out of thin air is beyond her, and to even be able to swing them around with mind alone? Completely out of the picture. No, her specialization is something centered on her weapon alone, using it to augment all aspects of her rapier to achieve a level of speed and skill beyond her already impressive physical means. Though it is nameless and formless, her Patron is quite an envious individual, after all.

Outside of combat, her Patron sure does enjoy being treated well, and has granted Amaryllis the boon of being skilled with other mechanical objects as well. Shame she'd make more money as a model though.

Weapon: Melee - Rapier
An eloquently crafted rapier with a swept hilt, filled with motifs of entwining ivies and half-bloomed roses. Though primarily a weapon made for thrusting, its edges are sharp enough to slice through lesser metals as well, and under the glow of the moon, it shines with silver. Like the Lesser Force that resides within, it is nameless.

Power: Chains
The constant reminder of her Patron's vendetta, Amaryllis is allowed one other 'power' to aid her on her adventures in the magical world: the summoning and manipulation of chains. From locking an elusive enemy into close combat to traversing vertical landscapes with eloquent flair to serving as a steel tightrope to cross crevasses with, these silver chains, reminiscent of hungering vines, grant Amaryllis the versatility that she otherwise lacks and the ability to 'save' that she otherwise does not have.

Perks:
Disguise Artifact - An artifact that enables physical transformation for a maximum of two hours with a cooldown of six hours. Electronics created by this transformation will not function, while papers or identification will scan properly, but will not exist in the database.

Monstrous Metamorphosis - A partial transformation into a more monstrous magical girl, brought forth by feelings of rage or helplessness. The sword fuses with the arm, while clothing melts away into scandalous strips of blackness instead. From her forehead, two great horns extend, while her hair turns a beautiful shade of wine red. +2 to all physical stats, in return for loss of rationality.

Big Backpack - A summonable backpack with a variety of useful things, such as free food, identification, extra clothes, a basic survival kit, a laptop that always has internet connection, and $10000 in cash. The backpack is larger than it seems from the outside, and can be summoned if lost or misplaced.

Big Damn Hero - Two tokens, one for a person and one for a place, can be given or fixed upon any target of her choice, enabling her to always be able to make it in time when danger occurs nearby. Truly heroic.

Trained - The realm of her Patron is the way of the sword, but the realm of her body encompasses so much more than that. With rebirth came her instinctual mastery over gymnastics, granting her the precision and flexibility that her trademark style relies upon.

Patron: The Sword

Patron Benefits:
Focused - It tugs at her subconscious, guiding the child of dust and flesh towards pathways and trajectories too sharp for her mortal mind to comprehend. Techniques cost less mana.

Mental Link - It seeps into her thoughts, polluting and distorting her mind with images and sounds. Sometimes beneficial, sometimes not, it remains ever-present, a companion to the end of undeath.

Physical Prowess - It remade her more whole than she ever was, sharing some of its steel, for wielder and weapon should be one and same. +1 to Strength.

Gifted Item - It grants her a boon for being the one to select it, for being the one who feeds it. An artifact of healing hangs from her choker, emanating with magic that heals all so long as they remain breathing.

Hidden Death - It anchors itself to the unbreakable, and will be present long after the world breaks itself apart. As immortal and undying as its wielder, it will stand with her till the end of time, so long as she does the same for it.

Patron Drawbacks:
Alien Tongue - It speaks in pain and images, the veil of blood ever-present in its thoughts. The scarring of flesh is a cruel teacher, but an effective one.

Formless - It has no mouth to speak, no hands to touch. Nameless and formless, its will can only be done through its wielder and its slave, its feeder and its progeny.

Vendetta - It has never forgotten, the blood-scent of those that had tried to seal it, to cast it into that wretched sarcophagus. Against artificers bearing the mark of a certain magic circle, it WILL make its anger known, even if it means driving its wielder to the jaws of death. Deities of creation also earn its ire, but not to that same degree of berserk rage.

Empty Pockets - It is a spirit. It is also just a sword. Swords don't have pockets.

Fighting Style
Amaryllis oozes with style and elegance when she steps into combat, rusty roses blooming around her as she twirls and dances, an ever-flowing flurry of parries, thrusts, and cuts. The bloodletting is an art form for her, one that ignores efficiency for fancy acrobatics and nigh-impossible contortions. Chains whip around as continuations of the silver waltz, drawing her closer to her quarry and preventing their escape once she does close in, because it's simply rude to leave the stage before the dance ends. Her Patron guides her sword and warns her of danger with plucks of phantom pain, while her own superhuman body gives her the power to turn danger into another oppurtunity to show off.

Some Magical Girls play this as an FPS. Other Magical Girls treat this as a button-masher. Still more think that this is an MMO. But Amaryllis owns a specialized controller and only plays 'this' as a 2D anime-style fighting games to make super flashy, super inefficient combo videos.

Of course, there's definitely times where she baby-rages and turns everything into God of War, but Monstress Amaryllis is a totally different sort of beast.

Stats

Stats (Untransformed):
STR: 3 + 1 (Body) = 4
AGI: 3
VIT: 3
MAG: 3
LCK: 3

Stats (Transformed):
STR: 4 + 1 (Body) + 3 (Specialization) + 2 (Weapon) + 2 (1 Silver) + 1 (1 Bronze) + 1 (Benefit) = 14
AGI: 4 + 1 (Outfit) + 4 (Gold) + 4 (2 Silver) + 3 (3 Bronze) = 16
VIT: 4 + 1 (Weapon) = 5
MAG: 4
LCK: 4

Stats (Monstrous):
STR: 16
AGI: 18
VIT: 7
MAG: 4
LCK: 4

Personality: Amaryllis is a bit of a pushover and a bit of a conformist, traits gained from her past life that she has yet to grow out of. The easiest way out is the best way out, and if given the choice between having a normal life and being thrust into stardom, she'd usually choose the former, if only because there's less surprises involved. Unremarkable outside of her new looks, she'd really just like it if everyone looked away, even if she also doesn't really like herself for being like that to begin with. If the world could move on without regard to whatever she wants to do with her life, Amaryllis would be totes happy about that.

Transforming into a magical girl, however, allows her to put on a persona of a prideful, flamboyant spoiled princess swordswoman thing, the perfect form of stress relief for that socially-repressed girl. It is here that Amaryllis blooms, spouting poor prose and poetry shamelessly as she pirouettes through her tasks, dancing under the moonlight amongst scarlet ichor. Is that her ideal self? She doesn't know, but she would like to work to make that self true.

History: Everything was unremarkable for the girl Amaryllis used to be. She had her circle of friendly acquaintances she occasionally hung out with, and she was one of the many members of the introverted Library Club. With average grades and average looks, and a family that was neither dysfunctional nor particularly loving, everything lined itself up in her life to create a normal, ordinary one for this shy, wallflower of a girl.

Then, the class went on a camping trip and she found a sword in a cave, and it all went downhill from there. Contracted by the Lesser Spirit that resided within the sword, the girl Amaryllis once was died and was reborn into a magical warrior, the arms and legs of a weapon that had never seen the sun rise. And though she was resistant to it in the past, Amaryllis soon learned that there were harder things to do than to fight at the behest of her sword.

Such as convincing her parents that she had not died after all.

Such as resisting the psychic pain that her Patron spoke to her in.

Such as giving up the power that allowed her to become so much more than what she once was.

Incantation: "The love of the moon, the grace of the petals. Underneath the glory of the heavens, I gather them all and present myself. Amaryllis Evenings, Knight of the Rose! May the flower of your heart be reflected within my silverlight!"

Additional Info:
Rolls
Theme

The Sword

Type: Lesser Force

Name: Unknown

Personality: Cruel, envious, petty, sadistic, bloodlusted, and awe-struck by the world around it. A brattish child of a Lesser Force, in other words. But really, what can you expect out of a sword?

History: It was once a masterpiece, a weapon great and terrible, that could cleave apart the gods that sat on their high thrones. But it was not what they had wanted to make, and it was too dangerous to control. So they tried to destroy it, and when that didn't work, they sealed it away in haste, tossing it somewhere deep and hoping no one would stumble upon that mistake.

Someone did. And when the contract was made, when two lives were woven into one, it breathed in the air and breathed in the blood that had been denied of it for so long.

It was nameless, formless, but it remembered still, the trembling hearts of those that made it and betrayed it.

Resources: The Sword only has one wielder, and as long as she doesn't betray it, it will not turn its steel upon her. Unfortunately, that sort of mutual loyalty is the only thing it can offer to her. Swords don't see value in trinkets and baubles, after all. If that interests its wielder, she better start finding other ways of scrounging up coins.

Additional Info: Proper maintenance is like a full-body massage for the Sword. Very enjoyable, especially after a hard fight.

Re: Zero: The High Council

_{The Golden Quarter}

He blinked, and there he was, blue eyes squinting against the morning sun, a blue sky stretching overhead as he took in the world around him. So taking that ‘Lord Talus’s’ hand wasn’t actually necessary, huh?

A warm world. A loud world. A fresh world. He breathed, felt the snowmelt trickle down his face, and instantly slipped off his backpack. Removing his coat, Yuuki fanned it out a few times, sweat already beading down his back, before he shifted to peeling off his woolen sweater as well, tossing them both in the outer pouches of the pack. Way too hot still. His pants were actually stifling, slow-roasting his legs in the sunlight, while his scarf may as well be a noose, choking all the water out of him. Nasty. Brutal. Dressing for winter when it was…not-winter was a terrible idea, doubly so when almost all the people around him were looking at him as if he had an extra head.

A horse neighed behind him, its rider veering around Yuuki with an expression that mixed curiosity and annoyance.

Ah, they were dropped in the middle of the road. The small youth smiled apologetically at all those around him, before shimmying off to the side, getting out of traffic. Didn’t seem like that made others stop looking at him funny though. After all, there were still people looking at them oddly, closing up shop despite how early in the day it was, or just plain running away.

Great. Awesome. Nice start.

Yuuki wiped the sweat off his forehead with a sigh, fanning his face while he looked around. It looked like one of the other boys, a babyfaced brunette, seemed to be taking charge, which was good. His eyes were bright enough. He looked to be pretty reasonable and smart, with a level head. Meant that Yuuki could stand to be unreasonable himself. Awesome.

He pressed a hand against his face. Leaned against a wall. Narrowed his eyes. Furrowed his brow. Took deep breaths. A medieval world. A fantasy world. Giant lizards, animal-faced humans, and men casually bearing swords. Rustic, antiquated wares and words he could not read, even if he could understand the language perfectly. It was a mess. A hell of a mess. A mess he didn’t ask for, a mess he didn’t want, a mess he didn’t have time to deal with right now.

Time.

How did it flow from one world to another? Was it equal? Was Earth-time stopped? Faster? Slower? The ticket in his pocket crumpled, and he removed his mittens as well, shoving them in his bag.

He hated this.

…

Another breath.

He removed his hand.

Hitched up his heavy backpack, laden now with clothes that were unnecessary in this bright, blue world.

And, without a pause in his step, walked up to the first person that fit the description of ‘guard’ that one would find in any reasonably normal fantasy normal. “Hi there, sir,” Yuuki said with a wave and a smile, “I sorta just popped here and I have no idea how I got here and I also have no idea what this place is. Spirited away, maybe? No idea, really. So could you help me out? Like, what is this place? As you can tell, I'm a little bit out of my element here.”

Yuuki gestured to his winter clothing, the snow that still clung onto his boots, before chuckling at that.

He felt like puking his dinner up and punching a stranger in the gut.

But that'd have to wait.
@BrokenPromise

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

A Romantic Dinner and a Midnight Stroll: Muu x Hannah

Hannah rolled her eyes at the two men. Talkers. Great. Just what she wanted to deal with. She was sort of hoping that the other girl was going to do most of the chatting here, but that seemed pretty unlikely. Time to kick in those non-existent social skills.

Hannah took a seat and leaned her head against her hands. Did she have a preference for food? She took a second to search her lack of memories and still came up with nothing. Maybe she hated most food. Maybe she ate anything. It was hard to tell, so she figured that she would just be fine with anything. “I’ll eat whatever,” she said and then looked at the other girl. Hannah stared for a moment before gesturing to the chair next to her as an attempt at being polite.

"U-Um..." Muu was caught a bit by surprise as the two 'very sociable' males apparently finished their banter and now asked the two girls what they'd want to eat. Much like Hannah, Muu was asking herself the same. Was there any taste in particular? The ocean from earlier, fish maybe? "A-Anything's fine, yes!" She ultimately ended up saying in a rather clumsily manner. After all, the brunette didn't want to inconvenience these stranger any further!

Regardless, Muu widened her eyes in surprise for a moment as the other girl gestured to the chair next to her. An invitation? Maybe, the other girl actually liked Muu despite the glance from earlier!? That was great! For just a second, Muu's face seemed very happy and relieved as she sat down next to Hannah.

'Alright.' Muu told herself. 'Do not screw this up!' She continued thinking. "I-I am Muu! … I think." She hadn't introduced herself to the girl, nor the cook, yet hadn't she? "IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU!" She added in a surprisingly loud tone, and stiff voice. Awkward enough to look down and turn a tad red. Maybe the earth would swallow her up now, finally!

Hannah leaned back from Muu at the shout. Well then. Good to know that Muu wasn’t completely horrified of her. It was good right? Hannah was pretty sure that it was a good thing. At least it meant that there was someone else to talk to the men if they tried to engage again. She had no problem offering Muu up for that sacrifice.

“You have no memories, right?” In a low voice. There was no point in wasting time. Or in introducing herself. Hannah felt a little smug at keeping her name to herself and was planning on avoiding it for as long as possible. She did glance at the men quickly to see if they were listening in on their conversation. She wasn’t sure if it was common for people to show up in this place with no idea how they got there.

"..." And now, for another moment, Muu looked horrified. Her gaze still cast downards, locked onto her legs and the chair she was sitting on. Her heart was beating fast. What were most likely just a few seconds, felt like painful minutes for Muu. Minutes of silence that had her worry about just what bad things the other girl was thinking about Muu.

Yet, thankfully, Hannah said something. A question. "But..." Muu whispered in a dry voice. 'But what's your name?' was a question she couldn't bring to ask herself. Yes. Of course. Why would she bother? Stupid Muu! Thinking that just because the other girl offered her a place that she had taken a liking to her.

"N-No. I don't." Muu answered. Not like she had any lead to go off on. "But... isn't that normal?" Yes. It had to be! Otherwise the brunette would very likely freak out. "What about you?" Muu clumsily added with slight fright in her voice, afraid she'd get rejected by not receiving a positive answer.

Was it normal? Hannah wasn’t sure and only offered up a shrug. She had no context for normal and was planning on just going with whatever happened around her. “Yeah, don’t know a thing except what people ‘round here have told me.” Which wasn’t much, in her opinion, but Hannah was keeping that to herself.

“We’re gainfully employed.” Hannah paused for a moment, “at least the rest of us are. There are others like us. They went…somewhere else. I’m guessing you are lumped into this with us. Probably.” Hannah was making a lot of guesses here, but they all seemed pretty safe. She didn’t actually remember all that the guy in the recruitment office said. “Congrats on the job” Hannah tried to joke, but didn’t add any extra emphasis to any of the words so it felt flat to her own ears.

"Huh...?" Slowly, Muu looked up. Confusion plastered over her face. There were a lot of things Hannah had just said. Employed. Congrats on the job. Lumped in with 'us'; and so on. "I... I don't know what you're talking about!" This time, Muu was a notch about her usual tone but not as loud as moments ago.

"I just woke up and went to the sea before landing here!" Before finally becoming more silent again, if not even sad. "Nobody employed me for anything." What could she do anyway? Muu was worthless!

Ugh. Hannah was getting a headache from all of this. She was definitely not qualified to be telling people potentially life altering news. With a sigh, Hannah massaged between her eyes, “I said I was just guessing.” Now, Hannah recognized when people probably needed comfort. She just didn’t know what to do when she did see it. Hannah carefully pats Muu on the back and mumbled “there, there,” in monotone.

“In the morning I can show you the office we were brought to. Then you’ll know,” it was the most that Hannah could offer. If she was really lucky, maybe on the way there they would run into the others Hannah met before and they would then take over in showing Muu where to go. Maybe they even figured out what they were supposed to do next.

As Muu felt a 'pat' on the back of her back the girl slightly shifted her head, looking at Hannah. Was the girl actually genuine? She... seemed to care? Right? Right! Giving Hannah a light smile, the brunette nodded as she swiped around her slightly teary eyes with the sleeve of her oversized sweater. "Y-Yes! Thank you."

As conversation between the two simmered down, Darius came back, the freckle-faced youth carrying two plates in one arm, while his other hand held two wooden mugs, one filled with a dark red liquid while the other splashed with a pure white. Setting the plates and mugs down before the two girls, the knight flourished, bowed, and said, “For you, Muu, I’ve prepared a mushroom melt steak sandwich, cooked a tender rare for easy chewing, and a mug of cold, sweetened milk on the side. For the dainty one, a bowl of tea-soaked rice with shredded, grilled salmon, sliced ginger, and pickled radishes, accompanied with our own Order’s speciality wine. Enjoy~”
From his corner, Gavriel shot the lanky chef a look, but received only an innocent smile in return.

Huh, so the guy could actually cook. At least it smelled like he could cook. Hannah poked at the food for a moment just to make sure that nothing was going to jump out at her before taking a small bite of her rice. Hannah’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Hot damn but she was into that rice. She dug in with gusto, giving the chef a nod before taking a swig of the wine. She wasn’t sure if she would like it, but just a small taste of the wine told her that she was a fan. At least she was learning things about herself. Rice, salmon, wine: yes. All good things. As subtlety as she could, though, Hannah pushed the ginger to the side of her bowl. Ginger: no.

Thankfully, the awkward silence that now slowly settled between the two was interrupted by Darius. "F-For us?" Muu whispered in a dry voice as she could feel her mouth watering. Yes. This was clearly delicious. Carefully, Muu took a bite from the sandwich, slowly chewing on it as her face visibly lighted up. 'Food couldn't lie.'

"This..." She murmured. "This is DELICIOUS! Thank you." Then again it wasn't like Muu remembered the taste of anything else, but at least it was a start. With silent eating sounds and shining eyes, the brunette continued chewing and drinking. Not really bothered by the not-communication with the nameless girl beside her.

“Glad you’re enjoying it, ladies. Now, if both of you were to join the Order of the Silver Light, perhaps, you’ll be able to eat this sorta meal every night,” Darius chimed.

Hannah took another sip of her wine and eyed the two men. She knew there was a catch, and she was also fairly certain about her initial fear of this being a cult. Was she the kind of girl who joined the first potentially cult to ask her? She would say no, but didn’t she already kind of do that? The dog tags around her neck felt heavier all of a sudden.

She set down her cup and crossed her arms, “would we have to worship something weird and dance in the moonlight naked?” The idea of just jumping into a weird religion didn’t actually appeal to her all that much. Sure the food was good, but it wasn’t that good.

“And, I already have a job,” Hannah added.

"E-Everyday!?" Muu nearly choked on her meal upon hearing that, prompting her to take a big gulp of the milk. Really? Just like that. Joining them, however, did sound ominous. Though, before Muu could think further Hannah already kind of denied their offer, didn't she? "U-Urm..." Instinctively she held the sleeve of the other girl, as if it'd strengthen her resolve. "I already got a job, too... I think." She whispered, barely able to even convince herself to outright deny the offer.

Darius grinned wolfishly at Hannah. “Well, if you're offering, I'm certainly not opposed t-“

“Feel free to ignore him,” Gavriel interposed, smacking the chef-knight on the head. “Though the Silver Light and the Silver Moon have closer ties than I'd imagine you know of, it’s a wise choice to hold off till you know more. I'm sure Mathers can fill you in in the morning anyways, ladies.”

Hannah stiffened at Muu grabbing onto her sleeve. Her eye gave a twitch but she didn’t shake the girl off. Apparently Hannah was a comfort. That thought made her uncomfortable. But she had bigger things to focus on at the moment. Like glaring at the chef. And also figuring out where to stay the night.

“Right. Morning. Do you know a place we could stay?” Hannah wasn’t sure what time it was, but she could feel her eyes growing heavy. After all, it had been a very big day what with the waking up in an unknown place with no memories and being told she was a mercenary of some sorts.

Oh, hey, they didn't threw them out, yet! Alas more talk about Silver this and Silver that. What was it and their obsession with silver? "I... I think..." Muu started to talk but quickly realized what she was about to say could go very wrong. "Eh- nevermind..." 'I think we're allowed to sleep the night here.', but what if they weren't? Then Muu was wrong, would get weird looks, or maybe even laughed at! Or maybe kicked out for behaving like she suddenly 'owned' the place.

“Not here,” Gavriel said before Darius could embarrass the Order any further, “Further north, at the mountains, you'll see the Church of First Light, it's staircase illuminated by torches. That will be your destination, if you need a place to stay without coin to pay.”

Of course they have to go to the mountains to find a place to rest. Not like she actually expected these people to help more than they had, but she was real ready to be done with this fun adventure she did not volunteer to be on. But, she did not really have that much of a choice.

“Thanks. For the food,” Hannah said while she stood up. She grabbed Muu’s hand and gave it a little pull. There was no way she was going to let this girl find her way there on her own.

“Ready to go?”

"T-The fisherman told me about that!" Muu spoke up as they talked about a hobo shelter. But, on the mountain? Just how far would they have to go? "... I think." Once again adding in a dry whisper. All she got were some directions.

Obviously, Muu allowed herself to be easily pulled away/up by Hannah as she stuffed the rest of the sandwich into her little mouth. "Thanks for everything!" And nodding to the other girl. "Let's... go?" Were they really going to stick together now? Muu barely dared to hope. Hopefully it wasn't too far!

Once Gavriel made sure Darius wouldn't sneak in the kitchen again, the handsome hunk with a majestic mane saw the two girls out, bidding them good fortune and good night.

With full stomachs and a clearer idea of where they had to go, their journey continued through the well paved streets and opulent residences, where only the rich and powerful seemed to dwell. Further north, however, away from the open sea breeze and the starscape that reflected itself in the lapping waves, the buildings became more austere and simple, fewer guards present. Some drunks snored mindlessly against walls of shuttered residences, while the incline steadily grew.

They had a mountain to climb indeed.

With the two of them on their own again, walking through the by now pretty much empty streets under the moonlight, Muu sheepishly stammered out a few more words. "T-Thank you!... for everything..." Of course, it sounded way 'weirder' than she had hoped to be.

Finally away from others Hannah felt like she could breathe. Well, sort of. She did still have a Muu attached to her, but she brought that on herself. Besides, if she let go now there was little doubt in Hannah’s mind that Muu would end up in trouble. She had nothing to base that on, of course, but she had put too much effort into keeping an eye on her thus far to just let it go to waste now. Without even looking at the girl, Hannah gave a nod to her words and set off.

She was pretty sure she was going north, out of the denser part of the city and away from the sea breeze. The further out they went, the tighter onto Muu’s hand Hannah held. It wasn’t that she was scared, Hannah would never be scared, it was just that things were looking a little rougher. The occasional snoring drunkard and lack of security was mildly upsetting. After all, it did pay to be cautious.

The trek was indeed long and by the time they made it to the stairs, Hannah could feel the start of a burn in her lungs. Apparently she did not spend a lot of her time wandering through cities before now. Another thing she learned about herself. But it was no time to stop now, they were so close. “Come on,” Hannah said gruffly before ascending up the steps. Sweat gathered at her brow and she refused to acknowledge the ache in her legs as up, up, up they went.

Eventually they reached the summit and were faced with large doors. At this, Hannah pulled Muu in front of her, finally let go of her hand, and gestured at the door in front of them. There was no way Hannah was going to do the talking here. She had her fill of small talk with the two men earlier.

Unlike Hannah, Muu wasn't out of breath at all. In fact, the way Hannah behaved was so weird for Muu that she had to ask, full of worry. "A-Are you alright!?" Though in the end it was nothing serious. Ending up in front of a large, wooden, double-winged door it now seemed to be Muu's turn to do 'something'.

"B-But... I..." Alright. The still nameless girl had done 'so much' for Muu, at the very least, the brunette could do this, right!? Closing her eyes and taking some deep breaths, the shy girl opened her eyes with newfound determination. "Alright!"

Knock knock knock.

Time was passing at the pace of one second per second!... Yet, nobody seemed to open. Maybe Muu had been too silent? Again! With more gusto, obviously.

Knock knock knock.

Uh, did the wood just crack a bit? Nah, surely just a trick of the light. Either way, as Muu waited some more, and just about to knock a third time, the door slowly creaked open.

“Welcome to the House of the First Light, lost lambs. Do you seek shelter? Confession? Or…would you like to make an offering in return for a holy boon?” An old, wrinkly nun, clothed in nunly fashion, opened the heavy gates as she spoke words she had spoken so many times before.

"We!... We'd like..." Such an elderly woman, and Muu's impatience had been so rude! Ohgoshhopefullyshedidn'tthinktoobadlyofher. "...shelter...please?"

Once again, the brunette sought comfort in the warm hands of Hannah as the Nun simply stared before giving a delayed answer. "Ah, yes, yes, more lost, little, lambs." Taking a step to the side the nun gestured forward, into the main prayer hall. A bunch of other hobos, and even familiar faces(?), could be seen sleeping on the pews. Line after line. "Just, please, make sure to leave with the first daylight... unless, of course, you'd wish to join our Holy Order." With these words, the Nun gave a small yawn from her. "As for food... I'm afraid you're too late." With these words, the Nun simply nodded and went on her way again, expecting the two to make themselves at home... until daylight.

First light came too early for the five who found themselves discarded unto this foreign land, and the hard pews meant aching bodies when the clanging of the pots roused them from their slumber. Matt and Aoi woke up with aching, empty stomachs, while Ash felt rather greasy and gross after pigging out on pig meat last night. Muu and Hannah, rolling out of their respective pews, felt similarly gross, but their stomachs were still pleasantly sated, and what they lacked in sleep, they made up in food-energy.

The stained glass windows in the large church gave off a slight kaleidoscopic glow over everything, as everyone’s bleary eyes were naturally drawn towards the bright-faced nun who slammed a ladle against a blackened pot. Though angelic in countenance, her actions were anything but, and after a few more loud rings, everyone, regardless of hangovers or not, were up and ready to get their free breakfast of almost-flavorless soup.

It was when they lined up for something to fill their stomachs and quench their thirst that, amazingly enough, Hannah, Muu, Matteo, Ash, and Aoi encountered each other once more, surrounded by still-drunk hobos.

The day had begun. They may as well start with a hearty ‘good morning’.
@Burger@Denny@Buzzkill@Skyswimsky@ChangeJar

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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Eh? They're not going to do it after all? Even after all that build up? When they showed they were totally fine with going full Magical in broad daylight, at a school full of dark girls like Maiko and Ami? Was this actually happening? Were they seriously just here to toss some verbal shit and then run away?

Yup. They totally were. As usual, the battlesexual ones were always outnumbered by more reasonable, rational psychopaths, and once the two randos slipped off to wherever they once were, Maiko sighed, hopping back on a table. Disappointment and teasing once more. Was it really too much to ask, just to have a proper 'release'? She settled for downing the rest of her bean soup, before crushing the can in her hands, aluminum twisting into an hourglass shape. A clap of her hands, and it was flattened completely, leaving Maiko with nothing but more talk of Christmas parties and...

TOURNAMENTS.

"Hell yeah!" Maiko said, slapping best girl Touka on the back, "I'm super stoked for a good ol bout of fisticuffs between brahs! Let's put on a hell of a show and give those light girls something to lose sleep over! Woulda recommended renting out a karaoke room myself for Christmas party stuff, but hey, shifting responsibility's always nice. Ami's got a sharp point though, ya know? How 'bout something like...winner gets to choose who's hosting instead? That'll keep it nice and clean, right?"

With a flick of her wrist, she sent the aluminum disk out the door of the club room, hoping it'd richochet against the wall and into the trash can she knew was right there.

But it was a miss, clattering against the floor instead.

"Better to fight to win rather than fight to avoid losing and all~"

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

2v2s would add to the complexity and make sure that some matches aren't just one-sided ragestomps due to compatibility.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

FYI, I'm waiting on floodtalon's post before going, mainly cause Maiko's the sorta lass that'd totally jump on board with Ami if she wants to crack some light girl heads regardless of group consensus.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Smol Lost Boy

Yuuki Kimura

15 | Male | 121 lbs | 5'3
None | Non-Native | Human

Description
A displaced youth from another world who hopes to find some semblance of peace and kindness after a life mired in bitterness and apathy. But there's still a part of him that yearns for the world he left behind, for a chance to tie up the knots he had left hanging, to at least make sure that the ones he cares about know that he's doing alright, even if he isn't.

Appearance Description

More cute than cool, more beta than alpha, Yuuki has a dimunitive frame that's complemented by his unimpressive height of 5'3 and large eyes that give him the impression of a small animal. His face is baby-like as well, comfortably round, while his hands are the soft hands of a boy that never worked a day of his life. A pale complexion makes him reminiscent of the children of northern plains, while the brightness and warmth of his eyes speaks volumes of the type of person he is. He instinctively dresses warmly, preferring coats to shirts, scarves to sunglasses, even if logic dictates that such clothing is worthless on a warm summer's day. Yuuki doesn't care. It's just his preference.

Personality

Some would consider Yuuki to be kind to a fault, to the extent that it's clear he's a spineless pacifist who would smile and nod even as you hurled abuse towards him. They are right. He is that type of person, a silly doofus who can laugh off jabs and who refuses to throw punches in response to provocation. Life's too short to be held down by grudges, after all, and as far as he's concerned, everything will work out as long as people took the time to listen and compromise. A bit of a romanticist, a bit of an airhead, Yuuki takes everything in stride and does his best to stay under the radar and out of trouble. After all, he'd feel bad if he'd have to tread onto others in order to get what he needed, and he'd feel just as bad if people went out of their way to trouble themselves with his own affairs. Those are his own problems, not theirs, and though he would hypocritically offer his own help to others, Yuuki's not all that interested in receiving the help of others. The pride of a rabbit, perhaps? Or maybe the stubbornness of a self-deprecating dork? Who knows.

Despite being someone who loves sappy ideas of 'true love' and 'fated meetings', he's never been in a proper relationship, nor has he ever fully garnered the interest or attention of another. When confronted with the attraction of others, there is no doubt that Yuuki will melt into a stammering mess of embarrassment and regret.

Class
Yuuki is a student of Class 1-A, one that's fairly unremarkable in every way. He gets average grades, doesn't really see how molecular division can apply to his future, and spends more time in PE messing around with vague acquaintances rather than actually doing anything. As a casual member of the light music appreciation club, Yuuki definitely couldn't name any bands he's an intense, diehard fan of, but has a basic idea of the type of sounds that are 'good' and the type of sounds that are 'bad'. In general, though, it's expected that he's fairly normal, ambivalent and unambitious.

He also never went through a chuuni phase where he imagined himself as a RPG character. Cause yeah, that's a pretty weird thing to consider, right?

Yuuki is a Peacemaker, preferring debate over combat, compromise over victory. He believes that a win win scenario is always possible, and seeks to understand both sides of an argument as clearly as possible. Between the battlefield and the meeting room, he will always prefer the latter.

And if it comes down to it? Running away is okay!

Bio
Yuuki's life was as normal as it could have been. He was born as the eldest son, treated his younger sister as well as he could have, cared for his father when his mother left, and was generally a good student in school. Other kids caused troubles. Other kids were more remarkable. Other kids got into relationships. But he stayed in the center of those great circles, managing to remain on friendly terms with all of them. Yuuki didn't want to create waves, nor did he have any delusions of grandeur that was common amongst his age group. Heroism was hard, while hedonism seemed exhausting. Given a choice, he'd always take the path of least resistance, drifting through life peacefully.

But then he met a girl he could side with, someone who he was willing to take a harder path with. A girl with a guitar, dreaming of a brighter future despite the inevitability of fate, the world that sought to take everything from her. If he was with her, he thought he could change. If he was with her, he thought he should change.

So Yuuki, the half-baked pacifist who meandered through life despite all the sacrifices it took, decided to run away with her. From the remains of his family, from the snowbound city, from the systems that governed the world, from everything and nothing, to something new.

On a clear, starry night, he said his prayers to his mother and his sister.

On a clear, starry night, he ran out in his first and last act of rebellion.

On a clear, starry night, he found himself on a bright, sunny day.

Magic

Life energy: S+

Flow: F-

Non-Existent

Abstract Magic

Return By Death

Extra
The brightest eyes cast the darkest shadows.

Sharper minds would know that even rabbits have fangs.

Even now, he remembers her crackling voice.