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So much for concepts being rare eh? XD

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Kamisato's a big weenie. Also he smells bad.

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Concept of Nothingness is just a fancy way of saying you have no power. (・ω< )★

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Concept: Life

GG nerds

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Albrecht basically lives in five star hotels, so he can really be anywhere. Most likely gonna be in Europe though, or Mongolia.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

All she could do, was swing her fists as hard as she could.

Striking away in the ditch, lightning rushing out of her body, energy rushing out of her body, leaving less and less of herself. Like a storm, she was being spent. Like a fire, she was burning out. Seconds stretched to minutes, the air around her burnt of oxygen, the sharp tang of ozone seeping into her lungs and depriving her of what truly let her blood flow. Her heart was roaring still, pushing and pushing to the brink of a meltdown, her armor slowly being rent by the ebb and flow of ice magic. The elemental spirits had no true alignment. It did not matter that they were striking away at an unarmed opponent. It did not matter that they were serving a master that was long dead. Nothing mattered, but the winter they brought upon the mines, the ice that climbed up onto Ettamri every time she broke free.

Her attacks slowed. Her knees buckled. Her hands were broken. Her rage ended. Her helmet split. For the first time, she felt the winter wind, juxtaposed by the spring rain. It fell against her cheeks, sliding down and freezing as Ettamri fell down on her knee. Before her, a monster of her own making rose out. Pulverized bone, ground so finely it became a pale dust, swirled together to form an intangible phantom. A living, localized blizzard, undying and untiring, shifting from one shape to the other as it cast its spells again, a great icicle rising above Ettamri.

An executing spike to drive through her skull. An executing spike to skewer her fully. An executing spike to finish a fight that could never end in Ettamri’s favor.

That was what the World had become before Muu’s eyes. Gwyn and Matteo, cold and unresponsive, their bodies flung upon the ground by the tempest of Ettamri’s fury. The white knight herself, kneeling, fatigued, a spear of ice floating above her to deliver her punishment. That was what the World had become. The price of her victory had been the loss of everyone else.

Before her, Gwyn’s frozen face splintered, flesh crackling open as blood oozed out, black and lifeless. Beyond, Matteo laid, his legs twisted in an unnatural position, his eyes glassy and blank. How many more people was she going to lose? How many more would disappear? What happened to Hannah? What happened to Aoi? What happened to Youichiro? Jun? Akane? All phantoms, names that had such emotional weight, yet had such little meaning. All bright stars, now dead coals. The rain fell on, and she could not piece the dead pieces back together.

Was this how it was going to end?

…

In the rain, Ash trudged on, alone, her feet sinking deeper and deeper into the mud.

Was that all they had?

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_{19 y/o | 6'0 | 182 lbs}

Albrecht Dietrich

Personality

Albrecht is an excellent shot caller who can improvise on the fly, with a natural combat sense that doesn’t truly fit his age or actual experience. He’s also a fuckboi who goes dungeon crawling cause he already has enough money to live a long life off of and wants to become famous as an explorer of extradimensional space. And to make things worse? Albrecht is terrible with women in the way that, if they’re even slightly attractive, he’ll go out of his way to be super-duper friendly, often bending over backwards to accommodate their needs. He also won’t hit them, even if they’re literally the incarnation of Satan, and he definitely won’t say ‘no’ if they ask him to carry their bags. Some sort of immature sense of chivalry, perhaps. Or maybe it’s because he went to an all-boys high school, and his own steady interaction with those of the opposite gender was his mom and his aunt, both who are figuratively dragons in the business world.

Of course, if any guy calls him out on that, they get the full all-boys high school treatment: a haymaker in the face followed by a German suplex before finishing in a rear naked choke. But that’s just guy stuff, ain’t it?

Attribute: Immolate [Conceptual]

As far as he’s aware, Albrecht has a Fire Element Attribute, being able to set target on fire when he touches them. This fire is incapable of harming anyone outside of the target and cannot spread or be put out the same way that normal fire can. Once the target dies or is destroyed, both the target and the flames disappear, leaving nothing but a shadowed outline of their body on the ground.

Abilities

Outside of his remarkably sharp decision-making skills in the heat of battle, Albrecht practices a form of mixed martial arts that focuses largely on footwork and quick strikes, as well as the occasional throw and low kick. His Attribute only works on physical contact and can’t spread, after all, so Albrecht naturally prefers using hit-and-run tactics: tagging one enemy before moving onto the next.

Skills

Having graduated from a fairly intense private high school with flying colors, Albrecht has a solid foundation of knowledge and physical skill. He can swim, he can run, he can do calculus, and he knows how to triangulate shit with two points of reference, among other relatively mundane things. Outside of that, Albrecht also has a fairly solid understanding on business, and is especially aware of how his own parents’ conglomerate functions. Long nights spent in dorms have given him both excellent sneaking abilities as well as a godly gift when it comes to playing Little Mac on Smash, while the morning after had granted him the ability to sleep anywhere. Naturally, being a guy with no actual taste when it comes to food and fashion, Albrecht can shamelessly eat and dress up in anything, all with enough confidence to convince people that, yes, this outfit is totally in vogue.

History

The Dietrich conglomerate spans the globe and has their fingers in every industry imaginable, a veritable powerhouse in the world of business, and growing up, Albrecht never wanted for anything and was always expected to be generous with everything. He tossed money at panhandlers, threw stupidly expensive gifts at his friends, literally didn’t give a shit when people lied in his face to get him to pay for their lunch, and overall was the sort of weird rich boy who was most definitely spoiled, but never actually let it get to his head.

Really, the biggest problem he had in life was the fact that his mom was insistent on making him do chores even when that was the job of their maid, and, thinking retrospectively, Albrecht thanks her for that. He’d hate to become an irresponsible adult incapable of washing his own dishes, after all.

Regardless though, life went on. Rifts happened, but after a year or so, it just became a business opportunity that the Dietrich Conglomerate capitalized on. His family got obscenely rich, set up a savings account that ensured Albrecht could live with minimal effort doing whatever he wanted, and soon, he realized that he had nothing that he really…wanted to do? It was easy enough to coast through elementary school and high school just doing homework and keeping up with punishingly fast-paced courses, but as graduation drew near, Albrecht realized that, without any external pressure pushing him to do anything in particular with his life, he had nothing he actually wanted to do.

So he dipped into a Rift, came out with a power, and became a self-styled adventurer that more or less already has more money that he’d ever need to use.

After all, people always say that they never feel more alive than when they near death. Maybe taking on the most dangerous job on the planet will be sufficient in giving him a reason to do more than eat, sleep and breathe.

Or maybe he’ll just die, unfulfilled and unsatisfied.

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_{19 y/o | 6'0 | 182 lbs}

Albrecht Dietrich

Personality

Albrecht is an excellent shot caller who can improvise on the fly, with a natural combat sense that doesn’t truly fit his age or actual experience. He’s also a fuckboi who goes dungeon crawling cause he already has enough money to live a long life off of and wants to become famous as an explorer of extradimensional space. And to make things worse? Albrecht is terrible with women in the way that, if they’re even slightly attractive, he’ll go out of his way to be super-duper friendly, often bending over backwards to accommodate their needs. He also won’t hit them, even if they’re literally the incarnation of Satan, and he definitely won’t say ‘no’ if they ask him to carry their bags. Some sort of immature sense of chivalry, perhaps. Or maybe it’s because he went to an all-boys high school, and his own steady interaction with those of the opposite gender was his mom and his aunt, both who are figuratively dragons in the business world.

Of course, if any guy calls him out on that, they get the full all-boys high school treatment: a haymaker in the face followed by a German suplex before finishing in a rear naked choke. But that’s just guy stuff, ain’t it?

Attribute: Immolate [Conceptual]

As far as he’s aware, Albrecht has a Fire Element Attribute, being able to set target on fire when he touches them. This fire is incapable of harming anyone outside of the target and cannot spread or be put out the same way that normal fire can. Once the target dies or is destroyed, both the target and the flames disappear, leaving nothing but a shadowed outline of their body on the ground.

Abilities

Outside of his remarkably sharp decision-making skills in the heat of battle, Albrecht practices a form of mixed martial arts that focuses largely on footwork and quick strikes, as well as the occasional throw and low kick. His Attribute only works on physical contact and can’t spread, after all, so Albrecht naturally prefers using hit-and-run tactics: tagging one enemy before moving onto the next.

Skills

Having graduated from a fairly intense private high school with flying colors, Albrecht has a solid foundation of knowledge and physical skill. He can swim, he can run, he can do calculus, and he knows how to triangulate shit with two points of reference, among other relatively mundane things. Outside of that, Albrecht also has a fairly solid understanding on business, and is especially aware of how his own parents’ conglomerate functions. Long nights spent in dorms have given him both excellent sneaking abilities as well as a godly gift when it comes to playing Little Mac on Smash, while the morning after had granted him the ability to sleep anywhere. Naturally, being a guy with no actual taste when it comes to food and fashion, Albrecht can shamelessly eat and dress up in anything, all with enough confidence to convince people that, yes, this outfit is totally in vogue.

History

The Dietrich conglomerate spans the globe and has their fingers in every industry imaginable, a veritable powerhouse in the world of business, and growing up, Albrecht never wanted for anything and was always expected to be generous with everything. He tossed money at panhandlers, threw stupidly expensive gifts at his friends, literally didn’t give a shit when people lied in his face to get him to pay for their lunch, and overall was the sort of weird rich boy who was most definitely spoiled, but never actually let it get to his head.

Really, the biggest problem he had in life was the fact that his mom was insistent on making him do chores even when that was the job of their maid, and, thinking retrospectively, Albrecht thanks her for that. He’d hate to become an irresponsible adult incapable of washing his own dishes, after all.

Regardless though, life went on. Rifts happened, but after a year or so, it just became a business opportunity that the Dietrich Conglomerate capitalized on. His family got obscenely rich, set up a savings account that ensured Albrecht could live with minimal effort doing whatever he wanted, and soon, he realized that he had nothing that he really…wanted to do? It was easy enough to coast through elementary school and high school just doing homework and keeping up with punishingly fast-paced courses, but as graduation drew near, Albrecht realized that, without any external pressure pushing him to do anything in particular with his life, he had nothing he actually wanted to do.

So he dipped into a Rift, came out with a power, and became a self-styled adventurer that more or less already has more money that he’d ever need to use.

After all, people always say that they never feel more alive than when they near death. Maybe taking on the most dangerous job on the planet will be sufficient in giving him a reason to do more than eat, sleep and breathe.

Or maybe he’ll just die, unfulfilled and unsatisfied.

Arkus Academy

While others flocked to the observation deck, eager to see their new home for the next couple years of their life, there was one youth who didn’t rush there immediately. Indeed, this particular child wasn’t anywhere close to the observation deck, but perhaps his relative apathy towards the sight unfolding before his peers’ eyes was inevitable.

After all, he was Kress Alstein, son of the High Speaker, nephew of the Arch Governor, and, by birthright, the next heir to the Cresia family. His eyes were the amethyst of Cecilia Alstein and of the illustrious late Ambrose. The bracelet around his wrist could cause untold destruction with minimal effort, the piercing in his ear could communicate with the individual on the other end no matter what dimension they found themselves in, and the tome in his hand was well-marked and well-used, the hallmark of a hard-working student of the magical arts. His bearing itself was noble, pale skin and vibrant hair granting him the beauty of an eloquent youth, whilst his attire could only be considered top-class, fabrics imported from all around the globe to weave something that didn’t require magic to remain a paradox of qualities: sturdy yet flexible, warm yet breathable.

It was only natural that the son of such a prestigious bloodline deigned not to join the rubes gawking at the gem of Cresia. Even the most gorgeous of sights grew old with time, and as it stood, Kress had more important things to do.

Such as absolutely geek out over the artificiery within the engine room of the airship. Though he had burned away many nights reading up on the theory behind such creations, this particular airship was a wholly new model. Vulcan-class, it was called, the first commercially-accessible model that the famed Alunya Vulkina was truly satisfied with, enough so that they put their family name alongside it. Jets of white flame propelled it much faster than any of the previous models, while parallel weight-manipulation runes allowed one to quickly change altitudes. Thrusters on the sides, combined with stabilizing magic, enabled Vulcan-class airships to strafe almost immediately sideways as well, while also being instrumental to performing tight turns. One had to wonder why a vessel meant for transportation was kitted out to outperform the handling of lighter, racing vessels, but regardless of what it was, Kress simply wanted to burn everything here into his memory.

This, this was the sort of stuff he wanted to see in Arkus Academy. Full of prodigies, full of geniuses, full of people who’d be able to do amazing things, who'd be able to think up things he'd never even dream about.

Content to stay in the stuffy, smelly engine room for the remaining duration of the flight, Kress sat right there as engineers and technicians walked around him, occasionally eyeing the boy with sparkles in his eyes and a total lack of concern for dirtying his finery. He didn’t care, after all. He had a whole room full of these sorts of clothes back home, and there was no doubt in his mind that his mom shipped another carriage-load of these sorts of clothes into his dorm.

Which was still a bad feel, but for better or worse, Kress had become accustomed to his mom’s sense of fashion.

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@PKMNB0Y ey, gonna pass this Attribute idea to you before I go with it. It's a Conceptual Attribute called 'Immolate' that basically operates as an ability to set things on fire at contact. These fires do not spread and only damages the target, and when the target dies, they disappear completely. My character will think of it as a specialized Fire Element Attribute, as would literally everyone else, all while being unaware of the second half of the effect.

Those who are Immolated are sacrificed to a greater power that my character doesn't know of, and I'll leave the rest of the implications to you.