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Fate/Dark Heritage

Madame Butterfly

Name: Ilse Heilwig von Grimmelshausen
Age: 27
Titles: Madame Butterfly

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120 lbs

Family Backstory: Germany's witch hunts birthed dark magic for the von Grimmelshausen family. They twisted a myth - witches turn into butterflies - into a desperate spell: Schmetterling. It grants wings, but the truth is darker.

The family believes butterflies carry souls. With each witch burned, a butterfly fluttered free. Schmetterling taps into that, conjuring wings through a magic circle tattooed at birth.

Ilse's wings are both a gift and a curse. Flight, speed, defense - amazing! But mess with them, you mess with her soul. A constant reminder of the family's dark magic and the terrible price they pay for its power.

Personal Backstory: Denied admittance to the prestigious London Clocktower, Ilse had no choice but to follow the tutelage of questionable characters provided by her so-called family. Her strange combination of magecraft and martial arts allows her to go head-to-head with those more experienced than herself, making life as a Freelance Magus ideal.

Now she has been chosen by the grail, and like the others, she comes bearing a wish.

Personality: Fiercely independent, she uses humor to mask the pain of her family's dark magic, a legacy that grants her powerful butterfly wings. These wings are both a gift and a curse, fueling her desire to use her power for good. While she thrives on freedom, a flicker of longing for acceptance remains. Ilse's a complex mix of defiance and vulnerability, a fighter forever marked by the shadows of her heritage.

Magical Parameters

Magical Circuit Quantity: C
Magical Circuit Quality: C
Composition: Abnormal

Magecraft
Magecraft Basics: Average competency in basic magus-oriented tasks such as Basic Familiar Creation, Alchemy, Bounded Fields and Mental Interference.

Schmetterling: As the Witch Hunts of Germany became more severe, so did superstitions. At one point in time it was believed that witches went through a metamorphosis, that they changed themselves into butterflies in order to steal and avoid detection. A last-ditch effort at survival, a thaumaturgy that has not been forgotten within the modern era of Magecraft. Not so long as the von Grimmelshausen line lives.

But that belief is just one of many. Others believed that butterflies are linked to one's soul. Upon death, one's spirit is transformed into the winged creature as they fly into the afterlife and with as many witches as Germany burned, well there are bound to be butterflies. These are the foundations in which the von Grimmelhausen’s spell, “Schmetterling” draws its mystery.

By accessing one's soul, by calling out one's spirit, chanting the incantation and pouring magic through their circuits, any member of the family is capable of conjuring a pair of butterfly wings via a magic circle on their back, tied to them at birth. Ilse’s specific set of wings resembles a Blue Morpho. They are resilient and strong, capable of carrying her at great speeds and defending her from attacks if need be. However, one must be careful because these wings are an extension of the soul and if they were to be destroyed…

Well that wouldn’t be good.

Skills
Ringen: A European martial art focusing on unarmed combat. This included closing techniques, disarms, weapon-seizures, pommel strikes, and weapon-aided joint locks.

Fate/Dark Heritage

Name: Ilse Heilwig von Grimmelshausen
Age: 27
Titles: Madame Butterfly

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120 lbs

Family Backstory: Germany's witch hunts birthed dark magic for the von Grimmelshausen family. They twisted a myth - witches turn into butterflies - into a desperate spell: Schmetterling. It grants wings, but the truth is darker.

The family believes butterflies carry souls. With each witch burned, a butterfly fluttered free. Schmetterling taps into that, conjuring wings through a magic circle tattooed at birth.

Ilse's wings are both a gift and a curse. Flight, speed, defense - amazing! But mess with them, you mess with her soul. A constant reminder of the family's dark magic and the terrible price they pay for its power.

Personal Backstory: Denied admittance to the prestigious London Clocktower, Ilse had no choice but to follow the tutelage of questionable characters provided by her so-called family. Her strange combination of magecraft and martial arts allows her to go head-to-head with those more experienced than herself, making life as a Freelance Magus ideal.

Now she has been chosen by the grail, and like the others, she comes bearing a wish.

Personality: Fiercely independent, she uses humor to mask the pain of her family's dark magic, a legacy that grants her powerful butterfly wings. These wings are both a gift and a curse, fueling her desire to use her power for good. While she thrives on freedom, a flicker of longing for acceptance remains. Ilse's a complex mix of defiance and vulnerability, a fighter forever marked by the shadows of her heritage.

Magical Parameters

Magical Circuit Quantity: C
Magical Circuit Quality: C
Composition: Abnormal

Magecraft
Magecraft Basics: Average competency in basic magus-oriented tasks such as Basic Familiar Creation, Alchemy, Bounded Fields and Mental Interference.

Schmetterling: As the Witch Hunts of Germany became more severe, so did superstitions. At one point in time it was believed that witches went through a metamorphosis, that they changed themselves into butterflies in order to steal and avoid detection. A last-ditch effort at survival, a thaumaturgy that has not been forgotten within the modern era of Magecraft. Not so long as the von Grimmelshausen line lives.

But that belief is just one of many. Others believed that butterflies are linked to one's soul. Upon death, one's spirit is transformed into the winged creature as they fly into the afterlife and with as many witches as Germany burned, well there are bound to be butterflies. These are the foundations in which the von Grimmelhausen’s spell, “Schmetterling” draws its mystery.

By accessing one's soul, by calling out one's spirit, chanting the incantation and pouring magic through their circuits, any member of the family is capable of conjuring a pair of butterfly wings via a magic circle on their back, tied to them at birth. Ilse’s specific set of wings resembles a Blue Morpho. They are resilient and strong, capable of carrying her at great speeds and defending her from attacks if need be. However, one must be careful because these wings are an extension of the soul and if they were to be destroyed…

Well that wouldn’t be good.

Skills
Ringen: A European martial art focusing on unarmed combat. This included closing techniques, disarms, weapon-seizures, pommel strikes, and weapon-aided joint locks.

Fate/Dark Heritage - A Nasuverse RP looking for a GM and Players!

Hey! I'd be down, already have a master idea in mind!

MEATCHURNER (Grand Sci-Fi, WH40K/Dune inspired)

I am interested in this as well!

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

@Izurich

Awesome! Tysm for letting me know and my vote if I even get one... is totally for Hack too! Haha.

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

I've been sitting on these ideas for a while, and I am debating creating a roleplay out of them! Each of these settings requires about 3-5 players, with me as the GM. Below I have (pretty informally) listed the universes I have come up with! I want to stress the idea that these will be our stories, I want your characters to have unique pasts, presents, and futures that can impact the world. Think of it almost like a DnD game without the gross numbers and stats!

Crucible

CRUCIBLE

The ouroboros depicts a snake eating its own tail and in a way, that is precisely what our world has done...

Imagine if Dark Souls met Full Metal Alchemist.

Crucible is about a world in shambles. Magic exists only in the form of "Alchemy." However, it is not as complicated as other series present it. Alchemists often have an affinity towards one specific thing, be it the ability to transmute plants to attack for them, or alchemize machinery to create living dolls, being referred to as a “plant alchemist” and “automata alchemist” respectively. Alchemists are born, not created, and the world is not kind to those unfortunate enough to be born with the gift.

It is said they are bad luck, and that misfortune always finds them. The church has tasked itself with hunting any and every alchemist, blaming these beings for the world's suffering. Kingdoms fall, empires topple, and monsters emerge from the unknown.

You have been chosen, or perhaps merely caught within the church's clutches. A new project, their idea of fighting fire with fire. A church-sanctioned alchemist? Deplorable and laughable, the heresy of it all... yet that is your position. A dog collared by a God you likely don't believe in, forced to dance for whatever treat they toss your way.

It is now your job to hunt other alchemists, to stop the wicked creatures that have invaded this world, congratulations!

This is a dark fantasy through and through! It has a simple magic system with a lot of creative freedom. There are many warring factions here, and this is but glimpse of this entire world.

Hack

HACK

I never said I was the best boss in the world now did I? Yes yes... I know that Mars is currently a warzone, but somebody has to deliver the package.

What if Futurama married Star Wars but had an affair with the mailman who knew magic and their uncle was One Piece?

A persons program is unknown to them. Some go their entire lives without ever unlocking it, but some are lucky enough to be given access. A program is an ability that is said to be linked to one's soul, giving a person access to their "soul circuits", granting them an ability that warps reality (i.e., the ability to create fire or water). These people are called "Hackers" through the universe, though various races and planets, based on culture, may call them something completely different.

Perhaps it was a near-death experience, a dog bite, or a discovery that showed your passion in life. There are many ways to become a "Hacker" though oddly enough, people who intentionally try are often unsuccessful. It has been scientifically described as a "right place, right time" situation, a rarity.

Maybe you're a hacker, maybe you aren't. Either way, you work for Spacebound. An intergalactic delivery service that promises to go where no one else dares. Delivering a rare artifact to a war-torn country, or transporting a princess on-the-run back to her kingdom. There are many jobs that could come up, each one more dangerous than the last. Spacebound doesn't do background checks, and your boss could care less about the damage so long as the job gets done, so it's sure to attract a colorful cast of characters.

Even in an ever-expanding galaxy with millions of planets, late-stage capitalism has its faults. Star Dust Industries, a corporation headed by a woman named "Lamia" has stolen many stars from many a sky. The dust collected from these stars powers technology and weapons, allowing them to mimic magic on a lesser scale, akin to dust from RWBY.

ROYGBIV

ROYGBIV

Red or blue dear? Oh my... green? Well, I suppose we can make it work! I am merlin the miracle worker after all!

Nothing is confirmed, but the bedtime stories go something like this…

Once upon an eon, the Gods, in their celestial wisdom, decided to kick back and watch humanity unfold like a cosmic sitcom. It was like the ultimate reality show, and the Gods were armed with their popcorn, enjoying the peculiar evolution of mundanity.

But one God couldn't bear to see the poor creatures toil in their monochrome existence. Their fortresses were more like cardboard castles, and their idea of a gourmet meal was grilled roots. It was a bummer, really. Watching them struggle with tasks that to him, were mere finger snaps, he decided he had seen enough of the dreariness.

So, against the heavenly office memo, he bestowed upon humanity a gift. The legend tells of an old blind man who, instead of a cane, wielded a list of ludicrous demands and wild favors. Villagers scratching their heads, thinking, "Is this guy for real?" Of course, they played along. Lo and behold, he appeared, giving a thumbs up to the village for completing the ritual. With a wave of his divine hand, the world burst into color – goodbye drab and hello rainbow! And just when everyone thought it couldn't get more whimsical, he dropped the magic bomb, turning mundane into enchanting with a sprinkle of stardust.

Nobody is quite sure what happened after that, or if those events ever happened at all. This is the part where the story varies. The village used their newfound magic to kill the God, or wait, no! They made him their king and he chose to live life as a mortal! Either way, he is the only God still remembered today and many believe the others were purposely forgotten, having turned their back on a world that betrayed them.

His name was Arcus and in some ways, many consider this world to be his.

A world where mages are split into seven categories which determine their abilities. Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green, Purple, and Violet. A typical fantasy world akin to League of Legends, headed by a guild system and an abusive magic council that will do anything to stay in power! Magic is gained through complicated rituals, and usually have silly consequences.

You are attending Do Rei Mei Magical Academy, a community college that accepts nearly anyone and everyone. Graduation is just around the corner, and you will be put into the arena to showcase what you have learned to hopefully be selected by one of the worlds leading magic organizations! A guild.

These are my three concepts, and there's so much more to each and every one, but I got tired of typing! If you are interested, please comment below and maybe, just maybe, we can make one of these happen!

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

@Izurich

Oh of course! My bad, I meant to put it there anyway!!!

Three Concepts ( Crucible | Hack | ROYGBIV)

I've been sitting on these ideas for a while, and I am debating creating a roleplay out of them! Each of these settings requires about 3-5 players, with me as the GM. Below I have (pretty informally) listed the universes I have come up with! I want to stress the idea that these will be our stories, I want your characters to have unique pasts, presents, and futures that can impact the world. Think of it almost like a DnD game without the gross numbers and stats!

Crucible

CRUCIBLE

The ouroboros depicts a snake eating its own tail and in a way, that is precisely what our world has done...

Imagine if Dark Souls met Full Metal Alchemist.

Crucible is about a world in shambles. Magic exists only in the form of "Alchemy." However, it is not as complicated as other series present it. Alchemists often have an affinity towards one specific thing, be it the ability to transmute plants to attack for them, or alchemize machinery to create living dolls, being referred to as a “plant alchemist” and “automata alchemist” respectively. Alchemists are born, not created, and the world is not kind to those unfortunate enough to be born with the gift.

It is said they are bad luck, and that misfortune always finds them. The church has tasked itself with hunting any and every alchemist, blaming these beings for the world's suffering. Kingdoms fall, empires topple, and monsters emerge from the unknown.

You have been chosen, or perhaps merely caught within the church's clutches. A new project, their idea of fighting fire with fire. A church-sanctioned alchemist? Deplorable and laughable, the heresy of it all... yet that is your position. A dog collared by a God you likely don't believe in, forced to dance for whatever treat they toss your way.

It is now your job to hunt other alchemists, to stop the wicked creatures that have invaded this world, congratulations!

This is a dark fantasy through and through! It has a simple magic system with a lot of creative freedom. There are many warring factions here, and this is but glimpse of this entire world.

Hack

HACK

I never said I was the best boss in the world now did I? Yes yes... I know that Mars is currently a warzone, but somebody has to deliver the package.

What if Futurama married Star Wars but had an affair with the mailman who knew magic and their uncle was One Piece?

A persons program is unknown to them. Some go their entire lives without ever unlocking it, but some are lucky enough to be given access. A program is an ability that is said to be linked to one's soul, giving a person access to their "soul circuits", granting them an ability that warps reality (i.e., the ability to create fire or water). These people are called "Hackers" through the universe, though various races and planets, based on culture, may call them something completely different.

Perhaps it was a near-death experience, a dog bite, or a discovery that showed your passion in life. There are many ways to become a "Hacker" though oddly enough, people who intentionally try are often unsuccessful. It has been scientifically described as a "right place, right time" situation, a rarity.

Maybe you're a hacker, maybe you aren't. Either way, you work for Spacebound. An intergalactic delivery service that promises to go where no one else dares. Delivering a rare artifact to a war-torn country, or transporting a princess on-the-run back to her kingdom. There are many jobs that could come up, each one more dangerous than the last. Spacebound doesn't do background checks, and your boss could care less about the damage so long as the job gets done, so it's sure to attract a colorful cast of characters.

Even in an ever-expanding galaxy with millions of planets, late-stage capitalism has its faults. Star Dust Industries, a corporation headed by a woman named "Lamia" has stolen many stars from many a sky. The dust collected from these stars powers technology and weapons, allowing them to mimic magic on a lesser scale, akin to dust from RWBY.

ROYGBIV

ROYGBIV

Red or blue dear? Oh my... green? Well, I suppose we can make it work! I am merlin the miracle worker after all!

Nothing is confirmed, but the bedtime stories go something like this…

Once upon an eon, the Gods, in their celestial wisdom, decided to kick back and watch humanity unfold like a cosmic sitcom. It was like the ultimate reality show, and the Gods were armed with their popcorn, enjoying the peculiar evolution of mundanity.

But one God couldn't bear to see the poor creatures toil in their monochrome existence. Their fortresses were more like cardboard castles, and their idea of a gourmet meal was grilled roots. It was a bummer, really. Watching them struggle with tasks that to him, were mere finger snaps, he decided he had seen enough of the dreariness.

So, against the heavenly office memo, he bestowed upon humanity a gift. The legend tells of an old blind man who, instead of a cane, wielded a list of ludicrous demands and wild favors. Villagers scratching their heads, thinking, "Is this guy for real?" Of course, they played along. Lo and behold, he appeared, giving a thumbs up to the village for completing the ritual. With a wave of his divine hand, the world burst into color – goodbye drab and hello rainbow! And just when everyone thought it couldn't get more whimsical, he dropped the magic bomb, turning mundane into enchanting with a sprinkle of stardust.

Nobody is quite sure what happened after that, or if those events ever happened at all. This is the part where the story varies. The village used their newfound magic to kill the God, or wait, no! They made him their king and he chose to live life as a mortal! Either way, he is the only God still remembered today and many believe the others were purposely forgotten, having turned their back on a world that betrayed them.

His name was Arcus and in some ways, many consider this world to be his.

A world where mages are split into seven categories which determine their abilities. Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Green, Purple, and Violet. A typical fantasy world akin to League of Legends, headed by a guild system and an abusive magic council that will do anything to stay in power! Magic is gained through complicated rituals, and usually have silly consequences.

You are attending Do Rei Mei Magical Academy, a community college that accepts nearly anyone and everyone. Graduation is just around the corner, and you will be put into the arena to showcase what you have learned to hopefully be selected by one of the worlds leading magic organizations! A guild.

These are my three concepts, and there's so much more to each and every one, but I got tired of typing! If you are interested, please comment below and maybe, just maybe, we can make one of these happen!

One Piece: The Sea Reaver Pirates Reborn

I'd be down! This honestly sounds so much fun.

Delta End

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Lucasta found herself in a blackened void surrounded by a pit of nothingness. The sound alone was horrifying because there was no sound. The silence was a terrible weapon, but great at instilling fear. The woman's feet were planted as she found herself paralyzed in place. Unable to see anything, as if she had been placed in a coffin and buried alive, but this was no coffin. She could feel the open space, but she was simply unable to reach it. This was the absence of everything, devoid of all life. A reoccurring dream Lucasta had frequently if a dream is truly what you wish to call it.

Out of nowhere blue threads began to spin themselves into existence, like thin streams of water swirling every which way, a bright and glowing contrast in the dark room. From the distaff of Lucasta's imagination, the threads formed a feminine figure with no discernable face or features. Lucasta attempted to move her feet, to take some sort of fighting stance, but she was glued to the floor. Whether that be her mind playing tricks on her or a literal trap she stumbled upon, she had yet to find out.

The sewn-to-life creation glided forward, levitating just above the concrete sea of black. Etching closer and closer, Lucasta eventually gave up her struggle, those threaded hands caressing her cheek, the creature's featureless face staring right at her, with it's blue body in the strangest of poses.

"Do not mess today up, girl. This.... is your destiny." And with those words, it planted a kiss on her forehead and that was that. Lucasta went to ask a question, she had worked up the courage to speak, managed to gain some semblance of strength but the cloud of dreams vanished and Lucasta awoke on a train, but not for natural reasons...

"Uhh, are you okay lady?" He looked like a teenager, poking and prodding the sleeping young woman as she appeared to be going through some sort of mental dilemma. A horrifying and confusing nightmare to be exact. Needless to say she had interrupted a passenger or two. "Why would you wake me up!?! I was just about to get some answers!?! Who the hell even ARE YOUUUUU!?!"

With that fit of outrage, the teenager just slid down to a farther away seat grimacing as he went. Maybe messing with crazy wasn't a good idea. "At least destiny has been kind to be so far. What would make today any different?" Lucasta shrugged, something of a fatalist, there was no need in worrying over something she couldn't change. If you couldn't guess, she was also something of a hypocrite.

Shortly after her rude awakening, the train came to a screeching halt. She was somehow saddened that she had missed all the sights on her way there. The city in all its glory wasn't something she could see very often. The 2nd Pillar. A few weeks ago this would have been so far out of reach, but something changed. The strings of fate had pulled her along like a puppet, leading her out of the frying pan but into a whole new fire. Life as an agent. Perhaps that is what the dream meant, but Lucasta knew it was so much more.

Eventually arriving at the building, she stood outside for a second. Ensuring her pointy witch's hat was on and pointed at the best angle it could be before taking a long, deep breath. Beginning to think of everything that had happened in order for her to land right here. Right now. "Go in already, we're gonna be late." Lucasta tensed up. "I was trying to have a moment...." Yes, she was arguing with a voice inside her head. Yes, stares from strangers came with that territory.

"You can only have one first impression, remember what we told you?" The voice was stoic and feminine, commanding even. "Yeah yeah yeah, don't mess this up. I know! I know! Chill out." This argument went on for several minutes, eventually becoming very heated before of course, that voice won! It always did. The sound of her high heels hitting the concrete could be heard as she made her way up the steps and into the rather extravagant building. Luckily she had been given a clear set of directions, alongside clearance, so finding the right elevator was pretty straightforward.

Seeing the multi-eyed girl at reception, Lucasta knew she was in the right place. Well, that and the several other people who had arrived for the very same thing. This was a new task force after all, not a solo project. The people she was looking at... well they would be her team. Pulling the brim of her hat downward, as if to cast a dramatic shadow on her face before crossing her arms, Lucasta felt no need to announce her arrival. They had her file, they knew exactly who she was. As for getting to know the others, that would come later.