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The air turns a little colder, as Evan approached the two bears Lily and Rose, as they were nearest to him and still awake.
"Hello. What is a bardiche?" Straight to the point. The bears didn't seem to mind.
"Sorreh han'some! No idear!"
"Be'er try da shor' ladeh o'er yonder-- bu' it soun' like sumthin' sharp 'n nasteh!" Rose pointed towards the exact woman wearing red armor, who wanted to borrow a bardiche.
Of course. Evan should've just asked her directly. She'd know the exact item she wants to borrow.
"Thank you." Evan nods and leaves.
"Anuh time, sugar!"
"Ya always welcome!" Rose giggles.
Evan merely thought, such friendly bears.

On the way, he noticed Jazdia by the fire. The unusually long-eared woman tinkered with a device he was unfamilar of. It looked complicated.
He elected not to disturb.

Evan then approached the woman in red armor. Something sharp and nasty... Evan could probably make that. He is familiar with several basic weapons. It shouldn't be a problem.
"Hello. What is a bardiche?" He asked the same exact question.

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Name: Dixie Greene Species: Human Demonoid Age: Thirty-something Gender: Female

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Appearance:
Disheveled black hair brunched up in a neck-long ponytail held up with an orb attached to a steel chopstick. Soul-sucking amber eyes with unusually fantastic eyelashes. Freckles. X-shaped mark on her face that kind of blends with her hair. Decently tall height, average build with hints of muscle. Aside from later-mentioned pieces of armor, black sweaters and black leggings that blend well with blood. Her left sleeve is always folded back up to the elbow. Parts of her skin are reddened like burn scars, oddly red-purple like her own blood.

Bio:
The Greenes are considered a noble family of adventurers, but in truth, it's an organization that picks up the young dregs of society, particularly those with innate talent, then turns them into adventurers. The young Dixie was adopted into this system, and was sent into the wider world when she was barely a teenager. To begin killing monsters and other humans from that young, is tragedy on its own.
Her final mission, to protect a little town surrounded by a rather expansive magical woodland, went relatively well. Even met a man worthy to be her husband. Too bad he was a humonculus, though. The magical woodland turned out to be beyond saving as well, specifically because of her husband. She couldn't accept it.
While most others gave up and left, she stayed and murdered all manner of large and/or corrupted beasts for the next eight years. In that time, she paid no mind to ingesting and absorbing the beasts' flesh and blood regardless of their corruption, and it caused changes in her physique.
Recently, her old friend the forest hermit pleaded to find one of his two bear-like sons. He couldn't quite do it himself, for he was magically connected to this forest at this point. She figured it was time to take a vacation, too. Maybe she'll even swing by and visit her ancestor who works in the palace.

Traits:
Demonoid - Increased physical regeneration. Heightened senses. Taking holy attacks greatly increases fatigue, up to the point of knocking her unconscious.
Flexible - Joints and spine have drastically increased movement range.
Careless Gourmet - If it can be digested, it's not poisonous.
Curse of the Bane of All Life - She gives off bad vibes. Animals fear her and people distrust her, by default.

Skills:
Ambidextrous - Equally skilled with either hand.
Assassin - Her chosen profession from a young age. Hides her presence. Footsteps and breathing are minimized. Climbs surfaces easily. Attacks are swift and hardwired to path towards vital organs.
Slayer - Her second profession, adapted to deal with large beasts. Increased jump height and air maneuverability. (Doesn't constitute mid-air jumping. Rather, think ukemi.)
Pugilist - Her third profession; weapons don't exactly come cheap. Unarmed attacks have increased power.

Spells:
Curse of Blood Spiders - Turns nearby blood into small spiders under her control (via the mind, one-way command). They can secrete black silk and inject numbing poison with their bite. Passively, her own blood also turns into spiders when they leave her body.
- The longer the spiders exist, the less susceptible they are to the command, until eventually they become wild bugs.
Hellfire Ray - Fires a one-second exploding ray of hellfire from the X-shaped mark on her face. Has tremendous recoil. Inflicts great pain after casting.
Hellfire Dominion - Before she knew it, her frost mastery was sacrificed to upgrade her flames. Grants control over red fire emitted from her body. These flames aren't easily doused by water or lack of breathable air.
- She needs to sustain the Hellfire. It wont burn indefinitely by itself, and reverts to normal flame without her input. She herself is immune to Hellfire.
Soul Siphon - Channeling. Requires full concentration (may be stringed along with simple attacks, at best), direct physical contact at the minimum, sped up by overall proximity between the two bodies. Rapidly drains the mana and stamina of one target at a time.

Equipment:
Dagger of Destiny - A blunt dagger made of bone. Exerts greater force than it is given.
Norland Scarf - Thick silk scarf coated with a Fire Salamander's blood. Warm to the touch, resistant to slicing.
Leather armor, 4 pieces. - Right-arm gauntlet, knee-length boots, chestplate. Resistant to slicing.
Persistent Primate - An oddly named, oddly designed cold-iron buckler with wooly fur and a primate's face carved on it. Name etched on back.
Magiglass Lens - Extra-durable eyeglasses. Zoom in when infused with mana.
Broken turquoise pendant.
Sapphire pendant.
Silver ring. × 2. Left ring finger. Left middle finger.
Steel hairpin with amethyst ball tip.
Rotten healing potion. - Eight years unused. They don't exactly age like wine. Tastes worse than kombucha. Doesn't heal. Induces gastric purge.
Jack's letter to Cedar.

Other:
Cedar's aunt. Not by blood, just friends with his father.

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Name: Dixie Greene
Species: Human
Age: Thirty-something
Gender: Female

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Appearance:
Long flowing black hair. Soul-sucking amber eyes with unusually fantastic eyelashes, behind a pair of round glasses with no upper rims. Freckles.
Decently tall height, average build with hints of muscle.
A 5-piece ensemble of leather armor plus black sweater and black leggings that blend well with blood, underneath a beige robe and dark orange scarf combo that doesn't blend with anything at all.
Has a furry buckler with the face of a primate on her back.

Bio:
The Greenes are considered a noble family of adventurers, but in truth, it's an organization that picks up the young dregs of society, particularly those with innate talent, then turns them into adventurers. The young Dixie was adopted into this system, and was sent into the wider world when she was barely a teenager. To begin killing monsters and other humans from that young, is tragedy on its own.
Her final quest, to protect a little town surrounded by a rather expansive magical woodland, went relatively well. Saved the aforementioned misty forest from the budding seeds of demonic corruption. Saved the town itself from a more political type of corruption. Even met a man worthy to be her husband. Too bad he was a humonculus, though. Faded from the world, literally. She couldn't accept it.
While most others that were with her in that quest have left to do more good, she stayed and called it quits with her adventuring. In the eight years that followed, she had taken over her husband's position in this little town. Resident healer slash surgeon, and caretaker of a chapel no one really visits.
She didn't receive any letter or summons from anybody. Nor does she much care if sent one, either.

Passives:
Diminished Presence - A trick of the husband, easily branched through her partial assassin roots. Hides her presence. Footsteps and breathing are minimized. When you aren't directly staring at her, it's almost like she isn't there. A misdirection?
Ichorous Imbuement - A deceptively holy-like evolution borne out of her idealistic nature. Forcibly changes the colour of her spells to a glowing gold colour.
- Spells that emit raw mana or energy may minimally dissolve the affected into droplets and/or sparkling dusts of gold. Spells that create solid objects may be as hard as stone, if not already harder than.
Porous Wellspring - She lives and breathes mana. May subconsciously draw in foreign mana from her surroundings, able to seamlessly mix it with mana already stored in and generated from her own body.
Unusual weapon history. Adept with daggers, swords, maces, sickles, fists, palms, kicking, elbows, knees, grappling, throwing daggers, flintlocks, bows, and bucklers.
Child gymnast? Hyper flexibility on joints and spine. Adept at climbing, catching, and landing on her feet.
Fully ambidextrous.
Adept at whistling to call for and riding her trusted steed, a giant eagle named Garudha.

Spells:
Mana Tendrils - Her husband's signature spell, except she hasn't yet figured out how to keep the flesh undamaged when dissected.
- Create any number of tendrils made of raw mana, with sizes ranging from one huge tendril, 1ft in diameter and forceful enough to smack a boulder away... to a multitude of them, microscopic and sharp enough to cut through anything, as long as it doesn't move or resist with even the faintest of mana.
Mend - Hurls a wave of energy that heals or repairs the target to as close to an undamaged state as possible. Max range of 5m.
- Subconsciously casts this on herself when damaged.
Adept Mastery over Fire, Ice and Sky - Hardwired for speed.
- Emit a steady stream of fire from the body. Rapid-fire up to 10 fireballs per second. Instantly spawn any configuration of fire wall/pillar over a 1m² surface area.
- Instantly summon an up to 1m³ volume of dry ice, and possibly simultaneously launch it at 10m/s velocity or higher if smaller. Half the size, double the velocity, etc. Max velocity of 50m/s.
- Instantly shoot out a lightning bolt at up to 30m away, or continually electrify a target within physical contact.
Soul Siphon - Channeling. Requires full concentration (may be stringed along with simple attacks, at best), direct physical contact at the minimum, sped up by overall proximity between the two bodies. Rapidly drains the mana and stamina of one target at a time.

Equipment:
Dagger of Destiny - A blunt dagger made of bone. Exerts greater force than it is given.
Norland Scarf - Thick silk scarf coated with a Fire Salamander's blood. Warm to the touch, resistant to slicing.
Persistent Primate - An oddly named, oddly designed cold-iron buckler with wooly fur and a primate's face carved on it. Name etched on back.
Magiglass Lens - Extra-durable eyeglasses. Zoom in when infused with mana.
Leather armor, 5 pieces. Chestplate, two gauntlets, two boots. Resistant to slicing.
Broken turquoise pendant.
Sapphire pendant.
Silver ring × 2. Left ring finger. Left middle finger.
Steel hairpin with amethyst ball tip.
Rotten healing potion. Eight years unused. They don't exactly age like wine. Tastes worse than kombucha. Doesn't heal. Induces gastric purge.

Other:
Aunt to Jack's bear children. Not by blood, just friends with their father.

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Young man, huh... Henri places his right hand in its pocket, looks away and exhales, all likely in irritation as this pale hooded man lectures him and all about things they already know. At the least, this has so far stopped His Highness from having to decide on war right now.

As he looks away, his eyes meet with the pretty elf's, who seems intent on saying nothing throughout this whole thing, yet may have already expressed far too much by not kneeling. He tries to force a smile towards her. His gaze then drifts towards Matilda again, hoping that these two don't affect this 'team' with any such animosity down the line. Matilda already doesn't approve of Henri talking informally to Fredricus at times, to begin with.

What a strange skull-like helmet. Combined with that black suit of armor, wouldn't people mistake her for an evil knight? Between her, the man-bear, and the young warrior insistent on wearing oriental clothing, is this team not about to stand out too much? Investigating with inconspicuity has to be out of the question at this point.

The pale hooded man's words end, and Henri averts his accidentally prolonged gaze from Matilda, and back to His Highness. He cannot wait to get out of this awkward limbo.

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

Henri has to cut this off, before another narcissist boasts of their skill or muddies the king's mind with more sorrow. Fredricus, this is not time for you to be distracted.

"Your Highness." Quickly, before he could even begin responding to this bear again. "Do we have any leads?" He asks, his glance switching from Fred to Matilda who he assumed would be presenting such information.

Just get this over with. The longer we dally, the longer the Young Master suffers.

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

spoiler, this character is set to 'die' and be inactive for the remainder of the game

Henri

Name: Gentileschi, Henri Dominique.
Species: Half-automaton, half-golem.
Age: At least a century (factual), thirty-something (appearance).
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Looks like a regular handsome middle-aged man with greying black hair. When viewed from relatively close, his skin has several slices throughout, and the reflective sheen of the inflexible ceramic material it's made of could not be mistaken. Dons any such variety of male medieval formal wear.
Bio: History tells of a great human painter from more than a century ago. Henri Dominique Greene. His works, signed 'H.D.G.' at the back, still adorn the walls of Kindeance's castle. Portraits of old monarchs. Images of nature, oddly lacking for animals. A medical document stating that he began coughing out blood, whenever he painted animals who'd then come out alive from their canvases. A letter to the royal mage whom he courted and was later engaged to, informing of his decision to isolate from society. A second letter, an invitation to his funeral, held at the Greenes' mansion.
None but the King have yet made the connection between that painter of old, and this non-painter who shares nearly the same name, aside from the surname of his true mother before the Greenes' adoption after her passing. Nowadays, he roams the kingdom as a mage and handyman, and, since very recently, lecturer to the prince.
Traits: Golem Automaton - Inorganic body. Immune to physical pain. Immune to poison and disease. Immune to basic needs like food, water, air and sleep. Absorbs mana within close range. Converts most sources of energy into mana. Resistant to most forms of magic. Has a 30-foot radius of perception (via a low, constant emission of infrared; has a byproduct of perceiving temperatures) around his core's center of mass. Hears by picking up vibrations on those in contact with the core.
Metal Sense - Can sense most metals and the global north direction. Not a spell.
Artificial Qi Vessels - Spells only affect those under at most indirect physical contact.
Skills: Eidetic Memory
Lesser Occult - Limited knowledge on witchcraft and demonology.
Arcane Aptitude (mastery, source) - Can mimic others' spells, given enough exposure or instruction.
Spells: Telekinesis (innate)
Temperature Increase (innate)
Core Spreading (innate) - Injects a piece of his golem core into an object, qualifying the object as himself for the purposes of other spells. Lasts for up to 2 spells.
Inorganic Repair (100%, Ember)
Ward (2%, Scroll of Ward)
Flash (0%, Scroll of Flash)
Arcane Bolts (5%, Scroll of Arcane Bolts)
Detect Magic (1%, Cedar)
Enhance/Grow Vegetation (2%, Cedar)
Ultravision (1%, Jazdia Crystalspark)
Incorporeal Form (1%, Solomon Sparrow)
Equipment: Bottle of a curious powder, small - Inflicts sneezing and nose blindness.
Cedar's inventory - Dark brown and green 'holocaust cloak'/robes. Large wooden staff. Small hand axe. Small boot knife. Ball of twine. Antler knapping tool. Flints. Modified water barrel. Rope. Shovel.
Crate of vodka bottles × 2
Crate of whiskey bottles × 1
Deck of cards - 52-card deck, made of cardboard, paste and paper.
Henri's Eye × 2 - Enchanted orbs of ivory, used to see. Has to be within 3 meters of user.
Iron kite shield
Ironsword Family Medallion - Belongs to Matilda's birth father.
Map to the ruins
Metal flask - Mineral oil.
Pocket watch
Scroll of Ward × 3
Scroll of Flash × 3
Scroll of Arcane Bolts × 3
Other: Insides made of mostly iron.
Black shoes with bronze soles. Loud clacking footsteps on hard surfaces.
Keeps calling Cedar 'Cedrick'.
Has never killed anyone. Yet.

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplay Game. (Currently Open, And Accepting Players)

Name: Gentileschi, Henri Dominique.
Species: Half-automaton, half-golem.
Age: At least a century (factual), thirty-something (appearance).
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Looks like a regular handsome middle-aged man with greying black hair. When viewed from relatively close, his skin has several slices throughout, and the reflective sheen of the inflexible ceramic material it's made of could not be mistaken. Dons any such variety of male medieval formal wear.
Bio: History tells of a great human painter from more than a century ago. Henri Dominique Greene. His works, signed 'H.D.G.' at the back, still adorn the walls of Kindeance's castle. Portraits of old monarchs. Images of nature, oddly lacking for animals. A medical document stating that he began coughing out blood, whenever he painted animals who'd then come out alive from their canvases. A letter to the royal mage whom he courted and was later engaged to, informing of his decision to isolate from society. A second letter, an invitation to his funeral, held at the Greenes' mansion.
None but the King have yet made the connection between that painter of old, and this non-painter who shares nearly the same name, aside from the surname of his true mother before the Greenes' adoption after her passing. Nowadays, he roams the kingdom as a mage and handyman, and, since very recently, lecturer to the prince.
Skillset: Inorganic body. Immune to physical pain. Immune to basic needs like food and sleep. Absorbs and fueled by mana. Converts most sources of energy into mana. Resistant to most forms of magic. Unburdened by weight. Eidetic memory. Can sense metals and the global north direction. Can mimic others' spells, given enough exposure or instruction.
Spells: Telekinesis
Inorganic Repair
Temperature Increase
Core Spreading - Injects a piece of his golem core into an object, qualifying the object as himself for the purposes of other spells. Lasts for up to 2 spells.
Equipment: Pocket watch
Metal flask: mineral oil
Other: Spells only affect those under at most indirect physical contact.

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[Closed] Lost RPG

"Right... There just seems to be a spell for anything, isn't there."

Henri watches as Ember looks like she's straight up reversing time with her spells. She looks like she's having fun. The rate at which she just converts some nearby foreign ingredients to tracelessly mix with his garments is particularly interesting.

As she finishes and urges him to give it a go, he immediately whips his left arm forward, the speed of which reaching a point where it causes a loud 'pop' sound. He reins his arm back to his side as he twists and moves the fingers of his right hand. It's all good, as expected, yet his mood is beginning to sour a little. His head turned only halfway towards Ember, his eyes pointed slightly left of the campfire.

"While I do feel grateful for this seamless repair that you've applied... Do not get it twisted. You're only repairing something that you damaged in the first place."

The corners of his eyes glowed a dim teal, and suddenly his eyes move independent of his face, giving Ember a side-eye. Still no eyelids, however. He brushed the left side of his hair, shortened as it were, and planted his left elbow on the armrest to lean his head on. An eye peeks between his fingers, expressionless.

"Even if in jest, I was imagining more on the lines of assistance or protection, granted maybe you're the least of all people who'll ever need it, but these stipulations feel like... It'll come down to something I'll inevitably object to.

Provocation as it were, it was still provocation by mere words. You reacted to them with action. Don't think you can strong-arm me into an unfair contract, into repaying you for fixing what you broke." A hint of spite in his voice.

He turns his chair to face Ember, and sits up properly. His voice reverts to something calmer. "If you're still truly pressed about when I barged into your room, possibly interrupted your work, you may call on me to assist you with whatever. Honestly, even if you're not, just, you know. I do find you attractive and intriguing, and I want to be a friend. That's that."

He then points to his shoulder, with his right hand. "For this however, I think we're even. No, in fact, we're less than even, but I think I'll just solve the problem of these damaged enchantments on my own." He then bows. "If you'll excuse me, Ms. Ember."

He then slowly rides away.

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Henri... The black-haired man on a wheelchair hears talks around Nanashi and the other passengers about looking for utensils, and ventures back into the shore. Something he most especially can help with, with his ability to sense nearby metals. As he rides across the sands, random metal objects get uprooted from the sand, and he leaves it for the other passengers to find later on.

Occasionally he pauses. Bouts of pain from his inner metamorphosis still linger.