GreenGoat

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

Yes. Still writing up a post btw.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Hazel Baker

Having returned before it was quite dark, she had decided to visit the library in search of information. Mainly, information on how to protect herself better, something that was needed considering what had happened in two of the fights she was in. In both, she had been injured due to the lack of protection. While her projections could protect her, it proved an ineffective defense should she be unaware of the attack, or unable to defend against one for some reason.

And thus the library.

While she was familiar with the concept of armour, she was unfamiliar with any types of armour, thus the necessity of hunting for any book with that information. There were several, but most of them were comprehensive treatise on armour, revealing things that wasn't really of use to her. While they were interesting, they revealed nothing about where to find one of those; she certainly wasn't about to get anything from the request form. Stuck in a rut, she asked the bored librarian instead, who pointed her to one of the empty computers there. After teaching her the basics of using a computer, he walked slowly back to his post, focusing his attention once more to the game console he was holding.

The computer was straightforward enough, as well as searching for a website that sold and delivered these sort of equipment, but choosing one was harder. The variety of items on sale was confusing her through the sheer volume of it all, some of which looked identical to her eyes. The librarian was dead asleep by this time, so she delved into a forum, asking for recommendation. Almost immediately she was answered by someone, who asked how much she was willing to spend. After replying she had just 500 bucks to spend, he went silent for quite some time. Enough to make her think he was unwilling to deal with that much money.

However, that was not the case. He returned soon after, proudly bearing a list of items that was on sale that day. Expounding the merits of the items in questions, and their reliability in their delivery, Hazel bought the items, and returned to her room very pleased with herself.

About a few hours later, she wondered if she should have told the guy what she was going to use it for.

Collusion

I see. ^^;

How about I specify it has to be dead flesh from any corpse as well as add in that complex material uses more magic?

Collusion

Kept you waiting huh? Did my best. Tell me if there's anything wrong. ^^;

Helja Petrova

Helja Petrova

19 | 167cm | 57kg

Ethnicity

Russian

Nationality

Russia

Birthplace

Russia, Kaliningrad

Former Occupation

Unemployed.

Appearance

Being only slightly taller than average, Helja wasn't a face one could readily pick out from a crowd before the execution. She was attractive, but not in the 'drop dead gorgeous' way. Taller than average, but not terribly so. Fit, but not toned. Most who met her would simply describe her as average, alright, or any other variations to the same effect. Perhaps the only thing outstanding from her appearance alone would be her expensive well made clothing.

After her execution and subsequent resurrection however, she started preferring hoodies and baggy jeans, partly because her ability leaves visible seams where the limbs connect. Those close to her would notice a strong smell of deodorant, perfume or anything else she might put on to cover the smell of rot that seemed to emanate from her at all times.

Personality

A usually cheerful girl, albeit prideful and unobservant of other people's feelings. While she was polite and minded her manners most of the time, Helja could not read — nor did she care to — the emotion of others. Her and only her was important. The only other person she really cared about was her father, the one who had taken care of her for all her life. While she was headstrong and stubborn at times, she did not care for conflict, and would rather just smile pityingly upon the fools who didn't know better. Due to her lifestyle, she has an eye for the beautiful, and a taste for the finer things in life.

She believed with all her heart, that her father is innocent.

Hobbies / Interests

One of her greatest vices are the pile of books she keep. Of her most favourite was books on myths, the occult, and the likes. Reading stories about heroes and romance was alright, but reading about fantastical things like the gryphon, minotaur, and naga was very entertaining for her. However, nothing trumps going on a trip somewhere with her father, for he returned rarely, and even rarely still will he stay for very long with her. Long camping trips together was like a dream for her.

Skills / Talents

Having lived as lavishly as she had her whole life, she has but a paltry amount of skills or talents. Helja could drive a car in manual pretty well, as well as ride a horse relatively well. She could also remember a picture down to the last details, which, as a result, gives her drawing skills a slight boost, though she was only above average at art in general. Other than that, she has nothing really outstanding unless one counted her great health and fitness due to her own vanity.

Motivation/Crime Committed

Helja believed with all her heart that her father was wrongfully accused. The Consortium was supposed to be the good guys, but after that incident, she came to the conclusion that they were corrupt as can be. What sort of organization claims to be good with such injustice done upon her? Why would they smear such slander upon her and her father, besmirching their good name and dragging it through the dust for good measure?

What sort of world would stand by and allow this?

Injustice ruled the world, and none of the people living in it saw it as anything but normal. Mindless flocks of sheep, as she once was, that ate anything the corrupt world offered gladly, turning a blind eye towards the rot that festers in it. The world was rotten, and the Consortium was only the symptom. She had done no crime save for standing up to oppression and was crucified for it. Now Helja had returned, and the world shall be purged of its rot, that it may start anew.

History

For most of her life, she had lived with her father, a figure that was hardly ever there, but loved nonetheless. They were rich, richer than any of her friends, though she knew not what her father's job was. Every time Helja tried asking, Lovik would just laugh and dismiss her question. While she had persisted in asking for a long time, she gave up in asking after seeing her father was tight lipped about the whole matter.

Helja grew up with any and all her desires granted, even ones that was but a fleeting interest. She could ask for a horse one day, and send it away by the next. Nevertheless, she had a sense of pride in herself, and her family name; her father was quite the model citizen in her eyes, thus she carried herself in such a way as to not sully her father's good name. Insulting her father was a sure way to drive her mad.

One day, in their large mansion by a lake, several men surrounded her and her father on the way to the docks. It was the fastest she had ever seen her father move, attacking and downing three of the men with just his fishing rod before he was knocked out himself. She moved to run to his side, only to have her vision go black instead. Waking up, she found herself tied in her living room, with her father similarly restricted by her side. It was then that the men hurled such insults and accusation at her father that her blood boiled from the rage. Who were they to accuse them of such things? Who were they to capture her and her father in such a way? Who were they to presume authority over her?

"The Consortium. Don't play dumb. You know perfectly well why we're here. You and your father won't be able to trick your way out of this one."

Affronted that they would even assume she was guilty of something she wasn't, Helja moved to stand up, to shout in their faces of her innocent, to pound that information into their thick stubborn skulls.

But that moment never came.

She stared blankly at her own severed limbs flying suddenly through the air, wondering why she was falling down instead of standing up. There was no pain, only shock, and a feeling of lethargy. Her last few moments was spent seeing her father tearing apart his bonds and wondering if the fish was going to be scared of the screaming that followed.

Relationships

Family

Father - Lovik 'Loptr' Petrova
Her father, the one who raised Helja, and taught her everything she knew. The only person she had known and loved for most of her life. Unknown to her, he was a notorious swindler, charlatan, and fraud. With his quick wit, he had managed to get out of many tight situations, and gather up a fortune unknown to most, including her. An exemplary man, easy to befriend, polite, firm and someone that gained trust easily. At least, to one who did not know of his exploits.

Significant Others

None.

Magic

Dead Shape
Shapes any dead flesh from any corpse, including herself, into any sort of object she could conceptualize in her mind. Materials shaped can have different properties after being shaped, from being harder, stronger, or even stretchier should she will it. This does of course, means she can attach dead matter onto herself. Magic is only used during shaping, with more being used the more complex the shape is. After attaching and/or shaping flesh, the part involved will stay that way without any more magic needed to maintain it.

Dead Mind
Reanimates a body back to being alive — in a sense of the word — as well as the ability to use a lesser version of her first ability. Any reanimated body would be as feral as animals, attacking anyone except her, unless she takes direct control of them. Trying to control too much would just result in the connecting minds backblasting onto her, making her lose control of herself unless she disconnects from their minds. Magic is only used during the reanimating process, in which she plunges her hand into their head to touch their brain. Connecting to a dead mind to control it also uses magic as long as she is controlling them.

Other

Nothing of note.

Fate/Empty Providence

@Moonlit Sonata Nice trick daddio

p-please no deep ones ;w;

The Crucible - Winner Take All

"Tch."

An old world gun? Here? The gangs that had access to gunpowder and guns — rare as they were — were formidable, but those who had access to old world guns usually ruled. Ruled until either the ammunition ran out, or until they get cocky and try to go up against demons. She had never actually fought any groups wielding one, considering how rare even the new guns were, but she was familiar with what they were and what they were capable of. For that thing to be carrying one was certainly surprising, but nothing she can't handle. But with her next opponent on the other side, the situation didn't seem to be stacked to her favor.

Quick as lightning, she exerted enormous pressure on the floor beneath her with her foot. With a large explosion, dust and fast moving debris again filled the air around her. The gunner was the more obvious target, thus the first one she dashed towards, keeping her body low to avoid any blind shots in the cloud of dust. However, after a sliding kick aimed to unbalance the gunner anon, she simply continued to use her prodigious agility to run into the large library filled with rows upon rows of shelves filled with books.

As her mother used to say, running was not simply used to get close to the enemy.

Fighting two skilled opponents at the same time was not her idea of a good time. The small gun was a problem precisely because its small. Had it been a much larger gun, the shells would be much more easier for her to deal with. Combine that with what seemed like a skilled close ranged fighter, and it was something she could not see herself walking out unscathed.

A fight with her life on the line, and maybe something worse if she did die. That machine, the one wish granting machine that ate souls in exchange, there will be no one to stop it. As it was now, she was quite torn between wanting to destroy it, and using it to find the other God Hand, even at the cost of the other participants' souls. While the rest was inhuman and not something she cared about, the rest of the contestants were. Having their souls eaten by a demonic machine wasn't something she could just stand by and watch.

Juniper had sought safety in the large library, where in her mind there would be several of possible outcomes. Most probable was the gunner and fighter would turn against each other and fight until only one of them was left, upon which she could swoop in and defeat them. The second outcome would be that they join together and either separate to cover more ground, leaving her able to take them down one by one, or group up closely, that she may have a chance to take them both down simultaneously. The worst, would be that both of them have a way of somehow exploding things, and explode the entire room with her in it.

Fate/Empty Providence

Alice de Arcobaleno
Alice's house, Eastern field

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@Asuras

Alice listened intently as Rider offered a counter argument of making bounded fields further away from the house. A bounded field that could not be detected was a mark of a good magus, something she obviously can do, but she was loathe to start working in the dirt outside. An outer layer of defenses however, did interest her — one can never be too cautious after all — and considering Rider's odd skill, perhaps there was something to what Rider was proposing. He was an interesting servant to be sure, but she had no idea of a hero that could summon up wraiths at will, or any heroes that might fit the description.

"Perhaps there is some merit to your suggestion after all. Very well, I will consider it." She sighed, and sat down on a chair. "I must admit, I am familiar with what wraiths are, but I've hardly any knowledge beyond that of their workings."

After all, she had had no interest in them in the first place, and neither did she had any real reason to go out of her way to learn about them in great detail. Alice was the current heir of her family's secrets, and she had a lot to do to regain some of her family's lost honor. A way to further their art beyond what they currently had.

"By your leave, we may head for the Overseer, if that is still your wish."

"OHOHOHO~!" Alice laughed suddenly, putting her hand to her mouth. "Whatever are you on about, Rider? Surely you do not expect me to expose myself in such a way?"

Rummaging about in one of the boxes, she produced a black haired doll about the same height as the blue knight puppet, with elaborate clothing, but with barely anything else in terms of armaments. It was a well made doll, perhaps overly so for a simple familiar. However, art was art, and she could not skimp on anything just because of that poor excuse. Her pride in her family tradition and method was readily apparent in each and every one of her dolls.

"This will go in my place. A familiar, so that I may visit and not expose myself to danger. If you wish, Rider, you can escort my familiar to the church. I do not expect any magus worth their salt to try attacking on the first night, not without their workshop and sanctum set up." She closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair. "No sane magus would act without a complete plan first after all."

Slipping on one of the copper rings, she took direct control of the doll. Frowning, Alice fussed over small details of the doll's dress, before finally making the doll move towards the church.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Its a quiet day yeah. Ive been busy. Should be a post after I wake up.

Fate/Empty Providence

Whole day of work. Should be able to post when I wake up.

Collusion

Hmm Im actually having trouble hashing out my character.