GreenGoat

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Sweet. I already have an idea on what to do.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

When in the depths of utter despair, when your ambitions crumbles around you, when deepest anger rises up and you're no longer concerned with what happened, when your whole being is focused into one singular emotion.

At least, that's how I had imagined it working. ^^;

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Oh right, I'm supposed to take control of the two and write the three round thing. ^^;

Fate/Empty Providence

Alice de Arcobaleno
The Church - Exterior

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@Asuras@Moonlit Sonata

Oh? Was the overseer disappointed? There was a slight smile of amusement on Alice's face back in her house; she had thought the Overseer would be some stuffy old priest. But priest or not, he was still the one overseeing this ritual, the neutral faction that will take in any and all that wished for their protection, specifically those magus that cannot fight any longer, or those that wished to forfeit.

Even observing from far away, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the Overseer. Perhaps she could invite him to some tea some day.

"Good evening." The doll bowed. "Apologies for not making a personal appearance, but I'm sure you understand our position."

With that Alice waited for her Servant's question to be answered. There seemed to be only one other familiar at the moment visiting the Overseer. Perhaps they felt the need to visit after a more convenient time? As for that Overseer, that Servant; he was much more than he seemed, even though his parameters seemed oddly low, with the exception of his Luck. Which land's hero was he?

With a nod to Ruler's last comment, the doll answered. "It shames me to admit it, but I've hardly any knowledge of this Grail War ritual, save that one must summon a Servant, and fight six other participants to win possession of a Holy Grail. A Holy Grail that can grant anyone one wish. But, I have barely any knowledge of the specifics of the war. For starters, what are the rules of this war? Oh, Rider, you're free to partake of the food inside if you wish."

That much was true. Alice had rushed to Japan as soon as she could finish preparing her items when she caught wind of the ritual, and read only a few of the texts about it. There were other reasons for her to ask questions as well, reasons that might or might not involve waiting for the other Masters to show up, particularly those who might not be prudent or skilled enough to send a familiar in their place. Perhaps she might even try to gauge one particularly unlucky Master's strength.

For now, however, Rider seemed to be the sole Servant here.

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much much better than the first port, in terms of stability and porting quality. They polished up the gameplay as well, gave a new spin on every single one of the weapons and added two more types. The game going onto a large relatively open world sort of thing was a good move imo. It made the world more alive, and feel more populated. There are secrets here and there that you can only find while exploring.

Storywise, its alright. Its nothing to write about, but its not something you can say was bad either.

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Im into toukiden 2 recently. Its pretty fun. So far the only real monster hunting game on PC afaik. God Eater doesn't count, because its less hunting, and more arena fighting.

I wish sometimes the Monster Hunter series was on PC. Theres one, but its only in China.

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If its horror or anything, I'm not too interested in those. They bore me. Especially those with jumpscares. Those are either annoying or just plain boring.

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We could set up a discord server as well, so we can chat better.

Speaking of which, how will the IC start?

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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.

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

It seemed there were more and more people coming into the room, more than she remembered being here last night. Perhaps she did not notice them, or perhaps they were called in there by those who were present at the gashadokuro incident last night. There was one that fitted that description, studying her intensely as he moved around her.

"Huh? What is it?" Yagra looked back questioningly, before taking another swig from her sake gourd. "S'there something on my face or something?"

"Hey! Sorry if I'm being rather indelicate, but... You're also not human, right?"

Oh, so that was it. Simple curiosity. He seemed to be a friend of the nukekubi, and seemed to come from far away as well. Youkai wasn't easy to identify nowadays when most of them were hiding their identity after all; for one who haven't seen an oni before, seeing her must be like a mountain man seeing the sea for the first time.

"First time seeing an oni?" She laughed, before offering him her sake gourd. "I don't blame ya. We've all been hiding from the humans after all. Can't tell if anyone's a youkai most of the time."

She must say, this was turning out out to be very entertaining; already there was work to be done, and money to be earned. It was unfortunate that people got lost in the mirror world, but she had absolutely zero doubt that they would be rescued in time. You lose when you start despairing before you have done everything you can after all.

"... The oni, the... tengu, and the wolf, then. Now let me go through the portal."

There it was. As Yagra had expected, her, the black haired tengu and the okami from last night was chosen first. A inevitable outcome, considering how important this seemed to the lightning girl. All of the youkai the girl had chosen were known to be strong, an obvious choice when trying to make sure nothing will go wrong. Yagra was not about to complain however, for work was work. Plus, she get to save someone in the process, a win win for everyone.

"Can we go now, or what?"

"Calm down," Yagra stood up and put a hand to the girl's shoulders. "Rushing in blindly would just inconvenience everyone, including whoever it is you're trying to rescue. Don't worry, we'll rescue them."

She moved to enter the portal first, resting her kanabo on her shoulder. Yagra gave a friendly slap to the okami's back, and a nod towards the tengu.

"Oh and call me Yagra."

With that she went over to the mirror world, seemingly nonchalant in the face of unknown danger.