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Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

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Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

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Selma

The Mundane

Name: Selma Rosmarie

Age: 17.

Sanctum City: Valentia, Venus

Description: Selma stands out without really trying. As one of the most statuesque young women you could ever meet, her tall and robust frame likens her more to a tree walking around than a teenage girl, but her goofball demeanor quickly undercuts any potential intimidation that stature may induce. Her speech patterns are more "coarse" than "rough", and a genuine frown is hard to find on her gentle features. More often it's simply the terse, grunted scowl of hard work than true displeasure. Her straight shoulder-length hair and eyes are both the color of the pines of her ancestral home, and her casual attire consists of a seemingly endless supply of loose work shirts in dark colors and long jeans. Her most prized accessories are the small, unassuming black ribbon perched in the back of her hair, and the silver pendant upon her neck.

Rosmarie

Personality: Selma Rosmarie is first and foremost a throwback. A traditionalist raised by traditionalists, her pointedly rustic upbringing produced a girl all but convinced she'd be most at home in the thick forests and surrounded by nature rather your usual cityscapes. The family business of contributing to Valentia's agriculture is, unfortunately, as close as the towering young woman could hope to get. Her appreciation for a hard day's work, an honest character, and deep respect for innocent life permeate her to the core, plainly expressing themselves in (almost) faultless integrity, unassuming candor, and drive to protect people from any foes, be they from without or from within. While not well-read, and at times admittedly simple, she also carries with her a folksy wisdom that can only be cultivated by long days tilling what little fields mankind has left, alone with one's mind and the greenery. While technological integration is impossible to escape, she's definitely below par when it comes to utilizing it.

Her honesty is the source of her unshakable self-assurance, completely willing to speak her mind and open about all that she is. Hers is the uncomplicated pride of refusing to lie to herself, or anyone else. She likes what she likes, talks as she talks, and thinks what she thinks. You have to be strong and resilient, sure, but you also have to be true to your heart. Simple pleasures like dancing to a pleasant tune, making a friend laugh, and the rush of fighting for the good of the world are food for the soul. They deserve to be shared with any who'll have them.

Background: Selma was born at the outskirts of Valentia, to a humble family of farmers that emigrated during the First Void from the heavily wooded mountains of the Black Forest. Devastated by the loss of their ancestral home, the Rosmarie clan clung covetously, perhaps even desperately to every tradition they had— while they could no longer exactly be people of the countryside, they could remember it as dearly as possible. They dove into the role of agriculture as a means of both living off the land humanity had left, and recapturing what they could of their lives deep within the woodlands of what was once southern Germany. They did everything they feasibly could by hand, passed on old stories left behind in a single book of fairy tales, and spoke reverently of the old country, accounts from the past known by heart to each member. It was not easy to transmute a family from a forest of wood to the outskirts of one built from concrete, but they were mountain folk: hardy, rugged, and resilient enough to weather it.

In this environment, Selma was introduced very early to work on the fields, picking root vegetables come time for harvest, sorting them by hand, and resting beneath the shade of the family oak, planted and nurtured as an acorn by the first generation of Rosmaries to find safety behind the Sanctum. Her respect for these traditions is healthy and unwavering, even in the face of the confusion of her more normal peers and friends. Over the years, the family had become just about comfortably middle-class again by a combination of frugal living and a few exceptionally good harvests after a begrudging "modernization" of their equipment. This coincided with Selma's first purchase of a phone, and perhaps more importantly her discovery of magical aptitude. Within this hardworking young woman was the potential to become one of the Ars Magi.

Her family could afford to let her take this to Nova Lux Academy now. She could go out and fight for what they had lost. Their land. Their home. The ground where they were meant to live and die. They gave her their well-wishes and unconditional support. This was bigger than them all. The big girl barely hesitated.

The Magical

Armgaus Name: Verdant Moss Emerald

Gladius: A heavy, robust axe, cheekily named 'Kleinbruder'. Its weighty head is bearded, and equally suitable for chopping down trees and Voids alike, whilst its sturdy wooden handle is curved to maximize force delivery in either one or two-handed grips. Etched into the sides of the head are fullers that form a runic pattern.

Parma: Very much the same unmistakable Douglas Fir of a girl. When transformed, Selma's mistletoe eyes gain a faint, arcane luminescence, and her hair grows a truly vibrant green. As for her attire, it hearkens to an idea of almost barbarism, tanned leathers and steel replacing the usual loose work shirts.

Pine Barrens

Elementum: Earth

Elementum Abilities: Ripper of soil, breaker of stone, maiden of mountains. The first thing about Selma is that she is strong, large frame and a lifetime of labor bolstered by the very earth she strikes. As indomitable and everlasting as the Black Forest range her family hails from, the girl's force of will and connection to the earth manifest as seismic tremors, effectively the ability to create crevasses, violent upheavals, and even the odd localized earthquake on contact. Her bones are hard, her skin tough, and her spirit endless, she's about as easy to knock down as the Alps even when not transformed. A lifetime of feeling soil beneath her feet has given her a good sense for how it vibrates, allowing her to pick up on most land movements larger than those of a vole. Seems to have some form of kinship with all but the most violent beasts of the wild. That, or errant birds genuinely do mistake her for a tree.

Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

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Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

You know what, call me interested. Are the entirety of the Sanctum Cities urban, or do the fields cover some less-developed terrain such as, for example, very forested mountains?

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

hello yes i did write this while hungry how could you tell

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

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High above the LZ's airspace, it could be safely assumed that Konstantin had spotted the disturbance and associated dust plume, on account that all six of his available cannons were trained upon what appeared to be its' epicenter. Only God above knew the specifics of what they had just dug up, both in metaphor and in the literal sense, but he couldn't help it if he smelled an engagement. Animal instincts were hard to shake.

<<I can corroborate both. Triangulating artillery coordinates now. All yours, Voyager.>>

That said, he was still a professional first and foremost. Halting his circuit, he quickly darted his gaze across his HUD, indicating the somewhat-excavated Orbital's designation field as TGT. Merlon took over from there, transmitting the updated IFF structure to every synced orbital to quite plainly display upon their HUDs and Radar fields. Once established, the designation's position coupled with the readings of AGL-001 streamed all the aim assistance Isra could need, freezer burnt or not.

Once they got a proper grid set up for this place, then the classic "steel rain" idea would be far simpler. But you work with what you have.

So, that was quite a lot that just happened in the span of seconds. There was no great coincidence that the radiation patterns all but perfectly lined up with Oberth Reactors, then, when the team's first great discovery on this rock was that somebody was indeed here first. While Harding's little slip of the tongue had far from gone unnoticed, there were more pressing matters to attend to than the relationship between Siberia and Kitezh— chiefly that which had suddenly proven to have some sort of ghost in the machine.

Could you really expect a soldier to believe in a coincidence like this?

<<We're digging up Orbitals, aren't we? Maybe somebody else had the same idea.>> he ventured dryly, full attention returned to the disturbance. As the de-facto AWACS and designated guinea pig for General Resources, it naturally fell to him to provide preliminary analysis on whatever the hell just woke up.

<<Range to bogey: three-point-five clicks Northeast from LZ, vector 076. Visual obscured by dust plume at current resolution. Beginning scan cycle.>>

Guns still very much trained, he quickly set to work, running through all available detection filters.

<<...All that said, though, I'd be fine with some kind of crab. Michael could roast it and we could all stop worrying about MREs for a while.>>

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

[MISSION UPDATE]

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

So I lied.

mans straight up didn't even hear the laughter. whatever happens is gonna be totally out of left field for him, and that'll be all sorts of fun.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gerard Segremors

@VitaVitaAR

"That's real brave of you, but pretty damn foolish, y'know?"

As the woman's hand rose, alight with elements bent to her arcane will, so too did that of Gerard, clad in shaped metal. Any monkey with two specks of gray between his ears to rub together would understand that she needed to be dealt with immediately— to allow her to blast them with the wrath of storms unimpeded was tantamount to suicide. It was an afterthought to him that she had been given the chance to surrender— it came as no surprise that it wasn't taken. They were in too deep to be argued back.

Nobody in this chamber was so foolish as to not have readied themselves for force's entry into the equation. Hell, if one wanted to speak with honesty, it was already far, far behind them.

A flash appeared before him, the gleam of tempered steel, spinning towards the witch with all of his might behind it as his arm whipped down and forward. His knife, large and sturdy as it may have been, was not particularly balanced for throwing. He himself was not a particular specialist in the dangerous art of throwing knives at people. The distance between them was enough that she felt quite safe in gloating as she began to cast. Chances were that she would be able to stay out of the way without incident, with all these factors working in tandem.

Within his next breath, Gerard burst forth with longsword in hand, a loosed arrow within the knife's wake. He knew little of the nature of magic in even a general sense, let alone its many schools. He knew nothing of whether or not this woman required arcane incantations, specific motions, or certain materials to ply her trade. He was a total stranger to the realm of wizardry.

He was no stranger to warfare.

The fact of the matter was that it didn't need to be accurate, it didn't need to be a direct threat. It simply needed to be distracting. Something to snap her attention off the knights that would secure the little girl, towards a more immediate problem. In that moment, her mind would not be set upon blasting away the Captain. Her reflexes would take over in some respect to the whirling, gleaming blur headed her way from just out of focus— and that would be his opening.

The sound of leather boots upon old stone were a staccato thunder as he surged forth, ravenously devouring distance between the silver-haired woman and he. The mage hadn't gloated without good reason— fast as even he was, there was ample space between them for her to see him coming and adjust her aim to him, should he have not rattled her concentration so thoroughly as to cause the spell to fizzle in her hand. To put things plainly, he was staring down the point of a spear and charging it. A tall order for anyone whose only method of attack from afar was already spent.

That doesn't matter, though.

Even if I earn a bolt for my trouble, that's the point to begin with.

Every second I can make this woman focus on me is another my fellows can use to focus on him.

So long as they have the opening they need...

I'm not afraid of what I must do.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

my intent’s to let Caas get a post in before I proceed with operation rushdown