Hero

Saisei: The Crimson Dawn

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Kiku watched as Ria went off on him, his smile plastered on his face as he watched her delve into...something. He should have been used to it by now, but sometimes when she caught him off guard, he wasn't entirely sure how to respond. His default response was usually to laugh, but his face felt almost frozen as the gears in his head slowly turned. Maybe she was mad at him. Oh man, did she catch him looking at their future sensei? Probably, he wasn't exactly subtle about it. But there was nothing wrong with looking, right? Ria disagreed.

Finally, their sensei graced them with her first few words, Kiku supressing a chuckle, though he deflated slightly as she decided to walk off. Well, if she wanted them to go in fifteen minutes, they could have walked together. But maybe it was a blessing in disguise, and he cleared his throat as he looked over at their third.

"Ah...Senju, right? Nice to meet you--" He paused as Ria exploded, and he quickly closed his mouth. Welp, good to know he wasn't the only one not entirely thrilled with their sensei. "Oi, Ria! Riiiaaa! Wait up!" He called, tapping Enma's shoulder as he broke into a jog to keep up with the Uchiha.

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Black Iris Society

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Jolting awake, Lucrezia let out a loud curse as she fell off her seat, hitting the ground with a thud. The back of her head ached as she slowly sat up, stiff limbs protesting as she forced herself to stand. Taking a glance at the clock, she let out a frustrated groan as she made her way to the bathroom on wobbly legs. Of course she clocked out and lost the entire day. The last thing she remembered was confirming her plans with Marion and setting an alarm to remind herself so she wouldn't go forgetting. And then she promptly passed out on her desk while polishing a knife, evidenced by the slickness on her arm.

She grumbled as she peeled off her clothes, throwing them in her hamper carelessly as she focused on scrubbing herself clean. At least the water managed to wake her up a little, but the drowsiness still lingered as she stepped out. Forcing herself to go through the motions, eventually she emerged, ready to get dressed. With about ten minutes to spare as her alarm pleasantly reminded her. Fortunately all she had to do was put the dress on, at least--something simple with some flair from the cape. A little extra? Yeah, but that was how most witches she had met were.

Her makeup was probably a little too simple, but she figured red lipstick was dramatic enough to distract from everything else. Getting dolled up was annoying, but a necessary evil tonight. Slicking her red hair back, she stuffed her feet into a pair of heels as she hurried out of her room, doubling back to grab the clutch she had planned to carry. Dress, check. Heels, check. Jewelry, check. Hidden weapons, check. Hopefully she hadn't forgotten anything, standing outside of Marion's room as she tried not to rub her eyes.

"Hey, I'm ready," She called as she knocked on the door.

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@Infernal Flame

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

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@Obscene Symphony @Amalyra

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Tillman remained as grumpy as he was before, raising an unamused eyebrow at J'torha as he spoke. "How is that my problem?" He huffed out, clearly unhappy with the terms presented to him. "First you humiliate me in front of my crowd, then you cause issues with me and my man, now you have the balls to ask for all that and more? Either your brain was sizzled by the sun or Ifrit himself has you under his thrall while you spit out that lunacy!"

After venting, he let out another huff of annoyance. "Listen, people give us their shite, we sell and make profit. Whatever happens before that isn't my business--if you got a bone to pick, you'd have to take it up with that Otkar, not me!" He replied, quite adamant in his words.

Outside, Lyveva grinned, entertained that she managed to surprise A'lythana. "Oh? You think there's gonna be a fight?!" Despite the alarm in her voice, she put up both her fists, undeterred by the idea of a fight. "Then it's good that we're here to back him up! Just say the word and we'll go barging in!"

She giggled to herself, bouncing in place. "It's been a while since I've gotten into a good fight! Ul'dah's coliseum is fun, but there's usually a lull in-between tournaments," She laughed.

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@EvictedElement

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The chocobo was endlessly entertained by X'gihl, watching him with an insatiable curiosity. It was hard to tell if it was actually listening or if it was distracted by the Mi'qote and his scratches, but it chirped happily in his direction. It seemed wholly satisfied, content to stay put as the wrangler managed to get the other chocobo in place. He was massively relieved, although he could have sworn the other chocobo was mocking him.

"Many thanks, friend," He thanked him properly. "Do you have experience with chocobos? They seem to like you."

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@Valor

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Nikulas' yell could probably be heard from the next ward, the terror and exhilaration from the jump entertaining him to no end. Once he touched the ground, he looked up at the Viera with wide eyes. "Ah...thank you," He bowed, grateful. He looked from the Viera to Suki, bowing his head in shame as he caught the look on her face. "Please, don't be mad. We just wanted to get our home back. And I couldn't just let Suki'a and Eji go without me."

Inhaling slowly, Suki seemed to calm down a little. "I said I would handle it. I really need you guys to trust me on these things," She sighed, exasperated. "Now, where is Eji? Not on any roof, I hope."

"Eji's too much of a baby to do that," Suki'a muttered, wincing slightly as Suki leveled a look at him.

"I'm not sure where he is. I think he hid somewhere," Nikulas frowned.

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Of Blood and Magic

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"So glad we're finally on the same page!" Eris didn't bother hiding his frustration at this point, hand to his forehead in exasperation. Why in the world they had to play the little game of misunderstandings and miscommunication was beyond him, but at least the guard finally decided to take his words seriously and finally do his fucking job. If the poor girl was alive, she certainly would have suffered and they would have ended up in the same place. A pitiful thought, but for fuck's sake if this was how the guards reacted to being told a body was found on campus, no wonder the murderer was so brazen about it!

Alderman's repeated story lined up with what he had been told, but Eris had to admit he had a small touch of suspicion on why he had been around the back of the ballroom, especially with Drunken McGee over there having stumbled upon him earlier. He'd get a proper answer later, but he supposed that he was still simmering about the guard's sudden turn. How the hell was he supposed to take him seriously when he had already proved how utterly incompetent he was?

For the moment, he decided to play along with the guard's investigation. "My mage came to get me, and I instructed the pair to steer any attention away from the body while I went to get your...help," He stopped himself from insulting the guard, if only to avoid any further complications. "The savage bites and blood-splatter show that it was a vampire's doing," Sure, it was obvious, but considering the guard's incompetence, he played it safe by stating the obvious and pointing to the dead mage's body.

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Finally getting somewhere with @Scribe of Thoth and @Trainerblue192's love affair.

Black Iris Society

Natasha

_{Finally taking flight, I know you don't think it's right | I know that you think it's fake--Maybe fake's what I like}

Name

Natalia Konstantin

Nickames

Usually goes by Natasha

Age

23

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Species

Half-Blood Vampire

Appearance Details

Standing at an average height of 5"5', Natasha is a lovely girl with fair skin and long, black hair. Her big, reddish brown eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a rather innocent look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions obvious and somewhat expressive. She tries to come off as composed, her mannerisms a little on the panicky side when in discomfort or caught off guard. Her clothing leans towards elegant, pampered with the finest as gifted by her prince. She prefers clothing that flows with her, though with rather simple colors that don't draw much attention.

Personality

Natasha is a wallflower in nearly every sense of the word; unassuming and quiet, she tends to have her head down and keep to herself. She is soft-spoken and mostly gentle with both her words and mannerisms, treating everyone and everything delicately. It takes time to get her to be completely comfortable, though once she opens up, it's obvious that she's very much a sheltered child; naive about most things and having an insatiable curiosity. Her interests are a surefire way to get her attention, often getting passionate in her speaking and very much resembling her old, previously optimistic self. While kind, she tends to keep people at arm's length, choosing to listen patiently to people's problems but never opening up about her own. She's at her best with as few people as better, and feels like she can only be herself when no one is around.

The girl can hold a conversation okay enough, although after some time she'll grow uncomfortable and try to find a way out. She doesn't handle arguments or confrontation well, often shrinking back and away from most people when tension arises. Getting approached by people she doesn't know tends to make her nervous, her shyness crippling her social skills. Despite her wariness, if she is assured she'll believe nearly anything easily, often doubting herself first before doubting others. She usually jumps to the worst conclusion until proven otherwise, often drowning herself in a sea of negative possibilities.

When it comes to her 'prince charming', it's almost like she's a high school girl with a crush. Her poorly placed reverence of Prince Mikhail would be comical if it wasn't taken so seriously. She owes him her life, after all, saving her from the clutches of death and giving her a second chance that she has decided to dedicate entirely to him (for better or for worse).

Skills

None yet, unless you count cleaning and washing. She's still working on her vampiric abilities.

Weaknesses

Thirst - Her new thirst ranges from annoying to unbearable. Saying she misses food is an understatement.
The Sun - Her sensitivity is a major inconvenience, to say the least. She usually has to ask permission to get the sun resistant charm.
Blind Trust - In regards to Mikhail. She won't hear a word opposing him, firmly believing everything he says over anyone else's word.

History

Her previous life wasn't particularly tragic, nor was it remarkable. She had a small family, few friends, academic struggles, and numerous opportunities that she had cast aside. At her first taste of independence, she lived recklessly with little regard to the damage she was doing to herself and her loved ones. Eventually they cut her off, hoping she would come to her senses, but instead she moved on to mingle with enablers and other people who would let her do as she pleased. Her addiction took everything she had, or rather she threw away everything and did what she had to to get her next fix.

It came to a logical conclusion as she sat in some alley, dying of an overdose. There was little point in continuing on, convinced that it was too late to salvage whatever was left of her life. To her surprise, however, she suddenly woke up somewhere else. It could have been heaven from the way the place was decorated, but it wasn't the afterlife. Any questions she could have had on where she was or how she had gotten there was answered when what she could only describe as an angel came to her. Why, her knight in shining armor was Prince Mikhail Rochdale! Not only had he gone out of his way to save her life, but he had seen to it that she was given the best care, had her cleaned up and brought to his place, and he was actually looking after her! Clearly, she had been blessed, and seeing as how he was the one that had given her a second chance at life, she decided to dedicate said life entirely to him.

Misc.

LightSalmon | FFA07A
Was christened with a new name to signal the new life Mikhail has given her.

Of Blood and Magic

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Too bad it was considered poor manners to strangle someone, otherwise Eris was pretty sure he would have already done so. Unfortunately, he didn't know what ticked him off more, the audacity of the royal guard or the fact that his mage was sucking face with Plant Boy instead of deterring people from getting close. The groan in his throat died prematurely, morphing into some odd kind of low chuckle-scoff as he buried his head in his hands. Why? Why was he surrounded by idiots?! All they had to do was make sure no one looked their way, preferably without causing harm to one another but if something happened he wouldn't have been surprised, but apparently Alderman was either horny or lonely or something. There were better people to makeout with, and Plant Boy wasn't even close on Eris' acceptable list.

His head snapped up as the guard addressed him, and it took yet another bout of self control not to lash out at him. Alderman's response drew Eris' attention back to him, leveling a look on him and Mr. Suave over there. Great Anastasia, how could anyone even think of kissing someone with such bad taste? Maybe Alderman was secretly suicidal and thought he could tie up those billowy sleeves to use as a noose. He was going to have to find a chastity belt for this kid. Or at least lay out some ground rules on acceptable times and places to suck face--a conversation he never thought he was going to have with someone who glared at passerby for looking at him funny!

"If I wanted to break this charming display up, I would have brought a hose," His tone was dry and low, almost a grumble. He would find out who this guard was and do everything in his power to ruin him.

It was far too late to regain composure, instead he gestured to the wall where the girl's blood was splattered. "Need you any more evidence, or would you like to see if you can find a pulse?"

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In despair over catching @Scribe of Thoth and @Trainerblue192's love affair.

#StillNotBitten [Invite Only]

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_{Location: Rushford, Ohio -- Jenkins' Diner}

Date: May 15th, 2019

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Isla nodded once more, unpacking a few perishables she had grabbed and deciding to focus on canned goods instead. She peered at a few of them, muttering something to herself once in a while. Tomato sauce, onions...there had to be better stuff than this. Potatoes were always good, right? She could already hear her dad berating her lack of knowledge on food. Maybe she should have paid better attention on the food pyramid.

She didn't think Karen had the wrong idea, but after a while, her backpack seemed to be getting a little too heavy. The last thing she wanted was for a strap to break or for the bottom to just fall out from all the weight. Maybe she could compromise? She was probably over thinking it at this point, mentally berating herself as she went back to stuffing what she could inside.

As she stood up, she picked up her bag and was relieved to find it hadn't ripped or anything. "Kinda heavy, but...should be okay?" If she dropped it, she was pretty sure it would break and everything would spill, but oh well. "Think I can squeeze some water bottles...but uh, you know, I can handle it." Most likely, anyway.

Current Mood in One Gif

Of Blood and Magic

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If it wasn't for the fact that his legs were still wobbly, Eris might have actually slapped the guard. Did he have any idea who he was talking to? Royal guard or not, there was a murder, not a drunk! For a mortal he was taking all of this rather calmly, and had absolutely no sense of urgency whatsoever. Eris would've been furious, but he had to admit that getting his bearings together took up much of his focus. Maybe he had given himself too much credit, it had been some time since he shifted and it clearly required some fine tuning. He'd have to fix that during his time here.

Finally straightening himself out, he ignored the sensation in his chest as he managed to level a glare onto the guard. Biting back the urge to yell, he opted for something of a calmer response. "I didn't say drunk. If it was a drunken student, no one would even look in their direction considering this is the first taste of pseudo-freedom in their lives and it's inevitable that they're indulging themselves. I wouldn't have come in such a rush to report an inevitability to a royal guard," His voice was low but much steadier now, no longer leaning on the wall completely. "In case you didn't hear me clearly, there has been a murder."

It was hard not to be annoyed, but he didn't appreciate not being taken seriously. Pushing himself off the wall entirely, he started walking in the direction of the ballroom. "Assuming my mage and Plant Boy have managed to keep the coast clear, we better hurry before more people notice," He insisted, quietly hoping Alderman hadn't strangled the kid or made things worse.

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Not too happy with the AUDACITY of this guard @Achronum.

Black Iris Society

Lucrezia Theron

_{You tell me to hold on, oh you tell me to hold on | But innocence is gone--And what was right is wrong}

Name

Lucrezia Theron

Nickames

Dislikes them but accepts 'Lu' as anything beyond that is just excessive.

Age

27

Gender

Female

Sexuality

If you're into killing supernaturals she might give you a chance.

Relationship Status

Married to the job.

Species

Human

Appearance Details

Standing at around five feet and nine inches, Lucrezia is an imposing woman whose anger and irritation is constantly on display. Her sullen, mismatched eyes are either glaring at someone or judging them harshly. Her fair skin has an array of battle-worn marks and nicks here and there, the most noticeable battle scar being the one running through her left eyebrow and eye. She has a lean figure that's constantly pushed to its best form, or it would be if she actually knew how to properly rest. Her clothes consist of whatever is easiest to move in with little exception.

Personality Traits

If there was only one word to describe Lucrezia, it would be angry. The anger often manifests in a dry, snarky tone whenever she speaks, feeling a constant annoyance in nearly every interaction she feels she has to participate in. Her words are often blunt, unwilling to let something as dumb as politeness get in the way of her expressing her opinion. Even when it comes to the hunt, her anger only lowers to a quiet simmer at best as she focuses on the task at hand. Where there was once a genuine passion for life there is only indifference. In her quietest moments, she's simply tired and weary.

Skills

A Degree in Supernatural Hunting - Her family has hunted them down for generations, and despite her father's wishes, Lucrezia is no exception. Tracking, trapping, and killing the monsters is something she takes great pleasure in.
Physical Prowess - Or at least, more physically capable than an average human. Considering there was a point where she wasn't and it cost her an eye, it's necessary. One of the rare jokes she makes is that she endures more out of pure spite.
Weapons Specialist - If she can swing it chances are she knows how to swing it properly.

Weaknesses

Haphephobic - Her reaction at being touched without expecting it is often lashing out, preferring to stay as physically far away from everyone as possible.
Alcoholic - Her one comfort in life, or at least that's what she tells herself.
Insomniac - Sleeping for either two hours or twelve isn't an exaggeration, and takes the biggest toll on her health. Falling asleep somewhere out of the blue isn't as cute as it sounds, either, especially since she tends to wake up in a panic.

History

The Short Version

A witch decided that she wanted her father to herself--without his only child. That resulted in a vengeful, spiteful young girl addled with an unhealthy hatred of everything supernatural.

The Long Version

Life was overall peaceful for the first ten years or so of Lucrezia's life. It was her and her father, Edmund, versus the world. He had decided to raise her as a single father after her mother had died with the occasional help of his brother, Gwilym. The latter had taught her how to hunt, citing that their family had come from a long line of hunters, though as a child Lucrezia never put much thought into finding prey so much as wrestling with her uncle.

One day, she had come home to an empty house. It was odd, as her father had never failed to greet her after school. The hours had passed, but he never showed. It wasn't until late at night that he had finally come, a dazed, but happy expression on him. This would repeat over the next few weeks, but seeing him happy caused her not to question his behavior, no matter how strange. She assumed she had done something wrong to earn his behavior, only feeling something was wrong once his absences grew in time. Hours turned to days, although she finally made up her mind to speak up.

Her chance arrived, only for a confrontation to take place. Apparently he had found a new woman in his life that didn't take kindly to anyone taking up his time, even if it was his own flesh and blood. He explained it all calmly in one moment, only to attack her in the next. As soon as she began pleading with him, however, he seemed to have come to his senses, telling her to run. She escaped to her uncle's house, barely able to explain between breaths what had happened before he had apparently understood, rushing back to the place. Despite her injuries and being told to stay put, she followed him, only to find her father on the floor, knife in hand and covered in blood.

It was then and only then that Gwilym revealed the nature of hunting that the family did--they hunted the supernatural. According to him, Edmund had been bewitched, prisoner to a spell that had been cast on him by a witch. At that point the only thing Lucrezia could do was prepare herself for exacting her vengeance, shedding her previous naivete and donning on a persona of bloodlust, determined to use her life to hunt down every possible supernatural being she could get her hands on. It wasn't enough that she would get her payback with the witch alone; the more supernatural blood she could spill, the better.

Misc.

Firebrick | B22222
Named after her mother, Lucrece.
Her green eye is her natural shade, her silver eye a trophy of sorts from the witch she exacted her revenge on--and a message to any that would try to come at her.
Wears a ring on her pinky finger that helps her resist any spells that would tamper with her mind out of paranoia.

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Natasha

_{Finally taking flight, I know you don't think it's right | I know that you think it's fake--Maybe fake's what I like}

Name

Natalia Konstantin

Nickames

Usually goes by Natasha

Age

23

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Species

Half-Blood Vampire

Appearance Details

Standing at an average height of 5"5', Natasha is a lovely girl with fair skin and long, black hair. Her big, reddish brown eyes are her most noticeable feature, her heart shaped face giving her a rather innocent look. She has a fairly slim body type with few curves, a modest bust and hips, and willowy legs. She tends to move gracefully, her reactions obvious and somewhat expressive. She tries to come off as composed, her mannerisms a little on the panicky side when in discomfort or caught off guard. Her clothing leans towards elegant, pampered with the finest as gifted by her prince. She prefers clothing that flows with her, though with rather simple colors that don't draw much attention.

Personality

Natasha is a wallflower in nearly every sense of the word; unassuming and quiet, she tends to have her head down and keep to herself. She is soft-spoken and mostly gentle with both her words and mannerisms, treating everyone and everything delicately. It takes time to get her to be completely comfortable, though once she opens up, it's obvious that she's very much a sheltered child; naive about most things and having an insatiable curiosity. Her interests are a surefire way to get her attention, often getting passionate in her speaking and very much resembling her old, previously optimistic self. While kind, she tends to keep people at arm's length, choosing to listen patiently to people's problems but never opening up about her own. She's at her best with as few people as better, and feels like she can only be herself when no one is around.

The girl can hold a conversation okay enough, although after some time she'll grow uncomfortable and try to find a way out. She doesn't handle arguments or confrontation well, often shrinking back and away from most people when tension arises. Getting approached by people she doesn't know tends to make her nervous, her shyness crippling her social skills. Despite her wariness, if she is assured she'll believe nearly anything easily, often doubting herself first before doubting others. She usually jumps to the worst conclusion until proven otherwise, often drowning herself in a sea of negative possibilities.

When it comes to her 'prince charming', it's almost like she's a high school girl with a crush. Her poorly placed reverence of Prince Mikhail would be comical if it wasn't taken so seriously. She owes him her life, after all, saving her from the clutches of death and giving her a second chance that she has decided to dedicate entirely to him (for better or for worse).

Skills

None yet, unless you count cleaning and washing. She's still working on her vampiric abilities.

Weaknesses

Thirst - Her new thirst ranges from annoying to unbearable. Saying she misses food is an understatement.
The Sun - Her sensitivity is a major inconvenience, to say the least. She usually has to ask permission to get the sun resistant charm.
Blind Trust - In regards to Mikhail. She won't hear a word opposing him, firmly believing everything he says over anyone else's word.

History

Her previous life wasn't particularly tragic, nor was it remarkable. She had a small family, few friends, academic struggles, and numerous opportunities that she had cast aside. At her first taste of independence, she lived recklessly with little regard to the damage she was doing to herself and her loved ones. Eventually they cut her off, hoping she would come to her senses, but instead she moved on to mingle with enablers and other people who would let her do as she pleased. Her addiction took everything she had, or rather she threw away everything and did what she had to to get her next fix.

It came to a logical conclusion as she sat in some alley, dying of an overdose. There was little point in continuing on, convinced that it was too late to salvage whatever was left of her life. To her surprise, however, she suddenly woke up somewhere else. It could have been heaven from the way the place was decorated, but it wasn't the afterlife. Any questions she could have had on where she was or how she had gotten there was answered when what she could only describe as an angel came to her. Why, her knight in shining armor was Prince Mikhail Rochdale! Not only had he gone out of his way to save her life, but he had seen to it that she was given the best care, had her cleaned up and brought to his place, and he was actually looking after her! Clearly, she had been blessed, and seeing as how he was the one that had given her a second chance at life, she decided to dedicate said life entirely to him.

Misc.

LightSalmon | FFA07A
Was christened with a new name to signal the new life Mikhail has given her.