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Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

ERode said
Concept Connection - Allows for the generation and usage of a spell that the original Spirit does not possess, utilizing the concepts that the Spirit once embodied. Would be a single, unique spell that generally is either hard to use, or has specific conditions in order to use it. For example, perhaps a Lancelot Concept Connection would be a spell that allows you to heal/revive one person by sacrificing/inflicting injury upon a friend (stemming from the story in which Lancelot saves Arthur's waifu, but goes and kills a bunch of Gawain's bros for it).Something like that, I guess?

Sounds like a Mahozoku to me.

Black Bullet : Altered Time

No, no it's fine. Go ahead, I'm okay with it.

Black Bullet : Altered Time

Little_ninja said
Hey infinitumxx,Just a question, since Hitoshi 'adopted' Midori, did Midori go to school?Was thinking that if she did, could make a connection between my character and Midori was all.Also, I am thinking of making a second character, is that alright?

I suppose so. But I don't think I'll be able to RP Midori as well, if that's what you need.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

"Zzzz..." Roville Merthus snored. It was afternoon, and obviously that meant having an afternoon nap. For those who work during this time, too bad. Roville Merthus is above working. T'was a summary of what was going on inside his dreams of wealth and fame, and Roville grinned in reality. It seemed so real, all that money-

*bang bang bang*

"Whu- what?" Roville sat up with a start. He heard gunfire, or at least he think he did, if he was even lucid. "Guns? What in the world is happening out there?" Roville got out of bed, still in his pajamas and opened the door to his flat. He immediately slammed it shut when he saw a group of men holding rifles in the park across the street. "I think I'd better stay out of this." Roville was about to climb back into bed, but then he heard...

"Ya must think that Imma little stupid for doing this, whoever wanted could just shoota me and it all ends here. But that ain't gonna be so easy!"

Curiosity got the better of him and he peeked through a window to see what was happening now. "E...explosivessssssss!" Roville observed frantically. "Oh no oh no what should I do?! If the explosion hits my flat, I won't be able to pay for another!"

A brass scale popped out of nowhere and replied, "That's what you're concerned about? Roville, you're not a man at all."

Roville's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "What do you mean by that?" He then caught himself and shouted, "Ah, this isn't the time! I've gotta stop those jokers before my house goes down in ruin!"

With that, he ran out, pajamas and slippers and all. The very first thing that greeted him was a man in the tree just outside his second storey flat. He seemed intent on observing the brouhaha opposite the street, and looked extremely suspicious, but suspicious men in trees were the least of Roville's priority right now. Roville dismissed Libra and dashed across the street, where police had already arrived, but the situation merely seemed to tense up even more. Roville attempted to join the onlooker circle discreetly, but failing dismally due to his yellow pajamas. He decided to observe the situation since the police were already there, but if things got out of hand, he would interfere, at least to save his flat.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

Special Role #3 - Miss Pacifist Nesterov

Name:
MASANORI Hanayo (Masanori means model of justice, is a slightly masculine name, though)

Gender:
Female

Age:
17

Spirit:
Hermes

Type:
Mahozoku

Spiritual Powers:
Dimensional Transfer
Hermes is the Greek God of Boundaries. As such, Hanayo is able to invoke the power which can affect space and dimensions. She can teleport inanimate objects within her physical ability a short distance in any direction. However, she cannot teleport live objects as that would cost too much Rei. Minute organisms up to the size of a rat is possible.

Dimensional Lockdown
Hanayo is able to create a barrier of space by displacing the area around her, causing nothing to be able to pass through. She is currently limited to casting the effect on herself. The ability cannot be penetrated by any means, but lasts for only around thirty seconds of so before she must release it or risk harming herself.

Spiritual Boundary Jamming
Hanayo is able to temporarily sever the link between a Spirit and its Connector, rendering them unable to manifest their abilities for a short amount of time. People talented in the art of Rei manipulation may understand the theory behind this and be able to bypass the jamming, relinking to their Spirits.

Spiritual Boundary Limit Release
Hanayo is able to remove the boundary between the Spirit world and the Human world, granting someone a one-time ability to use Juzoku or even Tamazoku if the Connector can withstand the flux in power. If the Connector is unable to withstand the Spirit's possession, the Connector may be injured or even die. Also, Hanayo herself will consume devastating amounts of Rei, and be knocked unconscious for an amount of time.

Appearance:
Hanayo is a mere 160 cm (5' 2'') tall, giving the appearance of a little girl. She weighs 45 kg (100 pounds). She is a mixed blood of Russian and Japanese. Her hair is a wavy dark crimson which falls to her shoulders, and has straight bangs covering her eyebrows. She gives off the air of an adolescent, yet exudes the charm of an adult. Her chest is of modest size, but she does not have a complex about it. She has a slender frame with a decent curvature, and if she wore a tight fit dress, would look absolutely gorgeous (her height aside, of course). Hanayo's eyes are of a strange reddish blue hue which turns into a brilliant purple when she evokes her power. Hanayo prefers to wear elegant yet comfortable dresses. She usually tailor customs the dresses to her needs and wants and never wears anything else. She usually wears a white mob cap adorned with a singular red ribbon to match her hair. She walks around with a medium sized white parasol, which also serves as a makeshift weapon whenever she decides to get into a little melee combat.

Personality:
'You are the embodiment of justice and neutrality,'

Those were the last words of Hanayo's father, and she had held them close to her heart ever since. Hanayo is a totalitarian: she doesn't allow things that aren't justified in her opinion. Granted, her opinion may be flawed, but she has grown up thinking whatever she thinks is right, and is not afraid to take action to prove so. One might expect such behavior to cause a negative response among her peers, but in reality, she is well-respected and her words always hold power. Throughout her years, people around her have come to trust her decisions, and she is now a influential demagogue well-known throughout the school she resides in. Even though she might be headstrong, any opinions directed at her which may not agree with her decisions will not be shot down without consideration. In other words, she listens to feedback, and she alters her definition of justified accordingly. She neither has many likes nor hates, due to her innate neutrality. Because of this, many people close to her fear that she may not know happiness or sorrow either. Hanayo is a person who wears a pleasant, business-like smile in default, and when that turns into a frown, it means that Hanayo is truly furious, and you had best get out of her sight.

Biography:
Hanayo lived a relatively normal life as a child. She had an innate Spirit, but it never did respond to her, so she didn't really pursue the matter either. She was born into an average Nesterov family, but her parents (Russian father and Japanese mother) were firm believers of the Nesterov creed: 'Neutrality above all'. Hanayo did not understand what that meant at first, but slowly, the concept of neutrality was drilled into her. She came to terms with her parent's belief, and stuck to it. Her uncanny intelligence came to be renowned throughout the neighbourhood, and eventually Hanayo was offered a scholarship into Kaimei Gakuen, Lyranias' finest institution. She accepted the offer, moved to Utopia at the age of 12 and completed her studies in an astounding 4 years. After graduation, she stayed on at Kaimei Gakuen as an alumni as well as becoming the Honorary Student Council President, one step higher than the Council President himself.

One day, while doing her research at the Kaimei Gakuen labs, she received a report that her father had been hospitalized while making his way to Utopia to visit her. She hurriedly went to the hospital where her father was and was told by her mother that he did not have long to live. That night, Hanayo talked to her father, who revealed that he was attacked by rogues from the Kimera Tenma. He asked Hanayo not to think about revenge, however, not for her own safety, but due to the fact that she was a Nesterov. Hanayo understood his intentions completely and vowed not to hunt down the Kimera Tenma. When her father died, he left the words 'You are the embodiment of justice and neutrality' with her, and she whole heartedly accepted them. The Spirit within Hanayo then spoke out and introduced itself as Hermes, God of Boundaries. He said that he could finally see the concrete resolution that Hanayo held and accepted her as her master. Due to his overwhelming power, he had to test her to see whether she was worthy of him. But now, he concedes that her affinity with him was far greater than he expected, and that she is a perfect Master for him. His exact words are, 'I have never seen a human so unopposed by conflicting elements such as you. Even if the greatest mountain folds or the deepest sea dries up, you will not be fazed.'

Since then, Hanayo has returned to her life in Kaimei Gakuen.

Say, Haru, could ya post a link to all the accepted CS so far on the first page, so that I can keep track on who is who?

Edit: Nerfed Boundary Jamming so that as long as anyone realises he's being jammed, he can simply relink to his Spirit.

Black Bullet : Altered Time

A crowd wearing black gathered around in a desolate looking graveyard. They were motionless, painting a picture of complete stillness was it not for the rain.

Ah, even the heavens seemed to be drowning in sorrow.

Hitoshi looked at the sky buffeted with grey clouds and lamented. All the sorrow had already been drained out from him, and he felt so empty inside, as though life itself had been snuffed out of him. He avoided looking at her grave, knowing fully well that it was empty. He had been forced to shoot Midori that day, and since she was already half-Gastraea, her body wasn't able to survive the damage.

"I'm sorry... For being unable to even give you a proper burial," Hitoshi murmured.

The various Promoters (without their Initiators) who had come for the funeral were mostly strangers - the company that Hitoshi used to work with was so huge that he couldn't have known every single one of them who worked there. It was ridiculous. This funeral only had one singular person who actually cared about the deceased in question. If not for the chairman's orders, these people wouldn't have even been here.

Of course this was not true: there were a bunch of Promoters present who honestly felt for Hitoshi; their relationships with their Initiators were as close as his. However, Hitoshi seemed to refuse to see this fact, thirsting for some time alone with Midori. When he asked politely for the mourners to leave, to his surprise, all of them offered their consolations and acceded to his demand. Watching their backs grow smaller in the distance, Hitoshi felt that he could finally let his tears flow. He knelt in front of the grave in apology for what seemed like an eternity...

---

Hitoshi woke up from his afternoon nap, startled. He gained his bearings, alert and ready for combat, and when he confirmed that there was no visible threat, calmed down. He noticed that his pillow was wet, and the dream that he had had swept through his mind once more. He sighed heavily, then got up and threw on his favorite long sleeved shirt (he was sleeping topless). Grabbing his gear, he left the room.

Walking along the streets, he noticed children escorted by their teacher on their way home. He thought to himself, 'It's peaceful, seemingly, but it is a mere illusion after all. Who knows when a Gastraea will pop up and chew your head off? Why must children live in fear like this day after day? It's wrong.' Hitoshi felt indignant. He wanted to do his part to defend the Tokyo that he loved from danger, but governmental law forced him to be unable to work without a company. Furthermore, most Civil Security Companies these days enforce the rule of a Promoter-Initiator pair, even though it wasn't exactly set in stone. Hitoshi refused to work for these companies, which he called 'Money grubbers who are willing to endanger the lives of children'.

Annoyed at the general lack of flexibility throughout Civil Security Companies, he walked and walked without a destination, just wanting to blow off steam. After a while, he walked past a building that had loads of PMCs guarding it. "Nomura Security, huh," Hitoshi read the sign outside the building. "Isn't this that organization that has loads of money, but negligible achievements? Well, they must be loaded indeed, judging by the number of patrols and guards they have. This is interesting. I think I'd like to see the way this organization works."

He spotted a man with glasses walking alongside a skipping young girl, and knew immediately that they were a Promoter-Initiator pair. They turned and entered the building.

Hitoshi walked up to the entrance of the building as well, but was stopped by a guard. "Halt," the guard commanded. "Who are you and what is your purpose of visit?" Hitoshi deduced from the amount of openings that the guard exhibited that he wasn't a combatant, just a meat shield. But even so, he had a baton, so he had better not provoke him too much.

"Ah, I'm a Promoter that your president hired recently," Hitoshi threw out a blatant lie, knowing full well that he would be exposed. He didn't even know the name of the president after all. He showed the guard his varanium sword and shield, however. "Oh, is that so? It's true that we've been ordered to expect new blood. So you're the new Promoter, eh?" the guard laughed merrily. Hitoshi smiled awkwardly, astounded by this turn of events. He prepared to turn and enter the building when...

"Oi, you! What kind of security was that? You didn't even check his identification!" a supervisor came up and yelled at the guard. The guard scuffled away, intimidated. The supervisor then turned to Hitoshi and asked, "Say, where is your letter of acceptance? Or your identification?" Hitoshi replied simply, "I have none. It was just a joke, and now I'll be on my way." The supervisor whipped out a stun gun and ordered Hitoshi not to move, but he did anyway. Hitoshi provoked the supervisor into stunning him, and hoped that when he woke up, he would be brought to the president of the company, if things went according to plan.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

He doesn't work. In short, he's something of a NEET. However, if it suits the story better, I'm fine with him being a student.

Edit: Updated CS.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

Roville Merthus CS

Name:
Roville Merthus

Gender:
Male

Age:
18

Spirit:
Libra

Type:
Juzoku

Spiritual Powers:
Equivalence
Even though Juzoku seems like a powerful ability, the only thing Roville can summon is a brass weighing scale. The weighing scale grants Roville the ability to achieve anything - provided he pay a cost enough to make the overall effect zero-sum. This ability is powerful, but is also limited in the resources Roville is able to sacrifice. Think of it as a portable EBay or Amazon with instant delivery. Payments need not be limited to cash or monetary items, but may also be abstract things such as luck or fame. Due to his spirit being unable to provide an actual offensive power, it doesn't take a lot of Rei to maintain Libra in familiar form. Also, Libra is sentient, meaning it learns, speaks and becomes an overall nuisance for Roville. It also tells Roville whether a payment is sufficient when he makes an offer.

Appearance
He looks like Touta Konoe from UQ Holder, with spiky brown hair which is of sufficient length to cover his eyebrows. His height is 176cm (5' 9'') and weighs 65kg (143 pounds). He has a hazel left eye and a blue right eye. His chin is relatively well defined. Overall, his face would fall under the category of 'decently attractive'. His body is well toned, but not overly muscular. He has several whip scars on his back and chest. He prefers to dress casual, with a simple t-shirt and bermuda shorts with running shoes. On cold days, he switches to a cotton long sleeved sweater and jeans. He is often seen with his familiar Libra which floats around him.

Personality:
Roville is an extremely happy-go-lucky person who is also down to earth. He understands that he wields what is probably an incredible power, but refuses to use it unless absolutely necessary, due to the fact that his power may affect those close to him unintentionally, and there is nothing Roville hates more than that. He can be seen as immature for his age, but that is just a front. Deep down, he is thoughtful and never does things without a proper reason. However, acquaintances of Roville has said that he occasionally looks conflicted and segregated from his friends.

Biography:
Roville is the only son of an ancient Connector family situated in Nesterov. His family was one who had been gifted with great power generation over generation, and the name Merthus was automatically affiliated to a future destined for greatness. Despite having powerful blood flowing through his veins, Roville, until the age of 10, remained unable to show even the slightest hint that a Spirit may reside within him. His lack of talent at the fields of Rei manipulation slowly became a rumor, and that rumor became a stain in the honorable history of the Merthus family. Enraged, Roville's father locked him in a cell, refusing to feed or even look him in the eye. Day after day, week after week, Roville slowly began to starve, if not for his mother who secretly brought him food and drink on occasion. The name Roville was henceforth forbidden in the House of Merthus, and whoever even breathed that word was expelled immediately. One night, when Roville's mother was bringing him dinner, she was spotted by Roville's father. In a fit of anger, he whipped her with a belt, and in trying to protect her, Roville took the blows instead. That night, bleeding through several wounds, Roville cursed his life and cried himself to sleep. After that incident, Roville's father allowed food and drink to be brought to him.

Years passed, and ten year old Roville had become a shell of a boy. He was broken, and no matter what his mother said to him, he would simply lie down on the straw and stare at the ceiling. His eyes, which were both lightning blue, had lost their brilliance. Unable to take it any longer, Roville's mother made a pact with her spirit. She decided that she would give up her power in order to grant her son one. That night, Roville became able to hear a voice speaking in his head. Convinced that he had finally gone crazy, he closed his eyes (left eye now hazel) and wished for the world to end.

"Are you certain about that?" was the reply. "The cost would be too much for you to handle, you know."

Roville then opened his eyes and found a strange brass scale beside him.

That day, Roville's father hanged himself upon finding out that his wife was no longer a Connector as well. Roville was released from his prison, finally able to see the world once again. He felt no remorse upon gazing at his father's corpse, harboring a deep resentment in his heart. Six years passed, and the Merthus family was no more. Roville and his mother were now simple ordinary civilians living in Nesterov. In appreciation for his mother's services, she was allowed to stay indefinitely in Nesterov even though she was now a simple human being. Roville, however, wished for a fresh start. He wanted to leave this place which harbored so many bad memories behind. Hence, he set off that day, heading towards Utopia, where he has lived since. Renting a small room in a small flat, he lives mainly as a NEET and doesn't go out unless necessary.

I'll take up special role #3 if no one wants it. I'll write up the CS for her later.

Beta Primordial Law

Setting

What if you had the power to do the unthinkable... at a price?

This is a story set in modern Tokyo, where a select group of people have obtained the power of Equivalence: the power to obtain anything but with a price. These select few find themselves in the possession of a particular Tool in which the trade occurs. For example:

1) A weighing scale which offers anything but the user must pay a equivalent price in exchange.
2) A measuring scale which grants you the ability to store luck and use it whenever you want.
3) A signboard which shows you steps which can be taken for an ideal future but a certain amount of your past will be erased.

A Tool has the following definitions:

1) It must be a physical object.
2) It must grant an ability related to its use in reality.
3) It is indestructible except by means of another Tool, in which would cost the user's (the one who destroyed the other's Tool, not the owner of the destroyed Tool) very existence.

The ability that a Tool grants is called Equivalence, and has the following definitions:

1) All Equivalences must be fair. There shall only be zero-sum transfers and trades with regards to Equivalence.
2) Equivalences may affect anything in the world, physical or metaphysical. As illustrated above, Equivalence may even affect abstract things such as luck.
3) The power of Equivalence has no limit. Similarly, the price that may (knowingly or unknowingly) be paid also has no limit.
4) All Owners of Tools will have the ability to confirm his/her transfer or trade before it actually occurs.

Story

The story direction is still under consideration but generally it should be about what happens to a group of people when they are given power. The story will begin at the time where all the characters receive their Tools simultaneously.

Any ideas will be greatly appreciated.

Rules

There are none but one: abide by the definitions of Equivalence stated above. You can Godmode, OP or whatever you want, as long as a proper, well-argued loophole is pointed out.

Characters

The CS skeleton should be as follows:

Name:
Gender:
Description:
Tool:
Equivalence Ability Description: (This may be subject to changes by me if it seems unfair)
Personality:
History: (How the character lived before receiving the Tool)

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

Right, I'll draw up a cs as soon as possible. I'll leave my affiliations anonymous if you'd like so you can put me in as a filler role for any role you guys still lack.