January

Demon Slayer: Era of Destruction

@Dusty Hah, I admire your optimism! But it would likely be a West or East coast state. I’m still bouncing between New York or Cali.

Demon Slayer: Era of Destruction

Realized my preference for RP is a casual posting rate, but advanced-level initiative and agency in players and participation, so trying out my usual preference for anime hijinks and urban fantasy here.

WIP OOC

⤞ 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖤 ⤝

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Over a century has passed since the Ubuyashiki line defeated Kibutsuji Muzan, the original demon. With the sacrifices of numerous slayers and Pillars, the greatest threat to humanity was finally put to rest. Or so everyone thought. In spite of the Ubuyashiki line wishing to disband the organization, work remained for them.

In the years following Muzan’s death, the various demons that had been under his control emerged from hiding, ripe from slaughter and brimming with power. The inferior demons driven mad by starvation were easy prey for the demon slayers to clean up, but the smarter ones hid away, biding their time. The demon slayers had lost too many in the final fight against Muzan and in the gaps of their reconnaisance hid the deadliest of Muzan’s demons, ones clever enough not to covet the fickle positions of Lower and Upper Moons. Instead they cultivated their own powers in secret, learning eventually as Nezuko did the art of strengthening their Blood Arts with minimal reliance on devouring humans. Several of them worked in tandem to steal a copy of Tamayo’s formula, initially intended to turn demons back to humans. With a researcher of similar caliber in their ranks, they eventually found the secret to reversing the solution and with that the secret of Muzan’s power.

From there it was an uphill battle for the Japanese demon slayers who had suffered innmurable casualties and found too little in reinforcements and demon slayer initiates. Distant branches across the seas slowly fell to other demons as well, unable to effectively control regions of the world that were out of human reach and where many demons began gathering for safety.

It would be two generations later before the Ubuyashikis finally replenished the ranks of slayers to a formidable degree and another three decades before technological advancements progressed to the point of globalization. By then the demons had amassed armies and grown powerful in the distant, uninhabitable wastelands of the world, utilizing Tamayo’s half-finished research for their own means and supplementing those gains with metered consumption of the rapidly expanding human population.

Before long, though, even the demons had to assimilate and form communities strong enough to fend off human conquerors and slayers alike. During this period, many demons were slain, but many more flocked to the protection of now-infamous demons that would become the modern day’s Upper and Lower Moons. From there the domains formed, lasting through the rigors of modern advances and forcing mankind to contend with the truth that humanity was not the apex predator.

This status quo worsened with time until the modern era, some decades after the Ubuyashiki family had come forward as the only hope for the world against the encroaching demon hordes. Now officially recognized by the governments in most countries, the demon slayers could move in less restricted patterns and were able to make use of government resources.

The different Breath Arts, however, remained the single most important tool in the demon slayer arsenal, allowing slayers to reach demonic levels of power and beyond for brief periods of time without becoming monsters themselves. In contrast were the demons’ Blood Arts, which could stand toe-to-toe with the strongest Pillars in many instances. These clashes became more widespread as the Pillars began moving more openly, resulting in devastating battlefields and oftentimes severe collateral damage. Public opinion on the demon slayers remained mixed in the aftermath, with most people realizing the necessity, but condemning the violent clashes and brutal training regimes. To the slayers these complaints were little more than misdirected fear. People with no power against the demons merely needed someone more visceral to blame.

In the midst of the chaotic modern era were the factions of humanity allied with the demons, providing them with fresh food and labor for their city-states in return for demonic support or sometimes for the chance at being a demon themselves. Granted permission to invade and attack by most countries, slayers entering hostile human territories were free to execute demon sympathizers, though these areas were also ample grounds to find demon co-conspirators. Despite their dedication to eradicating demons from the world, the demon slayers organization readily sought information and support from friendly demons—their lessons learned from the days of Tanjiro’s valor and Nezuko’s critical role in defeating Muzan. This didn’t necessarily sit well with many slayers, however, and tensions remained high even with official approval.

The story starts here, at the peak of modern civilization with much of the known history of humanity fairly intact, though with hints of demonic influence throughout time. Otherwise, though, the demons have not been known to take part in any of the part major human wars (at least, not officially) and have been recorded often as taking advantage of the chaos to entrench their territories and powers in more remote regions.

So far, what is known of the current 12 Moons has been referenced from much older archives of past encounters and by now all semblance of the Moons' real names have long been lost. These days, the 12 Moons are reclusive at best and impossible to simply run into—not unless they were looking for you. There is, at present, a desperate need to update the information profiles on each Moon, and an even greater need for Demon Slayers talented enough to perform the ultimate task of taking their heads.

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⤞ UPPER MOON I:

The First Moon is equal parts fearsome and enigmatic, able to shroud the whole of their domain in Eastern China under eternal night and allowing the demons there free rein to move about. This Moon's domain is particularly dangerous as a result of this effect, and rumors abound about particular enhancements that demons within this field receive, though the details are scarce. No attempts have been made to breach the First Moon's territory for over a hundred years, ever since the Ubuyashiki's records note 10 Pillars sent in only to be lost forever. Past records indicate the First Moon controls some aspect of night and darkness with several testimonies of slayers' own shadows rebelling against them.

⤞ UPPER MOON II:

The Second Moon, in contrast to the mysterious shroud of the First, is a prominent figure in the drug trade with a territory deep in the heart of Brazil, calling herself "Marzanna" and openly mocking governments and media alike with her brazen presence. She is known as a shapeshifter whose forms vary depending on her mood, but whose preference seems to be for busty, female forms scantily clad in the latest fashion of the time. Her domain claims to be "open to all" and indeed looks the part of a city in perpetual feasting and festivities, ripe with narcotics in plain view and a jubilant populace. People are lured often to her territory, and most never seem to leave. Aside from records of both drug and human traffickers entering and exiting her domain, there has yet to be a successful attempt to convince any human currently in her realm to leave of their own volition. Anyone forcibly removed are driven to manic homicidal tendencies within days and have shown no improvements over time.

⤞ UPPER MOON III:

The Third Moon may not have a human form, ancient as they are. Arguably the oldest of the current Moons and the most inaccessible, records of the Third Moon's appearance suggest some chimera-like entity with varying animal parts. Some accounts claim the standard human-headed lion sphinx while others yet detail an array of identifiable animals that substitute for head, body, legs, and tail. The connecting detail between the various forms is merely a broken, golden bell tied around the necks of each form. The residents of this Moon's ambiguously marked territory in the Amazon jungle are mostly demonic animals, though the occasional mad human can be found there as well. Nothing else is known of this Moon's power as survivors fled at the sight before witnessing any abilities.

⤞ UPPER MOON IV:

The Fourth Moon looks like an androgynous, brown-haired child in a long shift dress who sits quietly atop the Andes mountain range. The position differs from time to time, but they are found wandering mainly in this area. Though this Moon has no real town or subjects, so to speak, reports of increased frequency of supernatural phenomena in the area has driven off many of the towns nearby along with the animals in the region. The location now is eerily still and silent, with only weather patterns to create any noise. The vegetation has become strange in the years this Moon has settled, the soil and flora becoming poisonous to the touch and the earth unable to support normal life.

⤞ UPPER MOON V:

A brazen character for a Moon, the Fifth Moon has held a large swathe of land in the Canadian wilderness and often sends emissaries to nearby towns to collect his fee in humans. Having depleted many of the nearest towns by now, this Moon is looking to expand his territory. Current records have no notes on his powers, but past records from the 19th century indicate a multi-armed, male demon equipped with a vast combination of Blood Arts ranging from spatial manipulation to high damage, large-area effects. Details are unknown at this time as surviving witnesses never lingered long enough to observe carefully.

⤞ UPPER MOON VI:

The Sixth Moon has made his home in the Siberian wilderness, terrorizing settlements and trade posts now and then. Several attacks had been mounted against him, but all have failed. His power seemed to be related to the element of earth and his surroundings, allowing him to travel undetected and appear whenever he pleases. No further information is known at this time.

⤞ LOWER MOON VII:

The Seventh Moon is located somewhere out in the Navajo desert, though not much else is known about him. His territory is fiercely guarded by an army of demons and, unlike the rabble of thralls his fellows often cooked up, his forces are extremely coordinated and well-versed in combat. Also unerringly loyal. His agents have also turned up in major cities and states as well, though capturing them have never yielded much information about their master. Even current agents kept in captivity are mindlessly silent.

⤞ LOWER MOON VIII:

The Eighth Moon resides off the south Pacific coasts; his Blood Art seems to give him power over the waves and tides. He attacks errant ships now and then, and most assaults against him have been futile. There has been talks lately about trying to lure him out of his element, so to speak, but no operation has been mounted for lack of information regarding what this Moon looks like and the specifics of his powers.

⤞ LOWER MOON IX:

The Ninth Moon is one of the more insidious demons out there. His current location is unclear; he has been documented to move around quite often. His appetite for blood and carnage is unmatched, whenever he surfaces. It appears that his Blood Art is related to changing his appearances, because he has been documented to have many. He also seems to have a talent of evading death, with various reports of hunters taking his head before only to have him escape or kill several of their comrades in return.

⤞ LOWER MOON X:

Dubbed the Iron Wolf, the Tenth Moon’s territory is centered around the ruined city of Norilsk, where he occasionally accepts challengers for his life or his position. According to reports, his Blood Art allow him to harden his skin into an impenetrable armor. So far, he remains undefeated and for lack of direct confrontation against most of the other Moons, he is relegated a lower slot on Leviathan's unofficial hierarchy.

⤞ LOWER MOON XI:

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⤞ LOWER MOON XII:

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⤞ 𝖡𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖲 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖡𝖠𝖳 ⤝

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Demon hunters employ Breath Arts to kill demons. These Arts can be taught, and most Pillars tend to be the most exemplary users in their respective schools. However, not all can learn these Arts and even fewer can truly master them. To start, you often will have to cultivate a peak human physique before even getting into the most basic techniques.

Demons, meanwhile, get inherent Blood Arts. These often take the form of a specific, supernatural power. Not all demons have Blood Arts, but all of the powerful ones do. Weaker demons can develop Blood Arts over time as well, and the consumption of human flesh allegedly accelerates this process. That said, demons don’t have to eat humans in this universe, but they do get stronger faster if they choose to. Demons can also learn and use Breath Arts, with enough training.

In this universe, humans can be turned into demons with the ingestion of demon blood. Usually, this produces blood-crazed, mindless thralls. However, strong demons can produce sentient proteges, who can think and choose for themselves. Recently, there is a new breed of demons: born ones. If a demon chooses to reproduce with a human, the children of this union can turn out to be either demon or human. Demon blood always breeds true; there’s no half breed, though chances of getting a human child is far higher. Demon blood tend to be dormant during early childhood and teenage years and emerge rather suddenly during early to late teen years. Per protocol, born demons are taken away by various organizations or research institutions for quarantine and study.

⤞ 𝖱𝖴𝖫𝖤𝖲 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖲 ⤝

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This will be generally based on the Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba universe, but with a few rules tweaked for clarity (see the 'Combat and Breaths' section) and the ending of the manga slightly reworked. Here, they still succeeded in killing Muzan, but the many demons he had created along the way certainly remained and are now free of both the curse of eating humans and the curse of death upon saying his name. Ignore the reincarnation ending of the manga (if you've seen it) where demons are now a thing of myth. They are present here and now more regularly than ever as some of them adapt (a little too well) to the modern age.

Demon hunters will often need someone to teach them their Breathing Arts. The Arts also tend to have an overall theme, i.e. if someone’s thing is striking very fast their theme would be Lightning. You can play Pillars or trainees or anything else in between, just keep the theme consistent and make reasonable characters. Please also keep in mind that most of the RP will involve around going out into the front lines and fighting demons, so your characters should also be in combat/support roles and the appropriate age groups.

This RP will mostly be focused on PvE, so we won’t accept villain characters.

All demon characters will be affiliated with Leviathan Inc. in this RP. We will allow spies and informant characters and such, but check with us first because we will have to work out how you would come to hang out with the main group. PvP will be handled between the players; GMs will only intervene to clarify how certain skills interact. Beyond that, who loses/wins/draws is on the participants to discuss and decide together. In that vein, consider the scenes as you write and please use common sense, fair play, and don’t try to ‘win’ every scenario.

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The site of this RP will take place in a fictional US city where one of the main North American demon slayer branches resides and will be a mix of monster-of-the-week and hopefully some player-generated intrigue/activities along with GM-generated nonsense. To that end, I’ll likely allow both demon slayer characters and demon characters as well, with the caveat that if you create a demon character you’ll need to find some way to associate with the demon slayers (who are more than open to demon informants and allies even if some of them would really rather not rely on such means) or be in direct opposition to them such that you often meet them directly. Players can be Pillars and Pillar specialties (Wind Pillar, Water Pillar, etc.) can be duplicated across different branches, but per branch there can only be one pillar of each specialty as the designation implies the character is “the best” at that specialty within the known slayers of that branch. Players cannot be one of the 12 Moons or the general-equivalent demons that serve the 12 Moons directly.

PvP will be left to the players’ discretion and GMs will only interfere to clarify how certain powers might work against each other. It’s recommended that players work out some way for involved characters to reach a stalemate in the fight and somehow disengage, unless a player doesn’t mind killing off a character.

Multiple characters are allowed, but beyond 2 per person, please confirm with me before creating so I can see if I’m able to manage that many or not.

As mentioned the rate of posting is casual with no hard rate (1 or 2 posts a month is perhaps a soft minimum), so I’m not concerned with how long a post is so long as it covers everything that needs to be covered with as much flair as the player wants to put in. I highly don’t recommend the practice of excessively padding posts because you feel a certain word count is expected, because there isn’t a minimum requirement. Filling out what a character would do, say, and think is normally a hefty post as is.

What is “advanced” to me is the player initiative and reasonableness in taking theme- and tone-appropriate actions that are within the range (even the outer range) of their character’s inclinations.

Conversations should be compiled into a collab post to avoid one-line back-and-forths IC and I leave it to the player to decide if a conversation can just be summarized by one player’s post if the interaction has nothing particular in its details to warrant a full collab.

Discord will be mandatory.

That’s the general list of the game’s ideas and overall expectations of players. If there’s enough interest (probably five to seven people at a minimum) I’ll flesh out an OOC within a week or two.

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

✾ UNREST ✾

》 BURGER QUEEN || 1 AUGUST 2019 || ~9:00 PM

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Dave had never been one to complain. He hadn't said a word when he was expelled from his first high school over a misunderstanding, and he never groaned about the lack of job prospects in Bloomfield Bay. There were jobs, but there weren't any he could fill with his high school diploma. The service industry jobs went to younger, better-looking people who could put in more hours instead of a hobo living out of his car. He had tried applying for janitorial positions, too, but found that even there the applicants were usually plentiful and overqualified.

Occasionally, customers at the Burger Queen would mock him for having a cell phone despite being homeless, before they returned to their own brushes with poverty in every bill that needed to be paid. He understood that it was their own fears they wanted to avoid, and having him around made it easy to forget how precarious their own positions were. So he never complained when they made those comments, just like how he wasn't complaining now, as a snot-smeared kid wiped her little hands on his ragged coat in complete defiance of her screaming mother. Eventually the woman dragged her child away, scrubbing the toddler's hands furiously with wet wipes.

He noted with resignation that the lady never bothered apologizing to him. She was probably more horrified that her daughter was touching a homeless person.

His phone rang at that moment, the screen flashing while on silent, so he left the fast food on the table with a nod at the cashier and a quick look towards the restroom to indicate he would be back soon. Inside, the sterile lighting and white linoleum revealed too many piss stains to count and several dark brown spots peppering the immediate vicinity of the toilet.

"Hello," he answered, already knowing who it was.

Jared's chipper voice answered from the other end of the line, "Hey, Dave! Sorry about the late pay last time--I got a new accountant and he thought the monthly payments sent to you were 'suspicious' so he flagged them and forgot to check with me. Honestly, I appreciate the meticulous work, but the guy really grilled me about who it was going to and why--"

"They're getting numerous here, Jared," Dave cut in. It was Jared's nature to talk and talk often, the well-bred sort of assertiveness that resulted from years of trained socializing and careful sidestepping of awkward silences.

"...Is it bad? I don't think I'll be back in Bloomfield Bay for at least another month or two, and I just killed a pretty beefy one two days ago here," Jared's voice dropped, though from the stark silence in the background, Dave could tell he was already somewhere private.

"Even if you were, I'm not sure it'd make a difference. Some new type of Elegy these days. Sends lots of little things skittering around causing discontent and misery, but the big one's hiding somewhere I can't tell. Bell sounds have been maddening lately."

"Do you want me to call someone? I think Anna and Leelee are still in the area, and Anna's got that tracking ability--"

"Yeah, if you could," Dave agreed, "that'd be great." He paused a moment but continued when he heard the sound of Jared's mouth working up another silence-filler. "Hey, Jared? I know I say this all the time, but I really appreciate what you're doing. For me. And by proxy for everyone else. I know it looks weird to be helping a random hobo all the time--"

"Stop, I should be thanking you." Jared cut him off this time. Then the sound of something muffling the receiver end while Jared shouted at someone ended quickly. "Sorry about that--I was saying I should be thanking you. Most of us don't want to give up anything, even when we know the world's at stake. I'm not going to make the excuse that it's human nature, because we should know better than primal urges by now, but you're stronger than everyone I know. Don't think you should be ashamed of that. I'm not."

If there was anything Dave had to say in response, he held his tongue, afraid Jared would hear the slight stuffiness of his voice when he tried to hold back more emotions than he could.

"But hey, I've gotta go now, my secretary is absolutely reaming my ass right now, I'll call you again later if I can duck away." The call ended on a merciful click and Dave calmed his reddening face with splashes of water. Jared was wealthy, but not as much as he could be if he erred more on the shady side of business. That he had always refused to partake in tax evasion schemes and corporate exploitation meant he was often away checking in on various branches of his family's hotel chain and making sure someone else wasn't shaving off profits in his stead. It also meant he was cutting back himself in order to support not only Dave, but various other Crowns who had come to him for assistance.

When Dave had calmed down enough, he walked out as quietly as he had entered, finishing his meal and cleaning his table so the Burger Queen staff would have a little less to do.

When he was away from both security cameras and human sight, he called forth his Crown and stepped into the Greyspace. It shrouded his body in an ink-dark pallor before shaping into a thin layer of black armor over his now ash-gray skin that faded into a blue translucence around his legs and arms. It seemed to reveal much of his new body, but the texture of the new skin was hard as steel. The Crown became a horn jutting from his forehead and furled out two sharp tendrils of pulsing blue on either side of his head. The top half of his new, inhuman face was shrouded now by a sheath of that same black carapace and small divots of blue light glimmered to life along the face and collarbone of his new form.

Floating now, he turned towards the nearing sound of tiny bells, already expecting the swarm of vermin. It would take a coordinated attack and a careful tracker to reveal the main body of the Elegy and he could only wait until Anna returned to organize the friendly Crowns.

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𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

✾ CHANCE MEETINGS ✾

@GreenGoat@RedDusk@January@PapiTan

》 CAKE CAFE || 1 AUGUST 2019 || ~3:00 PM

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The Elegies were small and numerous this time, the damn things shaped like scuttling rats and spiders coated with a surface of smooth, black ink. They were too defined to be the ephemeral, shapeless masses that were normal Elegies, but it was something to think about later for Micah as he mowed down the critters. They seemed to just keep coming and he was getting tired. The area he covered seemed deserted of any other Crowns so he decided to hang in there a bit longer until he really couldn’t hold out anymore.

The roar of a powerful engine was heard first before the rapid hollow booming of her blasters. The veritable rain of fire left the familiar ozone smell in her nostrils as she perched precariously on top of the bike trying to finish her canned tuna.

She looked bedraggled and dirty, but as she stood up, putting her weight behind the bike as she swung it in mob clearing wide arcs around the lone Crown, her dull crimson hood and her transformed look all but conformed her identity.

"Pretty reckless fighting them solo."

“I didn’t really know anyone was around here,” Micah said, backing away from her car’s movements. “But right now there’s still a ton of them! Can you take them out? My offensive capabilities are, uh, yeah.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond before a golden, ethereal ribbon beelined through the monsters and wrapped onto Nanami’s ankle. Nothing felt particularly different, but a tingling flitted through her body as the energy that she had recently depleted regenerated at breakneck pace.

The Crown of Potential wasn’t the type of person that lingered with a regular group—it was something that anyone that had the opportunity to work with the woman was likely to say. That was why, when the chimes had sounded, she’d simply left her gardening half-finished.

That was why, when she noticed two other Crowns present in the Grayspace before she arrived, Tyjha couldn’t help but be surprised. The Crown traced a path in the air with her armament, two shimmering gerberas the size of saucers following the baton’s movements as she moved her way through the crowd with an elegance only found in comfort. Two others meant Scatter wouldn’t be the easiest option to handle the sheer numbers—a disappointment, but not an issue.

The gerberas cut another line through the Elegies, their forms returning to Tyjha’s side with a sweep of her baton, the third of seven Blossoming behind her from its ethereal form. Its form grew in response to will and magic, trailing behind her until it had grown to Tyjha’s satisfaction.

Unable to announce her presence with her voice, the Crown instead used action, the largest of her flowers following instruction from her baton. It landed in close proximity to the horned crown, brambles immediately growing outward in a line to slow the approach of Elegies from one side.

“Wow, lucky me,” Micah greeted, the statement genuine. “Someone else with better powers.”

"Don't lose focus." Energized, with what little energy she had used returned, she transformed the bike entirely, forming it around her left arm. A large combine appeared, roaring like a demonic beast, the blades in front a maelstrom of sharp metal.

"Fall like chaff in the wind."

The combine roared forwards, moving with the speeds of a hungry beast. The black specks of rat-like Elegies vanished beneath the deadly attack, its power shredding through the immediate horde like paper. Dismembered rats dissipated back into the air of the Greyspace as if they had never existed. The remaining Elegies scampered away, too numerous to chase, but held at bay for now.

Micah released the spell on Nanami, breaths rapid. “It’s always been rats lately,” he muttered, still looking around in case more appeared.

Another Crown chose that exact moment to step into the Grayspace. Well, he didn’t exactly step so much as stumbled into the magical dimension, cursing and swaying all the while. Under the black garb his Crown gave him, it was difficult to tell who he was. But surprise was plain enough in his voice when he looked up and noticed Micah.

“C-Catherine!?” He called out, caught off-guard.

Micah recognized that voice, but he was having trouble remembering who it was. One of the customers who frequented the cafe. Mark…Michael…something with an M.

“Wait…Matthew?!” he blurted out when the name finally came to him. “You’re a Crown?!”

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Post Deletion Please

Need these two posts removed (player was kicked, so tidying up):

roleplayerguild.com/posts/4922238
roleplayerguild.com/posts/4909294

Thank you for your time!

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

@Eviledd1984 Hey, there, you kind of seem to just want to do your own thing disregarding entirely the theme/context of the RP. I was aware you wanted an Ultraman-like character but to actually set up a scene that discordant isn't something I'm into, sorry. I'm obviously not a stickler for realism, but that was a bit ridiculous all the same and I get the impression this game isn't quite the style that would best fit your character.

I'll be booting you from the RP for my own sanity, but it's nothing personal. Thanks for playing and good luck with further RPs. This decision is not up for discussion. Do not post further in the OOC/IC/CHAR threads. Do not PM me.

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

Micah Gillespie

❈ 𝖧𝖴𝖬𝖠𝖭 ❈

》 𝖡𝖠𝖲𝖨𝖢𝖲: Micah Gillespie || 22 || Male

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"Don't be such a stick in the mud. Life's for living."

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》 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤: 164 cm || 52 kg || violet eyes || chestnut brown hair

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Micah enjoys wearing frilly, lacy clothing that is entirely inappropriate for day-to-day activities, which is why his job at the maid cafe appeals to him so much. He grew out his hair from his teenage years and learned the art of eye-catching makeup in order to look as conventionally pretty as he wants. His wardrobe is filled with ruffles and lace and plenty of shiny baubles, but he prefers the pink ribbon hairpin that would incorporate itself into his Crowned form as well. At the maid cafe, he wears the standard black and white, off-shoulder female uniform lined with lace-rimmed detached sleeves and ruched shorts.

》 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸

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Micah is a friendly and outgoing sort who's more than happy to tag along to any parties, but would never host one himself. He's an even mix of hard-working employee during the day and lazy slob by night, concerned with his physical appearance only where others can see him. When he dresses up, though, he puts his all into it, even if some people may not appreciate that he's a man with impeccable makeup work.

He likes to think he's fairly boring otherwise, with a typical taste in gaudy TV dramas and the occasional TV dinner when he's splurged his paycheck on some new outfit and makeup palette. As if making up for his otherwise bland personality, Micah invests greatly in a classy, but overbearing wardrobe to compensate for his lack of exotic experiences and cultivated opinions. He's happy with where he is, but he knows the social scene enough to understand that sometimes, you need to pretend like you're more than you are.

» 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤𝖲	» 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤𝖲
LACES AND FRILLS CAKES CHAI LATTES DRAMA SHOWS	DIRTY TABLES TORN CLOTHES GREASY FOOD GAINING WEIGHT

》 𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸

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Micah was always interested in traditionally 'feminine' aesthetics, with his love of lace and frills emerging from a young age. He found no problem dressing up in his mother's cocktail gowns when he was younger and often stole some of his older sister's clothes to wear growing up. High school in the wealthy Eastern suburbs challenged his perception of what was normal where his family had never minded his preferences, but he emerged from the trials and tribulations of that period mostly unscathed. If there was anything to be said for his mental fortitude, it was that the world hardly fazed him.

Sometime around his first encounter with the close-minded and hateful, Micah had learned to distance himself from much of it. He did his thing, they did theirs, and as long as they weren't interfering with him, he let things slide off his back like water. He majored in design in college, working hard with dreams of entering the fashion industry, though he was grounded enough to realize it was a one in a million shot. At best, he might be able to intern somewhere for an eternity before they let him do official paper-pushing.

His Crown appeared several weeks after college graduation, smashing through the complacency of his mostly mediocre life and forcing him to confront, headfirst, what living was worth to him. He decided it was worth enough to fight for, even if the Elegies made him shake with terror every time. But even that fear eventually slipped away like the waters before it, though whether that was his own resilience or the Crown's would be an eternal mystery.

The owner of the Sultry Sips was the first to find him after his initiation fight with an Elegy and in the Crown-supplied calm that followed, he listened patiently to her explanation of how things worked and where he could go for further help. It relieved him to be part of a community when he had been struggling so long to really fit in, but at the same time he wasn't sure if the Crowns were anything more than a ragtag bunch desperately trying to save the world. If there were other Crowns out there with more organization, the woman didn't know to tell him. She did, however, introduce him to the Cake Cafe, where one of her old friends put in a word with the manager and his job application was accepted with the briefest of interviews. It's been his home away from home that moment on.

Since then Micah's been juggling his part-time (though from the hours it's basically full-time) work at Cake Cafe, submitting job applications to studios and firms, and killing Elegies as they come along. He's worried he may not be able to fight much on his own, aware enough to discern that the enemies he had been killing so far had been small fry at best. It felt like a big one was long in coming, though he hoped it would take its time appearing.

Micah was lucky enough that one of Cake Cafe's executives was a Crown, from the energy he felt around her, but if she noticed his presence she didn't comment and neither did he. It helped to know they had something this special in common, but it didn't really make for easy small talk. The other Crowns had been hard to reach given their random schedules and lack of real personal connection to one another and he had only run into Dave early on by sheer luck in the Grayspace. The man's appearance shocked him in the difference between the Crowned Dave and the normal Dave, but that feeling soon ebbed into respect. Micah kept in contact with Dave from then on, somewhat reassured that there was at least one person always ready to fight Elegies, though he felt sorry for the state of Dave's normal life. It was a choice, he supposed, to give up one kind of life to live another, but it wasn't one he was ready to make. With the clarity of his Crown's nature, he was almost certain he would never be able to choose the way Dave did.

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❅ 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖭𝖤𝖣 ❅

❖ 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢

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CROWN OF RESILIENCE

» 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧	» 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳	» 𝖣𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖸	» 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤	» 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫 𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖦𝖸
★☆☆☆☆	★★★★★	★☆☆☆☆	★★★☆☆	★★★★☆

The Crown of Resilience passively heals Micah as long as he's conscious and continuously heals those immediately around him at a slower rate. Its most prominent effect, however, is the subtler, but equally important capacity to withstand mental stress and excess stimuli, allowing Micah to remain unwaveringly steady despite fatigue and fear.

• DRESS REHEARSAL: Short-range AoE. Low energy. Micah shoots his ribbons outwards at enemies, dealing minor, but persistent duration damage for several minutes to everything within his immediate vicinity. Weaker enemies can be bound by the ribbons, but only for a short period of time.
• EXFOLIATE: Single-target + AoE heal. Moderate energy. Micah targets one person within range to bandage with his golden ribbons, healing them of all minor recent wounds and spreading the effect to those immediately around them. A short, five second damage reduction buff is applied to all affected allies after every cast. Moderate and heavy wounds require multiple applications of Exfoliate.
• MOISTURIZE: Single-target buff. Moderate energy. Micah casts a minute-long buff on a target or himself that increases their energy regeneration rate and allows spells to be cast/channeled/effected at double the normal frequency.
• DEBUTANTE: Single-target + channeled buff/heal. Rapid energy drain. Micah targets one person to attach a ribbon to, constantly healing them at a rapid rate and decreasing the damage/effects inflicted on them by a large amount. He is defenseless in this state, however, and cannot cast any other spells until he ends Debutante.
• PRIMADONNA: Single-target buff. High energy. Micah chooses one person (or himself) to make invulnerable and immovable for ten seconds. In this state, they cannot be physically or mentally injured, knocked back, thrown about, or otherwise moved by any means. They can move of their own volition, though.

❖ 𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖤𝖣 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤

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Micah's Crown appears as gaily decorated horns on his new head of leaf-green hair, the Crown incorporating his favorite ribbon hairpin into its costume and magically fixing the ribbons around his horns. His outfit transforms into a leotard with a front-split skirt decorated with gold ribbons and lace complete with matching heels. The form-fitting top is attached to a rose-colored brooch and collar while sporting detached, slit sleeves swirling with gold ribbons. His weapon is unconventional, the Crown making use of the ribbons on his outfit as extensions to attack, defend, and heal.

❖ 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖨𝖢

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❖ PLAYLIST	❖ SONG
OPENING THEME	Dabin ft. Daniela Andrade = "Hold"
CASUAL THEME	Nujabes = "Aruarian Dance (Homework Edit)"
BATTLE THEME	FFXIV = "Insanity (Innocence Theme)"
ENDING THEME	PLVTINUM = "If You're Gonna Leave"
MISC. THEME	Kevin Penkin = "Tomorrow"

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𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

Oh, I forgot to mention it here since I mentioned it in Discord, but I was working on the IC post the past few days now that I'm free from finals. There were some setbacks and poor planning like me trying to work on a post in edit mode, Firefox crashing, progress lost, etc.

It'll be up soon once I get it all typed out again.

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

@PapiTan Looks good to go! Throw it in the CHAR tab and we can get started soon.

𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖲

Cosmic Fairy got you beat, but yeah, looks good.