@Dead Cruiser Okay, last question-- Beelzebub. Will he have a part in the story? The Demon Eligos is mentioned as having a gift from him so I was thinking maybe a devoted knight-demon of Beelz could be a cool character concept.
@Dead Cruiser What do you mean by metaphysical anchors? Something like a Lich's phylactery, an item that contains their soul? Though, for the demon I guess the item would just chain them to earth and breaking it would send them back to hell yeah?
EDIT: Another question: Should we all start out in Hell, or could some of us start on Earth?
Age: 17 Race: Earth Male Nationality: British/French
Personality
Edward is a naturally optimistic sort-- a life as pleasant as his will do that to you. He often preaches that things can and do get better in life, even if he understands not everyone is as blessed as him. He always goes out of his way to help others who aren't fortunate, as he believes his massive luck was a gift he is obligated to use to make life better for others. His sizable allowance is often spent on gifts for others, even. He appreciates his status in life, but is very humble about it, understanding he hasn't particularly earned it. He has a bit of an inferiority complex as a result, eager to prove himself but also commonly downplaying any success of his as luck.
In terms of hobbies, Edward is particularly into comic books and manga. Superman, Dragonball, and Naruto especially. That's partially why he's actually an excellent student despite his entirely average intelligence. He's very willing to train and study if it means access to real magical powers that he can use to do good. And to look cool and do cool things, but that's just a nice bonus.
Backstory
Edward was technically born in France, to two loving parents named Adeline and Damien Lachance. Right after Edward was born, however, Damien was offered a much higher paying position for his office job if he were to move to Britain. The two had been struggling and were worried about their child's well-being and took the offer, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Adeline was a painter, and her paintings finally took off once she began advertising them in Britain. All throughout Edward's life, the blessings of gods seemed to follow him. Winning games of chance was a near guarantee. He could call the flip of a coin 10 times in a row. At the age of 11, he advised his father on which numbers to pick for a lottery ticket, and their family was the only one to get the second tier prize that draw after a quadruple rollover.
Despite how easy Edward's luck would have been to abuse, the Lachance family were good people who had spent their childhoods being taught that money wasn't everything, and they passed that lesson down to their son. They also understood his gift, and took steps to make sure it didn't go to his head. Despite efforts not to stand out, his grades were often great, and allowed him to apply for a unique transfer-- to study abroad in Japan. His parents allowed him to do so, but as he was interviewed, he was stupefied by the process, despite his repeated success. Soon he would find out why. He had stumbled into a school of magic and wonder that hid underneath it an entire new world of elves, beasts and spell casting. Having stumbled here, Edward is convinced all of his luck was fate guiding him here so he could make a positive impact on this world-- and the magical one right next door.
It seems to be just a switchblade that Edward could use to protect himself. However, there is a trick to it-- tapping the button actually sends out a small comb-- one has to hold the button to draw the real knife. He uses the comb to combat his hat hair whenever he's forced to take it off.
Gear
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Other
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Independent
Martial Awakening - A permanent 40% boost to Spirit if it is over 50. Graceful Charity - When you give gifts to people, they will be more cooperative to you moreso than normal.
I'm very interested in this! I do have some questions however. How common is travel between Earth and Hell? (Both for demons and humans, to clarify.) I assume some humans are willing to work with demons? You mentioned cyberpunk so I kinda want a demon with a robo-arm or eye.
Jude refused to open his eyes. He had woken up, of course. He felt sun beaming on his face from somewhere in a way that made him positive he wasn't in a dream. But what had happened before-- with Penny and the storm and everything-- he wasn't sure. Maybe it was a dream, his brain playing a cruel joke of an emotional rollercoaster where-in finally, he begins to make a friend, and god himself rips it all away and kills everyone. Or maybe it was real, and he'd wake up and he wouldn't be living his life anymore. That was, depressingly, less sad than the alternative. But Jude didn't want to find out. Maybe he could just sit here, eyes closed, basking in the warm sun and sand forever.
Wait, sand?
Without opening his eyes, Jude moved his hand from his side and reached out, scraping the ground. He was still on a beach. Had he passed out here or something? Maybe everyone was looking at him like he was an idiot for falling asleep on the beach, surely drooling everywhere, without a towel. The anxiety was enough for Jude to finally sit up and open his eyes and confirm no one was eye-balling him. Indeed, no one was. In fact there were a lot less people here than before. And a lot less resort, too. The young man whipped his head around all over to confirm it. He wasn't even AT Otterholt anymore. Stumbling up to his feet, Jude's heart began to race. What was going on? That tornado... there was no way it managed to whip him and a bunch of crap from the resort all the way to a seemingly deserted island. He wasn't even that close to the water.
Oh god, mom!
Jude started to spiral into an anxious wreck. What day was it? How long had he been out? Was the sun that high before? How worried must his mother have been-- how'd he let her convince him to even come?! A hundred thoughts swished and dashed through Jude's skull as he began to break down and hyperventilate. Luckily, there was something able to bring him back to reality. He was ignoring the first few people to get up, but his own name being called, especially in distress, was enough for him to swallow his fears. He turned, almost recognizing the voice. It was Penny.
Jude wanted to run over and hug the young woman. Their encounter had been real-- her reaching out to him, asking him to stay-- but so were his mistakes, and the cruel reality that they were both in now. He stomped down the urge for human contact and lightly jogged over to her.
"Penny. I'm... glad to see you I guess. At least I know the name of someone here, right? U-uh, are you okay you seem rattled? Not that I wouldn't be I mean I think we almost died! I-- oh jesus. Where's the kid? The-the little girl?"
Principles This form emphasizes accurate, precise shooting at all ranges to minimize casualties and maximize efficiency. It breeds good habits for future forms.
Execution With both hands on the gun, one should be able to quickly hit three meter wide targets from 30 yards in quick succession.
02: Double Tap
Principles Two pistols are held at the same time and fired in quick succession, doubling ones magazine size, fire-rate, and gives them the ability to strike two targets at once.
Execution One should be able to unload both pistols into two different, moving targets and reload them both in 7 seconds or less.
03: Pistol Whip
Principles Magazines are ejected, and both guns are held by the barrel to act as a set of short, impromptu batons. Powerful and quick short-range strikes are the name of the game here.
Execution In one motion, the user ejects both guns' magazines, flips them to hold them by the barrel, and strikes with both simultaneously.
04: T-Strike
Principles With both pistols held upside down like tonfa, the barrel is able to act as a tool to parry or shield oneself. Defending oneself at close ranges becomes much easier in this form.
Execution The user should be able to use the swing of one of their tonfa-guns to parry a weapon's strike twice in a row-- once with each weapon.
The other adult in the situation-- Mark, was also an Inscribed, and seemed to realize there may have been something going on with the two kids who got away. It didn't particularly matter to Jude anymore-- no justice needed to be meted out or anything, and participating any more would just ruin things further, so he let the familiar looking man teleport away. Right in front of the guard too, though the man was too busy taking down Penny's name to notice that. Speaking of, he spared a glance at her, trying not to look creepy or aggressive or stupid or the like. Apparently, she could sort of transfer command of her peasants to someone else through her tiara. That was pretty cool actually. His eyes slowly flickered between the little girl and Penny, before his name was called and he snapped back into reality.
It took him a second to realize what she had said. At first he threw his hands up and meant to apologize for looking at her weird or whatever it was she was surely scolding him for-- but she wasn't. She actually wanted him to stay around. Sure it was probably just to make some little girl happy by playing sand castle with her but... that was something, wasn't it? He could reasonably say to his mother he met some people and made a sand castle with them. Even if it was going to awkward as hell (and it assuredly was) he'd be making his mother happy.
"Sure." Jude finally responded with a nod. "I turned your sword back to normal by the way. You should be able to lift it again. Sorry. About, almost killing you. Sorry."
Jude reprimanded himself for thinking such harsh things about a man he didn't know, but the point still stood that even if the security guard didn't see the others use their epithets, they totally could have considering some random teen hit the scene faster that he did. Jude crossed his arms, dejected, and tried to avoid looking directly at the people embroiled in the situation that was mostly his fault. As such, his eyes landed on another young woman, using a towel as a cloak. She was staring at the fluffy-haired girl and scribbling into a notepad aggressively. Great, more people taking notice. Jude just stared at the ground, arms crossed then. No reason to look at all the gawkers, make the situation worse. Once the little kid explained her side of the story, confirming Jude was just a prick blindly throwing his epithet around, Jude finally peeked up a little bit at the guard.
"My name is Jude Styles, J-U-D-E S-T-Y-L-E-S. My epithet is Remix, object manipulation and duplication type." Jude mumbled, before letting Penny give her name and epithet. No stupid good deed goes unpunished. Idiot.