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Grimoiric Heart

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Grimoiric Heart

Roma Bhakti

Roma Bhakti

Normal and Transformed State

Age: Physically 17
Nationality: Japanese
Bio:

Once upon a time, the name Roma Bhakti was held within the registers of the Grand Ministry. A quiet, soft spoken Magical Girl who, while never one to rouse trouble, failed to stand out as an exceptional paragon of virtue. A magical girl who fit in the background but didn't stand out, not until the day she made a true friend.. A girl with a pure heart and mismatched eyes, who reached out to the quiet girl and pulled Roma into her life.

"She became my everything...Her eyes. Her hair. Her every breath....I had to have them to myself."

Kindness like poison, twisting a quiet girl around and around till she found her thoughts dominated by increasingly dark fixations. In a twist of fate they remained solely within the confines of her mind, her fixation vanishing from the mortal coil, her story supposedly devoured by the tides of Pageless with not a scrap. Or so she was told by the Grand Ministry who sent her to her demise.

"I found myself struck in that moment, staring at the bearer of bad news. I could not deceive myself into disbelief, my powers to keen for illusion, but I was left adrift. No easier could I return to quietly fighting the good fight as a nameless, faceless warrior than I could cast aside the desires running wild in my chest!"

"The mesenger became my first love."

The Ministry struck her name from records, her lack of presence easier to erase from her allies then the horror she had instilled in those came upon the scene of her betrayal. A messenger of the minitry lay broken, alive in only the strictest sense of the word yet lifeless in spirit. The culprit had made no effort to hide her involvement, calmly collecting her belongings and leaving Marrywell as quietly as she first entered. She would return, time and time again with a passion in her breast and a spark of inhumanity in her eye, visiting her love upon the Magical Girls who struck her as true paragons of virtue.

"With my eyes I see their nature's laid bare, and I see the lies they bind themselves in. Lies I once ignored, a nicety of the world I have since left behind. Now....now I will liberate them, and carry them off to my celestial plane."

Whispered of in quiet tones of an alien presence, as ravenous as a Pageless yet once among them, who carries off Magical Girls never to be seen again. Yet still, fewer dare speak of those who seek this figure out, only to return, touched in ways they will never speak of. Truth and lies mix together, made all the more potent a mixture by the Ministry's denial any such being exists at all.

"I walked among those mortals unseen. Now I see all, illuminated by the moon from which I rule upon."

Grimoire

The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter

Classification: Legendary Grimoire.
Description: The story held within Roma's grimoire is over a millenia old, spread across the world from modern re-imaginings to faithful retellings. It stands as the basis of one of the most prolific forms of Magical Girl media, of which Roma took great delight in.

The oldest known form of Monogatari story telling from Japan, it tells of a woodcutter who finds a child the size of his thumb held within a glowing bamboo shoot. Taking her home, she grows into a fully matured woman in a few scant years, possessing unparalled beauty that draws the eyes of suitors most powerful and influential. To the five most prominent suitors she posed impossible tasks, and when each cheated to try and earn her hand, her eyes discerned the truth of the matter and dismissed them.

When the very Emperor of Japan came to have her hand in marriage, she rejected him, claiming she was no citizen of their country and therefore, could not rule at his side. Such was her bearing that he entreated with her for years afterwards, maintain cordial correspondence till such a time came that the woman born from a bamboo shoot admitted the truth of her ancestry. She was born among the Celestial Plane, a child of the moon sent to the Earth, and it was to the moon she would then return. Casting aside her robes to the family that raised, and offering one final letter with an elixir of immortality to the Emperor she had held dear to her heart, she was draped in the mantle of Heaven and cast aside all mortal attachment before rising from the Earth on a silver saucer.

It was said that the Emperor grieved her loss so keenly he destroyed the elixir, unwilling to live an eternity unloved, and sent a vast host of soldiers to deliver his final letter to the peak of the point closest to heaven where it could be burned in hopes of reaching his love. The then active volcano from which the letter was burned would be known as Mt. Fuji.

Abilites:

Eyes of Heaven- To be one detached from the world and it's values is to see them unfettered and unhindered. It is an effect always active to a degree, as even when not transformed Roma carries an uncanny insight into the motives and desires of those she observes, but when transformed she can see it clear as day even if the one observed does not realize their own nature. In an immediate sense, it lets her understand the very body of those she faces, reading their muscles even under the poofiest of garments to follow their movements and judge where to apply pressure of her own, even on a Pageless.

Gifts of Upkeep- The bamboo cutter, upon finding his apopted daughter, found that every stalk of bamboo he cut from then on contained a nugget of gold. This was considered payment for the care of a celestial, and so Roma can offer small tokens of gold to others. She may create them as nuggets, or shape them into trinkets, often personalizing them to suite the heart of whom she observes.

Celestial Host- Being born to the moon by Celestials means she is attended by such celestials, followers who can usher her forth on a flying saucer and aid her as required. When transforming they appear as though from a mirage, garbing her in heavenly vestaments and disappearing as the process ends. Each member of the host is brightly colored and eccentricly styler, aping the very Magical Girls Roma desires most from behind masks of expressive, painted faces.

Vestments of the Moon Princess- Her transformed state comes with its long flowing robes, which contain a gold inlayed fan of great durability, and a pipe that produces a smoke which produces feeling of intense longing, carrying with it the desires of the Emperor as his letter burned atop Mt. Fuji to reach the Heavens. Unconventional though they are, both are considered her weapons and can survive the abuses of any other Magical Girl's tool.

Grimoiric Heart

Evil calls me here.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Lorelai glowed under the attention of her peers, even if one of them was inserting herself rather closely into her personal space, a palpable cold coming off of Tsurara that had Lorelai's arms erupt into gooseflesh. But the drive that had almost the entire lot of them scurry off to the adventurer's guild put off any decision either for or against the sweets-on-sticks. It seemed Otis had something of a talent for herding them all like goats up a mountain, no obstacle more then a momentary distraction before they moved onwards, till at last they arrived.

Arrived, enrolled, and presented with tasks aplenty in short order. Seemingly all thanks to the contribution of a professor of their's that streamlined the process with his arcane inventions. The advance of mechinization replacing hard labor was normally something Lorelai took offense to, a means of robbing her of hard labor that refreshed the spirit and invigorated her body, but in the realms of paperwork she couldn't be happier to see progress made in sparing wrists the world(s) over be spared just a little less signage.

"Oh my, it's that boy who never takes off his armor!" Lorelai chirped, pointing to the open door at someone so well known for their ninja attire, some would consider him a chuuni inspite of being an actual ninja. The grand entrance did not help his reputation in that regard, but Lorelai was willing to look past it so long as he continued to find the time to strip down and wash the grime from his fishnets when no one was around.

"Yup, I'm all set to slay vicious monsters and gather materials for Muramasa-kun. We'll gather so much I'll have to rent a shipping container and send it by boat!" The blonde pumped her fist with on arm while the other pulled the bicep of the princely Aurelius closer to Otis. "Two knights, our master strategist, and....the ninja! That will be a fine party to test our mettle against the creatures of Arcanis!"

They were after all, the most eager to hunt, and enthusiasm was all one needed to come together as a party!

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

It was truly embarrassing that of all the students assembled for their grand departure- Or blaise return, in some cases- to the world beyond the Silver Gate, one arrived with a head swaddled in bandages. Lorelai picked at the now frayed edges, longing to tear them off, but the terrifying presence of the school nurse had her refrain till she was safely across the border.

She was rather ashamed that the cause of her injury was not in training with her spear or enjoying rigorous exerise under the son in her cold war against Arcanis' groundskeepers. No, her skull had met the floor from a case of euphoria induced overstimulation, or in layman's terms, her class had been so exciting she had careless tripped and introduced her cranium to the floorboards at speeds more akin to a named attack then a fluke of poor coordination.

Her Tengu friend had actually made the transfer to their school, and at her side was Seirin. The pair radiant and beaming their joy, a portent to the fun they'd all surely have to come after class hours were through and they were left to bask in all their harbor town had to offer. That there was a third person was entirely blocked from recollection, ill regard to the failed bodyguard unable to taint her fantasies with her presence.

Then to her shock, Otis approached another classmate and asked her out on a date! How could Lorelai not be rendered stricken as her world inverted, the avian turned her preconceptions on their head as he smmooth takled a woman of the cloth till she was rendered an introverted mess of blushing and muttering?

What did her in was Aurellious coming over to hang out. Rather simple, and she agreed immediately. So quickly she just had to jump to her feet to do it, only for the desk to slide forward from under her create a rather spectacular racket.

In short, she won a Darwin Award and missed out on her chance to enjoy any of those wonderful things, only having just escaped the clutches of the horror inducing physician to make it to the field trip, her badge having been stuffed into her blouse by a good samaritan while sprawled across the floor.

But that was all in the distant past, forgotten entirely as she clutched her badge in one hand while adjusting the strap of her spear carrying bag with the other. When the super cool mage finished explaining things she took Aurelios' hand and pulled him towards Otis. "Greetings my fine feathered friend, could you lead us to the adventurer's guild? We had hoped to spar, but with us already here, I think a good hunt and some work in the field will do just as well! Think of all the monsters we can face, and the amazing, glorious adventurers we'll come across along the way!"

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

After stuffing herself with greesy pizza, there were only two courses for Kanbaru. Either she flops over and takes a heavy, dreamless nap while grabbing the nearest person to be her body pillow, or shew works off the ball of cheese in her stomach by stretching her legs. Given that Akiko was the nearest body to grab and Lorelai may genuinely try to kill her for smothering her summoner, the whale was finding the door a tempting option.

Then an unfamiliar voice echoed from outside and she jumped at the opportunity. Boots kicking off the floor she threw herself out the open doorway, curling herself into a roll and springing up with her sword forming across her back and one hand on the hilt. It took a moment to take in the interloper, her state of dress, her massive sword a bit shorter but fuller then her own, and the pair of perky ears on her head.

"Oooh, kitty barbarian!" Kanbaru brightened, rising from her combat roll with a bounce and waving her free hand animatedly inches before Vi-Vi's face. "Are you here for some leftover pizza or looking for a scrap? 'Cause let me tell you, I would love a good tussel to work off that food. So, business or pleasure, what's your choice, stranger~?"

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Enveloped in the warmth of a ramen stall, an upswelling of emotion that complimented the weight of starchy noodles sliding down into her gullet. Her eye drifted to Lady, consious that her noisy slurping was a far cry to the noble's elegant mannerisms, and tried idly to mirror it. A fruitless endeavour but it was a little bit of amusement as she ate, till a nudge beside expanded her awareness to Aurelius.

Her eyes widened, doing a better approximation of an owl then Otis was at the moment. Then her lips quirked upwards and her elbow jut out, bumping his arm softly to keep either from spilling amidst their good humor. "You don't need to thank me when we're all friends here. We've fought traitors and monsters alike, so shouldn't we revel together afterwards as well? It seems the thing warriors tend to do."

"You're swordwork is impressive to me as well, and I had a very nice view of it from atop that fox." Lorelai said glibly, hair swaying merrily as she rocked back on her seat. "Yeah, we should spar some more when we get back on campus. I was surprised how well I could work with Mr. Sleepyhead over there, but he's really shown there's a lot more potential for us to work together!"

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And after a heavy meal came a warm soak, the oddly communal bath doing nothing to dissuade girls and boys alike from enjoying themselves. It didn't even occur to her that the age old anime trope of boys sneaking a peak on bare bodied maidens would occur as she sat near Seirin.

So the floating corpse was spared a slap to the cheek when a lasso of blonde hair in a thick, bouyant braid was swung around his neck. An expert tug brought the corpse rolling gently onto its back, modesty preserved by a sodden towel. The boy floated on the impromptu leash, Lorelai chatting with the other girls blissfully ignorant of any discomfort they might express at the bizarre inclusion of the avian.

If he was so keen to touch her hair, then who was Lorelai to deny him?

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

That Seirin joined the students at their inn was a gift Lorelai wasn't going to question, simply writing it off as those in charge recognizing their achievement in saving Seirin in the first place when their forces could hardly slow down Shinzou before he'd taken their castle from them. And if let her fulfill an age old dream of snuggling a little sister to chest, the warmth of Seirin's form warm and solid against her to persistently affirm their victory that night.

And if Lorelai was between Seirin and the window ensuring any opportunistic assassin had to literally go through her, then all the better. Hopeful and victorious? Yes. Callously disregarding their enemies seemed to be multiplying and escaping? Not a chance.

That didn't keep Lorelai from enjoying a restful night's sleep, a golden bell clutched in hand radiating it's rejuvenating power over the cuddle pile through what remained of the night.

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Being one who could hardly stand being cooped up inside for classes, Lorelai hadn't any overt attraction to video games. TVs where nice when she'd ground her legs to jelly and hadn't the energy to move nor the inclination to sleep, but spending hours at it? Not likely. Yet the mecha of lights and sounds and energy that was Namco had her wishing her home had such an arcade, her attention caught by a myriad of chimes and whistles as every machine clamored to try and claim her coins.

Otis provided a plan of attack. It lasted longer then five minutes before the clawed bandits had robbed the lot of them and they moved on to more engaging games. Dancing, somehow, had become a game. The reasoning behind that escaped Lorelai considering it seemed odd to dance beside a partner rather then facing them, but she couldn't deny that going head to head against Otis was rather fun.

For someone who looked ready to slip into a coma from a lack of sleep that was likely more then just a single missed night of sleep, he still managed to get ahead of her score with a familiarity and flair to his steps.

The warmth she'd clung to in the night returned ten fold as they had crammed themselves into a photobooth, a crush of elbows and knees and so much hair it was a wonder no wonder sneezed from all the follicle tickling. It was silly, an invigorating rush of simply basking in one another's presence and trying to create the most interesting memories for the strips of photo paper to emblaze on their surface.

And thanks to losing her balance, one of those pictures would be of her face planted in Lady's chest. Her ears burned incandesant for quite some time after that.

After that she'd pointed out an older light gun shooter cabinet, Time Crisis 3 emblazoned amidst bright colors, and nudged the Strigidea and Seirin towards it for some light hearted bonding while she dragged the big lug Aurelious towards some VR experience called Beat Saber. Swords weren't her preferred experience but the flailing amidst a catchy tune alongside the hulking warrior made for an experience she wouldn't soon forget.

Ark Riders, Race Across the Stars

Caught between implicit and explicit threats of violence, Claudia perked up as the familiarity of her situation put her at ease. Mavelo may not be law enforement, but they were the only authority that meant a damn when it came to their own races, which put the Pirate and the Gladiator in the role of barely tolerated outlaws.

"Really, Wave, do we need to spell it out for you? You need to award points for style because it'll make the races that much more dangerous. Look at what that bonehead did, blowing up the track, yet in doing so he forced everyone to react in shocking ways. If crossing the line was our only care, we'd be boringly practical, but the racer going for style will be a reckless hellion risking life and limb for glory."

"And I think Rema can tell you a gladiator's glory reflects upon the house of their sponsor and the arena they grace." Claudia flipped her hair back over her shoulder carelessly, her saucy smirk favoring the drone before a harsh handshake threatened to disarm the non-augmented pilot. "Hey there, don't go breaking anything before the race starts! We aren't gonna get a trophy from hobbling each other off the track!"

She laughed, forcing good humor into her voice as she ignored their corporate overlord and endured the wrenching pain of Rema trying to pry her arm free of her body. It passed with a few shakes and Claudia rested her hand on her holstered pistol to hide it's lingering pains. "Come on, we're gonna be taking home the crown regardless of Mavelo growing a brain, so let's unwind till they've gotten their track ready for our afterburners to smoke it."

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Witnessing a miracle was one thing. Riding the creature obliterated by the miracle was another, leaving Lorelai breathless and stiff long after the energy beam and the fox it cored from snout to tail had evaporated into the ether. Her landing to the asphalt and concrete below was markedly less graceful then her normal footwork would have found acceptable, but with her heart thundering loud enough to defean her to the celebrations, she was willing to temporarily forgive a laxity in standards.

Death by laser was definately going to be something she put extra emphasis in avoiding in the future, of that she could be certain, though she wasn't going to attach that aversion to the two who had fired it. Already her eyes sparkled seeing Seirin, victorious and emancipated from her own inability to choose. Even if for but a moment alone and never again, she alone pulled the trigger, and the corona of golden energy pulled to her couldn't have looked more fitting.

What surprised her more was the one who had given her the choice, a student she hadn't considered to have such depths, yet as her eyes saw the new bulge in Seirin's garments he patted for emphasis, it appeared to her he was a more righteous soul then his clipped exterior would entail. Still riding the high of adrenaline her hand reacted without consideration and caught the bell thrown her way from the Strigidea, rolling the golden orb along her palm as it's chime carried a subtle sense of wellness to her ears.

"Caring, brave, understanding, and now generous even with hard fought spoils. I never took you to be so fitting a Samurai. Perhaps with your keen eyes you'll have a career as an art critique between adventures." Lorelai laughed airilly, holding the bell to her chest as she drew in the cooling air of night and relished in its embrace, feet drawing her forwards till she was close enough to clap her other hand to Otis' shoulder, her Yari resting upon her shoulder idly. That his head was turned excessively away didn't perturb her in the least. "We should practise more often together. You're bullets are potent, but I feel I can endure far more powerful effects if we find ourselves battling larger prey then a Kyuubi!"