Lugubrious

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious Hey Lug. I've been thinking over my character alongside my newly made character and I feel like I may want to switch characters. Mine is technically "original", but at the same time compared to everyone else here it still feels less creative compared to everyone elses. I feel like Leonidas will be better fit for this RP than Ghidorah herself. What do you think?

@Lmpkio

If that's what you want, sure, I can make the change.

TWO BECOME ONE

Name: Grant Gospel/Ria Tsurara

Alias: Mika

Race: Human

Sex: Male/Female

Class: Exorcist

Equipment:
The Holy Bible.

Abilities:
Faith: Both are strong followers of Christ and as long as they believe Jesus is God, they are blessed with his love and mercy that endures forever. Their faith progresses from faith to faith through the practice of reading the holy bible daily. Faith is their energy reserves and therefore and equivalent to a Magician's mana and whatever terms is energy reserves labeled and called like how a ninja uses chakra. The premise of using faith is to cleanse iniquities because faith is holy so therefore Exorcist are given the power to kill demons and exorcise demons. An Exorcist's weapons are never carnal but spiritual.

Grant's powers are Faithblade and Passionblade. A near invisible sword that is mostly translucent in form and it is not physical but a spiritual sword. Faithblade is best described as Grant's faith taking in a form of a sword just like how a Mage shapes his or her mana into a sword.

Apart from Faithblade, Grant is able to add fire attribute into Faithblade which makes it entirely visible because Faithblade is shrouded in flames. With fire attribute added unto the blade, it is renamed Passionblade because the flame is colored gold and is twice as hot as the normal flame. Passionblade gives Grant offense which he lacks in Faithblade. Simply put that Grant is an ordinary Swordsman while using Faithblade but with Passionblade, he is a "Magical Swordsman" or a "Fire Bender wielding a sword".

Ria is the opposite to Grant's sword and fire for she wields the shield and the ice faith. Since she is an exorcist, her shield is also a translucent and near invisible and not carnal. She's able to use faithshield which is the equal of faithblade because neither can destroy each other. Ria is a lot smarter than Grant, she knows how to manipulate faith into different shapes and sizes.

Likewise she is able to expand, retract, throw and reshape her Faithshield. Apart from Faithshield, she is able to add ice attribute into faithshield which makes her faithshield cold but not frostbite levels. Ria is able to separately use ice from her faithshield and manipulate into different forms and sizes as a contrast to Grant who just knows how to spam it in blasts.

Grant is the offense while Ria is a balance between offense and defense but dominantly prefers defense.

ONE: At any normal circumstances they cannot separate otherwise Grant will die. Ria is doing all her best to keep him alive. As one body, Grant is fine for the time being just as long as they don't separate. However, both struggle for control. To put it simply, their appearance changes based on who is control at the moment. Whoever is in control, the other is not shut down but simply a conscience that is yearning for control and goodly enough acts as a guide. They can't use their abilities in a synchronized manner in this form unless frenzy triggered

Fighting Style:
Both are Elite Middle Class Exorcists by standards of Theoearth.

Grant prefers to use swords while Ria prefers to use ranged weapons. As Mika they are a combination of both but barely because that depends on who is in control and their state of mind. The former is a master of One Sword Style and the latter is a master of throwing. When Ria is in control, she prefers to fight long range and launch projectiles while in Grant's control he goes up close. Both are equally strategists but Grant prefers to use offense more whereas Ria uses creativity.

It can become confusing because one wouldn't know who is who because it depends on whose soul is in control of whose body. For example if Grant's soul is in control of Ria's body, he will still sound like Ria.

Overall, their performance is still the same as One Being. This however changes in Frenzy.

Personality:
When as one, it is easy to be lead into confusing situations because both sometimes struggle for control and the vernacular term that is best to describe Mika(The alias of this One Being) is Tsundere, a Japanese slang coined meaning of hot and cold. As a matter of fact, they are like fire and ice when one of them becomes dominant; Grant is an idealist and is willing to put others before himself and proactively helps with burning passion but has common sense when things are out of line whereas Ria is a realist and level headed who always plans ahead with sheer coldness of thinking. As Mika, it is different because it is tricky since either of the two's soul will be dominant to take control of the active body, for example; Ria's body but with Grant's soul in control etc.

Bio:
Universe: Theoearth
Theo Mundus or Theoearth is the universe where Grant and Maria belongs to, it is an alternate earth where theocracy is the origin and law; a universe where Exorcists of God defends Paradise Meteora(One of the main capitals from a certain country, amalgam of Israel-Japan-USA-Philippines-China-Russia-UK. Country is called Meteora and its capital is Astoria.) from the forces of Lucifer and any form of corruption. In this earth or rather world, the laws are rather similar to a degree compare to the original earth which is called "Uno Mundus" meaning Earth 1 but this world is where all supernatural seems little or not normal but normal is just an illusion because what's not normal to witness and enact for most earths in this world is normal. For starters, this is a world of Christianity and where Christianity reigns but it's not a paradise because no matter what legend, belief, stories, space and time -- God and Lucifer who are believed to be beings outside of time are always at odds.

Indeed, Theoearth as much as it seems like paradise is always at war, many people question God's will and while they know God exists; people like every other earth never cease to sin and so these sinners easily fall at the hands of Lucifer. Having supernatural abilities is normal because God Jesus is alright with it as long as it does good than bad. There are countless forbidden types of power in this world, one of the foulest would be black magic but foulest of them all would be Space Time Travel. In this world, those who commit time travel are sentenced to Hell as it is an atrocious sin, the epitome of all selfishness and it is extremely blasphemous to the eyes of Jesus.

This is Grant and Maria's origin story.........

During the Sevenfold Blood War, Christ was struck by the Spear of Longinus aka as The Spear of Destiny which struck him before on the cross of chivalry and he just disappeared thus leaving Theoearth at Lucifer's merciless reign. Both flee and Grant's body is nearly devastated which lead Ria use a high level faith spell and together they fused as one being.

Wish: To save Theoearth from the hands of Satan.

Echo: Satan ruling Theoearth.

Appearance:
"NONSTOP SWITCH!"

GIRL

BOY

Frenzy:
|TRUE ONE|
They can now use their abilities in a synchronized manner which makes it more effective.

Inventory: Phylactery

Other:
Upon agreement of Lub and Indra the maker of the character itself. By my statement, this character is Fairy Tail's Gray Fullbuster's level of power in IC regardless if Grant akin to Natsu, still Gray level w/o DeS as well as Ria, both are equally Gray's level of power:
<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

I am done with this. Hopefully this is approved.

@Indra

Fine by me. Go ahead and move them over to the Characters tab.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lazo @GreenGoat @Banana @ScreenAcne @Lmpkio @Roughdragon1 @Sentel @Kapuchu @Hostile @Propro @DracoLunaris @Hatakekuro @Dead Cruiser @Deadnaut @obliviousRoadie

Well folks, it's time to begin. First step is to get us introduced to your character, and to get your character introduced to the personnel of the Inquisitional College. If a general guideline would be helpful, my post might be able to assist in that regard. I'll also answer any questions you may have, as always. For instance, it's not the same College staff that will be visiting everyone. I can't wait to see you all in action!

Oh, and at this point, since there are four remaining NPC slots, anyone who has already made an NPC and wishes to make another may do so. However, I am reserving one of said NPC slots for myself.

@Indra @Mira Yasaka I would recommend finishing your CSes as soon as you are able. If one of you is unable to do so within three days or so, I may cede that person's spot to the first person on the guest list.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Compared to the assemblies of days prior, with their restless moods and competitive atmospheres, where all present either listened in anxious silence or strove to drown out the words of everyone else, today's meeting went as smoothly as the proverbial well-oiled machine. So low-key had the proceedings been, in fact, that the director could hear the rain pattering against the roof of the Inquisitional College with no strain at all. This all made sense, of course; today's was the final gathering of the minds, and instead of a debate, it was more of a last-minute checkup. Everyone knew their place. The outlandish proposal had completed its evolution to primary course of action, and in very short order, the ambitious woman's brainchild would begin. In the end, the idea condemned by some of her peers had been remarkably simple. Once the professors agreed to open the Vault, and put an effort into understanding the city's treasures accumulated therein, it had been smooth sailing. Felicity Wernicke, former head of the College's exploration department and now the director of the tournament, liked to think it was meant to be.

The sound of table legs dragging across the ground stirred her from her reverie. She gave a pointed glance at the culprit, a certain Professor Barnaby, whose excess weight bore down upon his seat as he scooted backward from the table to depart. Giving an obfuscating smile, the red-bearded man shuffled toward the exit after the others. He was one of the last ones to go, leaving Felicity alone at the great oval conference table. Knowing that she couldn't delay getting started any longer, she stood up with sudden speed and made her way toward the exit. She only paused to glance out the softly-lit room's northern window, with the rain streaming down its face, at the murky outline of a city in the distance. “Soon,” she murmured, “Your secrets will come to light.”

Once out of the room, she found herself flanked by college personnel on each side, and without skipping a beat Felicity made haste down three flights of stairs to the College's sublevel. Bit by bit, her entourage split off, until the director stood alone before a reinforced sliding door with nobody at her side but every eye upon her. She could feel the pressure enveloping her, and couldn't help but swallow as she swiped her ID card in the door's console. Like the door of an ancient, cursed tomb, the barrier fell away with ominous slowness, and Felicity made her way inside.

In the middle of the blackened room, a pedestal stood by itself, and wreathed on all sides by silent dark a ledger sat alone upon it. A single theatrical light shone down on it from above. Felicity strode toward it, her subconscious keeping her footsteps muted even though this artifact had been proven time and time again to be harmless. Gingerly, she plucked the booklet from the pedestal, and adjusted her glasses to better read in the insufficient light. Only a few days ago, thirty-two blanks had adorned its face, but now each line was filled. The Lady in White. The God Hand She scanned farther down. Fin, the Cop. With a delicate index finger and thumb, she peeled the first page halfway back, revealing information on the so-called Lady in White written in a plain, formal hand. So these were the ones. “You've made your choice then, Ghostwriter. Your task is done, and the preparations are made. Now it is time to act.” Felicity tucked the ledger beneath her arm, turned on her heel, and vacated the room with a purposeful stride. She winced to be back in the brightly-lit corridor following the almost tangible darkness of the now empty room, but when her eyes adjusted, she was greeted by the sight of sixty-four of her coworkers. Some were young, some were old, some tall, and some short, but all, be they new employees or members of the College since before its official founding, were on board for the task at hand.

One by one, she tore the pages from the ledger, handing them to the pairs that had formed before her arrival. “Once you have your page, proceed out of the building,” she commanded in a clear, authoritative voice. “Take one lantern per pair from the table we've set up by the main door. The storm around the College will have reached its peak intensity. Walk into the storm unafraid, and on the other side, you'll find someone we're looking for. The chosen few have been selected based on the strength of their desire, and should not be difficult to persuade once you reveal you know their deepest desire. Keep in mind that the lantern will help compel them to follow you, but it is your logic or charisma that must bring them through the storm back to this island. Understood?”

The staff voiced its collective affirmation, and got to work. Ledger in hand, Felicity followed them back up the stairs and to the College's front door, then stopped to watch them. One after another, the pairs disappeared into the deluge. Felicity looked behind her, toward the atrium where, in short order, the magic would happen. Perhaps more remarkable, though, was the beat of her heart. Despite her old age, it seemed, she could be moved to near-giddiness by excitement, even if her mature composition managed to cover it up. So much work had been done to lay the foundation for this tournament in which history would be made. This competition—the Crucible, which like its namesake would serve as the iron cauldron where all the different elements, full of ambiguity, would be melted down and recombined into something new.

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Knight Sylvestre

Location: Malingurd Perimeter - Wall Exterior

Another boring, uneventful afternoon.

Aside from the odd deer, rabbit, or raccoon, nothing stirred in the woods and meadows beyond the stone ramparts on Malingurd. Guard duty, particularly when alone, never failed to elicit groans from the brave men of the city's militia, but not so for Cyril. Leaning back against the wall, with nobody around in either direction for hundreds of meters, and with the wilderness stretched out before him, Cyril felt at peace. So what if guard duty was boring? He would rather spend a hundred days straight on this patch of earth just to be sure that there was no trouble rather than be called to quell some sort of gang war within the city, or to march out to fend off monsters or bandits attacking a nearby village only to arrive too late to do anything but bury the bodies. These were no mere thoughts, either; danger was a constant reality. This was, beyond all doubt, a cruel and hostile world. Cyril agreed with the scholars who postulated that the world's perils had kept civilization from advancing, but there was nothing to be done. So long as humanity remained disunited, where new technological and scientific discoveries were often lost as soon as they were discovered, the sorry state of things would remain.

His spirits had lifted after the rain started at about three. The rain would help the farmers and stimulate the rivers, turning the waterwheels that powered some of the machines. More monsters might come out under cover of rain, but they were just as likely to hide themselves away in their holes, and vagrants were unlikely to venture out across the muddy roads. To Cyril, the gentle pattern of rain became a soothing drone, and as he sat on his stool with his shield above his head to keep dry, he couldn't help but to let his eyes close for a few moments. Far above, the sky grew darker, its leakage coming down harder and faster, and Cyril stared outward into the gray distance, unmoving. Through the deluge, he did not hear the sound of footsteps until their owners stopped only a few meters away to stare at him. Cyril's eyes blinked open, and with some surprise he spotted two strangers in pale green cloaks. “What Who goes there?”

The smaller of the pair spoke. “Hold on a moment, do not fret. We are travelers, and I have something for you that I'm sure will catch your interest.” He reached into a pocket. In the dim light, Cyril craned his eyes to see. He couldn't get an idea what it was until it glinted in the half-light. With a yell, the knight lowered his shield to cover his face, and the traveler -robbed of his target- changed direction mid-throw to hurl his knife at Cyril's foot instead. The weapon, possessed of an unusual gleaming blade, pierced his boot and stuck in his foot. Suddenly awash in pain and struggling to shrug off his sleepiness, the knight gripped his halberd with both hands and swung. From parts unknown the other stranger had produced a buckler, but instead of trying to block the weapon he dodged backward, and with his foot sent up a splash of mud. The miss did not go unnoticed. Reasoning that the knife-thrower would be able to dodge out of the way as well, Cyril halted his weapon mid-slash and thrust outward instead. Expecting to rush in after the dodge and clean up with another knife to the throat, the vagrant found the halberd head buried in his sternum, and with a surprised gurgle dropped on the spot. The wound to Cyril's foot plus his weapon getting stuck plus the rain meant that Cyril's halberd slipped out of his hands, leaving him wide open to the second, hatchet-wielding marauder. He edged backward, evading the first swing by an alarmingly minuscule margin, and raised his shield arm.

A new noise cut through the rain—a ear-rattling blast, and no sooner did Cyril hear it than his remaining assailant flop to the ground, blood streaming from an ugly hole in his head. Still panicked, Cyril searched his surroundings, but turned up only a light in the rain. He noticed after a moment that it was growing closer, and another few seconds later another pair of strangers emerged from the downpour. This pair wore odd black coats and carried umbrellas as well as a lantern, the glow of which Cyril found a welcoming fight. From their faces the knight could glean nothing—they looked normal enough, yet the portly, red-bearded one without a lantern had just extinguished a life with the smoking metal device he clutched in one hand. Cyril's eyes widened a touch, and he demanded, “Who are you? Rival band? Vigilantes? You don't look like militia.”

The man with the gun had already put it away, and he replied, “No, we're not from this place. Good thing we happened along in time, eh? Another moment and you would've been kindling.”

Cyril scowled. “Oh, alright. If you say so, Sun Tzu. Nevermind the fact that the next second I would have been up against the wall and used its hard surface to jump off and rip that fool's head off with this.” With a smooth roar more like the song of glass than a motor, the saw in his shield span to life, and Cyril reached out with his right hand to grab the lantern-holder by the shoulder. “Do you think I'm some green stripling? Where the heck did you get a gun, and what are you doing in Malingurd?” His shield span threateningly, its moving edge a ring of brilliant light in the dreary day.

Holding up his hands, placating, the man intoned in a powerful bass, “Hold on, Cyril Boniface, soldier of misfortune! We mean you no harm. We've come from a place called the City of Echoes to offer you an opportunity. There is a tournament being held there, and the prize is one wish.” He rummaged in a pocket.

In a second Cyril whipped toward him. “Easy! You put one finger on that gun, and you'll be a lot shorter.” He gave a derisive snort. “Feh! A wish. A child could have come up with a better lie. How do you know my name?”

“We've been watching you, Cyril. We know you long for a better world, one without fear and tragedy, a world where people can live in peace, free of any evil.”

Despite his best effort to hide it, Cyril flinched. He didn't dare believe what his ears told him, but somehow, these people knew the fantasy vision that dwelt in a tiny corner of his mind. His voice, however, remained steely as the teeth of his saw. “Right. And you'll just magic it all away.”

”Yes.” The man's voice struck Cyril as oddly intense. “If you win the tournament, a machine will grant you your greatest desire. Cyril, you are a brilliant and brutal fighter with a good heart, but you know you can't make a difference in this world alone. What I'm saying is true, but even if it isn't, could you really take that chance, knowing what technology can do?”

For the first time, the knight really felt the cold of the rain running down his back and making his shirt cling to his chest beneath his armor, but it wasn't the only chill that plagued him. No doubt helped by the pain in his foot, the world looked to him like it was swimming, and a dozen inner voices assaulted his mind. Part of him wanted to attack these people on the spot for knowing too much about him, or for trivializing the world's suffering by suggesting there might be an easy cure, but some insane part of him told him to listen. This man spouted nonsense, but could Cyril really take that chance? He found himself staring at the lantern light as though it were a crystal ball in which he could divine the answer. Deep breath. Deep breath. He took several, then stared the bearded man straight in the face. All common sense told him to say no, but long ago he had believed in heroes, and even if he stopped believing, for a man who wanted to be able to say he always did the right thing, there was only once choice. “Show me.”

The man smiled. Cyril bristled. As genuine as this fellow looked, something about that smile put him off. It didn't say that what he was peddling was a lie, but rather than the truth might not be what Cyril expected. “Good. My name is Edward Barnaby, and this is my wife Dr. Raleigh Barnaby. Please follow us.” They turned and strode fearlessly into the storm, which if anything had grown even thicker. What, they were kind enough to set up this tourney in walking distance? Cyril followed, quickly forced to use the lantern to make them out in the pounding rain and violent wind. He stooped to remove the knife from his foot, causing a fresh blossom of pain, but the knight grit his teeth and powered through it all.

Without warning, the storm let off. Visibility returned, but Cyril, who expected to see a stretch of grass or a couple of trees, almost jumped out of his skin to find himself standing in the center of a paved courtyard in front of a huge, unfamiliar-looking building, with the silhouette of a massive city on the horizon. “...Whoa.” Up ahead, the Barnabys were waiting, and all of a sudden rather inclined to believe in magic, Cyril took a deep breath and marched forward into the foyer of the Inquisitional College.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Since the roster isn't quite full, I cannot quite complete the map of the City, but I can hopefully draft the OP today and get the RP started.

Hey guys

If anyone wants to use it, I just had an idea for an NPC or character. A man / woman classified as a druid and fighting using a magic that causes seeds to grow rapidly, vines to sprout out from the ground, or can even enhance plants and seeds to become more powerful. For example he carries a pouch of plant seeds and can throw one that is the seed of a plant that unleashes poisonous gas. He then makes it grow and enhances it, making it much larger than it was before and enabling it to paralysed humanoids up from just insects are small mammals when it was just a normal plant.

In other words this character doesn't actually fight themselves but can make plants fight for them, so to speak.

@kapuchu

Not bad, but Banana's Fungal Knight does something somewhat similar, right?

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious You forgot my second character Lug.

@Lmpkio

I didn't, but if it's not an NPC, there's nothing for me to do with it, right? Unless you're making a contingency plan way in advance to bring in a second character as a 'spectator' should Ghidorah die in the tournament.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Yay, I've posted for Ferris. 👏🏻👏🏻🎉🎉

Its been awhile. >.>

Anyway, about the Wrestling event, what details do you have that I may need to know about it? (Location, time, opponent, ect) Do I need to move Ferris there soon?

@Crimson Raven

I'll make the information apparent when we move on in a short while.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

LET'S MAKE WAY FOR OUR GENDER BENDING EXORCISTS!

TWO BECOME ONE

Name: Grant Gospel/Ria Tsurara

Alias: Mika

Race: Human

Sex: Male/Female

Class: Exorcist

Equipment:
The Holy Bible.

Abilities:
Faith: Both are strong followers of Christ and as long as they believe Jesus is God, they are blessed with his love and mercy that endures forever.

Grant's abilities
Faithblade
Grant is able to use the "invisible sword"(near invisible and something along the lines of translucent.) which is most effective in combating demons. It can be enhanced with bible verses to make its cutting power effective. Faithblade is mostly effective if Grant is full of confidence but if he feels discouragement and doubt, it will not operate.

Passionblade
With flame of faith attribute, Faithblade is now on fire and packs more offense as it can be shaped into different forms of weapon but on fire!

Ria's abilties
Judgeseye
When in use, Ria's eyes becomes sky blue with silver cross symbol in each eye. This allows her to see "colors" of energies and to a certain extent, understanding of how a demon's physiology works. It also gives her some resistance against mind based attacks.

Faithshield
Ria is able to use the "invisible shield"(near invisible and something along the lines of translucent.) and it is also effective against demons. Like Faithblade, it can also be empowered by bible verses. For every faith power's strength, it is only measured by the capacity of the user's faith and how far will their faith take them. She's able to use the shield like a boomerang and the shield expands depending on the impact of the attack it receives. The shield is not invincible because it is measured on her faith.

Arcticjudge
As oppose to Grant's fire faith element, Ria herself is able to use Ice Faith. Her fighting style is that of an Ice Mage but long range, she's capable of geysers, blizzards, and blasts.

Fighting Style:
Both are Elite Middle Class Exorcists by standards of Theoearth.

Grant prefers to use swords while Ria prefers to use ranged weapons. As Mika they are a combination of both but barely because that depends on who is in control and their state of mind. The former is a master of One Sword Style and the latter is a master of throwing. When Ria is in control, she prefers to fight long range and launch projectiles while in Grant's control he goes up close. Both are equally strategists but Grant prefers to use offense more whereas Ria uses creativity.

It can become confusing because one wouldn't know who is who because it depends on whose soul is in control of whose body. For example if Grant's soul is in control of Ria's body, he will still sound like Ria.

Overall, their performance is still the same as One Being. This however changes in Frenzy.

Personality:
When as one, it is easy to be lead into confusing situations because both sometimes struggle for control and the vernacular term that is best to describe Mika(The alias of this One Being) is Tsundere, a Japanese slang coined meaning of hot and cold. As a matter of fact, they are like fire and ice when one of them becomes dominant; Grant is an idealist and is willing to put others before himself and proactively helps with burning passion but has common sense when things are out of line whereas Ria is a realist and level headed who always plans ahead with sheer coldness of thinking. As Mika, it is different because it is tricky since either of the two's soul will be dominant to take control of the active body, for example; Ria's body but with Grant's soul in control etc.

Bio:
Universe: Theoearth
Theo Mundus or Theoearth is the universe where Grant and Maria belongs to, it is an alternate earth where theocracy is the origin and law; a universe where Exorcists of God defends Paradise Meteora(One of the main capitals from a certain country, amalgam of Israel-Japan-USA-Philippines-China-Russia-UK. Country is called Meteora and its capital is Astoria.) from the forces of Lucifer and any form of corruption. In this earth or rather world, the laws are rather similar to a degree compare to the original earth which is called "Uno Mundus" meaning Earth 1 but this world is where all supernatural seems little or not normal but normal is just an illusion because what's not normal to witness and enact for most earths in this world is normal. For starters, this is a world of Christianity and where Christianity reigns but it's not a paradise because no matter what legend, belief, stories, space and time -- God and Lucifer who are believed to be beings outside of time are always at odds.

Indeed, Theoearth as much as it seems like paradise is always at war, many people question God's will and while they know God exists; people like every other earth never cease to sin and so these sinners easily fall at the hands of Lucifer. Having supernatural abilities is normal because God Jesus is alright with it as long as it does good than bad. There are countless forbidden types of power in this world, one of the foulest would be black magic but foulest of them all would be Space Time Travel. In this world, those who commit time travel are sentenced to Hell as it is an atrocious sin, the epitome of all selfishness and it is extremely blasphemous to the eyes of Jesus.

God is basically how he is portrayed and known in every verse or so, "The Almighty". It is said that in this world is that God has his Angels protecting the timeline or what you call the "Sphere of Historia" which is an endless void of wormhole that connects to multiple verses and so does Lucifer and his demons who are messing with it.

This is Grant and Maria's origin story.........

During the Sevenfold Blood War, Christ was struck by the spear of longinus aka as The Spear of Destiny which struck him before on the cross of chivalry and he just disappeared thus leaving Theoearth at Lucifer's merciless reign. In order to stop Lucifer who ascended as Satan in his reign of terror, Grant and Maria did the blasphemous and that is by travelling through the multiverse. They are later fused under one body as a side effect of multiverse travel, causes unknown and why and how. Neither has control of their body and they are one body like gender bending.

Wish: To save Theoearth from the hands of Satan because they believe they will be free from the bondage of being One Being.

Echo: Fused Being, they are essentially one being now and it is uncontrollable because at one moment Maria is in control and her own body and one moment later it is Grant who is in his own body and his own control. It gets even worse! Randomly, Grant's soul is in control of Maria's body and vice versa.

Appearance:
"NONSTOP SWITCH!"

GIRL

BOY

Frenzy:
|TRUE ONE|
In Frenzy, both body and soul are one, it doesn't matter whose body is who but their spirit being as one. They can now use their faith abilities simultaneously which they could never do in "One Being" state. In scientific terms, their fire and ice abilities are combined and resembles Thermokinesis more. Even their faith blade and shield can be used like a Knight fighting a dragon. They can only be "TRUE ONE" if both are in good terms with each other. The shield becomes that of a mirror and the sword is longer and visible. Not to mention, their hair is white and has a holy aura.

Two finisher abilities are gained while in this state. Mirror of Truth and Sword of Rebuke which acts as finishers. Mirror of Truth shows ones darkest and deepest secrets and is surrounded by house of mirrors and torments them by showing all of it ala loop style. Sword of Rebuke reaches not only the flesh but also the spirit, it can damage the flesh and spirit.

They emerge as High Exorcists but only in this state.

Inventory: Phylactery

Other:
Upon agreement of Lub and Indra the maker of the character itself. By my statement, this character is Fairy Tail's Gray Fullbuster's level of power in IC regardless if Grant akin to Natsu, still Gray level w/o DeS as well as Ria, both are equally Gray's level of power:
<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

When in TRUE ONE aka FRENZY STATE, they are ultimately the power level of Devil Slayer Gray that fought E.N.D.

There we go.

@Indra

Overall it's pretty good. The backstory interested me in particular; as a Christian myself, I am always intrigued by somewhat mythological takes on the whole tradition. There are only two things I would like to have some attention paid to. The first is that I'd like you to make an extra paragraph in the abilities section to discuss the genderbending and how it works. Right now, anyone who would be tasked with playing your character in a duel would undoubtedly be tripped up by its exact mechanics. The second is that the Echo is supposed to be a location, not whatever you have at the moment. Once those changes are done, you'll be able to join.

aye @Lugubrious scope this shit my G i finished it

Fin, the Cop

Name: Finimor Thoedrun

Alias: Fin, the Cop

Race: Rythulian/Wanderer

Sex: Male

Class: Gunman

Equipment:
-Siglico & Valencino Mk. IV .44 Handgun - Emits a bright fluorescent blue glow from its inside
-Sacred Scarf - 6 ft long, charged with a strange energy depicted in glowing white symbols.

Abilities:
-Scarf-based Flight - Fin's strange scarf allows him to float upwards for about 6 seconds. Afterwards, it must be recharged - by itself, it recharges for around 35 seconds, or it may recharge for up to 5 seconds, depending on how close it is to an electric or magnetic field.
-Wanderer's Voice - There is a special addition to Fin's larynx which allows him the use of the Wanderer's Voice - a peculiar way of speech used for operating or activating things. The sound is either a short "chirp", or a drawn-out, chiming "call". It activates any electrical or magical devices within range. The physical range of its effects depends on how loud he calls.
-Quickdraw - Fin's apparent career as a policeman in a vast, booming and violent city has earned him skills similar to a character from a Wild West movie - "Quicker draw and better aim than any crook, as was required of us."
-Bloodhound Snout - Fin's physiology, similar to a canine, allows him an increased sense of smell - a single whiff of the enemy's general stench and he can quickly track them down from a dozen miles away.
-Cat People- Another thing "they had to learn in the academy" was how to move quickly, yet silently and without being seen - similar to a cat. The common Rythulian's small weight helped with that. An addition to their training was how to make the most out of another peculiar part of their physiology - their ability to adjust very well and very quickly to the dark.

Fighting Style: A good cop from Fin's home city would follow a quite militaristic principle - shoot first, ask questions later. Fin takes this principle very seriously, as he always tries his hardest to make absolutely sure to engage at the enemy before they do. In fact, he doesn't even let them attack at all - his basic tactic is to fire all six shots from his gun towards them as rapidly as he can and reload as quickly as his ashy hands can. If available, he will use any nearby electrical or magical device to trap or - in this particular case - kill the crook he is pursuing.

Personality: Fin seems quite stoic, but under the guise of a cold-hearted, robotic policeman only loyal to the concept of law and order lies a surprisingly smart and sensitive man. His greatest fear is failure, which is why he is so extremely diligent in his work. He has always relied on his gut-feeling, seeing as it's seemed to have saved his life numerous times in the past. He always approaches other people with extreme caution and uses short sentences, as he is more used to work-related situations where he could be stabbed at any moment. For this, he keeps a slightly bigger distance than a normal person would and has a tendency to stare, which is something he himself isn't aware of.

Bio: Fin lost most of his memories since his civilization ended abruptly as a result of a Civil War. Although the only life he's ever truly known is that in the Wastes - roaming the sands, visiting ruins and meeting the occasional fellow Wanderer - he does seem to remember small bits of his past life, such as a vast city, his time serving the local police, skills and principles acquired from the police, the city's Law, and a very vague yet specific memory of skyscrapers falling down and collapsing into clouds of dust and smoke, the ear-piercing sounds of guns being fired nearby, the smell of blood, iron and gunpowder, the rumbling feeling of explosive shockwaves and the dead body of someone he feels must've been very important to him. He prefers not to talk or think too much about that particular memory, as it always makes him dizzy when it comes to mind.

Wish: His greatest wish is to not be afraid of failure anymore. He never truly made any friends in the Wastes because of this crippling phobia for failure.

Echo: A pile of ruins inhabited by a small colony of Wanderers, all of them good friends of each other - people he can trust. Around the ruins - a vast, golden sea of sand reflects the light from the sun. Distant silhouettes of more, slightly bigger ruins nearby. In the horizon - a tall, tall mountain with a crack at the very tip of it. The crack emits a beacon of light. A feeling of being beckoned when one looks at the beacon. Additionally, a vague memory of upbeat music from before the Civil War playing in his head.

Appearance:

Drawings of Fin

A younger Fin, several months after the start of his career.





Present-day Fin.

His scarf is scarlet and it is bordered with strips of golden silk. The golden silk glows and symbols appear upon it when in use or when recharging

Frenzy: A black, steaming liquid begins oozing out of Fin's mouth. Cataracts form up on his eyes. He begins rambling about how the opponent is guilty and is sentenced to death.

The black liquid proceeds to slowly consume his body in the form of dark tendrils. He can eject some of it from his mouth. The more his body is consumed, the further he can eject the liquid from his mouth. The black liquid has potent acidic properties, so once it touches an enemy, it causes excruciating pain to them and begins to consume them too. Fin, on the other hand, is unaffected by any pain, although his body still suffers damage. Any wounds inflicted upon him or anyone affected by the liquid makes the consumption quicker.

Once it consumes his scarf, it needs no recharging and he can fly indefinitely. However, the scarf also begins to slowly dissolve.

Once his entire body is consumed, his flesh begins to crack and he can eject more liquid from the cracks.

In hand-to-hand combat, his hands will be able to inflict gruesome wounds, and he will engage in fisticuffs as a last resort.

Inventory: Phylactery

@obliviousRoadie

Looks good to me. Go ahead and port it over.

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

Ah my bad, I hadn't noticed, my apologies.

Also my bad, I'll rewrite it in case the first problem resolves itself, wasn't particularly attached to her backstory really, don't know why I imagined the Crucible was a recurring thing. I'm glad the powers alright though.

Its alright, the characters recycled from an old Rp, only a few elements are new.

@ColouredCyan

Thank you for understanding. Once again, my apologies.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious, Are you still accepting characters? Mine is expecting to talk her way through the Crucible, and win.

Garbage, the Anti-Combat Saboteur

Name: Ms. Michelle "Shelly" Dunnst
Alias: Garbage
Race: Metahuman
Sex: Female
Class: Anti-Combat Saboteur
Equipment: Accordion, Mini Speakers, Ultrabright LED Torches, Empty Vials, A sharp knife.
Abilities:

High Social Intelligence: Shelly reads people's feelings like children's books. In conjunction with conversation she is capable of gleaning a lot more information than most.

Sensory Persuasion: Sensing Shelly induces Synesthesia, causing temporary changes in perception, tastes and opinions of the sensor. The intensity of the perception correlates positively with the magnitude of change. For example, passively gazing at or listening to Shelly offers little to no change after a short period of exposure. However the feeling of Shelly against your bare skin has the chance to drastically alter current priorities and occasionally warp perception of reality. Its thought that Shelly gives off an "aura", a complex array of sensory information at all times (even when trying to do nothing), including but not limited to visual cues, pheromones, voice modulations, tactile stimuli and secretions in sweat that induce over stimulation and under stimulation in both the sensory and memory section of the brain leading to temporary changes. These changes start off as quite random, however Shelly tunes herself unconsciously becoming more better and better at controlling the experiences she induces in those paying attention to her. It is unknown what effect Shelly has on those with extrasensory abilities, although the link between intensity of the sensing and amount of change to tastes and opinions is likely to hold true.

Fighting Style: Pacifist. Entirely unskilled in combat. Prefers talking it out.

Personality: Bold, independent and verifiably the best taste in fashion known to man, Shelly is a force to reckoned with. She's by no means clever but doesn't often find herself outwitted, nor is she especially tough. Shelly's true strength relies on her ability to read the situation and read people, diffusing situations with her social skills, her patience and her compassion. Shelly's learnt not to be shy, her behaviour has a more lasting effect on people than her powers do. She's a natural diplomat and if it weren't for the Crucible she would probably already climbing the political ladder. Everyone who has ever spent time with Shelly would tell you she was charming, in an little odd way, and certainly a delight to be with. Shelly is very open with others, deep down however, she still finds it tough to trust others, and more worryingly, this mistrust has always scaled with compatibility. The best way to describe how close she lets people get to her is "arms length", but you wouldn't know this until you REALLY pushed this boundary as she is well equipped to hide it.

Wish: End the Crucible, for good.

Echo: The old family farmhouse, it long winding path to the main road, the telegraph poles and the surrounding fields of rapeseed oil. Dark clouds circle overhead, threatening to rain but never quite getting there. The wind gusts up periodically, the yellow flowered crop succumbing to its strength and swaying with it. A body kneels at the threshold to the house in front of the door, a hand gesturing as if to be handing something over. A pained, defeated expression is painted irremovably on its face. Shelly has no recollection of her parent's old home out in the country from when she was little, her mother and Shelly moved out when she was much too wee. Shelly's Echo of the farmhouse is based entirely on the video footage of her late father's trip into the Crucible, which she has studied more carefully than she cares to admit.

Bio: Shelly has spent the entirety of her adult years training for the Crucible; aged only 23 Shelly even admits it isn't hasn't been long. Shelly's confidence in her abilities and her Mother's declining health have been her primary motivators for signing up this season. She can't keep putting it off either, Maybe next year? The year after? When does that end? She's ready, the time is nigh. Shelly's biggest worry is her Mother; Mum knows Shelly's flying the coop but doesn't yet know she's heading to the Crucible, she's under the impression she's moving in with a boyfriend. She'll find out eventually, but Shelly hopes the tournament will be close to ending before then. Shelly isn't much worried about death, despite that being a real threat in this tournament, she'll never give anyone a reason to take her life. Anyone that can't be reasoned with she'll be more than willing to offer the phylactery too and suffer the consequences.

Appearance:
Shelly has curly shoulder length dark brown hair, usually tied up behind her right ear with an aging, but still functioning, fluffy Miffy scrunchy. Exceptionally Dark brown eyes adorn her tan face, dark enough that without good light its tough to see where pupil ends and iris begins. An innocent button nose betrays her age, however her personality will set you straight again. At 5'3" she's a shorty but her high, wide hips give her legs the impression of length. Her training has toned her physique, but she's by no means muscular.

Garbage wears a black hooded cloak, which obscures physique and accordion entirely, and can be tied together to keep closed with a gold ribbon. The hood is large an makes it difficult to see that shes also wearing a superhero style domino eye mask and an earpiece with tiny microphone attached. Out from the bottom of the cloak you can just about make out a pair of combat boots. Underneath is Garbage's "supersuit", which is designed for maximum exposure without compromising on necessary protection. Garbage chooses to wear a white low cut boyshort leotard. Two red vertical stripes run up the suit and down the back. Her "utility belt" is little more than a bum bag decorated with red ruffles that contains some of her potent weapons.

Frenzy: Shelly loses control of her power, transmitting all her dreadful, insanity driven feelings to all others that are paying attention to her, forcibly. The sheer intensity of it leaving most of their sensory and memory faculties hugely impaired with garbage information, manifesting itself in experiences like hallucinations, blindness, deafness, false memories, amnesia, the sensation of slow time and out of body experiences. It also activates Frenzy in her victims.

Failing to obtain a soul returns her to previous state of control giving her back the ability to focus and tune, however she too is now a victim of her own powers and is just as liable to disable herself as she is others.

Inventory: Phylactery

@ColouredCyan

There are a couple problems. First off, the RP's status is 'full'. The two remaining player spots belong to @Indra and @Mira Yasaka. That means I'm actually not accepting, unless one were to give up the slot.

Second, the central premise of the character's backstory is misguided. The Crucible is something that, in terms of this story, just started to exist for the first time. This is the first official tournament, and it's not supposed to be some sort of recurring societal thing like the Hunger Games; it is a private event, with the participants spontaneously joining.

With these two things in mind, I must decline this concept, though I am sorry to put to waste all the work you did.

here's my NPC my dudes

Fin, the Cop

Name: Finimoure Thoedrun

Alias: Fin, the Cop

Race: Rythulian/Wanderer

Sex: Male

Class: Gunman

Equipment:
-Siglico & Valencino Mk. IV .44 Handgun - Emits a bright fluorescent blue glow from its inside
-Sacred Scarf - 6 ft long, charged with a strange energy depicted in glowing white symbols.

Abilities:
-Scarf-based Flight - Fin's strange scarf allows him to float upwards for about 6 seconds. Afterwards, it must be recharged - by itself, it recharges for around 35 seconds, or it may recharge for up to 5 seconds, depending on how close it is to an electric or magnetic field.
-Wanderer's Voice - There is a special addition to Fin's larynx which allows him the use of the Wanderer's Voice - a peculiar way of speech used for operating or activating things. The sound is either a short "chirp", or a drawn-out, chiming "call". It activates any electrical or magical devices within range. The physical range of its effects depends on how loud he calls.
-Quickdraw - Fin's apparent career as a policeman in a vast, booming and violent city has earned him skills similar to a character from a Wild West movie - "Quicker draw and better aim than any crook, as was required of us."
-Bloodhound Snout - Fin's physiology, similar to a canine, allows him an increased sense of smell - a single whiff of the enemy's general stench and he can quickly track them down from a dozen miles away.
-Cat People- Another thing "they had to learn in the academy" was how to move quickly, yet silently and without being seen - similar to a cat. The common Rythulian's small weight helped with that. An addition to their training was how to make the most out of another peculiar part of their physiology - their ability to adjust very well and very quickly to the dark.

Fighting Style: A good cop from Fin's home city would follow a quite militaristic principle - shoot first, ask questions later. Fin takes this principle very seriously, as he always tries his hardest to make absolutely sure to engage at the enemy before they do. In fact, he doesn't even let them attack at all - his basic tactic is to fire all six shots from his gun towards them as rapidly as he can and reload as quickly as his ashy hands can. If available, he will use any nearby electrical or magical device to trap or - in this particular case - kill the crook he is pursuing.

Personality: Fin seems quite stoic, but under the guise of a cold-hearted, robotic policeman only loyal to the concept of law and order lies a surprisingly smart and sensitive man. His greatest fear is failure, which is why he is so extremely diligent in his work. He has always relied on his gut-feeling, seeing as it's seemed to have saved his life numerous times in the past. He always approaches other people with extreme caution and uses short sentences, as he is more used to work-related situations where he could be stabbed at any moment. For this, he keeps a slightly bigger distance than a normal person would and has a tendency to stare, which is something he himself isn't aware of.

Bio: Fin lost most of his memories since his civilization ended abruptly as a result of a Civil War. Although the only life he's ever truly known is that in the Wastes - roaming the sands, visiting ruins and meeting the occasional fellow Wanderer - he does seem to remember small bits of his past life, such as a vast city, his time serving the local police, skills and principles acquired from the police, the city's Law, and a very vague yet specific memory of skyscrapers falling down and collapsing into clouds of dust and smoke, the ear-piercing sounds of guns being fired nearby, the smell of blood, iron and gunpowder, the rumbling feeling of explosive shockwaves and the dead body of someone he feels must've been very important to him. He prefers not to talk or think too much about that particular memory, as it always makes him dizzy when it comes to mind.

Wish: His greatest wish is to not be afraid of failure anymore. He never truly made any friends in the Wastes because of this crippling phobia for failure.

Echo: A pile of ruins inhabited by a small colony of Wanderers, all of them good friends of each other - people he can trust. Around the ruins - a vast, golden sea of sand reflects the light from the sun. Distant silhouettes of more, slightly bigger ruins nearby. In the horizon - a tall, tall mountain with a crack at the very tip of it. The crack emits a beacon of light. A feeling of being beckoned when one looks at the beacon. Additionally, a vague memory of upbeat music from before the Civil War playing in his head.

Appearance:

Drawings of Fin

A younger Fin, several months after the start of his career.





Present-day Fin.

His scarf is scarlet and it is bordered with strips of golden silk. The golden silk glows and symbols appear upon it when in use or when recharging

Frenzy: CURRENTLY WORK IN PROGRESS

Inventory: Phylactery

@obliviousRoadie

Not quite done, but the abilities are fine as is, so just notify me when you complete the Frenzy and I'll give the okay.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@ScreenAcne the characters tab is for things I've personally approved alone. Please remove whatever it is you just put there when you get the chance. If you require somewhere to put your ideas so that you want to remember them or to get them out of your system, I would recommend a word document. If you want to share them with someone, I'd recommend the characters subforum of the RP guild, or the SCP foundation website. I am not interested in any kind of expansions of the Crucible's universe beyond what I specifically ask for.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious Altered it so that she gets enhanced strength "for a badger's standards" but is still a rabid beast that's unlikely to dodge and can't strategize, keeping it more of a letdown than a powerup. That good?

@ProPro

I suppose.