Melo

Starkissed

Oh god it's back. It's been a long time coming.

Any place left for little old me?

@Inertia

NO

Hider

Totally, welcome back swabby <3

Starkissed

@Leos Klien Geas actually find its origin in English and Irish mythos, and is also featured as a D&D spell with a similar effect to the anime. The anime is definitely cool though.

It can affect other players, yes. And that may indeed seem like very jarring. Do mind that we haven't assigned costs to the abilities yet. Geas in the first iteration of this RP had a relatively high cost associated with it as far as dark gods go. This is an ability that naturally has to be used sparingly.
Naturally, my character only gives the order. Even though your character might do that against his/her will, it will still be in your character's hands to carry it out. Also, the consequences of having performed that action are still on your character's plate, and can lead to interesting roleplay opportunities. (Narcissa forced you to kill an important friend of yours, how does your character react?)
Lastly, I did build in the "no suicide" rule for obvious reasons, I very much agree that that would be the most anticlimactic death possible.

The major abilities are meant to be powerful, and Geas is definitely high up there. But I don't think it'll become as problematic as you might believe it is.

Starkissed

Floran / Miselian / God of combat, war strategy, heroism and wisdom

⍚ Floran Cestanz ⥥ 23 ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

"Frankly, I’d rather be right than rich."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}
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Floran is rather tall, standing at 6’2”. He has well-developed muscles and several scars on his body, both resulting from the great many battles he has been a part of. His hair is a dark brown color that goes well with his emerald green eyes. He usually keeps his beard short or stubby, since he does not really like it fully grown. Beard or not, Floran comes across as a young man in his prime.

Floran’s curse mark is shaped like a diamond and situated on his dominant arm (which is his right in this incarnation). Touching his mark feels strangely metallic, though it is not particularly different to his skin in any other way. However, as Floran uses his ability, his mark grows and seems to glow in either a white or purplish light, depending on the reasons behind the use of his abilities (Though he does not know himself why the color of the glow differs). The mark multiplies and creates a line up his arm. If all his lifeforce is depleted, the mark will have progressed to his heart.

Floran usually wears leather armor to match his occupation. However, he does have more… diplomatic clothes to wear on the right occasions. Furthermore, he has a dark green cloak that he wears in the road or when hunting in forests or similar areas.

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}
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Floran is a bit of a lone wolf at times, but he does enjoy social contact more than he usually lets on. He is the serious type, and usually not willing to deal with any nonsense. He is an optimist, and always tries to see the good in people. He has great wanderlust, and often goes out in search of new things.

Nevertheless, Floran’s heart is in the right place. He has a strong sense of justice, and is not easily swayed from his path. He has a strong urge to help anyone in need, sometimes even at his own expense or without a promised reward. Because of this, Floran is usually well-liked by the people around him.

On the other hand, he is rather set in his ways. On occasion, it can be hard to reason with him for that reason. And with his strong sense of justice, those can become some very heated discussions. He tends to be rather impulsive as well, not always thinking his actions through when he’s actually doing them.

(Any RRA results will be added to either here or in the biography, or both)

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}
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Floran originally hails from the Tymean tribe, where he was raised by his parents, one Tymean and one wolfrahg. As a child of two upper-class trader parents, his life was rather comfortable. His parents intended to raise him to take over, but Floran instead loved to spend time around the barracks.
It was discovered rather quickly that the young boy had a knack for combat. He ended up being trained in both the blade and the bow, and excelled in both. Since the boy was so well-versed in combat, his parents thought he would likely become a guard or soldier for the clan, but this was not exactly what Floran wanted.

In the few trips he had made with his parents to other clans for the trade, Floran had begun to love the beauty that could only be found outside of his clan. Floran wanted to see more of the world he was in. And so he decided to leave the clan as he came of age. He wandered the lands as a mercenary, his main occupations being fighting monsters and bandits that terrorized the lands. During his work, he quickly found out that it wasn’t the money that truly drew him. He wanted to help the people. He might not be the most sociable of guys, but he still enjoyed them. As a result, there have been various instances where he helped out with little to no reward. It mattered little to Floran, as long as he was able to get by.

Through the years he has been with many of the clans, since every clan offers new sights to see. He is known as a very capable, and sometimes seems to do things that seem far beyond his cunning in the most dire of situations.

And now that spring comes around and clans gather, so goes Floran. In a place with that many people, there is bound to be interesting work to be found.

(Any RRA results will be added to either here or in the biography, or both)

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Miselian the righteous ⥥ God of Combat, war strategy, heroism and wisdom ⥥ Male ⥥ Heterosexual ⍚

”He greeted me, a simple man
His words of humility that saw an equal
I thought to grovel, but I knew to stand
His face unseen, but smiling he was

On request our blades clashed
And bested I was in a trial of steel,
but no boast escaped his lips
Nay, his words were an accolade to me
“Go forth, my friend. Your honor shall compel you forever more.”
His hands an applause

And now that I am glorious, I bring you his name
No day passes without memory of his glory
His image I see vividly still
And his words resound eternally

I welcome the day I die
The day I shall meet him again
To serve in battle until end times
And no reward pleasure greater
For he is Miselian, the righteous one.”

Excerpt from a heroic epic

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}
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Descriptions of Miselian’s appearance vary. The only consistent thing is that he was always fully clad in armor, his face not shown to any of mankind. Even among gods there is little knowledge of his actual appearance. Those who do say they have seen him say he tends to keep to a humanoid form, like his armor seems to suggest. He is rather tall, standing at about 6’1”.

All depictions of him show him in a heroic stance, or mounted on a divine beast. He is never seen to grovel, surrender or despair. Miselian is a symbol of righteousness and heroism and meant to inspire the heroes of tomorrow.

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}
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Righteousness
Might
Heroism
Courage
Warfare for good causes (protections of one’s land and people, instead of conquering)
Wisdom
Honorable duels
Tales of heroes, epics

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The tale goes that the god known as Miselian came into creation during the first strife between gods. The concepts of honor and glory unknown, it was Miselian’s duty that the path of the righteous was walked even by his elder equals. Such was a concept with mixed receptions amongst gods, but nevertheless brought forth a sense of morality. And so he was a beacon and enforcer of the morality he had brought. A god that both aided and punished gods at the same time depending on their actions. It is yet unknown what exactly brought him into being, and some speculate that the god does not even realize his first moments were his conception. As if he believes he had been there all along. Maybe he was right? Or maybe the god’s mind was ailed by delirium. Who could say for sure?

Among gods, Miselian was known as a bit of a lone wolf. He simply served his own cause, which in itself was often enough for gods to follow his example. Because despite his lonely nature, Miselian was a helpful god. He gladly aided any deity of whom he felt their cause was just. And it was no secret that even among gods, his power was formidable. Of this power he said that it was the product of the right and of hard work. And to some gods, this was an inspiring and refreshing sight.

Miselian had a strange fascination for mortals. In them he saw something that he didn’t in gods. In some of them he found the aspiration to achieve, to fight for a cause beyond themselves and the willingness to do great deeds for their fellows. Such a stark difference to most contempt gods was something that Miselian respected, and why Miselian often roamed the mortal realms in search of mortals who met his standards of greatness. These were the heroes he blessed. There are many tales that detail the appearance of Miselian to such heroes. His fondness for combat is well-known, and every hero he has met he defeated in a friendly duel. Other tales describe that many of the legendary weapons around the world originate from his arsenal, and are left by him for worthy heroes to aid their quests.

His fascination for the heroic mortals even extended to the afterlife. He received them happily in the afterlife in his own halls, where heroes could drink, feast and spar until their heart’s content. Because the god is bound to wander, the reception and upkeep is most often performed by his squires, so to speak. Minor deities that serve under him.

Amongst the dark gods, Miselian was known as a nuisance. After all, how would a god such as he approve of such a vile plan? The god was no starkissed, at least not as far as he knew, but he was no ally of the dark ones. And so he was amongst the first to be tricked, ensuring his interference in their plans was eliminated before they even truly began. Miselian, as he the curse took him, simply looked upon the dark gods in disappointment. Clearly his words had never reached them.

Yet, to be born in the world of mortals that he had wandered so much. Miselian felt a strange urge, a wonder to discover the land anew once again.

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
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• Perceptive Floran’s insight is impeccable. He is great at reading people’s emotions and changes in them. He is also very good at catching lies.
• Athletics Floran has very refined physical abilities. He is a fast runner, and pretty good at hard jumps and swimming.
• BowsFloran is a good shot

• Tracking Floran knows how to track down beast and man.
• SwordsmanshipFloran is exceptionally skilled in using swords and their maintenance
• Physical aptitude Floran is very physically capable, though he doesn’t excel in any area particularly. This allows for a balanced display of both strength, stamina and agility.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
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Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Heroism
What is a hero if not someone fighting for a cause greater than himself? Miselian graces those who do, and strikes fear in those who don’t.

Surge of strength: Floran can call on a little extra from within when it counts. This power grants him just that little extra strength or stamina when he needs it to pull through a dangerous situation or quickly recover from a disadvantageous bodily or mental state
Deter my enemies!: Floran can attempt to instill fear into anyone with a simple stare. This ability can work on someone as simple as a merchant trying to inflate prices to a humongous monster standing between him and a damsel in distress. How fearful the target can get depends on the opposition. Some may simply become dismayed, others may piss their pants and run away or feel compelled to do as Floran says.
Soul of a hero: Floran can impart the fundamentals of a hero into anyone, as long as they have a noble cause to fight for. This blessing fuels the blessed person with courage and enhances their physical abilities. This blessing lasts until they either completed their cause or until they give up, or up a certain time.

The power of the wise
True warriors are not driven by bloodlust. True warriors fight with honor, courage and wisdom. Such is Miselian’s wisdom, and it grants him many advantages over the mindless.

Second wind: To keep strong in the heat of battle is the mark of a warrior worth of respect. Floran can heal injuries and replenish stamina on his person within a second, even in the heat of battle. This ability can be used on others, but this takes more time. Some injuries may be too severe to heal completely, in which case this ability may still provide enough healing to reduce its severity.
Stand together: Floran can call for aid from the realms beyond. He can call upon the spirits from heroes long gone to aid him, which can take a corporeal form temporarily. (two at most at any time) Similarly, he can call upon the aid of the celestials, which can take the form of incredible beasts to mount. (These can be fictional creatures that may or may not normally exist in this world.)
Radiant justice: Floran can recite a holy incantation to unleash Miselian's righteous light to purge evil. This light can seal the powers of an evil creature or expel an evil influence or curse on a person

Legendary might
Another battle, another hero, another legend to be sung. Miselian’s name and tales of his power resound in the songs of every great hero. A force of the battlefield that even the greatest heroes bow down to.

Divine strength: Floran gains physical strength, speed and durability far beyond human limits for a period of time.
exalted armaments: Floran summons and dons Miselain’s magical armor and weapons from the god’s arsenal. The armor is highly resistant to both physical damage and protects him from negative magical effects. The armor itself is also not affected by magic. The weapons he can summon are various, and he can wield them proficiently even without any prior training. The weapons are extremely durable and capable of cutting through metal. Any of these armaments can be made to disappear or summoned back into his hands at any time.
The sacred army: Floran can summon the legendary sacred army of Miselian. An army made from heroic spirits of in the afterlife, their great mounts and minor deities and magical creatures of war that gather under Miselian’s banner, such as valkyries(and potentially other, similar deities). As the great leader and general, Floran shall acquire the arms of Miselian to fight alongside them.
The army fights alongside the Floran, and continue until the battle is over. Even after the battle, and thus our hero’s death, warriors from the army can descend to fight and protect the cause the army was sent to fight for in the first place, but only if the tale of the battle and the cause is remembered in the hearts of men.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
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• A longsword
• A bow and arrows
• Leather armor and a cloak
• Food rations

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
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Colour Code: e93b1c

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}
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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Starkissed

Narcissa is back up, gonna tinker around with Floran a bit before he returns in all his heroic glory :P

Starkissed

Narcissa / Ylonia / Goddess of love, beauty, emotion and expression

⍚ Narcissa ,second of her name, Karill ⥥ 17 ⥥ female ⥥ Bisexual ⍚

"Don’t be shy, stare all you like."

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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

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[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}
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In stark contrast to the rather barbaric ways the Karill, the chieftain’s daughter is considered one incredibly beautiful and delicate. Rumor has it that this eastern princess has beauty that puts the longears to shame. And although beauty is in the eye of the beholder, nobody can deny she is truly beautiful. Her long black hair and dark brown eyes reveal her exotic nature. She is dressed in the finest silks and jewelry offered in the karill. She stands at a fairly normal length at about 5’7”. Her curvaceous body has driven many impressive suitors to meet her in the desert. She seems to represent the civility that the karill do seem to possess, although it is rarely shown.

Her mark begins on her lower back and is shaped as a rose in full bloom. As she uses her powers the rose starts to wilt and grow thorns as it grows its way up and around her neck. Further use of her power seems to make these thorns grow and dig into her skin until her untimely death.

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Narcissa is keenly aware of her own features, her privileges and advantages. The girl makes thankful use of all these features and weaves a web of manipulative lies to create the perfect image of herself. Narcissa is a snake, her silver tongue letting everyone hear exactly what they want to hear from their perfect princess. She hides her selfish and twisted self beyond a veil of kindness and empathy.

Nevertheless, Narcissa never hides her pride. The girl is proud of who she is. Why shouldn’t she be? She is passionate, daring and flirtatious. She is used to getting whatever she likes, and can get furious if this doesn’t happen, though she will usually try to sugar-coat it in her usual fashion. The girl is very demanding, and will mercilessly discard anyone who does not suit her needs any longer.

(Any RRA results will be added to either here or in the biography, or both)

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}
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Narcissa is the first daughter and first child of the chieftain of the karill clan. Only males can be heirs of the clan, and as such the girl is destined to see the position of leader go to her eldest younger brother, the second-born child. All what was expected of Narcissa was to be the perfect bride. A beautiful package for a prince to smoothen clan relations. And this is what the girl became, though maybe she was a little too perfect.

Her father was the first one to notice her daughter’s uncanny beauty, something unbecoming of the karill tribe that were usually so rough around the edges. She had a talent for presenting herself. She always managed to find the correct words for every person, enticing them with her honey-coated voice. She had a knack for dancing, and her body’s movements augmented her beauty to grip the hearts of men. Yet, the girl’s heart burned with the fiery passion of the karill. She was energetic, proud and proved a surprisingly capable combatant. The story of this princess spread amongst clans, who would be the lucky man?

(Any RRA results will be added to either here or in the biography, or both)

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

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𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

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⍚ Ylonia ⥥ Goddess of beauty,love, emotion and expression ⥥ female ⥥ Pansexual ⍚
_{DARK GOD}

“Oh dear, my heart is torn
Nay, love I feel no more
‘Tis my fault, not yours

I deemed you the most beautiful
I said you outshone stars
A simple blasphemy

And so her ire awoke
And beyond the mask I was shown
Sorry love, but I must confess
No other woman interest me anymore”

A man to his ex-lover

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}
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As the personification of beauty itself Ylonia is the epitome of beauty. To not drive every other god insane by her mere appearance, she wears a mask to hide her face from everyone. It is said that Ylonia’s appearance automatically changes to the perfect beauty of whoever beholds her, giving her not one true appearance. Anyone who ever gets a glimpse of the perfect beauty beyond the mask can never be interested in the beauty of anyone else any longer.

Ylonia has many different masks, and art depicts her with the same variety. It is blasphemous to depict the goddess without a mask covering her face completely.

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Beauty
Seduction
Love and acts of love
Deceit
Emotion
Expression (art, music, writing, the conveying of thoughts and emotions)
Inspiration (Artists that revere her often call her the muse.)

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The goddess Ylonia was said to be born by the whims of an elder god who wished to create the perfect wife for himself. The elder god created the ultimate beauty, but he was also the first to be affected by the maddening effects gazing upon such beauty brought. The maddened god worked further to perfect his creature by giving her the most obedient personality. However, in his maddening moments, this process was flawed. The goddess managed to forge a will of her own.
The goddess told the god she adored him, loved him even. But she would love him even more if he were to defeat the strongest god in existence. The maddened god, crazy with love, saw this as an amazing chance to woo his lover, despite the fact that he was absolutely no match. The god was slain, and Ylonia was free.

Ylonia soon learned, however, how dangerous her beauty was. The first other god she met maddened similarly to her creator. For years she had to run, fleeing from a maddened god that tried to force her into acts against her will. Ultimately she deceived the god by wearing a mask. The god was convinced a beauty like hers could not hide behind a mask, and continued looking.

Now hiding her appearance, Ylonia soon noticed the miserableness that were the gods. With her beauty hidden, no god loved her no more. She grew bitter knowing that nobody ever tried to look beyond the beauty, to gaze into her soul. And so she allied with the dark gods. She was their ace trickster. She lured many gods and goddesses with the promise of her beauty, to look under the mask. And all of them ended up cursed, to be reincarnated as mortals.

Ultimately Ylonia followed these foolish gods down to the mortal world. Yet no dark god truly knew why she wanted to go. Did she only want to ensure the fall of these gods, or did she have an ulterior motive?

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𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

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• Silver tongue:Narcissa can lie, coerce or seduce herself into or out of any situation.
• Dancing Narcissa can dance with the most beautiful grace, only serving to augment her natural beauty.
• Perceptive: Narcissa always pays close attention to anyone’s emotional state. She is very capable of reading someone’s emotions and catching lies, to subsequently use in her own game.

• Gathering: Narcissa has been taught many things about cooking and ingredients. She has been taught how and where to obtain edible ingredients from nature for several climates.
• Blades: For self-defense, Narcissa has been taught how to handle bladed weapons masterfully.
• Agility: She is extremely agile and acrobatic, tying into her dancing proficiency.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
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Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Emotional strings
Ylonia can manipulate anyone’s emotions to make them dance as if a puppet.

Suggestion: Narcissa can make a statement of two lines of dialogue at most. Everyone who hears this becomes positively inclined to the idea this statement entails and as such willing to help realise that statement, unless they are very strongly against it.
Manipulate: Narcissa enhances or deadens one emotion of a target. This changes the target’s behavior to Narcissa’s will.
Beguile: Narcissa invokes Ylonia’s incredible charms. The target of this ability becomes strongly positively inclined towards Narcissa, like extreme friendship, adoration or idolization. The target has always has a strong urge to please Narcissa, and thus will always act in Narcissa’s interest and act according to Narcissa’s wishes unless it would mean certain death. The effect starts wearing off after about thirty minutes

A matter of appearance
Appearances are all that Ylonia stands for. As such, she can manipulate her own to suit her needs.

Mesmerize: Narcissa’s presence mesmerizes everyone she wishes to, causing them to stare in awe for ten minutes, or until she breaks the spell (Although, staring longer is allowed ;)). Anyone who lays eyes on Narcissa after activation can be subjected to the effects as well. Affected people only have attention for Narcissa’s beauty, and ignore anything else. This spell is broken when the affected is physically harmed.
Beautiful mind: Narcissa can take someone’s memories, turning them into a high-quality gemstone. The gemstone will materialise in Narcissa’s hands after 15 minutes. This process, however, does not remove any memories of Narcissa. If the target doesn’t have any memories of her, their memories are replaced with an image of her and her name. These memories submerge in the person at the exact same moment the gem materialises. The gemstone has to be within 10 meters of Narcissa at all times. If not, it will start to call out to Narcissa and the memories’ owner, revealing their location until this condition is satisfied. Narcissa cannot access the memories inside the stone on her own, but she will learn the person’s name if she didn’t already. The gem does act as a mind of its own with which other mental abilities can interact, though this of course does not connect to the owner’s mind directly. To return the memories, the owner must simply kiss the gemstone.
Perfect disguise:Narcissa can make herself appear as anyone. This illusion makes her look, sound and feel exactly like this person. If the impersonated person is present, it is impossible to tell the two apart. She must have seen a person in order to change into them.

Ultimate beauty
Ylonia’s beauty can absolutely not be ignored by any being. To win such great beauty for oneself has driven countless deities and mortals to devotion to attain her favor. Her wish is their command.

True love: The target of this ability becomes completely enamored with Narcissa, as if it were their starkissed. The target loses any romantic interest in anyone else.
Geas:Narcissa gives one order that the target must follow to the letter until completion. The target is driven to perform this order, and receives a small bonus whenever performing an action that is involved in fulfilling the order. If an order has no specific state of completion or time limit, the order sticks and must be followed whenever applicable. A target can only be affected by one order at a time. If there are two, the older one is overwritten. The target is not aware that they were under influence, even afterwards. Although targets can’t be ordered to kill themselves, they are willing to put their own lives at risk to complete their given order.
Beauty beyond bounds: Unleashing Ylonia’s endless beauty, Narcissa turns herself and the area around her (500m radius) into something of breathtaking beauty formed after her imagination. This usually turns herself into a piece of art, such as a statue or monument. Anything affected this way is so beautiful that anyone is completely mesmerized by beholding it, and nobody can feel compelled to destroy this beauty.
The vision taints the very soul of anyone witnessing it, sapping some of their life force every time they behold this splendor. This gives Narcissa more life force to use in her next incarnation, and restores life force of this new incarnation as time goes on, as people visit the site to see its splendor during this lifetime. This taint lingers even into next lives, giving Narcissa information on anyone affected about their former lives and godhood. This taint also makes anyone in their next lives extremely positively inclined towards the next incarnation of Narcissa, as if affected by a weaker version of “beguile”, though lasting the entire lifetime. The beautiful site remains, though may fade as magic dies across the land. The mesmerizing and lifesapping effects in the area last no longer than the end of the next lifecycle.

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• Fine silken clothes
• Dancer outfit
• Curved blade
• Fine jewelry, inlaid with gems that correspond to certain elements to ask for their protection.
• Gathering bag

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
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Colour Code: d264de
other information.

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}
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Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Starkissed

^{Yes <3 @Aewin}

Starkissed

Obligatory post of interest

Hider

Which totally wasn't needed seeing how you mentioned me. But screw the rules :D

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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Cyrus grinned at Davis. ”Why, how courteous of you. What’s next? Are you going to compliment me and flirt me up like the rest? I’ll tell you in advance you won’t be any more succesfull.” He cackled. ”But thanks for sharing the spotlight. Must be difficult for someone with your ego.” He grinned, then turned to face Calvin.

His grin widened as he talked to Calvin. ”Really, I’d rather not tell you guys this…” Cyrus started. ”After all, it would be amazingly HILARIOUS if it happened to any of you. You’d deserve it as well.” He gave everyone a cursory glance filled with fury. ”I’ll explain this simply enough for every numbskull here to understand. What do we call someone that has been killed? YES INDEED, A VICTIM, YOU GUYS ARE SO SMART. Now tell me, is there anything different between a patient and a victim besides being dead? No? WRONG. Rule 18 of your e-handbook. Defacing a victim will be SEVERELY PUNISHED.” He put up a smug grin. If our killer had killed Krista first, then crushed her with that stalagmite… we wouldn’t be having this trial.”

Noel nodded, but was clearly still in thought. ”Well, that makes sense… but why was the killer set on using the stalagmite. Why not just kill with a rock, for argument’s sake? Krista caught the killer filing, so they were obviously planning it... But why?”

She continued to mutter ”If the killer was planning this, then they knew Krista was coming to the caves as well… So why was she there in the first place?” She didn’t argue with the scenario being possible. It was just that this brought up many more questions. She was interested in how Krista would answer Bliss’s question.

Minutes to Manhattan

_{A collab with @Dirty Pretty Lies}
Location: The ballroom of Upper East Side's The Cross Hotel Manhattan
Interacting with: Andie Sachs (DPL's NPC)

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Grayson Moyer had never been one for parties, much less had ever been invited to a party before. Yet here he was: backstage at the New Year's Eve party of that illustrious Priestly woman. Naturally, he hadn’t been invited to this party, he was just here to help them with their little problem. The dark-haired young man frantically ticked away on his own laptop, that was connected to one of theirs that had ‘suddenly’ stopped working. It didn’t take Grayson very long to find the problem.

It always amazed Grayson what kind of sites people tend to visit on their work laptop. Surely you wouldn’t imagine to put your position and work equipment at risk? Yet Grayson’s curious peek into the browser history showed a laughable collection of sites that just screamed ‘look at me, I’m a virus’. Certainly enough, this particular computer had been infected to such an extent so that it had hogged so many resources that any other program just wouldn’t function anymore. It was kind of pathetic, really, how stupid these people were sometimes. Grayson didn’t particularly mind, though. Their blunders made him a good amount of dollars.

As the last loading screen popped up, Grayson called for Priestley’s assistant to come back into the room. Frankly, he had already forgotten her name. He didn’t exactly know why, but the girl just never caught his interest. The brunette wasn’t a bad looker. Maybe she just had a dull personality? Honestly, she couldn’t be too interesting if she chose to be Priestley’s lackey as a job. His opinion didn’t change when she walked into the room. “The job’s done. The necessary programs are almost done installing. Do tell your guy to not download porn from shady websites in the future. That would prevent a lot of stress.” He told her in an astonishingly casual way. Frankly, this was far from the worst case he’s had.

Upon the young Moyer's call, a frantic Andrea Sachs rushed to the ballroom. This was her very first time being in charge of organizing a big event for Miranda since her promotion right after Emily had gone on maternity leave. As if the responsability of a Miranda event wasn't big enough, the stakes were at an all-time high. Miranda Priestly's annual New Year's Eve party were not only a legend or tradition, but also the second most important event of the year, coming next to Fashion Week. Influential people from all sides of the world and all industries were scheduled to attend this luxurious and exclusive event. Everything, though stressful, had been smooth sailing... Until the moment her DJ had nervously annouced his laptop had stopped working as he prepared his party setup.

"Oh my goodness!" Andi exclaimed, nearly crying as the fact that she wouldn't be eaten alive settled in. At that moment, she didn't even care about the porn comment that visibly embarrased her DJ. The most important thing was that the party was now going forward as scheduled. "Mr. Moyer, you are a lifesaver!"

Grayson gave the happy woman a lukewarm response. "It's not a problem. Just doing what I'm paid for." He answered. Inwardly, he did laugh quite a bit at the DJ's embarassed responses. Grayson cared little about the party, but at least some other people could have a pleasant night now. He hoped the assistant wouldn't sing his praises too much, he didn't want any more spotlight on him. In his opinion, too many people approached him already. "Anyhow, if that's all... I'll be taking my leave."

Andi, who was still on cloud nine after the threat of losing her job was now gone (at least for the time being), nodded eagerly in Grayson's direction. "Of course, Mr. Moyer. Again, thank you so much for your help."

The young man turned on his heel and began to walk away when something very important dawned on Andi. For what seemed like the thousandth time that day, Andi's heels were clacking away as she chased Grayson before he left. She managed to catch him just before he boarded the elevator.

"Mr. Moyer, WAIT!" Andi exclaimed, making hand gestures in the man's direction. "I forgot to give you your check!"

In his hurry to be gone from society, Grayson had almost truly forgotten about why he actually bothered to come. "Oh, of course." He said, almost strangely uninterested.

Smiling, Andi gestured for Grayson to follow her to the exit. "Would you please take the short walk back to the office with me? It seems that because of all the chaos of the day I've left the checkbook in my desk drawer."

The young man nodded, and so the two of them walked the short distance from the hotel, to the Runway headquarters at the end of the street, up the elevators and down to Andi's office. Once there, the young woman pulled out the checkbook from one of her desk drawers. She wrote the pertaning infornation in neat, curly writing before offering the valuable piece of paper to Grayson with a smile peaking from bright red lips. "Here you go. Just as agreed on"

He took the check the lady offered him and gave her a a faint smile. "Thank you." He then turned around again and proceeded slowly as he thought about which way the exit was again.

"Oh, and Mr. Moyer?" Andi called back to Grayson, who was still within earshot. "Please feel free to attend the party if you wish. Think of it as a gift on my end for pretty much saving my job."

Grayson laughed awkwardly. "Oh no, I mean, these are hardly party clothes." He said, trying to refuse as politely as possible. Though it definitely was true he couldn't really attend the party in a random sweater and jeans. Grayson wasn't the type to mingle anyway. In fact, doing anything but that sounded peachy. "Perhaps another time.".

Andi waved a dismissive hand in Grayson's direction. "Mr. Moyer, please. You are standing in none other than Elias-Clarke headquarters. As part of our Runway editions, a wing of this building is dedicated to the storage of fashion pieces. I'm sure that after pulling a few strings I can have you gala-ready in no time. Clothing and appearance won't be a problem. Plus, this party is attended by many influential people that can make very lucrative potential clients for you. I've heard you're a man that prefers to work independently, but this could be a great networking opportunity for you. I'll help you out by putting in a good word. What do you say?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Grayson, hoping she'd argued her case sucessfully enough that he'd changed his mind.

"Well...uhm, I guess that's true." Grayson answered somewhat uncomfortably. He had a hard time finding a reason to deny that. He didn't really want to go, but he couldn't really find a good reason to say no. "Well, if you're fine with it. Sure." He answered. "Then... I guess I'll go change?" He shuffled a bit, guessing she'd guide him to the correct wing.

Wearing a triumphant smile now, Andi held up a finger in Grayson's direction, gesturing for him to wait. She took the phone from her desk, dialed an extension and waited until a familiar male's voice answred on the other end. "Nigeeeeeel, sweetie, I need a favor to ask of you..." Andi began in a persuasive voice. Upon getting approval from Nigel, she threw her fist in the air in celebration before continuing. "Okay, so I am going to need you to head down to the wardrobe department and fetch me a whole men's gala outfit. I'll need everything down to cufflinks." Nigel said something on the other end, and Andi rolled her eyes. "Of course. My bad. Give me one sec." She placed a hand on top of the phone's microphone before turning to Grayson. "I'm going to need your measurements, Mr. Moyer."

Grayson gave a slight nod as he told her his measurements. Inwardly he sighed, regretting ever accepting this job. No amount of pay was going to be worth being stuck in a suit and being forced to socialize his way through the evening. Grayson wasn't that desperate for contacts. Maybe he could find a quiet corner? That sounded like wishful thinking. All he could do now was prepare for hell.

After being given the information requested, Andi recited back the measurements to Nigel, and ended the call. Sighing, Andi quickly grabbed her things, stuffed them in her designer bag and stood up from her leather office chair. "Let us get going then, Mr. Moyer. I need to get ready as well, and I'm very much behind schedule."

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

And

And that was when Cyrus was done with things.

“Oh shut your mouth. you daft femboy cockroach. You’re as wrong as your parents were when they made your sorry ass.”

Cyrus’s glasses were now a miserable broken pile on the floor. His hair had arced upward as if struck by lightning. The angry man had returned. ”We have gone over this time and TIME again. None of that proves her innocence. The possibility she knocked herself out still exists, which she could have easily done after wiping away the footprints. The unknown footprints might as well be mine, which is why she could've picked that spot. We went over ALL of this. What is so hard to understand about it? You’re making us talk in circles and waste our time.”

”What we must do is simple, figure out how the fucking monk met his end. Maybe then we can establish a REASONABLE order of events and possibilities WITH ACTUAL FUCKING LOGIC THAT ISN'T JUST COMING FROM YOUR ASS. If you can’t do that just shut your trap. I’m not going to let a useless runt like you ruin the rest of us that’s actually trying. We’re trying to catch a murderer here instead of chasing pathetically petty arguments.” Cyrus was absolutely fuming. But these words also implied that he thought the rest of the group was on the right track right now. He just needed to eliminate whatever was trying to derail the argument away from the murder method. Why was Caora so insistent on chasing down these footprints anyway?

Noel scratched her head. Cyrus’s argument was hopefully the last time someone needed to get angry. She did agree that following one line of logic was better than chasing three at once. The footprints would definitely find their place if they established what they could establish before that. ”I’m not sure if you’re right Max, but it’s definitely possible.”

She added to the statement. ”It’s possible, but why didn’t they need to? Because they knocked out Krista? Also, they were apparently filing when Krista found them, so was there someone under the rock at that time?” She questioned.

She suddenly had an idea. ”Could it be possible the killer was preparing a trap of sorts? To wait for someone to come by and then drop the pillar on them?”