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A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

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A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

Hai~

Now, there are a few issues with this. The most glaring of these is that you should really put long-form stuff like this into a hider! We did ask you to do this with regards to your original character post, so I'm unsure how you failed you get that through your head~

Now then, I would like to make it clear to everyone present that you don't need to worry about something resembling the following occurring to you. You're all wonderful and I hope that we can have fun together~

With that saiiiiiid~

@AngelofOctober

Ah, yes! How does this go~? "DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT TRYING TO BE M A L I C I O U S IN DOING THIS~"

Let's all have fun. Find a towel to bite on, will you~?

Review for Unironic Chuuni

Disclaimer: This post is not meant to call anyone out, it's not me being overly mean to anyone, this post is not about being rude or malicious to anyone. This is merely my observations on the characters in their current state and how they could have been improved upon.

Ah, I see that you too are a Roleplay Intellectual™~ Yes, yes, by all means, proceed~

Firstly the positives, it does seem like you have knowledge of in your writing and now how to string together prose fairly well.

Ah, thanks~ I'm glad that I now how to string prose together. You see, I worked really, really hard when I was in fourth grade to now as many things as I could! My teacher once asked me, 'do you even now what you're talking about?', but thankfully, I, as a Roleplay Intellectual™, was able to best her.

However, the issue with this personality is that it honestly tells me nothing. You have a lot of words, but not a lot of substance, and it combines history with personality which is necessarily bad

Aw, and I was doing sooo~ weee~ll tooo~ooo!

Well, I see. Many words, but no substance. Right, right. I see that instead of explaining someone's mentality, I should have focused on the important things~ But, we'll get to that later, yes?

yet you don’t really weave those parts of history well enough to connect them to the personality trait. I would suggest looking back through this and perhaps starting it off with the more interesting bit of his character for example;

Ah, thank you for your suggestion~! Let's see, so a character's personality must be based around their background. I thank you for solving the debate between nature and nurture~! I'd been really struggling over which one took priority, but it's good to know that one of them's irrelevant~

We'll also be discussing some other things later, but I don't want to spoil the surprise~

It still has the prose you’re looking for, however, it is more clear and specific in it’s intent. Sometimes less is more in terms of wording.

W~ow, you managed to miss the mark entirely! Not only did you manage to fail to understand Claudius's character in a way that literally everyone who has spoken to me about him has managed to avoid. Not only does he not see himself as a savior of the world, not only does this totally misunderstand his delusion, but it manages to also perfectly ruin the prose I put into it~

Sa~su~ga~

Taking the biography at a time, it isn’t necessarily a terribly written biography, but there are parts that are disjointed. I don’t quite get the read stuff and it’s quite jarring and takes me right out of the narrative you’re trying to tell.

I sincerely apologize that you cannot understand what "read" means. I also apologize that your capacity for prediction is null.

Have you considered pursuing an alternate career?

You could be an economic analyst.

Or a weatherman.

I’d just include that information in the biography itself without the parentheses it isn’t really necessary. So for example I would start this off with;

in fact one of their ancestors was a Gemstone while a bit less dramatic is the others were normal in comparison. But despite their history bloodline, he himself was not born with ESP.

Incredible! You managed to, once again, misunderstand the biography and get it completely wrong in a way that nobody in the remainder of the roleplay has managed to do!

I see, I see. This is truly [Method Acting]. By rejecting the world, you exceed the self~

In the interests of clarity, I'll explain this in as banal a means as possible!

He had one ancestor who was a Gemstone.

No other relatives were Gemstones.

I do not know how you alone failed to understand the meaning of "one of his ancestors was a Gemstone and the rest are just normal people".

blessed with the talent of a rank 4, tested at Academy City through the usual treatment of hard drugs, she became his parents apple of their eye.

Part of me really thinks I should be criticizing your prose, since you were doing the same~ But, I try to be a nice GM, so I'll hold myself back~

This needs some look over, if they are showing favoritism to one or the other then they are the type to show favoritism. It can’t be both ways. This structurally needs to be rewritten to make a clearer narrative shift;

I see! I didn't realize that not having a proclivity towards something meant you couldn't possibly commit that act! I wish pacifists who acted in self-defense knew they were doing something impossible, could have saved us so~ much~ trouble~

I wouldn’t say this proclamation should come so young at his age and add another paragraph at a much older age that his proclamation came. Then again things are written in a disjointed way I can’t really tell the age of Claudius at this moment, but considering they are seven years apart I am not even sure this makes much sense in general narratively speaking. I also added a bit more emotion into the narrative which your original didn’t. To give the character more emotional ground.

It was clear after a while that his younger sister became his parents favorite, they couldn’t help, but showed more attention to their prodigy of a daughter. While it may seem petty, as a child it greatly impacted him when he found out they wrote letters more often to his sister in Academy City then to him at a science fair. This was a turning point in his life, he wouldn’t or couldn’t accept this reality around him.

<Good>, Claudius is clearly not at all an emotional character, and I'm glad you were able to help through injection of emotion into his story, by giving him a nonexistent inferiority complex and utterly failing to grasp the character~

Goodness, you're making it really, really hard to not attack your prose style. You learned how commas work, riiiight~? I just want to clarify! Of course, I understand that your misuse of them is because of how well you understand Claudius's disjointed mindset, given that you are a Roleplay Intellectual™.

This disillusionment/this denial of accepting this to be his reality began his rebel phase, in the eyes of his parents. Neglecting his studies to the point where he was scraping by in school, shutting out others, and immersing himself in his work.

Ah, a rebel phase! Yes, yes, that is clearly what was missing from the story of someone like him, of course~

This disillusionment/this denial of accepting this to be his reality began his rebel phase, in the eyes of his parents. Neglecting his studies to the point where he was scraping by in school, shutting out others, and immersing himself in his work.

I'm impressed you've managed to fail to grasp the character this well! Is this method acting? If so, you're doing a great job in playing the role of Claudius~

This is not self explanatory.

Some~one~has~n't~read~the~light~nov~els~

High Speed Calculations can mean anything and even if it is self explanatory, you have to consider the audience may not know what high speed calculations is. This actually should have been written with what that actually means for your character.

Some~one~has~n't~read~the~light~nov~els~

Honestly I am not sure I even like these skills. Some of them, looking at High Speed Calculations and his Mastery of Improvisation - especially in the way they are described makes it feel like he is a prodigy. I feel like his skills should have played off more with his more average skill set.

Ah, yes, being able to do QUICK MATH and make up monologues are clearly superior grounding for being valued than having high-rank psychic superpowers!

Thank you, I'll send a letter to Crowley with this knowledge! Now I can definitely get into Tokiwadai!

You suffer from a lot of what the mages suffer from in this RP. Is you write these prose that are quite pretty to look at, but you aren’t clear on what the ability does and how it does it. This is the one time where prose won’t serve you. It is often more important to clearly state what these abilities do so other players can follow them along for example;

Goodness, this glass house, how did it get destroyed?! It's like someone inside of it threw a stone! Ah, but we'll cover that later.

I think one issue you have is a fundamental misunderstanding of how magic in this setting works. This will come up more explicitly when dealing with the target of your aggression, but for now I'll leave it at saying that you don't seem to get the process of magic. I would recommend reading, say, the first volume of Toaru as a means of learning~ I generally find reading the source material to be super, super useful in figuring these weird kinks such as 'mechanics' out!

And to be honest I am not even sure I translate that appropriately because of how confusing your description of your ability is. Precise, clear, simple, language, with clear point is often better when writing abilities.

Correct, you did not translate it appropriately, because you completely missed out on the reason why his magic works, which is the concept of 'referents' in language! I'm terribly sorry if referents are too banal a concept for understanding by a Published Author and Roleplay Intellectual who has been writing for eighteen years. I'll try to <enhance> my dialect in the future to reach your level~

In terms of personality, it’s passable.

Ehehe~ We'll deal with this later~

It’s more clear than some of the others and I understand the basics of the character. It’s doable, but could be improved upon. You lack actually adding in the what, why, and the how in this personality. So for example you state, “he’s created the perfect image of a regular guy”, but how does he do that? Likable doesn’t describe how, or why, people perceive him as a regular guy. Is he a likable guy because of his wit and charm? Is he funny? And what constitutes as a regular guy in terms of the character?

This really is incredible. It's like I'm peering into a bizarro world where someone applying for a collaborative story in the setting of one of the quintessential light novels has no experience in said light novel.

But that couldn't be true, riiiiight~?

Beside that my conclusion on Hayden is that he’s a passable character. Your sheet is not necessarily bad, but there are things that could be used to punch it up. I admire someone taking on the role of a more average minded character, who isn’t too skilled at anything, with the right balance. I feel like even though you did do an average character there could have been a bit more snap in the CS and something that make the character interesting. As he doesn’t make me too excited to read.

Ah, yes, because characters must be 'exciting to read'! Everyone must be a protagonist, why, just ask the unbiased source of Claudius!

...oh, wait...

...w-well, that aside, I'm sure that it's fine to call someone's character boring! You're just trying to help them, after all! Clearly, you, as a Roleplay Intellectual™, know what is the best for someone to play. We can't allow the plebeians to play what they want. Could you imagine?! People would be acting suboptimally on the internet!

Again it seems you have he same issue as everyone else does. When describing powers it’s always better go with simple explanations

Oh lord, I'm sorry to break character here, but I'm going to have a field day with this.

Like Pryokinesis is kind of self explanatory, but there are so many ways it could be implemented that it has to be clearer on what it can and cannot do. Range, who it affects, how long it affects.

...You, uh, you really have no experience with Toaru, huh?

On some level like it’s fine, but on another hand when things aren’t properly explained it leads into weird scenarios where people just do whatever they please because they have written their power in an obtuse vague way.

This is especially funny to me, since you're the only player with whom we had to codify such things, but again, that comes in due time~

Another personality that is actually quite vague, you actually state not a lot about your character, while seemingly it looks like you did.. It lacks, the what, the how, that some of the other sheets lack. For example, you state “she absolutely dislikes unnecessary things or things that annoy her”. Well beside things that disrupt her peaceful life, what are those things? What are the things she considers unnecessary?

Incredible! It's almost like people have moods and vacillations! I'm glad I learned today that you can capture the meaning of a person in a paragraph. This is why I try to learn as much as I can from the great Roleplay Intellectuals™.

Also how is it so far removed from her usual personality? Soft spoken and gentle doesn’t describe who she is and doesn’t describe much of how she changes. For example, I have a character who has an extremely long fuse, so he shrugs off problems and smiles, so everyone always assumes that he’s okay and nice. But he actually has so much bottled up emotions he explodes into a rage that he and others around him cannot control and it’s quite self destructive. Which in comparison to his relaxed, carefree state, someone who passes off conflict in comparison to the angry, bitter and resentful person he becomes.

I apologize, but I am laughing aloud at this point in time.

I'm sorry to keep saying this, but we'll cover this later.

Biography, I am not going say it’s bad. It passes, it’s serviceable, not very interesting because you don’t hand out the why’s. Like why does she prefer shortcuts? Or who she learned shortcuts from?

I will be blunt here: this is the mindset of a webnovel author who does not understand how character motivation, development, or actualization function.

Attempting to "explain everything" is a mistake that any author worth their salt will deride.

...ah, whoops~ Got a bit real there for a second! Sumanai, sumanai, Sonata-chan's back in the game~

Her father, a sibling, maybe it was her family who coddled an impatient child and didn’t teach her to take her time with things? Also it seems like some of this stuff could be blended with personality to make it more robust. Otherwise it’s fine.

I sure am glad we have a Roleplay Intellectual™ to declare that characters are fine.

It sure would be a shame if people had fun on the internet without being approved by Roleplay Intellectuals™! Could you imagine?!

your sheet should be the example of how to write mage powers for the others.

someone help i can't breathe

Like many of the sheets you forget the hows, or the whys in your personality. It honestly would flesh out the character a bit more and give him more substance as a person. For example, you state he’s over protective of his sister. How does he show this? What triggers them? What is relaxed for Adrian? What does he consider a good time? Little things like that flesh out the character a bit more.

Important question: when I get to your character, should I use my standards to review them, or your standards?

I'll do a mix, I think.

That seems best.

With the feelings of a not understood genius carrying the secret knowledge of, and to crusade against those who wield magic due to his sister [and unbeknownst his whole family] It could be said that his petty vengeance is the cornerstone to make him feel extra special-instead of merely gifted.

It is this personal complex that makes him seem arrogant to most, though he doesn’t mean anything by his actions. Self centered Senki feels the need to be special and that often conflicts with others who perceive this need as mall intent on his part.

This failure to misunderstand characters really is astounding. I've heard of people who don't grasp the nature of others in physical interactions, but this is something beyond even that. Despite having a summary of the character on the screen in front of you, you manage to completely misunderstand their premise!

Sasuga!

My comment about the powers is about what I have told about half the sheets. It took me two reads to get the fact he was a human magnet.

Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you.

Disclaimer: Whatever has happened personally between me and Persona has not affected this review. I have treated this sheet like I have treated all the sheets above me. This about the sheet, not the player.

O H B O Y H E R E W E G O

On personal level I wouldn’t accept even a paragraph for a ten year old, they have had enough life experience to start developing their own state of mind.

I am sorry that not every ten-year old can be a Roleplay Intellectual™.

But beyond my personal taste, this personality says nothing about who the character is, why the character is.

Yeah, this personality section that describes how the character acts doesn't at all describe how the character acts~ What~ a~ shame~

For example; how does he desire autonomy? What is his interpretation of autonomy?

Fam, I'm gonna get real for a second, but you know you're talking about a literal elementary-schooler, right?

Ah, I see, you and your character must have been contemplating the nuances of autonomy long before they were potty trained~ My bad!

You don’t really need the young, it’s an unnecessary description, but how is he naive? And if he was isolated from modern society then what were the things that imprinted on him, because he’s impressionable? These things need to be consider even if the character lived a relatively isolated and sheltered life because he would still be surrounded by a few people. His parents, so what did he learn off of them? And how did they affect his emotional state.

jesus christ how do you get off on criticizing the writing style of anyone in this fucking roleplay

Ahem, sorry, got a little twitchy there.

What are unconventional thoughts? What was he taught? What did he learn? And not only that, but this is a double feature that could be expanded in his history and in his personality. I.e.; due to the unconventional thoughts of his parents he believes X.

Perhaps you would have realized this by looking into the background of his cultural understandings.

Or, if you hate using Google, you could have gauged it upon, say, reading any of his posts.

Just a suggestion~

And just as I have stated in every other sheet, the description of this ability is not clear, is not concise, it doesn’t say what it does, how does it, when it does, how he activates. I.e. go look at Riccardo’s sheet because I think every mage should look at his sheet on how to write powers for the mages.

O~kay~ We're at the last magician, so it's time I explained magic~

Magic in Toaru is based on foundations derived from culture and folklore. That is to say, the cultural groundings and traditions form an idolatry which is used for magic.

For instance, the shamanism of the Shuar, or the totemism of the Mongol Steppes are magic groundings in this setting. Creation of a spell list and the like are asinine, as 'what is possible for a magician' is based in cultural understanding. This character, for instance, has a handful of abilities related to his culture which were all approved by the GMs prior to use. This is the case both for magicians and espers.

The only thing that I would give you is that I wish the personality was more fleshed out and given a little more in terms of it’s depth. It’s not bad right now, but you do also have the same issue of not explaining the how or for example; It doesn’t matter if you’re desperately poor or amazingly affluent, as long as you meet his basic criteria.

Well, what is his basic criteria? Since everyone has different views on that. Or what does he consider honest and hardworking, since that means different things to other people? Beside that another solid good character.

This level of arrogance is frankly obscene, and a lovely transition point.

Now~ then~ let's~ begin~

REVIEW FOR MISTUGANE REN

First off, this has bugged me for a while, what sort of surname is "Mistugane"? Do you know any Japanese? Because you really shouldn't make up 'Japanese-sounding' names unless your character is a blatant chuunibyou or you actually know Japanese.

Ethnicity: Caucasian, and Eastern Asian [mix of Korean and Japanese]

Nationality: (What nationality is your character? If you get into quarters I will be sad though)

W~ow, so sad~

This is the infamous Rapunzel, you supposed he probably couldn’t have chosen his name it isn’t like he’s the one who came to the news reporters and told them what he wanted to be called. People only started calling, well you suppose him Rapunzel because of the strands of hair left at the crime scenes. He’s rather tall, freakishly tall, is he really a Japanese man? He’s also rather lean, thin, though formal in a unkempt suit and canvas shoes. The canvas is fading away and you can tell the suit has been well worn. Blond hair, lots and lots of blond hair. Though it oddly seems to have a mind of its own or maybe he’s controlling it because it’s not necessarily touching the ground. The tips of it just barely above the ground. He’s emitting a strong field around him.

“You’re the infamous Rapunzel?” you say in disbelief.

"I don't care for things like that, names are labels given by others in ways to categorize you for themselves. Most have never seen nor spoken to me, so all they have to go by is the label they gave me"

Obscured but not Oblivious [+]

His voice is light, in fact it’s a lot more airy than you expected. At times he lowers his octave just a tad lower like someone who doesn’t speak a tone much higher than a whisper. There are noticeable, but barely visible scars on his hand, even around his neck. His focus is steady and never wavering, it’s almost unsettling the way he looks at you with red irises that drag you inward. Like they have their own gravitational pull that keeps you engaged.

He also seems much calmer of a person than you expected to have committed the crimes he did. He’s pale, near albino, but his hair is just enough snow blonde to keep him from washing out entirely. His energy seems warm, almost inviting even if he seems to be looking past you like you are made of glass.

Why is this in the Ethnicity section?

Why is it in second-person?

Are you real, or are you the fabrication of a malefic deity whose sole goal is to see me cry?

Thank you for assuming how I feel. This is why second-person is the best point of view for establishing a character, especially in their Ethnicity section.

At most some people would sign off Ren has merely a delusional killer,

So, you're a little off, here.

I think you meant "as merely a delusional killer".

Just wanted to help, from one Roleplay Intellectual™ to another!

It doesn’t help that Ren is paranoid about others and equally distrusting of their intent. In fact that likely makes Ren come off as a someone who isn’t a team player and at most someone who wouldn’t get along with others, though that isn’t entirely true.

I'm glad you can criticize others' prose why not understanding grammar in the slightest. It really adds <perspective>.

Ren’s rarely the type of person to lash out without reason, even if his reasonings are warped and not quite something others could make out.

Ah, the classic insane character that middle schoolers make because people can't possibly understand their d e p t h as characters.

While he can be fickle with others, he is likely nonviolent unless someone has struck a particular nerve with him. He seems to have some discontent with those who sell lies and falsehoods. Discontent might not be the word, but an obsession is more like it. An obsession to prove to others with hope, that all they will discover is despair and a nagging Silence. A Silence he describes as a nagging white noise in his thoughts.

A couple of questions.

One, why is he certifiably insane?

Second, why is silence a proper noun?

It might be more true to say that Ren suffers at the hand of his own psychosis than he does at the hands or desire to murder. They say a true villain believes they are the hero in their own story. Though Ren’s never risen from that point of view, in fact in some enigmatic sense of his mental state he prefers the tabloids that hate him, that detest him. Who spite him and defame him.Because he believes there is no living in a world of lies.

We'll deal with why this is absurd shortly.

To him Smiles, Hope, and Optimism are the world’s greatest lies.

CRAAAAAWLING IN MY SKIIIIIIIIN

We smile when we’re angry, we smile when we’re sad.

THIS OOOOORANGE WIIIIIILL NOT PEEEEEEEEEL

We force optimism and hope down the throats of those that have been victims of trauma and those victims lie with a smile.

FEEEEEAAAAAAR IS HOOOOOOW I FAAAAAAAAAAALL

Why be the hero people praise, when there is someone among the group who feels bitter envy towards the hero? Their praise, their loyalty a lie. We lie with Happiness.

I THIIIIIIIIIIINK I'M GOOOOOOONNA KEEEEEEEEEEEL

And if that’s the case then, shouldn’t the world be more aware of its own miserable state? Happiness is a currency as valuable as actual money. To show people the truth behind it all, is to expose how this world uses Happiness to control you, your thoughts, your emotions, what you do and don’t buy? And when Happiness fails you, for some it hits them harder than others and they solve their unhappiness in a world that tortures them with this concept - with a gun or a noose.

This legitimately reads like the manifesto of a middle-schooler who just read and misunderstood Nietzsche for the first time.

It is as if you just put cumin in waffles.

With that said Ren doesn’t reject all forms of Happiness.

I asked for "cinnamon".

It’s usually the ones sold and exchanged like credit that usually bothers him. He can enjoy task, he calls them the difference between Purity and Corruption. There are pure forms of happiness, ones people don’t sell, package, and distribute like it has some kind of meaning behind it.

CINNAMON

With that said Ren doesn’t reject all forms of Happiness.

Yes, only the kinds you can buy with money.

It’s usually the ones sold and exchanged like credit that usually bothers him. He can enjoy task, he calls them the difference between Purity and Corruption. There are pure forms of happiness, ones people don’t sell, package, and distribute like it has some kind of meaning behind it.

If someone buys a vacation to the tropics? Fuck 'em, fake as hell.

Considering Ren’s unemployment, and his current living situation, he enjoys hiding at the public library.

Yes, as he is too poor to buy happiness. With the money.

Reading books on philosophy.

O H B O Y

Though that doesn’t mean he necessarily sees himself as pure of heart. Aware that his heart and soul is fading in obscurity. If he gets the chance, he enjoys tonkatsu. Even takoyaki. Though that often requires money he rarely has.

help

Ren rarely denies his flaws,

Ah, this must be the literary strategy known as 'self-insert'.

Premise: Mentally linked hair acts like a pseudo program given by the user, Ren, to perform task with his hair. The hair is reinforced by a frequency that mentally links Ren's hair to his mind like pseudo wires.

Now then, let's begin.

You are the only individual who required a proper redesign of your abilities before approval, as you by far demonstrated the largest misunderstanding of how Toaru works.

We required literal days to figure out how to make your ability work in canon mechanics, as opposed to everyone else, who either worked with mechanics implicitly, or who were understanding and rational enough that we could accomplish their goals in a matter of minutes.

Fundamentally this means the hair is programmed with a task. Each task is stored mentally by the user. While Ren has an infinite amount of task he could program his hair into performing, task are limited to the users' knowledge and are individually learned, and programmed before being applied. Ren's hair currently can be applied in these ways;

Seriously, dude, where do you get off criticizing others' writing?

This is legitimately webnovel-level tripe. This is webnovel-level tripe even after four rounds of revisions.

To be fully frank, we all acknowledged that your sheet was not up to a level we wanted to accept, but allowed it as we felt that you had put enough effort in to allow it.

You are the only person for whom we had to make such an exception.

Passive; Ren's hair when not being manipulated in some physical way, acts like a radar within a small zone around him. This radar allows him to sense, not directly know, movement in the area around him. Sudden shifts in the atmosphere or may be aware to someone's given presence.

For the record, this is the ability after several revisions.

-Ensnare - hair used as a trap, like strings or invisible wires that an enemy can be restrained by. While they are delicates to blade or sharp objects, they only grab on tighter the more an individual struggles to break free by hand.

-Molded - Ren can mold his hair into shapes, these shapes are what he uses to spy around the city. They don't tell him specific information, but they relay back to him like a form of radar or some kind of ping to be located. Other parts of his hair pick up this single and they allow him to decipher what's up. It will never be concrete information, for example "oh an evil girl is blowing up a building with blonde hair".

Please refer to the earlier explanation of magic.

I'm not going to quote the backstory. Not only is it poorly written and not only does it fail to accomplish what its name is, but it is a complete showing of hypocrisy. This is not a backstory which organically slots into the character, this is a third-rate dialogue between characters about a character who we are left to assume matters on and which fails to encapsulate the character in any of the ways you articulated as important.

It is frankly reprehensible that you have the gall to criticize characters when you write drivel like this.

...ah, did you think we were done?

No, no.

You chose to be crude to our players, and I've been let off the leash~

So, let's take a look at your other great creations, Sir Intellectual~

Age: 16

Trainer Class: Street Thug

Class Bonus: A street thug has to be smart and be able to outwit those that oppose them. All allying Pokemon have the ability to escape a move that otherwise would trap them or switch out despite a move that might forbid switching out.

Region: Kalos

Team Info: Persim - what the heck is a persim anyway, sounds - oh it’s a berry, well why are all the teams berries, sounds pathetic. Except Sitrus cause you know you could squeeze that in someone’s eyes

A young boy has taped a mask to wear over his head, crafted well with nails and discarded bits of trash he has found to decorate it with eccentricities. Is this his attempt to scare others, perhaps intimidate them? As you like at the dragon shaped construction he has shaped for himself. Underneath the mask isn’t at all that intimidating of a boy, he’s your stereotypical teenager, he’s a handsome good looking kid, despite the split ends in his hair or the look like it needs a cut.

You’re cautious to approach considering next to him is a steel bat and he has an off putting attitude. Torn jeans, and worn canvas shoes. With a white hoodie that has seen better days, it has stains on it, though he has a variety of Pokemon shapes to them, a Zubat, a Voltorb, something about anarchist rebelling. Black fingerless gloves, the only thing that seems strange to this kid’s appearance is the ring he chooses to wear on his ring finger it’s a simple gold band with a simple letter carved in it; GF.

He lifts his head up and smiles.

“Don’t worry about getting your butt whooped, I’ll tell all the other losers that they have a new friend waiting in line for revenge,” he laughs.

He sounds cocky and rather self assured, there isn’t anything in his voice that would be described as hesitation. His voice light, and airy, with a very faint amount of nasal to his tone, giving the impression of some kind of brat. He certainly comes off as one with his smug smirks, his cocky body posture, his posturing with his beat, leaning on it, or swinging it in the air. Him leaning over it, goading you to make the first move with a “come on” gesture.

This is the full sheet.

I'm not going to say more.

I won't break it down, I won't criticize it, I won't expound.

I just want you to compare this to everything you had to say about the other characters.

I want to see if you can become self-aware.

CON~VERSE~LY~

Personality: Likes riddles and puzzles. Talks in riddles. Is a prankster and mischievous in nature.

History: Oldest Wonderland member. May have existed before Wonderland. No one knows where he has come from. Likes Alice because she was the only person who understood him. Now without Alice he is alone.

REALLY

MAKES

ME

T H I N K

Frankly, I've spent enough time on this. I have other things to do tonight, and am finally able to see my family's dog again in time for the holidays, so I will busy myself with that.

Let me close this out.

If I ignore the unacceptable parts of your conduct as a roleplayer, there is nothing there.

If I ignore the pointless vitriol, the aggressive conduct towards GM and player alike, the poor writing, the hypocritical and misplaced attacks, the lack of reading comprehension, and the utter misunderstanding of the setting, then there is nothing left.

I cannot ignore the 'bad' about how you have behaved in this roleplay without visualizing everything you have contributed as a series of entirely blank posts.

I am forgiving for those whose style I disagree with, those who I personally dislike, those who are poor as writers, and so on.

My tipping point is that you are outright rude and antagonistic to both our players and our GMs.

Failure is built into the essence of your conduct.

You are banned from this roleplay. Please do not post here in the future, whether as a response to this post or otherwise.

Please do not contact anyone from the Discord server unless they reach out to you first.

Please do not involve yourself with this roleplay in the future.

Thank you, and have a good day.

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Now~ then~

Let's get back to having fun, everyone~

How about that pizzeria~?

A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

Claudius Caligula Westerson

Zero Degrees Lounge, School District 15

@Crusader Lord@liferusher@Breo

What is "wrong"?

If you ask a human this question, you will get a variety of answers. Wrong is incorrect, wrong is impossible, wrong is disgusting or disturbing or foolish.

At its core, wrong is wrong. It is one of the few concepts that is perfectly essentialist. Wrong is wrong. Right is not wrong because wrong is not right.

And so, the doors to the place that Claudius had designated as his 'lunchtime spot for today' swung open, a feeling that could not be expressed in words flowed outwards with it at the center. A sense beyond sight spoke to nothing, informing it of a truth both "of" the world and "beyond" the world.

This pizzeria, this space, this thing is wrong.

There are many different senses of fear.

The fear of a stronger human.

Of something which is perfectly understood, but which cannot be killed by your ability. You understand man, you understand what would have been needed to accomplish to defeat it, and you understand that you lack that much. This is the weakest fear. Predictable, simple, trite. A meaningless illusion that can hardly be called fear.

The fear of a hurricane or an earthquake.

Of a process beyond your "control". Something which you understand, but which you cannot know in totality and infinity. It has no mind, it is merely a process, a result of predetermined actions and ends, and yet you know that it is greater than yourself. A process, there is always a process, and yet this fear barely stands above the fear of another human.

The fear of a monster.

Of something that you are not, that you do not understand and yet you know you will die. If God is all-knowing and all-powerful, the monster is a being of human knowledge and powerlessness. It is the reachable but utterly incomprehensible abyss. It is an end.

The fear of a god.

Of abject inferiority, of acknowledgement that you are nothing. A cosmic speck in the hand of the Bodhisattva. That which creates, that which destroys, that which acts in a transcendent form with the scream of "naught" roaring in their mind, barely able to pay you attention as you are done away with.

This was none of those.

This was all of those.

Plot. Scheme. Make your preparations. Cast your spells. Perform your calculations. Create. Destroy. Ask why. Slit your throat. None of it will do you any good.

Not the fear of man or process or god or devil. It is all useless because this is the most primal fear.

This is the fear of wrong.

Heavy steps strode forth. Each pound of his blasted heart sent surges of fire through his limbs.

The reek of tomato sauce and strawberry ice cream, of oregano and mint chip, of wrong wrong wrong wrong WrONg-

He could not bend. He could not break.

Yes, because after all, after all...

It takes a concept to defeat another concept.

"...one black coffee."

Declaration.

Sentence.

The world starts.

The world ends.

A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

Claudius Caligula Westerson

Hell on Earth, School District 15

In the aftermath of the thugs’ collective flight, an accomplishment which had baffled Judgement and Anti-Skill alike, a lone man had emerged to make sense of the chaos. A brilliant madman. A terrifying genius. Tiresias, the blind leading the sighted. It is here that, after laying in wait, standing behind the veil of such mundanities as ‘making friends’ and ‘getting lunch with his sister’, that he made his appearance.

Rise up, hero.

Even if your strength is but a pale shadow of His, it surely cannot be naught.

...

“...no, no, that’s incorrect. Gahaha! Is it not clear?! The truth that my eyes pierce through has already cut through the veil of deception!”

Where there had once been a throng of concerningly organized thugs, there were now members of Anti-Skill searching the premises, picking up what scraps of information and evidence they could. Among them stood a figure who certainly ‘did not belong’.

Yes, in the first place, this was a man of the Magic Side, a being of occult fancy who had no place in the monument to science that was Academy City. Were the eyeless gaze of the sealed tower open, it would no doubt be fixed towards beings such as himself. Were his true nature known, he would not be able to stand in public so brazenly. However, he stood there nonetheless, side-by-side with a member of Anti-Skill. A member whose request had called him to this place, and among the first true friends he had met in this sprawling cityscape. His name was Liam Napoce, but the being of magic had chosen to instead assign him a nickname. Simply, ‘A’.

The figure himself was the very picture of absurdity. A young adult whose attire was a horrid mismatch of different eras of history, sunglasses far too small to be of use veiling his eyes, he appeared.

The hero. The transcendent. The protagonist.

This. Is. Claudius.

“Listen closely, my dear friend! This is no mere bottle! This was a glass container used to hold approximately forty fluid ounces of an alcoholic substance!”

A hand swept down, a spear of light thrust down from the Kingdom Above to sear away the black ignorance below. The site of indication was clear, the shards of glass that had once been a bottle thrown haphazardly down by one of the thugs, their apparent ringleader of sorts.

“What does tha-...wait, you couldn’t mean...”

At the words of Claudius, confusion splayed itself across Liam’s face, before being written over with something else. Incredulity. Self-derision. Abject fear. Color drained out of his face as he looked from the shards of glass to Claudius himself, a visible shudder tracing along the arch of his spine.

“...I am afraid so. If that is the nature of the opposition, it is only logical that they were able to escape.”

“That bastard! Does he want to get arrested?! I’ll arrest him, you know!”

“Calm yourself, A! We must keep a level head. Remember, a being such as that is bound to ‘rules’; just as espers are bound to laws of science, they are bound to ‘stories’. In order to defeat them, then...”

“...create something that cages their narrative. And if we need to stop something from running wild, then-“

“-Don’t speak it aloud. He may have ears still present. But yes, that is what must be done. The others would decry such methods, but one such as you...I have faith, A. Do not hesitate to call upon my strength, if aid is needed.”

“Heh, got it. I’ll...no, we’ll arrest him.”

Nodding solemnly before going separate ways, the two took to their own next steps.

For Liam, it was investigation.

For Claudius, though?

For Claudius, it was food.

He had skipped breakfast.

@Breo

A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

The Protagonist (False)

Name: Westerson, Claudius Caligula
Nickname: "That Guy"
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthday: 08/30
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 81 kg
Nationality: Japanese

Character

Personality: In a world of ESPers, where combat, medicine, and research all pivot around those powers that transcend human mundanity, those without such abilities are forced to the delegation of side characters or faceless individuals who only exist as a means of moving from point A to point B. This is an absolute fate, and it is this absolute fate that Claudius wages war on. He is an unsalvageable chuunibyou, an outspoken buffoon, and a mad scientist who has dedicated his life to turning the magical into the mundane.
Claudius believes himself to be a "protagonist", a being destined to defeat the ESP-archy that he perceives the world around him to be. In the face of tyranny, he stands tall, an unbending oak to weather the storm. In interactions with others, he is recklessly ostentatious and loudmouthed, a ridiculous jester without peer who is prone to monologue at the slightest opportunity.
Viewing all others as subordinates, inferiors, lesser beings, jesters, and the like, he proclaims himself as a being of a higher standing. Even with regards to those who are objectively above him in ability, such as otherworldly monsters from a higher dimension, transcendent gods who exist outside of time, or his elementary school principal, he does not change this demeanor. For those rare individuals who either believe his words or pretend to play along though, he treats them as valued "sidekicks", though they are still of course disposable pawns. As one could imagine, he has the concept of protagonism so hammered into his soul that it cannot be divorced.
Probably great at parties.

Biography: Claudius descends from a relatively long line of ESPers (read: one of his ancestors was a Gemstone and the rest are just normal people), but was born without ESP himself. His parents were not unreasonable people, and did not view him as lesser for this unfortunate circumstance, raising him as they would any other child. The trouble came when Claudius was seven and his parents had their second child, a girl, who was blessed with a talent currently assessed as rank 4 (read: she went to Academy City and was assessed as a rank 4 after the usual treatment of hard drugs). While Claudius's parents were not the type to show overt favoritism, they couldn't help but show a trace more attention to their prodigy of a daughter (read: they wrote letters to their daughter who was over in Academy City instead of going to Claudius’s science fair). This was Claudius's turning point; refusing to accept the reality around him, he proclaimed that he would overcome ESP as a concept, and become something greater.
The next decade was filled with Claudius moving to this endeavor. Neglecting his studies to the point where he just barely scraped through school, shutting out all others and immersing himself in his work, he tinkered endlessly to realize his dream. His parents, not wanting to dissuade him from his passions, helped fund his projects, and every so often Claudius actually managed to churn out an invention that worked relatively well and even earned some money thanks to it. While not having the most familiar sibling relationship, he did get along rather well with the sister that had caused him all of this grief, mainly because she was just a little kid who didn't realize that her brother was a fucking weirdo (read: because she lived in a different city and has not seen him face to face in four years). In the process, he shattered the binds on his own fate, and through coming across an ancient text, a grimoire of old, broke through his own mundanity to become a being wrought from magic.
Regardless, even this was not enough. Proclaiming that he could not stay at home forever, Claudius abandoned his family name and replaced it with a new one, "Westerson" (as well as adding a middle name for reasons unknown), before leaving home to travel to the heart of the ESP-archy: the tyrannical place known as Academy City (read: he kinda just wanted to visit his sister for a bit and laugh at ESPers). He told his parents that when he saw them next, he would have conquered all ESP.
He asked them to keep sending him money, though.

School: N/A (Dropout Vagrant)

Grade: N/A (Dropout Vagrant)

Faction: "ESP-archy- CHANGE HIERARCHY" (ECH for short) (Only has one member) (The member is Claudius) (Just in case that was unclear)

Skills

High-Speed Calculation: Self-explanatory. Also extends to reading.

Improvisation: Capability to create tales and ideas that make the Silmarillion seem tame, all in the span of a second and a half. A ridiculous existence who can weave complex narratives that not even he can follow.

Monologuing: Capacity to deliver hour-long monologues at the drop of a hat, seemingly without ever pausing to take a breath.

Tactless Physical Force: Can defeat a small swarm of five year old children in ritual combat through skillful employment of 'punching'. Surprisingly powerful.

Running Like a Bitch: By placing one foot in front of the other, a form of high-speed transit through the first three axes of the world is achievable.

Mage

Mage Name: Innovare515- 'The world starts, the world ends.'

Magical System: Imagination Materialization

Description: Subset (read: useless premature result) of Alchemy which appeals to the actualization of form. In terms of theory, it is perhaps more similar to ESP than magecraft. From an outsider's perspective, it is simply the materialization of objects through expenditure of mana. To put it in terms more conducive to magic, the 'referent' of a word within human understanding is used to access the meaning attached to that 'referent', thus generating a catalyst by which phenomena can be formed. Naturally, this scales as one would imagine.

Theme

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Fate/Factitious Paradigm has concluded.

The events of the final battle will be revealed in Fate/Veracious Posterity, to be announced at a later date.

We thank you all for your time and hard work.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Interlude X

[At the End of a Miracle]
Greater Ruler (True)

The great Ruler of this war, the overseer of its madness, was not engaged in a fight for his life. He was not making a heroic last stand in the name of the ritual that he was pledged to protect. He was merely hiding. Far beneath the earth in a miniature cavern that he had hollowed out, curled up into a ball, he shuddered and prayed that the conflict above would end.

“I-I’m adding an extra, because you did a wretched job of the last one!”

Pale hands shaking as he hugged his own torso, eyes bulging out of his head in fear, he screamed out towards the only one who could save him from the encroaching calamity. His Noble Phantasm.

“This is your last Labor! You won’t be forgiven if you fail here!”

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An annoying fly screamed annoying things in his ear, but that was simple to ignore. After all, he had grown. He was no longer a hero of repentance. Now, standing in front of an enemy that threatened the world, he was simply a hero.

Eighty of these damn things had appeared without warning. Initially, he had prepared to strike them all down with a single blow, but they had come together, becoming one. It was a pity, but that was to be expected. This enemy knew him, and he knew this enemy.

Since then, they had been locked in combat. If he was as weak as he had been when fighting that Caster or that boy, he would have died without question. At that time, he was below even what his power as a Servant was. But, as the war had gone on, he had grown, surpassing his limits and becoming something more. That was the heart of his legend, after all. It was thanks to this that he was able to hold his own against this enemy.

A miniature sun stole one of his lives. A procession of beasts stole one of his lives. A spear of death was warded off. The cry of the forest was warded off.

Another few of these things appeared, joining that conglomerate while he was resurrecting from the most recent death. It was a small change, but that was enough to tip the scales.

A distortion of space stole one of his lives. A cry of the forest stole one of his lives. A spear of death stole one of his lives. The world became a world without a sun.

He would die here. He could perhaps delay the enemy, and inflict some wounds. He had riddled out the nature of its immunity and had become resistant to most of its abilities by now, after all. But, he would die here.

“...”

Something entered the underworld. Streaking faster than even the enemy could react, it appeared and melded into him. It settled in his core, thrumming in tandem with the six others that were already present. The six spiritual cores of the fallen Servants that occupied his existence became seven.

A new strength filled his limbs. A single life was restored, but that was not nearly as important as that strength. With the seventh spiritual core, he had become whole. He had begun as weaker than even ‘himself as a Servant’, but now he had ascended far beyond what was possible for a Servant. Through the labors he had undergone over the course of the war and the taking in of his spiritual cores, his legend had been recreated in this vessel. One could call this ‘power equal to a Heroic Spirit’, or even a ‘counterfeit Grand class’. He used neither. To him, this was simply his true power, the height that he had strived to reach in life, regained even in death.

The enemy was panicked. It concentrated its power. He was certain that the resources it was allocating to cope with him, both in the sheer number of the things and in the proportion of energy it was able send out through his teacher’s seal, was disproportionately high. It was likely making that even higher, a frantic bid to strike him down now that he had grown. Each and everyone one of the remaining hundred-some enemies across the city disappeared from their respective battles without warning, all coming together to face him. Sparing even a scrap of power here, against this enemy, would mean certain death. And so, they prepared their greatest offensive, an attack that stepped into the realm of their unsealed state’s power, an attack they could only use once due to its cost, but would pour out without hesitation if it meant defeating this enemy.

His instincts screamed out. Even with his body in the state that it was, far hardier than any Servant’s, the attack that was coming was sufficient to take fourteen lives, far more than the number he had remaining. But, the hero did not buckle. Without realizing, a smile had formed on his face. A battle to save the world, his blood was boiling. As the enemy’s attack was prepared, he released his great bow. This was a clash of their strongest techniques. If his attack came too late, or if it was insufficient, then he would undoubtedly die.

“Nine Lives...”

“Agrios...”

Understand the basic composition, separate it into its components. Utilize all knowledge of the enemy. Their body, their mind, their Authorities, their resistances, their legends, their ‘everything’. Take in the blessing of the goddess that has just appeared, and create an attack that will turn its one percent chance into one hundred. Imagine the tree of possibilities, and design something that can crush every branch it has.

He strained for more. Simply using his own power would not be enough, but he was not merely himself. He was a Lesser Grail. Since that was the case, he had the right. Burning up his spiritual foundation, burning up the spiritual cores within him, burning up the Holy Grail system itself. Something that went far beyond even Broken Phantasm, a suicidal attack to save the world. If this failed here, it would be the end. The other Servants could not sustain themselves with the Holy Grail system ruined.

It was a selfish act.

It was a narcissistic act.

...But, beyond all else, it was the act of a hero.

“Eleutherios!”

The enemy’s attack was released, and in that moment—

“...Anti-Beast.”

Heracles surpassed his legend.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Interlude IV

[Mountain Stars II]
Hero / Monster

He could not explain it.

He had felt the waves of that concealed combat, he had perceived the existence of the monster, but that alone was not enough to justify him coming here in person. Why had he done so? It defied all reason. It was as if something had spurred him along to do so, as if a wish formed by billions had pushed him forwards.

It was for this reason that he stood there. It was for this reason that he faced something he now recognized. Yes, there was no doubt.

This was not merely a monster. This was a Monster. This was a Monster with the authority to devour all heroes.

Standing before it, he felt a mad maelstrom of emotions. Incredulity, denial, rage, melancholy, nostalgia, but above all of those was a pure, primal terror.

"...that spear..."

...but, none of these were due to the Monster.

In the first place, no Monster could make him fear like this. The worst that it could do was kill. It was simply a beast of destruction and power, regardless of how much it eclipsed him. That did not matter to him. That could not matter to him.

No, the terror was from the object in the Monster's possession.

It was worse than he had imagined. Infinitely worse. It was, without question, 'the most terrifying thing in this world'.

He had merely thought that what was here was a monster.

However.

That spear was something else entirely.

That spear was something that reached for a star beyond such trite words as heroes and monsters.

That spear was a prayer for the end of the world.

A torn laugh nearly sliced its way from his throat. How fitting, how heart-wrenchingly fitting that he'd see this again.

He could not oppose it. He was weak. He was hopelessly, pointlessly weak. If the prayer of that spear was realized, that would be it. They would all be gone. Not merely him, not merely humans, but all of them. Their lives, their creations, their world itself would become dust.

There will be no books singing praises of their heroes.

There will be no statues vaunted in their name.

There will be no children to carry on their story.

Yes, he was helpless to stop that prayer after it had been realized.

...but, for now, that had not come to pass. So, there was a chance. A fraction of a chance existed to prevent that inescapable end from falling upon this planet.

His eyes glinted with a feral madness that found itself mirrored in the Monster's eyes. A single misstep here would be fatal, not merely for him but for 'everything'.

Well...I suppose it's time, then.

Time to be a real hero for once.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

@Kyuuzen
Hiya~

Would you be able to join the RP discord (linked in the OOC OP)? It'd make the review a bit more convenient on our end~

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Hi, all. Unsure if you're still accepting sheets, but I recently finished something that I'd like to use here, if possible~

Captain Achaea

"We need tension...conflict. The world today has become too soft. We're living in an age where true feelings are suppressed. So we're going to shake things up a bit."

Name: Ajax the Great

Title: Captain Achaea

Class: Archer

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Gods

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Think Captain America with a little bit of spice from Revolver Ocelot.

Bio: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ajax_the_Great

Weapon: Rho Aias.


Parameters

STR: B+
END: A
AGI: B
MGI: D
LCK: -



Class Skills

Independent Action: B

It is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for two days without a Master. However, this is the ideal value achieved by maximally conserving mana and avoiding battle and Noble Phantasm usage

Magic Resistance: B

Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

Personal Skills

Eye of the Mind (True): A+

A danger-avoidance ability that utilizes the intelligence collected up to the current time as the basis in order to predict the opponent’s activity and change the current situation. This is not a result of talent, but an overwhelming amount of combat experience. A weapon wielded by none other than a mortal, gained through tenacious training. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.

The plus modifier activates with regards to projectile prediction, the innate strength of Archer, at which point his capacity for battle analysis has entered the realm of true precognition.

Projectile (Universal): A+++

The expertise for throwing projectile weapons. In this case, all thrown weapons are treated as something that Archer is skilled in, and indeed this is his means of qualification for the Archer class. Thrown objects exceed even the realm of firearms.

The triple modifier activates in the case of the projectile in question possessing the concept of a shield, due to synergy with the Noble Phantasm.

All Fiction: -

Denial of fictions that exist outside of the proper history of man’s possibility. That is to say, a burden of existence that rejects abilities and feats with such a root. One might call this the evolution of skills which claim to deny the gods.

Something that can be called equivalent to a Noble Phantasm in stature, the existence accorded to the mere mortal who was the sole man to go unscathed in a war of gods.

Within Archer’s presence, abilities that are impossible within the laws of the proper history of man fail to activate. This naturally includes feats accomplished through imaginary constructs. Nothing more than human effort and the physical world is permitted to hold sway; extrinsic fictions shall be tossed aside as the drivel they are.

...however, at the same time, this is an actualization of Archer as one who shall forever lose, similar to the wielder of an ability by the same name. Consequently, capacity to resist fate is below even the standard minimum for Servants.

Sheep Slaughter: EX

A capability accorded by Archer’s greatest regret: the wanton slaughter of livestock that he committed in a fit of rage, and indeed, the last act that a great hero of his stature committed.

Ordinarily, this would not be sufficient to grant Archer an elimination rank skill; however, beratement and association of this act with his legend has irreparably tied Heroic Spirit Ajax to the act of “murders sheep”, and indeed, it is not a mistake to say that this has become a consequence of his existence rather than a learned ability due to such.

Against beings that are ‘livestock’, offensive and defensive abilities can be said to become ‘irrelevant’, and Archer furthermore possesses a property (self fate alteration) that deems an absolute assignment of victory and survival against such livestock. For clarification’s sake, a livestock is defined as a being that exists within the confines of a ‘pen’.


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Name: Rho Aias
Title: Sevenfold Web of Flame-Wreathed Petals

Rank: A+
Range: -
Classification: Anti-Unit
Max Targets: 7

The great shield of Archer, which bore him through the Trojan War. The shield itself is a bulwark composed of seven layers of oxhide, which conceptually boasts an “absolute protection” against thrown weapons, exceeding the concept of ranks. Against weapons or forms of interference outside of this scope, though, the defensive value of this Noble Phantasm is merely treated as its numerical value according to such scale. It is worth noting that, due to mystery and accumulated years, the oxhide composing each of the shield’s layers can be considered the equivalent to a Phantasmal Beast of the millennium rank’s body in its nature.

Archer is capable of dividing his shield implicitly. That is to say, Archer may summon a total of seven shields at any given time. However, while the conceptual property is retained in such a case, the standard armor class of his shield drops in proportion to the number of shields present; if all seven shields are summoned, then, each one merely possesses a single layer of oxhide.

Through release of the true name, this weakness is temporarily overturned, each individual shield obtaining the same defensive value as the whole. Moreover, during the period of deployment, each shield present inherently deploys a Bounded Field that expands the concept and defensive measures of each shield, as well as actualizing the natural forms of physical interference inherent to such things upon its surroundings.

It is also good to know that, should multiple shields be present during the effects of release of the true name, their Bounded Fields are implicitly treated as “walls which are connected”. It is theorized that this aspect was one designed by Heroic Spirit Ajax in order to mimic the walls of Troy.