Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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8 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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9 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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9 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
Well, that's enough falling for now. Time to . . .
"Huh."
As Ky flipped over in the air, getting ready to use his magic to break his fall, he saw a girl suddenly leap into action up the tree, reaching out to catch him with a giant claw made out of water, before letting him down easily. He looked up at the girl, who quickly continued on her way without a word, causing the Godslayer to tilt his again once again in confusion before he realized something. Reaching down to check his sides, he let out a slight curse as he realized that he left his swords up on top of the tree. Not really wanting to go through the hassle of actually climbing that tree again, he decided to just bring them to him, as they still held a tiny bit of his magic in them from when he used them to fly up to the small hang out spot in the first place.
Up where Ceri, and now Klisa, where talking a sudden flash of black light would be all they'd have to alert them to the activation of the weapons before the two blades flew up from where they were stationed, cutting off the tip of Ceri's hood and the heat from one blade singing one of the straps of Klisa's dress to the point that one sudden movement would likely snap it. The smell of burning cloth was all the lingered as the blades soared down towards the waiting hands of Ky, who then sheathed them before walking off, whispering to himself as he did so.
[color]=Ivory]"Twilight Godslayer's Veil"[/color]
And with that, his form would soon faded into nothingness as the magic took hold, and tracking him after that would be hard as he would soon lose himself in the festival crowd's, his less than familiar scent lost in the maze of human bodies. After some walking around, Ky would discover Mary's stand, and saw that she seemed to be involved with some golden haired pretty boy of some kind. He didn't know what the deal was, but as he stood near the two, looking too and fro, he'd notice a small brown wallet on the table stand. He reached forward to pick it up, and to the two in question, the wallet would seem to rise into the air all by itself for a moment, before drifting off to the right and suddenly disappearing. Any confusion the two might have, however would be answered soon enough as the Godslayer suddenly spoke, this time coming from Mary's left.
"Hey . . . know who this belongs to?"
The wallet would appear again for a brief second before disappearing again, as Ky didn't want to get too involved in whatever was going on between his fellow S-class guildmate and this golden fop. As such, he'd keep walking slowly around the area within earshot of her response, and once he had it, he'd hopefully be on his way.
@Vongola_Hasayo The swords in the smith section are W.I.P as I look for pictures/Inspiration, but I plan to have around 6-8 swords in total, with only 2 A-rank blades.
"With my Father gone, it's up to me to uphold the honor of our family. . . however shattered it may be."
Basic Info
Name:: Akane Shimizu Nickname/Alias:: N/A Gender:: Female Age and date of birth:: 24, April 21
Guild:: Harpy's Wing
Rank:: A Rank
Personal Information
Personality:: Most people would label Akane as a stone-cold bitch, and they'd be pretty on the mark with that assessment. Akane doesn't believe in being sweet, demure, or even pleasant around most people, making sure that everyone nows where they stand when they approach her. She does show respect to those who have earned it, such as her guildmaster and Phoebe, but to most others she's aloof at best to what they have to say, and down-right hostile to those who have earned her ire, like Umiko and Goldas, just as likely to try and cut them into as she is to greet them with a disgusted glare, especially the former. She isn't one who makes friends, but to those whose presence she tolerates, she is . . . an interesting person to be around, always speaking her mind and never suffering for lying of any sort. If you're bad at something,s he'll tell you that to your face, but will follow it up with tips on how to improve and what needs work. SHe's never mean for the sake of being mean, they'll always be a reason for her behavior.
However, underneath her rough exterior, there is a rather tortured and stressed soul. Akane has always been under the impression that she needs to be the very best that she an be, and that she can never show even a smidgen of weakness, not even when it may be self-destructive to keep up such a facade. This makes it so that she loathes going to doctors or getting any forms of assistance from anyone, as she finds it an insult to her pride and will often do her best to refuse such support. Akane also suffers from a rather extreme case of schizophrenia, which causes her to see things that aren't there and hear voices whispering into her ears. This condition only got worse after the stress of her father's death and the betrayal of her siblings both leaving her all by herself. When mixed with the influence of her Mark of the Twin Dragons, she had to resort to taking medications to suppress the voices and visions to a state where she can still function. The fact that she even has this condition is a secret held by only her, her father, and the clan healer who prescribes the medicine she takes. To everyone else, she tells them that she's just taking some dietary supplements or some other such throw away explanation.
History:: Akane's life has always been a struggle against her own shortcomings and feelings of mediocrity. Her father and mother were both great people, and her father was an especially great fighter, his strength inspiring her to follow in his footsteps, training with him as soon as she was able. However, two things caused her to feel less than worthy of being her father's heir: her condition, which even at a tender young age was something she was ashamed of, and her mark. The mark she wished she had been born with were those of her Father, that of the Sea and Sky dragons, but instead she was born into the world with the rarest, possibly most powerful, and definitely most dangerous marks that had ever existed: The Marks of Chaos and Destruction. The Dragons loop all across her body, the purple and greens of Chaos melding strangely with the black and red of Destruction until they both stoped with mouths open in challenges on her forearms, seeming ready to bite down all attacks that dared to face them. This marks, while offering great destructive power, also had the reputation of driving most of those who wielded them insane, the dark forces at play with in them ripping their mind to shreds until they finally couldn't take it any more and ended their own lives. Thus, this mark has another name within the Shimuza clan: The marks of Death and Despair.
However, even with these obstacles in her way, she forged ahead, her father's encouraging presence helping her along until, along with her new little sister, she seemed to have almost conquered the demons inside of her. However, her mother's death at the hands of her brother put the first chink in her mental defenses. At that moment, when she looked upon her mother's cold form, then turned to look at what they'd gotten in exchange, she felt something cold and unpleasant settle in her stomach, and the voices began to whisper again, pushing her to commit unspeakable deeds upon her mother's infantile killer. But she resisted, and took in her new sibling with love and caring. In those days, she was kinder . . . happier . . . more at peace with herself and the world around her. However, as they years went by, Akane noticed that her father seemed to spend more and more time with his son, leaving her along as she got older and older, even being slightly neglectful in favor of this last child. She knew that she should be understanding of this, cause unlike her, him and her little sister would grow up without a mother . . . but that cold feeling in her stomach, which had never gone away, only became heavier as time past. ANd so the years would go, her resentment for her youngest sibling growing larger and larger behind the smile and loving nature she showed to him.
She didn't want to feel this way, she wanted to love her brother unconditionally, wanted to have their family be together, wanted to feel safe with those around her. But the voices never stopped whispering, the dragons seeming to slowly but surely move across her frame, their coils tightening around her neck as they sought for the right moment to strike. In the end, the final straw that broke her facade was the day, soon after her father's death, when her brother told her that he was going to Golem's Hand. . . that he was leaving, not only with the Shimizu mark and their father's sword, but at a time when they needed to stay together more than ever. Their father was dead and he wanted to leave the family, heading over to their sworn rivals. In this moment, as the anger surged into her veins, so to did the voices and visions. For a second, she could see nothing but darkness, soon followed by a cacophony of screaming voices as her emotions and sickness took hold of her, screaming out all of her feelings, thoughts, and truths out at the boy before her. She told him that she had always hated him, that he had taken her mother, had stolen away her father, and was now trying to run off with everything he had stolen from this family like the cowardly wretch he was. He probably returned words of his own, but she was too enraged to hear them. In that moment, they both drew their blades and clashed with each other, with Akane summoning her dragons for the first time. In the middle of the day, all that could be heard coming from their compound was the sound of explosions, clashing steel, and rage. Soon, her brother was ran off, his face forever scarred with the mark of her blade, and his place in the household revoked from him. As far as Akane was concerned at the moment, her brother had never existed, and that the man known as Umiko was a blight upon the Shimuza name.
After that day, her sister followed in the blight's footsteps, leaving Akane by herself, with her family shattered into pieces too small to even be seen. Ever since, she has been consumed by her guilt, hatred, and despair, though you'd never tell by looking at her. She has completely closed herself from all other people, never forming any close bonds with others and taking on her new persona as an attempt to fend off more pain.
Magic
Magic Name:: Mystic Smith Magic Description:: This magic allows the user to recreate any weapon they may have come across and ability it may have, aslong as they're able to memorize it's structure via saturating the weapon in their magical energy. It can also be used to alter said weapon, though usually such alterations will weaken the blade in some way. For Example, by making a sword that is able to catch on fire to launch said fire, it may loose out a bit in durability,it's own cutting power, or the power of the flames being launched. ALso, any swords that are made in this fashion are able to be telekinetically moved and wielded by the user, as well as summoned at a moment's noticed while manifested if the user has been disarmed in some way. Let it be noted that the weapons are ranked in power from E-S, and that the stronger the weapon, the longer it takes to memorize its structure, and the more costly it is to make, limiting how many of such a weapon can be made, as well as how fast such a weapon can be formed. Also, once a weapon is made, it's as real as the weapon it's based on, and thus can't be dispelled or canceled out once it's been fully manifested. Known Spells::
Regular Sword(E): It's just a regular sword, though it's finely crafted, and has no other special abilities.
Dragon's Breath(B): A great-sword shaped like the head of a dragon, with the center of the blade holding a barrel-esque opening that allows for it's special abilty to activate. There is a flame Lacrima implanted in the hilt, and when activated, it blows out a stream of fire through the barrel, making the great-sword double as a flame thrower, as well as doubling the weapons effective range.
Chain-blade(D): This blade is filled with many special lacrima that allow the intersecting bits to hold steady when the blade is in it's normal form, but on a command, they release their hold in order to let it whip out, making it a very versatile weapon.
(TBD)
Magic Name:Twin Marks of the Dragon: Chaos and Destruction Description:Unlike her siblings, Akane has access to both of her dragons, being able to wield both of them at once if she wanted to, though such an action wouldn't be very advisable. The dragon of destruction increases her strength and magical potency, as well as serving as a form of barrier due to the fact that the magic that forms the dragon is exceptionally focused and dense, enabling it to barrel through most obstacles as well as beating down on foes. Chaos, on the other hand, is more of a fluid and destabilizing force, breaking up enemy attacks and devouring the left over ethernano in order to grow in size and power. The chaos dragon also exerts a form of disorientation on those nearby, altering their perception of their environment so that up seems like down, left seems like right, and chocolate tastes like vanilla, as well as any other number of ways, though Akane has no control over the type of effect the dragon's presence will have once manifested. However, powerful as these dragons are, they have a heavy toll on the user's mind, especially on Akane. The voices and visions get even more intense and harder to ignore or dismiss as things seem to become increasingly real and frightening to her. It can get to the point where she can just breakdown into a gibbering mess, curling up into a ball as she covers her ears, closes her eyes, and tries to ride out the chaos until the dragon's decide to leave her be, because also unlike her siblings, she has no control over her dragons. In fact, it's more like they have all of the control over her.
Other
Can't handle spicy foods at all, but will eat them if challenged to
Has a weak spot for flowers and gardening, and tends to a small bonzai tree in her room, which she's named Shiro
I'm making a character for Harpy's Wing for Leslie's Halls family thing. Just thought I should throw that out there. Expect a CS within the next hour or two.
@ZarkunYes I have and that did lead to confusion when I was reading through this, but I decided to just go with the flow of the conversation as I read it.
@hatakekuroYou're denial of Ridable chickens in this universe is invalid because this world has magic, with very loosely defined rules. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if someone had a type of animal modification magic and thus made giant ridable chickens.
Belka is a very bad environment for Argus, and only seems to increase his tendency to make increasingly bad decisions. I feel like Frenzy Plant was not the right guild for him as far as compatibility goes, though he could definitely learn a thing or two from them as far as discipline is concerned, though all things considered, he's probably to against the guild and Sanders to pay heed to any such lessons at the moment.
"Call me a pet again, dear Maxie, and I'll do more to Jane then just splatter a bit of blood on her. . . and I'll be sure to give you a front row seat." The smile and mirth completely vanished from the monstrous mage's face, his voice full of menance and hatred as he held himself back from ripping out the arrogant brat's throat with his teeth. The last thing he wanted was for their fight to end with either Georgie or the other guild's coming to end the fun early. Still, if the fact that the room was drowning in his killing intent was enough to show that the comment had seriously pissed him off, then the fact that he saw the need to punch a hole in a nearby wall certainly would.
As he cooled himself off, he listened to Manami and Shiro, chuckling a bit at their apologies and explanations, waving them off with a lazy gesture.
"No need, I honestly don't care much any more, to be truthful. The boy would've been fun to play with for a few days, but I could tell that he was weak and not worth my time the moment I laid my eyes on him. He was just in the way at the time, and I was getting tired of dealing with small fry." Cracking his neck, Nidhogg called all of the blood in the room towards himself, having it slip back into his body as he sat down in a chair, looking towards the two for a second as he tried to think of something to do, but let out a sigh as he realized his stunt yesterday would obviously but the city on high alert, especially since no one had been caught for it. "Uhhhh, I'm so bored! Manami-chan~! Shiro-chan~! What am I supposed to do all day?"
Nidhogg leaned back into his chair as far as he could, falling into a state of petulant child-ish on account of his boredom. He didn't feel like eating, couldn't do anything crazy, and didn't even have the games going on to hold his attention. This day o rest was becoming the most annoying thing he had to deal with this week, and he was considering just going over and stabbing Jane already just to give Maxie a reason to lose his cool and fight him. That was how bored he was getting.
Argus noticed that Thor had stayed back as he walked away, and that she was pissed at him for some reason, but he simply ignored her. He was busy instead zeroing on the a pair of assholes that just happened to be perfect targets for him to vent on. It was two men who were busy bothering some woman, trying to convince her to come with them. HE didn't need his magic to know what they were planning and that they wouldn't take no for an answer, but i certainly would help him explain his decision to get involved on some moral high ground, though morality was a small part of why he was doing this. He walked up to the two, making his presence known with a cough, causing the two men to look at him with an annoyed glare.
"Hey freak, scram! Me and my friend here are busy trying to talk to this young lady and you're-"
Before he could say anything more, a fist was sudddenly planted in his face, sending him into the wall behind him with a slam. He twitched once before he fell to the ground, the shallow up and down of his chest the only way to now if he was alive or not. A dangerous glare towards the other man sent him off running, and then Argus walked off, not sparing the woman a second glass as he felt his anger barely abate. Picking off local thugs wasn't going to do anything to help him calm down. He needed to really lay into something or someone. As he walked around the town, having given up on the outside of town, he spotted that weird spirit that Gaberiel had summoned. He considered walking off for a bit, but then a thought entered his head. That spirit looks reasonably strong, and he seemed to be rather energetic. I wonder if he'd be willing to duke it out for a bit. If not, then hey, no harm in trying, but if he does . . . then I've found a great way to relieve this excess negativity.
"Hey," He said to his tag-along, who most likely didn't approve of his earlier actions and would likely report them, and what happened next, to Sanders. "I'm going to see if I can get a fight with Gaberiel's new spirit in order to get rid of this extra negative energy in a way that doesn't freak out the local populace and draw undue attention. If you could go tell Sanders so that he doesn't think I ran out on the guild when I don't come in for roll call or whatever soon."
As Argus smiled, a slightly twinge of pain stung his arm again, he grasped it, hissing in pain as it held onto him with the grip of a dragon's maw. Looking down, he saw the spot where that crystal woman had cut into his arm glowing ever so slightly, with the shadows of . . . something moving underneath the surface of his skin. It felt as if the limb was shifting it's entire structure in the most painful ways possible, and it would take a moment for it to die down. When he looked down at the offending limb, he'd see that it was the same as it had been before, and a quick look around showed him that no one else seemed to have seen the glow. This, more than anything else, squashed any doubts he had that he needed to get this negativity out of him. He was losing it in this town, and the longer he stayed here, the worse it would seem to get.
As he got up from the ground, he walked towards the spirit, intent on completely shutting out the other man as he moved with purpose towards Leo.
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