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Silver Wolf

Personality

_{What is your character like? What do they like? How do they feel about stuff?}

Appearance

_{If you take 3 paragraphs to talk about how hot your character is, I'm slapping you with a fish}

“Character motto here, something your character would say”

| N a m e: |

Silver Wolf(Yín Láng)

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Sil, Wolf, The Exile, He who has Fallen from the Grace of Heaven and Earth

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

30

| R a n k: |

B

| Guild Membership Status: |

Dragon Fang,Around a year, give or take

| Guild Seal Location: |

| History: |

Gimme a bit of a basic backstory? Focus on just the major stuff, any minor details can be discovered in the IC. An important note is what has brought them to Winter's Blade specifically as their guild of choice?

| Magic: |

Earth God Slayer(The Defilied Earth Enlightenment Technique):

The Path of the De Shén:

Chi Manipulation:

| Strengths and Weakness: |

What is ur character good at? What do they suck at? Can relate to their magic, physical capabilities, and social skills. Preferably formatted ina bulleted list and kept short, sweet, and to the point

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Argus Leandros

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>Protector. Beyond anything else, Argus fashion himself as a protector of those who can't protect themselves, whether that be through a sharp turn of phrase to keep the heat off a friend's rear or taking to the streets to dust knuckles with anyone threatening his friends and family. Often to a fault, he puts the needs of others over his own and often finds himself neck-deep in trouble because of it. However, he has yet to fall into a hole he couldn't dig himself out of, and the devil's own luck seems to follow him, leading the young man to approach situations with a devil-may-care attitude.

However, in quieter moments where he need not keep the bravado and bluster up, Argus is a lot more vulnerable and desperate than he initially appears. Lacking in a strong sense of self-identity without others to rely on or that rely on him and plagued with strange nightmares that he can't even remember. the young man has taken to staying on the move when strange occurrences that happen near him get too much to bear. He lives in fear of loneliness, yet finds himself incapable of ever staying in one place for too long before his condition starts to cause issues for those around him. Perhaps it is this contradiction that leads to such reckless and near-suicidal behavior in how he helps others.</sub>

Appearance

_{"Clothes make the man" is a phrase which the young mage has taken to heart in his wandering years, always dressed in a rather tidy and semi-formal fashion to make for his own rather middling looks. His hair is a perfectly maintained mess of auburn tangles and curls that takes about 30 minutes out of his morning to get ready(an hour if he's got a girl he wants to impress). While he isn't that tall of a fellow, he isn't particularly short either and considers the surprisingly fit physique he hides beneath his suits to make up for any verticality-based short-comings he may or may not have.}

“Some say a magician never reveals his secrets. I say a good one reveals as much as is needed to make his tricks all the more fantastical.”

| N a m e: |

Argus Leandros

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

21(?)

| R a n k: |

B(?)

| Guild Membership Status: |

Wolven Pyre, but only for a bout a month or two

| Guild Seal Location: |

Back of his left shoulder

| History: |

A boy abandoned. That is what Argus considers himself ever since the day his father left him with a curse that controls his life to this very day.

He was the son of a dark mage, inducted into the dark side of magic before he could even talk and bearing witness to many terrible deeds in his youth. To even call him the 'son' of the man who he called father was a misnomer, for this man had stolen Argus away from his family shortly after his birth, seeing something valuable in the young child and desiring it for his own purposes.

His father was a researcher of ancient demonology, seeking to discover the source of demonic beings and the twisted powers they wielded with terrible efficacy. To this end, many living subjects were captured and experimented, their forms and minds twisted by what they underwent though never to any degree that his father felt constituted a success. For Argus, however, the experimentation was much more gradual and seemingly benign. as he learned to harness his latent magical skills, he was exposed to a number of strange bones and ritualistic artifacts, his father gently asking which ones seemed to resonate with his Origin.

For years this continued, with his father growing increasingly frustrated by the lack of results in either his trials or the lack of a reaction in the child he had risked much to acquire. Argus, for his part, tried his hardest to please his father, to prove that he wasn't a failure like the rest. Like always, he desired to be useful, so that he wouldn't be tossed aside like the others his father had brought. . . or worse. And then the day came, when a strange crystallized mass was set before him, that he felt a stirring in his chest. First came pain, then roiling emotions that filled the very depths of his DNA, his blood calling out to something it had long forgotten. . . and then nothing. When he awoke, his father looked down on him with that same disappointed glare that always came from a failed experiment. There was no anger. No rage. Just cold, calculated apathy.

And then he left.

He was only about 15 when the incident occurred, left in that weakened unstable state. it was likely that the man thought he'd die from exposure or succumb to whatever was done to him. if left on his own, he likely would have.. but Argus was not fully alone in those early days. As he left the secret lair where his father conducted his trials, traveling the wilderness in search of any kind of purpose, something coursed through him. When he wanted to just lay down and give up, convinced that he was unwanted, that he had no worth to anyone, thoughts not wholly his own forced him into a state of survival. And so, he survived. . . and so he wandered.

| Magic: |

Re-quip: The Trickster
Argus' main magic(and the only one he knows as far as most of the guild is aware), is a form of Requip magic that specializes in trickier tools instead of weapons and armors. While he does have a few knives and swords within his repertoire, the crux of the magic is summoning a number of magical items that serve to distract, detain, deceive, and otherwise annoy the crap out of one's opponent.

While not inherently that dangerous and seems more like a bunch of party gags and cheap tricks at first, Argus has proven to be quite the slippery combatant with the vast array of items he has stored within this magic and can be quite unpredictable and clever when using it. This is made especially true because Argus is also deceptively good at Re-quip magic, able to summon forth any of his items almost instantaneously and from nearly anywhere on his person as well. Amongst the items listed in spells, Argus also carries around an uncountable number of more mundane party tricks and novelties that he often uses to entertain others or himself when out on a job. In fact, Argus can oftentimes be seen putting on little magic shows for the kids of the town, and even the adults at times(for a price)

Spells
Ventriloquist's Ring: A nifty little item that Argus bought on a whim, it allows him to 'throw' his voice, making it sound like it's coming to a direction and a distance of his choosing. He does this by speaking into the hand with the ring on it. He can even change the voice a little bit by shifting the timbre up or down a tad, but unfortunately, he can't use it to mimic others . . . unless he learns how to do it himself.

Magician's Chains: An enchanted chain that grows in length and durability in proportion to the amount of magical energy pumped into it, making it handy as a rope, a means of odd defense, even a whip if Argus is feeling frisky or needs to keep his distance.

Bag O' bombs: Argus has Smoke Bombs, he has sticky bombs, he's got grease bombs, oil bombs, flash bombs, nail bombs, itching bombs, pepper bombs, bomb-bombs, and possibly a few more that he has yet to find or think of. Needless to say, the boy knows his way around explosives better than most

Knives: Throwing knives, Cooking knives, whittling Knives, Carving Knives. . . . Argus has tons of knives for any and every occasion and no, you can't know where he got them.

De-obfuscator Goggles: A fancy pair of goggles that Argus managed to win in a game of cards during one of his jobs, these goggles allow the wearer to not only see in the blackest of nights but also lets them see through most kinds of particulate-based obfuscations of sight like smoke, dust, fire, etc. It also automatically adjusts the lens to deal with sudden flashes of intense light, allowing the user to view them without any risk to themselves and only some minimal discomfort.

Puppeteer's gloves: Knifty black gloves that allow one to telekinetically puppet small inanimate objects at will via the attachments of tiny strings of magical energy. Max range of about 5 meters.

Rope: Because you can never have too much rope.

Deck of Cards: A suit of playing cards that explode into a dazzling display of lights with the slightest application of magical energy.

Chameleon Cloak: Provides Argus with the ability to blend into his surroundings to nearly vanishing from sight, though a keen eye could possibly perceive him due to the slight imperfections within the illusion.

[ ]: This is an ancient curse, burn from the Resonance between Argus' Origin and the lingering soul of the Ancient Demon known only as Asura. To put it simply, this Curse is less magic in its own right, instead of acting as more of a conceptual rejection of magic itself. While under the effect of this Curse, Argus' body is surrounded by a field of this Curse energy that repels magical energies and influences from him. This gives him a heightened resilience to direct assault by magical energy attacks as the Curse seeks to negate the incoming attack entirely though at his current level of ability, complete negation is not possible. This negation often has immense destructive potential as the combined energy produced by this reaction explodes outward.

Offensively, the Nameless Curse can be infused into objects and structures, oftentimes creating a delayed explosion of sizeable force due to the nature of the world being soaked in even minute magical energies. While inert objects like rocks, trees, and dirt explode, items with a more active magical current(magical items, mages, living creatures) will experience a much more controlled but painful sensation of corrosion upon the area of infusion. This corrosion will continue to burn away at the area affected and while not too serious at first, leaving such wounds untreated will lead to loss of feeling, greying of the skin, weakening of magical ability, loss of muscle control, and eventually, acute necrosis as the area becomes slowly devoid of magical energy. For most mages, treating this in the early stages is easy enough to do by simply focusing their magic into the area and essentially forcing the curse out through force of will. If allowed to progress to the state of greying skin, however, then treatment becomes a lot more difficult and requires the attendance of a trained professional.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• Has a knack for street performance
• Is pretty quick on his feet and sharp with his tongue
• Pretty good with kids
• Surprsingly well-versed in ancient text, languages, and knowledge of ancient artifacts. Enough to rival practiced scholars in the field
• Has no sense of self-preservation when people are in trouble
• Can't say no, especially to a pretty face
• A bit of a wannabe Cassanova
• Can be rather single-minded and stubborn when he puts his mind to something

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf

Personality

<sub>Silver Wolf is a distant sort. He always has a friendly smile on his face, is never one for a rude or uncouth word in casual conversation, and often shows every person he comes across a fair level of respect as is required. But he never opens up about his past experiences, never speaks of his home or his past, and never seems to inquire into the dealings of any of his guildmates beyond a superficial showing of interest. While always eager to assist others in their day to day tasks, it is clear that the man works to keep a certain level of emotional distance between himself and everyone around him.

That is not to say the mask never slips, however, as, despite his usual demeanor as a calm and world-weary traveler, he has a side to himself that is both fierce and exploitative that only truly shows itself in a fight or a spar. In these fights, the mask cracks from time to time, through looks of frustration or elation, they chip away to show a man who feels a great sense of joy when engaged in battle. However, after every fight, no matter the outcome, this trueness is replaced by shame, self-loathing, and finally repression of everything he felt.</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Silver Wolf is a tall man with a somewhat imposing stature, dressed often in the garb of his homeland despite his distance from it. His pale silver-white hair ends in tips of dark black and often tied up in some sort of bun or knot to keep out of the way, as it is against the custom of his home to cut one's hair. Not only that, but it is clear to anyone who knows the man that he spends a vast amount of time caring for his personal aesthetics. His hair shines with a sheen that speaks to the hours spent combing, washing, and otherwise caring for it that he does, and that is to say nothing for the rest of his appearance as he keeps a wide array of cosmetics on his person at all times. Beneath this mane, however, is a face that seems to be the epitome of 'dignified warmth'. He is never unfriendly or unkind in his expressions, but he is never that open either. There is always a bit of a guarded nature to his features, a mask that he has not let drop even an inch around any of his fellow guild members.

In terms of his common choice in clothing, it tends towards the muted but still somewhat showy colors and decorations. Golds, Whites, and greens make up a common pattern, with a fine metal hairpiece to hold his hair in place when it comes to more formal or official meetings. He dresses in loose-fitting robes and Gi consisting of simple fabrics when on the road or in the casual day to day, but dresses in an outfit of the finest silks, decorated with a scene of a white wolf descending from the Mountains along the back when a situation calls for decorum.</sub>

"15 years of wandering. . . and I still feel the end of my journey is as far away as the day I left my home."

| N a m e: |

Silver Wolf(Yín Láng)

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Sil, Wolf, The Exile, He who has Fallen from the Grace of Heaven and Earth

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

30

| R a n k: |

B

| Guild Membership Status: |

Dragon Fang,Around a year, give or take

| Guild Seal Location: |

| History: |

A Prince, now exiled.

Silver Wolf doesn't talk much about his past to the members of Dragon Fang, only that he was cast out in exile due to a mistake in his youth. He does not tell them of how he was once the Crown Prince and heir of the Gilded Wolf Dynasty, how he has traveled for over half his life in search of some measure of redemption from the evil he believes to haunt his soul. It took quite a while before he felt comfortable revealing his status as a slayer, as his preference for using the more upright techniques of the royal Martial Art does well to hide it.

In his home country, where he was once known as The Reverential Heir of Earth and Sky, it is believed that to be a member of the Royal family is to be a descendant of the great God De Shen, the Gilded Wolf who crafted the Earth. But also, that you may become seduced by the corruption which brought the great god low, the twisting spirit of Hēi Láng stalking in the shadows in order to corrupt those poor fools who seek power at any cost. So it was for Yin when a group of assassins attacked the Palace and tried to take the life of his father. The Black one appeared before him, and he called out for its powers to save his father. And so he did. . . but he was no longer a pure son of de Shen. he had proven himself to be as corruptible as the eminent od and thus, not worthy of the right to rule. And so Silver Wolf has walked the world in shame and exile, searching for some way to rid himself of the taint or, if not that. . . then some way to redeem his honor in the eyes of the Heavens.

| Magic: |

Earth God Slayer(The Defiled Earth Enlightenment Technique): The forbidden technique that cost Silver Wolf his position as heir, he naturally does not spend much time actually investing in learning how to further master it, even after many years of travel. Through the channeling of his Chi into the earth and his own body, he can reinforce his body with the power of the Earth to his strength and durability while changing the color of his skin to an obsidian black in color. Not only that but he proves highly resistant to lightning while he is touching the ground, both natural and magical. Conversely, Silver Wolf may also store this power into this second skin, causing it to crackle with electrical energy that he may release in response to being struck or through the Cracked Wolf Fang.

Defensively, Silver Wolf is capable of forming blackened constructs in mere moments, simple walls and spires of blackened earth that serve to further increase his defensive ability, and give him the ability to protect others as well. When mixed with the Path of De Shen techniques, it allows him to remain a mobile tank of a fighter who controls the battlefield and his opponents both with the skills of his martial prowess. Offensively, he has not done much to feed the 'Hēi Láng', much to its passive disappointment.

The most he has deemed to master is summoning from the earth the Cracked Wolf Fang, a rugged spear formed of black earth that serves as his main offensive weapon. While not much to look at, it proves to be a sturdy and reliable weapon whose lethality he can control with a thought, the edge of its long blade turning from dull as a brick to sharp enough to cut a man who just grazes his skin against it. If he was more willing to delve into its secrets, it would undoubtedly make a fearsome tool of destruction, but that is a path fraught with temptations he is not strong enough to resist.

Also, just like any other Slayer art, Silver Wolf is able to consume his element to refill his own magical reserve. However, unlike most slayers, this does not need to be a physical consumption of the element to work. He can also leech the Chi from the earth at his feet and that he comes into direct contact with, though this causes a dark tinge to spread through the affected earth that leaves it barren, infertile, and inedible for him or any other Earth-type slayer.

The Path of the De Shén: An ancient style passed down through the ages by members of the Royal family, the Path of De Shen is said to have been a gift to the first emperor by the mighty Divine being before he left to ascend to the heavens as the king of the gods. It is through the will of De Shen that Chi flows through the earth, and through this Style, one can tap into this power and force their will upon it.

In practice, The Path of De Shen is a mixture of Martial Art and powerful magic that emphasizes powerful strikes, surprising bursts of speed, and precise awareness of how to utilize one's environment. This magic creates a constant link between Silver Wolf and the earth beneath his feet, facilitated by meditation, wellness of body, wellness of mind, and proper breathing technique to regulate the flow of Chi. With this connection, the wielder is able to manipulate the energy of both his environment and his opponent.

More plainly, this magic allows the wielder to control the earth in small, but noticeable ways without having to focus much direct attention into creating them, as well as apply certain effects in theme with the element of earth to his opponents through his connection. These usually involve some kind of slowing or stiffness of the limbs, slowing of the subject's magical flow, and even the ability to agitate the target into a more single-minded focus to the bane of all else.

A skilled enough practioner of the Path of De Shen can also mimic the attractive nature of the Earth, bending the energies of certain kinds of magic so that no matter their intended target, they twist in the air to strike at the unbending stance of the wielder. At his current level of mastery, he can only direct electrical attacks towards himself, but every day he practices to manipulate other forms of elemental magic in a similar fashion.

Chi Manipulation: A common practice from his homeland, it is a form of restorative and meditative art that aligns the energies of the body along their meridians. Common methods of manipulating one's chi often make use of acupuncture, massage therapy, the burning/inhalation of certain burning herbs and incense, as well as the ingestion of mystical brews. The exact effectiveness of anyu method is up to debate amongst many who se it, but for one who only dabbles their feet into the profession like Silver Wolf, the act of manipulating chi through the subtle applications of force along the proper points and meridians in the body is the safest and most worth learning.

By focusing magic into his own body or into that of a willing patient, Silver Wolf is able to ease pain, slow bleeding, hold back the effects of poison or disease, speed up one's natural ability to heal(if only a little bit), and even increase the flow of magic throughout one's body to give them a temporary boost in their effectiveness. This ability also flows into his combat ability as well, as he can read the chi of his opponents through their connection with the earth, giving him an enhanced sense of awareness. Whether it be predicting the moves of his opponent or detecting the presence of hidden threats, this technique proves very useful no matter the situation.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• Confidence:
• Well-educated and Well-Traveled
• Tactical Mind:
• Stubborn to a Fault
• Holds a Grudge
• Superstitious

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Argus Leandros

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>Protector. Beyond anything else, Argus fashion himself as a protector of those who can't protect themselves, whether that be through a sharp turn of phrase to keep the heat off a friend's rear or taking to the streets to dust knuckles with anyone threatening his friends and family. Often to a fault, he puts the needs of others over his own and often finds himself neck-deep in trouble because of it. However, he has yet to fall into a hole he couldn't dig himself out of, and the devil's own luck seems to follow him, leading the young man to approach situations with a devil-may-care attitude.

However, in quieter moments where he need not keep the bravado and bluster up, Argus is a lot more vulnerable and desperate than he initially appears. Lacking in a strong sense of self-identity without others to rely on or that rely on him and plagued with strange nightmares that he can't even remember. the young man has taken to staying on the move when strange occurrences that happen near him get too much to bear. He lives in fear of loneliness, yet finds himself incapable of ever staying in one place for too long before his condition starts to cause issues for those around him. Perhaps it is this contradiction that leads to such reckless and near-suicidal behavior in how he helps others.</sub>

Appearance

_{"Clothes make the man" is a phrase which the young mage has taken to heart in his wandering years, always dressed in a rather tidy and semi-formal fashion to make for his own rather middling looks. His hair is a perfectly maintained mess of auburn tangles and curls that takes about 30 minutes out of his morning to get ready(an hour if he's got a girl he wants to impress). While he isn't that tall of a fellow, he isn't particularly short either and considers the surprisingly fit physique he hides beneath his suits to make up for any verticality-based short-comings he may or may not have.}

“Some say a magician never reveals his secrets. I say a good one reveals as much as is needed to make his tricks all the more fantastical.”

| N a m e: |

Argus Leandros

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

21(?)

| R a n k: |

B(?)

| Guild Membership Status: |

Wolven Pyre, but only for a bout a month or two

| Guild Seal Location: |

Back of his left shoulder

| History: |

A boy abandoned. That is what Argus considers himself ever since the day his father left him with a curse that controls his life to this very day.

He was the son of a dark mage, inducted into the dark side of magic before he could even talk and bearing witness to many terrible deeds in his youth. To even call him the 'son' of the man who he called father was a misnomer, for this man had stolen Argus away from his family shortly after his birth, seeing something valuable in the young child and desiring it for his own purposes.

His father was a researcher of ancient demonology, seeking to discover the source of demonic beings and the twisted powers they wielded with terrible efficacy. To this end, many living subjects were captured and experimented, their forms and minds twisted by what they underwent though never to any degree that his father felt constituted a success. For Argus, however, the experimentation was much more gradual and seemingly benign. as he learned to harness his latent magical skills, he was exposed to a number of strange bones and ritualistic artifacts, his father gently asking which ones seemed to resonate with his Origin.

For years this continued, with his father growing increasingly frustrated by the lack of results in either his trials or the lack of a reaction in the child he had risked much to acquire. Argus, for his part, tried his hardest to please his father, to prove that he wasn't a failure like the rest. Like always, he desired to be useful, so that he wouldn't be tossed aside like the others his father had brought. . . or worse. And then the day came, when a strange crystallized mass was set before him, that he felt a stirring in his chest. First came pain, then roiling emotions that filled the very depths of his DNA, his blood calling out to something it had long forgotten. . . and then nothing. When he awoke, his father looked down on him with that same disappointed glare that always came from a failed experiment. There was no anger. No rage. Just cold, calculated apathy.

And then he left.

He was only about 15 when the incident occurred, left in that weakened unstable state. it was likely that the man thought he'd die from exposure or succumb to whatever was done to him. if left on his own, he likely would have.. but Argus was not fully alone in those early days. As he left the secret lair where his father conducted his trials, traveling the wilderness in search of any kind of purpose, something coursed through him. When he wanted to just lay down and give up, convinced that he was unwanted, that he had no worth to anyone, thoughts not wholly his own forced him into a state of survival. And so, he survived. . . and so he wandered.

| Magic: |

Re-quip: The Trickster
Argus' main magic(and the only one he knows as far as most of the guild is aware), is a form of Requip magic that specializes in trickier tools instead of weapons and armors. While he does have a few knives and swords within his repertoire, the crux of the magic is summoning a number of magical items that serve to distract, detain, deceive, and otherwise annoy the crap out of one's opponent.

While not inherently that dangerous and seems more like a bunch of party gags and cheap tricks at first, Argus has proven to be quite the slippery combatant with the vast array of items he has stored within this magic and can be quite unpredictable and clever when using it. This is made especially true because Argus is also deceptively good at Re-quip magic, able to summon forth any of his items almost instantaneously and from nearly anywhere on his person as well. Amongst the items listed in spells, Argus also carries around an uncountable number of more mundane party tricks and novelties that he often uses to entertain others or himself when out on a job. In fact, Argus can oftentimes be seen putting on little magic shows for the kids of the town, and even the adults at times(for a price)

Spells
Ventriloquist's Ring: A nifty little item that Argus bought on a whim, it allows him to 'throw' his voice, making it sound like it's coming to a direction and a distance of his choosing. He does this by speaking into the hand with the ring on it. He can even change the voice a little bit by shifting the timbre up or down a tad, but unfortunately, he can't use it to mimic others . . . unless he learns how to do it himself.

Magician's Chains: An enchanted chain that grows in length and durability in proportion to the amount of magical energy pumped into it, making it handy as a rope, a means of odd defense, even a whip if Argus is feeling frisky or needs to keep his distance.

Bag O' bombs: Argus has Smoke Bombs, he has sticky bombs, he's got grease bombs, oil bombs, flash bombs, nail bombs, itching bombs, pepper bombs, bomb-bombs, and possibly a few more that he has yet to find or think of. Needless to say, the boy knows his way around explosives better than most

Knives: Throwing knives, Cooking knives, whittling Knives, Carving Knives. . . . Argus has tons of knives for any and every occasion and no, you can't know where he got them.

De-obfuscator Goggles: A fancy pair of goggles that Argus managed to win in a game of cards during one of his jobs, these goggles allow the wearer to not only see in the blackest of nights but also lets them see through most kinds of particulate-based obfuscations of sight like smoke, dust, fire, etc. It also automatically adjusts the lens to deal with sudden flashes of intense light, allowing the user to view them without any risk to themselves and only some minimal discomfort.

Puppeteer's gloves: Knifty black gloves that allow one to telekinetically puppet small inanimate objects at will via the attachments of tiny strings of magical energy. Max range of about 5 meters.

Rope: Because you can never have too much rope.

Deck of Cards: A suit of playing cards that explode into a dazzling display of lights with the slightest application of magical energy.

Chameleon Cloak: Provides Argus with the ability to blend into his surroundings to nearly vanishing from sight, though a keen eye could possibly perceive him due to the slight imperfections within the illusion.

[ ]: This is an ancient curse, burn from the Resonance between Argus' Origin and the lingering soul of the Ancient Demon known only as Asura. To put it simply, this Curse is less magic in its own right, instead of acting as more of a conceptual rejection of magic itself. While under the effect of this Curse, Argus' body is surrounded by a field of this Curse energy that repels magical energies and influences from him. This gives him a heightened resilience to direct assault by magical energy attacks as the Curse seeks to negate the incoming attack entirely though at his current level of ability, complete negation is not possible. This negation often has immense destructive potential as the combined energy produced by this reaction explodes outward.

Offensively, the Nameless Curse can be infused into objects and structures, oftentimes creating a delayed explosion of sizeable force due to the nature of the world being soaked in even minute magical energies. While inert objects like rocks, trees, and dirt explode, items with a more active magical current(magical items, mages, living creatures) will experience a much more controlled but painful sensation of corrosion upon the area of infusion. This corrosion will continue to burn away at the area affected and while not too serious at first, leaving such wounds untreated will lead to loss of feeling, greying of the skin, weakening of magical ability, loss of muscle control, and eventually, acute necrosis as the area becomes slowly devoid of magical energy. For most mages, treating this in the early stages is easy enough to do by simply focusing their magic into the area and essentially forcing the curse out through force of will. If allowed to progress to the state of greying skin, however, then treatment becomes a lot more difficult and requires the attendance of a trained professional.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• Has a knack for street performance
• Is pretty quick on his feet and sharp with his tongue
• Pretty good with kids
• Surprsingly well-versed in ancient text, languages, and knowledge of ancient artifacts. Enough to rival practiced scholars in the field
• Has no sense of self-preservation when people are in trouble
• Can't say no, especially to a pretty face
• A bit of a wannabe Cassanova
• Can be rather single-minded and stubborn when he puts his mind to something

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Jackson/Nidhogg

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>Jackson is the picture of a man who has given into nihilistic passivity. He speaks in measured polite tones, but often his outlook on issues tends toward treating everything with an air of defeatism and self-destructive apathy. He only finds small fleeting moments of joy when left to his own devices, reading books on ancient cultures and mystery novels. When forced to interact with others, he does so with great and obvious reluctance and often seems to look like he'd rather be anywhere else than where he currently is.

Nidhogg is a monster. In both the literal and figurative sense, he is a being who does not share a human's view on most things. Time is eternal, so patience is key. One's body is subjective, and to harm it is nothing serious. Life exists only to be devoured by whatever is stronger, so to bemoan one killing another is to go against the way things are meant to be. Nidhogg does not see an intrinsic value in life. . . but he does see the value in people. Whether it be as entertainment, food, or allies(a distinction that can change on the dime) he seeks to make the most use out of those he can influence. He will say whatever he can and be whoever he needs to be to get what he desires out of an individual, his engaging and sociable demeanor only just hiding the way he stalks every conversation and interaction like a slavering predator just waiting to sink his teeth into the prey before it.</sub>

Appearance

_{Nidhogg/Jackson's body is a tall lanky thing, usually dressed in fairly casual attire that is both cheap and easy to replace. The exact composition of his day to day outfit changes constantly when Nidhogg is in control, but for Jackson often sticks to long-sleeved shirts. He often appreciates light pastel colors while Nidhogg goes for the loudest, most garish things he can find.}

“I hope you can entertain me.”

| N a m e: |

Jackson/Nidhogg

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

The Devourer, The Dead Soul Revenant, Niddie/Jackie

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

N/A

| R an n k: |

S

| Guild Membership Status: |

N/A

| Guild Seal Location: |

N/A

| History: |

Once an adventurer of great renown from years long past, Jackson is little more now than a puppet for a diabolical dragon whose lived for far longer, relishing the freedom it has taken through the body of the fool that freed it.

| Magic: |

Necromancy: The manipulation of life itself, usually to drain the vitality from the living or imbue such energy into the dead so they may rise once more. By manipulating this energy, Nidhogg is also capable of manipulating the flesh of corpses to his whim. Often times, this is used to create terrifying beasts of rotted blood, bone, and sinew to fight the battles he cannot or will not, but Nidhogg can also make use of his abilities to heal the living as well through precise manipulations of the energies within them.

Soul Dragon Magic: Nidhogg, as a Dragon of Soul, is capable of devouring the life energy of living beings and convert it into pure magical power, as well as use the force of his own soul to reinforce his body and grant him enhanced physicality. Unlike normal dragon slayers, however, Nidhogg is capable of reaching the true heights of his powers without the use of outside magical influence, allowing him to enter a Dragon force like state at will or if truly pushed, temporarily taking a spectral imitation of his true Draconic form in order to lay waste to a region. These abilities take a toll on the revenant, however, usually forcing the dragon's spirit to enter a state of hibernation within his host for a time to regain strength and leaving Jackson truly free to do whatever he pleases without immediate reproach. However, whether the broken man would take advantage of such an opportunity at this point is hard to say.

A more technical aspect of this magic, however, is its ability to strike at the very soul of an enemy, allowing for certain attacks to still be felt even if the target has blocked the hit or reinforced their body to take it. This impact does not actually harm the person's body, however, instead of wracking their body with intense pain and feelings of nausea. Those of weaker constitutions may even find their ability to use magic disrupted by his blows as it disrupts the flow of Ethernano from their Origin.

Finally, Nidhogg can drain the very life force from his foes and victims to replenish his own magical reserves, and in doing so, he often gains an extremely intimate knowledge of the person he faces. Even the slightest taste will let him know nearly everything about a person, though he won't be able to process it all at the moment. In order to do this, however, he requires prolonged contact with an individual(usually around 3 seconds or so) making it difficult in battles with foes that can actually challenge him. That said, his knowledge of the soul gives him an ability to read the aura of a person to a certain extent without having to drink in thier life force. It gives him a feeling of their mood and hints at the nature of their magic in the form of sensations like scents, tastes, sounds, even feelings across his skin.

Roots of Yggdrasil: Laced throughout the whole of their body, Jackson/Nidhogg are host to a swarm of magical roots. According to Nidhogg, they are the remnants of his imprisonment by the world tree, twisted to his own ends by the power of his necromancy. The roots of the World tree are extremely resilient to most forms of dmg and very effective at sealing the magic of those who become entrapped in its roots though Nidhogg is only able to do this with a specific spell. Nidhogg makes use of them as his main force of a ranged weapon, casting the seeds of the world tree around a battlefield in order to launch various forms of assault or create constructs to defend himself. They are often used to reinforce his stronger undead creations and e3ven his own body if faced with a particularly tough foe. Not only that, but if arranged in a certain way, the roots of Yggdrasil can form gateways between themselves, allowing Nidhogg and anyone he deems worthy the ability to cross the distance between two or more points near instantly.

UNknown to the Dragon, however, is that as a Divine construct, the roots of the world tree are supremely vulnerable to Godslayer magic of any kind, as contact causes them to quickly fall apart and lose most if not all of their enchanted properties.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• As a truly undead being, it is impossible to kill Nidhogg through conventional means of injury. While he still needs time to recover after being dealt a grievous enough injury, one must use either some kind of divine magic or the magic of a Dragon Slayer to put truly put him down. . . and even that is only for a time, as he possesses a phylactery which hides his true soul. Without the destruction of that, he will eventually return no matter how thoroughly he is destroyed.
• Nidhogg is actually quite a charismatic person when he wishes to be, and often can pick up deep insights into a person's character from just a brief interlude with them. He's lived a long time, so little truly surprises him when it comes to the people he meets.
• Even without magic, Nidhogg is a terrifying combatant to face, as the power and durability of a Dragon are condensed into a human form. He is capable of breaking a sword just by blocking it and could tear down an entire building with just his bare hands.
• Nidhogg is a very, very fickle and easily distracted individual if one knows what gets his attention. He has very little in the way of loyalties, and can easily be turned to one's end if they provide a more interesing diversion for him.
• Nidhogg never plans. He's a creature of instinct that acts on whims and this can, at times, lead to him over-estimating his own ability to deal with a situation or under-estimate those who he views as barely worht recognizing.
• Despite his human appearance, Nidhogg is still effectively a Dragon and thus suffers greatly when paired up against Dragonslayers. While he has ways to deal with them if need be, he still as to be careful as even a whelp slayer can deal quite a bit of damage to him with a lucky shot.

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

swank

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Da Sheet

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>Jackson is the picture of a man who has given into nihilistic passivity. He speaks in measured polite tones, but often his outlook on issues tends toward treating everything with an air of defeatism and self-destructive apathy. He only finds small fleeting moments of joy when left to his own devices, reading books on ancient cultures and mystery novels. When forced to interact with others, he does so with great and obvious reluctance and often seems to look like he'd rather be anywhere else than where he currently is.

Nidhogg is a monster. In both the literal and figurative sense, he is a being who does not share a human's view on most things. Time is eternal, so patience is key. One's body is subjective, and to harm it is nothing serious. Life exists only to be devoured by whatever is stronger, so to bemoan one killing another is to go against the way things are meant to be. Nidhogg does not see an intrinsic value in life. . . but he does see the value in people. Whether it be as entertainment, food, or allies(a distinction that can change on the dime) he seeks to make the most use out of those he can influence. He will say whatever he can and be whoever he needs to be to get what he desires out of an individual, his engaging and sociable demeanor only just hiding the way he stalks every conversation and interaction like a slavering predator just waiting to sink his teeth into the prey before it.</sub>

Appearance

_{NIdhogg/Jackson's body is a tall lanky thing, usually dressed in fairly casual attire that is both cheap and easy to replace. The exact composition of his day to day outfit changes constantly when Nidhogg is in control, but for Jackson often sticks to long-sleeved shirts. He often appreciates light pastel colors while Nidhogg goes for the loudest, most garish things he can find.}

“Character motto here, something your character would say”

| N a m e: |

Jackson/Nidhogg

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

The Devourer, The Dead Soul Revenant, Niddie/Jackie

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

N/A

| R a n k: |

S

| Guild Membership Status: |

How long have they been with the guild( at most a year) and how do they feel about it?

| Guild Seal Location: |

| History: |

Once an adventurer of great renown from years long past, Jackson is little more now than a puppet for a diabolical dragon whose lived for far longer, relishing the freedom it has taken through the body of the fool that freed it.

| Magic: |

Necromancy: The manipulation of life itself, usually to drain the vitality from the living or imbue such energy into the dead so they may rise once more. By manipulating this energy, Nidhogg is also capable of manipulating the flesh of corpses to his whim. Often times, this is used to create terrifying beasts of rotted blood, bone, and sinew to fight the battles he cannot or will not

Soul Dragon Magic: Nidhogg, as a Dragon of Soul, is capable of devouring the life energy of living beings and convert it into pure magical power, as well as use the force of his own soul to reinforce his body and grant him enhanced physicality. Unlike normal dragon slayers, however, Nidhogg is capable of reaching the true heights of his powers without the use of outside magical influence, allowing him to enter a Dragon force like state at will or if truly pushed, temporarily taking a spectral imitation of his true Draconic form in order to lay waste to a region. These abilities take a toll on the revenant, however, usually forcing the dragon's spirit to enter a state of hibernation within his host for a time to regain strength and leaving Jackson truly free to do whatever he pleases without immediate reproach. However, whether the broken man would take advantage of such an opportunity at this point is hard to say.

Roots of Yggdrasil: Laced throughout the whole of their body, Jackson/Nidhogg are host to a swarm of magical roots. According to Nidhoog, they are the remnants of his imprisonment by the world tree, twisted to his own ends by the power of his necormancy. Through their inherent resonance, he can imbue them with his power to extend the range of his cast radiance bu a far mon

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• As a truly undead being, it is impossible to kill Nidhogg through conventional means of injury. While he still needs time to recover after being dealt a grevious enough injury

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Argus Leandros

Guild Membership Card

Personality

<sub>Protector. Beyond anything else, Argus fashion himself as a protector of those who can't protect themselves, whether that be through a sharp turn of phrase to keep the heat off a friend's rear or taking to the streets to dust knuckles with anyone threatening his friends and family. Often to a fault, he puts the needs of others over his own and often finds himself neck-deep in trouble because of it. However, he has yet to fall into a hole he couldn't dig himself out of, and the devil's own luck seems to follow him, leading the young man to approach situations with a devil-may-care attitude.

However, in quieter moments where he need not keep the bravado and bluster up, Argus is a lot more vulnerable and desperate than he initially appears. Lacking in a strong sense of self-identity without others to rely on or that rely on him and plagued with strange nightmares that he can't even remember. the young man has taken to staying on the move when strange occurrences that happen near him get too much to bear. He lives in fear of loneliness, yet finds himself incapable of ever staying in one place for too long before his condition starts to cause issues for those around him. Perhaps it is this contradiction that leads to such reckless and near-suicidal behavior in how he helps others.</sub>

Appearance

_{"Clothes make the man" is a phrase which the young mage has taken to heart in his wandering years, always dressed in a rather tidy and semi-formal fashion to make for his own rather middling looks. His hair is a perfectly maintained mess of auburn tangles and curls that takes about 30 minutes out of his morning to get ready(an hour if he's got a girl he wants to impress). While he isn't that tall of a fellow, he isn't particularly short either and considers the surprisingly fit physique he hides beneath his suits to make up for any verticality-based short-comings he may or may not have.}

“Some say a magician never reveals his secrets. I say a good one reveals as much as is needed to make his tricks all the more fantastical.”

| N a m e: |

Argus Leandros

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

N/A

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

21(?)

| R a n k: |

B(?)

| Guild Membership Status: |

Wolven Pyre, but only for a bout a month or two

| Guild Seal Location: |

Back of his left shoulder

| History: |

A boy abandoned. That is what Argus considers himself ever since the day his father left him with a curse that controls his life to this very day.

He was the son of a dark mage, inducted into the dark side of magic before he could even talk and bearing witness to many terrible deeds in his youth. To even call him the 'son' of the man who he called father was a misnomer, for this man had stolen Argus away from his family shortly after his birth, seeing something valuable in the young child and desiring it for his own purposes.

His father was a researcher of ancient demonology, seeking to discover the source of demonic beings and the twisted powers they wielded with terrible efficacy. To this end, many living subjects were captured and experimented, their forms and minds twisted by what they underwent though never to any degree that his father felt constituted a success. For Argus, however, the experimentation was much more gradual and seemingly benign. as he learned to harness his latent magical skills, he was exposed to a number of strange bones and ritualistic artifacts, his father gently asking which ones seemed to resonate with his Origin.

For years this continued, with his father growing increasingly frustrated by the lack of results in either his trials or the lack of a reaction in the child he had risked much to acquire. Argus, for his part, tried his hardest to please his father, to prove that he wasn't a failure like the rest. Like always, he desired to be useful, so that he wouldn't be tossed aside like the others his father had brought. . . or worse. And then the day came, when a strange crystallized mass was set before him, that he felt a stirring in his chest. First came pain, then roiling emotions that filled the very depths of his DNA, his blood calling out to something it had long forgotten. . . and then nothing. When he awoke, his father looked down on him with that same disappointed glare that always came from a failed experiment. There was no anger. No rage. Just cold, calculated apathy.

And then he left.

He was only about 15 when the incident occurred, left in that weakened unstable state. it was likely that the man thought he'd die from exposure or succumb to whatever was done to him. if left on his own, he likely would have.. but Argus was not fully alone in those early days. As he left the secret lair where his father conducted his trials, traveling the wilderness in search of any kind of purpose, something coursed through him. When he wanted to just lay down and give up, convinced that he was unwanted, that he had no worth to anyone, thoughts not wholly his own forced him into a state of survival. And so, he survived. . . and so he wandered.

| Magic: |

Re-quip: The Trickster
Argus' main magic(and the only one he knows as far as most of the guild is aware), is a form of Requip magic that specializes in trickier tools instead of weapons and armors. While he does have a few knives and swords within his repertoire, the crux of the magic is summoning a number of magical items that serve to distract, detain, deceive, and otherwise annoy the crap out of one's opponent.

While not inherently that dangerous and seems more like a bunch of party gags and cheap tricks at first, Argus has proven to be quite the slippery combatant with the vast array of items he has stored within this magic and can be quite unpredictable and clever when using it. This is made especially true because Argus is also deceptively good at Re-quip magic, able to summon forth any of his items almost instantaneously and from nearly anywhere on his person as well. Amongst the items listed in spells, Argus also carries around an uncountable number of more mundane party tricks and novelties that he often uses to entertain others or himself when out on a job. In fact, Argus can oftentimes be seen putting on little magic shows for the kids of the town, and even the adults at times(for a price)

Spells
Ventriloquist's Ring: A nifty little item that Argus bought on a whim, it allows him to 'throw' his voice, making it sound like it's coming to a direction and a distance of his choosing. He does this by speaking into the hand with the ring on it. He can even change the voice a little bit by shifting the timbre up or down a tad, but unfortunately, he can't use it to mimic others . . . unless he learns how to do it himself.

Magician's Chains: An enchanted chain that grows in length and durability in proportion to the amount of magical energy pumped into it, making it handy as a rope, a means of odd defense, even a whip if Argus is feeling frisky or needs to keep his distance.

Bag O' bombs: Argus has Smoke Bombs, he has sticky bombs, he's got grease bombs, oil bombs, flash bombs, nail bombs, itching bombs, pepper bombs, bomb-bombs, and possibly a few more that he has yet to find or think of. Needless to say, the boy knows his way around explosives better than most

Knives: Throwing knives, Cooking knives, whittling Knives, Carving Knives. . . . Argus has tons of knives for any and every occasion and no, you can't know where he got them.

De-obfuscator Goggles: A fancy pair of goggles that Argus managed to win in a game of cards during one of his jobs, these goggles allow the wearer to not only see in the blackest of nights but also lets them see through most kinds of particulate-based obfuscations of sight like smoke, dust, fire, etc. It also automatically adjusts the lens to deal with sudden flashes of intense light, allowing the user to view them without any risk to themselves and only some minimal discomfort.

Puppeteer's gloves: Knifty black gloves that allow one to telekinetically puppet small inanimate objects at will via the attachments of tiny strings of magical energy. Max range of about 5 meters.

Rope: Because you can never have too much rope.

Deck of Cards: A suit of playing cards that explode into a dazzling display of lights with the slightest application of magical energy.

Chameleon Cloak: Provides Argus with the ability to blend into his surroundings to nearly vanishing from sight, though a keen eye could possibly perceive him due to the slight imperfections within the illusion.

[ ]: This is an ancient curse, burn from the Resonance between Argus' Origin and the lingering soul of the Ancient Demon known only as Asura. To put it simply, this Curse is less magic in its own right, instead of acting as more of a conceptual rejection of magic itself. While under the effect of this Curse, Argus' body is surrounded by a field of this Curse energy that repels magical energies and influences from him. This gives him a heightened resilience to direct assault by magical energy attacks as the Curse seeks to negate the incoming attack entirely though at his current level of ability, complete negation is not possible. This negation often has immense destructive potential as the combined energy produced by this reaction explodes outward.

Offensively, the Nameless Curse can be infused into objects and structures, oftentimes creating a delayed explosion of sizeable force due to the nature of the world being soaked in even minute magical energies. While inert objects like rocks, trees, and dirt explode, items with a more active magical current(magical items, mages, living creatures) will experience a much more controlled but painful sensation of corrosion upon the area of infusion. This corrosion will continue to burn away at the area affected and while not too serious at first, leaving such wounds untreated will lead to loss of feeling, greying of the skin, weakening of magical ability, loss of muscle control, and eventually, acute necrosis as the area becomes slowly devoid of magical energy. For most mages, treating this in the early stages is easy enough to do by simply focusing their magic into the area and essentially forcing the curse out through force of will. If allowed to progress to the state of greying skin, however, then treatment becomes a lot more difficult and requires the attendance of a trained professional.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

• Has a knack for street performance
• Is pretty quick on his feet and sharp with his tongue
• Pretty good with kids
• Surprsingly well-versed in ancient text, languages, and knowledge of ancient artifacts. Enough to rival practiced scholars in the field
• Has no sense of self preservation when people are in trouble
• Can't say no, especially to a pretty face
• A bit of a wannabe cassanova
• Can be rather single minded and stubborn when he puts his mind to something

| Miscs : |

Anything else you might wanna add to flesh out the details a bit

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

Avaddon did not stop in his savaging attacks as the creature reared in pain from the combined assault, continuing to move along the beast's body as he noted the strange dark protrusions with some concern. However as he heard the rumbling gurgle of the beast's breath forming within the gullet, the monk knew he needed to act fast. Picking up speed as he clawed his way up the creature, he soon made it to the top of the beast, heaving himself up with a flip to land on its head with a feral grin. As the scales along his shoulders once more rattled, he gathered his inner power into him with a low breath. Taking a firm stance, he dug low, resisting the movements of the creatures writhing as best he could.

After this brief silence, the monk would let out a bellowing scream as his fingers curled into a fist and slammed down into the creature's head.Hard. And so would every blow that comes after the first, a successive exclamation to accentuate the force of every fire-infused blow into the creature's upper half would have all of Avaddon's strength put into it. His goal was to either disorient or otherwise disable its ability to effectively deal with the others by focusing it's attention on the one up above. If it continued to ignore him, it would be at the beast's own peril.

You Can Become a Hero!

Yasuhide Seo

Seo had woken up in not the best of moods. The episode from the previous day and how . . . awkward the interaction with Namie had been the other day had hung in his mind deep into the night, and as such he and his boy scout of a dormmate hadn't done much in the way of talking. They'd gotten across some basic things but he'd been too distracted to really get to know the guy.

And as he entered the classroom full of people, he continued to not really pay all the much attention to those around him. He gave the odd nod here and there, but it all served as just a way for him to get into his seat faster without any real interactions. Absently, he felt at his neck, the aching of his scar still seeming to resonate as it had been doing on and off the whole day yesterday. Luckily, it didn't grow into anything more than that, though the medications he had taken once his dormmate had left did make him feel somewhat woozy this early in the morning. It was a common side-effect and faded with time, but he still couldn't help but hate the sensation. It was like cotton and fog filling his brain, a stuffy feeling the made everything just a little harder to process.

Falling into his seat with a groan, he hung his school bag of his chair and wrote a quick little blurb on his white-board before laying his head down. The whiteboard was left leaning against his resting head, reading a simple message:

~Feeling a little tired this morning. If you need me, just tap my shoulder, kay?~

Final Fantasy Crystallum en Absentia

Unfortunately, Avaddon's scouting venture proved a little less than useful as it seemed their prey were fleeing from something else entirely: Their mother. As the large Malboro tore down his perch and sent him tumbling to the ground, the large man did his best to absorb the impact as he crouched into the fall, rolling to a slight halt someway from the group. Luckily, it's attention was more focus on the others than himself, so he was afforded the time to catch his breath and pick himself back up.

As Avaddon rose to his feet, cracking his neck and shoulders, he sized up the beast before him. It was a rather large one, that was to be certain, but the lack of care it showed towards it's young meant they likely didn't have to worry about it receiving any reinforcements. As it focused on the party's frontline, Avaddon took a moment to circle round its backside as the others held it's attention. Once he was free of possibly getting hit, the monk took a crouching stance, hands before him in a clawed motion as he focused. A single step forth, then another, and soon he was surging forward in a pouncing strike at the creature from behind. As Artemisa pummeled the beast from the front, he sought to dig into its flesh from behind. Through the mass of coiling tendrils and eyes, he latched on, launched a quick barrage of strikes, and then moved elsewhere to begin the process anew, doing his best to divert the monster's attention and perhaps find a weak spot where he could do some real damage.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

Bludmach: Outskirts

Kvasir attack drew a screech from the smokey creature holding him, the blades of crimson ichor cutting through it’s weakened form with no issue. Unlike the main creature, this one seemed to struggle to pull it’s body together, following after the Godslayer even as its body struggled to remained connected to the dull red stone at it core. Klaus, meanwhile, would struggle to stand as the creature attacking him sought to drag him deep into the toxic muck. Luckily, his size and strength proved enough to keep him upright for the moment. As a result, the creature changed tactics, forming two ethereal looking tendrils over Klaus’ head which took the form of blades as they prepped to plunge into the wolfman’s back.

At Kvasir’s current pace, he would likely be unable to catch up with the flying monster despite his efforts, as the treacherous ground of the Marsh sabotaged his every step. However, the matter of catching the creature was soon handled as the sound of an explosion sounded from behind him, followed soon by the streaking jet of flame that was Eldrid as the Dragonslayer launched herself at the beast.

Right before impact, Eldrid would see the creature look first behind it then follow the trail of smoke up until it saw her much too late. As she crashed into the mass of writhing shadow, it quickly lost altitude as all three tumbled end over end in a screeching mess of tendrils and body parts as she bit, clawed, and burned the thing. Before long, they would make impact with the ground with an eruption of mud and loose rocks. Luckily for Eldrid and the guide she came to save, the crash was in a relatively stable section of the marsh.

Unluckily, however, the creature was still very much alive. With a final screech, it shifted its formless body in such a way that the masked face of the creature was before her, it’s rubbery mass opening wide to show a maw of shadowy teeth as it surged forward to consume her entire upper body in a mass of shadows. Within the darkness, she’d feel herself being subjected to what felt like hundreds of pinpricks and slashes as the shadows attempted to cut her to ribbons.

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White Harbor

Team Bessie:First Encounter

As Ria life she was used to. Before her being banned from taking a swim, the sea was often filled with fish both big and small, darting about the brief section of shallows that the docks rested upon. . . and the yawning abyss into the ocean depths that stretched out before the town of White Harbour.

Now, it was only home to soft silence broken by the keening call of her target. From her vantage beneath the waves, she could see Bessie’s large form swimming through the ocean depths, diving down towards the depths as she completed another breaching of the ocean’s surfaces, likely having snagged another snack from the betting fisherman up above.

On the dock, some of the other fishermen noted Vectis and Cade getting ready to set out and, as bored fishermen were like to do, soon started taking bets on the group. The exactitudes of the wager were likely easy to figure out, especially as one man started to make a gesture of prayer before bursting into laughter as he slammed his money down. Clearly, they were the underdogs in this instance.
@j8cob@Sanguine Rose@pkken

Aiden

Aiden’s face didn’t express much of anything at first as Kim came clean, only a slight raise of his head as he scratched as his chin in absent thought.

“Well. . . looks like we’ll need to work out a reason for him to not be too with us both, huh?” Aiden’s cold stare turned into a grin as he reached knelt down to russle the young lad’s hair. “Also, you shouldn’t call your elder’s rude names like ‘Old bat’. Mrs. Bloomberg is a nagging sort, but she only does so because she cares. . . well, that and because her husband doesn’t listen otherwise.”

Rising up, the Guild Master shrugged his shoulders, dispersing his ice-make creations with a grand swing of his arm, each bursting into an array of fine ice particles and sending another rush of cold air through the guild as he walked towards the doors.

“Now then, I hope you’ve taken what Serena’s been helping you with to heart because this is going to be a tad bit harder to pull off if we can’t convince him that you being here is still good for your education. Not impossible, mind, but much harder.”
@Leslie Hall

Northern Glade

After exchanging the mirror and Claire doing a final check through her archives to see if she could pull anything up about the runes at all, the group entered the forest in search of their kidnapped suspect. Arc and Claire searched towards the western half of the Glade, while Karna and Nia exploring the eastern half. However, it would only be after a moment into the wood that something rather strange occurred.

One moment the wood was, if eerie, well-lit by the early morning sun with trees barely taller than any of the houses back in White Harbour. The next. . . the sun had vanished behind the leafy boughs of trees so tall you couldn’t even see the tops of them, the only illumination coming from a number of dim glowing orbs of light that floated overhead as if carried by the breeze. Mist pooled around their feet and, deep within the wood, one could hear the creaking snap of something moving. Multiple somethings. Nothing could be seen of the other group either, despite them only just having stepped passed the threshold of the forest.

Glade Group 1

“Ooooookay. . . should I be, like, concerned about this?” Claire did her best to keep a straight face as she looked around the sudden gloom, trying her best to ignore all the sounds of shuffling that echoed around her in the gloom. “You’ve dealt with stuff like this before, right? It’s just a common trick or something. . . . right?”
@Grey

Glade Group 2

For Nia and Karna, the wood would soon seem to wake as , off in the distance, a light started to flicker to life. It bounced on the winds for a few seconds, before flickering off and reappearing a little further into the forest, bobbing once more. Wanting them to follow after.
@Hero@Inkarnate