Raineh Daze

Fate/esoterica

Magic gambler, psychic (is a thing in the Nasuverse! Mostly involving mystic eyes), or Executor with oni heritage?

Broken Oath - A Demon's Land Divided (Open for Business!)

Violette

Ah, it had been fortunate that it hadn't been one of the more well-known candidates that had been directed to Avici, once she split from the primary forces to make her way home. It made the way back so much more peaceful... no being asked lots of questions about her battles, or needing to show off her strength. It was better than travelling alone, too--all the business of making sure that they were going the right way, asking others for directions, the minor acts of camping that she was too clumsy to do... she'd like to stick around Dengran until she actually found where exactly she needed to go.

"Mm... no, not yet. I need to find where my village moved to..."

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

The JSDF. The JSDF. As if she had needed more confirmation that this obviously wasn't her own world, the self defence forces had blindly stumbled into things making assurances of their safety... rather threatening assurances. Some that were completely unnecessary; Evangeline had needed no authority to ensure her longevity, and she wasn't about to entrust it--or this brat that seemed determined to find a grave today--to those whose magical experience was entirely composed of card tricks.

"Frigerans Exarmatio," the blonde girl said, the simple incantation taking effect in a quick and harmless burst of elemental magic--in the hands of the various soldiers all around, the burst of ice knocking the guns out of their hands. "If you cannot even resist something such as this, your assurances are meaningless. Now, if you would leave this matter to us..."

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The offered coat was gladly accepted--it might not fit properly, nor was it going to keep her completely warm, but it was a good sight better than standing around in summer pyjamas hoping to not get even colder. His explanation of the differences made things even less clear, or maybe he was just from somewhere that wasn't used to science? Because all he seemed to be describing were normal chemists... which definitely weren't the same as alchemists, who were the only people aside from Fine that Hibiki had seen use magical abilities like that. The bald man didn't seem like an ancient priestess...

But at least she could answer the question about the city, that was clear enough from the various signs and notices: "We're in Tokyo."

Fate/esoterica

I'd like to once again claim Assassin.

Assassin and her not-at-all-obvious identity.

Fate/esoterica reboot

Yare yare.

Yeah, signing up again.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

The incoming troll's attack was slow--too slow, too harmless. She could have avoided the grab, dropped down or dodged out of the way; a troll well on the way to losing half its blood simply didn't have the reaction times to keep up, even with the drugs keeping it on its feet. That, however, would have gotten in the way of attacking. And so, with the shield on her right hand, she broke its fingers. Though, in the heat of the moment, she'd rather forgotten that wouldn't stop it from trying to grab, even if it could no longer do so...

Another hand dropped to the floor. It wasn't long before the troll itself followed, chest split by the repeat blows and no amount of drugging able to keep it going once its heart was split in two. Yet the paladin was already on the move before it was still, cutting down an orc and looking for another of the beasts--if, indeed, they were still up. At least they weren't much of a threat to her.

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Lilianna Belwiss

How did any of what she'd said translate to "run at the nearest troll?"

Fate/esoterica

"Ah, where is 'here'?" Assassin asked, looking ahead at the store. Whilst she could clearly see some pictures of ice cream in the window, that didn't tell her much about the store itself. And she knew that many places could possibly be selling the frozen goods, yet nothing about the styling really gave her much more information. Perhaps if it had been an old-fashioned shop of the type that she could have seen in life--if not ever had reason to go into--then the young girl would know what to expect.

Unfortunately, she couldn't read, which made things rather more difficult.

Though with a cheerfully pink jacket on, she would undoubtedly blend in far more than the other Servants if they chose to show themselves, particularly the knights attired for battle... though given the clear scars on her face and the white hair, she'd still stand out if anyone knew what to look for.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

The paladin's response was madness of the highest order: she didn't dodge, didn't make any attempt to get out of the way. It wasn't with the deer-in-the-headlights expression of somebody that had no idea how to deal with an opponent like this, but with the absolute certainty that nothing it could do would harm her. Into her raised shield the fists slammed, Tyaethe holding firm as her whole arm absorbed the shock. Then, with the creature overextended, the counter-attack began: her sword hacked swung through its arm without pause, unavoidably coating the knight in a layer of dark red as she kept forward, keen to keep cutting away whilst it was still trying to use the now-missing hand.

The blows that followed had no such intent to maim or disable the creature cleanly; every strike was just to gouge out another chunk of flesh. There were many ways to approach something with such a thick hide even over more sensitive areas: go for the eyes, the mouth; to mass ranks and confront it with so many points it would unavoidably impale itself was a common tactic. Tyaethe, with a far larger blade more than capable of just cutting through had her own way of dealing with these beasts: get an opening, then keep cutting into its torso until it bled out or she finally split it right open.

Of course, it still had one hand, but that was fine. Her shield was on that side.

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Lilianna Belwiss

From the sidelines, there wasn't much more that she could offer, the orcs too busy being run through to escape around to come target the more supporting elements of the knights, though she wasn't about to abandon her role and stop checking for an enemy to come up behind them. Except, that is, to offer tactical advice: "Yevan, your Grace, do you believe that you could cleanly bring down a troll each? If not, then it would be recommended to impair them in some manner, as even injured they can take many men with them before succumbing to wounds."

For instance, not repeating the magical equivalent of the paladin's brutal approach. At least that troll got to focus on her lunacy rather than any that this pair couldn't kill.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Really, you would think that someone reliant upon you for their very existence would show more restraint than to threaten murder regardless of what you did. If the girl was this hot-headed, it was no wonder that someone such as King Arthur would have refused to make them the heir. Violent tempers just didn't make for good rulers in the long term. Though maybe he'd be more co-operative after having some sense beaten into his head.

Though the actual child seemed to be distracted, there was a simple answer to her question: "If I wasn't expending all of my magic on supporting these two, I could freeze him. Our only choice now is to keep him or around or kill him."

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"No Master... no magic," Asterios stated, not really being the Servant that one would want to ask for an explanation of such a thing. Most Servants probably didn't have an in-depth understanding of the exact mechanics--just that a spiritual body, itself entirely composed of mana, would take more to keep anchored in the world and that this would only increase the more active they were. Of course, the magic making up their bodies had nothing on the sheer power of their souls--but that was exactly what the bodies prevented from disappearing right away.

Already, the boy that had lead them here was running off for some reason. That was... unfortunate, and somewhat confusing. What was the rush?

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A mage and not an alchemist? What was the difference? "But... alchemists cast spells as well." There was definitely alchemy going on to power the spells, though that seemed to be more noticeable with Carol than with the more recent groups... really, what was the difference? If Elfnein had been here, she could have explained it--even the Commander or Chris would have had a better idea, she was certain. Though the "mage" had once again drawn attention to her embarrassing lack of clothing. "Eheheh, I was sleeping and then when I woke up I was here. I can't contact anyone, either."

Broken Oath - A Demon's Land Divided (Open for Business!)

• Name: Violette the Unconquered
• Appearance: She's actually pretty tall despite her appearance, edging close to nine feet when unarmoured and getting just over it when she is.
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• Gender: Female
• Race: Mongrel. That is, she isn't some specific type of demon that happens to have such a name, she's rather a mess of many different lineages--maybe even a little bit of human in there. Her appearance, for instance, takes after many of the fairer of demon kind--no doubt helped by the regular appearance of succubi and incubi in the patchwork mess of Violette's family tree. Of course, whilst it's yielded a surprising combination of benefits, there's obvious downsides... you'd struggle to find someone less magical in the entire world. Then, of course, her strength has its own flaws...
• Age: 28
• Personality: Contrary to her intimidating reputation and size, the demon knight is quite shy and timid--if caught out of her armour, she's more likely to blush or stutter than be loud and boisterous. Whilst she might act cool and reserved, it's because she has no idea how to really start a conversation with someone else and there's a good chance that she'll just get stuck with unnerving hero worship. Fittingly with this sort of attitude, she's extremely gentle--though for her own sake as much as whatever she's handling. Quite a fan of cute things.
  Though if someone were to threaten her home or friends...
• Abilities: Although Violette is properly trained in normal combat, she scarcely needs it against most opponents. Why? She's terrifyingly strong, having a level of strength normally possessed by great lumbering beasts hardly known for their intellect than an intelligent opponent. A single swipe of her axe is enough to smash any humans that happen to be in the path aside if they aren't cut through entirely. She also heals quickly, though not to the level of regeneration, and without scars... which is useful, because if she actually exerts herself in any way without some form of protection, her bones and muscles will break from the strain: she might have all the strength needed, but she's definitely not tough enough to apply it unaided without taking things incredibly slowly.
  She's not too good at most things, being on the whole far too large for delicate work, so outside of combat she's basically a layabout by trade.
• Equipment: Her armour, shield, and axe do exactly what you would expect of such things: they endure and cut. However, on top of this, the armour is enchanted to serve a far more useful purpose on the battlefield. It reinforces her body, allowing her to put her full strength to use without the immediate negative repercussions and with the benefit of dampening any pain from strain or overexertion. The downside, of course, is that this sort of armour gets really hot and it can't stop Violette from tiring like anybody else would.
• History: It's safe to say that Violette is from lands that aren't even part of Tsukran--or, rather, whether they are depends entirely on who you might ask. To some, she hails from the westernmost reaches of Maharauva; to others, that means she comes from human lands by technicality--mostly humans think that last one. Nevertheless, there's a distinct lack of concern about good breeding and racial purity so far away from political centres, as life is bound to be short and there's a good chance that you might have to entirely uproot yourself when the fighting starts. Besides, when there's the occasional intermixing between human and demon, who has time to care about small things? Particularly when it's the number one place for total political exiles to hide out.
  It is unavoidable that when a ceasefire ends, many of those living in such a place form the first victims of the conflict and the first to find themselves winding up in the armies. So it was for Violette, who chose to join the soldiers to help buy the rest of her village time to get away unmolested. Like anyone untrained and unarmoured in combat, it was a miracle that she could survive the first few fights, even with injuries--until her superiors took note that one of their larger soldiers seemed to even manage to be injured in practice, whereupon they hatched upon the idea to create a symbol to rally around... as well as a useful battlefield presence.
  The results, needless to say, worked. Whilst Violette by no means represented a major shift in power, she became far more useful armoured... and the aim to create a symbol worked. By deploying in support of her fellow soldiers and not alone, the humans never got the chance to swamp her in numbers and get in the blow needed to bring her down, and even when a battle was lost she was able to help with the retreat, creating a reputation as an invincible warrior sure to save those she fights with.
  Her presence in Avici is a simple one: she heard those of her village that avoided the fighting have migrated south and east, further and further away from the frontlines, and she wishes to meet them again.