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Magic in the Park

@ERode
If there was oil in the Dark City, they'd probably try to invade it.

Magic in the Park

Probably went overboard.

Mathias

Mathias McGrath

_{32 y/o | Male | 5'11 | Complexity}

【Ｏｎｅ　Ｍｏｒｅ　Ｗａｙ　Ｏｕｔ　ｏｆ　Ｈｅｒｅ】

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Profile

Mathias McGrath was born to a mundane family in the middle of fucking nowhere Montana. His family were not of some great social standing; his father worked as a grifting mechanic and his mother was a waitress at the local diner who was rumored to be the town bicycle. It was just as likely for Mathias' father to be his biological father as it was for any other man in town or passing by. That was probably one of the reasons why his parents fought so often.

He was a quiet, reserved child, but one with a kind heart brimming with curiosity and a sense of duty towards those around him. If he saw any injustice, be it a playground bully or the like he was the one who would step in because he was always the bigger, stronger kid. One would imagine that he was a bullheaded though he also had quite a head on his shoulders. Mathias enjoyed tinkering around with tools and was always curious with how things worked, like the cars his dad worked on. Every now again Mathias was even allowed to help his old man repair some cars in the shop.

But that was when he would see things. Things that no one else could see. The internal structure, the weakest and strongest impact points of the car, his father's shoddy work. While he couldn't understand what it was he could see and what information he was absorbing, he understood that only he could.

And in his dreams, he dreamt of a labyrinth and what sights he would see. Wonderous, yet confusing and unnerving, but with each visit there was something else to see, something else to learn. Awakening from each dream, his gifts would expand and evolve albeit rough and unrefined like coal as it would be without proper guidance. However, with each dream there was always a constant: a voice. It was drowned out, murky to the ears, but there was definitely a voice. As he got older, he found he no longer even needed to even sleep, but meditate to enter the labyrinth, but even then, he would still hear the voice.

Having powers was something that he understood was to be kept a secret. He read plenty of comic books and seen enough cartoons to know that, but they also had confidants, people who they could rely on and talk and like any foolish boy he told his best friend Maverick. He showed him all of his gifts, told him of the labyrinth and like any kid that wanted superpowers, Maverick asked Mathias if he could show him how to enter the labyrinth. Making no promises, Mathias tried, and did do something because Maverick found himself in that twisted world.

At first, things were fine. Maverick was progressing steadily with developing his powers and they even exchanged ideas and different paths of the labyrinth, but overtime something seemed off with him. He looked more haggard, more exhausted as the days turned into weeks into months. He became secretive, unwilling to divulge what he was doing. At the same time, there were strange reports of people's pets going missing. Concerned for his friend, Mathias confronted Maverick, but Maverick flew into a rage screaming that Mathias 'did this to him.' In his dreams, in his waking thoughts, in the corners of his mind all Maverick could see was the labyrinth. He wanted, no, he needed to know what was at the end of it all. Maverick told him that he had something to show him.

Maverick led Mathias to the abandoned refinery plant on the outskirts of town. Mathias smelled it before he saw it: rotting, broken carcasses of animals were strewn about the plants' floor. In his horror, Mathias asked Maverick what this was. It was his lab. For months, Maverick had been experimenting his abilities on living things when he realized that he hit a wall with his development all the while Mathias growth kept improving. It was unfair, infuriating that Mathias could delve deeper and deeper while he couldn't.

Mathias pleaded, begged with his friend to come to his senses when he saw something very much alive wriggling around with tears in its eyes; a little girl tied to a pole with her mouth gagged. With a churned stomach, Mathias asked his best friend what he had done. Maverick said that it was time to move onto human experimentation so they could be both exploring the labyrinth together.

Mathias looked at the monster he had inadvertently created and came to the only conclusion that he could: he had to stop him by any means necessary. The two green horn mages fought, and, in the end, Mathias landed the finishing blow though it was not enough to kill him. However, their battle had caused a flame to erupt due to igniting leftover barrels of crude oil and Mathias was left only enough time to save on person, the little girl or Maverick. Needless to say, Mathias left his best friend to burn alive in the factory.

The factory burned down and apparently whatever remains that were in there were too charred to even be recognized as animal or human. It never got out that Mathias was ever there. He made the little girl swear to secrecy of what she had seen.

Life went on, except Mathias could never forget what he had seen. Never again would he let anyone be a part of that world of his ever again. That voice wouldn't leave him alone, however. No matter how much time passed, he could still hear that murky voice almost taunting him for what he did.

Time passed on and when Mathias was eighteen years old, he joined the United States army as a combat engineer and in four years joined the Special Forces as an engineer sergeant serving in the 5th Special Forces Group. Over the years he had been deployed on several missions though he has no clearance to talk about them. However, there was one mission when he was deployed with a unit to Afghanistan to raid a compound of some terrorist cell leader. When they got there, however, it looked the inside of a meat grinder. Not a single soul was left alive or in one piece, except for one man.

There was a man that stood in the middle of the viscera, a man that looked so eerily like Mathias. At first. that appeared disinterested until he saw Mathias.

"How interesting."

It was the voice. It was the same voice he had been hearing for years.

Before he could question the man, all hell broke loose. Bloody mist sprayed the air like the juice of watermelon smashed by a hammer. His entire unit in an instant was turned into fleshy pulp. Mathias fought for his life, but nothing he did worked. Every shot, every bomb, every spell failed to leave any mark. By all rights, he should've died right then and there, but the man just let him live with a knowing grin.

Never before had Mathias felt so powerless, so angry. His comrades died in the blink of an eye except for him for some inexplicable reason, but he also left to report this disaster. Now how in the hell does anyone report that not only the entire compound was butchered, but so were the troops? Well, as it turned out it happens way more frequently than one would think.

Originally, his superiors were just going to wipe his memory clean with magic, but before they could do Mathias admitted that he had powers and demanded what was going on. His superiors quickly caught on to the fact that Mathias had no idea who he was or even the greater scope of the Dark Sphere, so they told him everything. The labyrinths, the Dark City, the houses, everything, including the man who slaughtered his entire team.

The man that attacked them was only known to them as simply The Mist due to how illusive he was and how he leaves his victims. They could never track him down no matter how what they did. He was too good at covering his tracks and the few times that they did find him, a platoon would be killed instantly. Except this time, he left Mathias alive. There was a connection between them, a lead that they could go off on.

They offered Mathias to join a special taskforce, the 0th Special Forces Group tasked by the Dark Sphere Command (DSC), to defend their nation from rogue mages and mages from other countries, friendly or otherwise. Typically, they worked with the Houses although those shaky relationships at best. When asked if he would be able to find The Mist, they said that there was a chance, but that as enough for Mathias. He needed answers and he needed that man's head on a pike.

Mathias, eager to get to work, needed training. He received proper training and guidance by mages within the Special Forces Group. It was truly the first time that he had really explored that side of his world again with another, not since Maverick, but he learned quickly that this was not the norm. Anything that went beyond what was standard knowledge was met with cold gazes of people protective of their spell craft. Still, he eventually found himself a role in this supernatural squadron and with each mission he understood the dark reality that he stepped into. Still, it was worth it. He needed answers and he'll keep delving in deeper into that darkness for it though lurking in it is someone that should have stayed dead.

Craft

To understand the complexities of the world, one must have eyes unclouded to bend it to your will. That is one way to explain his craft. He absorbs, analyzes, and breaks down highly detailed information at a rate that no other human could process. To go back to the car example when he was a child, he could look at it and breakdown everything about it. The internal structure, the car's physical weak points, the strength of the metal, the tensile strength, the heat it could with stand, how it runs, and so on. However, it is also possible to overload him with information if one were to try hard enough and prolonged use is exhausting on the brain and the eyes.

However, that is only one part of the craft. Once analyzed, he can create, manipulate, and dismantle. For example, he could create concrete, manipulate existing concrete, or dismantle concrete to its components. This can be applied to more complex objects such as guns or to things such as fire or water. There are some caveats to this. All three of these abilities are subject to the relation of size and power. The bigger something is, the more magic it is going to need to do it and may suffer from effects such as slower creation speed. He cannot just spawn a tank or a pile of TNT with a snap of his fingers.

Along with his main craft he picked up several different crafts from his time with Maverick and from when he trained with the 0th Special Forces Group.

From his time with Maverick, he learned a basic level of electromagnetism.
From the Special Forces group, he picked up an array of crafts. Reinforcement, detection, presence suppression, strength and speed augmentation, telepathy, light generation, body temperature

Magic in the Park

Should hopefully get something up by tomorrow.

Magic in the Park

Is there a deadline for submitting our sheets that I haven't noticed?

Magic in the Park

I have to ask. Is Realspace set in our world or is it also a fictional one?

Magic in the Park - Modern Fantasy/Hidden World Anime

Seems neat.

Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU

Nolan
@Zarkun@Sanguine Rose

"Are you telling me that we may be walking straight into a trap?" growled Nolan through the comms. Of course, it was on him for only asking now, but this was also pertinent information. If they were walking straight into a trap, then he wanted to know way that it was a possibility. God's above if the Astarin by some absolute miracle didn't kill the guardsmen then he would do it himself. "If you think there is anything strange at all, say something. I'll give the mapmakers something to complain about if need be."

Nolan then shifted focus. Through Ria's earpiece, she heard Nolan. "Hey Ria, you heard that right? How are you holding up?" It was only normal to check up on how his coworker was managing the situation. She had been maintaining the barrier for an awfully long time. He needed to know how she was doing, especially if they were to move forward into a possible death trap.

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Zenith
@Squirrel98

It was soft, but he was certain that he heard the homeless girl say something with her raspy breath. Zenith maintained his kind, gentle smile. "You're welcome." There was not much else that he could say to her and sometimes that's all anyone could do. His gaze shifted towards Karma who approached them and kindly informed Zen that the guild master was already dealing with another new recruit. Two in one day that must've been a record. Oh, yeah, he completely forgot that candy boy was there too. Make that three though it could've been more. He hadn't stopped cooking since he arrived.

"I'll be in the kitchen then. Give me a holler if anyone needs me. Oh, and a pleasure to meet you both. Glad to see some friendlier faces." With a friendly wave goodbye, Zenith rushed off back to the kitchen. He surveyed the leftover prepped ingredients in their plastic containers. "Now what do I feed a girl that hasn't had proper meal in a while..."

A rich dish would obviously be tasty, but it would probably make her stomach do loops. Not to mention that she's more than likely deficient in certain vitamins and minerals. What she needed was a meal that was flavorful, but rich in nutrients and light as to not upset her stomach. Zenith rubbed his chin in thought before he snapped his fingers with a self-satisfied grin. "Yeah, that'll work." With that, Zen was back at chopping vegetables, chicken, and kneading dough.

<Cancelled>

I'm working on my dude. Kinda realizing how 'Deus Vult' he kinda is lol.

Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU

Zenith

@Squirrel98@Zarkun

Meat was sizzling, pots bubbling and steaming, and the sound vegetables being stirred in a hot pan. A bead of sweat was trailing down his head, down to the tip of his nose, and then dripped down onto the stove. The chef grabbed an old piece of cloth and rubbed his face against it, taking a deep breath before he focused back onto the cooking. His eyes darted around to various timers that were strewn in some methodical madness, his hands keeping steadily keeping ahead of the ticking. Soon he was plating various dishes; slabs of meat with mashed potatoes and seasonal vegetables, various pastas, hot sandwiches with fries, and it just didn't end. That was the life a chef in a mage guild and for that matter, the sole chef for that matter. Also, the lone server. Budget restraints and what not.
 
The kitchen door slammed against the wall by a lone foot and out came the Zenith with his greasy, food covered apron, hair net, sweaty t-shirt, and black slacks. "Order up!" He came out balancing trays of food on the very tip of his fingers, rushing to table to table handing out orders the same way an overworked restaurant worker would during a lunch rush. It would've been so much easier if he took over some octopus monster and used its extra arms to help carry these trays, but alas he was stuck with his two very human arms as he served guests and guild mage alike. At the very least, he could see that people enjoyed his food so that was a reward in it of itself. Well, that and the money was good too. It was hard, but it was worth it if he could offer solid support for Akemi.

Money or not, this was exhausting. Zenith slumped over the bar counter chugging down a liter of water from a bottle. "God, at the very least Jenna could hire some more servers..." He muttered to himself. His eyes trailed along the guild hall, people watching out of sheer boredom. However, his focus shifted towards someone walking through the entrance to the guild. A very raggedy woman, someone that looked like the living definition of being down on her luck though he didn't recognize her. It was not like he knew everyone in town though. After all, he had only arrived with Akemi not too long ago, but he definitely would've remembered seeing a homeless pink haired woman around these parts.

Zenith walked over to her and flashed her his typical friendly outgoing smile. "That would be our guild master Jenna. She's probably available." His eyes scanned her while they conversed. Damn, this girl must've been really slumming it. The heck happened to her?

"Are you o-?" Before he could ask, the doors swung open and more pink, much louder pink, barged on in. Also, why did the air suddenly taste very sweet?

He just stared at the man that smelled like cotton candy as if he had worms, or in his case, gummy worms crawling out of his ears though he shook his head to zone back in. Zenith tilted his head back and shouted, "Hey Jenna! We've got a couple more recruits! I'm gonna get a meal started for one of them!"

Rising Stars: A Fairy Tail AU

Zenith Villard

Name: Zenith Villard
Age: 21
Class: B

Personality:
Someone that always has a smile on his face, Zenith is a very kind and honest person with a strong sense of duty and justice towards his fellow man, even if he does not know them. He is the kind of guy that will sit there if someone needs to vent or talk and listen for as long they need him to without judging them. A patient man, he does not tend to resolve issues with violence, but with words if it can be avoided. A surprisingly sarcastic, sassy person with a sharp tongue though all in good fun.

Very few can match him in discipline. Zenith is the kind of man that would wake up at 5 AM every day with a smile on his face. His skin is very thick so it would take a great deal to actually make him angry though it is best to not test those limits.

At first glance with his bright and social nature, one would assume that he would be extroverted, but he actually is quite introverted. He needs his alone time or else he become quite the grumpy individual.

History/Bio:

Do the right thing, that was the lesson that was hammered into Zenith growing up. His parents were Rune Knights, his grandfather before then, and before them there was a tribe, they descended from named Uru that protected Fiore long before the kingdom was established, where an agreement that their people would serve the kingdom in exchange to letting them continue on their traditions. They strove for ideas of justice and service to the people of Fiore. They were everything that all knights strove to be, even until the moment they died protecting people from dark mages.

It was to no one's surprise that Zenith decided to follow into his parents' footsteps to become a Rune Knight as well. He enlisted and trained at a military academy to become a disciplined, powerful soldier and when the time came, he sure enough earned his spot in the Rune Knights. He did not even last a year.

The issue was not resolve, laziness, or any sort of behavior that would be disgraceful to the Rune Knights. It was quite the opposite in fact. Zenith was assigned to a precinct Hargeon Town and while there, he discovered that there were multiple people fudging the numbers on the number of arrests made to make it seem like they were accomplishing more than they actually were. Of course, he investigated and brought evidence in the form of audio recordings and documents to his superior officer. His superior told him that they would look into it. This was the biggest mistake of his life.

It began with his peers harassing him, then given an extra workload only to be given a poor performance review no matter the result, and then he noticed that other Rune Knights were actually following him everywhere he went. There was no debate that this was some sort of intimidation tactic, but it would have taken much more to deter Zenith from doing his job...and they were quick to realize it.

Zenith was arrested and charged for conspiracy of leaking classified info to Dark Guilds, a crime that he did not commit. He was held in prison for two months and when the day came to the trial, the charges against him were dropped due to lack of evidence, but he knew that this was simply just a message to him; that he was completely powerless and if he ever stepped out of line again, they would make every little moment of his life into a hellish experience.

He had been intimidated, disgraced, and humiliated. His career was dead in the water and there was no future for him in the Rune Knights, even he could see that clearly. The only thing left to do was to leave, but not without a parting gift; he made sure that he had copies of the evidence he compiled for the fraudulent data and dropped it off at newspaper because if he was going down, it may as well have been in flames.

Problem now was that after having that criminal charge on his record and the media shit storm he caused, his job prospects were nil at best. He eventually did return home and eventually decided that he had no chance of life in Fiore and that he would need to leave the kingdom. At the same time, he was asked to take Akemi, a girl that he shared a sibling bond with, as far away from Fiore by her grandparents to which he agreed to.

They travelled through Ishgar not without incident no small part to Akemi and eventually arrived in the kingdom of Pergrande where they found a strange sight, a traditional guild. They had heard rumors and did seek it out, but he was not sure what to expect. They did end up joining as a way to obtain stable income and perhaps find a mage that could treat Akemi's condition.

Magic:

Takeover - Beast Soul: You know exactly what it is.

Beast Soul Forms

Beast Soul - Minotaur: A bipedal, muscular bull while slow, has great physical strength that can easily smash through several layers of concrete and stone.

Beast Soul - Gungnir: A streamlined, lean body of a bipedal insect-like creature with compound eyes and a herculean beetle's horn. Gungnir is his fastest form currently. To the trained eye he still appears to be a blur and at his fastest he can create an after image of himself.

Beast Soul - Iron Devil: A bipedal lizard-like creature with sharp claws, fangs, and durable armored scales that resemble iron. It is a durable form that can withstand considerable duress, and its fangs and claws are as expected to be razor sharp.

Beast Soul - Zephyr: It takes the form of a mighty eagle with razor sharp talons with crush force that can shatter stone and a durable beak. What it lacks in combat versatility it makes up with speed and mobility in the air. Typically used as a partial takeover.

Takeover - Crystalized Soul:

This is a form of ancient, deep magic from his Uru ancestors. When the first beings gained sentience, they began to ask why. Why did things work the way they did? Why did they happen? How could they happen? When collective thought thinks about these questions en masse, they can give birth to a new creature, something that isn't a god or could be called sentient. They are more akin to elementals in that they purely represent an idea, something that can only cause destruction if left unchecked. When used, each form influences the user's personality depending what idea they represent and require much, much more magic to use.

Crystalized Soul Forms

Nevermore

The entity that represents humanity's unending grief. Passed onto him after his mother died.

Appearance:
A strange, unnerving humanoid being. Nevermore stands at 8 feet (2.4384 meters) tall though it is always slouched, making it appear shorter than it actually is. Its body and its limbs seemed to resemble long, gangly black tree branches despite the fact that they have a texture of wrought iron. Those same branches make up its torso to form something that resembles ribs. Protruding from its back are those black, iron branches except they are sparsely covered feathers made from the same material to create something that looks like wings. Its head is humanoid save for a raven-like beak and also has the same black coloration as the rest of its body and its mostly featureless save for when it opens its mouth to reveal its human teeth and long, sharp tongue.

Abilities:
Darkness: It is not darkness in the traditional sense, but more of the "gravity of darkness." The darkness that Nevermore generates manipulates gravity within its reach. This darkness can be used in wide swathes or can be shaped into attacks such as spheres or blades of heavy gravity. Nevermore, despite its wings, cannot fly so it uses its darkness to simulate flight. However, at the moment it is quite taxing on his body, so it is not something that can be used in quick succession.

Limb Extension: Nevermore can extend and retract its limbs. Can use its limbs for long range attacks and such.

Branch Generation: Nevermore can create more branch-like limbs from its body that can be used for a variety of purposes, such as wrapping new limbs around its already existing limbs to make a heavier attack, increase defense, a flurry of attacks, and so on.

Notable Spells:
Plutonian Shore: Darkness expands in all directions to cover all exposed surfaces. Anything that is caught in the general area of the darkness will experience intense gravity pushing their bodies down and crushing them into either dust or into submission.

Blades of Pallas: Zen creates blades of darkness though they are technically not sharp. They have a such an intensely strong gravity that whatever is caught on their edge is just cleanly cut in half from the impact.

Endless Night: Zenith creates numerous spheres of darkness that hover in the air far and wide. Then they shoot out branches of piercing darkness that branch out irregularly until the spell fills out an entire area.

Lenore's Maelstrom: Zen generates countless spheres of intense gravity that swirl around the target, ripping them into pieces as the spheres collide with the target.

Jabberwocky

The entity that represents humanity's unceasing rage. Passed onto him after his father died.

Appearance:
A hulking beast of a creature that appears to be made of red stone with bits of stone protruding in its body in strangely organic shapes. It has no eyes, only a mouth with teeth made of stone. What people would mistake for markings glowing around its body is magma flowing through open crevices like blood pumping through veins. Its spine protrudes from its back with spikes that travel down it its tail. Its claws are also just made of stone.

Abilities:
Immense Strength: This is a form that can lift a building and smash someone with it.

Immense Durability: It is like punching a mountain. Any blow would be lucky to even crack its stone body.

Absolute Rage: Using this form induces so much rage that mental magic just doesn't work.

Magma Generation: This form can generate magma for attacks, but they are not precise techniques due to the rage that is constantly tearing at his mind and more like a sledgehammer being swung about.

Strengths:
Trained Soldier: A disciplined and effective fighter even without his magic. He is most comfortable with Hand-to-Hand combat and typically does not need weaponry due to the nature of his magic.

Detective: As someone whose old job required him to track down criminals and solve cases, he is quite proficient at complex problem solving and has great intuition.

Poison Immunity: After repeated consumption of Akemi's cooking Zenith resists most poisons if not just straight up immune.

Cooking: Is just a really good cook. Part of his job as a guild member is to be the guild chef.

Weaknesses:

Too Selfless: At times he gives so much of himself that fails to take care of his own needs. Sometimes there are those that take advantage of his good will.

Explosive Emotions: He puts everyone else at first instead of facing his own issues, so he bottles it up until he can't take it anymore. For all the times he lends a shoulder to cry on and be someone that everyone can rely on, he doesn't know how to ask that from others.

Akemi: Despite not being his sister by blood, she is still family to him. She is his responsibility and given her sickly, sheltered nature he is always worried about her.

Guild Mark Location: Lower back, Blue

Extra:
Is very good at cross dressing and makeup. He will be prettier than you.