Renny

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

Nice, I like the nickname blueberry. I would had never come up with that myself lol.

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

It didn't take long for the intercom to spark to life. The news of Alfred Nobel's locations closing in on Baler sent a small jolt up Myriad's back, it had happened quicker than he thought, though, it wasn't like this was his first mission. His hand landed on the table, his fingertips rubbing the smooth surface with a controlled tension. Its always been hard to shake this anxiety, its like a hand slowly tightening around my heart.

He felt a warm hand touch his own and looked up to see Alexandria smiling at him. "Its going to be okay, don't let it get to you," She reassured him, giving him a comforting squeeze before letting go. "You're our lucky charm so we need you in tip-top shape, kay?"

A pair of hands soon clasped his shoulders, the rough movements on them hinting at Nao's eavesdropping. "Don't piss yourself on the battlefield, Myraid. If you're scared, I'd love to take your place beside Alexandria."

He shrugged off Nao's hand and turned towards him, ignoring the assumption that Alexandria and himself had something going on. "Aye, try to keep your petty thoughts to yourself, Idiot Nao. Its unbecoming of a future janitor," He jested, a chuckle resonating from him as he raised out his seat. He gathered his things and under the orders of his new teacher a few others and himself traveled to the lockers to get ready. He fixed on the materials, his own suit being fitted around his casual.

When he was ready, he walked out and was greeted by Nao and Alexandria waiting for him. Alexandria raked her hands through her brunette hair as Nao smiled warmly for reasons that he couldn't discern. "Alright, let's do this!" Nao barked before leading the three of them towards the ship, of course there was others following either in front or behind them. Getting seated, the ride to Baler was rather quick and natural. A bit of turbulence on the way there but that was all smoothed out. When he stepped out, he grabbed a small sword and twirled it in his hands, he preferred the intimacy of a blade, it fitted him better than a gun, besides, he always found himself a bit disgusted with them.

By the time all of them had held a weapon, Myriad was standing absentmindedly beside some Hibiscus. He made no move to speak but when Alexandria and Nao popped up beside him, and their teacher had begun to share, his mind begin to flutter. Paranoia only accompany those that are experienced. Just as I thought, this guy is dangerous.

Holding up a bow, Alexandria smiled at Myriad. "I got your back, Myri."

Nao stomped his staff on to the ground and cried loudly. "Aye, aye, cap'n!" He shouted with a playful chuckle, though his heart showed his enthusiasm for the situation.

He believed the two of them were like friends, but even he felt some strain on his mind. It wasn't like being in the MPC guaranteed their safety. "Yea, and I got yours. Both of yours."

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

Nice post, Eyeris :) Love the shot you took at Myriad lol

Blood Lust: Eternal Night

"The blood, it falls from the ceilings, dripping onto the floor like raindrops."

Name: Shinku Izanagi

Family: The Izanagi family were the primordial vampires of the far-east. Their history like many other vampires were filled with blood-draining and savagery. In the beginning, they went without a name, just a small group of vampires that found a new hunting ground. However, the strongest of them all, a being that held an archaic charisma found meaning where chaos ruled. He often believed them to be greater beings but as decades would go by, he would waver and feel sympathy for the humans. His clan would prey on the humans for a set amount of years and then out of guilt, switch to livestock at the behest of the patriarch. This period of time was very vexing for the them, for it was during these months that the Izanagi found themselves reaching their limits and then shedding the blood of the innocent callously, like the monsters that they were.

It was several centuries later, when civilization had really started taking off had things begun to calm down. People were not so easily frightened and it became obvious that they held the majority. With the first patriarch long dead and the second taking the reigns, the Izanagi adapted to the situation. He ruled from the shadows, pulling the strings of the "emperors". Subtle movements, decrees that were to be followed by all vampires in Asia traveled silently on his whispers. Vampires were not to act radically, they were not to kill recklessly, and were not to be found out. Of course this was doing the time of farmers and wandering warriors, it was easy enough to not be caught and yet the paranoia still loomed.

Skip a few generations and the feudal era would become a corner stone for the Izanagi family, whose name and "apocalyptic" actions throughout history would become the structure for many legends and mythical gods. Unbeknownst to the populace, a grand scheme of string-pulling and threats would give the family control over most of Asia. A vast amount of vampires were under their control and as such, it was only natural that they rule unchallenged. However the laxness of the current head: Shinku Izanagi would lead their family into a grave situation, along with every vampire clan in Asia.

Unlike the other heads, he cared little for the political and humane views of the world. The surface did not pertain to him, so its wars and wretchedness flew over his head. But in his inattentiveness, the west had carried over into his territory and forced a insurmountable amount of changes. When he finally took the time to address the situation, it had all been irreparable. He would have to rebuild the kingdom that his primordial ancestor had created. With his actions sweeping across the vampire lines stretching throughout Asia, the vampires that still believed in the Izanagi family -and they were many- had sent their allegiance to him and readied themselves for whatever orders were to be given. Unlike others at the time, the Izanagi had always found themselves accustomed to war, siding with whichever would benefit them the most; their blades were never for hire but rarely ever used on each other.

Familial Political Support: Liberal

Appearance: Indifference is a steady expression that lays on his face. Porcelain white skin sets the tone for edgy dark eyes, a chilling combination that gives him a inhuman disposition towards the normal. While dark hair sits atop his angular and sharp features in slick curls, giving him a rather brutish appearance, its his six-foot-one height that usually intimidates others. His slim build, though muscular and athletic beneath his clothes, can only be described as ghastly menacing and predatory. His pouty pink lips is delectable in image and his ears a tad bit sharper than most.

True Age: 829 yrs old.

Blood Lust Affinity: Those that are capable of understanding him on a deeper level than others.

History: Born into nobility and raised to believe he was apart of a higher state of being, Shinku always carried a very dense air of supremacy. For decades his parents spent their time trying to lull a indifferent prince into caring for his duties but it was difficult to say the least. He walked around with ill-deserved confidence, often gorging himself on entire families throughout the 1100 and 1200s. It is in Edo(Tokyo), Japan that Shinku found himself prowling for victims and carelessly throwing around his weight. It was not until the death of his parents in the 1500's, upon causes that he didn't necessarily care for, did he take the throne. Advisers and such orchestrated his image but none was capable of budging him to lead.

A few attempted to see this as a chance to head the Izanagi but Shinku was very perceptive; despite his negligence to the world. He would often bide his time, waiting for the supposed traitor to make an appearance before mercilessly killing them. It was during his first century as head that he orchestrated the battles between feudal lords; unlike any other, Oda Nobunaga's life made him proud.He deemed it a fitting end for a dramatic story. He was absent for the prologue of Tokugawa Ieyasu's battle with western religion, but he remembers chuckling at the news. Religion was nothing but the ill-conceived thoughts of those that could not believe in themselves, or so he thought.

During the next few centuries, lost in his own machinations and pursuits, the vampire community became laxed and reckless. There was a small period during the Feudal Era that wicked demons had become hunted for sport. At the realization of this and the nagging of his advisers. Shinku stepped up and quickly put everything back in order. It seemed that a snake without its head was nothing but a defenseless body. Just before the wars started up again (world war I), he found himself delving back into his underground kingdom, ignorant of world's turmoil. When he was pulled out by the call of another, Shinku was surprised at the amount of change that had occurred in the world.

konnichiwa!

Thanks guys, I really appreciate the warm welcome :)

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

accidental double post.

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

"Nah, I'm done," Myriad let his hands fall into his lap, only turning around when he felt the playful push of a student behind him.

"Curious Myriad strikes again." uttered Nao with a chuckle before leaning back into his seat.

Stuffing his hand into the pockets of his pants, Myriad spoke in a hushed and playful tone. "Idiot, someone has to ask the important questions." His lingering smile faded as the teacher waited for questions from any other students. The light-blue haired youth doubted any one would have any; the Verts were occupying their thoughts, so it was only natural that a few groans filled the room at the man's stipulation.

The new teacher has seen death before, Myriad noted, the man's piercing eyes still imprinted on him. It was hard not to react to the intimidating glare. I wonder what exactly he's done. Eyes like those don't just appear from witnessing death, they come from being the cause of it. Returning to his complacency, Alexandria beside him with prying eyes that seemed to course around his features, Myriad simply stared off at the wall behind the teacher.

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

Sitting in the front row, Myriad had little trouble understanding the words and implications that the teacher was offering. He eye'd the amazing spectacle that he called a "vert" and even more so, couldn't wait to obtain one for himself. Alexandria, a brunette beside him with blue eyes nudged his shoulder in secret; when he turned towards her, she smiled and raised a thumbs up. He figured she saw the excitement on his face, so he responded with a small smile and thumbs up as well.

He directed his attention back towards the man before she did. Ascot as usual left him feeling irked -he hated the way his words implied violence- and this new guy had him feeling a bit uncomfortable. Teachers often tested their students and so far, every teacher he's had had discovered his hidden ability. It might be harder this time around, He told himself, worrying over the reaction of his peers. This teacher seems perceptive. If he outs me to the entire class, I'll be scrutinized. That's more work for me.

With that in mind, Myriad kept his pristine eyes on the man in front of him, his lips tightly closed as he asked for questions. He was determined not to ask any, even though he had so many swimming in his head. Perhaps, one wouldn't hurt, He convinced himself.

His pale hand rose up, its arms covered by a beige tunic that was loosely tied by the neck. "Real quick, I wanted to know how you plan on testing to see which way we learn? and is it possible to be a genius without tendencies from all three?" his lips quirked to the side a bit, a gentle frown twitching his youthful face."It seems a bit... discouraging is all."

A World of Progressive Magic: The Magical Peace Corps

"...I guess."

Name: Myriad Chrollo
Age: 18, Eighteen
Appearance: A youth with a gentle disposition, his short light blue hair falls around his face in clean bangs, accentuating his like-wised colored eyes with a pristine brilliance. Although unsure of his heritage, its thought that his birth is shrouded with magic, as no normal human could produce such a odd looking boy; its been proven that he has never dyed his hair. His aloof expression is a descriptive profile of his personality, usually displaying a gentle calm and unnerving amount of cool. He stands at 5'8" and with a athletically slim body from aquatic sports. He is usually very simple with his attire, though he pull just about anything off. At the moment, he is wearing a beige long-sleeve shirt, with black jeans, and black boots.

Personality: Aloof and gentle, it isn't hard for him to make friends. He doesn't talk a lot, finding it more meaningful to say the right words than too many words. Growing up away from other his age, has led to this lack of conversation skills, which in terms have somehow spawned a charismatic leaderesque youth. He is very open-minded, so he finds everyone to be on equal footing, even teachers and mentors. When he does speak, its usually some intellectual phrase that others would find snobbish or confusing. It makes him happy to be around others that can understand him, however, this in turn has made him opinionated to a fault. Though he is tender and kind, he finds himself being very shy and even quieter around females. He often nibbles on the middle of his index finger when upset or troubled.

Magical Powers/ Physical Abilities

• Schools: Timespace, Mentalism, Fate, Law



• Myriad's most notable trait and well-kept secret, is his ability to go intangible, a art that was innately present throughout his entire life. He's narrowly dodge death several times thanks to it. Its only known weakness is too him and very hard to discover in the midst of combat; he has a five second interval between activation and deactivation of this ability. Among this magic, he has learned others to keep it more tightly-hidden. Fate more or less, is the primary magic that he claims. He's train extensively in it and is commonly preferred as the lucky charm. Just his presence can change the sway of a large battlefield, and he's avoid several deaths and long-fought battles thanks to it. The bulk of his offensive magic forms from a combination of his Mentalism and Law. He combines the strength of his mind, which can only hint at certain things that he wants, and create elaborate weapons, cages, and other things. His Law school comes into effect when he uses its to make these suggestions and mental creations real. Weapons like regular swords and gun are easy to make but elaborate weapons that can shoot elemental attacks and deal elemental damage is more taxing. He has yet to reach the plateau and at best is considered dangerous due to his "mysterious" inability to be hurt.



• He is fairly experienced in hand-to-hand combat. More experienced with counter-attacks and kicks, he's considered to be a whirlwind of martial arts. His techniques doesn't belong to just one school of combat, so he's aptly categorized as a mixed martial artists.

Flaws: His flaws rest in his shyness and controversial magic. Its existence has been shadowed and cloaked by many and he's been told to kill anyone that finds out. This, however, is something that he finds hard to do. His campaign with the MPC has caused even more turmoil in his heart, leaving many to crowd around him even more. When in combat, he's hesitation could cause him trouble, so he keeps himself from the front-lines if possible. He has a chivalrous heart, and though he'll fight a woman, he is against ganging up against a worthy opponent. If his life isn't in danger, he'd never utilize his intangibility.

Bio: His past was wrought with despair and bloodshed, the very idea of a peaceful life was a myth to a younger Myriad. A very broken and untrue ideal, that if he could remember his former self, he would had spat on and crush underneath his boots. When he was younger, his parents had wished from a female heir to their noble family, a girl that could marry into a even richer family and take hold of its riches in a matriarchal manner. They believed this would, for they had planned this out for years. However, when Myriad was born, their plan was shatter and strewn about, scattered like a myriad of glass. Thus how he got his name.

For several years he grew-up alone, seemingly forgotten by his own parents. The maid and butlers were his caretakers and yet it seemed that they two were displeased with his existence. For six years, they dressed him up like a girl, parading him around town like a porcelain doll. He wasn't exactly sure why but it felt wrong to be dressed in a skirt and pigtails. When he reached the age of ten, his parents would turn his life into a circus.

Forced to be dressed like a girl, a rather "pretty" girl as his mother would say, meetings would be arranged for suitors. Males would walk around, measuring him up and down with scandalous eyes and hearts filled to the brim with lies. He was never told this but his parents were losing their fortune and now, was desperate for a way out. And everyone, including the maids and butlers were playing along with their farce. One night, a suitor had been chosen. A man, whose wealth were renowned and vast. He wanted a "night" with poor Myriad, to test the waters and of course his horrible parents agreed. He was thankful that upon finding out he was male, the man offered punches instead of a pounding. However, he couldn't help fill something crack that night, something indispensable.

When it got out that there daughter was actually a son, his parents' reputation fell even lower and they lost everything. Breaking under the stress, his mother traveled through the house and open fired on everyone. Maids and butlers were killed, his father riddled with metal. When it came time for his own demise, his mother looking at him with such hatred that it carved the image in his heart, Myriad could only wish for the one thing his heart longed for: and that was to be invisible. Before the authorities arrived, she had let loose several bullets but none had met their target.

Upon being rescued and rightfully identified as a male, it was noted that the boy had achieved a state of amnesia. He had forcibly forgotten everything and after investigations were done, it was decided that it was best to not reveal it to him. He was placed up for adoption where he was taken in by an American family. Both of his parents were employed by the Empire State University for Magi and Nonmagi. They were cold at first but gradually started to worry for him and such. When they found out about his intangibility they warned him to let no one know, for that magic was unique and rare. Later on, he found himself being trained by special operatives and eventually enlisted in the MPC. It was there that he hoped to find some semblance for his life.

konnichiwa!

Hey everyone.

I'm Renny and its nice to meet you all.