Rune_Alchemist

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The Truth Revealed (Working Title)

@Marshall

ETA on an OOC or something?

I dun want this to quietly fade into nothing.

_{I haven't even had the chance for Lia to walk around with her head cut off...tsk.}

Botanist And Bards

~Charlotte LaChance~

---

Charlotte was a bit relieved. She thought Cait might indeed, decide to leave after hearing her answer to that question. Not that she would have minded in the end - she did enjoy her solitude after all, but it was always nice to at least have someone around to talk too occasionally. Not that she'd ever admit that to anyone. Besides, she had just learned another interesting fact about Cait. Apparently her people didn't have canines. Hum, that would explain the whole meat problem. It wasn't a cultural thing, it was likely her people were simply completely herbivorous on some level. Curious. A few erm, experiments came to mind that she'd like to do, but she shoved them out of her head.

Why did her mind have to wonder so sometimes? She blamed the hair-smoke.

"Obviously." She crossed her arms, huffing in slight annoyance, though she didn't seem to mind Cait's touch too much as previously. "I don't just go around killing everything for giggles." Though, at times she did have a habit of taking more than she needed simply for...insurance and experimental purposes. the last bit about talking with them though made her frown a bit. That wasn't something she was too keen on doing, as reasonable of a request it was. She shouldn't let her own personal...hesitations get in the way of something after all. She doubted anything would happen in her somewhat muddled state.

"I suppose I could, though...I would prefer keeping a healthy distance if you don't mind." Charlotte replied. "It would be...difficult if I were to start making friends with all of them. Just..." Charlotte looked to the ground in hesitation for a few seconds before managing to continue, as if struggling with an unpleasant memory or two. "Mind-altering substances and I have a rather unpleasant history. I would prefer to keep such things to a minimum." Now that that was out of a way, Charlotte hummed quietly. She still had a question, or at least, something she wanted to do tonight even if a little.

"...You say the landscape changes around here. It might seem like a silly question, but is there a place that is relatively high enough to have a good view of the stars?"

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@Pyromania99

Who needs to be motivated to post now? ;P

Magic Apprentices

Viola Rifei

Name:
Viola Rifei

Age:
16

Appearance:
Standing at four foot six and barely over 80lbs, and usually sporting a slightly mischievous, somewhat knowing seeming smirk, Viola is definitely not what one would call physically impressive. Slender, and lacking any sort of definite muscle. Her skin is free of any blemishes and markings of any kind. Her eyes are a dull grey color and sports black colored hair that falls well past her shoulders.

Clothing wise, she is a fan of rather complicated and somewhat eccentric and expensive dresses, preferring darker colors such as black, purple, and dark blue. Her current choice of attire is a black dress, with white accents and red bows that falls to her waist where it meets a pair of black stockings and dress shoes. Why she chose to wear those instead of something more suiting is anyone guess. Some assume she's simply the child of a wealthy family and takes very good care of herself and is quite the pampered little brat, and doesn't know any better. She comments she simply likes the style.

Talent:
Summoning, the art of summoning mythical creatures to temporarily aid one.
Contracts, the art of binding a mythical beast to the will of the user and gaining temporary access to its abilities.

Grimoire Appearance:

Grimoire

Viola's Grimoire is made of exquisite black leather, and is small enough to fit in her pocket. The spine has silver studs adorning it, and is clasped shut with silver locks. Embedded in the center of the book is an onyx gemstone. The book smells of aged leather and paper, and has a hint of age to the covers.

First Spells:

Art of Summoning:
Summon Wind Sprite: "I call thee, Spirit of wind. Answer my summons..."
A simple spell. Summons a small fairy that can manipulate air currents and winds. Not too powerful at all, but everyone has to start somewhere. The wind sprite moves of its own accord, carrying out its orders as it sees fit. Incantation may change depending on creature summoned, and may not always be entirely loyal to the summoner.

Art of Contracts:
Viola is able to effectively bind certain creatures to her will. Some more easily than others, depending on certain characteristics they possess.

Affinity: Faerie Lore
Things that are typically considered to be of a family of Fae. Faeries, pixies, and those residents of the Fae Courts. She is able to communicate with them on some beginner level and press them into her service unless they require specific requirements to 'tame'.

Affinity: Incorporeal Beings
Ghost-like entities that may not entirely possess corporeal form. Ghosts, harmless poltergeists, and those creatures with an affinity for not strictly 'living'. Not necromancy, really, as she's not raising anything. Simply giving what is already existing a little more...direction. She is able to communicate with them in some manner.

There is a limit to how many she can control at a time, of course, and looking after many creatures might get a bit...exhausting. Once contracted, they are bound to the Grimoire and its owner. The mage is then capable of using their power at their leisure.

Personality:
Viola...definitely does not behave the way her appearance might suggest. At first impression, she'd come off as incredibly formal and polite. Talk with her long enough though, and you'll find a somewhat self-centered, cynical, mischievous, somewhat playfully aggressive little girl who has a rather large seeming ego. However, this is just her attempting to be 'cute' or 'cheeky'. Truthfully, she doesn't take her own words to heart, and would never consider herself better than anyone.

Truthfully, she is fairly friendly and likes meeting people and being around people, and also simply likes watching them for...entertainment purposes. She'll be the first to say hello to someone, the first to speak up or attempt to diffuse a hostile situation and otherwise try and make light of things.

Another thing to note, would be an insatiable curiosity about anything and everything. History, technology...everything. While her physical skills are lacking, her academic studies and focus on such things will likely help greatly in the pursuit of magic.

However, like with everyone, she does have her own vices and sins. Hers, is curiosity and a lust and love of all knowledge, and her rather cynical and logical outlook on life and people, despite her seeming playfulness. She, would do anything for the sake of knowledge, and her curiosity drives her to meddle in quite a number of affairs, especially ones that offer the most entertainment value. For the most part, they are likely to be harmless...but perhaps, it could get everyone into trouble one day. Above all though, her desire is simple: Power.

History:
Viola's past isn't that remarkable, really. Born as the sole child to a middle class family in France. Utterly normal. Nothing to complain about. Nothing at all. She went to a normal school. Had normal friends, a normal life. It was a good life, really. Loving parents, friends, family. Even so, Viola herself couldn't help but to feel...well, nothing. Utter boredom, really. She spent her days reading books, studying, looking up myths, legends, and other such things on the internet. She even went to a witch coven once just for the lulz to see how it was. Aside from being completely disappointed, she didn't achieve anything nor alleviate her boredom.

Her life continued this way until she was around fifteen.

Now, she had always had a healthy bit of skepticism about supernatural things. But one night after taking a walk through town she stumbled across something that shouldn't be. A small hint of something otherworldly. For the first time in her life, Viola felt excited. Like a gaping hole in her heart had been filled and had been replaced by one thing: A burning desire. Without a word to her parents or friends, she left, taking as much money as she could and following these scant clues until she stumbled across a run down shop, where the clues seemed to be leading her...

Other:
N/A

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@KimmiNinja

Good luck with that with Kat. She'll not give two shits about Bella and her standards xD

@WindsOfFate

Kat'll at least be friendly enough to everyone in her usual way. She'll have no end to her snark and sarcasm of course, but for the most part she'll be pretty chill with most people as long as they don't fuck something up majorly.

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Kat

"Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna shove this gun where the sun don't shine, and fill ya full of holes. Then I'm gonna go over to the bar, get a drink, and use your body as a dart board. Capisce?"

Name:
Katherine Sinclair

Alias:
N/A
Kat does fine. She's just the muscle, don't need nor particularly want a special title. Some like to call her 'Aegis', though she's not quite sure who started that. If she finds 'em, she's gonna beat the shit out of 'em.

Age:
24

Appearance:
Short blond hair, typically cut to fall just to her shoulders, and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky, somewhat hostile demeanor doesn't help either. Aside from that, Kat has fairly obvious muscles that could likely put a few men to shame and cause them to question their own masculinity.

As far as clothing goes, She is a fan of simple attire. In her every day environment, Kat prefers easy to move in pants with sturdy boots and an airy, light shirt that can breathe easily. When on the job, her attire typically varies depending on the situation. It can go from classy clothing, to something a bit more indicative of subterfuge. Whatever gets the job done. She can often be seen smoking a cigarette, or drinking the strongest alcohol she can get her hands on.

Position:
Soldier/Hitman

Specialty:
Fighting/'taking care of problems.'

Personality:
Violent, has a bit of an anger problem, and prefers solving things with her guns rather than peaceful solutions. She's far from what one might expect of a woman in this day and age.

Despite her anger and tendency to shoot first and ask later, Kat is usually pretty friendly. To her comrades and people she works with, she's fairly amicable, though she's definitely a bit of a sarcastic jackass. Anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. If someone has a problem with that, they can talk to either her boot or the end of her gun. Despite her rather violent and snarky behavior, mistaking her for a simple minded brute would be asking to get killed. While she isn't exactly book smarts, one doesn't live on the street as long as she has and not get clever or creative.

She is also incredibly loyal to anyone she works for. She says she'll do something, she'll do it or she'll die trying.

History:
Kat doesn't like talking much about her past. Not that its anything particularly special. She's always been a bit of a bad seed - growing up on the streets because her family was poor didn't exactly help either. She never really had much of a chance to excel or behave like a normal kid should. Not that she ever particularly cared. She had her own little gang of misfits she ran with from the time she was fifteen until she was eighteen and got up to plenty of trouble. Pissing of the cops just because she could, was one of her favorite pastimes. Vandalism, breaking and entering, and a whole slew of other misdemeanors until she turned eighteen.

It wasn't much of a surprise she ended up on the wrong side of the law afterwards either. She just got smarter about it. Jail wasn't fun. She grew up around some shady people, and asked if they had any 'work' for her of the not so glamorous kind. Calling in a favor from a friend was easy enough, and after he asked around a bit he found someone willing to give her a bit of a job. Someone had been rattin' on the family to the police, and the Godfather wanted him 'taken' care of and made an example of.

Arguably, it was a difficult request. The guy had police protection and everything, and she was just one slightly more than average skilled street urchin who had a hobby of working out and kicking people if they pissed her off. Really, she should have died - she took a bullet to the head from the guy after she took care of his police detail.

Yet, she didn't. The bullet bounced off some unseen barrier in front of her. She had no idea what happened at the time, but she didn't waste the chance to make an example of the guy like the boss wanted. She came back to a job well done and a hefty sum of money waiting for her. After that, she got a steady stream of work from them whenever they needed someone with muscle or to take care of something. She's been fascinated with this little ability of hers, and has been working on flexing the proverbial muscle for it wherever she gets the chance.

Power:
To put simply, Kat generates a localized force-field around herself. This field, forcefully rejects any sort of foreign matter that tries to get in. Basically, she's always covered in what we might call a 'shield'. Bullets bounce off, punches are halted in their tracks...she's called 'Aegis' by some for a reason. This semi-permeable field is around her at almost all times, and she has limited control over the size of it, and using her as a center she can extend it to about roughly five yards away from her in all directions. The strength of it, of course decreasing the larger it is.

Usually, though, she simply keeps the field on a more personal level - typically around herself. As it is semi-permeable to an extent, she can somewhat choose what passes through this field and what doesn't. Solid and liquids are halted typically with some difficulty, but gasses go right through it.

The field, of course, is far from impenetrable. The field can roughly withstand the same force as your average brick wall. A sufficiently high-powered gun could easily punch through it. Likewise, prolonged exposure to any continuous sort of damage has visible effects on Kats physical state. At worst, it could lead to a deadly brain hemorrhage. Strength can vary somewhat, depending on how much focus she puts into it.

Can be used somewhat offensively, as she can 'punch' something without hurting herself, since her body is covered in a durable thin layer of armor. Likewise, she can use the it to lift weight a bit outside the normal human realm rather easily, though it puts a great strain on her abilities and at most she could stop/lift roughly 250lbs~ of force.

She assumes she could theoretically get better with time and practice.

Extra:
- Likes Mexican and spicy, exotic foods.
- Has been at least somewhat trained in close quarters combat.
- Can reasonably well do some breaking and entering.

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@GingerBoi123

Howdy

I suppose I'll be willing to give this another shot. Here's da old CS.

Kat

"Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna shove this gun where the sun don't shine, and fill ya full of holes. Then I'm gonna go over to the bar, get a drink, and use your body as a dart board. Capisce?"

Name:
Katherine Sinclair

Alias:
N/A
Kat does fine. She's just the muscle, don't need nor particularly want a special title. Some like to call her 'Aegis', though she's not quite sure who started that. If she finds 'em, she's gonna beat the shit out of 'em.

Age:
24

Appearance:
Short blond hair, typically cut to fall just to her shoulders, and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky, somewhat hostile demeanor doesn't help either. Aside from that, Kat has fairly obvious muscles that could likely put a few men to shame and cause them to question their own masculinity.

As far as clothing goes, She is a fan of simple attire. In her every day environment, Kat prefers easy to move in pants with sturdy boots and an airy, light shirt that can breathe easily. When on the job, her attire typically varies depending on the situation. It can go from classy clothing, to something a bit more indicative of subterfuge. Whatever gets the job done. She can often be seen smoking a cigarette, or drinking the strongest alcohol she can get her hands on.

Position:
Soldier/Hitman

Specialty:
Fighting/'taking care of problems.'

Personality:
Violent, has a bit of an anger problem, and prefers solving things with her guns rather than peaceful solutions. She's far from what one might expect of a woman in this day and age.

Despite her anger and tendency to shoot first and ask later, Kat is usually pretty friendly. To her comrades and people she works with, she's fairly amicable, though she's definitely a bit of a sarcastic jackass. Anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. If someone has a problem with that, they can talk to either her boot or the end of her gun. Despite her rather violent and snarky behavior, mistaking her for a simple minded brute would be asking to get killed. While she isn't exactly book smarts, one doesn't live on the street as long as she has and not get clever or creative.

She is also incredibly loyal to anyone she works for. She says she'll do something, she'll do it or she'll die trying.

History:
Kat doesn't like talking much about her past. Not that its anything particularly special. She's always been a bit of a bad seed - growing up on the streets because her family was poor didn't exactly help either. She never really had much of a chance to excel or behave like a normal kid should. Not that she ever particularly cared. She had her own little gang of misfits she ran with from the time she was fifteen until she was eighteen and got up to plenty of trouble. Pissing of the cops just because she could, was one of her favorite pastimes. Vandalism, breaking and entering, and a whole slew of other misdemeanors until she turned eighteen.

It wasn't much of a surprise she ended up on the wrong side of the law afterwards either. She just got smarter about it. Jail wasn't fun. She grew up around some shady people, and asked if they had any 'work' for her of the not so glamorous kind. Calling in a favor from a friend was easy enough, and after he asked around a bit he found someone willing to give her a bit of a job. Someone had been rattin' on the family to the police, and the Godfather wanted him 'taken' care of and made an example of.

Arguably, it was a difficult request. The guy had police protection and everything, and she was just one slightly more than average skilled street urchin who had a hobby of working out and kicking people if they pissed her off. Really, she should have died - she took a bullet to the head from the guy after she took care of his police detail.

Yet, she didn't. The bullet bounced off some unseen barrier in front of her. She had no idea what happened at the time, but she didn't waste the chance to make an example of the guy like the boss wanted. She came back to a job well done and a hefty sum of money waiting for her. After that, she got a steady stream of work from them whenever they needed someone with muscle or to take care of something. She's been fascinated with this little ability of hers, and has been working on flexing the proverbial muscle for it wherever she gets the chance.

Power:
To put simply, Kat generates a localized force-field around herself. This field, forcefully rejects any sort of foreign matter that tries to get in. Basically, she's always covered in what we might call a 'shield'. Bullets bounce off, punches are halted in their tracks...she's called 'Aegis' by some for a reason. This semi-permeable field is around her at almost all times, and she has limited control over the size of it, and using her as a center she can extend it to about roughly five yards away from her in all directions. The strength of it, of course decreasing the larger it is.

Usually, though, she simply keeps the field on a more personal level - typically around herself. As it is semi-permeable to an extent, she can somewhat choose what passes through this field and what doesn't. Solid and liquids are halted typically with some difficulty, but gasses go right through it.

The field, of course, is far from impenetrable. The field can roughly withstand the same force as your average brick wall. A sufficiently high-powered gun could easily punch through it. Likewise, prolonged exposure to any continuous sort of damage has visible effects on Kats physical state. At worst, it could lead to a deadly brain hemorrhage. Strength can vary somewhat, depending on how much focus she puts into it.

Can be used somewhat offensively, as she can 'punch' something without hurting herself, since her body is covered in a durable thin layer of armor. Likewise, she can use the it to lift weight a bit outside the normal human realm rather easily, though it puts a great strain on her abilities and at most she could stop/lift roughly 250lbs~ of force.

She assumes she could theoretically get better with time and practice.

Extra:
- Likes Mexican and spicy, exotic foods.
- Has been at least somewhat trained in close quarters combat.
- Can reasonably well do some breaking and entering.

Botanist And Bards

~Charlotte LaChance~

---

"...difficult question, Cait." Charlotte replied. "On one hand, if they do indeed hold intelligence the same as humans, then why should we treat them any differently than a human?" That was the logical conclusion, at least. After all, just because someone looked different didn't mean they weren't inherently worse or different than you were. Granted, she always had problem with her attitude, but that was reserved for pretty much everyone since well, she objectively disliked most people. There was, however, a slight problem. Her craft, alchemy, inherently called for the parts of animals. Hearts, eyes, tongues...they even had to be relatively fresh or the effects of the potions could suffer.

"On the other hand," Charlotte frowned, turning her head to the side as she started talking. "My craft, alchemy, can not be done without the hunting of them. Essentially, it is the art of taking something from one thing, and turning it into something else. To put simply, breaking things down into their base essence and making something else from it. At least, that is the form of it I am most familiar with." She had read tales of other forms of it, though, and that was one of the reasons she was out here.

"I hunted that rabbit earlier for two reasons. Food, and for reagents. Certainly, I am more skilled with turning plants into useful potions and a good number of potions can be made with simply those, but an even wider number calls for items from both flora and fauna. If I were to suddenly stop, then I wouldn't be able to make a number of healing salves, things to enhance a humans natural abilities, items to defend myself with...things such as those." She looked back up at Cait. "And that is not something I can do. I have things I want...need to do, and I can't just stop using it." Should she explain? The chances of Cait understanding if she tried to explain were almost zero. Or at least, it'd require a length explanation she didn't entirely want to go through.

"...Someone asked me to become the best alchemist in the world for them." Charlotte said rather quietly. "And they are not someone I intend to disappoint or let down." She shook her head. Would she still want her to, even after she found out about this whole talking to animal business? Charlotte had no clue. She would probably spend entire days talking to the animals if she was here. "I am simply conflicted. If I stop, then I can't complete that goal. If I do, then what does that make me? A murderer? I suppose I could just ask for their recently deceased. Though the reagents need to be fresh. As in, preferably within half an hour of dying or else the reagents may not work as strongly or as well as they were intended too."

Sandbox, GMed worlds, anyone? (Four possible rp worlds inside!)

Did

Someone mention Lovecraft?

Oh man, I am always a sucker for a good 'Ol victorian-esque setting. I would be interested in seeing some more information.

Alternatively, I would be a bit interested in the fantasy one. Can never go wrong with a good fantasy setting that's done right.