Rune_Alchemist

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Leotamer
Well, I'm unsure where Naswaru comes from, but Nasara is just the Hausa African word for 'Victory'. A machine translation so maybe not the best, but that's where I pulled her name from. I suppose I could change it, if it gets too troublesome though.

@Lord Zee
Assuming Nasara thinks too hard about anything aside from "I wanna whack it with my sword" is going to be giving her too much credit.

More seriously...I can't say she'd really think too much of it most of the time. Probably eager to fight those affected by it or something, maybe.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

Heyo, well here she is. I give you Egyptian Nordic Cat people. I'm still interested in possibly having her be made/created after the fear spire in which case think of this as things she'll work towards, haha. I do have an idea for that if it'd work the way I think it would, but I'm not sure. Mostly just posting this so I can get it outta the way.

If not, then I'll just toss her in the desert somewhere.

Now off to make an Iva post after some food.

The Lioness

Name:
Nasara, Maiden of Battle, Lioness of the Sands

Domain:
Combat

To put simply, its assumed Nasara was born the moment a human desired victory. Desired prowess to fight. For combat. To rebel against the powers that be. To make oneself strong to protect what one desires, or to lash out against another that they thought had wronged them. She is the embodiment of personal combat in all its forms. Swordsmanship, polearms, martial arts, if it exists she knows it. If it doesn't exist - that just means she has yet to pass on said teachings to a human.

Appearance:
Nasara is a surprisingly human figure, or perhaps it's unsurprising considering her domain is an incredibly physical one, and she is far more in tune with the physical world and humans than others of her kind. Aside from her feline traits, she's not very special physically speaking. She stands at an even six feet at rest, with dark colored skin, fierce red eyes and a tough, nimble and muscular body she is naturally physically strong without even trying.

Of course, this humanoid appearance is simply because she purposefully uses it in attempts to fit in better with mortals which she loves dearly. She can easily return to her more natural appearance at will, but usually only does so if angered or sufficiently excited by a fight or battle. Can shape shift into a number of smaller, cat forms at will.

Realm:

Fadar Sarakuna, Palace of Heroes

A vast desert, an Oasis and a shining bright palace where the honored dead of her people go to live eternally. Eat, feast, and drink all night and engage in other festivities whilst engaging in eternal combat all day. There is only one entrance of note, a large portal in the mountains on the edge of the desert guarded by the Guardian Sphinxes and the Mutuwa Jarumi - The Immortal Legion.

The Immortal Legion is aptly named for what it is. A collection of warriors and soldiers that live in the Palace, all given immortality of sorts. They are Nasara's personal guards, champions, and usually those she fights alongside the most. Their immortality isn't physical immortality, rather soul immortality. When a member of the legion dies, their body is destroyed and their soul returns to Fadar Sarakuna, where it is eventually remade and reborn unless the person decides they'd rather be free from service. Many eventually grow more tired than you'd expect - leaving the legions number usually no more than 100 strong. Even so, these warriors are impossibly skilled. Resilient, stamina, strength, and tactics above that of normal humans and often times carry a number of blessings from her themselves. They can however, be killed should someone interrupt this process. Perhaps a god, or some specialized creature that devours souls. She can summon members of the legion at will, but depending on the number it could put a great strain on her.

The landscape of the realm emulates a number of different landscapes found throughout the world. From desert, to a swamp, to mountains and frozen lands. This is an effort to ensure her warriors are always ready to be prepared to fight in any terrain, regardless of the weather and conditions.

Biography:
Nasara's attitude towards humans can be described as both arrogant and loving. As a god, she inherently thinks herself better than them. They are weak mortals to be protected and helped, taught, made sure that they don't go astray and fight for the betterment of everyone. Yet, even so, she still treats them as one would a family. A brother, sister, or even lover. Nasara absolutely adores mortals. She finds them fascinating, if only because she can never fully understand them.

When it comes to her general demeanor, one would immediately notice is that she's hardly ever seen wearing a frown. The jovial, friendly, Goddess hardly is ever down, sad, or upset over something. She takes everything in stride, and can easily be found laughing over most things. Even inconveniences or things that one might find bad. At all times, she keeps moving forwards, and never looks back to see where she has been. Amicable and friendly to even her foes, she only wants one thing, a good fight, and is only ever disappointed people behave less than they should. Hardly ever lashing out in anger or malice, and when she does, even then it's usually only in righteous fury.

The first into the fray, and the last out, Nasara welcomes conflict of any sort - though she doesn't seek it unless its a friendly sparring match.

As a young god, Nasara was created only after the mortals began fighting something, a desire to win and excel in fighting whether it be man, beast, or abomination. She has very few creations to her name and only a handful of people so far really openly worship her. These people, consist of a collection of humans and the Rissik, a race of humanoid felines.

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Misc:

Divine Powers

Ƙarfin matattu - Strength of the Fallen.
Nasara can grant warriors a boon of something with her divine powers. She doesn't do this often, as such a thing would be far too demanding, but those who do can often be assured a place in the Immortals. The boon can be anything from a physical strength, preternatural affinity for a weapon, or even a weapon itself created from her divine abilities. This obviously causes a bit of a drain on her divine abilities. However, this is both a curse, and a blessing for herself. As those warriors who are marked by a blessing of hers fall, the divine power stored in them returns to her, thus returning stamina and strength to her the more of her own followers are felled in battle.

Put that on my Tabula

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

As as a general note for everyone (Just in case I'm not just repeating myself in an amnesic loop and I really haven't mentioned this before) after the fear spiral event reaches it's terminus any new deities will be required to be born into the world from then onward. I can't have an endless supply of gods who just so happened to not be involved in all these world-changing events despite how they totally would have been involved if they were a thing the whole time.

@A Lowly Wretch

Now how exactly would this work, for curiosities sake? Basically just a rehash of the fear event? I may actually wait until then, since that may be an interesting thing to do/look forward too if its not going to be too incredibly difficult to work out.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio

Just bit

But hey, who knows

Maybe in the future at some point.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

(Is what I imagine a Chaotic Good God of Combat to be like sorta)

@Lmpkio

You are pretty accurate. Just add more desert and Egyptian theme to 'em and you pretty accurately got what I'ma go for.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

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Definitely lol he'd also love to get some more knowledge on how to improve his plagues.

My characters represent one for each stance. Hyperion is obviously good - Drakairos is more neutral - and Nerplaguis is the more chaotic individual. But definitely we need just a few more anyways.

@Lmpkio

As long as he's aware Iva's gonna also start making cures and stuff for his diseases, heh. Not that he'll know~

I think we only have like...three good ones. Gammaton, Hyperion, and perhaps Hayim. Iva is definitely on the Neutral side of things. Evil or Chaotic yet, I can't decide.

I might see if I can come up with any ideas for a more traditionally good god, but they may end up being a bit...chaotic. Heh. We could use a Chaotic Good. In fact...I have an Idea.

I shall make us a Chaotic Goddess of Honor and Combat or somethin'. Maybe not those specifically. But they'll be Chaotic Good whatever I do.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

"The Mad Scientist"

@Lmpkio

Iva wants a word with this guy. They need to get together and make stuff.

...come to think of it, the 'Good' gods are pretty few, aren't they? Might make a Goddess of Purity or something, but I'm pretty caught up in managing Iva's stuff.

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

Miren's pretty much done, I reckon.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@ERode@Crusader Lord@BrokenPromise@Card Captor

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Her first arrow struck, grazing Annabelle's side and cleanly cutting the girls flesh. Just a flesh wound, then. Tougher than she looked. Well, she couldn't let herself be distracted by it. She needed to clean up the mummies in the area so Amaryllis could safely deal with Annabelle. For the most part, her attacks seemed effective. Sword after sword was launched towards the mummies, impaling them upon the stadiums walls like a kebab, the abominations writhing and trying to free themselves to no avail.

The only thing that was distracting her, was Amaryllis herself.

"...good grief. That flowery language almost makes me want to shoot her instead." She smirked lightly to herself, stringing up another javelin, ready to launch a second strike on Annabelle - yet the moment the bow was fully drawn, she hesitated. Annabelle's visage was not one of a murderer. Not a cold grin. Not a smirk or some other...no, it was more of what one would have indeed expected from a child. As Amaryllis' blade cut Annabelle's arm, she could have finished the job right then and there - but she hesitated.

"...Tch." Rina lowered her bow. Soft. She was being soft, wasn't she? Yet, even if she wanted to ensure peace by killing monsters - what sort of human being would she be if she mercilessly slaughtered someone who didn't even understand what was happening? Someone ignorant of their own sins? Ignorance could be helped. Besides, it seemed like Annabelle was standing down. Subduing someone was the same as stopping the immediate problem, so she could at least afford this much.

Good thing, too. It looked like this place was becoming crowded. A magical...boy? That was new. Jumped out of the sky, into the middle of the field, a barrier around him. If another magical boy was showing up, then likely beacon wouldn't be far behind. She should leave before they show up. She didn't have much of a desire to stick around and involve herself with them, though perhaps that was short sighted. She could potentially help ask for information about the one who conducted the attack the other day. Rina lowered her bow, impaling the arrow she had made in the floor. She'd wait and watch what Amaryllis and this newcomer would do for now. Mercy, was what she chose today, and potentially maybe help this Annabelle-

Or not.

Floating...chairs? Somehow they had become unbolted from the stadium's floor. Quickly readying her bow again, Rina narrowed her eyes, not going near the edge of the roof. For that, seemed like an obvious trap. Instead, she put more distance from the edge of the roof, moving more towards the back. She had no desire to engage in a probable melee alone.

"Figures. Sympathy and mercy are something I shouldn't waste my time with. Come out! Or continue hiding. I'll just kill you from back here." Whoever or whatever was hiding, better hope they had a hard head as soon as they revealed themselves because they'd be getting a javelin to the face. She should have expected Annabelle wouldn't have acted alone. Sloppy, Rina. She needed to be better than this.

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"I don't even need to do anything these days to cause a distraction!" Chloe laughed, floating above the city, idly watching the stadium in the distance. Ah, Penrose was so much more chaotically violent these days, wasn't it? So pleasing, to both her and the dragon. Well, if the Dragon was capable of even being pleased nowadays. He was already half dead anyways. Poor thing. Oh well. Ignoring the events elsewhere in the city, Chloe turned her attention back to the Hospital. Ah, this was so very easy. Able to move around without being noticed by anyone was nice! She didn't even have to cause the distractions herself this time. "Now lets see..." Taking a moment to scan the hospital, it didn't take long to find both the floor and the room that her 'new friend' was in.

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"Ahhh...why do I have to be cooped up in this hospital." Aurora Mackenzie. Normal human and otherwise kind of a good-hearted ditz. Recent victim of some weird gas explosion. "ARGH I can't stand it I wanna go out and do stuff but noooo!" She pouted, folding her arms across her chest before wincing slightly. "Ow...ow...right. Injured." Aurora sighed, reaching for a fashion magazine and flipping it open. Well, at least she could still do something. She'd have to go and take Mary shopping at some point! She was already getting a bunch of fun ideas she'd like to try. "Don't worry Mary, I'll help you get a date with Cole yet! Wingman Aurora shall not let my best friend down, not even after being nearly killed, haha! Ow-laughing hurts..."

Knock knock

"Eh?" Someone was knocking on her door? Who was coming to visit her? The doctors didn't seem to mind just barging in every now and then, and the police hadn't been to see her since she woke from the explosion.

Knock knock

"...uhm..." The sound was coming...from the window? Was it bird? Aurora looked over to the window. "...GYAAA?!" A most ungirly scream erupted from her lips as she scrambled backwards, falling off the bed in the process. A girl, dressed like some sort of weird sexy cosplayer was floating outside of the building. Ah, this was a hallucination right? Had to be! She was high or something from medication, right!? Peeking over the edge of the bed, the girl floating outside seemed to notice her. She made swift motion with her hands towards the window.

"Uhm...wow how are you doing that...you want me to open it? Is that right?" Aurora pointed back to the lock on the window, to which the girl nodded happily. Well this didn't seem shady or suspect at all, nope! Aurora walked over, opening the window and looking up at the floating girl.

"Ahaha, wow, I didn't actually think you'd do it. It's no fun if you're not at least a little suspicious."

"Well, like, you're just a hallucination right? A really fashionable looking hallucination that Mary could take pointers from."

"Hallucination...?" Chloe smirked before bursting out into laughter, flying through the window and landing lightly on the floor of the room. "I can assure you, my little pretty Aurora, I am no hallucination." Chloe relaxed, lightly giggling. "Ah, the last time I did this was quite awhile ago. Question, Aurora...do you want to be a magical girl?"

"..eh?"

"You heard me."

"Magical...girl?" Aurora paused, giving Chloe a critical look as she seemed to have difficulty processing those words. "For real? Like a really real magical girl? You're kidding right? That stuff doesn't exist."

"And that, my dear, is where you're wrong." Chloe sighed, shaking her head before hopping onto the bed and taking a seat on it. "Such a grand, false...disgusting lie. Mortals can't seem to remember magical happenings. Shame, really. Such things should be open for everyone to use. If I were to tell you it wasn't a gas attack, but a terror attack by a certain sexy - if unscrupulous magical girl?"

"Uhm...you're saying a lot of weird stuff that makes my head hurt. Like, and it was a gas explosion right? A lot of people got hurt."

"Okay, ditz, I'll dumb it down for you a bit." Chloe replied a bit harshly. "Do you have anyone you want to save? Anyone you like? Someone you'd...I don't know, want to protect? Of course you do. All humans do. I can give you the power to do that, and if you help me, you can make a world where no one has to worry about such things again."

"...sorry, head just hurts more."

"Look, stupid." Chloe was losing her patience a bit. "You wanna be a hero? Change the world? I can make it so you can."

"Uhm uhm, I dunno this is all really sudden..."

"...you get to wear a pretty dress. _Probably." At this, Aurora's eyes perked up.

"Ah! Y'mean like all those flowery ones in those anime and stuff?" Chloe nodded. "I'll do it!"

"Great, now hold still."

"...E-eh?" Blood. Blood filled her mouth, a sharp pain feeling like it was wrenching her chest open.

"It'll hurt only for a moment. Don't try and fight it. You might die."

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Woop, sorry for the slight delay on that. Was pretty tired yesterday but there ya go.