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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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4 yrs ago
Migraines ew
4 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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5 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
"Hmm...no idea!" Alfy replied with a grin. "I wanna go up to the mountain and see if I can find some shinies, but that's a lot of walking." The small human hefted her hammer over her shoulder again. "I still haven't explored the areas around town much since I've only been here a few days. Like uhh..." Alfy paused, frowning lightly as she tried to think of a specific area, only to end up failing. "...heh, I'll wing it! I might find some shiny stuff. Bye Kaze!~" Alfy grinned, swiftly turned on her heels, exiting the shop. "I'll bring ya back something shiny!~"
"Haaa, you know Poly." Viola said with a sigh, taking the lollipop. "How can one better themselves without a little bit of danger, hmm? But I'll accept this sweet as suitable bribery to keep me occupied." Sticking the sweet into her mouth, Viola relaxed. The sugary treat tasted vaguely of blueberries. Hmm, a mildly nostalgic scent. Reminded her of the forest back home. Viola chuckled lightly at the thought - ah, she did miss home a bit, didn't she? Oh well.
"But I can't make any promises for next week." Viola giggled, deciding the jig for the most part, was up as she glanced back up at the Treant. "Hey hey, I'm a lady. Be a little more delicate, huh? Let me ride on your shoulder or something if we're gonna be talking."
Old Mill Hideout, Suttlings Basin Death count: 1 Reset Count: 4 @BrokenPromise
Chieko frowned. Even if she didn't request their presence, Fritzi would probably sent them to watch her for any sign of treachery anyways. Still...she was willing to let her go off on her own. Carelessness or confidence? From what little she gathered of Fritzi in their short time together, she could reasonably guess the former.
"...I see." Chieko replied coolly, not taking her gaze off of Fritzi. So this was like...identification of sorts. Allowing one to become one of the most important people in the country. No doubt Fritzi wanted it for herself - and nothing good could come from that, but she wasn't in any position right now to argue. Closing her eyes and inhaling, Chieko placed a hand on the illustration. "...very well. I can find it, barring any interference." How she was going to? She hadn't a clue. If it was something as important as it seemed, she doubted it would be laying around anywhere.
"I'd say don't bother sending anyone." Chieko replied with a grunt. "But I doubt you'd let me go off without any sort of surveillance anyways." Turning back to look at Fritzi, Chieko folded her arms. "Is that it? Or do you have some other underhanded business you'd like me to do?"
"Wahaha, nothing in particular my avian friend." Mie replied with an impish smile. Swiftly moving to Eiko's side, she threw an arm around the girls shoulder. "I'm just a traveling merchant and I couldn't help but notice how adorable you looked in those clothes - and I was perhaps wondering if you could help me with something." Mie began gently nudging the bird towards her cart and her other wares. "I have a few dresses straight from Kararagi that need to be fitted and I think you'd be perfect for it." She seemed to be telling the truth - a few articles of foreign looking clothing seemed to be on display, though a few had been shoved to the back.
She couldn't hear, and her sword was feeling incredibly heavy. But that was fine. The weight of her bow had always been heavy, a little more wouldn't stop her. As long as she didn't get hit with any more, it would be fine. It seemed as though however, she needed to change targets - fine, she would take out this Regina then. She probably thought she was a melee user, attempting to keep her at range judging from how she was shadow stepping. Hmph. Never assume your opponents abilities are always obvious.
Ignoring the pain in her shoulder and thigh, Rina leaped over a third arrow, narrowly avoiding it. Smirking confidently, in the few seconds she was in the air she knocked one of her arrows, firing it at Regina's position, attempting to predict where her shadow stepping would take her.
Upon landing, Rina spun, focusing on dodge tactics for now.
"Ouch, rejection hurts." Chloe smirked. "I don't know who this Elroy is, but with a name like that he's probably trash-" Before Chloe could finish the thought, the other girl in the vicinity leaped into the air - whatever she was planning on doing was going to be massive, but she didn't have time to contemplate that. Divina leaped backwards, a row of pitch black monoliths rising around them and the girl disappeared, not even her Third Eye able to seemingly find her.
It was then a third girl that had showed up did something quite annoying. With a monstrous transformation, she leaped into the air with a high pitched roar. Chloe winced, holding the side of one of her ears, though otherwise didn't seem too bothered by it.
"I dunno who she is, but that girl really needs to work on her bedroom voice," Chloe smirked as Divina was attacked by the monstrous girl. "But I guess you're quite the heart breaker huh? - but that's okay." The Dark Magical girl held her orb in front of her. "I'll set you straight. Just don't blame me for a little rough loving, hmm?~" Chloe would remain at a distance for now, and would instead focus on destroying those pillars while those other two focused on the girl herself.
Deftly avoid a laser, Chloe focused more magic into her orb, channeling the magic into powerful beam and swinging it in a horizontal fashion. A pack of vicious dog spirits had gathered near Divina, waiting to sink their teeth into her.
Isobel would def be in the Skirmishers & Military club.
Livia...well, she'd probably try to stay out of clubs in favor of self-studies, but would end up getting dragged into everything by her sister. She might go for the Alchemy club though.
Currently in the middle of moving and I may lose internet access since my new apartment don't have it set up quite yet, but I'll get back to you after then. Hopefully shouldn't be longer than a week at most.
Also just a heads up - I'll be moving like, tuesday and the apartment I'll be going to doesn't have internet set up quite yet, so I might not be around for the rest of the week.
Name | Isobel Mulryan Age | 17 Gender | Female Level/Tier | Virtuoso, Tier 1 House | Dracona Appearance/Attire | Standing at just five foot five, a bit taller for her age than most, and with dark colored skin, blond hair and red eyes indicative of the Mulryan house, and a muscular build that would give most men a pause, Isobel gives off the impression of a rather serious sort upon first impression. Dressed in fine clothing, a generally well kept appearance, Isobel is easily identified as a person of high class birth. Something she herself, has only a mild problem with - the amount of time it takes to redo it after a hard day of 'playing'.
She normally dresses in light, easy to move in but expensive clothing mixed with some pieces of armor.
Alignment | Maverik
Personality/Habits | One wouldn't mark Isobel as a member of House Dracona upon first meeting her. Indeed, she'd probably fit in better with House Bestia more than anything. Brash, loud, a bit on the rude side sometimes, and always in favor of a good brawl. Isobel tends to attack first and ask questions later which can lead her to no end of troubles and shenanigans.
She is generally a kind sort, though somewhat of a bully, especially on those who talk or think too much. 'Nerds' 'Dorks' and maybe a physical whacking or two are what they are in for around her. She spends most of her days training with a sword, doing physical activities, forgetting about class, and playing with her summons.
Background | Isobel is from the prestigious Mulryan family. A wealthy, extremely old family that traces its roots all the way back for centuries - and they even claim they are the descendants of a very old, very powerful storm drake who had the ability to command the wind and thunderstorms itself. This claim can't be verified in this day and age, but they proudly stick to their beliefs that they possess some of the ancient dragons blood. They claim their red eyes and blond hair and affinity for dragons is indicative of their claims.
Growing up in this environment was a bit of a struggle for Isobel, if only because being a noble wasn't something she was suited for naturally. Rather than a prideful calm and collected attitude most of the family possessed, she was more rambunctious. Played hard, took to the sword early in her childhood, which while expected, she was far more into it than anyone in the family had ever been. Some rumors in the house said she was an ill-omen, whilst others said she was going to be the next paragon of the house.
Either way, Isobel had a fairly comfortable life growing up, and was quick to attend L'Mordryn, where unfortunately, she wasn't exactly the best in a structured learning environment. Mediocre grades, just barely enough to pass, and often ended up skipping class for fun times.
Favorite Summons |
A small cat-sized pygmy drake that things he's the prettiest thing on four legs.
Ciervia is a small pygmy drake with an elemental affinity for ice. Covered entirely in fur, with feather like ridges along his back, he's a pretty little thing and likes to show off. Really though, he just a bit of a softie and goofball and was Isobel's first summons, so she keeps him around despite his minimal combat potential. That said, it'd be best not to underestimate this guy, as he's still a dragon, even if a small one. Always curled around Isobel's shoulders.
A land drake, roughly the size of a horse and Isobel's second summons. A hulking beast of a land dragon that is built more for power and stamina than agility. While he boasts no abilities other than his impressive strength, steel-hard scales, he's Isobel's first line of defense and she often rides him around campus.
A bit like a puppy, always wanting pets and treats and tends to think he's a lot smaller than he really is.
Isobels' third and final summons so far. A Wyvern by the name of Rutul. A vicious beast of a creature that is prideful as he is utterly savage. With fiery breath and talons, Isobel doesn't use him that much, but when she does you know she's serious about beating her opponent in whatever fight they're in. The beasts intelligence is questionable, but he at least listens to Isobel most of the time. Has a powerful ability to breathe terrible blasts of fire from his maw.
"Wyverns are wily creatures... For the most part. These volcanic tyrants however, traded that in for pure aggression. The regional language call this specific species "Marsus," named after an old war god of the area, are a mountainous... Well, hardly even mountains. Volcanoes and other heat rich areas. They prefer those environments for hopefully obvious reasons as you will read. Overall, one can describe them as hot-heads and vicious. Carnivores of the least particular kind. If they kill a creature, it's more than likely they'll devour what is there, bones in all.
Aside from their aggressive nature, they are known for spouting jets of fire. Many assume that it is the work of magic, though I believe that it is the product of a pouch in their neck that can set on like the gas spout that keeps a hot air balloon hot. I also assume that in their natural environment is the material that allows them to use their flame breath, if they don't just naturally produce it in their body. That said, that much is speculation on my part and possibly not the whole truth.
One truth, is that normally, the males are more aggressive but in mating season it's not the males but the females that dominate. They choose the males they want and the males have no choice in the matter. After a couple of years however, the males that have suppressed desires unfulfilled try to assert dominance but end up regretting it in the long run, though this case is far and few between. Mating Season however is not long and the tables reverse not too long after. That said dear reader, do not find yourself coming towards a nest of these wyverns least of all in mating season or you may be some wyvern's meal.
A last thing of note as well, even with the amount of aggression they have they do use their intelligence for one thing of note. They are the type that like to kidnap princesses and demand treasure for they like shiny objects made of gold. Often however, this turns out to not work as they do not speak the same tongue as those they kidnap from so eventually the kidnapped turn into food.
-Classic Dragons and Wyverns, excerpt Chapter 7 "The aggressive Volcanic Tyrants, their Princess Thievery and Other Fire Drakes" by Earnest Draco
Name | Livia Annalea Lindall. Discarded her family name when she was taken in by Katherine. Age | 16 Gender | Female Level/Tier | Adept, tier two House | Phantasma Appearance/Attire | An alluring violet flower in thicket of twisted, dead gardens.
Standing at five foot four, Livia is not very physically impressive. One could probably assume they could blow on her and knock her over. A petite, slight build with an elegant seeming air about her. She sports long, elegant black hair with eyes the color of amethyst. Livia would be quite stunning to look at. No blemishes and seemingly carries an air of quiet somberness and Melancholy about her.
She normally dresses in fine dresses of more muted colors. Blues, purples, and black. She always carries a bored, mildly disinterested expression towards most people.
Alignment | Tyrant
Personality/Habits | Livia is a harsh girl. Disliking useless things, valuing books and knowledge over emotion, Livia is a rather humorless and serious sort most of the time. Coupled with her rather direct and blunt behavior towards people, she can come off as quite...antagonistic and somewhat icy. Not that she cares about others opinions. A bit of a pleasure seeker, she'll do whatever she wants, whens she wants it, and she really won't let anyone get in the way. Likes to tease others in more personal settings, though prefers reading books and practice over anything dealing with people. Easily jealous, and particularly talking about her birth sister and adoptive sister is an easy way to earn her ire.
Honestly? In general, she's not a very pleasant person until she warms up to you.
Background | An unfortunate child not loved even by her own parents.
Born to Lady Reine Fiore and Lord Clement Fiore, Livia's early life was one of neglect, if not abuse. It was determined early that her older sister, Marise had inherited most of the families favor and fortune. Livia herself, was mostly considered nothing but a waste of space, and Left mostly to her own devices and raised more by maids in the estate. That is, until she was eight years old when one of her mothers old school friends saw how she was treated - and decided to take care of the girl herself with a rather ridiculous bet made between her mother and her friend.
"If she could turn Livia into anything but a decoration, she'd give the child the entire house."
Agreeing, even if only as a joke, the woman, Katherine Lindall took Livia home and started raising her as her own. Now having a both a bit more freedom, and a parental figure that at least pretended to care, you could say she was on some level happy. Katherine went as so far to teach her how to summon ghosts and spirits, commune with the dead and bring them to this realm. An activity that she poured every bit of effort and ambition into that she could.
Still, her mother had been right - she wasn't naturally suited towards such magical pursuits, but years after hard work, labor, and study at the academy, she at least, could be content with some level of skill with summoning. If nothing else, her knowledge about the intricacies lend credence to her holding some form of ability.
And if nothing else, she is determined to become the strongest no matter what it takes.
Favorite Summons |
Alignment: Villain Type: Undead| Banshee
A friendly spectral entity Livia summoned sometime during her first school year. A friendly, curious spirit that is extremely loyal to both Livia and her sister. The ghost is, for the most part always with Livia in some fashion or another either hiding in her shadow or watching her from one some distance away. The ghost for the most part, is entirely mute, unable to speak the common tongue, only able to communicate with others through gesticulations and sign language. Livia of course, as her summoner can understand her on a near preternatural level, and has made efforts to translate her long-dead language.
As far as combat goes, Siobahn prefers to avoid direct confrontations. She tends to strike when and where the opponent least expects it, using her spectral claws to reach through most forms of armor. Her most used form of weapon however, is the ability to create damaging waves of sound with her voice. Most often in confrontations, Siobahn and Livia have come to a rather curious arrangement. A bit of, controlled possession if you will. Siobahn can possess Livia, conferring some of her spiritual and inhuman abilities to the human. Levitation, limited intangibility, ability to strike with spectral claws, and enhanced physical strength.
"Ah yes, ghosts. Undead, as they are called. Spectral entities not of flesh and blood, but of mana, ectoplasm and maybe just a hint of malice, but not always.
Quiz time, readers! Tell me! Are undead evil?
The answer is maybe, you twits!
Just like anything, undead vary wildly in their natures. It depends on their origins, really. Some are simply wayward souls, looking for a home. Some are those who linger with regrets. Some are violent, hateful things that seek to continue their dark work in death as they did in life. So who can say?! maybe the random undead is just a soul looking for solace. Maybe its a murderer that wants to kill you!
Ah, I'm getting slightly off topic. You see, ghosts as they are called, vary wildly in ability. In general, most ghosts are nothing to be afraid of. Its those full of malice that haunt forsaken places you must be wary of. Really, there are so many of these creatures that its almost impossible to name them all and I have no idea why I am even attempting it.
But there are a few, that perhaps you should be wary of and deserve their own classifications. A Banshee, for example. Often considered a type of fey, these harbingers of death and ill omens are not what one wants to run into on a midnight dreary." - A brief introduction to spooks and ghouls Chapter 1, Lawrence Fiore.
"There once was a lass, fair and pretty danced in the flower fields, carefree and dainty Took the heart of the entire village, danced and sung, a tune of love A song of red, a song of passion Words unsaid, full of desire in the end, nothing was given Love was taken, so she took love She painted the night a sanguine red She was given a most fitting end upon a rack of bones, a rack of agony, Now she haunts the hills, wailing for love lost Wailing mournfully, her desires red as a cherry, still desiring a love to be returned."
At first, this summons appears to be a large rectangular sarcophagus shut tight. The black onyx structure is almost abhorrently ornate. On its surface is carved intricate designs of unknown origin, crafted with an obvious careful and steady hand. The designs themselves seem to depict some sort of story, with human figures, demons, and other supernatural entities dancing across its surface in a myriad of patterns and stories. The thing sits upright, with the bottom being wide and large enough to support its massive weight without falling over. The top of it is carved and decorated with a number of jewels.
Except, its all rather difficult to see under the number of holy talismans and chains locked tightly around the sarcophagus. Indeed, the entire thing is bound fast with iron chains. The surface is full of talismans with spells of sealing, warding, and evil banishment.
Obviously, you shouldn't let whatever it is in out.
...or are you the curious sort? Go on...open it...
The Sarcophagus can only be opened by the one who lives in it. The undead known as Mizushi. Normally the Sarcophagus can not be opened during the day, though the smell of human blood, the sound of a rousing festival or alcohol can drag her out. During the night she leaves as she pleases, and often to find food.
...she may also leave if her lord is in danger.
The sarcophagus itself is utterly immobile, but whilst inside Misuzhi can summon her undead retainers and soldiers to protect itself, should she have need. Sworn to protect their lord even in death.
Alignment: Terrorist Type: Undead Oni/Jiangshi
A reprehensible hedonist.
An irredeemable monster. A creature that feasts on human bones and sates its thirst with human blood.
...and oddly cute? Wait, no.
Mizushi is a form of undead. A vampire of sorts that feeds off the life force of the living. A creature that knows neither human love or emotion. A monster that will always indulge in whatever it wishes. A monster that loves slaughtering humans simply for the fun of it all - an alcohol smelling demon of disaster.
Typically called a Jiangshi, this one seems to have been mixed with something else - an Oni? Perhaps she lived once, but was turned into an undead perhaps, due to some grudge. Or perhaps not. Perhaps her malice simply wouldn't let her die. Either way, despite both her undead and demonic nature granting her impressive boons of strength and stamina, it comes with a hefty amount of drawbacks. For one, she's about as speedy as a drunk cricket. Her limbs, for the most part are in a permanent state of rigor. That is, almost completely locked in place.
Though, they can move somewhat.
She's surprisingly fairly agile in close quarters, able to pirouette, spin, and move all her limbs almost at inhuman right angles with enough force to shatter human bone.
...too bad she's locked in this sarcophagus most of the time. Mizushi must consume a proper amount of human life force to live. Under no circumstances are you to be alone with the sarcophagus or herself if you value your life.
If fed enough - perhaps you shall see something truly terrifying.
Aphotic Palace - Yomi's Mountains
An ancient palace situated high atop a mountain within a realm of the dead. The entire palace is covered in warding charms, locked doors, and malevolent spirits stalk the area seeking any unlucky living that they come across. The place seems to be falling into disrepair from the outside, but if one were to venture inwards, they would find the interior old, but immaculate. As if somehow untouched by time and space. The place is unreasonably ostentatious, covered in finest tapestries and jewels.
A bitter cold permeates the entire area, and various undead soldiers roam the area, forever awaiting the call of their lord. They bring any undead or human they find to their lord, for a feast...
Within the main building, sits a magnificent feast hall that faintly smells of pork, alcohol, and metal...
Discovered Realms:
Coillte Caillte, as Siobahn calls it. Her home. The Lost Forest. A forlorn, quiet and melancholy forest filled with all manner of dark fairy like creatures and the occasional undead. Filled to the brim with creatures that only wish ill towards most humans, prankster spirits, and very rarely, the occasional helpful wisp or fairy. The forest itself is cool, with a gentle wind constantly moving through the branches of the half dead and twisted trees. Ancient rocks filled with indecipherable runes litter the landscape
The most curious place here however, are the ghost villages one always stumbles upon. Resembling old, ancient structures from an ancient, northern civilization.
This realm is not safe for humans to travel unaided - there are no paths. No roads. Only the twisted, cold roots and the malevolent spirits that inhabit it.
Connected Summons: Siobahn Mizushi
Name | Lizaveta Vasilev Age | 17 Gender | Female Level/Tier | V1 House | Machina Appearance/Attire |
Five foot four, glasses, labcoat and messy red hair. Slight build and overall not too impressive, physically speaking.
Alignment | Free Spirit
Personality/Habits | Lizaveta is an eternally confidently smug and energetic sort, if not as bright as she says she is. Caring little for others, selfishly following her own pursuits and interests. A whimsical sort, she follows her interests, as quick and as shallow as they may be. She doesn't really do the whole human thing much, preferring to spend time tinkering with her machines and work with Felicia.
For the most part, she's friendly, and if one can get past her smug, cheeky arrogance they'd find her to be a fairly stalwart ally.
Background | Lizaveta has nothing particularly special in her background of note. The only thing that really might be of note is her choice of summons - both of her parents were Bestia. From an early age she fell in love with machines. From things like their shininess, newness, their size, to their ability to potentially enhance the human physicality and transcend their fleshy prisons.
Quickly taking to her studies, Liz immediately enrolled in L'Mordryn at the earliest age she could, and has been there ever since.
Favorite Summons |
Affectionately named 'Muffin'.
This overly friendly robotic spider is a hulking mass of metal that would probably make quite a number of people absolutely terrified of it upon first seeing it. Typically non-combative, this unit seems to entirely be designed with the intention of 'raising life' and 'growth' behind it. It tries to improve machines its around, not entirely understanding that 'life' on earth has a far different meaning than 'life' from its home world.
It takes a very motherly attitude towards most people, using its artificial webbing to knit clothes for smol little fragile humans, taking in lost animals, etc.
The robot itself runs on what seems to be a small nuclear reactor with solar panels for backup.
The realm Muffin hails from is one that would be considered quite odd. There is no organic fauna anywhere. Rather, all 'living' creatures and even some plants seem to be entirely mechanical in nature. From the trees, to flowers, to saber tooth like machines to the smallest squirrels. All each following typically similar functions as their fleshy counterparts may have. Even if they seem to have flesh, it is nothing but a complex weave of fibers and fabrics.
'Life' in this realm is typically not of flesh and blood, but of metal and wire.
F'ehlathei - its a much longer name, so I'll save you the trouble. "Felicia, is what this one is called here. Ah, it's always curious you humans assign titles and names to everything. So very primitive."
A curious thing, pulled from the very edges of the realms.
It heard Liz's call, and all too humorously, it answered.
The entity known as 'Felicia' is an odd construct seemingly mostly made of metal. Its body is heavily condensed, its once massive body having been compressed into a humanoid form, one that can interact with humans and its 'master' on a fundamentally mostly same level. For the most part, it acts as an advisor and research assistant to Lizaveta. Feeding her information about the sciences and robotics.
Why did it choose the form of a nun? Well, now, perhaps you should ask. It seems to treat other machines with almost religious reverence. Its body is highly malleable, and can reshape its mechanical body to a number of forms, but tends to stick with a single one as such a thing is tiring in this limited form.
It has limited its capabilities in this form, mostly relating to mechanical objects and machine repair. As far as combat goes, it favors a red-hot sword sword pulled from its chest. Its a taciturn and arrogant sort, treating most humans as though a god watching a child.
Alright, here we are. Tell me if anything needs to be change or what. Hopefully didn't give Isobel too many summons to start with.
Name | Isobel Mulryan Age | 17 Gender | Female Level/Tier | Virtuoso, Tier 1 House | Dracona Appearance/Attire | Standing at just five foot five, a bit taller for her age than most, and with dark colored skin, blond hair and red eyes indicative of the Mulryan house, and a muscular build that would give most men a pause, Isobel gives off the impression of a rather serious sort upon first impression. Dressed in fine clothing, a generally well kept appearance, Isobel is easily identified as a person of high class birth. Something she herself, has only a mild problem with - the amount of time it takes to redo it after a hard day of 'playing'.
She normally dresses in light, easy to move in but expensive clothing mixed with some pieces of armor.
Alignment | Maverik
Personality/Habits | One wouldn't mark Isobel as a member of House Dracona upon first meeting her. Indeed, she'd probably fit in better with House Bestia more than anything. Brash, loud, a bit on the rude side sometimes, and always in favor of a good brawl. Isobel tends to attack first and ask questions later which can lead her to no end of troubles and shenanigans.
She is generally a kind sort, though somewhat of a bully, especially on those who talk or think too much. 'Nerds' 'Dorks' and maybe a physical whacking or two are what they are in for around her. She spends most of her days training with a sword, doing physical activities, forgetting about class, and playing with her summons.
Background | Isobel is from the prestigious Mulryan family. A wealthy, extremely old family that traces its roots all the way back for centuries - and they even claim they are the descendants of a very old, very powerful storm drake who had the ability to command the wind and thunderstorms itself. This claim can't be verified in this day and age, but they proudly stick to their beliefs that they possess some of the ancient dragons blood. They claim their red eyes and blond hair and affinity for dragons is indicative of their claims.
Growing up in this environment was a bit of a struggle for Isobel, if only because being a noble wasn't something she was suited for naturally. Rather than a prideful calm and collected attitude most of the family possessed, she was more rambunctious. Played hard, took to the sword early in her childhood, which while expected, she was far more into it than anyone in the family had ever been. Some rumors in the house said she was an ill-omen, whilst others said she was going to be the next paragon of the house.
Either way, Isobel had a fairly comfortable life growing up, and was quick to attend L'Mordryn, where unfortunately, she wasn't exactly the best in a structured learning environment. Mediocre grades, just barely enough to pass, and often ended up skipping class for fun times.
Favorite Summons |
A small cat-sized pygmy drake that things he's the prettiest thing on four legs.
Ciervia is a small pygmy drake with an elemental affinity for ice. Covered entirely in fur, with feather like ridges along his back, he's a pretty little thing and likes to show off. Really though, he just a bit of a softie and goofball and was Isobel's first summons, so she keeps him around despite his minimal combat potential. That said, it'd be best not to underestimate this guy, as he's still a dragon, even if a small one. Always curled around Isobel's shoulders.
A land drake, roughly the size of a horse and Isobel's second summons. A hulking beast of a land dragon that is built more for power and stamina than agility. While he boasts no abilities other than his impressive strength, steel-hard scales, he's Isobel's first line of defense and she often rides him around campus.
A bit like a puppy, always wanting pets and treats and tends to think he's a lot smaller than he really is.
Isobels' third and final summons so far. A Wyvern by the name of Rutul. A vicious beast of a creature that is prideful as he is utterly savage. With fiery breath and talons, Isobel doesn't use him that much, but when she does you know she's serious about beating her opponent in whatever fight they're in. The beasts intelligence is questionable, but he at least listens to Isobel most of the time. Has a powerful ability to breathe terrible blasts of fire from his maw.
Name | Livia Annalea Lindall. Discarded her family name when she was taken in by Katherine. Age | 16 Gender | Female Level/Tier | Adept, tier two House | Phantasma Appearance/Attire | An alluring violet flower in thicket of twisted, dead gardens.
Standing at five foot four, Livia is not very physically impressive. One could probably assume they could blow on her and knock her over. A petite, slight build with an elegant seeming air about her. She sports long, elegant black hair with eyes the color of amethyst. Livia would be quite stunning to look at. No blemishes and seemingly carries an air of quiet somberness and Melancholy about her.
She normally dresses in fine dresses of more muted colors. Blues, purples, and black. She always carries a bored, mildly disinterested expression towards most people.
Alignment | Tyrant
Personality/Habits | Livia is a harsh girl. Disliking useless things, valuing books and knowledge over emotion, Livia is a rather humorless and serious sort most of the time. Coupled with her rather direct and blunt behavior towards people, she can come off as quite...antagonistic and somewhat icy. Not that she cares about others opinions. A bit of a pleasure seeker, she'll do whatever she wants, whens she wants it, and she really won't let anyone get in the way. Likes to tease others in more personal settings, though prefers reading books and practice over anything dealing with people. Easily jealous, and particularly talking about her birth sister and adoptive sister is an easy way to earn her ire.
Honestly? In general, she's not a very pleasant person until she warms up to you.
Background | An unfortunate child not loved even by her own parents.
Born to Lady Reine Fiore and Lord Clement Fiore, Livia's early life was one of neglect, if not abuse. It was determined early that her older sister, Marise had inherited most of the families favor and fortune. Livia herself, was mostly considered nothing but a waste of space, and Left mostly to her own devices and raised more by maids in the estate. That is, until she was eight years old when one of her mothers old school friends saw how she was treated - and decided to take care of the girl herself with a rather ridiculous bet made between her mother and her friend.
"If she could turn Livia into anything but a decoration, she'd give the child the entire house."
Agreeing, even if only as a joke, the woman, Katherine Lindall took Livia home and started raising her as her own. Now having a both a bit more freedom, and a parental figure that at least pretended to care, you could say she was on some level happy. Katherine went as so far to teach her how to summon ghosts and spirits, commune with the dead and bring them to this realm. An activity that she poured every bit of effort and ambition into that she could.
Still, her mother had been right - she wasn't naturally suited towards such magical pursuits, but years after hard work, labor, and study at the academy, she at least, could be content with some level of skill with summoning. If nothing else, her knowledge about the intricacies lend credence to her holding some form of ability.
And if nothing else, she is determined to become the strongest no matter what it takes.
Favorite Summons |
A friendly spectral entity Livia summoned sometime during her first school year. A friendly, curious spirit that is extremely loyal to both Livia and her sister. The ghost is, for the most part always with Livia in some fashion or another either hiding in her shadow or watching her from one some distance away. The ghost for the most part, is entirely mute, unable to speak the common tongue, only able to communicate with others through gesticulations and sign language. Livia of course, as her summoner can understand her on a near preternatural level, and has made efforts to translate her long-dead language.
As far as combat goes, Siobahn prefers to avoid direct confrontations. She tends to strike when and where the opponent least expects it, using her spectral claws to reach through most forms of armor. Her most used form of weapon however, is the ability to create damaging waves of sound with her voice. Most often in confrontations, Siobahn and Livia have come to a rather curious arrangement. A bit of, controlled possession if you will. Siobahn can possess Livia, conferring some of her spiritual and inhuman abilities to the human. Levitation, limited intangibility, ability to strike with spectral claws, and enhanced physical strength.
At first, Ash was mildly frustrated. It was completely different. The shapes Oberon was making with 'Mana Shape' seemed to have some sort of structure to them. Mana Orb however, was utterly without it. There were no squares as she had previously observed. Just more static that took more effort to see through. These lines simply formed a circle. Still moving, but simply overlapping at a variety of angles. Overall the shape seemed intimately familiar, but she was too focused on the shapes in front of her.
There it was, a square!
Wait, no, that still wasn't quite right. It wasn't a square at all. This wasn't even a circle. It was more of polyhedron, fluctuating constantly creating an intricate pattern.
Blink
"Gah!" Ash gave a slightly startled shout as her magic fizzled out, a system message popping up telling her she was out of MP, thirsty, and slightly hungry. "Argh-damn it all!" The irritable Pygmy drake took a moment, shaking her head as she exhaled a long breath through her teeth. Bah, the frailties of the physical condition, once again, interrupt her work. She had been so close to a break through she could feel it! Just a little more and she would have had it -
Wait a minute.
"...Really?" Ash blinked, sitting up straight. She remembered the shape clearly. That was exactly what that was! The atomic model! And that meant...Oberon's was more akin to viewing the atomic structure of something. So that just meant the sphere was lacking in complex structure. Could it be something as simple as that? If she were to take real life chemistry and apply it to this, then all she'd need to do is add a 'proton' or 'neutron' to it to change it from one element to another. Nuclear Transmutation, as it was called on earth.
The only problem with that however, was that you required an exorbitant amount of energy to do it. The kind of energy you'd find in a sun or nuclear reactor of some sort.
"...aha," With a quiet giggle, Ash began laughing, squealing excitedly like a girl who had just gotten asked out on a date by the guy of their dreams. "Oh this is wonderful! Fantastic! Arrrgh if only I had a proper lab to test in!" If the basic building blocks of magic worked like atoms, then this was...well, this was amazing. Being a chemist in her previous life meant this should be a breeze! Chemistry after all, was heavily involved with the nature of atoms and the scientific makeup of the natural world.
Okay, first things first. She needed to get her Mana back.
Calming herself, Ash began meditating to recover her lost MP. Couldn't do magic without that, could she? She would do this until her MP was completely restored. She'd work more on getting her tail stronger later. For now she needed a full stomach and something to drink. As soon as her MP was returned, Ash made her way to the stream, drinking until she was no longer thirsty.
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Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
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