Ryteb Pymeroce

Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

So, we have a good news, bad news scenario. The good news is that most of their weapons are too slow to hit us, and Zephy boy is a great shot on those that can. Unfortunately the bad news was very bad. The magic that was used to supplement minor issues like g forces and fuel, wa coming undone due to the strain. Probably shouldn't have kept using magic to repair it. I turned to my companion with a sheepish grin.

"If we survive this... never mention this to Mal." I deadpanned before we plummeted down, screaming in terror. Zephy was predictably swearing in his oh so exotic tongue (probably what makes him so appealing to women, those vibrations when he hisses must feel wonder- bad Ryteb, no sex when you are facing certain death... or worse.)

Pushing that conversation away, I pulled the craft so that it barreled towards our target. Locking our flightpath, I switched into my full fox form to avoid most of the glass. Please don't be bulletproof. Please don't be bulletproof.

CRASH!

"Thank you for flying Air Ryteb. We hope to see you again soon." I giggled, as I wiggled out of the mangled glider. Zephy was giving me the stink eye for some reason, is he a telepath? If so I reeeeally need to not think about porn. Or where my secret stash of sherberts are. Speaking of which...

Seemingly out of nowhere, I pulled out a bag of my lemon sweets and started eating. Despite the fact I had paws and shouldn't be able to do that. Eh, not my problem.

Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

"Working on it Zeph..." Felix grunted, currently steering with his feet whilst tinkering with his pistol. Whose bright idea was it to have the modes require two hands to switch? Oh right, him. With an audible click the pistol changed from Burst Mode to Magnum. Just in time, as they had to dodge an incoming projectile. "Got it, really need to work on a better system though."

Pulling the trigger, a spiralling lance of flame about an inch in diameter shot into one of the enemy tanks, boring a hole right through it. No explosion, damn. He really hated wasting energy, mostly because they outnumbered them at least five to one. Firing off a few more shots he managed to take out a couple, and play happy hell with a fair amount.

Zeph was a good guy to have around, one of the only mages who actually acknowledged themselves as such in the crew. Especially since he also used fire magic. Should probably talk to him about- OH #$@#&₩$% THEY'RE USING HOMING MISSILES!!!

Pushed out of his thoughts by imminent danger, he sped upwards, hoping to force the missiles to burn out before they reached them. "I think we may have pissed them off a tad." he sheepishly grinned at his companion.

Circus of the Supernatural

Mr Fox

Mr Fox

Their True Name
Felix Vulpis

Their Stage Name
The Fantastic Mr Fox

The Date they Joined the Circus (The Circus began on January 1, 1634)
First of July, 1835

The Act
The Stage Magician, enrapturing the crowds with powerful illusions. His contract gifted him with the Jack of Elements, able to utilize earth, wind, water, fire, and lightning. Due to the nature of a Jack, he can only use each element to half the potential of a pure elemental, though he makes up for that in being able to combine them.

The price for the power is his identity. So long as he remains in the circus, he cannot say his name nor be acknowledged outside his persona of "Mr Fox".

Why they Joined the Circus
Quite frankly, to stay alive. Felix in his youth was an idiot who dabbled in the occult in a stupid quest for knowledge. Half killed by an errant demon, he was approached by the Ringleader who offered the contract which saved his life.

Their Biography
In his youth, he was a bright and ambitious man. Gaining a scholarship to a prestigious university, he studied chemistry, which led him to alchemy and from there to the occult. He was drawn towards summoning of a demon. The dark abilities of the creatures were so seductive. His hubris at thinking he could control the beast lead to his undoing. The beast broke its bindings, trashed his study, and brutally maimed him.

This was when the Ringmaster intervened. Appearing before Felix, he offered a choice: die here, or sign a contract. Naturally, the occultist's ego forced him to sign... and on that day Felix Vulpis died.

Mr Fox however, his story was just beginning. The magician with the odd sense of humour, he became a regular fixture in the show. With age tempering his hubris, he finds quiet comfort in bringing joy to those around him.

Their Connections
Among the older members still active, Felix takes the role of a slightly trolling teacher, often helping newbies learn to use their powers... while abusing the fact they haven't learned the degree of paranoia the others have cultivated to deal with his 'jokes'

Their Audition
The stage was dark, the drumroll the only sign there was actually an act going on. As it reached it's climax, a flash of lightning struck the center stage, blinding everyone temporarily. When my eyes finally cleared, He was stood in center stage, a spotlight upon him. The man swirled his hands as a spray of water shot up out of nowhere.
He proceeded to sculpt the spary into a fox, before pulling a flame out of the water. Somehow this made it freeze into a sculpture. With a wave of his hand the fireball shot off and, even more amazingly, the ice fox chased after it. When the fox caught the fire, both of them exploded into a rainbow of twinkling lights. The man gave a sweeping bow, before seeming to fade into the air in golden sparks.

Circus of the Supernatural

If you are still accepting, I made a guy.

Mr Fox

Mr Fox

Their True Name
Felix Vulpis

Their Stage Name
The Fantastic Mr Fox

The Date they Joined the Circus (The Circus began on January 1, 1634)
First of July, 1835

The Act
The Stage Magician, enrapturing the crowds with powerful illusions. His contract gifted him with the Jack of Elements, able to utilize earth, wind, water, fire, and lightning. Due to the nature of a Jack, he can only use each element to half the potential of a pure elemental, though he makes up for that in being able to combine them.

The price for the power is his identity. So long as he remains in the circus, he cannot say his name nor be acknowledged outside his persona of "Mr Fox".

Why they Joined the Circus
Quite frankly, to stay alive. Felix in his youth was an idiot who dabbled in the occult in a stupid quest for knowledge. Half killed by an errant demon, he was approached by the Ringleader who offered the contract which saved his life.

Their Biography
In his youth, he was a bright and ambitious man. Gaining a scholarship to a prestigious university, he studied chemistry, which led him to alchemy and from there to the occult. He was drawn towards summoning of a demon. The dark abilities of the creatures were so seductive. His hubris at thinking he could control the beast lead to his undoing. The beast broke its bindings, trashed his study, and brutally maimed him.

This was when the Ringmaster intervened. Appearing before Felix, he offered a choice: die here, or sign a contract. Naturally, the occultist's ego forced him to sign... and on that day Felix Vulpis died.

Mr Fox however, his story was just beginning. The magician with the odd sense of humour, he became a regular fixture in the show. With age tempering his hubris, he finds quiet comfort in bringing joy to those around him.

Their Connections
Among the older members still active, Felix takes the role of a slightly trolling teacher, often helping newbies learn to use their powers... while abusing the fact they haven't learned the degree of paranoia the others have cultivated to deal with his 'jokes'

Their Audition
The stage was dark, the drumroll the only sign there was actually an act going on. As it reached it's climax, a flash of lightning struck the center stage, blinding everyone temporarily. When my eyes finally cleared, He was stood in center stage, a spotlight upon him. The man swirled his hands as a spray of water shot up out of nowhere.
He proceeded to sculpt the spary into a fox, before pulling a flame out of the water. Somehow this made it freeze into a sculpture. With a wave of his hand the fireball shot off and, even more amazingly, the ice fox chased after it. When the fox caught the fire, both of them exploded into a rainbow of twinkling lights. The man gave a sweeping bow, before seeming to fade into the air in golden sparks.

Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

"Well, this is amusing." Ryteb chortled, his glider (or deathtrap, according to the engineers) barreling through the air ahead of the main ship. "Captain, I shall provide support against anti ship weaponry."

As he spoke that over the comms, he sped downwards towards one such item. In a manoveur that seemed physically impossible (if only because the pilot should be puking up his guts from the g-forces) he banked next to one of the larger groups and whipped out his pistol.

"In the beginning, there was the word, and the word was-"

KA-BOOOOM!!!! From the pistol came a crimson fireball the size of a car. It ate through the secrity forces and unfortunate collateral civvies like an acid, dispersing after a few seconds. A smirk, and tint of red in his eyes were his only reactions to the casual destruction. If the people weren't panicking before, they certainly were after he began his minor rampage.

"Kekeke... it is so fun meeting new people..."

Walking Down Memory Lane (Harry Potter Role Play)

What? I would never troll anyone. Especially a fellow teacher.

Honestly though, I felt as the (currently) only Slytherin that I needed to defend our right to be evil... admittedly my brand of evil is more along the lines of driving people off the deep end.

Also, being 5'1 at majority, and features putting people in mind of a fox, the last thing I need is the female population realising I am allowed to be adorable. Never again... shudders.

Walking Down Memory Lane (Harry Potter Role Play)

@Chiro so YOU are the one who convinced people Slytherins aren't evil. Do you have any idea how rabid the girls got when we were considered 'Troubled and Misunderstood' instead of complete arseholes? Freak'n do gooders and their crusades...

Marvel: Galaxies and Worlds (18+)

"I mean, if anything you're more of a Slimer."

Thank the gods for space netflix. (What, that isn't a thing? steals infinity guantlet Now it's a thing!)

Marvel: Galaxies and Worlds (18+)

I suddenly feel the need for someone to call Inque "Bendy". Kekeke...

Marvel: Galaxies and Worlds (18+)

Typical. Just freaking typical.

The jail just had to be attacked when he was delivering his latest bounty (Some purple haired idiot crowing about being the great Skull-sama). At least this time it didn't seem to be targeting him specifically.

I swore as I noticed the black ooze curling around the corner. Klyntar were enough of a headache on normal idiots, but coupled with intergalactic criminals? There was not enough money in the galaxy to deal with that shite. Drawing his blade, he began cleaving his way through the consumed idiots, the runes on his sword glowing as black lightning forced the ooze to stay away.

After a few minutes of forcing his way back to his ship, a crystal appeared in front of him. Strange, I didn't think they had one of those as a prisoner... have the Nova Corps been naughty again? Nevertheless, if this crystal can lead him through a path of least resistance, then he would see where the thing leads.