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Black Moon, White Night: A Visual Novel-inspired Urban Fantasy RP

-Daichi Arata-

"... same familiar streets... this place doesn't change, even while I'm attending the university here."

Arata uttered to himself as he walked past group of people, bumping into the occasional stranger who he would glare at with piercing red eyes before returning his focus to the front of him. Arata knew the city in and out, each shop and items memorized. The people who he walked aside were most likely ignorant civilians who would not take note of the White Night.

The final time where all Magi would put their hearts into the ritual and paint the streets a sickening red hue. Arata could already imagine the chaos, the horrors that would transpire... and yet, he didn't feel anything. His mouth was moving in a rhythmic pattern as he munched on the gum, the man blankly looking forward. His head was tilted as he reached into his pocket and obtained his Smartphone.

As he walked, he kept his eyes firmly placed, staring at the screen as he slided his finger around, unlocking the phone. Tapping on a few things, with the occasional looking around. Sure, he was wandering around town, bored out of his mind, but there really wasn't anything better to do to pass the time... well, other than ready his equipment. The man flipped to a familiar site - The Blog of Sp00kyGal000.

He lurked often, and read this persons stories. To the regular human eye, these were nothing but fantasies... but to imbeciles and Magi, these tales were real... to an extent. Of course, a few of these creatures were false, but it seemed this Magi was trying to project a fearsome and undaunting persona of a hero... but in reality, Arata saw it as arrogance.

He did have reason for keeping tabs on this page.

This "Sp00kyGal000" was probably going to be participating in the White Night ritual tonight. The mans fingers went to work as he jabbed at the characters to formulate his first post. This person had to be some sort of Magi, it was blatantly obvious, so why not issue a warning if they were going for the Origin? Most Magi are going to kill for it, and he was blatantly confident that this account didn't belong to them.

-Hymn-

"Nice tales, hope you're ready for the next as I would recommend not getting too cocky."

And with that set in stone, he hit the enter button, sending it for everyone to settle. With that said and done, he locked his phone and jammed it back into his coat pockets. Returning his gaze to reality, he saw a sore thumb of a person stick out in the crowd. Reminded him of the word that people used this day known as "cosplay."

Arata shrugged, and continued moving along, feeling that the person in the peculiar getup could either be doing just that, or had some other enigmatic intent. Either way, the man kept on moving, passing through the crowds of people. Eventually, he did get a chance to pass by the cosplay, before he grew even more suspicious of her presence... something just felt off. Keeping his cool, regular appearance, Arata looked at the woman for a few seconds as if he was analyzing her, and walked off.

"..."

Each minute he walked, the day was waning, each step he feel it creep a bit closer - the night. "... short-cut to my apartment should be this way." Arata glanced at a nearby alley way. His movement stopped completely as if he was taking in the city around him.

A few moments later he approached the entrance and darted into the sabled alley, disappearing from the sights of many. Debris laid about the place as he quietly traversed down the old place. Arata kicked a can in his way down the alley, watching it fly all the way to the exit. Blowing a bubble as he did so, he let the orange hue deflate and pulled it back in.

Eventually he departed from the alley, into the crowds of people yet again. At least their was nothing supernatural around... only thing he could familiarize himself with was a couple of students around the general vicinity.

"Almost there..." Arata uttered this double entrende coldly to himself as he continued to blend in to an extent among the masses, awaiting for the arrival of the night.

Black Moon, White Night: A Visual Novel-inspired Urban Fantasy RP

I feel like getting my character "killed" due to him taking a shortcut xP

Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis Reboot

-Yuu Nozomu : New Bark Town-

As the boy walked down the hallway with the rest of the group, he analyzed the current people enveloping the hallway. As Yuus eyes gazed around, he took note that a few people were ahead of him, namely Cerise who he suspected had some malicious intent while speaking to Gwen. Even though she was sucepitible to skepticism of him, Yuu pondered on why she made such an, erm... bold quip... Yuu lightly chuckled to himself while dwelling on the thought, his hand moving upward to tap on his lip, the left supporting the right arm.

"... sorry, but dinner doesn't serve the course I'm looking for," Yuu uttered in a low voice that could be mistaken for some enigmatic mumbling. In truth, it would of been entertaining to respond to the girl with a double entendre since it was obvious she was trying to control him. Yuus smile, which was still lingering about faded before he sighed. The boy seemed rather down about something, but it was difficult to tell.

"... maybe in another time..."

Yuu then took note of the boy in front of him who was ignored by almost everyone... well, at least his towel was gone. Despite the peculiar mindset, he did not see much from this guy, unlike the rest. This guy seemed like a regular airhead to him, however, the more Yuu squinted, the more the guy felt like an enigma to him. Sure, there were others around he really never got to know, but he seemed much more... active than the others... too active in a day and age like this.

"... eh, maybe I'm over thinking... the guy is probably optimistic to get a pokemon..."

Slightly rotating his head to get a better look at those behind him, Yuu wanted to check out how the others attitudes were being spent... too bad his purple hair obscured his left eye. Brushing it out of the way, Yuu found Abigail who was behind of him. He had nothing to think of her except she was a pretty girl with potential that was holding herself back. Shaking his head lightly, Yuu moved his hand away from his face and jammed both into his pockets.

Those scattered around here seemed to be compromised of people with red-hair. Yuu took note of Mattie who was seemingly nervous at the predicament. He still couldn't see past the girl's messy strands of red. Yuu hoped he could try and bring her out a bit more. Next was a boy who he never saw before who donned a timid grin. The guy was trying to converse with Abigail, but knowing her, she would probably respond in a volatile matter. Shrugging, Yuu moved his gaze to a lonely blonde lingering in the back.

...

Yuu compressed his thoughts about her. What almost feel like minutes were seconds in the making, conjured up consistently. The walk into the lab didn't take them all too long as Yuu let the buzz of mechanical equipment ring in his ear. The design and layout of the machines was something to be expected in a lab. Blinking, Yuu saw a couple of interesting items and people to address...

First off, there was Avery who appeared to be... less eccentric than he usually was. It was eerie to see such a disposition radiating off of him, and it caused Yuu to raise his eyebrow ever so slightly. Staring at the trainer cards all methodically laid out... "... eight cards laid out, yet Avery having that grim air about him... if he is in here already, doesn't that mean he should have procured his license already? Is he afraid of what might happen? Nostalgic of New Bark Town?"

"... somethings amiss."

The next curious item was the egg in the back. It was encased in a rather strange machine that had readings going off of it every couple of seconds from what he could keenly identify. The funny thing was, there was not a pokedex in sight which could help the newcomers analyze what pokemon the egg came from. "Interesting... I was hoping to get one for my secondary task... it could actually help progress research while keeping trainers safe..."

Crossing his arms, Yuu tapped his foot at a steady pace, his eyes came up to the final part that warranted his interest - the pokeballs. Each of them had a label, noting which pokemon it was. The boy waited in the back momentarily, allowing anyone else who was interested in one to procure one before he limitted the options... but then he noticed something off. All the pokeballs were in place... well, was until Gwen picked up one.

"Tyrogue, eh? Interesting choice; able to become one of three Hitmons... Hitmonlee is a pretty cool partner, but so is Hitmontop... Wonder what the little guy will become."

Smiling slightly, he found her choice rather off, but fitting since she seemed to be a bit aggressive. Gazing over the other options, Yuu found a few interesting starters. "Hmm... Maybe the Natu?" Yuu contemplating out loud, his chin occupied by the tapping of his finger.

The silence was shattered by the same haughty voice who always consider her skills superior to everyone else's. Yuu turned his head to the girl, a visibly unpleasant frown forming on his face. The girl was taunting a young boy with a rather disrespectful cackle. Yuu felt his hands fall to his side, slowly curling his hands into a fist. "... Abigail, that attitude reflects poorly of you... it is a surprise that you had any charisma in trainer school... Why are you so aggressive towards others?"

If looks could kill, Abigail would probably be bleeding in myriads of places right now. As she left the boys side, Yuu walked over to the red-hair trainer whose mood was probably shot. Letting out an irritated breath of air, Yuu felt his frustration fly out from his body. "Don't mind Abigail, she is... usually like that to people. Her head is not exactly in the right place due to her stances on life, a.k.a, disillusionment of being better than everyone."

"Er, anyways, sorry for this whole speech I gave to you... I'm just sick of her arrogant attitude and prefer for everyone here not to deal with her putting you guys down 24/7... I mean, the journey is going to be difficult enough already." Rubbing the back of his neck, Yuu temporarily looked before returning his eye contact with the boy. It seems his gaze was mainly focused on Abigail to see how she responded. "Hopefully pestering her enough will garner her attention on me for the rest of the time here and the journey if we are traveling together... pester her long enough, then she won't be able to see anything but me in her eyes... that way, if anyone does new help, she won't depreciate them and tell them to quit."

Upon refocusing himself on the boy, his serious composure broke away into a lax smile. Yuu discarded his miffed side for now and played it cool. He appeared to be in harmony as he introduced himself to the boy. "Anyways, I haven't introduced myself yet, sorry... My name is Yuu Nozomu, I look forward to knowing you and the others on this journey! Anyways, I'll talk to you later, I want to see who my partner is going to be..."

... that meant Abigail too. Maybe he could figure out why she was so crude to everyone, treating them all as if they were incompetent imbeciles. Breaking away from the boy, he gave him one small wave and a huge smile for encouragement before studying each label as if his own life was on the line.

Mareep? Nah, it wouldn't feel right taking their pokemon.

The boy soon came upon what he was going with. Grabbing the pokeballs, Yuu glanced over it for a couple of seconds before releasing his partner into the lab. The familiar flash of red light shot out from the ball, the shape of the pokemon coming to light. Brown fur, perky ears, and a bushy tail. The pokemon blinked for a bit, looking around the area, before looking up at the purple-haired boy in front of her. His mouth was slightly agape as if mystified. Shaking her head a bit, the Eevee blinked before cheerfully cried out it's name. "Vee, eeveeeee!" The pokemon sounded enthusiastic, and ran around her trainer for a bit.

Yuu could barely keep up with the speedy little Eevee, and even more so he could barely hold back his excitedness. A his lips were trying to avoid smiling to largely, but they kept shaking until the Eevee propelled herself up into the air in front of Yuu. Reacting rather swiftly to this unprecedented procedure, Yuu quickly caught the pokemon in his arms, the Eevee snuggling and looking up at the trainer, showing off her joy.

As she rubbed her head against the boys coat, Yuu could not hold back the happiness he was feeling, the one he hadn't felt in such a long time. His smile was rather larger than usual, and was of exquisite genuine quality. Warmly looking at the pokemon, she stared back and chirped gleefully before resting her head.

This was bliss.

"H-heya... I look forward to your companionship partner..."

Partner? No that didn't sound right...

"... Sylvie..."

...

...

...

As he cuddled the pokemon that was in his arms, Yuu recalled that he still did not have his trainer card. Putting Sylvie down, the Eevee yawned, before pushing herself off the ground. Wiggling her tail, she followed after Yuu who was in a truly pleasant mood. Giving a smile to Alfred, Yuu procured his card from the assistant, giving him an extremely well adorned smile that would not fade.

Eventually, something he knew came to mind once more, one that bugged him to no ends... but first, someone else who needed help. He was so caught up in the moment that he did not notice Cerise walking over to Gwen. The boy slightly eavesdrop on the conversation and was surprised at her limited knowledge of pokemon. He was certain he spotted Cerise's trainer card up there, but somehow she did not know much about pokemon? Strange. "If you're looking for a psychic pokemon, go with Natu."

After pointing out that fact, Yuu decided to move on to other things, namely, the absent pokedexes. "Say, Professor Elm," Yuu quizzically asked, curious to why none of the trainers got a pokedex. "Why are there no pokedexes? Rather peculiar as in this time, I thought it would be proper to hand trainers those devices... I mean, some of us are interested in why pokemon have gone berserk, plus from what I know, Professors don't go into the wild too much anymore, but trainers do. If you're doing research on them, wouldn't it be helpful for a trainer to record the info about them, and send them behavioral patterns back? That could speed up the process of finding out why they all became randomly aggressive... just my two cents I guess, sorry for the rambling."

The boy shrugged, before putting his hands back into his pocket, not noticing Sylvie had led his side. The curious pokemon was now staring at the egg, enamored by it. Her trance-like state was exemplified as the pokemon pawed at the incubator, nerve touching it though. Tilting her head, she let out a confused cry.

"... vee?"

Black Moon, White Night: A Visual Novel-inspired Urban Fantasy RP

At last count, two people claimed unaware spots, and there were two open still.

@VitaVitaAR

Huh, guess I was a bit confused by the wording a bit. Sorry for calling you over here.

Black Moon, White Night: A Visual Novel-inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Can't wait for hilarity to ensue...

And by that, I mean everything breaking and going to hell

Also, @VitaVitaAR, I think you need to update the character list of what is a available and what isn't, along with correcting the two unaware remaining stuff when one of them should be two aware I think?

Just felt like pointing that out to assist a bit, been nagging at me for quite some time.

Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis Reboot

-Yuu Nozomu : New Bark Town-

Yuu took note of the girls blush deepening as she pushed herself off of his body, Mattie apologizing profusely as she did so. The lavender haired boy chuckled nervously and gave her a smile. The boy pushed himself up from the ground, ricocheting upwards onto his two feet. "Hey, it isn't your fault; you were just a victim to unprecedented circumstances," Yuu spoke calmly as he maintained whatever eye contact he could with the shrinking rose.

Yuus gaze lingered for a few seconds on Mattie to be completely sure that she was relitively stable. She did appear fine with no bruises or scratch on her being, but something so sudden might of shakers rosy red-head up a little. His smile did disperse slightly as he heard a rather passive-aggressive comment from another in the vicinity. His heart rotated to face Gwen who seemed aloof and uncaring about this situation? Right now was not the best of times to try to live up to what she calls herself.

"... Gwens attitude about this whole predicament is not exactly helping anyone... in fact, I think it could of made these turn of events more tense than before..." Yuu thought to himself, his face forming a slight pout before sighing sadly at these turn of events. "Uh Gwen," Yuu responded, his voice softly resonating towards her. Yuu please to himself that she would take the obvious hint he was about to give her."That isn't going to help diffuse the situation if we just start a fight in the lab... I don't want anyone else to get caught up in this unnecessary dispute."

Hopefully that could be enough to snap her out of that uncaring state of mind... "Alright... as long as nothing peculiar happens from this point forward, we might be fine? Hopefully..." Yuu Jynxed himself as a few moments later, a refreshed guy came into the lab holding... a soaked towel. Yuu couldn't tell why he had a towel in his hand and why he asked if there was a place to hang it up. Yuu blinked a few times, befuddled a bit at this whole spiel as it was probably one of the less probablamatic predicaments he would respond to today.

Awkwardly smiling a bit, the teen acknowledged the other boy through direct eye contact. It would be rude to ignore the guy and not give him any info about what hanging a soggy towel could do in a lab... which had myriads of electrical equipment about. "Er, I don't think this is the best place to hang up a towel due to how wet it looks ajd with the specific types of equipment around... hey, maybe you could leave it outside to dry instead of in here! Not like any one is going to steal a towel or anything, right?"

Yeah, stealing towels would make for a great job obviously, especially wet ones.

At any rate, Yuu could only wonder if he was here for a pokemon or not. Out of all the people he had encountered, it was difficult to tell since he randomly bursted into the lab, quizzing if there was a place to allow his towel to dry. With that said, the whole situation began going down hill at a rather swift pace with Abigails arrogant response. She kept her focus solely on him and only him, despite the fact someone else was speaking to her also. Did she not have any manners?

...

Yeah..... fuck the slippery slope, lets just jump off it completely.

Abigail was off in her own world again, claiming that he was struggling behind her as always while pursuing something he could care less about. She couldn't come to terms with reality as he knew both of them were the same. If anyone did their research on the records, others than him, it would come to light that she was his equal... Yuu began to frown a tinge bit more as he shook his head slowly, his purple bangs flowing back and forth.

Being flashy and making a battle like it is some sort of act isn't skill... if you just compared our records..." Yuu murmured, his voice annoyed with the disillusionment she had. He furrowed his eyebrows, Yuus frown deepened spontaneously as she continued to let out a slew of insults. Cocky and brash because of trainer school... it irritated him to no end.

However, that look of harboring hatred was replaced with a curious look of shock at her other claims. "... what?! There is no way that can even be close to a fact!" Yuu stared at the floor, his right hand going up to his lip to think. The boy tapped it in an even rhythm as if there was a catchy tune playing. If closely inspected, it was reminiscent of the beat in one of Own Tempos songs. "Knowing Abigail, she might of purposely be leaving out facts just to... oh..."

Yeah, Yuu felt like she was using her charisma to tailor out hatred towards him. Yuus facial expression was neutral, but his eyes were directed essentially on the lavender haired instigator. "Going from stuck up speeches to juvenile crying with name calling... and she is friends with Abigail... ugh, I don't wish to generalize Cerise, but they are trying to manipulate the group into having a general dislike of me! I'm positive that is their intentions."

Yuu let his arms dropped to the sides as she continued to spew out remark, never entertaining anyone else who wished to talk. Threats flew out that she would personally throw him out of the lab.

Yuu let out a somber frown, jutting his visible eyebrow up at her ridiculous claim. Guile was not an option here as he couldn't talk her out of it... however, he did know a way to settle the conflict. Telling the truth and then saying he would do it again, but would request for her to do the same... and end the charade... but first...

She decided to take a few steps forward and attempt to go on with her claims. "Well, looks like trying to honestly talk this out isn't going to work," Yuu spoke up boldly. "I distaste this sort of meaningless violence... I'm not going to fight you, however..." Yuu stared the girl down with a piercing stare before acknowledging the others. Yuu silently mouthed out "Please, just leave this area... I'm sorry, but I don't want you guys to get involved."

With silent but swiftly oath, Yuu returns his gaze to the smaller girl, frowning as if he did not want to let this passionate event further transpire. "... however, I'm going to defend myself from your assault... I wish you wern't blinded by... whatever clouds your mind..." Sighing morosely, Yuu awaited her first attack. The only thing he could do now was try to pacify her with words. "Just one thing before you try to discard me... I did apologize to your friend because I didn't want to see her with that composure when talking to others... I meant her no ill will."

"... I'll just point out the facts later... again."

Before the flurry of punches came flying, he heard a familiar voice shoot out. Yuu kept his guard high up just in case she went for a sucker punch an relocated his eyes to the entrance of the lab... to find that some other guy had run into the boy with a towel and Cerise with a disgusted look on her face. She immediately went on to scolding Abigail for her misdemeanor in... her familiar tone of voice. The same one that told him to leave the vicinity.

Eventually it was downplayed to the same fearful voice which gave off the impression of a nervous child talking. It was baffling how obvious she made herself to be! Did she honestly expect to escape unscathed at this point from her lie? As the two actors continued on, Abigail eventually gave Yuu the green light that she was going to do no harm. Yuu slowly began to lower his arms, the tension slowly easing not only out of him, but the room. Looking at the others, he took note of Gwen being... much closer than anticipated. Yuu honestly thought she was sitting down, but guess that was not the complete tale.

Next came the finale of this whole act, the outcome determined on how he used his tongue, whether as toughened iron or kindly fluff. This was to be anticipated seeing what came next as she began a cutesy act of acting all flustered in an adorable sense. Yuu wished he could believe it, but in reality could see through the facade well placed in front of him. It would help to probably be nice though as that would possibly dissipate some of the malicious feelings from earlier.

"... heh, guess it doesn't hurt to start over," Yuu said, his neutral expression improving to a slight smile. He outstretched his hand outwards to the lady, and delicately grasped and shook it. Yuu preferred firm handshakes, but just in case she with was or decided to play the sensitive card, he went with being as careful as possible.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Cerise, I'm Yuu Nozomu." This whole thing was possibly a lie to her... however, as much as he hated the lie, he acted as genuine and generous as possible. Hostilities were at a temporary stand still for now, but it wouldn't hurt to try and get his point across... even though she might fail to grasp it.

"I don't know how things work in Kalos, but I do know we got off to a rough start... just remember, I don't bite unless bitten first." As the boy smiled at the girl, he gave her the hint that he wasn't buying what she was doing. Along with that, he was also given a subtle invitation about what might of transpired during their little... discussion.

Letting go of the girls soft hands, he let his arm drop back to his hips, the flesh encased in the dark blue cloth wiggling before coming to a close. With the newcomers in the general area, Yuu found that maybe they could continue with introductions? As the boy turned, ready to dart for the door to assist the two, Professor Elm made an impeccable introduction, slightly catching Yuu off guard. Jolting a bit, Yuu immediately rotated his head to face the Professor. Elm gave the whole explanation at a swift pace before beckoning the trainers to follow after him and turning away, Yuu watching as he slowly made his way forward.

"... well, I guess we can continue with introductions later," Yuu commented as he rubbed the back of his neck, his smile still glimmering. Turning his head back to its original position, he found himself staring at... a cute blonde girl in a nice shade of green. She had a nervous disposition as he barely caught the girl mumbling something under her breath. Yuu couldn't exactly pinpoint the words coming from her mouth, but he responded to the girl with a friendly smile before saying one final sentence to everyone before departing deeper into the lab.

"Well, I look forward to knowing you all, see you in the lab."

And with that spoken oath, Yuu pivoted around and began walking with Elm, continuing deeper into the confines of the lab.

This was the beginning of the end. Yuu saw an endless stream of opportunities available for him.

And he knew which one he was going to grasp and take for himself.

"My word is my promise... I'll keep my oaths..."

Black Moon, White Night: A Visual Novel-inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Bio - Daichi Arata - Homunculi

Name: Daichi Arata

Age: "20" (157)

Gender: Male

Appearance: This dull looking homu-, er human stands at a height of 5'11". Arata has a slightly darker complexion than others, but remains adequately fair skinned. His hair is a unkempt mess at times with black spikes spring in different directions. On rare occasions, he will try to slick his hair down to give it a "clean" and "smooth" appearance, though there will always be something sticking out. His mouth is always fixated in a frown, as if suspicious of those in the general vicinity. Another feature are the red eyes which seem rather lax to the point of inattentiveness. This gives him the appearance of a bored, unamused adult who can't stand to deal with bizarre anomalies.

His build appears rather frail at times, and he looks almost sluggish due to his looks. He is often seen in a usual black and white getup which sometimes looks stylish depending on the occasion. A white jacket with a few dirty spots near the bottom edges of it which are turning it into a gray shade. He also wears a midnight black button up. Finally, his pants and shoes mimic that same familiar shade of black which asphyxiates any bright colors.

Personality: Distant is one way to talk about Arata. This aloof young man seems relatively off in his own world as he is seen as peculiar in a scary sense. It's like he has no soul and acts rather cold when someone wants to speak with him, harshly telling them to make it quick or he has no time for nonsense. Why he acts annoyed 24/7 isn't exactly clear to college students around the vicinity, but he is shown to be a fan of the occult and the "metaphysical" world people sometimes talk about. Strangely enough, he may be muttering things to himself if supposedly alone. If found, he will eye the on-goer with suspicion and walk away.

However, hiding under that annoyed side is one of fearless, unwavering determination. When he puts his mind to something, Arata will work vehemently to complete the task. He also shows some superiority over those who were previously unaware of the supernatural world to go home and forget this all happened. Arata considers them civilians that do not have to get involved in precarious situations that will endanger them. He also smiles from time to time, but only if he has a pack of gum with him and it's in his mouth; it just makes him feel at peace for some reason.

Abilities: With his rebirth, Arata ended up trading his magic for some other... interesting properties. His "Master" made sure to give him what he needed for being a lightning bruiser - speed, strength, superior vision, the works. This was to ensure that the magi would not fail in the ritual, however he never accounted for the intelligence of the Homunculi coming out. Acrobatics is a thing too since he can't just dart around field full speed expecting to avoid all hits staying on the ground.

Along with that, he plays an unsuspecting human quite well while being wary of people he encounters. On top of that, illusions can't really fool him completely as eventually he will notice something is amiss, however stronger illusions might be able to get past the radar. Also, he does well against physical hits, but when dealing with magical hits, he takes them as well as any other human would when getting blasted by a fire ball or shocked by electricity... which is going to make his job difficult among myriads of magi.

Skills: During his years of extensively brutal training, Arata has garnered a variety of skills in the process. Rigid training cycles required him to be flexible in the events and forced him into positions where he had to use acrobatics to fight or flee. Another is fighting in which he was forced to battle against earthen elementals using grappling techniques to take them down... and on the occasion, use pure strength and no skill to take it down. Social skills could use some work though as that is one of the few things he is just mediocre on... that, and never let him drive a car.

Equipment: None of his equipment can really be identified as "supernatural." He has acquired a few items over his life through legal or illegal ways. His main ranged ways of attacking comes from his only gun - Heckler & Koch Mark 23. Although he isn't an expert in marksmanship, he will favor this is a target is too dangerous to approach or if the victim is unaware. He also needs to make sure that each shot counts due to his finite ammunition. Next is a couple of stolen, but limited amounts of grenades. Only types that he has are flashbangs, sting grenades, and smoke grenades. While these won't kill a person, they can be used for utility when against a magi. You can't hit what you can't see. Other than that, he does actually have a few legal items like pepper spray, and a taser. They may have magic, but technology always helps when at a disadvantage.

Brief Backstory:

"A chance to cheat death? Sounds like an interesting prospect, tell me more."

Arata, as he calls himself now, was a young human alchemist aspiring for eminence, disillusioned by grandeur schemes. Even more so, he was drawn to the beauty of what was known as the White Night of Klarsberg by his family. The family of magi were practitioners of frost, and like it had a cold, structured command. They were slightly lenient towards their firstborn, Arata, who favored alchemy over magic. Eventually after bearing two more children in harmony with the frost, their strictness tightened to the point of suffocating Arata. Even with their deliberate punishments and order, they always spoke of the Origin. This start drew the boy closer to this idea of being the one to procure such a mystical thing, and eventually concluded about going at it himself.

Wishing to find it for himself, Arata continued honing his abilities to prepare himself for what would come in the future. Eventually, he came to participate with his family in the battle royale leading up into the ritual. However, his family always came up short and were never the ones to monopolize the battle in their favor. Each year he participated in it, eventually with his own family he formed. In the end, he never grew close to it and became plagued by the desire. Their strength would allow them the position to obtain the Origin of All Magic. Fearing his agitated thirst, he was left by his family, mother stealing away all of the children they had bore.

Now he was all alone... completely consumed by his desire.

It encompassed the rest of his life as he searched for a way. At the last ritual, another took advantage of his crazed state as he continued to grow older and failed in being the one to take up the spot. The magi explained to him that he could help him get the spot, but only if he trusted them. Suspicious of the deal, Arata inquired details about what was to come from him and how it benefited the magi. The magi explained to him about Homunculis and the ability to last boundlessly in this realm without traversing to the other side. They also replied with the request to help them become one also since their life would not last too much longer. Explaining even more information afterwords, Arata became ensnared by their lies and underwent the ritual. Eventually, after collecting all the material Arata finished his own life, sealing his fate.

The magi attempted to make sure that the soul of the owner of the new body would not recall any of their previous memories and took many precautions such as notching the spell to ensure his rival could not know magic, along with having no memories. Purposely messing up the soul transfer, the Magi ensured that Arata would be like a piece of clay to sculpt for his own devious desires. Programming the new Homunculi afterwords was an arduous task, and the Magi made a few errors that he painstakingly corrected. Eventually, the process of programming was completed and the Homunculi awoke from it's long slumber.

The Magis plans failed to a degree as the only things the Homunculi couldn't recall was his name, most of his memories from his childhood, along with a few blanks, and importantly - most names became lost to him. The Magis errors in how he purposely performed the process caused the previous consciousness of Arata to nest itself in the body and would eventually lead to their downfall. Raising the newborn "human" discretely, the Homunculi "learned" more about the world around him. The magi who he was raised by was insisted to be called master controlled Aratas life. Eventually, the former alchemist grew sick of the stalling, along with reasons why he could not use his alchemy and quizzed his master on if he could use magic. The magi chuckled to himself and responded that there was not a drop of magic in him, however he was enhanced to perform tasks for him which he had been training him for when the next White Night transpired.

Betrayed, the Homunculi sought vengeance for what was bestowed onto him... but bode his time as he wished to procure more knowledge of what he was now capable of. This reached into when his body stopped aging at the age of "20" (92). The old magi eventually fell into the same trap Arata originally became caught in. Seeing this as a chance to take ironic revenge on his former ally, the Homunculi gathered the same materials before burning them all right in front of the old magi. This elicited a spew of unpleasant curses from the magi due to the surprise before those cacophonous shouts were replaced with silence.

With what remained of his humanity, Arata found peace with himself before promptly coming to the realization of what antics he performed. He felt... used to seeing blood and almost unaffected by the body at all. This made him fearful of himself as he began to question his own sanity and if it was even worth attempting to procure the Origin.

"... my magic is gone, my wife and children departed from me because of my volatile state,and I renounced my humanity to become a slave..."

"... this isn't what I asked for..."

Forsaking so many things, Arata bawled out in pain of what he did. His illusions were completely shattered...

Arata eventually decided to start anew on his road to redemption, seeing it as a way to cope with the pyrrhic victory he claimed. He took up the name Daichi Arata and traversed around performing many odd-jobs, refining his new talents...

Sixty-four years later, Arata found himself standing among the same city that the ritual always transpired in. He knew the greed of the magi and how so many sought the Origin. Using the money he saved up, Arata began attending school in the city as a cover just in case anyone became leery of a random hermit who shows up out of oblivion.

"... it should be happening some time this year, I'm sure of it... The ritual should be transpiring soon enough, I just need to bide my time..."

The Matsuokas... always dominating the rituals, making it seem inevitable and pointless for others to participate. They gave false hope to those wishing to procure the Origin. Arata felt they knew what they were doing and believed their greed gleamed brighter than any others...

"... I can't let them have the Origin... I wanted to avoid more bloodshed, but I guess I cannot avert the inevitable... pity what I'm going to have to perform."

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@Dead Cruiser: I'm... not so sure about this. Being able to lock down anything like that seems really easy to abuse. Couldn't he just make it impossible for someone to breath? Or just constantly lock down anything they try and do?

Also, shouldn't he know Displacement? I mean, given what he did.

@Savo: He looks good now, though I'm not completely sure why the mage decided to transfer the consciousness unless you're going for "I want to lord it over him while removing enough memories to make him not understand why" like I thought you initially were. ^^;

@VitaVitaAR

He did it without realizing it to say the least. He wanted to lord over him without understanding anything, but it ended up backfiring without him even noticing...

Which lead to the murder after putting a few of the pieces together.

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@Dead Cruiser: I think there's something I'm not getting here, because I'm just sort of confused. ^^;

@Savo: Well, the programming has to happen afterwards. It's important for the setting that you can't actually apply the same sort of thing to a living human's mind but it'd be easy enough to say it was done after moving the consciousness and soul but before he was awakened.

Edit: Also Shi's picture has been updated.

@VitaVitaAR

So soul transfer first, programming later.

Sounds good to me. I fixed it to where the transfer of the soul happens first, then the programming completely happens afterwords. I think it is finally ready for another check. I made sure to remove the throwing up part and I think he might be ready to go; your call on this ^^

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@Dead Cruiser: I'm not so sure about this. You don't really go into his abilities very much, so with the vague nod to his sealing spells, he's either overpowered or underpowered, it's hard to tell. Blank Canvas edges into an area I don't really like in RPs(perfect ability copying) as well as making him kind of ineffective if it's his primary combat ability given its limitations.

@Savo: "Programming" a homunculus is one of the reasons to even make them, along with the ability to determine physical capabilities. It's essentially custom-making a human, with all the skills and physical traits you want. You can make them, from the moment they're alive, instinctively know how to do things with the same level of skill as someone who has trained their whole life. You can make killing come to someone as naturally as breathing. Messing up during creation of a homunculus can have some pretty horrible results, though.

Also the transfer would have to have happened very, very quickly, since the soul lingers around the corpse for faaaaar longer than the consciousness part does.

@VitaVitaAR

Alright, so all I just need to do is correct the programming stages and make it happen before the death of Arata, and make him question himself after he murders his master instead of making him throw up. Along with that, more memory loss, correct? Don't want to remove all of his memories, so I'll remove all his childhood memories, save for the knowledge of White Night, and have a few blanks across his memory. How does that all sound?

I'm going to keep the training stuff though if that's ok. They may of programmed him, but it never hurts to make sure the process was successful.

Anyways, thank you for helping me in this process Vita! Now it is time to create the ultimate lifeform!



Er, wrong rp.