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Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@The Irish Tree

Well she could already be there teaching ^u^

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Poxanne

Poxanne

"Just hold still and let my babies do the work. There, all better. Now don't go drinking any alcohol for atleast three hours. Seriously, you might explode. Other than that you should be fine. Probably..."

Name: Poxanne (Formerly Alla'fey Typhen, the Toxic Witch)

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Race: Harvin

Element: Earth

Dream: Her motivations are three fold.
- Make the skies a safe place to those special to her.
- Pave the way to Paradise so that others may follow.
- Ennact vengence on the Alchemists Guild by destroying them or rendering them obsolete.

Home: Helmuth

The home of the Alchemist's Guild has since fallen into stagnation. The Alchemist's Guild, in their pursuit of knowledge and power had wrenched every natural resource from the island, almost to the point where it can barely float, and cave ins are common and piece of the island fall to the earth below. While she grew up well taken care of as the daughter of guild members, over time, even their fortunes began to wane. Only a few stubborn souls rule over the island slum.

Gimmicks:

Poxanne’s earth element manifests as an affinity to plants. She’s got a green thumb ever since she was a child and she commonly grows her own medicines and reagents that go into her potions. Like many Harvin, learning and using magic came easy to her, and with her own genius intelligence, the spells she has are vast and many. She can cause vines and wood to grow at a moments notice to entangle her foes, or just make some flowers grow (even on the wood hull of an airship). She has used her alchemical arts to actually create new breeds of plants, and these plants have a number of applications. She will use her magic to full effect if and only if she has to fight alone as collateral damage in terms of poisonous clouds of spores can be just as dangerous to her allies.

When fighting with a group, she is centered on harassment, support, and terrain control by use of her plants but mostly her alchemical reagents. On the offensive she’s got an arm on her and is proficient when it comes to throwing, whether it be grenades or darts. She is clever enough to rig these items as trip wire or pressure traps around the battle field using her small stature to not be noticed too much. She’ll try to also poison or hamper the enemy with her own concoctions if she gets the chance.

Mostly though when it comes to a team fight, its all about keeping her side up. She’ll stay behind the fighters, using her potion, salves, the odd rejuvenation and regeneration spell to heal their wounds, or enhance them with elixers, draughts, and oils. Many an ally had found themselves smashed with a vial of sugar glass and reeking of something foul, only to have the next enemy bullet or blade deflect harmlessly off. All of these effects of course are only temporary, and she does have limited supply on hand.

Personality:

She's a child and a mother. She's a student and a teacher. She's a healer and a killer. Poxanne is a woman of extremes and complications, all hidden behind a veneer of innocence, intellect, and infectious positivity. To most, Poxanne is an eccentric. She is always busying herself with her own thoughts, and loves to socialize and talk. She gets excited for even simple things and loves to teach. She is silly, playful, chatty, and wears her emotions on her sleeve, often over reacting in immature ways. This is all part of her act to distract herself. Behind those eyes, she’s tried. She’s worried. She’s angry. She acts like a child, but she is a genius and has seen more of the skies than most other people she’s met.

When her healing services are needed, whether physical or emotional, Poxanne can be surprisingly motherly and empathetic. She offers kind words, encouragement, and genuine affection. When things get serious and there is no way to lighten the mood with her antics, she wears a smile proudly in the face of adversity to calm those around her. She drops the silliness, she becomes a rock and a pillar that those around her can hold onto to persevere. She strategizes, she calculates, she delegates, taking command if need be to destroy the obstacle.

When she needs to fight herself, whether to protect someone or to right an injustice this demeanor changes. She smiles yes, she talks and teaches as always, no ounce of fear inside her but there is a cold hate behind that smile. She can be merciless, unflinching even as she rips apart a foes inside with her poisonous magic. She seems to relish those moments where her enemies hack up blood or scream from the pain. She shows the reason why she was once called, the Toxic Witch.

Background:

Born inside the guild, Alla'fey was fully indoctrinated into the cult of science and alchemy. She was a natural intellect and even from a young age as a scribe she had her hands in alot of the Guild's activities. She had single handedly developed formula and magi-alchemical processes that twisted ether into transmutation in revolutionary ways. Her specialty however was in the field of organic chemistry, having learned and utilize techniques to save lives despite the conditions. She was the youngest fully certified Alchemist in recent Guild history and was destined to join the greatest of the Guild's Projects, sentient transmutation, so that the secrets of immortality could be in the hands of the Guild.

Having worked on the project, they had run into several impossibilities that were particularly stubborn. Alla'fey left Helmuth to join the Field Researchers, the brave alchemists whom acquire and study samples and elements found on other islands. For years of her life, she would hire monster hunters to slay some poor beast, then to have her acquire the materials from the corpse. She had catalogged dozens of new samples, and while most of them didn't aid with the Project, their applications could not be ignored.

Knowing full well of the effects of elements and chemicals on the human body, the unfortunate concept of a pandemic and quarantine was not unknown to them. Islands could be isolated. Populations with no where to go. Completely dedicated to the guild, Alla'fey would unleash disease upon the enemies of the Guild, killing indiscriminately. On atleast two occasions an island was rendered completely sterile so that the Guild could claim the resources for the dying Helmuth. Whispers would circle of a small child with a bird mask bringing death in her wake. Fear the Toxic Witch...

But some things are more important than loyalty and duty and devotion, and those things can change someone. In her research travels, she had to deal with alot of people, alot of islands and alot cultures. Harvin weren't specific to a few islands, and she found herself on Zigguaraut. She was following a lead, a rumor from an apprentice mapmaker and sky farer. He was charming, funny, persistent. Following the lead became a great adventure and while the lead was a bust, she ended up finding something that changed her. She spent another adventure with him, then another. She fell in love, and found a family, a real family with him. They didnt care what she did, and welcomed her.

She abandoned her name, her title, and her guild, getting married to someone outside of it. It was soon after that the Guild came looking for their cherished asset. Hiding her marriage was easy, hiding the swelling in her belly was not. Making excuses, her loyalty was cast into question and she had to flee before her secret was discovered, the Guild hot on her heels.

Her mistake was trying to return to her husband as she brought the enforcers right to them. The couple tried to flee, taking to the air, with the Guild in pursuit. Despite all her best efforts, all of her magic and knowledge, she was saved by her husband but he was taken. She hadn't seen him since, and she long accepted that he is dead.

Hiding out she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy she named Hans. She had made enough allies in her travels and expeditions that finding a place to hide could be feasible, but the Guild was tenacious. She was their best asset, and knew their darkest secrets. They would hunt her, kill her if she didn't come back. They'd kill or take Hans too, tying up loose ends, something she couldn't let happen.

She left her baby boy with someone who she'd trust, someone who didn't stay in one place. Who would always move, the way she had to always move. The best way to protect him would be out of his life. She'd begin a crusade against her former guild, wearing their gear in spite and mockery, gaining as much power and allies as she could while undermining their efforts and every opportunity.

She remained in hiding, her name, her identity, her past, and her son. She was just an alchemist, a teacher, a healer. Just another member the Guild hired out for ways of earning income. She would claim membership when it was easy to do so, but the word would always sit as bile in her mouth.

Inventory:

Alchemist Field Garb - The Alchemists have a number of different work uniforms and ceremonial robes but Poxanne was a field researcher. Her dark leather robes are greased to make sure potentially dangerous fluids do not linger if splashed on her and diffuse sources of high heat. Particularly useful against fire and acid. In terms of armor, it’s just regular leather.

Alchemist Triage Mask - Following alchemical accidents and foraging in particularly toxic environments, field Alchemists usually wear these masks to protect themselves from noxious fumes and toxic spores. Makes for a great gasmask.

Mantle of the Star Maiden - Having been a skyfarer for nearly a decade, Poxanne had gathered a number of enchanted artifacts. One of her favorites is this oversized hat, something she recieved as a gift on one of her adventures. It’s an amplifier for magic as it acts as a cyphone for latent ether and helps distill it. When in a fully charged area, the hat has a habit of raining down bits of ambient light around its caster. It so compact that the light can be actually held, great sources of light that could be held or thrown.

The Gaian Grimoire - An artifact of her own creation. It contains the information of all the plant species and naturally occurring elements written in a ink of quicksilver and the crushed petals of 111 different flowers with each page painstakingly written to contain alchemical recipes and sigils of transmutation. The book is a powerful alchemical instrument, that can as part of her spells, break down nearby components and transmute them into different items altogether. The elements are absorbed into the pages, refined through the sigils and emerge formed through the transmutation circles that are etched into every twenty fifth page. This break down process cannot be used by anything moving (so no rending down a person amidst a fight for instance) and bigger or more complicated items take more time.

Her little frame also seems to support a small lab of vials, tubes, grenades, jars, flasks, salves, syringes, potion, medical equipment, alchemical tools, and a myriad of other gadgets for observation and research. She carries enough on her in her giant backpack and pouches that she can perform surgery, conduct her experiments, and brew potions.

More ‘mundane’ weapons are her grenades whether shrapnel, fire, smoke, or poisonous (Choking Gas) and she has a number of darts, mostly tipped with paralytics.

She is currently not married, she has a wedding ring on a chain around her neck which she never takes off. Next to that is a little locket that looks like a blooming flower.

Still need to do her history, but anything that needs changes now, let me know.

Scion: A Modern Odyssey

Now where did I put that character sheet...?

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@The Irish Tree

Earth is all thats left huh? Hmm...

Would you be open for the powers of earth to manifest as something dealing with plants, (a 5th element in eastern cultures is metal or wood aka plants) Plants attribute to both herbs and poisons. Maybe a secondary affinity to water which combines with earth to work with plants?

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

@The Irish Tree

Okay so shes all about healing, ie working with the body. I wonder about her element? I want there to be something subtly sinister about her.

Water cause of blood
Or
Dark cause of poison. (Cause all medicines are poisonous... it depends on the dosage.)

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Hello, if you are still looking, would a Harvin healer from the Alchemist Guild be remiss in your story?

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Ozzy

Name:

Appearance:


Race: Owl Harpy
While most Harpy species could be considered bird brains, the harpies that take after owls are notably more intelligent and wise. While their scientific pursuits are stymied by the fact they don't have hands as others do they make use of their dexterous and clawed feet for manipulation or simply watch and make observations from a distance. They construct libraries in their cliffside towns and regularly associate with other races, trading knowledge for curios from other cultures.

Magic: Nothing that would be considered inherently magical. That cape that is draped around his back are actually his wings. He can unfurl them in an instant and take to the skies to fly. They are sturdy and he can drag another person of equal size with him for a short time, his feet acting as grasping claws. They also act as a pretty capable cloak and helps to emphasize his emotions and reactions.

Abilities:

• Notable Scholar, when it comes to academy or lore, he knows a bit about everything with specialties in human and monster biology, sociology and culture.
• Quick Witted, being a learned man, owl... he can think and talk on his feet, trying to diffuse the situation with logic and honeyed words as necessary
• Quick Study, learning new things just becomes easy to him. Give him a few day in a library and he'll have memorized maps, found a few stories about something, and can recite crucial information about whatever he needs.
• Worldly Traveler, you need to know how to survive in this hostile world, and he's got some know how. Whether its preparing meals, catching them, making shelters, mending clothes, finding trails, etc, he's prepare to rough it if needed.
• Multi Lingual, languages help bring people together, and thus he knows plenty, acting as interpreter or diplomat.
• Claw to Claw Combat, while no expert, tussling with the various dangers of the world has taught Ozzy to know how to use his wings, claws, whip, and sometimes his teeth to get out of sticky situations. He knows its better to avoid a confrontation altogether, but if in trouble he's at least capable enough to escape without losing too many feathers.

Equipment:

• Travel Pack
• Research Journal and sketch book with instruments
• Spyglass, Compass, and Maps
• Leather Bound Whip - His main source of defense. Pain works great on beastial monsters but he doesn't want to do anything permanent. He knows that some monsters crave a male for various reasons and he'd rather not be put into that position if he could avoid it.

Personality: Ozzy has grown up around intellectuals for most of his life and that bit of intelligent superiority kind of rubs off. He feels egotistical when hes able to teach, but thats mainly only cause he loves too! Ozzy is a social butterfly when it comes to talking to others, really picking their brain with a genuine interest into how they live their lives. Always curious, he loves to study, make observations, test theories and share results. It has given him a healthy positive disposition and most can definitely see him as a source of joy and enlightenment. He is deeply passionate in his goal of uniting humans and all monsters together and will pry into a couple to the point of annoyance when he comes across them, making sure to record whatever is said. Outside of those moments, Ozzy is always smiling and will fly to the moon and back to make others do the same. He knows its favors and actions that will bring folks together. He considers his humanitarian efforts, just part of the job, one hes thankful for.

Background: In an unassuming mountain town that had developed relations with the local harpy population, a Harpy teacher married a Human Sociologist. Ozzy is the result of this partnership, a considered miracle by their parents. His early childhood was spent on their expeditions to far off lands with his parents. After marriage, his mother quit her position in order to be with her husband, and took up his banner. While the world was in turmoil, the two wanted to change that. Finding a way to bring cultures together. Ozzy took their teachings and xenophilia to heart, and discovered a passion for it.

Around his teen years, his parents managed to get some backing to building something amazing. They were going to call it, an embassy. It was supposed to be a neutral meeting place where peoples of all shapes and sizes would be welcomed. Dwarves, Demons, it didn't matter in the slightest. Ozzy took up the mantle of trying to gather intel and funds to help make his parents dream come true. While his father figured him too young, he was old enough to be considered an adult for a harpy, and so after some prodding and preparation, Ozzy was sent out.

And so, Ozzy took to the skies, moving from land to land, spreading the word through action and education. His expedition so far had acquired minimal success, but there were always more opportunities in every village and city he visited. Thankfully his appearance allowed him to not stand out too much as human or non human, so he could work without too much questions or stereotyping.

Favorite Girl: Throughout the whole encyclopedia, I found I like the Unicorn Type Centaur the most. Call me old fashion, but I love the idea of my one and only.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

I have no idea what kind of character I can make but I'm into comedy atm so I'll play.

My Hero Academia: Of Gods and Men

Hey there. Is this still going?

I have a few character concepts.

A power house with a super strength quirk. Shes kind of larger than life in terms of disposition. A complete diva.

A swarmer with a mutation quirk where he is made of and controls paper. Kind of a jerk and arrogant but has a strategic mindset.

I can easily come up with another character that fills a power and personal niche. I'm watching the series right now and I need my fix.

The Mage Guild of Alsijan

Character Name: Marius
Time of Day: Early Morn
Location: Dormitory Common Room
Interacting with: Anyu @TaliPaendrag; Sylvanna @Etranger; Orky @OrkytheOrc; Rahele @Moyai

I don't like being touched.

Marius gave her a confused stare for just a moment, he withdrew his hand and instead just crossed his arms. He calculated, calculated, recalculated. His eyes widened with a knowing glance before he smile. "Ahh. You're the one with a tragic backstory. Of course. There has to be one minimum with each party." The knowledge and complete and utter compacting of her underlying problems seemed to come to him as good news. He then shot her a very intense look, the same one he had given Brandon during the end of their discussion. Lording over her he clenched his teeth into his smile and gave her a very cryptic.

"You're going to be perfect..."

And just like that he let the moment pass, slipping from one emotional extreme to the next. His demeanor softened as he proudly proclaimed with a big tooth grin to her. "Right, Anyuki you're with me until the journey is over. I have to admit. Saving the world is going to be more fun with a colorful batch of heroes by my side."

As he began to address the others whom agreed to follow his lead and example.

The elf got into the spirit. She'd probably be considered pretty if she didn't open her mouth and giggle like an idiot. Regardless he addressed her with a nod, wondering if she'd need assist to lift the orc with the concussion. He was still a mystery. Marius' only knowledge being is that he was afraid of imaginary mummies. But she had a place in his grand design too but it was hard to tell which slot she'd be considered best with. He supposed that would be revealed soon enough. If anything he immediately softened up to the idea that she was going to drag the ork and join them in the companionship exercise that is the noble tradition of breakfast. He sighed that the biggest guy in the room was really out of commission. "He'll need some work." He said, turning his nose up.

Then the other in the room came. Marius sized her up. Pretty, he guessed. Pretty enough for the hero image so that was something. She did have a way of standing out, as her silvery hair, eyes, and odd pattern sheen to her clothing. Pretty good enchantment? Alteration? The utility magic he was unfamiliar and dismissive of.

Then she spoke and Marius entire demeanor seemed to change. For a stark moment, he seemed entranced. He leaned forward, arms at his side and mouth hanging open slightly as she talked, as if all that mattered in the world was her and the display she was presenting and it was blowing him away. It was almost a little too spirited how he looked at her, but his eyes never wavered from her face. She finally agreed to his suggestion and her words stopped. He raised his fist before him, clenching it as if ready for battle, his eyes narrowing and brow furrowing towards her. He was almost giggling to himself by the excitement of it all.

"Got you. That makes three..."

Again just as quickly again, he let his hands drop and return to his normal smug self. It was very unclear that he was even grasping the content of what she was saying and the purpose of it, seeming to be enraptured only by the wisdom she possessed and not the wisdom itself. "Wow, this is going way faster than I thought..." He said turning away from them with his hand over his mouth, hiding the words from view but not hearing. He turned back to her with a grin. "Welcome aboard to our little adventure - ummm... What's your name again?" He asked before starting to make his way towards the entrance.