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Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

@Enkryption,@Guess Who
As the slime's explosive prowise was exercised, and the gigantic forest fire was contained, the townspeople would stop running, look at the forest, then at Charlotte, before kicking down the door of a nearby barn, passing pitchforks to one another in an orderly line. "H-Hey um...Sorry about that...I just uh..." Charlotte was saying, just as the villagers started forming a perfect spearmen's formation, a wedge of bodies and pitchforks progressing towards her and Tristan. Put simply, their teamwork was impeccable. And that's why Charlotte immediately ran away, screaming shrilly as spare pitchforks got flung at her. Thankfully for Tristan, she was very good at avoiding the spears, and not in the "Oh here, hold this for me Tristan" sort of way, but more that her footwork was incredibly skilled.

Well, at least he could rest assured that his companion was very, very good at running away. Making a mad dash towards where C-3 in her fun-sized form now stood, Charlotte wouldn't hesitate to scoop her up with her tail, curling the flexible muscle into a seat for her tiny slimy friend. "C-3, we gotta book it! This is bad, this is really bad...they think that I ruined their whole town...I mean, I did, but its not such a big deal!" she whined, on the verge of tears. This was absolutely humilating, a high ranking demon having to run from the buffest peasants in the land, all because a know-nothing hero ordered her to use a fireball that was WAY overkill for a level 1 slime.

"Oh yeah, Tristan, C-3, C-3, Stuck-up-boring hero." she would say, pointing to Tristan, then C-3, then back to Tristan in that order for introductions. "Also aww...yer sho kewt~!" she said, using her free hand to pinch C-3's cheek, the tranquil smile on her face almost being enough to make the group forget the MOB approaching.

@Suku
Meanwhile, the resident failure of "Who Wants to be the Final Boss" contest was quickly finding herself being pursued by peasants that were far from pushovers. In fact, they were a really good form of stress relief, if not for the fact that they seemed to just kind of appear out of buildings...if she paid attention, she'd notice that there were apparently dozens of them capable of just popping out of homes whenever one fell in battle.

From her elevated position however, she would easily spot that the Hero and his explosive companions were heading to the west out of town as fast as they could, towards [New Home Town]. Perhaps she could attempt to ambush them, and catch them in a pincer before they arrived at [New Home Town]?

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Rhodri Gwynfor

Song Knight

Rhodri

Name: Rhodri Gwynfor
Title: The Vanguard
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Grade: 3rd
Academy: United Academy of Song Knights' of Crescendo.
Height: 6'4
Weight: 237 lbs.

Personality: Confident and collected, Rhodri is the shining example of a groomed upbringing. He is almost always presentable, well kempt and poised, though his abilities to be a little less direct in his choice of words leave something to be desired. He strives to be polite, but will often times wind up insulting someone without realizing the negative connotations of his words. He is also terrible at gauging the capabilities of other people, and will often assume that tasks that are easy enough for him should be so simple anyone could do it.

As one might expect, when your parents are important, other important people will want to mingle you with their children. As such, it is hard for Rhodri to say that he's ever made any real friends, having been engrossed in his training and education more than anything, leaving little room for anyone else. In fact, a genuine approach of friendship made to him might leave him speechless.

History: Born the 3rd son of 4 to Talfryn Gwynfor, Rhodri was born into a life of great privelege, but also one of great expectation. Each son of Gwynfor was brought up with the loftiest of expectations in due line with the reputation their family upheld. Being born of the second marriage of Talfryn with Mariva Godwin, there was always a slight rift between him and his two eldest brothers that not even brotherly camaraderie could overcome, mostly since it was largely assumed the majority of the estate, inheritance, and political importance garnered from both would go only to the one deemed worthy as the successor to Talfryn. The youngest brother Brother, Morgan, and kin to Rhodri was the least focused on the competition between brothers, mostly due to his frail body and sickly nature preventing him from ever having a true chance at becoming a Song Knight.

In spite of the enormous pressure to succeed placed upon him, Rhodri found great company in his and Morgan's mother. Mariva was a kindly woman who, in spite of their marriage being purely for political purposes, devoted herself whole-heartedly to Talfryn. Tensions would only grow further, as a year before Rhodri was to be enrolled into Crescendo his eldest brother's life was brought to a swift and painful end on the field of battle against a
swarm of Dissonance in an effort to protect one of the Southwestern boglands. Carrying the heart of his eldest brother and greatest opponent in his heart, Rodric did all he could within Crescendo to hone himself.

Instrument and Weapons: For his weapons, Rhodri uses a pair of flanged maces that are hollowed in the shaft in order to drive more of the force of impact to the heads. Beyond being made of durable steel, not much is of note to his maces save for that they seem to be very well-used. In terms of an Instrument, Rhodri will use his own muscular physique as a drum, pounding on his flesh with his hands. While in his armor, he will use his maces on his armor instead in order to conduct the sound, the durable spirit armor having become accustomed to the blows. Still kinda smarts though.

Magic: Rhodri's magic involves extending the protection offered by his Spirit Armor to others in the form of a song that gently wraps itself around the user's allies. The spell itself has to be cast once for each individual he chooses to extend protection to, and for each extra he extends it to, it divides itself accordingly. The protection also seems to slightly boost the effects of the person's Song Magic as well.

Other:

As the son of a noble house, Rhodri is well-versed in etiquette and manners, as well as being a surprisingly good dancer.
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Spirit

Spirit Form

Armament Form

Name: Hywel
Title: Devourer of Sins, Eater of Woes
Gender: Male
Element: Earth/Light
Rank: B
Height: In his Spirit form, he is 7ft. tall exactly, while his armament form will fit itself to perfectly accomodate the user's height, unless they are of a monstrous size.
Weight: In his Spirit form, he weighs 534 lbs, while his armament form will weigh a mere fraction at 36 lbs.

Appearance: A draconic beast of great size, Hywel's most defining characteristics are the singular broken wing on his back, the fact that he has no legs, merely a rather short, snake-like tail, and a maw that stretches all the way to the center of his torso. He is certainly one big mouthed lizard, with an almost armor-like hide that aids him in shrugging off weaker attacks.

Personality: As a spirit that (probably didn't) had held great importance, Hywel is very full of himself, believing that even with his diminished strength, he is still a being that commands respect from mortals and lesser spirits...which he also deems to be every spirit he meets. In terms of morality, he is a spirit that believes that laws are made as unbreakable absolutes, and will often chastize others who break or bend societal expectations.

In his words, a soul is "Most Delicious when pure" and as such he views his new life as an opportunity to no longer devour the wicked, but instead to sample the benevolent. He will encourage relationships between favorably moral allies and his master in order to curry a chance to lick at the fruits of their morality.

Powers: In spite of his girth, Hywel himself is fairly weak as far as spirits go, with his only true power being to form a suit of Armor on someone that he comes into contact with. He tends to synergize better with people he believes "Taste" good, which also means that in turn the armor will become much more protective and maneuverable depending on how much he favors someone's flavor. According to him, Rhodri tastes "Somewhat Dry, with a hint of Sweet aftertaste." Given that this armor form is his only Power, the armor itself rangers from simply plate-mail quality to Juggernaut Status based on the "flavor" of the person using it. On a scale of 1-10, Rhodri himself weighs in at about a 7. On a day where he's done several good deeds, it could be assumed it jumps to 8.

Other:

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First Name	Kyoko
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Last Name	Hirayama
Birthday	11/03
Region	East Asia/Japan
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Age	34
Gender	Female
Bio	Kyoko's life experiences would be summarized as average at best. She never especially suffered, or had great fortune, her hobbies were usually kept to herself, and up until she graduated from her university, she'd mostly just coasted through life with middling to average performance allowing her to get by. That lack of fulfillment in her life has compounded, resulting in her feeling that she's wasted a good part of her life, and especially her youth, idling away while her former friends went on to become successful. Working a job at her best friend's company as her secretary, Kyoko has gone a solid five years without a single date, and now that she's nearing the middle of her life, the pressure has started to get to her. In spite of her lackluster existence and lack of excitement in her life, she's taken to the escapist hobby of online gaming to eek out a bit of excitement from virtual experiences. Though, now that she's STUCK in said online game, she can't help but feel a tad bit excited. If asked whether she'd want to return home, she'd lie about having something to go back to, all the while wishing that this endless dream would never have to end.

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Kon-Konee

	Age	21
	Gender	Female
	Race	Fox Tail
	Tale	A charming golden haired woman that goes about, seeking adventure and excitement. Most normal players wouldn't recognize her, but she's become rather famous as a frequenter of casinos all over Elder Tale, even once taking a trip to Las Vegas in the game's Half-Gaea Project created world, only to win a fortune in gold. Truly, she is the golden fox of fortune, even if that does mean that she spent more time fighting one-armed bandits than two-armed ones. Her spirit and eagerness is unmatched, and in a pinch, she is dependable to turn the tides of a battle, and rains death and prayers from afar with the bow she TOTALLY didn't just buy off of somebody. What? A few million gold wasn't going to wait to spend itself!

Main Class: Kannagi Lv54

Skill Name	Info Example
Protective Barrier	Info Also known as Pentagram Barrier, the caster reduces the damage received by 20% to an individual ally. It is 4 times stronger than Purification Barrier, but has a longer cool-down time.
Banishing Charm	Info A spell that produces a silver barrier around each member of a party, equal to 15% of their Max HP that will take damage before their HP. Does not block damage from certain status effects, such as poison.
Talisman of Security	Info A single target talisman based spell that allows a Kannagi to place a 25% HP barrier upon a single target. It can stack upon itself and other barrier abilities, but due to the above average cooldown, stacking them is best prepared before an encounter. In addition, a Kannagi can only employ five of these barriers at a time.
Notice of Exorcism	Info This spell clears one debuff from an ally. It has a cooldown time of 20 seconds.
Prayer for the Soul (Rerolled from Healing Prayer)	Info Prayer for the Soul is a spell that resurrects an ally who dies in a battle. It has a long casting time, and it uses a lot of MP. As a result, this spell is not practical for use in a battle field. The spell's cooldown time is 300 seconds.
Force Shield (Rerolled from Firefly Light	Info Defensive Magic that creates a magical barrier in a wide area in front of the caster. Invaluable for offensive magic casters that lack the ability to equip shields, and is useful for protecting wounded allies in a pinch.

Active Subclass: ? Lv#

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Roleplay Subclass: Gambler Lv 62

Skill Name	Info Example
Road to Fortune	Info A skill that is grounded in the Gambler class' reputation as "One willing to risk everything for a chance at victory". While it sounds grandiose, all it does in fact do is increase the amount of gold received from killing monsters by 10%.
Afforded Loss	Info Whenever a member of the Gambler subclass fails to succeed in gambling, they are refunded 10% of their gold. This works on nearly all forms of wagers, and, in some cases, even things substituted as gold are kept.
Eliminating All Possibilities	Info A simple skill that greatly increases one's chance at succeeding at gambling, so long as their opponent is less than half their level as the Gambler Subclass. One without the subclass is considered level 1.
Golden Goose's Pluck	Info When the user gathers a material using a Gathering subclass, they have a slightly higher chance for it to be a Higher Quality Material
All or Nothing	Info Staking everything on victory, a Gambler using this skill expends all but 1 HP in order to add the equivalent to their Luck stat, allowing for some absurdly high luck during any form of gambling. To balance this, the opportunity for this skill to trigger is only 1% at any given time, making it impossible to count on it.

Passive Subclass: Chef Lv51

Skill Name	Info Example
Cullinarian's Art	Info Enables the user to attempt crafting all Novice level Cooking Recipes.
Cullinarian's Experiences	Info Enables the user to attempt crafting all Apprentice level Cooking Recipes. Novice level recipes take less time to produce.
Cullinarian's Knowledge	Info Enables the user to attempt crafting all Intermediate level Cooking Recipes. Apprentice level recipes take less time to produce.
Cullinarian's Establishment	Info Enables the user to attempt crafting all Journeymen level Cooking Recipes. Intermediate level recipes take less time to produce.
Cullinarian's Pride	Info Enables the user to attempt crafting all Expert level Cooking Recipes. Journeymen level recipes take less time to produce.

Equipment

Hama Yumi

Rarity	Info Artifact
Classification	Info Bow
Ammo /Durability	Info Requires Arrows. High Durability
Factors	Info [Demon-Bane],[MP Steal],[Long-Range],[Magic Defense Penetration],[Holy Enchanted],[Purification]
Details	Info A sacred bow of purification, capable of expelling demonic energy and cutting through evil itself with each loosed arrow. Carries a bonus to damage against Demonic enemies, and has a low chance to remove a debuff on the user whenever they land an arrow.

Foxbane Cloak

Rarity	Info Production-Class
Classification	Info Cloth Chest Armor
Durability	Info Medium
Factors	Info [Hate Minus],[MP Regen],[Barrier Power ++]
Details	Info A commissioned chest armor fit for Kon-Konee's playstyle of being a ranged shield-healer. Rather simply, it provides a slight boost to her MP Regen, along with an increased 5% to her single target HP Barriers.

Prankster Mask

Rarity	Info Magical
Classification	Info Head Armor
Durability	Info Medium
Factors	Info [Hate Minus],[Focus Up]
Details	Info A mask fashioned after a fox's ears that Kon-Konee wears on the side of her head. Doesn't provide much defensively, but does increase her accuracy.

Greedy Mitts

Rarity	Info Production-Class
Classification	Info Cloth Gloves
Durability	Info Low
Factors	Info [Wide Barrier ++],[Gold+],[Magic Def+]
Details	Info An item awarded to Kon-Konee after winning 100 hands of Poker in one of the many casinos of Elder Tale. Increases gold drop rate, as well as providing a bonus +5% to her party-wide barrier skills.

Wonder Down

Rarity	Info Magical
Classification	Info Cloth Leggings
Durability	Info Low
Factors	Info [Mouse Step],[Paralyze Res+],[Accuracy +]
Details	Info A simple, comfortable pair of leg-armor that Kon-Konee often wears. Makes her footsteps lighter, in addition to increasing her resistance to paralysis.

Compartment Quiver

Rarity	Info Common
Classification	Info Quiver
Factors	Info [Ammo Count +++]
Details	Info A simple, yet very large quiver that Kon-Konee often uses, mostly because of its high ammo count of 200 Arrows.

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FREAKY FISH MAN!

K a i t o

ignore the crotch, he's got an anaconda sized dong
“...Hey man, just because you smell something fishy, doesn't mean it's me. That's just racist.”

Theme Song

_{N A M E}

Kaito Mikami

_{A G E}

16

_{O R I G I N}

Noboribetsu, Japan

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y T R O P E S}

Trusting
Tenacious
Protective
Impulsive
Brash
Slow-Witted

_{D E S C R I P T I O N}

A relatively tall figure at 5'11", Kaito is very clearly from a family that doesn't quite look...normal.
Indigo phosphorescent lines cross his purple, rubbery skin and give off a faint glow that's really only visible in dim lighting or total darkness. Resembling something more akin to a monster than a hero, while his chest is rather muscular with fully developed pectoral and abdominal muscles visually, his limbs are long and lanky because of his quirk, seeming to just be straight with no joint beyond the wrists and ankles. His skin is relatively cool most of the time, and his phosphorescent lines will flare up brighter if he's pissed off enough. his eyes are pure white orbs that seem to have no definable pupil, when in actuality it is just freakishly tiny and lacking any sort of iris. Like, microscopic tiny.

His hair is a white shade that seems to only really grow from the back of his head, giving him a strange "Balding Majestic" haircut. Bizarrely, he actually needs to shave, or else he'll start to grow two long, bizarre tendrils from his upper lip that resemble a catfish's whiskers.

_{Q U I R K T Y P E}

Mutation

_{Q U I R K D E S C R I P T I O N}

A strange mixture of muscle compacting, bone manipulation, and elasticity is embodied solely in his limbs,
in the form of his quirk: Over Extend. His quirk has a passive effect on the bone and muscle structure of his arms and legs, causing them to lack a defining middle joint to support them. While this should normally mean his lack of a patella greatly decreases his leg functionality, his unique muscle and bone structure is capable of circumventing the need for the central point of a knee or an elbow. His walk is a bit funky, but is fully functional. This muscle and bone alteration has lead to his limbs becoming very slim and noodle-y, almost resembling tubes when completely straight.

When he "extends" his muscles, his bones will oddly follow through along with his skin and ligaments, creating a unique "Stretching" of appendages that retains the overall strength of his limbs while greatly increasing their range. As his quirk only truly affects his arms and legs and not the actual hands/feet associated with them, those are left completely unaffected by the quirk and unable to extend in any capacity. However, his current maximum limit for stretching his arms out at a completely comfortable distance is about 20 feet. At any point past that, his muscles begin to experience the amount of fatigue one would get from weightlifting, and an extension past 30 feet will almost assure muscle tearing. Beyond extending however, he is also able to coil his snake-like appendages around things, people included to restrain or hold onto them. As such, his quirk is best used for "Restrain and Capture" operations, or switch-hitting from a distance. Its useful for mobility as well, given that he can just stretch his arms out to grab objects and pull himself to them. In the future his capacity for extending his arms may grow, but for now going beyond 20 feet will cause heavy repercussions.

_{C A P A B I L I T I E S}

A former delinquent turned wannabe hero, Kaito has been in quite a few scrapes for little reason other than a bad mood and a punchable face being present, and as such comes pre-packaged with hands primed for the catching. His shitty attitude in middle school also lead him to have a bit of a lack of manners in dealing with others, though around his family he seems to put on a whole other persona to keep his parents from worrying about him.

Beyond his boring ability to "punch things kinda good", he's also a decent enough cook, owed mostly to him learning his favorite recipes by heart so that he'd never have to settle for eating stuff he didn't really find appealing. Or to show off. From his time spent helping out at the family's combination Inn and Spa, he's learned basic massage techniques that help to alleviate stress in joints, and overall give you the best damn massage you ever had from a muscle noodle arm. Also he can kinda glow in the dark.

_{C H A R A C T E R G O A L S}

To try and play a unique archetype for a BNHA rp that I don't see a lot: The freaky looking guy with a bizarre quirk. Tokoyami is one of my favorites, so I want to try and play a similar enough concept with a strange quirk/user, but in a semi-unique way. In addition, I'm a sucker for delinquents making something of themselves in stories, and I don't mind playing the dumbest guy in the room for comedy.

I just want to try and make Kaito believable, and show his growth from wayward teenager into someone who wants to help other people as a hero, and live up to his full potential. That and because the idea of his dumb noodle arms flailing around and slapping someone's shit in amuses me greatly.

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Belvast, Demigod of Portals

Name: Belvast

Alias: Bellcat, Builder of Gateways, Architect of Portals, Eater of Fish, That Cat-Eared Bastard

Gender: Male

Domain (Portfolio): Space (Portals)

Domain (Portfolio) Description: The domain of Space related to...well...physical space. If there is a place reachable in this universe, it is governed by the laws of Space. That is to say, that Space is an absolute, as is time. As long as there is something existing, there is Space around it and occupied by it. Absolute space in its own nature, without relation to anything external, remains always similar and immovable. The Portfolio of Portals involves the movement of people or things quickly and nearly instantly, with the ability to establish Gates that the user can open and close at will to let a being enter from either side to come out the other, so long as the destination is governed by conventional space.

Alignment: Lawful Indifferent

Personality: Belvast is a wanderer, an aimless drifter that seeks only to see, and to meddle with the affairs of the world as little as possible, unless he is forced to. He is prone to taking naps for years at a time, and only considers establishing portals to be tasks worth his time, second only to the exploration of Galbar. He is a fan of mortal pleasures, namely gambling, and can't help but take bets when they're friendly. He's also a sucker for good deals, and always keeps his end of a bargain. Naivete deems that he also expects all parties to keep up their end of bargains as well, and he will become furious if he is swindled out of something he’s earned.

Appearance:

Belvast

Belvast’s form is rather short in stature, leaving him standing at only 2ft 7, with his ears taking up a good bit of his height. He has three eyes, though he hides the almost constantly shut third eye beneath his hatwear, as he doesn’t technically need it to see. The eye itself is pitch black, and only opens once he has a portal open.

Musical Themes:

The Wanderlusting Wanderer

The Tuna Loving Lazy Cat

The Puss Giving You The Boot

Description: A gambler, a merchant, and, oftentimes, a lazy drifter who just goes where he pleases unless he'll offend someone by going there. Surprisingly a hard worker, if made to perform a task via a wager or promise, and is deeply devoted to people that he deems worthy of his affection.
Concealment Level: 3
Detection Level: 3

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Master of Caster

Appearance

A young man of short stature at only 4'11", Joachim is often mistaken for being younger than he is, and his cheerfulness certainly doesn't dissuade many from thinking he's maybe only twelve. His caramel colored hair is perpetually a mess, would spill down past Kim's eyes if he were to not tuck some of it back. His skin is relatively pale, and his physique is nothing out of the ordinary for a boy his age.

Name:
Joachim (Kim) Heikkinen

Nicknames:
Brat, Kim

Age:
14

Gender:
Male

Master of:
Caster

Command Seal Location:
Right forearm. Command Seals resemble a circle broken into two by a large, jagged shape. The semi circles have scattered shards that fleck off in thin strokes, as if it were debris flying away from a point of impact.

Origin:
Congregate; "To bring together the dregs and the weak, and to dance amongst them."

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Personality:
A bright and cheerful person, Kim is one to see the brightest part of any situation...within reason, of course. His optimism is far from boundless, and in the cases of combat he is often lost in the chaos of it all. He is known to be a thoughtful person, often making observations about others in order to better his interactions with them. He is easily lost in observing things, and is thus able to become tunnel visioned, losing sight of the world around him in favor of what he's trying to understand. Coming from a family of mages specializing in the healing arts, he has never really been one to pick fights or revel in violence. Despite the rather snobbish nature of mages, he doesn't really view anybody in particular being above or beneath him, either just not seeing, or refusing to acknowledge the differences a prestigious bloodline makes in one's ability.

In regards to Caster...he is wary of her. Despite her kind words and actions to him, as well as her insistence on him not following her for fear of disturbing him with her magecraft, he can't help but feel that there is something sinister about the woman. He trusts her, as far as combat abilities go, but is reluctant to say that he greatly fears being alone with her. He is unlikely to use command seals to force her to do something, mostly due to Caster seeming to always have the best intentions in regards to her allies. He fears that at some point, he may be forced to use three seals to make Caster take her own life.

Biography:
The unremarkable life of Kim was just that; Relatively unremarkable and plain, even for one knowledgeable of the secret world of magecraft and the Clock Tower. His entire family was spawned from a mix of magus and non-magus relations creating a new family, which, had started roughly 200 years ago. The fifth generation was the one Kim was brought into, as the second child of four. Like all relatively new magus families, his was rarely respected, treated as nothing more than third rate healers that are barely more efficient than normal doctors. High expectations were placed on him and his siblings, including expensive and intensive tutoring sessions from professors of magecraft.

Kim was shielded somewhat due to being only the second child, but the training was arduous nonetheless. His oldest sister even at one point considered running away from home, an action quickly dissuaded by her realizing that if she left, all expectations would fall to Kim, along with the primary lessons. Knowing the sacrifices his sister made, Kim would comfort her in her short periods of free time, as would his younger siblings. Their father wasn't cruel to them, but showed a callous hatred of most people, especially the upper crust of the Clock Tower that had basically written off the entire family as a magical dead end. His actions would grow more and more ridiculous, as would his lessons, reaching the point that he was actively injuring the servants of their household, dragging them into sound proofed rooms for his children to practice their healing upon.

After long years of training, at the age of 21, his sister developed her own magecraft through their healing techniques. It was a breakthrough that Kim so far has been completely unable to replicate, a spell the likes of which seemed capable of resurrection of a recently deceased individual. The family's lesson plans became significantly less strict, and, with something new created, his father felt that they could finally gain prestige, and grow their family into one capable of being recognized by the Clock Tower. Through the grape vine, Kim's family became aware of the Grey Family's servant summonings, and, at the insistence of his father and with a number of strings pulled, the unsuccessful second born son was flown off to London, the tip of a sword carried in a box, a priceless artifact that weighed nothing compared to the fear welling inside him. If he were to survive and win...then what else could he wish for, but to live a normal life rather than the one offered to him?

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Magecraft Section:

School of Magecraft:
Healing

Skills/Spells List: (Please include how many times you can cast specific spells)

Object Flow: Brew (6 Times): Skilled in the crafting of basic potions and poisons, Kim is more than capable of brewing up several, each taking up the course of roughly an hour to produce. A single usage of Brew makes enough Healing Potion/Poison to be effective for 2 people. His healing potions are similar in terms of power to his Suture spell,

Object Flow: Repairing Touch (3 Times): A healing spell that channels Od from the user into an inanimate object that is damaged in some way shape or form. After a few moments, the materials of the object become replaced with exact replicas, at least in terms of form and stability. Mechanically complex things cannot be repaired to functioning capacity by this spell alone.

Outward Flow: Tourniquet (2 Times): A simple, but effective healing method that forces the target's wounds to cease bleeding, even internally. While this does indeed cause blood to clot right away, it shouldn't be mistaken as having "fixed" anything. Further treatment would be required in order to fully heal a person. The spell loses its effectiveness after 30 minutes of taking effect.

Inward Flow: Inhalation (2 Times): A reversal of an opponent's Cursecraft that is a signature spell of the Heikkiken magus family. Rather than purging foreign Od, Kim is capable of integrating it into his own supply and immediately use it for the purpose of repairing his body. Naturally, incredibly advanced Cursecraft is capable of bypassing it, but would still be greatly weakened should Kim activate this spell.

Outward Flow: Suture (5 Times): An influx of Od intended to force the healing processes of one's own body to accelerate beyond what is normally possible, repairing bones in hours and completely restoring destroyed tissue over the course of minutes. In a strange way, this spell is almost like a curse due to the nature of application.

Inward Flow: Carapace (3 Times): By condensing Od around his skin, Kim is capable of hardening his body to an extreme degree, capable of completely shrugging off most forms of normal physical damage for periods of roughly 10 minutes at a time. This does not make him invincible however, as a strong enough shock would cause damage to him internally. A bootleg form of Reinforcement of one's own body, this is a crude spell that would only really be effective against normal humans.

Outward Flow: Reconstitution (1 Time): A difficult spell causes a lost body part to be restored (albeit rather painfully) by stimulating the recipient's Magical Circuits to heal it back into place.

Amount of Magecraft Mana:
C+

Quality of Magic Circuits:
C

Other:
Has a love of fried foods, and has a habit of keeping paper menus from restaurants that he's visited and enjoyed.

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Caster of Fraticide

Appearance

A fair skinned woman bearing unusually pointy ears, Caster is a dainty figure, looking as if she has never held a weapon in her life. Her golden hair is perpetually kept bound by a white band across her scalp, and eyes are reminiscent of the sun itself. She is almost perpetually clothed in formal dress wear, and an unusual air surrounds her. She is a being of unnatural beauty, and from a glance it is easy to tell that she is more than simply human. She is almost never seen without a warm smile on her face, most unsettlingly so when she is performing her magic.

Class Name:
Caster

Nicknames:
Princess, Pale Woman

Alignment:
Chaotic Evil

Servant of:
Joachim (Kim) Heikkinen

Weapon(s):

Wish:
To have her beloved in her arms once again, at the height of power.

Personality: Caster is...complicated, to say the least. She is prone to being very upbeat, cordial, and incredibly polite when dealing with others, but has been shown to be capricious within her own workshop, often creating something and initially boasting that it was a major breakthrough, only to discard it mere moments later as "gutter trash" before resuming her work. She is most certainly a disturbing individual, very comfortable around both death and the dying, often seeking out those about to die in order to re-purpose corpses, or simply to amuse herself. She is not above using underhanded tactics, thinking that so long as minimal losses are assured for her side, anything is fair game.

She is not, however, someone that cannot be trusted. Caster, despite her macabre actions and rather sinister methodology of magecraft, is loyal to a fault. Her loyalty is unquestionable, especially to her master, unlikely to do anything to make him use a command spell beyond the aforementioned magecraft. Her class of caster as well as her skillset being very unsuitable to a regular type of holy grail war results in her requiring an alliance with others, and, being in such a large one, Caster is more than content to oblige by the suggestions and orders of her fellow members of the Black faction.

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Abilities

Class Skills
Territory Creation: B
The capacity for a Magus to establish territory, usually for the purpose of collecting and restoring mana. At this stage, the creation of a "Workshop" is possible, and as such Caster's limit is that of a relatively small sized building or room, in which her mana will gradually restore itself. In her Workshop, she is able to cost spells for significantly less mana cost. In addition, she can sense the presence of others within her territory. In particular, her workshop functions well as a Necromancer's workshop.

Item Construction: C
The ability of a Caster class servant to create magical items. Due to her legend in life never detailing her as creating any objects, it is a relatively low rank. With this, she can only create the most basic of objects that can serve a purpose, basic remedies, and rudimentary weapons. Naturally, none of these are on par with Noble Phantasms.

Personal Skills

Seidhr: A+
A nordic form of magecraft that originated from the Vanir Gods . The magic itself is incredibly varied, to the extent that if given enough time to parse the effects of a spell, Caster is almost certainly able to replicate it with her extensive knowledge of Seidhr. In particular, Caster's favored methods of using her magic are in the forms of enchantments, illusions, and necromancy. The latter of which is her greatest strength, as in the height of her power, she was capable of resurrecting her armies over and over again, wiping out her enemies with raw numbers. The magic itself is shamanistic in nature, with a good number of spells requiring time to prepare.

Blood of the Sun: C
A weaker form of divinity formed from the link that elves shared with the Vanir and Aesir gods. As a half-elf, Caster's paramaters have been given a slight boost, mostly to her Mana and Agility paramaters, as well as her magecraft capabilities. This also confers with it a slight degree of Magic Resistance, at least on the level of D rank Magic Resistance.

Allegiance of Spirit: B
A skill that formed from Caster's deep rooted loyalty to those she most trusts. A reverse form of Charisma, Caster bestows a parameter boost to those whom she trusts greatly, usually resulting in a ++ into their highest stat, and two singular +'s to two other parameters. This skill can only affect a single person at a time and cannot boost a human master's capabilities, except for letting them tap into her workshop's mana reserves to replenish their own.

Base Parameters:

Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): E
Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): D
Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): C+
Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): A
Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): C
Noble Phantasm: (宝具, Hōgu?): B

Noble Phantasms

Name: Udøde hær af Heoroweard (Undead Army of Heoroweard)
Quote: "More, More, Rise and serve once again! My beloved, his followers, and all those who you had slain!"
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1-100
Description: A summoning Noble Phantasm that uses a great number of corpses, numbering in the thousands. While the mana cost for this noble phantasm is usually staggeringly high, it can be lowered significantly with a tribute of over a thousand corpses. The summoned beings number in the tens of thousands, all skeletal recreations of those who fought and died for Heoroweard's quest for kinghood. Leading the charge himself is her reanimated husband, who's arms manifest only as a ghostly apparition, with a ghastly blade clenched between non-existent fingers.

The individuals skeletons and cadavers are relatively weak compared to a servant, being the equivalent of a servant with E in every stat, but Heoroweard's form is greatly strengthened via Caster's eternal love for him. In terms of stats, he himself would be on par with a powerful Saber class servant, capable of going toe to toe with nearly any normal servant in a Holy Grail war. He cannot, however, be summoned without the army being in place, and if enough of them are eradicated, Caster will have no choice but to end her Noble Phantasm early.

True Name

Skuld, Disastrous Princess of the Danes
source

Tree's Garbage Dump

Knight of Fire: Oriel Schulz

Appearance

"Eternal Flame, burn away my body, my life, and my past so that I may take back my hope, my pride, and my future!"

Name: Oriel Schulz

Gender: Female

Age: 22

Description: A fair-skinned young woman with golden hair and cyan eyes, Oriel hails from a nation to the west of the main capital of Elementia. Standing at 6'1", she is taller than most women. Despite the air of nobility she carries about herself, she also bears scars from the battles she fought trying to secure her station, as well as the musculature that comes with her weapon's usage.

Knight Element: Fire

Animal Familiar: Dragon Hatchling, roughly the size of a Gila Monster. Can barely spout flames on its own, but is durable, and has potential to grow into a full sized dragon within her lifespan.

Armor Style: An ornate set of red armor inherited from her father beneath a matching crimson tabard, treasured dearly by Oriel. The design is minimalistic beneath the tabard, allowing for it to still allow for optimal range of movements when using her sword. The armor itself is comparable to Gothic Style Plate Armor, and a matching Sallet is what she usually dons to protect her head. The gauntlets are gilded on the wrists as the greaves are decorated at the ankles with an image of a crown with a lion's head sitting at the center on the back.

Signature Weapon

Her father's great sword, a length of steel at 5'8" with an ornate etching in the center. Received as an ornamental weapon for his valor in battle, it was never intended for use in real combat, but upon having to flee her homeland, Oriel fashioned it into a blade worth fighting with by having a smith shorten the blade to make it faster to swing with. In addition, in case of a closer quarters engagement, she carries a dagger on her hip.

History: Born the first and only child to a Lord by the name of Aldebrand Schulz, Oriel's early life was spent in contentment and happiness with her father and mother at her side. By the age of four however, her mother's life would be taken by a terrible fever that left her father alone to care for her, and without a guiding hand to raise her into a proper young woman, Aldebrand instead saw that he would raise within her the only thing he knew how to upbring: A Soldier. A warrior. Even as a young child, he was firm in his teachings to her, practice sword lessons, sparring, even spending her idle hours playing "Hero" with the local village children...if she wasn't asleep, it seemed there was practice to be had. Such an upbringing lead Oriel to become extremely competitive and pride-driven, proud of the talent she'd cultivated with her father.

Of course, an idle sword-hand is of little use to anyone. Starting with no favorable treatment as a low ranking infantryman in her father's regimen, it was hard for her to grow accustomed to the life of a soldier, and even harder to be accepted by the fellows in her company. As time permised however, she would grow close and forge a bond of camaraderie with them that was shared; Even if she was the Lord's daughter, she had to struggle for every smile she saw in the barracks.

The years would go by as her father's men served the King of Elementia, and although the king's deeds were questionable, her father's loyalty remained to him. By the age of 20, Oriel would engage in her first actual battle and took her first life on the fields of war. Blood on her hands, the young woman soon found that she hadn't truly thought about what being a soldier meant. It seemed to shake her to her core...at least for a time. But, as all soldiers did, she adapted. It was either that or meeting death from another more willing adversary who shared not her remorse. Half a year of fighting before she was able to return home, only to soon find that despite her father's loyalty to the King, he soon grew fearful of the charisma that Aldebrand possessed, as well as his military prowess. With little effort, their home was entered, and her father met his end at the hands of a band of assassins bearing the King's sigil on their weapons. With her only family now perished, and her own life being pursued by those with the approval of the King, she fled and found refuge in the home of a kindly sage who was the proprietor of a library. Having now spent roughly a year out of practice and in hiding, Oriel was merely on a trip to the market before she heard the news of her "Knighthood." Now, she has a new goal in mind with her power...taking the throne from the man who spat upon her father's life, and cementing herself as Queen.

Tree's Garbage Dump

This is the graveyard where my hopes and dreams wind up. Hope you brought flowers! Or at least some gas to pour on the trash heaps.

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

@The Irish Tree

Charlotte's enthusiasm quickly drained away, as the smile curled at her lips literally flipped over into a displeased frown. "...Wow, heroes like you are proof that God really does hate the world." she would say, more than willing to insult such a lackluster hero. What kind of crazy asshole could take a life so easily and so quickly, before even doing the proper tutorials!? Regardless, she would proceed to lift her arm up, before a massive fireball filled the entirety of the canopy above them, immediately incinerating the leaves above them and igniting the branches, the heat so intense that rather than starting a fire, it was more as if the treeline itself just withered, the wood turning to ash instantly.

"If it'll get you up to snuff, then sure! One Fireball coming right up!~" she would say as the heat colesced into her palm, compounding more and more until it was a tiny orb of light which she flicked from her index finger. [Fireball.] she would say...

And, for the next several hours, the wildfire would rage on. The livelihoods of dozens, if not hundreds of people in that sizeable hamlet went up in flames that day, as the Scarlet Terror's horns emerged from the fire. With hands drenched in blood, and flames spouting from behind her, the Demoness' visage was a sight to behold as she held up the charred body of Tristan, the hero that Humanity needed, but most definitely deserved a better hero in place of. Running terrified, the people fled, while Charlotte looked confused. "...Hey wait, we need a healer or something!" she would say, running after the fleeing mob, swinging around Tristan's burnt, but still mostly okay body.

Thus would the tale of villainy spread, of the rogue demon that had sought to assassinate the hero and the entire village of [Home Town] in a bid to plunge the world into darkness.

...But hey, Tristan was now level 2! And that's what REALLY matters.

Left running after villagers with a nearly bottomless well of stamina, Charlotte's flaming escape would no doubt catch C-3's and Valkira's attention. Namely that she was getting away, not only without them, but WITH the hero.

@Enkryption@Suku

As the cat man would continue to assuage the rather terrifyingly angry Midboss, he would smell smoke nearby, before the sweltering pillar of heat would be visible, just before drool made of explosives would impact against his back, before he would leap between Valkira and the drool, taking the brunt of it as it detonated. Falling to the floor with a thud, the cat was definitely crispy after that, shuddering on the ground and his fur visibly burnt from the force, his fine, sterling plate shattered to pieces and covered in soot.

But, who cared about him, he didn't even have a name yet. C-3 would most certainly see her "bad influence" currently fleeing town, or rather, chasing those fleeing FROM town. And had the hero carried romantically in her arms, like he was a pretty, boring, charred princess of a man. Valkira may not care especially about the fire, but the fact that her quarry had been snatched away well might.

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

@Guess Who

Smirking, Charlotte was incredibly pleased with herself at having already sealed the deal with forming a party with the hero. Just when she thought all the legal tender was finished however, she would find herself face to face with yet another contract. "Eh? A harem? You really are getting ahead of yourself. I'd never fall for someone so...dull." she would say, scribbling her name down before flinging the contract behind her. "But if it'll get you moving, I guess I have no-" she would say, just as the Carbon Dragon's Fang impacted. Even if Tristan was nigh unkillable, the force of the blast would still send them both flying...mostly because Charlotte would hide behind him. She was a Princess, not an explosion test dummy!

Flung far into the air, the twosome would be in freefall for a moment before crashing into foliage and tree branches that broke their fall, leaving them both looking a mess. Clearly irate at this, Charlotte shook her fist at C-3. "Hey, we're supposed to FIND the hero, not KILL him!" she cried out. Picking Tristan up off the ground, she dusted his armor off, and licked her index and middle finger before pinching a spike of his hair that had caught fire. "There you go. Now, let's get into those woods and ruin some poor woodland creature's life!" she would proudly say, before charging off, dragging him by the wrist.

One prolonged explanation of how to hit something with a sword later, Charlotte would eagerly await Tristan bashing a poor little slime upside the head. They...looked kind of cute. They had big black shiny eyes, and green bodies that jiggled as they bounced around. They'd occasionally bump into one another and make a much larger slime, but they seemed relatively passive. Of course, after a few million times of being reincarnated, one could guess Tristan was out of sympathy. He'd also note that Charlotte was not even trying to fight them, just kind of pushing them towards him. "Go get 'em Hero!"

@Enkryption @Suku

Meanwhile, back over at the cliffside, the Midboss would find herself suddenly within the shade of a person as they stood over her. "Excuse me ma'am, are you quite alright? That looked like quite a fall." a deep, smooth voice would ask, belonging to the...man? that loomed over her. His grey fur gleamed in the sunlight, as bright as the armor and the lance that he carried upon his person. He was...certainly a thing that existed. Placing a hand over his chest, he offered her a hand. "Allow me to help you up. Shall you need an escort to a healer?" he asked, radiating charisma...despite being a cat. And being roughly two feet tall.

C-3 Would also notice the cat, namely due to all the shiny metal he was carrying. Perhaps he'd have something she would like to eat for breakfast. Or, maybe she just liked cats. Who knew?