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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
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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.

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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.

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@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.

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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?

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@Guess Who

Upon hearing the approach of someone, Charlotte snapped to attention, raising her hands into a defensive stance and raising a knee, in case she needed to kick a rear that happened to just fly right into her foot. What she saw instead however was just what she was hoping for. An audible gasp escaped her as her crimson eyes twinkled with childlike wonder, admiring the...basic armor and...totally non-magic sword, and...wow, he wasn't even that handsome. Suddenly dropping her stance entirely, her face just kind of shifted to an indifferent glare as she heard him set up his table. Her expression would become more vacant as his actions grew stranger, with paperwork set up. What kind of hero had paperwork involved!? They usually got sent out to kill slimes, then the local bandits, then help the kingdom, then gradually build up to being involved in bureaucracy and politics! This was way too advanced at the start, and it was frankly making her head spin as the interview began.

Absent minded and left in utter shock, she was forced to obey his demands to write down her Sex, Race, and left her age as ???, because it was just rude to ask a lady her age...especially when she'd lost count a century or two ago. For where she was in Five Years, she wrote: "At the height of power, ruling over the world upon a throne built of the corpses of my enemies, with my father forced to be sealed for eternity for being a dumb-dumb." Her special skills were being fluent in Dragontongue, Elder Speak, knowing the Demon Arts of Incineration, Punches, Kicks, and Headbutts, Slimetaming, and Fashion. Just as she was about to finish dotting her i's and crossing her t's, Charlotte would hear her gelatinous companion call her name, before a ball of incinerating, roaring, fiery explosive energy impacted against her, sending her flying up into the air, before hurtling back down to the earth as her head smashed into the table the hero was sitting at. He was completely unharmed, both by the explosion, and the impact, but Charlotte was nearly given a concussion by all the stationery falling upon her noggin.

Shaking herself free, Charlotte begrudgingly filled out another form, before slamming it onto the Hero's lap. "You've got a lot of nerve, already acting all...superior, and aloof. You're not even past the first town yet!" she would say, before clearing her throat and dusting herself off. "Well, no matter. You're in luck, dear little deskworking hero! For before you stands THE Charlotte Andromalius Nix Iscaron! The one and only daughter of the Demon King himself! And even more lucky for you, I have just the powers needed, and the know-how to clobber Daddy before he even know what hits him-" she said, before being interrupted yet AGAIN by some upstart yelling from atop a cliff. Pointing up, Charlotte sounded annoyed as she called out to her: "Hey! Forgettable Boss! We're TRYING to have an uninterruptible introduction sequence here! Hold on a minute, he doesn't even know the difference between a Slime and a Curie. We'll fight you after he hits level 3!"

Thankfully however, C-3 already had the situation under control, pushing the woman off her cliff in order to get at the food beneath. Taking advantage of the confusion, Charlotte snickered, before dashing behind Tristan, and hugging his back. "Now, we're officially a party, Mr. Boring Hero! No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Let's get going, that fodder isn't gonna slaughter itself." she said, before a jingle resounded in Tristan's mind, before a white wall of text in front of him stated:

Charlotte has joined the Party!

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Day 1: The Legendary Hero Will Never Catch a Break!?

Unfitting Opening ago go

A yawn filled the inn room in which the future Demon King resided, her arms stretching back towards her pillow and pushing it off the bed as she rolled over, burying her face in her blanket. "Scratchy..." she would complain, before shaking herself awake. Hopping out of bed, she would change from her smallclothes into her usual garb of a red sleeveless one piece with black portions under the arms, a thigh length black skirt, black elbow-length gloves, red boots, and her black stockings before she would reach underneath her bed to pull out what appeared to be a lute case. Opening it up, she would reveal her explosive roommate that she had snuck in to keep from having to pay for a second room...and had also likely abducted in her sleep to try and outdo the Legendary Hero. "C-3, up and at-em'! We've got ourselves a hero to find." she would chirp, before dashing out, leaving C-3 to do her morning routine. Dropping a few copper coins to the innkeeper, she dashed out, using a basic spell to hide her crimson horns and spade tipped tail. To any ordinary villager, Charlotte appeared to all as a normal young woman...albeit an obnoxious one.

Stealing out into the forest, the Demon King to be would proceed to drop kick a boar in the cheek, before landing with a graceful flip. Looking absolutely proud of herself, she looked around to check if anybody had seen...but sadly, nobody had. Well, the dryads had, but they didn't want to indulge her. Last time they did, she offered to make them her vassals, and have them judge the sports tournaments she would set up wherein she would of course ALWAYS take first place. She kept doing this. Every. Single. Time.

Dragging the poor boar's skinned corpse who had lost to the most arrogant woman in existence, said most arrogant woman proceeded to cast [Fireball] over it, humming as she maintained the ball's distance from the pig as it roasted the skin and flesh, rotating it lazily with her foot. Life was hard on a budget...especially if she'd be caught by one of the Lords that owned the woods around [Home Town]. But still, boar meat made it worth. Once it was crisped to perfection, she would tear a hunk off and bite into it. Despite the texture and juice of the meat, she still sighed. "...Demon realm cuisine really is the best...this is just...blegh..." she would complain, sinking her chin into her free elbow. "Hurry up Mister Heroooooo~! I wanna beat Daddy already!" she would shout to the heavens as if in demand, waving her hunk of meat around, before taking another bite. "Its so weird...the Day of Prophecy or whatever that old geezer called it was like, three days ago...where is this dumb Hero? Did he get sidetracked on the ONLY road leading out of his home village? Did he get ambushed? Should I have ambushed HIM?" she questioned, rolling around while eating her meat. She was bored. Booooooored.

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Lvl 1 Demon Princess	Lv20 Monk	Lv20 Flame Sorcereress	Charlotte Andromalius Nix Iscaron
Lv41	HP: 600	MP: 100
Gender: Female	Age: Secret!	Race: Upper Level Demon

Adventurer Stats

Strength	10 / 10
Speed	9 / 10
Constitution	7 / 10
Intelligence	2 / 10
Charisma	5 / 10
Luck	3 / 10

Class

Demon Princess

A made up class of her own design that literally screams "NPC only". Despite that, her powers are no joke, being more than capable of fighting armed opponents with nothing but her bare hands. Her stats are middling to high in almost all categories, with especially high STRENGTH and SPEED stats, but exceptionally low LUCK. Despite this, she'll often just walk out of fights to let the party deal with things.

Gimmicks

Demon Arts of Incineration: There's nothing particularly special about Charlotte's magic, as she hasn't particularly studied or applied herself in her attempts to strengthen it. As such, she is comparable to a mid-level wizard in terms of spell casting abilities, favoring to punch her problems away rather than nuke them.

Demon Arts of Punches, Kicks, and Headbutts: She literally just made up names for basic attacks such as punching or kicking. Her horns do at least make her headbutts deadly though. Due to her high strength, she is comparable to a Martial Artist of a high level in terms of technique and power.

Class Skills

Lv20 Monk Level 1, Steal Steal Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: Allows C-3 to "liberate" someone of their items at random. Functioning at a distance, this skill refines, as distance closes between her and the target; however, it is still governed by Luck. Stat: Luck Level 2, Lockpick Lockpick Level: 2 Skill Type: Class Effect: Allows C-3 to bypass any lock that can be picked. Stat: Intelligence and Dexterity Level 3, Shortbow Proficiency Shortbow Proficiency Level: 3 Skill Type: Learned Effect: Allows C-3 to masterfully wield any non-magical shortbow Stat: Dexterity Level 5, Trap Detection Trap Detection Level: 5 Skill Type: Preternatural Effect: A preternatural skill that gives C-3 a sense of foreign taps within an area 30-feet around her. Stat: Luck Level 7, Foresight (Preceptive) Foresight (Preceptive) Level: 7 Skill Type: Learned Effect: A martial combat skill that allows C-3 by studying her opponent's movements, in real-time, and react to predicted outcomes. Stat: Luck Level 8, Darksight Darksight Level: 8 Skill Type: Preternatural Effect: A preternatural sense that allows C-3 to see in the darkness with the same clarity as the daylight up to 60-feet. Stat: None Level 10, Enemy Detection Enemy Detection Level: 10 Skill Type: Preternatural Effect: A hypersense that allows for C-3 to gain an awareness of enemies around by sounds and smells. Few methods to subvert this exist for normal creatures and Adventurers. Stat: Luck	Lv20 Flame Sorceress Level 1, Plant Gathering Plant Gathering Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: A learned skill to [Harvest] from any Plant Node. Stat: Intelligence and Luck Level 2, Mineral Gathering Mineral Gathering Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: A learned skill to [Excavate] from any [Ore] node. Stat: Intelligence and Luck Level 3, Monster Gathering Monster Gathering Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: A learned skill to [Collect] from any falling [Beast-classified] enemy. Stat: Intelligence and Luck Level 4, Autopsy Autopsy Level: 3 Skill Type: Class Effect: An Alchemist skill to gather material and knowledge from any corpse. Stat Intelligence and Luck Level 7, Beginner Potion Crafting Beginner Potion Crafting Level: 7 Skill Type: Learned Effect: One of the bread and butter Alchemist skill, learned for crafting Potions at a Beginner Level. Stat: Intelligence Level 6, Explosive Tossing Proficiency Explosive Tossing Proficiency Level: 9 Skill Type: Learned Effect: A learned skill that allows C-3 to throw any explosive item without risking premature detonation. Stat: Intelligence Level 10, Basic Explosive Crafting Basic Explosive Crafting Level: 10 Skill Type: Class Effect: An Alchemy skill that allows C-3 to craft Basic Explosives. Stat: Intelligence Level 13, Advanced Explosive Crafting Advanced Explosive Crafting Level: 13 Skill Type: Class Effect: An Alchemy skill that allows C-3 to craft Advanced Explosives. Stat: Intelligence and Luck	Lv1 Demon Princess Level 1, Noblesse Oblige Noblesse Oblige Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: Despite the selfish nature of demons, they will always take care of their own kind, and those underneath them. Though they can blunder and make mistakes, a demon attempting in earnest to benefit their people is, in some ways, more honest and straightforward than a human. Stat: Charisma Level 1, Right of the Inferno Right of the Inferno Level: 1 Skill Type: Racial Effect: Due to the nature of Demons emerging from a realm of fire, at least in her particular family's case, almost all form of magical or natural fire has little to no effect upon Charlotte. Naturally, Holy Fire can still harm her. Stat: Constitution

Personnel Data (Logged by Adventurer Guild)

Dream: To overthrow her beloved dumbass father that decided to disown her for razing the wrong village...again, wanting to take the throne of Demon King for herself. Its a gender neutral title, for some reason.

Home: Currently homeless, used to live in the Dark Castle of the Horizon, the palace of the Demon Lord Duranborg.

Personality: Brash, proud, and completely full of herself, you couldn't convince Charlotte that she wasn't put upon this earth to get her way and be the best at everything she wanted to be. Of course, she's grown up in the lap of luxury and never wanted for anything; Demons are naturally powerful, and her power is exceptional due to her royal heritage. Still, despite being born worthy of the title of "Daughter of the Demon King", Charlotte is lazy, arrogant, and incredibly gullible. Yet, despite ALL that, she's still likely the most reasonable amongst her demonic brethren.

Background: Born into the lap of luxury, as the eldest daughter of Demon King Duranborg Iscaron, Charlotte's lot in life had long since been drawn as the successor to her immortal father, to ascend to the highest of heights, and rule over the land with an iron fist, and with the population of humans beneath her heel. Yet, that would never come to pass due to the sliiiiiight fact that Charlotte was an incorrigible fool of a princess that interpreted her father's directions of: "Take my dragon and burn down Windslot," as "Sweetie go ahead and burn down every village on the way too." Now without tax revenue due to her actions, the Demon King was left with no choice but to file for bankruptcy, and get a second mortgage on his fancy castle. Furious, he exiled his failure of a daughter, forcing her to "think about what she had done", as if consequences would ever stop her.

Inventory

100 Pieces of Copper
The Clothes on her Back
A lute case (For C-3)
A sleeping bag