TheFake

I Was Summoned to A God's Office and his Secretary Transported Me to Another World?! (Accepting!)

— A Tavern? —

She sipped the beer which wasn't bad and was quite refreshing after the walking that they had done. She could get used to this world, so far things weren't really all that strange and it shouldn't be too hard for her to find work, even work that suited her.

This bandit thing sounded interesting. She'd certainly fought through her share of ambushes and if she was lucky then some of the individuals that had arrived with her would be of some help. Sophia looked over and watched the mans progress through this fresh glass. As it neared empty she slid another couple of coins across the bar.

"Another for him, and tell the gentleman who it's from. I'd like to have a few words."

Edged Horizon

You fucking monster, photoshopping a tattoo on such a cute girl's face.

@ERode

Indeed. I will never deny being a horrible person. It's an image I've had saved for a while, too bad I had to ruin it.

Seriously though, what sort of idiot slaver would tattoo the FACE of a female slave?

@ERode

If someone has a whole lot of slaves, one trying to escape might give the rest ideas. A permanent and very visual message would get the point across. Since she was less valuable afterwards then it also wouldn't matter if she were treated badly and given harsher punishments.

Why is she arrogant when she's literally been stepped on her whole life?

@ERode

Natala is free now and has worked hard to earn that. In her eyes other people are less important, having been born into freedom.

Being a quick learner isn't an ability unless you're saying that she can, say, pick up a foreign language in a month. Manual labour and shit isn't hard to learn.

@ERode

I guess it's more of a talent for mimicry. If she watches something done just a couple of times she can replicate it. With a language though she could repeat phrases flawlessly but wouldn't have any idea of the meaning or syntax unless it was explained. This ability would apply to anything she is physically capable of and is how she learned to use a sword to begin with.

To confirm, she doesn't know a Sword Art, she just knows a spell and gets by with just swinging her sharp stick around?

@ERode

That's right. In hindsight it might be a little below the power level of others but it does have plenty of utility.

Edged Horizon

Natala Chained ⛓

• Name: Natala Chained
• Age: 21
• Gender: Female
• Race: Possessed Human
• Nation: Iliserev
• Appearance:
  
  She has a face that looks slightly younger than her age which is surprising given the hardships of her past. The top of her right ear has been clipped off to mark her as a slave and the left side of her face has been tattooed with a pattern of crisscrossed chains to mark her as an escapee. Natala is shorter than average thanks to the meager amounts of food she was supplied with as a child.
• Personality: Quiet but arrogant and selfish. She had so little of her own in her past that anything that is now hers is guarded and precious. Natala feels uneasy in rooms with closed door and very much prefers that doors with locks remain open. Windowless rooms are the worst. The only thing that she is aggressive towards is the protection of herself and her freedom, something that she will easilly kill for.
• Biography:
  • Natala was born and raised as a slave. She had never known her parents or any other family and even her name is something she has since chosen for herself. If things had gone as they should she would have died a slave. When she was 14 she escaped captivity. It was only 2 days before she was recaptured.
  • When she was 16 she tried again, wiser and more determined, and fled into the glaciers of Iliserev in the dead of winter. She was pursued but tracking her was difficult across the windswept ice and snow. After three days she ran out of food. It was almost two weeks later when she came upon the thing.
  • It was huge, barely human and speared through by stakes of iron, ice and stone. The armour that it once wore had long since turned to a rusted shell but regardless of the time passed the flesh beneath looked fresh, almost as if it were still alive. Fresh enough to look like food to a girl driven mad by hunger and exhaustion.
  • It was... invigorating and she felt hope for the first time since her initial escape attempt. She had the energy to make it to a major city, steal some money and blend in. After some days she began to feel odd feelings that she knew were not her own. That belonged to something inside her.
  • In the time since she has been wandering the world and simply living. The thing inside her is a more comforting prescience and they have come to a bit of an understanding.
• Abilities:
  Mundane:
  • Sword skill: Natala is modestly proficient with a blade, enough to defend herself and be more than a match for any random thug.
  • Master of mimicry: She can pick up things easilly through observation, learning even advanced skills by watching them a couple of times. Because this is mere mimicry she might not understand the underlying theory behind things.
  
  Magical:
  • Wind Form: In dire circumstances she becomes the wind, untouchable. This is draining and consumes an amount of stamina. It is the act of changing that consumes stamina though she can only rest in her physical form. Her body can currently sustain a half dozen transformations in a day. It can be prevented by her being restrained by a foreign object, something she doesn't consider her own.
  • Cutting Wind: When she is in the direst of circumstances and has given up all hope the Thing takes over. Natala becomes a paragon of rage and aggression, shifting rapidly between being solid and ethereal. The skill she shows with a blade in this state is not her own. This lasts until the threat is dealt with or she is restrained.
• Important Items: Natala owns little but the clothes on her back and her sword, a Talentium blade that she has for no other reason than its durability. She is reluctant to own more as she is only just used to the idea that she owns herself.
• Notes on her Possessor: Whatever now shares her body with her once possessed command of the abilities she now has before it was restrained some thousands of years ago by an unknown force. It can only communicate through vague feelings and has no command of language. The first feeling that it sent was one of glee. It had traded an eternity locked to a hillside for the chance to live a humans short but infinitely more interesting life.

Edged Horizon

@TheFake
Slavery is totally a thing. Got all dem juicy elven brothels set up in there. There's no laws, basically, so as long as you don't piss off someone who can destroy you, you can do whatever.

Sounds pretty sketchy, that idea. I'd generally veto it, because ancient knowledge would contain shit like the origins of Gods of War and all that. Sounds more like an NPC than a PC, if that makes sense.

@ERode

Got it. In reference to the ancient knowledge, the entity would have been isolated for such a long time than any languages it once knew are long dead. It can only communicate in vague feelings and concepts and so can't convey anything more complex than 'this is a possibly bad idea'. It's so old that it's too stubborn to learn. It's an ancient and powerful thing, not ancient and smart.

Edged Horizon

Question time!

• Would slavery potentially be a thing in areas of Talze Utera?Or could it be an underground, illicit thing elsewhere?
• How would you feel about a character possessed by an ancient entity as a monster class character? Something that predates even existing empires.

okay, so two. I swear I thought I had more things to ask.

Q - FLUX

— Cafe Thaza basement —

Ian chose that moment to walk in with a nondescript but possible suspicious brown paper bag held in one hand, just in time to hear Sabrina give the summary. He looked around the crowded room and the very fresh looking bloodstains. He didn't look like he had decided how to react, having passed the man and the kid on the stairs.

"I either have good timing or terrible timing. We have some work then?"

To be honest he hadn't expected to see anyone here save for a couple of regulars. For everyone to have shown up it was either luck or something more serious. He was leaning towards the latter. Ian stuffed the bag into his jacket pocket. Work should always come first.

"We have an address or anything else? There should be a way we can keep people out of the area."

Although the news of the butchery should have done that. He went over a few plans of attack in his head. If ti was indeed territorial they should be able to lure it into an ambush. Get a few people and some of the docs minions to get the nightmares attention and then draw it out towards the heavy hitters like Arsenal, Warthog and himself. If it were as dangerous as it appeared then a quick kill would be better than a drawn out fight. He kept this to himself, they didn't have nearly enough info to come up with a plan yet.

Q - FLUX

Flight Gear Armor
Name: Ian Hart
Codename: Blitz
Color Scheme: #003471 #9e0b0f
Age: 27
Gender:
Personality:

• Private
• Rebellious
• Nihilistic
• Callous
• Casual

Short Biography: Ian was a Criminal. Smuggling, theft, fencing(of the illegal variety), and arms dealing were all within his domain. Of course he was eventually caught. It would be wrong to say that he was ever sorry for anything that he's done, but Ian does regret being arrested. Especially by those Policus guys.

He was released eventually and with some luck most of his hiding spots were untouched by both law enforcement and those that he did business with. After some time he found a new line of work, something where his name wouldn't be widely known. Ian found hunting nightmares as a cleaner to provide enough of a challenge to keep him interested. An old contact of his directed him towards Cafe Thaza and the rest, as they say, is history.

Magic Style:

• [Speed]
  Ian can propel himself quite easily up to the Arcane Limit, flying in a bubble of air at supersonic speed.
• [Speed Break]
  Velocity is measured from a frame of reference relative to something else, like passengers moving around a train. Ian, to work around the arcane limit bases the frame of reference for his magic around himself, accelerating objects moving with him to up to twice the limit. Likewise, he can also accelerate himself beyond the limit by accelerating a bubble of air around him at ever faster speeds. The upper limit of this is just above mach 4, or twice the Arcane Limit with the help of his armor in resisting the aerodynamic forces.
• [Speed Shot]
  Ian can launch up to six projectiles up to a total mass of a pound at different targets with a velocity approaching the Arcane Limit.

Membership: 2 Months
Equipment:
Flight Gear: Ians armor, repurposed from a stolen military grade flight suit and aviation tech. It's purchase had set him back quite a sum of money but Ian had been unable to let it go. It protects him from small amounts of damage and helps lessen the stress that his flight puts on his body while providing valuable flight data.
Darts: Custom machined projectiles that he can throw with devastating effect. Being an convicted criminal, he must make do with simple metal objects as weapons. Ian usually carries a half dozen on his person with three dozen carried on his armor.
Relationships: TBA

Character Impressions

• End: Dangerous, but who among us isn't?
• Voice: A sad story but someone I can trust for the moment.
• Doc: I don't trust here. Nobody should tinker with a body like that and those things of hers creep me out.
• Warthog: One of those lawful types and he used to be a Policus officer too.
• Zer0: Potentially useful
• Runner: Great, another lawman.
• Hex: Quite the unknown. Could be fun to be around.
• Arsenal: What an ability. Should see if she can carry some extra gear for me, would have come in handy while smuggling.
• Echo: Too overbearing.
• Diva: Way too young for this nonsense. She doesn't seem to be a front line fight and is useful however.

Theme Song:

Q - FLUX

Well, here we are.

Blitz

Flight Gear Armor
Name: Ian Hart
Codename: Blitz
Color Scheme: #003471 #9e0b0f
Age: 27
Gender:
Personality:

• Private
• Rebellious
• Nihilistic
• Callous
• Casual

Short Biography: Ian was a Criminal. Smuggling, theft, fencing(of the illegal variety), and arms dealing were all within his domain. Of course he was eventually caught. It would be wrong to say that he was ever sorry for anything that he's done, but Ian does regret being arrested. Especially by those Policus guys.

He was released eventually and with some luck most of his hiding spots were untouched by both law enforcement and those that he did business with. After some time he found a new line of work, something where his name wouldn't be widely known. Ian found hunting nightmares as a cleaner to provide enough of a challenge to keep him interested. An old contact of his directed him towards Cafe Thaza and the rest, as they say, is history.

Magic Style:

• [Speed]
  Ian can propel himself quite easily up to the Arcane Limit, flying in a bubble of air at supersonic speed.
• [Speed Break]
  Velocity is measured from a frame of reference relative to something else, like passengers moving around a train. Ian, to work around the arcane limit bases the frame of reference for his magic around himself, accelerating objects moving with him to up to twice the limit. Likewise, he can also accelerate himself beyond the limit by accelerating a bubble of air around him at ever faster speeds. The upper limit of this is just above mach 4, or twice the Arcane Limit with the help of his armor in resisting the aerodynamic forces.
• [Speed Shot]
  Ian can launch up to six projectiles up to a total mass of a pound at different targets with a velocity approaching the Arcane Limit.

Membership: 2 Months
Equipment:
Flight Gear: Ians armor, repurposed from a stolen military grade flight suit and aviation tech. It's purchase had set him back quite a sum of money but Ian had been unable to let it go. It protects him from small amounts of damage and helps lessen the stress that his flight puts on his body while providing valuable flight data.
Darts: Custom machined projectiles that he can throw with devastating effect. Being an convicted criminal, he must make do with simple metal objects as weapons. Ian usually carries a half dozen on his person with three dozen carried on his armor.
Relationships: TBA
Character Impressions: TBA
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=XjeaRq8GgbE

Q - FLUX

I'm not too late, am I? If not, character inbound.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

— Market —

Shizuri had been walking whilst looking down at her phone, hoping for a response from the dragon girl, whatever her name was. Looking at her phone was also a good way to distract her from the people around her and discourage them from interacting with her. Unless someone else is doing the same thing...

And suddenly Shizuri was on the ground with people looking at her and someone apologizing. She scrambled for her phone, picking it up and clutching it to her chest.

"I- I'm fine. _{I'm fine. I have to go.}"

She straightened her glasses and looked around, trying to spot an escape. Shizuri stood up slightly slower than Akane and spotted a magazine shop a short distance away. She turned past the other girl and started in that direction. Maybe she could find one of Kuroes latest interviews.

@VitaVitaAR