[OOC] Of Shadow and Flame (Signups CLOSED)

[Chevaleresse]

Posted a Q/A thing. Keep comments and stuff here for now: put questions in the Q/A.

By the way, the second reference is near the end of the post.

[Jory]

So basically we're fighting Morgoth???

[Chevaleresse]

So basically we're fighting Morgoth???

No, lol. To be honest I was flailing for a decent title and that was what I landed on.

[Sevonic]

I'm interested. Reserved.

[Chevaleresse]

Turning this into the OOC.

[Yash]

Reserved

I'll have a character up in a bit.. One thing I want to point out is that from 2nd April to 8th April I will not be able to post anything.. Or if I do then it would be bare minimum..

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Name: Christina “Krys” Taylor

Gender: Female:

Age: 23

Appearance: Krys is tall, having an athletic build and slightly muscular for a girl. She has a simple, innocent face, making her look younger than she is. She has long hair, originally red but dyed a dark shade of purple so as to look almost blackish, which she keeps in a high ponytail. Along with that she keeps trying out different streaks in her hair such as silver, blue and red. Krystal has red eyes and wears eyeliner. Apart from this she normally wears lipstick of various shades, generally matching with the streaks in her hair. She wears dark metal earrings which go behind the pinna of her ear and end above the helix, shaped as a rose stem with the flower at the top coloured bright red. She wears a pair of dark blue jeans with a light tank top and a light blue, unbuttoned, denim shirt over it. Along with this she wears shin length black boots.

Appearance Transformed: Once transformed, Krys loses the innocence in her face and seems beautiful. Her clothes are melded together into a black body suit over which comes red coloured metal armour consisting of a chestplate, shoulder plates and long plates shaped like leaves to protect her waist. Along with this she wears gauntlets up to her elbows and her boots turn into metal greaves. All of her armour has a rose design. Her hair turns back to its original red colour.

Personality: She is convivial and likes to talk with the people around her, never staying in a conversation for too long, like a typical social butterfly. She cares about appearances and is slightly snobbish. While it seems she is friendly and lovable, it becomes apparent very soon that she isn’t as confident as she portrays and even the slightest confrontation makes her uncomfortable.

Weapons of Choice: Krys carries a longsword with her as her main weapon. It has a stylized rose on the hilt. Along with this she carries small throwing knives and a revolver.

Power Origin: Contract

Faction: Loner

Backstory: Krys was a simple girl, who moved to the city during her high school years. Typical to the ways of teenage girls, she was picked on for being simple. This made her want to become urban and as such lead to her following fashion and getting involved in a variety of activities. She tried her best to blend in, but always felt out of place. Over the next few years this feeling deepened, despite her being accepted by her friends. She felt there was something in her, something weird.

During her final year at college, she started dating a jock named Dean, her first boyfriend. She never truly opened up to him and as such didn’t really get involved emotionally. Finally after college was over, they decided to go on a trip, to take their relationship to the next level. During the trip they ended up fighting and breaking up. Something about the fight made her give up trying to be normal. She went back home, dyed her hair and started working at a florist.

It was during this time that a magical beast manifested in her town. It roamed around the place spreading depression and killing people off. Nobody seemed to see it, except Christina. When she tried explaining it to her parents, they thought she had lost her mind. When they suggested seeing a psychiatrist, she freaked and ran away.

[Felicity]

Name: Bobby "Ozymandias" Veril
Gender: Male

Age: 20, born January 7th1995
Appearance, Normal? Well... Bobby really isn't normal. For the longest time he tried to be the exact opposite. Therefore, he wears strange attire. Tall-ish at 5"9 with hair dyed red, orange and yellow going own to the tips of his hair all the way down to the nape of his neck (It was a bitch to do). Bobby is quite thin, with a bit of a gaunt face. His eyes are naturally hazel but he wears contact lenses so he has one green eye and one red eye. He wears a long black trench coat with embroidery made to look like black flames that shift along the coat as he walks (a bit of DIY work there from Bobby) and similar black trousers with more embroidery. Under the coat he wears a black t-shirt with a fiery cartoon skull logo Bobby made.
Appearance, transformed: His normal attire comes to life, his eyes glow with red & green, his hair becomes much more vibrant a colour, looking far more like the flames he tried to imitate. The embroidery on his clothing comes to life, the patterns shift and look like genuine fire now, and the skull got the same treatment as it also comes to life even if he is silent.
Personality: He's very... enthusiastic. Prefers acting as Ozymandias who is pretty much just a "More" version of Bobby((Honestly, that's all you could get from a couple of casual hours with the guy XD))
Weapons of choice: Bobby loves his firepower. He alternates between a Flamethrower, anti-personnel rocket launcher and a scimitar.
Backstory: Bobby lived a normal early life. He hated it. So, he "made" himself a new life, he became Ozymandias and began to travel the world (Aka the nearby park) in his search for the new and wonderful. This kinda ostracised him from his friends and family. His family tried to stick around saying it was just a phase and that it would pass but that didn't happen. They ended up kicking him out and sending him to live on his own, sending him enough money to support him. He lives in a small apartment packed with random shit he uses to make his costumes and props. He came across the mediator he made a contract with a few weeks ago and still has next to no idea what he's really doing.
Power Origin: Contract
Faction: Loner ("OZYMANDIAS SERVES NO ONE AND NEEDS NO ONE!")

[Hiss13]

That being said, are we supposed to keep our characters magic secret for now? I feel like I missed something in the OP. :/

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Name: Nagi Shizuka ("The Windless")

Gender: Female

Age: 17 (June 21st, 1997)

Appearance, normal: Nagi stands at 5'7" with a fairly slender figure. She sports green eyes and shoulder length blue hair which she ties up into messy twin tails. She wears a navy blue trench coat which is torn ripped at the bottom end over a black shirt and black pants.

Appearance, transformed: When she transforms, her height actually decreases to 5'. Her eyes become pure black and her face gives off a more cynical look when her expressions are neutral. Her hair grows twice as long and turns black with golden highlights at the ends of her bangs. Her clothes become much more revealing as she loses her trench coat in her transformation her shirt turns into a black and white patterned sleeveless shirt that exposes her navel. Her pants and shoes look more glossy but remain the same overall. On both of her wrists are two bracelets that are designed after clouds and have the letters 'N≡N' written on them.

Personality: She is the type that dislikes pleasantries and as such is blunt, straightforward, and cold. At the same time, she is a very zealous person when it comes to her own pursuits.

Weapons of choice: Two combat knives: One with a serrated back edge and one non-serrated one; a Savage 110 BA Sniper Rifle; one portable canister of liquid nitrogen.

Backstory:

Nagi lived a fairly normal and mundane life. One would be able to call it peaceful. It was not exciting or breathtaking. It was not dangerous or risky. 'Peaceful' would really be the best and most sugar-coated way of describing it. Day in and day out, she would do the same things over and over again. In the end, what broke that 'peace' was a simple chance encounter she had with a Mediator boy (who she later learned to be named Shinka) she found collapsed and exhausted in an alleyway when she was heading out to buy groceries.

She immediately took the boy to the hospital where he rested. During that time, Nagi, glad that she could break the 'peace' of her life, visited the boy often. At first he was adamant about staying silent. However, over time, the two introduced themselves and gradually opened up to each other. Shinka even decided to finally to, as thanks, tell the girl about who he was. He told her about the existence of the Mediators and magic users.

Once he left the hospital, Shinka had originally planned on leaving the hospital without Nagi knowing. However, Nagi ended up finding him before he could leave and convinced him let her enter into a contract with him. She felt that it would be her best chance to further break away from that 'peace'. As such, the contract between the two was formed. Nagi would safeguard Shinka and Shinka would grant Nagi the ability to use magic. Not long after Nagi made her contract, she and Shinka joined up with a traveling group of Protectors and started to work under them.

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Over the next year, Nagi and Shinka developed a close relationship like that of siblings. They would continue to travel to various towns and protect many people along the way with the assistance of the faction.

However, about a year after Nagi and Shinka joined with the Protectors, Shinka began to act tense and suspicious after arriving at a new suburban area. Despite the fact that Shinka was trying to hide his concerns and was trying to dodge any questions, Nagi still ended up keeping watch over him.

Like he did at the hospital over a year before, he tried to go out on his own without letting anyone know. He tried to keep more cautious of everyone around him when he did but he ultimately failed as Nagi caught up with him once again. It was at this moment when he decided to reveal the full terms of their contract as well as why he was in the state he was in when they met. Before he ran into Nagi, he was being used as a live experimental subject by a deviant mage-Mediator pair who wanted to experiment on Mediators and specialized in Anti-Mediator suppression. The experiments continued to the point where his mind nearly broke. However, he found an opportunity to escape and took it. He continued running until he eventually reached Nagi's hometown. After a short pause, Shinka then said the following,

"The terms of our contract are as follows. Nagi, you are to safeguard me until I can properly complete my revenge. Once that is finished, you are to kill me at my request."

Originally, he had planned to exact his revenge on his own and lie to Nagi by telling her that he had killed multiple innocents so that she would have an excuse to break that contract. However, now, that plan would no longer work.

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One year has passed since then. Nagi left the Protectors that very night. She now acts as a mercenary, taking up various hit jobs in order to support herself. She believes that doing so will help the innocent by eliminating those who she deems as evil so that another Shinka will never exist. Due to her disappearance from the Protectors, she never lives in one place for too long and continues to cycle between a large number of locations to avoid being found.

Power Origin: Contract

Faction: Deviant--former Protector

Spoiler tagged the backstory because it was fairly long. Still missing a lot of the details though but those will be revealed over time if I get the chance to.

Edited March 31, 2015 by Hiss13

[Chevaleresse]

A few notes, since I might not have been specific enough in the OP:

Your character should be between 12-25, with those being the extreme limits. I'd like a bit more backstory (about a paragraph would be ideal), and specify in your background whether you have been empowered or not. You should be pretty new to it if you are, as in less than a month's experience unless you have a good backstory to explain it. Even then, I'd prefer mostly inexperienced characters for the flow of the RP.

@Hiss13: You're supposed to keep it secret from humans. Your Mediator will tell you this, or the other magical people will. If your powers come from a shard then you won't know, but you'll run into others fairly quickly.

[Felicity]

Yeah, I think I changed the sign-up as you want it, tell me if the backstory ain't enough.

[Shamitako]

How dark am I allowed to go with my charrie? owo

[Chevaleresse]

How dark am I allowed to go with my charrie? owo

As dark as you want.

[Sutoratosu]

Name: Johannes (Yo-hahns) Faust DECEASED

((either just "Hans" or "Faust" will suffice though))

Gender: Male

Age: 23 (January 27, 1992)

Appearance, normal: Athletically built White Male standing at 6"2. Hair is Unkempt with bangs often falling into the face and is Ashen Blonde and collar length towards the back of the neck. Eyes are almond shaped and a light violet in color. Diamond shaped facial structure with a straight, roman nose. Has a fair complexion. Common attire consists of sand colored cargo pants and a high collared, long sleeved solid-white dress shirt and light weight, tan colored assault boots which extend up to just below mid-calf. On his left hand is a strange rift like scar across the palm. Wears rectangular lensed spectacles with all black frames. He favors a black, double breasted long coat most of the time.

Appearance, transformed: His clothing more or less remains untouched, but his hair becomes alive and wild with crackling electricity and takes on an electric blue hue and metallic sheen. His eyes blaze with a hot, ever present Violet glow and a single, large angel wing sprouts from the right side of his back, also crackling in electricity and having the same hue and sheen as his hair. The scar on his left palm burns with a violet light similar to his eyes and a sigil forms on both his palms. His transformed State's wing allows him to fly and the feathers are hard as steel and conduct electricity, allowing for the limb to be used both as a make-shift shield and a slicing weapon if needed.

Personality: Calm, stoic, and honest. He tries to mediate things when he can

Weapons of choice: A ridiculously long Katana which he manifests from his own power, as well as a dual Desert Eagles for less energy consuming combat

Power Origin: Shard

Faction: Peacekeepers

Backstory:

A rather reserved individual, Faust was a German-born man who was studying abroad in the fields of Astronomy and sociology, living day in and day out as a simple university student. His life was naught more than studying and exams and the occasional drink out with friends on the weekends... your typical young bachelor shooting for a Masters.

This routine, this... static stillness, was shattered however one winter's night not too long before last Christmas eve. Whilst making his way home from assisting a friend who lived close by, Johannes fell prey to a nationality-driven hate crime and was overwhelmed by his assailants. it was During the course of the scuffle one of the two produced a knife and attempted to jimmy his ribs to silence the man's cries for aid, though luckily the exchange student managed to stop the blade with his palm rather than his gut, but nevertheless was sent sprawling to the cold, snow swept sidewalk, bloodied and battered.

And it was there, in the snow, the cold, barren sky fluff, crimson with the wound on his hand... that Johannes noticed it. The light. That small, violet light, that one light in the darkness as he struggled to keep the two at bay, and no one came... desperate and hoping it was perhaps the handle of something he could defend himself with, he dove and grabbed for the glint... only to find a stinging sense of power and force circulating throughout his entire body, and most intensely in the wound he sported from the cold rolled steel of his would-be killers knife. When next the two came in for another advance...

It was them who found themselves on the frozen street, motor skills and nervous systems permanently damaged by the bolt of electricity Faust had unknowingly fired in self defense from the sigil on his left palm, right where the scar tissue was. Unfortunately for him... that was also about the time that people had begun responding to his earlier calls for help... the time a small crowd had already gathered on the other side of the street.

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He tried living it down for a while, tried continuing as if it never happened. But there was no living anything down when people were talking about you left and right and conspiracy theories galore were developing with you at their center and even the police were beginning to get involved despite having not believed your report days earlier. Stoic he may be, but Faust was not stupid. He knew that what was needed was to leave, right then and there. With all the shit flying, words were getting spewed, and those two Anti-Germans probably had more friends where they came from... and he'd be dead before long at that rate.

And so he left. left without a word, just waited till early one morning just after dawn and walked out of his apartment and left the keys on the manager's desk, pulled his hood up high... and walked away from the place, walked away from the death he knew was probably stalking him in that city.

But it wasn't as simple as just going back home to Berlin to attend university there, unfortunately. The incident coupled with his sudden leave of absence without any communication left his father, the sole financial benefactor of his studies... beyond pissed. Johannes was turned away the moment he arrived on his own front porch, told quite bluntly that if he actually took his studies seriously, then he wouldn't have just walked out without calling or telling him anything about the incident back in London. And that was it for Faust.

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Months pass by. Left with little choice, Johannes roamed the continent, backpacking and living like a vagrant, all the while slowly but surely coming to realize just what strange power he had, not long after he had been disowned he found that the sigils- the thing he'd seen on his palms during the fight... he could summon them back onto his hands whenever he wanted, though it left him a bit winded at first, trying to force it... and whats even more, he found he could what he did that night... and even more- he had wings... erm... A wing, rather... but still a rather breathtaking sight nonetheless, the cold, electric blue of the feathers, their metallic sheen...

It wasn't long before he began noticing... something else either. began noticing them... the beasts and the other magic folk... began to notice that he was not alone in all this insanity he'd stumbled into. Things led to other things, and he eventually found himself wandering the nation of japan rather than the highlands of his home continent. More lost than ever, stuck in a completely foreign land and still witless about what the hell was going on to be honest, he was one day found by a faction of Peacekeepers after accidently getting drawn into a conflict between the Protectors and Preservers- they told him much about the new world he'd tripped right into, showed him much about it. That was several weeks ago, and he's been working with them since then, still trying to find some real direction... but with a hunch it might already be in his hands.

Name: Seth Keiser

Gender: Male

Age: 27 (March 15, 1988)

Appearance (Normal): Stands at 5"9, with a strong yet graceful physique and a medium complexion. His hair is a faded, golden brown, kept in a short style featuring parted twin bangs framing his forehead. Seth's eye color is a rather vibrant and unsettling shade of hazel; aside from them though, his face is most notable for it's oval structure and high cheek bones, coupled with an Aquiline nose. He typically wears an unfastened Silver Blazer overtop of a dark grey, casual dress shirt, complete with gray trousers bloused into black combat boots reaching up to his upper calf. Around his neck he can almost always be seen wearing a tattered, worn white scarf.

Appearance (Transformed): His attire largely remains unchanged; however, An ominous presence begins to exude off of Seth as the Sclera of his eyes transition from white to a deep, abysmal black and his irises change from their natural- albeit slightly unsettling -amber tone to a far more haunting, radiant green, both of them trailing with a ghostly aura of the same color with every motion he makes. Black, vein like markings crisscross outwards, starting from the area around his eyes and then making their way across his entire body. His canines extend and become wolf-like fangs, as do the rest of his teeth, though to a lesser extent. The aura of power around him causes his body to levitate just slightly off the earth, and the very ground beneath him to be transformed into black fertile soul, which various Flora begin to prosper in. Any wilted or dead plant-life in his vicinity seems to become revived by his mere presence, and lifeless, barren soil becomes black and fertile once more, even if it never was to begin with.

Personality: Willing to stand by his convictions and fight for what he believes in, regardless of the ridicule or doubts of others. He seems to hold a considerable level of disdain for the common Protector methodology and mentality, often describing it as pointless, naive, and self-perpetuating. Though he might seem at a glance to be generally calm, collected, and laid back, he conceals a far harsher side to himself, most apparent in the fact of just how quickly and abruptly he can become eerily serious and cold. He prefers to use the word "Chimeras" rather than the typical "Beasts" when referring to magically-born monsters.

Weapons of Choice: Though Seth has a preference to using his actual magic as his main offense, His go-to melee arms are the blade and the whip. He has developed his own solutions to foes sticking to longer ranges, however he still carries a .45 ACP Luger Pistol as a last resort- with a few enhancements made to the weapon using his own energy.

Backstory:

Before he had any direct exposure to the world of magic and beasts, Seth was little more than a College student- perhaps one among the top of his class, studying in the field of biology in order to follow the footsteps of his late father, but still a mere college student nonetheless. Things quickly changed however, when he and several other students from his class embarked with their professor on a research trip to the Black Forest- something meant to be a bit of extra credit, more or less. At least, this was what Dr, Baasch had claimed to the university administration; everyone actually going knew the trip was more to enjoy themselves while they were there- now, of course, some research work would get accomplished while they were there of course, but they weren't going to be Nazis about it.

Never the less though, it was while hiking on one of the mountain range's many trails gathering specimens towards the end of the trip that something... strange caught Seth's eye. Something just off the path, hidden away in the denser undergrowth of the forestry, yet shining forth with a verdant light that twinkled in the mid morning sun and fog. He was a bit weary about investigating, but... he felt drawn to it. drawn by it. He regretted it though. The minute his fingers clasped around the object- which looked to be a rounded, smooth gem of some variety he couldn't tell -a tremor resonated through out his entire body, an endless, burning wave of energy that shoot through his finger tips and into his hand and all throughout his being, an indescribable, otherworldly pain, pain he felt not simply in his flesh, but his mind and soul as well... pain that ultimately ebbed away as the gem soon vanished altogether, and Seth fell to the cool soil of the forest floor, the world fading to black around him as he felt his breathing slowed.

He had the strangest dreams while he was out. Be he ultimately awoke hours later, to the sight and voices of a few friends who had gone out searching for him when he failed to return. Naturally, they wanted to know what had happened and why he had been unconscious on the ground. As concerned as they already were, Seth didn't want to worry them any further... but in all honesty, the only thing he could answer with was that he didn't know. Luckily enough though, they seemed to be more concerned with simply getting him back to the local inn, checking him over the entire way to make sure he hadn't been injured.

There was defintiely something off though... something different. He could feel the tremors of their footfalls as they all walked back to town. He could even feel their presences... their heartbeats. And he could... almost sense the plants and flora around him, the trees, the shrubbery, ferns, moss, flowers-everything around him. It was almost as if while he had been out cold on it, some type of link had formed between him and the ground... and everything growing out of it. Or course, he did not mention this to anyone. They would've surely checked him for a concussion for spouting on about something so ridiculous sounding as "feeling the trees"

Things did not stop though, even after he got back home to Munich. Things only intensified, infact- it seemed as though he could sense any type of complex life form around him; Plants seemed to be just a bit more...upright, vibrant when he was around them, hell, he could tell their species simply by looking at them- not something that was uncommon for a studying biologist... but when one considered that one more than one occasion he'd been examining a specimen and could instantly glean near everything about it despite having no prior knowledge, it truly was unusual. Still, he said nothing... his friends were still keeping an eye on him, afterall, considering the episode only days ago.

The growing list of oddities beginning to occupy his once normal life however, reached it's crescendo, when one evening while making his way home after getting groceries, he came across the strangest scene he'd ever born witness to in his entire life. Three people were in an alley way- the three strangest people he'd lays eyes on -at first he thought they were perhaps drunk off their asses or cos-playing or something...but then his mind quickly changed when he saw the... the thing they were fighting. Some massive, brooding Ape with the snout and beady eyes of a boar, black orbs glowing with red aura as ivory tusk protruded from it's razor fanged mouth, opened wide in a terrible, terrible roar that sent spittle flying as the thing endured the attacks of the three. Seth had dropped his groceries, right then and there, mouth agape and the spectacle before him. Sensing life signatures and instantly recognizing the properties of plants, but this? Giant Monsters fighting little people dressed in strange attire and wielding even stranger looking weapons? This shit... this was on a whole 'nother level entirely. This was one hard acid-trip level. He had to be hullucinating, crazy, maybe he had inhaled something or drank or ate something... this couldn't be rea-

It was indeed real. As he had been standing there, lost in thought, the monster seemed to have picked up the fourth sent on the scene and was charging right for him, ignoring the others as it roared and rampaged through the alley like a freight train, murderous intent in it's unnatural eyes as it closed in. Seth stayed where he was, deaf to the shouting of the figures chasing the ape. Deaf to the roars. Deaf to everything but the sound of his heartbeat, fast and wild like a stallion reared in an open glade, master-less and free as the wind. One constant, resonating thought sounded in his brain: He was going to die.

He raised up a hand, a single, choked scream finally becoming unstuck from his throat and filling the air as he stumbled back, as if that would do anything to mitigate the incoming massive fist aimed at him. He closed his eyes, turned away as he lay on the asphalt. This was it. This was the end of him. What would his eulogy read- crushed to death by demonic killer ape-pig? Smashed into a smear on the sidewalk?

The dread though... that was worse than anything else. That feeling of knowing it was coming... but yet not feeling it. Infact... that blow never did land, did it? He was... still alive. why? He opened his eyes and had looked up. Sure enough, there was the beast, towering before him, eyes glowering with even greater malice... but it's arms though. It's arms were frozen above it's head, in the same, imposing smashing windup... no... no, they weren't frozen, Seth saw that they weren't. It's arms were bound together, restrained against the opposing walls of the alley...

Bound together with Vines. Thick Vines. Vines ringed with countless, barb like thorns that dug into the thing's wrists and leaked black, thick blood from the wounds. Seth had no idea how the hell it happened, but the moment it started to try to break free, he felt something... something tugging in the pit of his gut, in the back of his mind, tugging against his very will. tugging at the exact same time as the beast. Seth knew... that however this had happened... he must've somehow been responsible.

The moment's respite did not last though. The beast was more caught off guard by the sudden binding, than actually unable to free itself. As he watched, the thing gave another snap of it's wrists, this time breaking free as the vines all snapped, and the tugging feeling in Seth's gut right along with them. It took a single step forward. Raised it's paws, preparing to pulverize him into the very earth itself...and then a radiant spear of light blasted through the center of it's broad chest. Then another. and another. and another... too many of them to count, all fired one after the other. Seth could see one of 'cosplayers'- her snow white, brilliant scarf billowing in the wind -forming the things and chucking them in the very same instance, one graceful, fluid repeating motion, the determination almost burning in her eyes as she kept up the assault, not stopping until the thing finally stumbled backwards, let out a death keel, and fell over like a stone.

Seth made no moves as the trio came over to him. The only thing he could say in response if they asked if he was alright was a demand as to what the hell had just happened... and who the hell were they, and what... what had been that thing on the ground, where did it come from, how was it even possib- his myriad of questions was cut off by the same woman who had launched the lethal chain of lances. She told him it was perfectly normal to be so disoriented... and that they would be able to explain everything to him if he just followed them to a place a bit less... open. The Polizei would be coming soon, after-all, with all the racket that had been made. He had little choice... he followed them.

It was on that very night that Seth learned about everything he had stumbled into. The powers, the beast, the strange gem, everything. And it was also on that very night that he, after his experience with the ape, accepted the offer to join the protectors with little convincing. Under their tutelage, his began to develop his power, learned how to control it, use it, even learned how to transform. They told him that practice made perfect, and so practice he did, practice everyday he could, in between his studies. soon he went being a mere newly-born to the newest rookie of the branch.

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Years passed, time flew. His old life continued to move on, eventually graduation day came, he left the university, got out of the dorms and found his own place. Seth became stronger, kept up his practice, contributed to keeping the beast, or rather... "Chimeras" as he preferred to call them, in check, stop them from nibbling on the city dwellers' giblets. No matter the mission, he gave it his all... and he gained respect for it too. It felt nice to have a purpose, have a cause. but It was still a strange balancing act, keeping up with the life he had once led and the one that had more or less fallen right into his hands the moment he touched that shard during the Black Forest trip. But it was an act he tried to keep up the best he could... until that day, that is. That beast that spawned on the final day of the Oktoberfest festival, right in the middle of the crowded city plaza. That day of death and misery, that day were he lost it all.

It was on that day, that fateful, dreadful day... that day when his entire little world had been shattered by the most powerful Chimera he'd ever seen, that day when the loss was so great and victory so utterly Pyrrhic that he could not help but question the seemingly endless war it had been fighting for so long against the beast, the endless fighting, the anger and rage and suffering generated from it, the very same things likely to spawn even more monsters. That day, when Seth felt, not the previous, near religious hatred that burned in his heart whenever he thought of the beasts, of those abominations against nature itself, but instead a sick, sick cruel irony... it was on that day... that Seth gave up the balancing act. And gave up both lives that day. He left the protectors, left the endless war front. And then he left Munich behind for good, and vowed he'd never set foot in the city ever again... and to never touch another drop of beer in his life, while he was at it.

Ever since that day, years ago, he has been searching for the answer to his question. The answer to the irony. He's traveled to more places than he can remember, met more people than he can remember... all the while trying to learn whatever he can about the beast and how exactly they are formed and behave how they tick... trying to find a way to make the theory he refers to only as "The Third Solution" a reality...

To find a better way than constantly fighting and dying against an enemy who obviously won't ever be truly defeated... to try to find a way to finally end the war...

Power Origin: Shard

Faction: Deviant (Ex Protector)

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

I'll think about it, still not sure yet. ((#EveryoneIsGoingToTryAndSuckerMeIntoItNow.))

[Sutoratosu]

I'll think about it, still not sure yet. ((#EveryoneIsGoingToTryAndSuckerMeIntoItNow.))

Sensai! *Points while staring kubrickly* I just KNOW you want in on this magical action... can't hide it from us

[Felicity]

I'll think about it, still not sure yet. ((#EveryoneIsGoingToTryAndSuckerMeIntoItNow.))

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[Commander]

I'll think about it, still not sure yet. ((#EveryoneIsGoingToTryAndSuckerMeIntoItNow.))

Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

I would join but I can't. I mean I really can't because I'm already way beyond my limit for Roleplays.

[Chevaleresse]

If you acquire more time, signups will stay open.

[Yash]

I'll think about it, still not sure yet. ((#EveryoneIsGoingToTryAndSuckerMeIntoItNow.))

Your Senseiness, you must try out this fantabulous thingamajig that is the RP of OSAF..

[Shamitako]

As dark as you want.

Hehehe~

I cannot wait to begin

[Hiss13]

I just finished writing the backstory.

*Hiss tries to write chaotic evil and ends up writing something completely different.*

[Chevaleresse]

Just FYI, I'm pretty nice when it comes to not killing people with NPCs, but I don't control other PCs. If you go chaotic evil and get killed I won't stop it.

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Fine, I will give it a bash. Though I think Imma bring back a character I want to fully explore. So... some of you guys might see a somewhat familiar face. Kinda have to make a gameplan before I go into this though...

((speaking of which... what is the extent of powers outside of Transformation? Is it possible to create small objects... like Bullets? or... no? There is a reason I am asking. I want my character's transformation to be more of an... oh shit button. Because I kinda want to take a somewhat stealthier approach, and use the transformation as a more "TIme to go loud and wreck some fools." kinda thing.))

[Felicity]

SINBAD

CALLING IT HERE BUUUUUDDY

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

You'll have to wait and see.