Fantasy How to Raise a Hero - Character Sheets

Bloody_Death · Jun 8, 2024

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A warrior needs not concern themselves with matters within the purview of men
Quick Note
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Hello Again!

Just a really quick note. But anyone who decides to play a demon character must have their character somewhere other than Ragandris. When they transmigrate, their demon character will already be in one of the three mortal countries and they won't be able to go back to Ragndris.
GIfted Stats
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⒈Mana [Open]

⒉Strength [Taken by OldTurtle ]

⒊Knowledge/Intelligence [Taken by Nano ]

⒋Aim/Precision [Taken by CasualTea ]

⒌Charm/Charisma [Taken by Bloody_Death ]

⒍Speed/Agility [Taken by Beann ]

⒎Defense [Taken by Lucem ]

⒏Luck [Taken by Dawnsx ]

⒐Stealth [Reserved]

⒑Stamina [Taken by Spoiled Bread ]

⒒Perception [Taken by Fluff ]

⒓Wisdom & Resolve [Taken by Nessi ]

⒔Dexterity [Taken by Worthlessplebian ]

⒕Affinity [Taken by Dovinique
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Age: (18+ please!)

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Pre-Isekai Info
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In-Depth
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Personality: (I don't expect this to change too much between the two lives, but if they do please make note of it!)

Backstory: (Please describe a bit of their previous life, how they found the book, and what they did during the five years between when they entered the book and the start of the plot.

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Carried over Skills: Anything they've learned

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A warrior needs not concern themselves with matters within the purview of men
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A warrior needs not concern themselves with matters within the purview of men
Prisma Chevelle
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Race: Human
Height: 6'1 || 185 cm
Age: 28 years old
Role: Mentor
Birthplace: Hortnesia Harbor
Affinity: N/A

A dignified woman who, once started, will never stop till she reaches her end goal. Prisma is a perfectionist through and through, having grown used to the expectations placed on her and completing them both in a timely and efficient manner. She really believes there is nothing one can’t do if they work hard enough for it and often pushes these ideals onto others.

However, this proves to be untrue after failing to save her own world despite trying her hardest. With a second chance to do it all over again, albeit at the cost of having to split her power amongst strangers from another world, she’s determined to see this mission all the way to its eventual completion.
Amancia Bernard
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Race: Human
Height: 5'4 || 163 cm
Age: 19 years old
Role: Queen of the Humans
Birthplace: Hortensia Harbor
Mana Affinity: Fire & Earth

The young yet very passionate ruler of the queendom of humans. Though pushed into the role of queen at the young age of 16 after her parents died, she always has the state of her queendom and people in her mind. Her youth belies a fiery soul, and she is determined to nurture and evolve her country into a place both themselves and their ancestors would be proud of.

More of a fighter than a queen, the young queen does her utmost to fulfill her role, listening closely to the support of her advisors. Many of her subjects still think she's too young to rule, but they do have faith that she'll grow to be an even more powerful ruler.
Lydia Floros
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Race: Elven
Height: 5'9 || 175 cm
Age: 83 years old
Role: Queen of the Elves
Birthplace: Litdunn Forest
Mana Affinity: Earth & Water

A woman who enjoys learning more than anything else in the world. More of a recluse than a ruler, she often spends her time cooped up in the deepest parts of Grand Library of Litdunn. In fact, the bulk of her work is passed off to her council and attendants, only giving her input and directions before leaving the others to do the rest.

She’s by far one of the most intelligent elves in the world, but this knowledge comes at the cost of negligence. While she is respected, even her own people rarely see her as she spends most of her time away from the public eye.
Mei-Lien Song
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Race: Merfolk
Height: 5'6 || 168 cm
Age: 36 years old
Role: Empress of the Merfolk
Birthplace: Zhonghai
Mana Affinity: Water & Wind

A very storybook-esque empress. A ruler who’s as regal as she is caring, Mei-Lien is a polite and kind leader who tries to get along and avoid as much conflict as possible. She prefers being heavily involved with the affairs of her land, taking time to interact and be with her people. Treasuring everything that makes up her kingdom, her love for both the land she rules and the citizens within are no less than genuine.

She’s very respected both by her people and people from other counties for being both wise and kind to all regardless of who and where they’re from. Some suspect she might be a pushover, but she has shown the ability to take action against those who pose a threat to her and her people.
Tyrael Kadin
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Race: Angel
Height: 6'0 || 183 cm
Age: 236 years old
Role: Lord of all Angels
Birthplace: Angiran Archipelago
Mana Affinity: Light & Water

The intimidating and stoic lord of the angels. As a man of few words who prefers to keep to himself, he’s a ruler who diligently does what is asked of him and nothing more. Unlike the rulers of Hortensia and Zhonghai, he shows no passion or enjoyment towards his work despite his competence as a sovereign. As long as no one is causing too much trouble or on death’s door, then it really isn’t his problem.

Many angels, and even his own council are frequently plagued with the temptation to question him, but it’s difficult to build a case when he’s good at what he does. That and the angels would never dare question the decrees of the dragon of the sky. So long as the dragon accepts Tyrael as the ruler and has yet to proclaim a successor, the angels will never accept anyone else to lead them.
Sam Rashid
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Race: Demon
Height: 6'11 || 211 cm
Age: 253 years old
Role: Lord of Demons
Birthplace: Ragandris
Mana Affinity: Dark & Fire

The pinnacle of all demonkind. As the ruler of a race of unapologetic troublemakers, he is just as if not more smug and flamboyant than the average member of the race he hails from. Much like his people, he makes a hobby out of getting a rise out of people and drawing reactions for his own amusement. He does take time to manage his kingdom a bit, but for the most part he just lets his people run wild, so long as they don’t disobey any of his commands.

Despite his nonchalance, he’s strong and feared just like any demon lord should be. Some enjoy that he isn’t as strict as previous rulers, but others accuse him of being lazy.

Code by Nano

Spoiled Bread · Jun 12, 2024

Yuel Ishtar

You can't die until I said so, now get up

Yuel

Name: Yuel Ishtar

Gender & Pronouns: female, she/her

Age: 125

Species: Angel

Affinity: Fire/Light

Home-Kingdom: Angiran Arcipelago

Social Status: Homeless

Gifted Stat: Stamina

Appearance: Yuel usually stays in her mortal form. In her angel form she poses a pair of white feathered wings with some very noticable red streaks on it.

Height: 5'4
Name: Hinata

Age: 30

Country of Origin: Japan

Appearance:
Personality: A bitter overworked soul who thinks that she was cursed with unluckiness. After she got thrown into another world its like a switch in her mind had been flicked, she wants to start a new life as a free-spirited person and do whatever she wants. While her heart is in the right place, mostly, she's horrible at being honest about herself and can become quite manipulative at times.

Backstory: Hinata was one of the countless regular office workers in Japan. Her life was centered around work, so much so that she barely has anything outside of it. The first few years she felts some fulfillment from it, even if her contribution to society was negligible. Once she turns 30 though, she realized that there's a lot of things she missed out in life. Her mother had been pestering her about marriage, she still didn't have enough money to buy her dream house and everyday felts the same way as yesterday.

After a mental breakdown, she decided to pack a little of her belonging and start an aimless journey. Moving from one city to another in search of purpose, she also sleep in internet cafes to save money. During this time, she found a suspicious book in one of the cafe's library. She recognize the title, Prisma the Light, a book that became an urban legend after its subsequent disappearance. Flipping through it, she found herself in another world as another person.

As if she was possessed by an eldritch entity, the prim and proper Yuel ishtar became considerably dumbed down and acts like peasant mortal in just a matter of seconds. Her angel father was worried and brought her to an oracle, the oracle then set up a dubious device with three light beams that converge into one point. Bathing her skull in the middle of the beams was supposed to cleanse her of any impurity in her mind.

Thinking that she would be magically lobotomized, Yuel kicked the oracle into the purifying device before escaping. Running frantically across the archipelago as her father might be there to put her back into the device any moment. Unfortunately, she stumbled at the edge of the island and freefall into the mortal world below.

Death count: 1

Yuel woke up on a bed, being nursed back to full health by an old couple who lives by themselves in a forest. She tried to help by foraging for ingredients and accidentally ate a poisonous berry. She collapsed and lost consciousness.

Death count: 2

She decided to go on a journey and got mauled by a bear. She managed to escape but lost her right arm and bleeds a lot. She lost consciousness.

Death count: 3

She got stabbed by a robber after carrying some expensive-looking robes. She bleeds out.

Death count: 5

Tried using magic and accidentally blast herself.

Death count: 7

Learning to fly and crashed into a cliff at full speed.

Death count: 14

Got burnt alive.

Death count: 27

Death count: 31

Death count: ....

She forgot the number.

She had been traveling for five years. She's admittedly not the brightest person, combined with how clueless she was about the world and her zero social skill AND her unluckiness, she had been in many situations that should kill a person. Yet she always survived. At first the pain scares her, making her hesitant to go anywhere and do anything, but after some time she started to enjoy the pain and revels in it. She also found that her near-death experiences greatly contribute to the effectiveness of her healing magic. She had been there, she knew what's broken and what to fix. She became a wandering healer so she can get some coins for her occasional indulgences.

Relationships: -
Carried over Skills:
- Anatomy
- Medicine
- Poison
- Games
Combat Data:
Yuel specializes at healing magic and destructive magic. Her healing magic is highly effective as she also combines it with her knowledges of anatomy and medicine. A lot of her magic attacks consist of high-risk spells that not only destroys enemies but also herself, yet the pain from those attacks wouldn't make her flinch and instead pump her up.

Worthlessplebian · Jun 13, 2024

Name: Serakiel of House Alakrite;

Gender: Male;

Age: 127 Years;

Species: Angel;

Home-Kingdom: Angiran Archipelago;

Social Status: Former Noble;

Gifted Stat: Dexterity;

Height: 6'7" (199 cm);

Appearance: His countenance had been that of a noble angel, ethereal in the sun's soothing light, brilliantly beautiful, but not unblemished — his face pockmarked, a memento of his fall from grace. His body is a svelte, tight chord of muscle entwined round a slender, lengthened foundation, sun-touched skin shimmering slightly in the shadows of his hood. His hair is a silver moon-hue, hanging loosely about his shoulders, dripping slightly down from his cowl. Gracefully decorating the hardened, brown eyes. Wings the colour of a serene ocean, stretched to the horizon, and silken to the touch.
Name: Gabriel Rønne;

Gender: Male;

Age: 37 Years;

Country of Origin: Norway;

Appearance: Though his stature had not been archetypal of his fellow countrymen, Gabriel had been particularly broad and well-muscled as though his form had been carved from the sturdiest bedrock of the earth. His skin as pallid as the ivory sheets of snow blanketing the countryside, smoothly contrasting and complimenting the earthen browns of his eyes and hair. A scar ran the length of his shoulder, a souvenir earned from a terrible tumble during a ski trip. His drawn, flat features always shined with a smile like a bonfire in the cold night.
Personality: Before Serakiel's merger with the noble spark of Gabriel's soul, the angel had been keenly possessed of arrogance, vanity, and a flint-edged callousness to everything around him. He graced the world only with a haughty, stern look in his auburn eyes. However, when the righteous decency of the detective infected the angel to his very core, Serakiel became overburdened with a newfound compassion for the world around him, not simply the world itself, but its peoples as well. Disgusted by his century of hubris, reforged in Gabriel's fire, the dark-cowled angel relinquished his ties to his family. He saw it as the only measure to rectify his sins. And the only path forward for him to assist the world, like a trail untraveled to murky depths of wonder and terror. But with the resolve of twin-souls joined together, Serakiel met the challenge freely and without hesitation. He is kind, but not one to be misled by his generosity. He helps those he can, and grieves those he couldn't, even though he recognises the folly of it. He possesses a particular fondness for felines, finding their frantic, agile antics charming.

Inspired with an inquisitive wonder, likely birthed from Gabriel's truth-bent mind, Serakiel endeavours to catalogue many of his findings, experiences, sights to the tiniest detail possible. However, beneath the calm, inviting warmth lies an anger so potent, it can chill to the bone when disturbed. Still, despite his fault, he maintains a level-headedness necessary for the task at hand.

Backstory: Hailing from the frigid lands of Norway, Gabriel Rønne knew nothing but the fruits of a comfortable life brought about by the efforts of his parents. Though life could be harsh, the young boy would never know of its merciless indifference. Until he became a man. After the eve of his graduation from the police academy, his father would pass away in a senseless, tragic accident at work, his mother would follow a year later, hollowed out by a terminal illness that wracked her body for so long. The shadow of their passing lengthened through his days, always on his heels. Cleaving his relationships in two, sequestering him in his home, sinking him into the arms of indolence. His profession had been his saving grace, not an escape, but the balm to the wound across his soul.

Years passed and Gabriel would soon become a detective in the force, a promotion much deserved due to his earnest and devoted work-ethics.

Then during a murder scene, particularly bloodied with the butchered remains of the victim, the detective found a book, misplaced amongst the carnage. Scrolling through its pages, wetted with crimson, Gabriel's very essence had been shackled in the book's mysticism, prising his soul from its mortal shell. His soul had joined another, a winged being who did rest on the laurels of his family's fortune, nobility, imperiousness. The two entities warred until their elision had been concluded.

Resentment burned in the heart of this new being — tempered by Gabriel's insatiable need for justice, altruism—Serakiel, burdened and uplifted, stripped himself of House Alakrite's trappings. Enraging his family. Shocked and spurned by his renouncement, forever had they exiled him. However, the repercussion of his singular decision did not trouble him, for he had already steeled himself with this new determination. It had found him, after all.

His next four years were spent on the wind's winnowing drift from cities to villages to hamlets, doing whatever he could for their wayward souls. His only comforts were the knowledge of his self-appointed duty and the fruit of his labour, their welfare, their protection. With nothing, but the barest belongings on his back and sides.

Relationships: TBD;
Carried over Skills: Archery, Skiing, Camping, Cooking, First Aid, Marksmanship;

Combat Data: His dextrous ability allows him a degree of mastery over armed combat, allowing him to outduel most foes in a direct confrontation. His preferred weapon is a war-scythe with a single curving blade, ridged along the top, enwrapped with the coiling, prehensile bands able to easily restrain most of the mortal races without much difficulty. The fabric of his armour can also be imbued with the angel's soothing light, able to rapidly heal those embrace in the soft, warmth of his flowing bindings.

Magic Affinity: Light;

Equipment:
Heirloom Armour
Spirit Strands
War-scythe
Rucksack
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Dawnsx · Jun 13, 2024

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Basics:
Novel

Name

Morgan Rhoda

Gender

Male (he/him)

Age

20

Species

Merfolk

Home Kingdom

Zhonghai

Social Status

Commoner

Gifted Stat

Luck

Basics:
Earth

Name

Morgan Minazuki

Gender

Male (he/him)

Age

17

Country of Origin

Japan/United States

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Appearance

Once upon a time, Morgan Minazuki was your average Joe with unremarkable features and a shaggy head of black hair. Dark circles were tattooed under his eyes, and his skin was a sickly pale shade from hardly ever stepping out of his home. Whether it'd be due to anxiety or poor posture from constantly being curled on his gamer chair, his silhouette is permanently huddled and mousy. Like a fantastical magical girl transformation, Morgan became everything he ever wanted to be when he fell into the world of Prisma of Light. At some point during his ascent into adulthood, Morgan Rhoda's body seemed to have forgotten to shake off the last of its youthful vestige. With his slim build and doe eyes, it's easy to mistake him as a teen rather than the adult that he is. It hardly helps that Morgan’s creed for fashion is “cute and comfy,” which means his baggy, pastel outfits dwarf him even further.

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brown

165 cm

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Personality

Clapping his hands together and resting them against his cheek, Morgan smiles sweetly. “It’s so nice to meet you!” Internally, he shrivels up and dies of cringe. ~~~ Five years ago, Morgan was the picture definition of a stereotypical basement dweller. He took little care in his appearance, shied away from human contact, and preferred the company of 2D characters. Although he was usually the quiet and gloomy sort, there was one sure way to lift his spirits: present him with anything cute and soft! Whether it’d be magical girls and boys, squishy mascots, or frilly outfits, he loved them all! Despite his love for all things cute, Morgan felt resigned to the fact that he was the exact opposite… until he was thrust into another world, that is! As Morgan Rhoda, he is as adorable as he ever wanted to be, so why not act like the magical boy that he always dreamed he could be? And so with every opportunity that arises, he tries to be as charming and winsome as the protagonists from his favorite shows. Key word: tries. Alas, Morgan is still an awkward, self-conscious introvert at heart. Each time he takes on the saccharine persona, he dies a little of embarrassment. He still finds human interaction to be a pain and tends to keep to himself. On the flip side, Morgan is far from apathetic. In fact, even as he loathes to interact with others, he cares a great deal for the wellbeing of those whom he considers his friends. He has a good heart and will genuinely offer any help that others need, even as he regrets his choices internally. To the few people whom Morgan has grown close to, he will unabashedly show his snark and let his true thoughts slip out.

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Basics
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Earth

At the age of seven, Morgan’s family made a move from their home in Japan to the United States. As Morgan stepped into his new classroom, the excitement of getting to live in a new place was suddenly washed away by a torrent of trepidation. What if the kids don’t like me? What if I can’t understand them? It was his anxiety speaking, he told himself. He was worrying for nothing. But his concerns soon became reality. “Hey, why’s your backpack so weird?” “Um, it’s a randoseru–” “A what? Speak English.” “Uh, it’s–” “What’s this?” A hand grabbed the little charm hanging from Morgan’s backpack handle. “Oh, it’s a character from an anime…” “Anime? What’s that?” “It’s… it’s a show. It’s about magic and stuff.” “It looks really girly. You like girly stuff?” A chorus of laughter. He sank into his seat. ~~~ “Come on, Morgan,” his mother said, looking unimpressed. “Kids are like that. It’s not like they hit you or anything.” “Your mother’s right,” his father agreed. He picked up Morgan’s backpack and pulled the charm off. “If it bothers you so much, just don’t bring this thing anymore. You’re too old for it, anyway.” ~~~ There was a knock on his bedroom door. “Morgan? Open the door. You have to go to school!” “...I don’t wanna.” ~~~ BlueWasp 4:04 dude, how come you’re always online? don’t you have school tomorrow? or i guess today magicsakana06 4:06 nah, i’m homeschooled BlueWasp 4:06 huh, never met someone who’s homeschooled how come? magicsakana06 4:07 the outside world is too harsh for me x-x i’ll never survive out there BlueWasp 4:07 lmao weaaaak ~~~ BlueWasp 15:23 hey did you get the package? magicsakana06 15:23 yea what is it??? BlueWasp 15:24 early bday present happy bday bae magicsakana06 15:24 :0000 thanks!!! magicsakana06 15:27 what book is this? no title BlueWasp 15:28 prima of light prisma* found it in a bookstore magicsakana06 15:28 whaaat didn’t they all disappear a while ago or smth BlueWasp 15:28 yeah so i snatched it up it’s about magic and saving the world and stuff, right? seems right up your alley magicsakana06 15:29 yea i had a copy when i was a kid but it went woosh so thanks!! this is cool BlueWasp 15:29 np

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Novel: Part I

Jiang Maoling was a young, orphaned merfolk who lived off the charity of his people. In his original tale, he was one of the many common people that Prisma met on her journey. His story would be cut short when the mysterious disease took his life – just one amongst countless others. One morning, Maoling awakened with new memories and a new identity, Thus was his destiny rewritten… ~~~ “Morning, Maoling! Where are you headed today?” Morgan almost didn’t react, still not quite able to register the odd name as his own. “I’m gonna go explore the caves!” “Alright then, be safe out there!” The kindly merfolk lady shook her head as Morgan swam off. “My, he’s been very adventurous of the late…” ~~~ “...Don’t you guys get sick of all this water?” The girl with the betta-like tail looked at him oddly. “What’s that even supposed to mean?” He sighed and shook his head. “Nevermind.” ~~~ Morgan picked at the raw fish and seaweed that was given to him by the family next door. He shouldn’t complain. He wouldn’t have anything else to eat if not for the generosity of his neighbors. He bit into the fish and grimaced. …Alright, time to pack.

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Novel: Part II

He was lost. His feet ached. His stomach growled. His mouth was completely dry. …He sure was missing all that water now. ”Hello.” Nothing but trees all around. Didn’t the elves get sick of all these trees? He supposed it was the same as asking if merfolk ever got sick of water. ”Hello.” He’d meant to go to Hortensia Harbor, but the dummy Xiaoyu gave him an upside down map and he ended swimming to the wrong side of Semonia! Just his luck. “Hello.” He blinked and turned around. At his heels was a little girl with pretty blonde hair and a blank expression. “I’m Evalina,” she said. She tilted her head and stared into his eyes. Suddenly, he felt like his soul was laid bare. After a beat, she beckoned him with a hand. “Come home with me. We have food.” He needed no further convincing. ~~~ Morgan had only intended to stay at Evalina’s home for a little while. Just long enough to get fed and gather his wits. But her father, Laurence, took one look at him and told him to stay for as long as he wanted. So one day turned into a week. Then a week into a month. A year later, despite never having told her about it, Evalina took his hand, led him to Laurence in the living room, and quietly said, “Pa. It’s my brother’s birthday today.” ~~~ The Minazukis had given up after a few months, but Laurence was different. He was persistent. Never pushy, but unexpectedly stubborn. He would send Evalina to his room to fetch him for meals. He knew Morgan could never say no to her. He would buy gifts and do little favors, even though Morgan always tried to fend off these gestures with polite refusals. Then, one night, when Morgan was ill and couldn’t even keep his human form, Laurence carried him into their little bathtub. He sat with him all night, keeping the water comfortably warm. ”Don’t worry, kiddo. I’ll be right here for you.” Finally, Morgan felt his walls crack. ~~~ The Rhodas led a peaceful life. To make sure that it could continue on that way, Morgan answered Prisma’s call to defend the world from devastation…

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Backstory
CS

“I will find you again.”

Xiaoyu

The two met in Zhonghai after Xiaoyu generously helped Morgan a few times when he was wanting for food. Before Morgan's departure, they discussed meeting up at Hortensia Harbor, but Xiaoyu duped him by giving him an upside down map! Nevertheless, Morgan still feels endlessly grateful to his fellow merfolk for extending a helping hand for nothing in return.

“He really spoils me too much… But it’s nice…”

Laurence Rhoda

The former adventurer took Morgan into his home when the he had nowhere to go. Morgan repaid his kindness by doing chores around the house and keeping Evalina company. It didn’t take long for Laurence to take a liking to the demure but gentle boy. He treated Morgan like his own and taught him the ways of the land. While Evalina taught Morgan to use magic, Laurence attempted to pass on his sword techniques... and promptly gave up when he witnessed Morgan's pathetic stamina and strength. Once Morgan came out of his shell and started accepting Laurence’s gestures of goodwill, the man started to act like a doting father. He praised Morgan whenever he could, and gently steered him to the right path whenever he made a mistake. Most of all, Laurence never once belittled Morgan for the things he enjoyed.

“Will you teach me a new spell today?”

Evalina Rhoda

Evalina and Morgan share an affinity in water mana. Being a prodigy in magic, Evalina took on the mantle of Morgan’s mentor despite being five years his junior. In spite of her youth, she is a patient and effective teacher. All she asks in return for her lessons is for Morgan to braid her hair and have tea parties with her whenever she asks. The two share a firm bond. They are both the sibling that the other never had, and they occasionally act like partners in crime to give Laurence a headache. Evalina is one of the few people that Morgan can be completely comfortable and honest with. At the same time, he is unnerved by the thoughtful looks that she sends him sometimes. How much does she know about him, really…?

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Relationships
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Skills

Enhancing

A skill taught to Morgan by Evalina. Enhancing requires precision, a fine control of one’s own mana, and an understanding of the mana capacity of an item – all of which Morgan lacks. However, he makes up for it by being extremely lucky with his guesstimates of how much mana he should pour into an object!

Herbology

Laurence taught Morgan to recognize the diverse floral life in Litdunn Forest. Morgan has a terrible memory and can hardly remember the names and appearances of all the different types of plants, yet he always manages to pick out the correct ones for Evalina's potions...?

Homemaking

Morgan handled almost all of the household work when he lived with the Rhodas, from cooking to cleaning to sewing.

Art

One skill that Morgan developed while on Earth was drawing. He mostly enjoys drawing mascots. Although he has less time to draw now between his chores and training, he still occasionally gifts Evalina with pictures of cute little creatures.

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Combat Data

Luck

Morgan is lucky in every sense of the word. Nine times out of ten, he will win a card game. Or maybe he will find a pretty coin on the ground just as he needs it. He might also come across a restaurant handing out free samples just as he is feeling peckish! In spite of it all, Morgan can’t control when these lucky breaks occur. If he were to describe it with video game terminology, he would say that his luck is a “passive ability.” But as with all things in life, there must be a balance. For each stroke of luck that happens, Morgan accumulates negative karma. His gifted stat prevents any major misfortune to befall him, but the accumulation of all the invisible bad juju nevertheless causes a strain on his physical and mental wellbeing. Morgan is able to release his negative karma on a target, causing them to suffer terrible luck.

Water Affinity

The original Morgan Rhoda never had a chance to learn to cast magic. This changed when Evalina began to teach him how to manipulate his mana. Unfortunately, Morgan lacks any innate talent in magic, nor is he the most motivated student out there. His control over his mana is flimsy at best. It’s simply a miracle, or perhaps just incredible luck, that Morgan is able to consistently cast his spells with success.

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Equipment

Health potion: Morgan always carries several vials of health potions on him, courtesy of Evalina. Most of the potions heal minor scrapes and cuts, but a single vial, one that Evalina managed to successfully make by chance, could knit together a more severe injury.

Unnamed staff: Acquired by Morgan when he won a giveaway hosted by a local mage. What better way to live out his magical boy fantasies than with a kawaii staff?

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Abilities
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Preferences

Likes

After being brought to the world of Primsa of Light, he has developed an interest in fashion after becoming more comfortable with the idea of dressing himself up. Although he has grown more active with all the chores and training that he does with the Rhodas, he is still largely on “energy-saving mode.” He enjoys nothing more than lazing around the house with Laurence and Evalina by his side.

Dislikes

Morgan is a private person by nature. He prefers not to divulge personal information, and can become testy and closed off if someone pries too much. Although he can be affectionate with his loved ones, he does not like it when someone invades his personal space without permission. Also a bit of a picky eater. Laurence can attest.

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Notes

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Morgan was quick to abandon the name of Jiang Maoling when he came to this world as he simply couldn't get used to it.

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Though Morgan didn't have many friends in real life, he built several lasting friendships online. BlueWasp was one such online friend whom he'd known since he learned to browse the Internet.

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Voice claim: Kawanishi Kengo

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Quotes

“Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Proin non neque metus.” “Sed auctor erat ut odio porta, sit amet lobortis nunc molestie.” “Integer ac aliquam tellus. Aliquam blandit arcu ac auctor pharetra. Cras nec ante orci. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos.” “Donec ac libero in libero porta cursus a quis felis. In blandit molestie diam at eleifend. Etiam rutrum dignissim leo, quis vulputate nibh accumsan quis. Nullam finibus nulla dictum, hendrerit tellus eu, porta erat. Morbi tempus felis ac felis sodales, sed tincidunt odio ultrices.”

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Extras

Code by Nano

Beann · Jun 13, 2024

The Prophet

Alesana

Post-Isekai Information

Name: Alesana Flamehardt

Gender & Pronouns: Female [She/Her]

Age: 236

Species: Angel

Home-Kingdom: Angiran Archipelago

Social Status: Noble

Gifted Stat: Agility/Speed

Height: 177 cm

Pre-Isekai Information

Name: Emelia Glauser

Gender & Pronouns: Female [She/Her]

Age: 33

Country of Origin: Switzerland

Appearance

Personality

A headstrong woman who isn't afraid to voice her opinion, especially when it comes to opposing matters. She keeps most people at a distance, preferring to maintain cordial relationships that are less likely to spur drama. Earning her trust is no easy task but makes for a loyal ally when granted. Like most angels, she possesses a savior complex as she always goes out of her way to help those less fortunate than her.

Backstory

A successful prosecutor with an appreciation for fineart. Emelia Glauser grew up living comfortably as her mother was a famous composer and her father was a renowned curator. While she did not follow in either of their footsteps, she made a name for herself across northern Europe for being a reliable lawyer.

In her early thirties, her father suffered a brain aneurysm and passed suddenly, leaving Emelia and her mother to sort out his business. Upon digging through his belongings, she came across a familiar book from her childhood, Prisma the Light, one that she thought her mother had given away years ago. Reminiscing on old memories, she skimmed through the pages of the book, reaching the very end. With a flash of light, she was unexpectedly transported into a world she quickly deduced was the very same as the book she had read long ago.

Adjusting to her new life was quite a challenge for her. Years were spent understanding the person she was impersonating; luckily for her, she was good at speaking, avoiding suspicion for the most part. The person she was pretending to be was a noblewoman, Alesana Flamehardt, or, The Prophet. The winged individual was known to experience prophetic dreams in which she would swiftly deliver messages about her interpretations to neighboring countries if it concerned them. Her other responsibilities consisted of acting as a competent council member to the Lord of Angels, Tyrael Kadin. Admittedly, advising someone in power was far easier than interpreting obscure dreams but over the five years of pretending, she seemed to have found a balance.

Relationships

Tyrael Kadin | Childhood "friends" thanks to their two families forcing interactions. Alesana is currently a member of his council but is not as active given her other responsibilities.
Name | Relationship

Skills and Abilities

Skills: Persuasion & public speaking
Mana Affinity: Fire [family] & Light [species]
Combat Data: A well-rounded arsenal of magic. With fire being the primary usage for offensive spells, light is utilized for minor healing and blinding enemies. A simple spear is also utilized in combination with her magic for close to medium-range combat.

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SEROBLISS

Nano · Jun 14, 2024

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Basics:
Novel

Name

Ray Nepenthos

Gender

Male (He/Him)

Age

88

Species

Demon

Home Kingdom

Ragandris

Social Status

Commoner

Gifted Stat

Knowledge

Basics:
Earth

Name

Rei Linwood

Gender

Male (He/Him)

Age

22

Country of Origin

United States

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Appearance

When donning the guise of a human, Ray’s original and current appearance are remarkably similar, distinguished only by the slightest difference in the sculpting of his nose and a centimeter or two missing from his height—or has he become taller in this world? It’s difficult to tell given the heeled boots he’s taken to as his go-to choice in footwear. Even his voice and the way streaks of cyan have been dyed over purple hair have remained the same, though he’s figured out over the course of his five year stay that said highlights are somehow natural to this body. The only notable differences that people who knew Rei Linwood would notice are the length of his hair and the color of his eyes—a dull green whose edges melt into a bright magenta compared to the gold eyes of his former self. The demon hidden under a human mask possesses distinct features yet remains not quite as demonic as his brethren. His skin retains much of the same qualities as before, and his body lacks horns, a tail, or any of the other features stereotypical of his race. In their stead, cracks upon his visage give way to a swirling abyss, centered around his right eye, while a set of eight appendages akin to those of an octopus stem from his head in the place of his hair. Perhaps due to the presence of these tentacles, cutting his hair only results in it immediately growing back to its original length within half a day. After a few attempts, he gave up and let it be. The clothes he wears appear ill-suited for a traveler, but they’ve been treated with a solution that increases their durability. Though the fabric appears thin, the treated cloth is capable of protecting its wearer from a certain level of force from magic and slashes from a bladed weapon. Its effectiveness is diminished against blunt force and weapons focused on piercing, however. The zipper on the left arm of his coat opens up to a magic pocket which he uses to store his briefcase and any potions he preps before battle.

purple/cyan hair

green/magenta eyes

186cm (including heels)

fc: hoshirube sho

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Personality

A troublesome individual (read: pain in the ass) who lashes out like an ill-tempered cat at those who try to get too close yet gets lonely easily. His carefully curated public image of a polite individual was torn off the moment he found himself locked within an unfamiliar prison, no longer repressing his poisonous tongue and freely tossing condescending retorts aimed at the denizens of this strange world while wearing a mocking smile. Dwelling within a pool of bitter hatred toward Prisma Chevelle and her ilk, he chooses to remain aloof and unfettered, barely cultivating mere shallow and passing relationships at best. Seldom does he offer his services out of the goodness of his heart, moving only when the outcome or promised reward is to his benefit, though his coldhearted attitude softens a fraction when it comes to his fellow humans hailing from Earth. If it were the Rei of the past, he may have even found himself cultivating friendships among his fellow heroes, yet the current Ray exerts painstaking efforts to keep everyone at length. No amount of kindness can move the man who desperately wishes for nothing more than to depart from the world he so detests. Cynicism permeates every fiber of his being, and suspicion keeps his true thoughts locked up tight behind irritated dismissiveness or a mask of false propriety. To the few patient enough to decipher his preferences, he looks upon their efforts with extreme discomfort bordering on disgust, constantly wracked by a wariness that assumes all who approach possess an ulterior motive. Even genuine concern makes his skin crawl, and there’s nothing he considers to be worse than the amicable personalities who can’t take no for an answer. The only thing he detests more than that level of nosiness are those who preach about morals and goodness. They are the antithesis to his belief that justice is a fickle ideal, being either a corrupt web of lies and hypocrisy to excuse one’s actions or a cheap motivator for those who truly hold “good” and “honor” close to their heart. This mulish, stubborn manner of dealing with people coupled with a carefully tempered wit presents an image of someone who is incredibly selfish yet undeniably self-sufficient. And for the most part, he is. As the human deemed worthy of inheriting the Hero’s aspect of knowledge, he possesses an astounding mastery of Alchemy in spite of his current body being dearth of mana relative to others of his race. For what he lacks in raw power, he makes up for in resourcefulness. Even in the face of sudden and unexpected developments, he’s capable of reconstructing his plans to accommodate new factors on the spot. Unfortunately, he’s rather direct and ineloquent when it comes to “requesting” aid (if you can even call it that) for the sake of fulfilling these plans and tends to rub those with less tolerant personalities the wrong way. When he’s not barking at someone who happened to look at him the wrong way, Ray is typically seen stuck to Yujin’s side like glue. As if possessed by a completely different personality, words of (platonic) affection come to him easily when addressing his childhood friend. Though bits of sarcasm slip past his filter from time-to-time, the number of unkind words he’s said to Yujin can be counted upon a single hand, and the normally irritated twitch of his brow softens into a look of pure adoration for the man. In strict contrast to his usual skepticism, the mermaid is the one and only person whom he trusts wholeheartedly and would never doubt even if all signs point to his friend being at fault. As if to compensate for the two years they spent apart, Ray generally keeps a close eye on Yujin’s whereabouts and health, coddling him to the point where he turns his head immediately in concern if he so much as coughs once.

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Basics
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Earth

“...so play nice, alright? Are you listening? Rei. Rei!” The elderly woman slapped the top of Rei’s head with the bottom of a slipper, lightly smacking his face down into the picture book he was reading. By the time his head bounced off of the book, the old woman was tapping her weaponized slipper in her hand threateningly, and he managed to reign in the eye roll he was itching to give her. Finally, he answered her with a grunt. Get along with the neighbor’s kid. Sure. Whatever. Unconvinced that he’d be on his best behavior, the old hag had even threatened to ban him from sitting in the room to watch her the next time she made her next batch of handcrafted incense. Though a strange hobby for a child, she’d always been happy to entertain her beloved grandson whenever he came over to visit. However, now that his parents had moved in with his grandmother to keep her company after his grandfather had passed away, it became clear she preferred whatever snotty kid lived next door over her own kin. The first time he met Yujin Park, he thought he was dull and annoying, with an emphasis on annoying. He came over their house almost every day after school, and Rei could only grit his teeth and pretend to smile with all the acting chops and tolerance a six-year-old could muster. Whatever Yujin wanted to do, Rei acquiesced and “happily” played along. Throughout the entire day, he’d think about how he’d rather sit in his grandmother’s room and guess what scents had gone into the incense sticks or candles she’d made, but alas, he was stuck entertaining some other kid until nighttime came where he’d inevitably punch his frustrations into his pillow. Oh god, don’t even get him started on the stupid Disney princess movies he was forced to watch. On the rare days that he had his grandmother all to himself, he’d lay down on her bed and lightly kick at the wall. All that left his mouth were complaints, about Yujin, school, and math homework, and she’d pinch his nose in response each time. “Maybe if you didn’t tell every kid who didn’t take a bath for one day that they were stinky, you’d get along with your classmates better.” In truth, he didn’t need anyone else. He was content with closing his eyes to the scent of agarwood and santalum as his grandmother hummed some traditional song from her homeland. However, because he knew such words would disappoint her, he didn’t say another word and drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately, when he woke up, that stupid kid from next door came to disturb his peace once again. Rei didn’t know when the annoyance called Yujin Park became something necessary in his life. When was the first time he’d found something the brunette had said was genuinely funny? On what day had he bothered to share the things he liked with him? How long did it take for him to finally be the one to initiate the conversation? During his week-long stay at the hospital, he’d initially shrugged his shoulders when his grandmother said that Yujin couldn’t come to visit since children weren’t allowed. Good riddance, he’d thought, only for the sensation that something was missing to hit him by the third day. For the first time, the lack of that incessant buzzing made him feel…lonely. Perhaps he’d be a little nicer to his friend from now on. Just a little bit. From the grumpy kid who’d stick to his own corner on the playground during recess, he became the grumpy kid who occasionally said ok when Yujin’s friends asked if he wanted to play kickball. Throughout the rest of elementary and middle school, he still didn’t really have anyone else he would consider a friend, but it was progress. At least, he stopped getting into fights, and his grandmother seemed relieved that she no longer had to pick him up from the principal’s office for the millionth time. By the time he realized it, Rei was grinding through high school, aiming for top marks in his classes, getting his share of extracurriculars, and making connections with like-minded people in clubs. Then came the age where he was shipped off to college, getting through the banal courses required for his graduation requirements as an Organic Chemistry Major, on top of more extracurriculars, more interviews, and more applications. Rei’s first major argument with his grandmother came right towards the end of his college career. For injuries sustained from an elderly woman who’d been hospitalized due to a bad fall while out shopping for groceries, his back stung just as much as it did when she’d beaten him as a child. That doctor must’ve been a quack. There’s no way that old hag was in need of a hip surgery. “I don’t have to become a perfumer. Who’d want to spend two years in France, anyway?” Rei spat angrily, having retreated back to their flat to lick his wounds after being thrown out of his grandmother’s hospital room. “There’re plenty of other jobs I could land with my qualifications and degree.” His rant continued on-and-on as he half-heartedly flipped through the pages of the book Yujin had picked up from the library. Deep down, he knew his grandmother was right. He’d never expressed the reason behind why he suddenly didn’t wish to study abroad after bothering to go the extra mile to send in his CV and take the entrance exams, but the old hag had always been able to read him like a book. She hadn’t raised him to get cold feet just because of his silly little fears that he’d one day come home for vacation only to realize she was gone. That didn’t mean he was going to apologize to her- A bright flash interrupted his thoughts, but when Rei snapped his head in Yujin’s direction, his friend was nowhere to be seen. Only the brunette’s copy of the book laid upon the floor, opened to the final blank page. “This isn’t funny,” he mumbled, though panic began to set in when his friend didn’t pop out from wherever he was after five minutes. A small voice in the back of his mind urged him to check his copy of the book. Skeptical but lacking in options, he quickly flipped to the last page where his eyes landed upon a strange sigil. There was another flash of light. Then, he too was gone.

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Novel: Part I

In Prisma the Light, the name Nepenthos appeared exactly once. Stuffed within a throwaway sentence among the handful describing the myths stemming from Ragandris, they were a group of apothecaries hailed as the Doctors of Fate. With its short 200 pages worth of content, the novel never elaborated on their existence, nor did it ever touch upon the life of the young demon who attempted to reject his family’s philosophy. Nameless, faceless, and wretched—such was the character whose body Rei Linwood came to inhabit. The memories inherited from Ray Nepenthos start with a notebook bound in worn leather. Santalum and the smokey musk of a flickerbeast evoke the faint echo of a voice, gravelly with age, guiding the hand of a young demon no older than the age of ten. Skimming the page of the notebook upon his lap, the young boy shakily filled the cauldron with his mana, melting down the leaves and stones within the pot until only a milky fluid remained. The cauldron shattered. Then, the disappointed sigh of the clan elder brushed past his ear, carrying the weight of all the words of scolding that remained unspoken. A lone child sat within the dark room, cradling torn fingertips as droplets of blood ran down his wrist and stained the cloth of his sleeve blue. No matter how far the Nepenthos pushed the child, the image of a lifeless gaze decorated with a fake smile continued to flicker vividly within the back of his mind. She had thanked him so profusely, so where had all that happiness gone? Like a fleeting dream, her radiance had disappeared in a puff of smoke. They called themselves Doctors of Fate, luring in their victims with promises of starting life over. One drink was all it took to forget everything: their grief, those who caused them suffering, and the life they once loathed. Henceforth, they were a blank slate, a cocoon of boundless potential ready to emerge anew. Their clan of apothecaries disappeared and appeared as they pleased, offering the drug they dubbed anti-sorrow to the weak and vulnerable. Some days, their patient would be a young woman who’d lost her way in life. On others, they’d valiantly come to the aid of a village ailing from a catastrophe that hung over their heads like a curse. Did they build up a new identity from scratch, or had they stolen another’s birthright? Whatever the end result, the Doctors of Fate spoken of only in myths bestowed the patient their desired metamorphosis solely for sating their sickening curiosities. Each subject was merely one layer in their web of social experiments conducted for the sake of delving ever deeper into the mortal psyche and their inherent natures. Their clan had grown numb to the anguished cries of their victims, pretending it was a mere byproduct of mortal nature remaining unchangeable no matter how many times their little simulations were reset. The child named Ray alone, albeit a genius in his own right, was the sole outlier amongst the demons who killed their empathy. He could recite each formula forwards and backwards, yet morals stilled his hands each time he attempted to concoct the clan’s treasured anti-sorrow. Ten, twenty, and thirty years passed, but still his heart remained unwaveringly altruistic. Packing his bags and venturing past the reversed side, he hid under the guise of a human and escaped from the den of evil he’d once referred to as his home. Never again would his hands touch the medicine his family was so proud of, desiring to only act in ways that would allow him to lift his head and declare himself an apothecary with pride. He didn’t need some grandiose title like a so-called Doctor of Fate if it came at the cost of the life of another. He who witnessed mankind at their highest and lowest continued to peddle his medicines, lending his aid no matter his patient’s background. So long as he could save one more life, perhaps the world would slowly become a better place…or so he believed. The demon’s arrival at the outskirts of Freybel, a village tucked away within Litdunn Forest, appeared no different from his visitations to the various other humble settlements across the vast continent of Semonia. Just off to the side of the forest path, the doctor discovered a young man resting upon the base of a tree. With a cheerful wave, he ventured closer, only to note that the man’s clothes looked worse for wear while the ankle of the foot he’d gingerly kicked out of his boot was horribly swollen. The immense fear drawn upon the stranger’s face instinctively brought the demon’s hand up to touch his face, wondering if some part of his human guise had worn off. However, the man neither screamed at him to get lost nor rejected his medicines. His only words were a shaky warning to turn around before it was too late, and he walked off without so much as a thank you or an explanation for what had shaken him so. Faintly, he could barely catch the word “cursed” amidst the jumbled whispers of the man mumbling to himself, and he could only assume that something terrible had befallen the village. He’d been told to flee, yet hubris morphed this suggestion into a desire to “help”. Ray Nepenthos was naïve. Instinct told him to run from the unsettling atmosphere of the cursed village, yet his stubborn heart rooted him to the spot, driving him to “cure” the village of the parasites plaguing their people. The young girl's body ceased convulsing, yet her mother wore an expression of horror. He was a sinner. He had killed their god. The taste of fetid flesh wriggled down his throat as the people prayed for the consecration of a new vessel.

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Novel: Part II

For all he cared, Semonia and its people could burn. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. As long as he held onto that hatred, he could justify the actions that haunted him every night. It wasn’t his fault. === When he first came to, he awoke to a tacky fluid crusted upon his left cheek. The acrid stench of vomit and feces accompanied a splitting headache, followed by a hazy stream of memories that gradually intensified until he had no choice but to acknowledge their existence. As if watching a movie fast-forward, he became the unwilling observer of eight decades’ worth of memories—both trivial and unforgettable—leading up to the downfall of a foolish dreamer. Instinctively he knew, whatever nightmare he’d found himself trapped within, that man was currently none other than himself. No, he wasn’t Ray Nepenthos, someone so weak and soft-hearted that he’d allow himself to be taken advantage of over-and-over. He was better than someone like that, so why had he been chosen to take his place? The number of denials grew, but the dream never faded. Suddenly, he became aware that the deranged whispers teetering about the corridor and the touch of the rats occasionally brushing past his ankle were an ever present reality. Light flooded into the room as the door to the isolation chamber opened, and as he lifted his hand to shield his eyes, the shadow of a familiar woman loomed over his prone figure. Her body eclipsed the torchlight, outlining her in a demented halo, but the crooked smile on her ashen visage failed to evoke the image of anything holy. It was the mother of the daughter whom the man in his memories had healed, this time having returned to pay back the favor with the tarnished tray in her hands. Something moved. The clawing of his empty stomach and the acid that bit at the bottom of his esophagus grew numb, replaced by a nauseating twist as his throat instinctively constricted at the final memory his predecessor had left him. That man had purged the mass from his body before it was digested, and he knew what “corrections” were to come if he were to refuse. Still, he knew he couldn’t afford to eat what they gave him, no matter how prettily they dressed it. Not unless he wished to end up the same way as those fleshless, parasite-infested corpses skulking about the village. Unlike the first time, they didn’t force their so-called offering down his throat. As if coaxing a child to obediently swallow bitter medicine, the woman spoke in gentle whispers while gently brushing her finger up and down his cheek. Still, he kept his mouth shut, stubbornly glaring up at the woman in silence. She sighed. When he came to, he awoke to a tacky fluid crusted upon his left cheek. The stench of rusted iron and the filth in the cell accompanied bone-deep aches, and he couldn’t tell where each sensation of pain began and ended. At least it distracted him from his hunger, he thought, though his stubbornness wouldn’t last for long. On the fourth day, he tried eating the strange appendages growing from his scalp. On the seventh, he ignored the pitiful squeaks as his teeth tore into the fragile body of the rat struggling in his hand. On the tenth…or was it the twelfth? In the midst of his delirium, he began to wonder if he would ever find a way out. Even if he made it out, how long would he remain stuck in this foreign world in the skin of another? He was self-assured of his identity, yet the memories of Ray Nepenthos remained so vivid, as if the world were cajoling him to accept his fate, to embrace his role as a sacrificial lamb. For a brief moment, he questioned if Rei Linwood was simply someone who Ray’s imagination had created as a way to cope, or if his identity even mattered. If he gave up here, wouldn’t everything come to an end? Finally, he recalled the circumstances that had brought him here in the first place. The book and Yujin. Surely, they were proof that his life on Earth had been real. Had Yujin been called to this hellscape as well? … The next time the woman entered the isolation cell with a familiar tray in her hands, the young man who greeted her was strangely calm, as if all of his protests had been a figment of her imagination. Pretend to cooperate, he warned himself sternly. In the dim lighting of the room, he thought himself fortunate that the woman couldn’t see the way his fingers trembled and that she didn’t seem to pay any mind to the way the intervals between each of his breaths quickened. His teeth chattered violently as he willed his mind to pry his mouth open. Morbidly, he thought that the internet had lied. It tasted nothing like pork. For a year, he ignored the growing feeling of foreign entities wriggling under his skin as he gradually bought his freedom with feigned obedience. The other vessels were his “family”, while he smiled benevolently at the lost lambs who were deemed incapable of partaking in the village’s ceremonies. The wayward doctor had been indoctrinated, and their god had gained another consecrated vessel within which to proliferate. Ray, however, was never one to leave favors unpaid. Screams of terror echoed throughout the forest as great beasts swarmed the clearing the elves had once called home. From a distance, a haggard but arrogant face looked down upon the village’s plight coldly. In his right hand, he clutched a glass bottle tightly, holding onto the medicine that had sent the monsters into a frenzy as if it were his lifeline. “Where is your god now?” he sneered, before he turned and gave the forest his final farewell. The vast world of Semonia had finally opened up to him, yet all the demon had was a briefcase left behind by his predecessor and a strange monster who had cozied up to him during his stint in Litdunn Forest. Gradually, he learned more about the world, yet his desperate search for the only familiar face in this world only ever turned up more dead ends. Their reunion would be a result of a series of coincidences, one which involved Ray running into leftover members of the cult and falling into the ocean while heavily injured from the encounter. The good samaritan who’d been kind enough to save him from drowning might have received a bit of a nasty attitude from him, but when they realized the other’s identity the next day, he scrambled for all manners of excuses for his sudden shift in behavior. Though Ray wanted nothing more than to find a way back home as soon as possible, he eventually caved into his friend’s wishes. When the merfolk brought up helping resolve a monster infestation (that Ray himself may or may not have caused), however, he suddenly couldn’t help but wonder if his friend had caught on to something.

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Backstory
CS

“A petty illusion of Yujin could never deceive me. I’m the one most familiar with his habits and mannerisms, after all.”

Yujin

Good friends are difficult to come by. Though Rei Linwood managed to build a supportive circle of close acquaintances for himself in his college years, the sole individual he does not shy away from labeling as a friend is Yujin. As neighbors and childhood friends for nearly two decades, Rei’s treatment of Yujin is inherently different from his mannerisms towards other people, whether it be his uncharacteristically kind words or the way his smile softens only for him. Perhaps due to the young man’s airheaded and gullible nature, Rei developed a reputation for being overprotective, going as far as to secretly vet his friends and “take care of” those who dared tried to take advantage of him. Still, he knew to give Yujin space and respected him as his own person. As Ray Nepenthos, the demon’s attachment to his friend has devolved into an obsessive dependence. If Rei found it easier to breathe in Yujin’s presence, then Ray simply cannot breathe without him. It isn’t difficult to infer that the last fringes of his sanity are held together by Yujin’s wellbeing, and he becomes notably wracked with anxiety if he loses track of his whereabouts for too long. Were he to ever come across a situation where one person is dying from grievous wounds while Yujin is suffering from a small gash on his arm, he would choose to treat the latter first in a heartbeat.

“You should follow someone who isn’t going to abandon you. Once I find a way back home, I’m leaving this world and you behind.”

Pickles

Usually spotted hitching a ride atop Ray’s head, Pickles is a strange creature hailing from a species that normally spends the majority of its life in the darkest depths of the sea. Ray himself doesn’t know what a juvenile Nereus was doing in the middle of a forest, though he also doesn’t care much for digging into its origins. At the end of the day, it’s a small and harmless creature, albeit annoying with the way it comes back no matter how many times he tries to get rid of it. Some people are appalled at how Ray treats the creature, what with the way he occasionally resorts to using it as a stress ball, but Pickles itself seems perfectly content with stubbornly staying by his side. Despite its mute nature, it is extremely expressive unlike its owner, drooping dramatically when sad or spinning with a bounce when pleased. Like an over-excited beagle, Pickles wears its heart on its sleeve while cozying up to the closest person who shows it the slightest bit of affection. However, when frightened, it’ll dart under Ray’s hair and cling to the back of his neck while trembling violently. It’s rather weak and doesn’t have much going for it aside from how agile it is, but it’s intelligent enough for Ray to train it to identify and help him search for specific materials in the vicinity.

CS

“My brain tells me she’s harmless, but my gut wants to plant a fist in that smug face.”

Shion

A yapper who loves hearing the sound of her voice more than she does holding an actual conversation. That cajoling tone of hers frequently manages to lull Ray into a sense of false security, yet the warning bells never cease tolling in her presence. For a good reason. The moment he comes back to the stench of Litdunn’s most noxious-smelling stink bug covering every inch of his belongings, whatever sense of camaraderie they’d developed between them is instantly reset to zero. They’re not friends, nor are they enemies. She’s nothing more than a mousy louse he frequently partakes in some rather heated exchanges with. …or so he states. Though his penchant for subjecting Shion to the fate of being his personal labrat is proof enough of their poor relationship, the amount of attention he gives her suggests otherwise. Aside from Xiaoyu, Shion is the only other person in Semonia that could be considered vaguely close to Ray, even if each and every exchange ends in barbed words and thinly veiled threats. The difference in his mannerisms are subtle, but the keenly observant will note that he’s slightly more considerate towards her (when it matters). At the very least, he’ll tend to her wounds before Xiaoyu’s if hers happen to be more severe.

CS

“I learned the hard way that it's best not to overthink anything he does. You'll go insane otherwise.”

Ba'al

For the longest time, the mountain of a demon Xiaoyu insisted on adopting kept Ray constantly on edge. The name he provided sounded obviously fake, while his actions were nigh indecipherable. There’s no person alive who could possibly move with so little care and not a single thought in that rough-hewn head of his. However, time reveals all secrets, and Ray soon found himself face-to-face with the consequences of the sin of overthinking. The man was, simply put, bafflingly obtuse. For the most part, Ray finds Ba’al to be inoffensive. Though he’s side-eyed the demon more than once whenever the group happened to run into one of the many warriors he’d challenged in the past, he’s proven to be fairly low key otherwise. Conversely, he finds Ba’al’s straightforward nature and inability to read the room difficult to deal with, to the point where he’ll actively avoid non-work-related conversations with the man if he can help it.

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Relationships
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Skills

Hyperosmia

A heightened sensitivity to smells may be more of a detriment than a strength in many scenarios, but it’s proven useful in identifying materials whose identities might not be clear at a glance. Unexpected odors, even if faint, also help in detecting certain types of poisons without having to taste test them.

Cooking

Need a chef? Look no further. The ingredients in this world look a little strange, but Ray has managed to replicate the taste and texture of many recipes from Earth and possesses surprisingly deep culinary knowledge rivaling that of a professional. Just make sure to confirm that Yujin is sitting down to eat lunch with everyone to prevent any unwanted additions to your food.

Monster Encyclopedia

Between the knowledge obtained through the original Ray’s studies, his travels, and Prisma’s blessing of knowledge, there aren’t many around who can match his level of familiarity with the creatures of Semonia and Ragandris. Even in cases where he cannot instantly identify a monster, he still possesses enough experience to be able to make reasonable deductions regarding potential traits and behaviors. Given his middling combative capabilities, it’s difficult to fathom how he manages to get his hands on the materials of stronger monsters without purchasing them, but his motto is “work smarter, not harder.” If you can’t fight it face on, either lay a trap or skirt around the problem.

Foraging

Though his knowledge is limited to plants and other foragables with magical properties, he’s adept at finding whatever he needs for his concoctions without relying too much on external aid.

Twelve-limbed

When two hands and two legs aren’t enough to get things done, Ray can easily make use of the eight tentacles stemming from his head to pick up the slack. Each “arm” can touch and taste whatever its holding, and the sheer number of appendages makes multitasking slightly easier. Due to the increased strength they can exert compared to his main body, pulling objects or grappling is usually executed by these extra appendages. They lack the ability to feel pain and regenerate fairly quickly if cut, so he makes frequent jokes about eating his hair… but is that truly just a joke?

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Combat Data

Water Magic

Due to his low mana capacity, Ray seldom uses his magic offensively if ever. Every drop of mana is precious, thus each and every spell is carefully woven with the intent of maximizing its efficiency. Though the majority of his mana is typically reserved for Alchemical processing and synthesis, he has enough training to be able to transfer poison from someone else’s body to his own, cast healing spells, or create a mist that tethers himself to others and shares a portion of the buffs on him with them.

Dark Magic

Has an affinity for dark magic inherited via their race but doesn't really make use of it yet.

Poison/Venom Resistance

Frequent contact with toxins as well as some self-experimentation has allowed Ray to develop an immunity or resistance to certain toxic substances. If a patient has been poisoned with a substance that Ray is immune or resistant to, it’s possible to use his own blood to synthesize a cure in a pinch.

Hand-to-Hand Combat

He’s no martial arts master, but he knows how to get in close and back out when necessary. Rather than extended engagements in close quarters, he favors weaving between enemies and deploying his potions or sticking enemies with needles or daggers to quickly gain the upper hand.

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Alchemy

Between the knowledge inherited from Prisma and the original Ray’s memories, Ray’s mastery over Alchemy is nigh second to none. His lack of mana is counterbalanced by an incredibly precise control over it and a deep understanding of how to best combine materials during alchemical processing. Whether it be a solution to coat and enchant equipment or an ingestible medicine, so long as he has the materials and recipe, he'll usually be able to make it without too many issues. Though his notebook is packed with both experimental and tested formulas, there’s a select handful of medicines and tools that Ray tends to keep on hand within his magic pocket or briefcase.

Briefcase: Compared to most other types of magic bags, Ray’s briefcase is a hassle to use as it is bulky and only has a singular handle with which to carry it around. In turn, it can take quite a beating before it requires repairs, and getting slugged by it feels akin to getting hit by a sledgehammer. As it was personally created by the original Ray Nepenthos, it has a significantly higher capacity than the bags you’d usually find being sold at the market. Most raw materials and lesser used items are stored within the briefcase while frequently used potions are typically stored in the magic pocket stitched to his sleeve.

Healing Salve: The medicine that Ray creates and sells most frequently. It smells strongly of mint and causes a minor itchiness when applied onto external wounds, but it patches up cuts and the more minor gashes without any other side-effects. Incidentally, it also happens to work well as an anti-aging cream.

Potion of Regeneration: An ingestible medicine created using the bone marrow of a creature well-known for its regenerative capabilities as a base ingredient. Of the restorative medicines Ray carries, it is the most potent and can even heal broken bones, but it has a side effect of fatigue and drowsiness proportional to the amount consumed. The color and consistency is reminiscent of honey, yet the taste is anything but. Synergistic with healing spells and will boost effectiveness when a curative spell is used after consumption of the potion.

Misty Veil: Rapidly evaporates when coming in contact with air, spreading a dense mist-like substance in a 10m radius. The mist soothes pain and provides a boost in energy and mana when breathed in by individuals with a natural affinity for water. When inhaled by those without water affinity, it causes difficulty breathing, a burning sensation in the lungs, and a heaviness of the body that gradually gets worse the longer you remain in the veil.

Tonic Base: In order to deliver an antidote more quickly, Ray created a formula for a tonic base where even a rookie alchemist can mix it with a poison to synthesize the proper antidote in a short amount of time depending on their level of experience. Though it’s colored an inky black and contains a silvery silkiness to it, it tastes strangely fruity.

Nepenthe: A heavily modified variant of the formula created by Ray’s family. The liquid within looks like the night sky stuffed within a bottle, much like the markings on Ray’s face. When opened, it releases a clean but gentle scent that eases the minds and bodies of those he considers to be an ally. Affected individuals find themselves temporarily alleviated of their physical exhaustion, pain, and mental anguish or turmoil, granting them a second wind as if they’d woken up from a long rest. When its effects wear off, however, everything that had been suppressed comes back all at once.

Truth Serum: A tasteless and odorless fluid that limits the consumer to making statements they believe to be true for an hour. Unfortunately, it’s entirely possible to bypass the effects by clamming up and refusing to speak.

Flash "Grenade": When disturbed by a large enough impact, the ampoule bursts and produces a blinding light that lingers for up to a minute.

Elemental Bombs: An assortment of marble-sized elemental bombs. When cracked, the water bomb produces a pillar of water that blasts in an upward direction. The wind bomb whips up strong gusts of wind that push outward and is best used in situations where the user desires to separate themselves from an enemy or pivot while in the air. Ice summons a thick wall of ice at the targeted area. The nature orb entangles the closest target in thick, thorny vines. Unlike the other elemental bombs in Ray’s arsenal, the firewrym bomb is restricted in that it cannot be used within areas exhibiting extreme temperatures as it’ll explode in his hands. The same goes for if someone hits him with a fire spell while he’s holding one.

NutriSolution: Out of the formulas left behind by the original, this is the one that Ray worked the hardest on to improve. One bottle is enough to take care of your nutritional and caloric needs for the day, making it an excellent replacement for a meal when you don’t have time to cook or eat. You still need to hydrate, however. It tastes very similar to a certain energy drink from Earth called Vita500.

Warming Potion: Invigorates muscles and warms the body with fire elements. The consumer feels more energetic and all physical strikes become empowered by the potion. As its effects are multiplicative rather than additive, it is more beneficial for those with a higher base strength. Aside from the physical strength boost, it also helps people stay warm and comfortable in cold weather. The potion itself is always warm—enough to warm the bottle it’s in but not hot enough to scald your tongue—and only grows cold when it expires.

Prism of Corruption: When touched with bare hands, the dark haze leaking from the prism feels as if it is pricking into the holder’s skin. It doesn’t take much force to break the prism, but it is designed to be attracted to warmth and spread rapidly throughout whatever surface it lands on. The substance that oozes out wraps around the target tightly and initially acts as a mild irritant as if ants are crawling underneath their skin. Within seconds, it morphs into a bearable pain on the level of being pricked by thin needles that gradually intensifies into a searing pain as if your blood has been turned into acid. Though it causes pain and eats away at the target’s mana, it doesn’t actually cause any true physical harm or injuries.

Poison: Depending on the resources on hand, the effects and strength of the poisons Ray synthesizes may vary. He most commonly makes use of potent substances that force targets to sleep but may employ usage of paralytics.

Monster Bait: A substance with a pungent smell that monsters tend to love. Ray claims it’s come in handy several times during his travels, but he never seems to explain how and why.

Morphing Potion: Rattus rattus.

Deodorant: Masks the scent of whoever it’s sprayed on completely. Its intended use is to keep monsters from sniffing out your presence, but if Ray gives you a spray unwarranted, it’s not a compliment.

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Abilities
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Preferences

Likes

Yujin, warm spice and woody fragrances, incense, salty dishes, Xiaoyu, hot beverages cooled to 120°F, jellyfish (to observe), Yu, octopus (to eat), birds, partly cloudy weather, Yujin, glass wind chimes, analog clocks, Xiaoyu, ~~Pickles~~

Dislikes

Prisma, people with minds rivaling the density of a neutron star, busybodies, powdery fragrances, the smell of most fermented dishes, most seafood, sweets, contact lenses, phone calls, plane rides, airships, rain, harsh sunlight, pickles, Pickles

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Notes

01.

Nepenthos is derived from Nepenthe (lit. anti-sorrow), a fictional drug of forgetfulness meant to cure sorrow.

02.

His handwriting is so bad that it gives doctors a run for their money. It isn’t uncommon for people to claim that they require a cipher key to vaguely make out a small portion of what he wrote down on the page, and even his closest friend can only read seventy percent of any handwritten messages, though that in itself is enough to fill in the blanks. As a result, the task of translating any written messages from Ray typically falls upon Yujin’s shoulders.

03.

If his notebook containing various alchemical recipes is ever lost or stolen, it is unlikely for anything serious to come out of the incident. The extensive use of shorthands on top of his terrible penmanship make it nigh impossible for others, even Yujin, to translate whatever the crawling worms drawn upon its pages are supposed to mean.

04.

Ray’s vocal ability can only be categorized as hazardous. If you value your life, never ask him to sing—not that he will of his own volition. Yujin tried to teach him how to sing at some point, but he ended up having to give up due to growing nauseous.

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His cooking appeals to not only your sense of taste, but also your sense of smell and sight. Give him some cooking tools, and he’ll whip up one of the best dishes you’ve ever tasted using only the basic ingredients he has on hand. Assuming he’s feeling nice enough to cook that day, that is. Even if he does make you lunch, if it’s not a special occasion or Yujin isn’t around, there’s a high chance he laced the dish with some sort of experimental potion.

06.

If Yujin were to ever request that Ray aid someone he dislikes, the latter would agree without any verbal complaints even if he hates them so much that he’d complete the task while wearing an expression as if he ate sour grapes.

07.

The dreamcatcher that Yujin made for Ray using the merfolk’s scales and the feathers of a monster they caught together has been imbued with magic that allows Ray to track down the owner of the scales. Basically, he made a “Xiaoyu Tracker” without him knowing.

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Quotes

“Since I’m so kind, I’ll give you a suggestion: how about you get to bed and pray for a brain?” “You’re so damn stubborn! Fine, I’ll help you just this once. Happy?” “I’m glad you enjoyed that dish. Let me know immediately if you feel drowsy, nauseous, or if there are any other changes in your physical or mental state. Hm? Did I drug your food? No…of course not…” “The recipe for immortality? You'll need a mermaid's scale, an iridescent feather from a six-winged seraph, the heart-blood of a demon, and- Wait, why the hell are you writing all that down?!” “I’d slap you, but that’s animal abuse. Scram, you stupid mutt.” “All that the people of Semonia are good at doing is pushing us to fight the battles they’re too cowardly to face themselves.”

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Extras

Dovinique · Jun 20, 2024

Basics
Ashta
Lecanor
FC: Shamir | Fire Emblem
POST-ISEKAI
Name
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Ashta Lecanor
Gender & Pronouns
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Female [She/Her]
Age
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32
Species
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Human
Home Kingdom
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Hortensia Harbor
Social Status
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Commoner, Mercenary
Gifted Stats
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Affinity
FC: Reze | Chainsaw Man
PRE-ISEKAI
Name
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Nabine Lucas
Gender & Pronouns
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Female [She/Her]
Age
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29
Country of Origin
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Netherlands
Appearance
Height
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5'9" (176cm)
Ashta cuts a striking figure with her cool-toned appearance. Her hair, a shade of dark teal blue, frames her face in a stylishly cropped fashion, a practical choice she insists allows for unrestricted movement during missions. While her eyes hold a mesmerizing hue of ultra violet.

She is meticulous about her physique, adhering to a healthy diet and regular exercise regimen. This dedication has sculpted her body into a lean and toned form, with visible muscle definition that highlights her fitness. Despite her athletic build, she does not possess a bulky muscular physique, instead striking a balance that showcases her agility and strength.

The proof of her life as a mercenary is etched upon her skin, in the form of faint scars that crisscross her body like battle-worn trophies. One particularly prominent scar traces a diagonal path from her right hip to her left shoulder, a lasting mark from the mission that left her unconscious for four months.
Personality
Ashta’s personality remains largely unchanged, especially in how she presents herself to the world. She is still the same composed individual, rarely seen overwhelmed by her emotions. She knows how to regulate her feelings depending on the situation. However, unlike before when she concealed her feelings entirely, Ashta now allows glimpses of her emotions to surface, albeit in a controlled manner. She smiles more often and doesn't shy away from shedding tears. When upset or uncomfortable, she voices her feelings openly. In turn, she has become more attuned to the emotions and reasons of those around her. While she still doesn't speak much or initiate conversations frequently, she welcomes both small talk and deep discussions. Her reputation as a good listener remains intact, even if she isn't always able to offer advice.

However, there are two main differences between Old Ashta and New Ashta. First noticeable change that often catches people off guard is Ashta's newfound inclination towards physical touch. Previously, she avoided contact, but now she embraces it. She hugs those she is close to when they meet, pats someone’s head to comfort or show pride, holds hands to ensure they stay together in crowded places, and even tucks a friend’s hair behind their ear if it falls over their eyes. Ashta's gestures are purely meant to convey warmth and connection, though sometimes they are misunderstood as signs of romantic interest. Her observant nature and ease with compliments, such as, “You look stunning today,” delivered with a deep gaze and a smile, or “Did you cut your hair? I think it’s a little shorter. I like it,” while touching the tips of their hair, only add to the confusion.

Secondly, Ashta has lost her once-sharp leadership touch. Her eyes, once reflecting determination and clarity, now show confusion and frustration. Simple decisions, which she once made effortlessly, now require immense effort and lead to constant self-doubt. She often finds herself staring blankly at mission briefs and tactical plans, unable to recall the strategies that previously came so naturally. Her voice that was once full of command and confidence, now falters as she struggles to remember names, places, and the intricate details of their contracts. The charisma that used to inspire her team has given way to uncertainty, making it difficult for her to rally her team. During this period of adjustment, Inku has taken on the role of leader, allowing Ashta the time and space to hopefully reclaim the leader she once was.
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Likes
Touching People (???), Ballet, Sleeping under Tree, Swimming, Traveling, Wine
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Dislikes
Cute Nickname, Staying Home, Doll, Beer
HISTORY
Nabine Lucas
Nabine Lucas's story might have seemed ordinary to an outsider, a straightforward tale of love and life, but to her, it was a journey of joy and dreams.. Born as the second child in a family of four, Nabine had an older sister and two younger brothers. Her father was a successful doctor who married a beautiful young actress at the height of her career. After their marriage, her mother left the limelight to dedicate herself to her family. Nabine adored her mother, seeing her as a role model and nurturing the dream of one day building a family as loving as her own.

Growing up, Nabine inherited her mother's stunning features, making her quite popular in high school, especially during her first year. It was then that she met her highschool sweetheart, Denver, a senior who seemed to step right out of her dreams. He was tall, good-looking, the basketball team captain, and had a smile that could light up the room. From the moment she saw him, Nabine's heart was struck by the cupid’s arrow, and she thought, "That's it, I want to build a family with him."

Denver, too, was smitten by Nabine, but their mutual shyness led to a year and a half of playful but hesitant courtship. They danced around their feelings like a kite in the wind, until they finally confessed their love and became the iconic couple of their high school. Every day with Denver felt like a dream come true, and even when he went abroad for 3.5 years to study, their love remained strong. They weathered storms together, but the biggest test came when Nabine decided to pursue a career as an air hostess. Despite her promise to quit once they married, Denver was against the idea. Their heated arguments led to a painful separation.

Days turned into weeks, then months, and finally, two years passed with both of them trying to move on, but no one could replace the love they had for each other. Fate intervened when they met again on one of Nabine's flights. What started as awkward small talk turned into long conversations at a café, catching up on life and reflecting on what went wrong and what could have been. They continued meeting, realizing their love had never faded, and decided to rekindle their romance.

After three more years of dating, Denver finally had the courage to propose Nabine. She was over the moon and said YES without hesitation. Fast forward to their happiest day... their wedding day. Nabine, stunningly beautiful in her gown, waited in her hotel room after the morning preparations. Butterflies filled her entire body, a mix of extreme nerves and bubbling excitement. At last, the day she had dreamed of was here, the day she would begin building a family with Denver, a gift that complete her life puzzle.

As she continued waiting, there was a quick knock on her door. When she opened it, no one was there, but a beautifully wrapped gift lay at her feet. An early wedding present, perhaps? Curious, Nabine brought the gift inside and unwrapped it, hoping to find a card inside. Instead, she found a nameless book. As she flipped it open, she recognized a familiar story from her childhood, the tale of Prisma Chevelle. She turned the pages to the end, where she found a blank page instead of an epilog. Suddenly, a blinding light burst from the book, engulfing her and plunging her world into darkness.
Ashta Lecanor (?)
The first sensation that welcomed Nabine was an all-encompassing pain, particularly throbbing in her head. Even the mere act of opening her eyes sent jolts of agony through her body. Gritting her teeth, she finally managed to pry her eyes open. The first thing she saw was a white-haired man, his eyes wide with shock, who then shouted in joy, "She is awake!"

Groaning, Nabine tried to sit up when suddenly warm hands gently took hers and helped her. "Don’t push yourself too hard yet, Ashta," the same man said, his concern evident, though relief still painted his face. But wait... Ashta?

Confusion clouded Nabine's mind. Her head pounded relentlessly, making it hard to recall what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being in her wedding gown, waiting for... then it hit her. She looked down to find her hands and legs wrapped in bandages, some stained with dark red. She touched her head and felt more bandages, wrapped tightly and leaving no room for her hair. The man spoke again, "How do you feel, Ashta?" There it was again... Ashta. Who was she?

The man placed a hand on her cheek, causing Nabine to instinctively slap it away. How could a stranger show such affection? The man looked surprised but understanding. He withdrew his hand and smiled. "It's okay, take your time... and I'm sorry... if only I had been there earlier..." His cheerful eyes turned gloomy, as if haunted by bad memories. Before Nabine could say anything, two more people entered the room.

One was an elderly woman with sharp ears like… an elf? and the other was a girl, perhaps four or five years younger than Nabine, her face swollen from days of crying. The girl screamed and ran to Nabine, "Ashtaaaaaaaaa, thank God you are aliveeeeeee, please don’t go dying like that agaiiiiiiinnnnnnn!" She sobbed, clutching Nabine's hands, which Nabine awkwardly pulled away.

"Now, now, Lynn, give Ashta some space," the seem-like-elf grandmother said gently, pulling the girl named Lynn away. She looked at Nabine warmly, as if she were her own grandchild. "How do you feel, dear?"

Nabine didn’t know how to respond as she was overwhelmed by the situation. She shook her head, unable to comprehend what was happening. The grandmother nodded understandingly and addressed Lynn and the white-haired man, "You two should leave now. Let Ashta rest."

The grandmother took a vial from her pocket and handed it to Nabine. "Drink this and rest, my dear," she instructed. Nabine, feeling almost hypnotized, nodded and drank the vial's contents in one go. It tasted both bitter and sweet, sending a warm sensation from her mouth then throat before spreading throughout her body and making her feel relaxed and sleepy. She quickly drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, Nabine awoke with the same pain, though slightly less intense. She found the same white-haired man sitting next to her, peeling an apple into the shape of a bunny. When he noticed she was awake, he stopped and smiled. "Oh, you’re awake already," he said, then handed her a glass of water. "Here, your throat must be very parched."

Nabine hesitated but took the water, realizing just how dry her throat was. She drank it all and then spoke her first words in this new world, "Who are you?"

Those three simple words made the man gape. Stuttering, he asked, "You... don't know me?" His eyes widened in disbelief. It was then that Nabine noticed how good-looking he was, with his bright yellow eyes and smooth skin marked by a faint scar that added a rugged touch. Her heart skipped a beat before she reminded herself that her heart belonged only to Denver.

The man continued, his eyes now looking like a sad lost puppy's, "I don't know what happened... Ashta... but it's me, Zal, your lover."

A flush of red rushed to her face. Who still used the word "lover" anyway?

"Hold your horses, Mr. Stranger. Let’s not jump to conclusions, shall we?"

"But we shared nights..."

"Eh? I think you should stop there-"

"...talking about our future..."

"...oh..."

"Hmm? What are you thinking about, Miss Lecanor?" Zal smirked playfully, making Nabine's heart skip another beat. She pounded her chest lightly, trying to calm her racing heart. This surely couldn't be her heart reacting, it must be hers... Ashta whoever she was.

Zal then cupped Nabine’s hands lovingly and stared deeply into her eyes. "It seems... you’ve lost your memory, Ashta. I understand, it must be hard for you. But I will not give up..." he said, squeezing her hands tightly. "I will make you fall for me once again. No, not just once… I can do it twice, thrice, and even forever until you are mine."

Nabine was perfectly stunned and, in her bewilderment, muttered, "God, protect my heart..."
Ashta Lecanor
The next several months were a period of recovery and acclimatization for Nabine. She immersed herself in understanding her new surroundings, delving into the life of Ashta, whose body she now inhabited, and the people connected to Ashta. Officially diagnosed with amnesia, Nabine used this as a plausible explanation for her strange behavior. To ease her adaptation and unravel the mystery of her situation, she began to address herself as Ashta.

Ashta Lecanor was the formidable leader of a mercenary group known as the Blind Crowns. This tight-knit team comprised five members: Zaldone, the white-haired man who professed to be Ashta’s lover; Lynn, the hyperactive spirit who infused energy into the group; Inku, the wise grandmotherly elf skilled in magic and healing; and Briashe, the stern-faced man of few words. They accepted jobs indiscriminately, caring little for the status or race of their employers, as long as the mission did not involve harming the innocent.

As a leader, Ashta was an inspiring figure, commanding immense respect and trust from her team. She was both charismatic and charming. Nabine found it incredibly challenging to step into Ashta’s shoes, burdened by the heavy expectations placed upon her. Survival demanded that she meet at least half of those expectations. Fortunately, Zal was always by her side, helping her navigate this complex new reality.

Nabine learned that Ashta had been gravely injured during their last mission. The highly secretive task was supposed to be executed by only Ashta and Briashe, as they were deemed the best suited for the job. The mission involved infiltrating a mansion to rescue a kidnapped daughter, but it was a trap designed by a demon harboring a grudge against Ashta for a job completed years ago. This demon meticulously crafted his revenge, making the mission appear legitimate. Inside the mansion, Ashta and Briashe were ambushed by a horde of demons. Though they managed to slay the demons, they were severely wounded. The vengeful demon then attacked, targeting the weakened Ashta. Despite Briashe’s strength, they struggled against the demon.

Lynn uncovered the truth and sent Zal and Inku to the mansion. They arrived a minute too late, just right when the demon unleashed his ultimate magic. In a final act of leadership, Ashta shielded Briashe, taking the full brunt of the attack. The demon's magic was so powerful that it killed him as well, leaving Ashta on the brink of death. Inku’s timely arrival allowed her to cast healing magic, saving Ashta from death and minimizing her injuries. Ashta then fell into a coma for four months, her body healing slowly but her consciousness remained absent. That’s when Nabine came to inhabit Ashta’s body, causing her to finally awaken.

With a grasp of the essential information, Ashta began training her body. Though swordplay had been her forte, she developed a keen interest in archery. Thanks to muscle memory, she quickly mastered both the sword and the bow, as if born with an innate ability to learn rapidly. Over the next two years, Ashta refrained from taking on jobs, focusing instead on regaining her former prowess, if not surpassing it. By her fourth year, she was ready for missions again. Although her combat skills were restored, she could never fully replicate Ashta’s personality or her relationships. Instead, she embraced her new identity, forging fresh connections. Despite feeling echoes of emotions around certain individuals, Ashta resolved to build new relationships rather than dwell on the past.

In time… the line between Nabine and Ashta blurred until Nabine wondered when she had fully become Ashta.
Combat
Gifted Stat
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Affinity
Weapon
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Main (Sword, Bow), Secondary (Spear, Dagger, Throwing Knives)
Mana
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Earth (Family), Fire, Wind
Carry Over Skills
Ballet
Ashta's journey through ballet began in childhood, where she excelled enough to compete in competions and attend events. However, as she matured, she opted not to pursue it professionally, instead keeping it as a cherished hobby to enjoy in her spare time.

Language
Her linguistic prowess is truly remarkable, fluent in five languages thanks to her love for learning foreign tongues. As an air hostess, she encounters people from diverse backgrounds, providing ample opportunity to hone her language skills. She effortlessly converses in Dutch, English, Mandarin, Japanese, and German, with a smattering of Italian thrown in for good measure.

Holding Breath
Ashta's lung capacity is equally impressive, able to hold her breath for a remarkable 3 minutes. Her highest recorded time stands at an astonishing 3 minutes and 27 seconds.

Others
Among her quirks is a useless yet oddly satisfying skill that Ashta takes great pride in… she can spell the alphabet in reverse at double speed and craft intricate shapes with her hands to cast mesmerizing shadows.
Combat
Weapon Affinity
Ashta possesses an extraordinary affinity for mastering weapons, enabling her to quickly regain proficiency with the sword following her recovery. In addition to the sword, she has mastered the bow, spear, dagger, and throwing knives. She harbors plans to expand her repertoire to include heavy weapons such as axes or hammers in the future. Ashta utilizes a magical bag to store her arsenal, with the sword and bow always at the ready on her hip and back, respectively.

Mana Affinity
Despite being human, Ashta exhibits a remarkable aptitude for mastering mana. Her primary affinity lies with earth mana, which she has mastered to a high degree. Additionally, she has attained a moderate level of mastery over fire and wind mana. Ashta harbors ambitions of mastering all forms of mana, aspiring to become the first human to achieve such a feat.

Quick Reflexes
In combat, Ashta's quick reflexes are nothing short of astonishing. She is unable to fully explain how her body reacts with such speed and precision, suggesting that her body and mind retain a subconscious memory of past combat situations, enabling her to act and react instinctively in battle.
Relationships
Name
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Zaldone
Relation
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Lovers (?)
The man who claimed to be Ashta's lover, which was also supported by others who confirmed the truth of their relationship. Despite this, Ashta had no memory of Zal and chose to start their relationship anew, a decision Zal respected. Initially, she struggled against the emotions that stirred within her in Zal's presence, probably the remnants of Ashta's original feelings, as she was already in love with Denver, her fiance from Earth.

Over time, however, her emotions evolved. She began to develop genuine feelings for Zal, drawn to his efforts and genuity, leading her to fall in love for the second time. This new love intertwined with the old, creating a complex and potent blend of emotions that grew stronger with each passing day. Ashta attempted to deny these feelings, determined to remain loyal to Denver. Yet, as memories of Denver faded, replaced by her experiences with Zal, her heart began to change.

Though she has not yet openly admitted her feelings, they occasionally surface, hinting at the depth of her affection. Zal, for his part, patiently waits, steadfast in his belief that Ashta will one day back to his arms.
I don't... understand... why do I feel this weird butterfly around him?
About [Zal]
Name
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The Blind Crowns
Relation
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Mercenary Members
Inku
Inku is the grandmother figure that Ashta deeply misses. Their bond is strong, and Ashta cares for Inku as much as Inku cares for her. Despite Inku being a powerful mage capable of protecting herself, Ashta is fiercely protective of her, ensuring no harm comes her way. Inku also serves as Ashta's mentor, guiding her in mastering mana control. Ashta cherishes their relationship, finding comfort and wisdom in Inku's presence.

Lynn
Lynn is someone who always able to bring a smile to Ashta's face, yet she also has the uncanny ability to drain Ashta's energy faster than anyone else. She is a ball of randomness, seemingly out of control at times. Some days, Ashta views her as a little sister, but more often than not, she feels like a noisy neighbor who constantly brings cake, despite knowing that Ashta doesn't have a sweet tooth.

Briashe
Despite their sparse conversations, Briashe and Ashta share a deep mutual respect, often partnering for missions that demand only two people. As the founding member of Ashta's mercenary band, Briashe initially served as a mentor to her. Following her loss of combat abilities, he resumes this role, guiding her through her recovery. Their dynamic resembles that of a mentor and student, but with a bond of loyalty that binds them together.
I am grateful that they were the first people I met upon opening my eyes.
About [Them]
Name
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Rohen
Relation
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Sibling-like, Little Sister
Ashta first met Rohen when she heard about a skilled blacksmith renowned for her ability to enhance weapons. Initially a customer, Ashta soon became a regular, and over time, she developed a close relationship with Rohen. Rohen quickly became the little sister Ashta had always wished for, a person she deeply trusts and cares about outside of the Blind Crowns. Ashta isn’t the overprotective type of sister. She prefers to play the role of the fun, supportive sibling. For instance, if Rohen wants to go out drinking, Ashta happily joins her, acting as both her drinking buddy and guardian. She does try to limit Rohen’s alcohol intake, but occasionally, she lets her get drunk, enjoying the camaraderie.

Sometimes, Ashta finds herself amused by Rohen’s behavior and speech, which can be adorably incongruent with her age and somehow gets even funnier when she is drunk. But Rohen did say something extremely confusing one night which still leaves Ashta questioning its meaning.

“Hey, I know you're not supposed to touch fine art, but... someone's gotta pin you up against the wall and nail you, right?” Ashta was like... Is she hitting on me right now? And where did she learn to talk that way???

Then Rohen continued with even more bewildering words, "Eh, never mind. I won't do anything, so let me walk you home after this. Like a gentleman."

Ashta went blank, concern bubbling up inside her. Did Rohen meet someone who talked to her like this???
She made a mental note to find out tomorrow. But first, she had to bring Rohen home, she looked extremely drunk.
Who thought I would find someone who I can treat like little sister here? She is just adorable.
About [Rohen]
Name
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Blanc
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About [Blanc]
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Extras
Nabine is a social smoker.

Nabine harbors a deep-seated aversion to dolls, stemming from a horrific experience in her past. She refuses to discuss the incident, preferring to keep it buried in her memories.

Before pursuing her career as an air hostess, Nabine spent 8 months as a model.

During quiet nights, Ashta occasionally recites her ballet routines quietly, using the familiar movements to soothe her longing for home. This is a private practice she keeps to herself, not even sharing it with the Blind Crowns.

The new Ashta struggles with reading maps. Zal often assists her in navigating and interpreting maps, compensating for this weakness.

Ashta once had a smart dog named Ace, who she really loved. Tragically, Ace died during one of Ashta's missions, leaving her devastated. Since then, she has never had another pet, unable to bear the thought of losing another beloved animal.
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Basics
Rohen
Walker
FC: Grace Howard | Zenless Zone Zero
POST-ISEKAI
Name
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Rohen Walker
Gender & Pronouns
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Female [She/Her]
Age
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24
Species
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Human
Home Kingdom
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Hortensia Harbor
Social Status
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Commoner, Blacksmith, Alchemist, Gunslinger
Gifted Stats
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Accuracy/Precision
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PRE-ISEKAI
Name
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Rohen Walker
Gender & Pronouns
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Male [He/Him]
Age
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31
Country of Origin
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United States
Appearance
Height
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5'4" (173cm)
As a blacksmith, her body is already conditioned and well tone with some muscular features. Albeit light, with her midriff often showing her abdomen, you can see some features that she works out regularly. Her short black hair is tied into a small tail in the back and a white streak of hair stands out towards the front of her bangs on the left side of her face. Her eyes are of an amber color and her skin condition is quite smooth only showing signs of some physical labor but no evident scars or markings caused by violence.
Personality

She's quite energetic when it comes to adventure and exploration. During work hours, she's very diligent and serious in her craftsmanship and tends to shoo anyone away while she's tinkering with objects and mixing substances. This may even occur on the field as well and it'll happen for both her focus and safety of others. But downtime or even celebrations? The life of it, she'll liven things up.

To elaborate, when it comes to work she tends to put safety first above all else. Despite her fields requiring experimentation which could often lead to chaotic and destructive results, that's even more reason why she would try to operate as safe as possible and holds any other craftsman under her belt in the same way.

When out and about, off working hours, she tends to be quite the free spirit and ups the ante during celebrations when appropriate. She cares much about community that she'll help when available or even just lending an ear to one's troubles. As a man in her past life, there is also a sense of chivalry or the need to be a gentleman whenever possible. Even though it's a bit unfitting with her current situation, she still tends to do it out of habit.

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Likes
Obtaining useful knowledge/Information, target practice, blacksmithing, alchemical mixing, good food and drink, sleep
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Dislikes
Spicy food, sour food, politics, dirtiness
HISTORY
Rohen Walker & His Life
Eung Freestyle
For Rohen, life was just as average as anyone else. Happy family, good enough education, hook up with some chicks (only ever had one and even that fell apart) and go to college. In a nutshell, that was all there was to it in his life. But in all of that, he liked art. Art of music, martial arts, drawing and animation... The beauty of blacksmithing. Especially, gunsmithing. It really all began when he was playing airsoft in high school and balancing it out with his steady grades and band student career. While airsoft is not like real guns, you can still take apart and modify bits and pieces here and there to suit a need. Eventually, he enrolled into a gunsmithing school and graduated with high grades. But boy, did it cost a lot.

Going into his first job at a gun store, he was paid quite a lot. But he cannot ignore what brought him there, the inspiration that started this path in life. Airsoft. That's why he would also work at the airsoft store. Two jobs, evenly split within the week. Airsoft store from Sunday to Wednesday, with Monday being his day off and the actual gun store from Thursday to Saturday. Even then, he would study old relics like lever action rifles and revolvers and how to make them. Even crafted swords and other bladed weapons in his spare time and sold them online. He loved the work that it almost just feels like he's being paid to have fun.

Of course, studying and weapon smithing wasn't the only things he did. Gaming, watching animations, VTubers & Streamers and a classic hobby; reading. Namely, reading manga online. He's read plenty of stories growing up. One of those being Prisma the Light. He'd read it whenever he had free time or any downtime he could spare for the read but didn't quite understand the story much as it felt... generic. It was easy to forget among the other things he read. Hell, he didn't even finish the damn thing. Thought it was boring. Well, it soon came around to bite him in the ass. One day on his way to work to repeat the same routine once more, he stumbled upon a book on the ground. He crouched down and took a look. It looked pristine, brand new, fresh. Like it was just recently bought after it was distributed straight out of the packaging. Who the Hell blew off their money on a fine piece of material and dropped it on the floor? Like, right there. In the middle of the city and near some alleyway?

Welp, finder's keepers.

He took it with him and as he walked, he examined the contents of the book. There was no title, only the symbol. He flipped through the pages without reading a thing just to get an idea how long this story would be... Until he reached that last page. That's when it all hit him like a hangover on a Monday. A rush was just swept over and through him, bright lights and unworldly sounds and sensations. All fading to black and silence...

Rohen Walker & Her Awakening
The Morn a Thousand Roses Brings (tnbee mix)
Memories of another flashed by as the blinding sunlight pierced through his eyelids. He was atop a grassy hill under a tree which provided some shade. Strange, he was just in the city moments ago. How could he be out in nature? He sat up and saw before him, bellow was a magnificent sight of a harbor he had never seen before in his life. And this world... Was not like the one he had lived in all his life. Albeit, it only felt familiar due to the memories he now had. But whose? And what's with this long tuff of hair in front of his eyes? He raised his hand to move his hair...

Squish? Boing?? "Huh--" And a... girl's voice?

Then it dawned on him. He was in the body of a girl who somehow had the same name as him according to the memories. It was her memories. And she's a scholar who skipped classes?! What the hell is she thinking?! Education isn't fucking cheap, dammit! She panicked for a brief moment before instinctively using her Wind magic and propelling herself into the air and quickly flew over to the academy where she studied. Once she got there, she hurried in her seat and began diligently studying the material that was on the board. However, it surprised everyone. The Rohen they knew was known for sleeping in class or just skipping it entirely to continue her blacksmithing apprenticeship. And everyone knew her master would steal her credit and give her none of it while he lazed about. But as soon as she came back to class, a lot of things changed...

A few months went by and people saw a drastic change in Rohen, who went from one of the worst student models on campus to one of its best. Even after classes, she would study all about alchemy and practice with creating and mixing potions, even collaborating with peers who were interested in the subject. It also took her a bit to adjust to her new body but found it was actually a lot more lighter and flexible than her male body from human world. While possessing the magic of wind, she also experimented what she can do with it in terms of movement or even helping her mix potions in a precise manner. At some point, she caught the eye of a renowned blacksmith who made mana tools and mana weapons and decided to take her in, stealing her away from her deadbeat master who is now currently in debt from gambling. After taking her in, they validated their reasons why they did so in the first place. The knowledge she obtained through diligent study and experimentation with alchemy gave off a form of interest and her booming expertise in smithing piqued their interest.

After just a year, Rohen had made her first mana lever action rifle which was astonishingly brilliant already with small adjustments here and there customized and modified by Rohen's hands. It's one outstanding features is its peak precision making the rifle one of its kind. After then, she would also make special ammo types for it and its effects using different shapes of projectiles precisely made for specific purposes while brewing, mixing and pouring the solutions into the projectile casings to create different effects. Testing it in the field, everyone saw her talent for sharpshooting and she soon became known as an Gunslinger. Her new title spread throughout the harbor and she's met many people as well as helped them. Whether it be handiwork, weapon or tool repairs, even airship fixer uppers and maintenance, she was your gal. Even if you just wanted to hang out and enjoy life with, she was it. In just two and a half years, she went from a nobody to role model for scholars and a reliable blacksmith everyone asks for. Even with her mentor gone to travel the world, she can tell she was going to be just fine.

It's been a good three years since she had that... revelation and everything was running smoothly into her desired path. She flew up to the hill once more to gaze upon the harbor in satisfactory content. She has her own shop that she even has an apprentice of her own as well as others who run the shop for her. She graduated with high grades and marks and is also quite famous around the harbor for her excellent marksmanship with her rifle. She's made many friends along the way, among those who are close to her she considers family and treats them as such. The same spot where it all began... Strange, how come everything seemed so... fictional? Is any of this real? No, she can tell it was real... But... No matter how many times she saw this scenery, it's just like that manga scan she saw long ago...

...A manga scan?

She stood up wide eyed and her face pale. Her breathing was heavy as she began to remember that damned book: Prisma the Light! If only she continued to read the story instead of dropping it a few chapters in where nothing happens, she could've figured out what kind of world she was in and what the future held. Her future is filled with tons of uncertainty. Many potential dangers considering this is a fantasy story. What dangers will she face? Can she even face them? ...Can she bring herself to eliminate that threat? Will she be able to kill in those life or death situations? At this rate, death might be certain for her. So... Does it all really matter then? She drew her heavy revolver slowly from its holster; a hand cannon as she called it. A testament to her growth in this new world, she loaded it with a shell and held it up with a smile on her face. This was her life now and she was going live it to the fullest.

"I, Rohen Walker, will carve my own path!!" She exclaimed happily with all that is her being before she pulled the trigger. The thunderous boom emitted from the gun as the shot was sent to the sky in bright blue and fiery red lights. As it reached its limit at the top, an explosion whose boom echoed throughout the sky over the harbor and into the world. The shot heard around the world, marked Rohen Walker's rebirth.

Rohen, Ashta & The Blind Crowns
Sousou no Frieren - Grassy Turtles and Seed Rats
Over the next couple of years, she's been managing the shop along with other alchemists and blacksmiths while also mentoring her apprentice. She also had to repair the hand cannon she fired off prior. While sure, it was a spur of the moment after the rush of emotions she had took over when she realized what world she really was in, it probably wasn't a good idea to fire a prototype round in a prototype firearm that she made on a whim without any prior experimentation in a safe environment set up for testing while holding up the safety standard. She was lucky she was holding it above her head, the barrel guard had shattered into a million pieces leaving the barrel completely fucked. It took her awhile to figure out what mechanisms inside and the spells stored within were unstable before repairing it. It took her about a good handful of months as she could only work on it during her free time, but she was able to craft it back into its envisioned perfection in terms of structure and instill the proper spells needed to get the desired functionality and results. As for the prototype round, she'll have to figure that one out later.

It was also throughout this recrafting process she would meet someone whom she would later consider a very close friend akin to family that was outside of the craftsman business. Ashta Lecanor, who was a mercenary who lead a small group of other mercenaries taking jobs that were to be considered in good light. Initially, she just came as a customer who soon became quite the regular along with her mercenary group, the Blind Crowns. They were a reliable bunch and a breath of fresh air. She never met or interacted with any mercenary types before so to her, this was a new experience. She'd happily agree to work on any of their equipment for repairs or general maintenance to modifications. Eventually, she began giving them discounts or even on the house, on her more specifically.

This soon lead to Rohen starting to hang out with the group whenever they were in town or nearby when they weren't on mission. Soon enough, she began to consider them like another family aside from the others at the shop. She began to learn about all their specialties and quirks to a degree. Especially with Zaldone, who apparently is Ashta's lover even though he doesn't remember such a relationship due to the amnesia she suffers. But love is caused by certain chemicals in the body and that's what produces such feelings. Even if the memory isn't there, there are still other ways to still retain the feeling.

She also began to invite the mercenaries to meals or even to drinking whenever the group and herself were free. But in comparison to the others, she finds that she has a more deeper relationship to Ashta than the rest. So much so that Ashta often treats her like a little sister and would find her somehow fulfilling that role. She's also a drinking buddy whom she seems to hang out with the most. Despite being a lightweight, Rohen enjoyed the drink as she was hanging out with one of her closest friends. One night though, she was so sloshed that she began to question her state of mind. As a guy in a girl's body, obviously there would be some thoughts conflicting or thoughts that would occur normally but aren't there. Especially, feelings of certain emotions that she wondered she still had in certain situations. So she dared to even try to attempt to ignite that feeling. At the deep end of her fatigue, she looked towards Ashta before speaking words she wished she never uttered near her.

"Hey, Ashta..." She slurred. "I know you're not supposed to touch fine art but... someone's gotta pin you against the wall and nail you, right?" Despite Ashta's expression of confusion and concern, Rohen looked deep within herself to find that feeling she was looking for. To see if that ignited or kindled that level of intimate feeling within her. Not even close. She shook her head, already regretting what she had done. "Eh... never mind. I won't do anything, so let me walk you home after this. Like a gentleman." She said before putting in money for the tab and drinking one last swig to wash down her disappointment and smidgen of depression that she really just had to accept this new life. The next morning, while she wasn't hung over, she was in a very sour mood because of what she tried. She even had a lover dammit, the fuck's wrong with you? It took her way longer than usual to get out of bed to start the day that she showed up to the shop quite late. Any questions thrown at her if she was okay, she'd just laugh it off saying it was a hangover she never had gotten in a long while. She masked her guilt in front of the mercenaries as well and did her best to not let it affect her. But lord knows it gnaws at her when she's alone with her thoughts.
Combat
Gifted Stat
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Accuracy/Precision
Weapon
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Main (Rifle, Hand cannon), Secondary (Sword, Talon knife, Throwing Knives, grenades/splash potions)
Mana
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Wind (Inherited), Fire
Carry Over Skills
Gunsmithing, Gunplay, Handiwork, Martial Arts, Musician Play, Cooking, Marksmanship.

Combat
Weapon Specialties
As a gunslinger, she's known to carry around her rifle and her heavy revolver along with some packs of throwing knives and explosives she made through alchemy.

Alchemical Specialties
Her alchemical knowledge is also put to use in combat situations. She can carefully brew two elemental contents into either a grenade or bullets. During preparation or when she has free time, she can set up a small lab for herself using a magic backpack which contains most of her alchemical tools and instruments along with essential needs and smithing tools in order to make more devices for her to use in combat or potions she can use to aid the party.

Mana Specialties
With Wind as her magic, she can move as light as a feather which allows her to reposition quickly if need be or even take to the skies for aerial strikes and combat, even manipulate the movement of her throwing knives. Due to her owner, apparently she abused her wind magic often to float things around or even herself. It could mean with enough wind magic, she can possibly replicate hurricane-like effects. From memory and study, she learned much of many wind-type magic spells to expand her repertoire when it came to defensive, offensive or ordinary magic. While Fire magic are also in her repertoire, they are not mastered enough to be solely used in a combat situation as they are usually used for craftsman related activities. However, when paired with her wind magic... Expect explosive results.

Reaction Timing and Predictability
As her gifted stat being related to accuracy and precision, understanding how trajectory works with certain objects is natural for her. Understanding its pathway, she can adjust her shots to aim at a point of space along the target's pathway and time it to where she can be able to hit a fast moving target. That is also applied when objects or threats are moving towards her. With sufficient time to react, she can also predict where strikes will land and act accordingly to dodge out of the way or even counter.

Spells
As a mage from the academy first, Rohen has learned a handful of spells through her memories and through actual casting to try for herself over the years she's been in this world. Mainly centered around her affinities, she's learned offensive, defensive, supportive and other classification of spells.

~ Zoltraak
The most basic yet powerful and versatile spell she knows how to cast; A simple spell that shoots either a large blast or multiple smaller blasts of concentrated mana. Through using mainly wind and later mixing some fire elements into it, she's able to make a bolt or beam of magic that can charge or even home into targets at high velocities causing some hard-hitting damage or pierce and tear apart targets. This spell has a wide range from quick missile-like projectiles to a highly concentrated focused beam; both of which can change trajectory based on what Rohen wills. It's a cheat spell she learned but the more powerful attacks consume more mana and may require her to be grounded or stationary to charge up the attack. Same could be said if she wishes to sustain a barrage.

~ Waldgose + Daosdorg
Waldgose is a spell that forms a tornado, enveloping the target. With or without the help Waldgose, Daosdorg turns a source of wind into a blaze of fire surrounding the target.

~ Medrozobalt
The caster slashes towards the ground, creating a large rift that runs along the ground directed towards the target.

~ Vollzanbel (Needs more training)
Creates a large blast of fire in front of the user.

~ Sorganeil
Completely prevents someone from moving or accessing their mana to cast spells while their full body is within the user’s vision. The spell is visually represented with particles moving in a circular motion that surround the target. The target's body, including hair, must be in full view while casting the spell and maintaining it, otherwise the spell disables itself. Only applicable to subdued targets while their resistance is low. (For example, beaten up, unconscious... Basically if Rohen tried to tie them up with actual rope.)

~ Reelseiden
Slashes through anything with the caster's staff (In this case, her rifle) as long as the caster can properly visualize themselves cutting through it. A simple magic that is difficult to follow the trajectory of.

Other
She also has knowledge of some martial arts from her past life, she intends to use that as well but has gotten rusty due to training inactivity as there wasn't much chances.
Relationships
Name
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Ashta
Relation
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Close friends, family

Ashta Lecanor - A mercenary she considers a very close friend whom she treats like family. What started off with just blacksmithing needs and request later turned into a much more closer relationship outside of vendor and customer to the point tea is spilled and drinks are shared. However, Ashta often treats her like a younger sister due to their current age, Rohen's just letting them as the situation is rather appropriate. It does hurt her inner pride as a man... Oh how far he's fallen.
"A mercenary captain of her crew? That's pretty badass if you ask me. Sucks she suffers from amnesia, for her and her boyfriend. Can't even imagine how he's holding up. That being said, even if she treats me like a younger sister, it's only right that I should look out for her too in whatever way I can."

Just when did she start treating me like a younger sister...?
About [Ashta]
Name
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The Blind Crowns
Relation
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Mercenary Friends, Family

Zaldone - A mercenary who's actually Ashta's lover who still shows her the loyalty he's had ever since before her memory loss and is very patient, letting Ashta rediscover and rekindle their relationship at her own pace. As once a fellow man, she respects him in the fact that he isn't rushing or is too impatient with his girlfriend which takes a lot of willpower to do. That being said, she also considers him as part of the familial relationship she considers with Ashta.
"He's quite the gentleman from the get-go. Considering how he treats Ashta, she is one lucky girl. Plus, he also helps me with some of the heavy lifting cargo when he swings by with her just to help me out. Perhaps he also sees me like a little sister as she does. ...It does piss me off a little now that I think about it. I'm not that young, even in this body."

Lynn - The sort of rowdy type of mercenary she doesn't want to let in the back of the shop whatsoever. While she does admire the high energy, she's... Unpredictable. Like a smaller child you've accidentally given a caffeinated drink to. Nonetheless, she still quite helpful when it comes to some situations.
"She's fine when she's outside the shop. I do get a bit anxious when she steps foot inside, I don't want her to break anything on accident. Considering she's one of Ashta's people, she should be alright. There's definitely a reason why she's still on board. Just cannot let her into the back where all the potions and alchemical equipment reside. That'll be a disaster level where the sun will descend upon us. Twice."

Inku - An elderly woman who deserves respect. Being a mage, she also sought some methods in managing her mana as well. As she used to be a scholar who graduated from the magic academy, there was never an end of the road for her to keep learning about magic and how to apply it to hers. Especially when she uses her magic for flight, mana management is a must so she sought Inku's advice and mentorship when she was free.
"A wise individual with lots of knowledge and wisdom backing her. Picking at her brain and seeking some helpful tips here and there is something education alone cannot provide. She been there and done that, later perfecting it in her own way to make it more efficient. So far, it's been very helpful. Maybe I should cook something for her someday?"

Briashe - An experienced fighter whom she also asks for some small tutorage or training lessons in regards to martial arts and body maintenance. He only agrees to train her here and there whenever Ashta is on a break or when he has free time. Usually though, if by happenstance, she will just watch from the sidelines and let Ashta's training go undisturbed and lets Briashe do his thing unless called upon.
"An awesome fighter and I heard he founded the group as well? That means he must have years of training under his belt that I can learn from. I'm only lucky enough to learn from him as he understands the relationship Ashta and I share along with the rest of the group. When he's helping me train, I do feel like I somehow got roped into the mercenary group as well. Perhaps I'll consider joining once my apprentice starts to get a good hold of the shop."

They're like my second family. Though, their world is different from mine.
About [Them]
Name
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Fukushima Mei
Relation
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Mentor

Rohen's mentor who taught her all about making mana tools and weapons. Even though she was freshly awakened, Rohen immediately took the opportunity to switch masters after seeing how incompetent her old one was (he's currently in debt due to gambling and lost his shop). Her new master she respects deeply for teaching her all she knew about blacksmithing and experimentation with alchemy and the even blend between the two. Even though she is away, she still feels connected to her somehow.
"I owe my life to her. Even if I had graduated from the academy, I still wouldn't be able to blacksmith like I can today without her tutorage. Now, I'm making all sorts of firearms with systems I remember from my male self in the other world while mixing this world's laws and natural orders into the mix. And I'm even tinkering with equipment the big boys up there use."

She's gone to travel the world, like she used to before. Strange, I can't recall her age.
About [Mei]
Name
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Yona Seiker
Relation
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Apprentice

Rohen's apprentice whom she took in after running them through some tests regarding blacksmithing and alchemy. Surprisingly for a ex-knight, she did well in both so she gladly took her in. It reminded her of herself when she started out, but she could see that this one was dedicated and determined to learn everything Rohen had to offer.
"She's quite young but she picks up fast. The only thing she struggles with is trying to connect the two into a nice blend and well... making mana tools is not her best subject. Baby steps, though. She'll get it eventually."

She's a fast learner. But obstacles still present itself.
About [Yona]
Name
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Blanc Abyssos
Relation
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Bartender/Regular

They are eachother's regulars. Blanc often comes to Rohen when it comes to cutlery and equipment while Rohen comes over to have good drink and food. It's gone to a point where they offer each other discounts or even just free favors in exchange of the other's service. One thing's for sure, business is booming between these two as they often even advertise each other's businesses in their work places in forms of fliers or other types of advertisement.
"Blanc and I are pretty chill. Even in terms of relationships, we're each other's customers and everything is give and take. I provide him the best craftsmanship of tools while he gives me great service for food and drink. Heck, sometimes he watches over me if I ever get too drunk at his work. In turn, I make sure to carefully maintain his equipment when he comes by. I feel like he's got a side-hustle but it's not really my business to know."

...I wonder if he reacts if I try to touch his horns? Or is that kind of weird?
About [Blanc]
Extra
Credit Links
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Extras
Mana Rifle "Azoth Avarice" Functions:

Lever action, can be loaded with various types of ammo ranging from rifle calibers to shotgun shells.

There is an internal ammo storage tube which has an ammo capacity of 4

If no special ammo is chambered after lever action, will instead create its own bullet to fire. That also means, whatever is loaded into the ammo tube will always be the next shot chambered.

Through alchemical solutions, special Ammo types with magic properties can be used.
Special Ammo types:

Shotgun Shells: A projectile which spreads in a cone shape covering a larger area of effect containing fire, water, earth or wind properties. Some shells may be modified if two elemental solutions were carefully brewed together ie. ice or lava.

Sabot vial: A projectile that contains a fragile vial of airborne capable substances. Can use solutions like poison or healing shots.

Sniper Round: High Velocity rounds in which the projectiles use fire, water, earth or wind properties. Some bullets may be modified if two elemental solutions were carefully brewed together ie. ice, explosion or lava.

Combinations can be endless as they use alchemical solutions loaded into the particular projectile. These solutions can also be carefully mixed to stir up interesting results. Rohen is also still developing other types of munitions for her rifle, either through memory from her past life or through experimentation applying this world's knowledge of magic and alchemy.
Attachments:

Scope with magnification

"Suppressor" / While it works like a normal suppressor, it also helps the round spiral more increasing range, stabilization and penetration potential. Projectiles fired through this will leave behind wind trail making it easier to trace where the shot came from.

Bayonet - Enhancement activated, drawing a very sharp blade towards the end of the barrel.

Wood stock is interchangeable between sawed off ver. and full stock.

Hand Cannon "New Testament" Functions

A one of its kind hand cannon which takes alchemical solutions as munitions. The alchemical solution is stored in a specially crafted cylindric capsule and is loaded into the gun's cylinder akin to being loaded like a revolver. The hand cannon will take a small portion of the capsule's content and amplify it to cause impact damage akin to a 460 S&W, a very hard hitting caliber round in the modern world. Upon testing, it can discharge up to 13 shots before needing to be reloaded. Shots will always use the contents of the capsule therefore will have special properties depending on what solution was used for the current capsule.

Properties known are:
- Water: Shots can ricochet from one target to another. (Can only hit up to one additional target.)
- Earth: Hard rock that shatters and explodes upon impact causing fragmentation.
- Fire: Shots can cause incendiary damage.
- Wind: Effective at piercing armor due to its velocity.

Her shop is called "Walker's Smithy" as it is her own shop. However, she did decide to come up with a new name as she took on more blacksmiths and alchemists who were interested in Rohen's way of smithing and wanted it to represent the group. Though, everyone thought to just leave the name as is for now except changing it from "Walker's Smithy" to "Walker Co."

Rohen thinks griffins are cool and wants to tame one someday to ride upon it. It's likely an inspiration for her Hand cannon's design regarding the feather engravings on the barrel and the talon at the bottom of the grip.

While she is surprisingly good at solving intricate puzzles... She absolutely hates them.
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OldTurtle · Jun 24, 2024

Name: Ba'al Loney

Gender & Pronouns: Male (He/Him)

Age: 238

Species: Demon

Home-Kingdom: Ragandris

Social Status: Rich in heart, poor in everything else :c

Gifted Stat: Strength

Appearance: A massive, hulking wall of a man, the musclebound demon cuts a rather striking figure. Between his hardened, serious visage and towering figure, he parts crowds as easily as Jebediath did the Dead Sea. Wingless even in his natural demonic state, Ba'al's only indication of his heritage are the long, curved horns atop his skull which are honestly really inconvenient because for the first few months he kept hitting his head on every doorframe. Though unsubtle, they are a permanent fixture of his body because it's not like goats can trade in their horns for a pair of antlers. That would be cool though. Him with antlers, not the goats. Well the goats would be cool too, but that wasn't what he was talking about. Though his appearance differs sharply from his previous incarnation, even in the more mundane features such as his crimson hair and sharp, golden eyes, there remains an undeniable resemblence in his behavior reflected in the way he presents himself.

Height: 7' (~213 cm)
Name: Mathis de Wit

Gender & Pronouns: Male (He/Him)

Age: 23

Country of Origin: Belgium
Personality: Ba'al is a good guy. He follows his heart, is unfalteringly loyal, and always means well. Open and honest, he wears his heart on his sleeve and trusts freely. He is a gentle man, despite his new appearance, and can hardly fathom the thought of raising a fist in anger. Unfortunately, he can hardly fathom the thought of much else, either. With a mind as vacuous as his, his actions are derived purely from gut instinct and immediate reactions. He's slow on the uptake, can't read a room for his life, is incapable of deceit, and is the physical embodiment of "no thoughts, head empty." Despite being sweet as sugar and always trying to be helpful, Ba'al struggles frequently to make decisions for himself. He becomes easily overwhelmed and instead chooses to let those wiser than him take charge. When alone and devoid of direction, he tends to simply go with the flow, following the path of least resistance. Sometimes, this isn't quite as great a negative as it seems. When confronted with the impossible scenario of being forcefully transported into another world, he adapted remarkably well, taking his transformation in stride (even if he doesn't really understand what's happened). At the very least, he recognizes this is no dream. Despite his thick-headedness, Ba'al understands that his actions have consequences, many of them much more significant than he is equipped to handle. He does his best, for whatever that counts.

Backstory: Mathis de Wit could be called an artist. Not a great one, mind you, but not the worst either. Just passable enough to be accepted into an art school, just passable enough to pass his courses and exhibitions, just passable enough to graduate with a bachelor's degree in visual arts, specializing in the fine arts. 'Just passable' was the most accurate term to succintly sum up Mathis. That was enough to satisfy him. Never one to pursue competition, never one to desire wealth or success, 'just passable' meant he could be happy. Enough for his family, too, who loved him and accepted him for all his faults, many as they numbered. Upon graduation he lived a 'just passable' life, finding employment at the local public library and selling the occasional painting on the side. Ends met, days passed, life lived, and Mathis was content.

On one particular evening -- completely inconsequential to most, but disastrous to Mathis, who'd forgotten both his umbrella and raincoat despite the forecast of a stormy weekend -- a single book was slid into the library returns, less than half an hour before closing. It possessed neither a title nor a barcode, certainly not property of his library. Bemused, he took it to his manager, who simply shrugged her shoulders, told him to keep it, and promptly departed. Date night, she'd said, and was in much of a rush to get to it. Oh, bother, and she'd taken the last umbrella with her too, just as the rainfall began.

Bemoaning his misfortune, Mathis wrapped the book in some cloth and shoved it deep into the recesses of his worn backpack, pulled the hood of his jacket up tightly about his head, and sprinted through the rain back to his apartment. He arrived, soaked to the bone -- his shoes went squick, squick, squick with every step -- and miserable. Once he'd sufficiently dried himself, he again remembered that odd book he'd all but forgotten in his hurry. Retrieving it from his damp bag, Mathis found the cloth coverings had done a remarkably poor job of protecting it. Who would've thought? The book had been almost completely soaked in rainwater. Gingerly, the young librarian peeled the pages, trying to dry them while preventing further damage. The majority of the content was irrevocably damaged, ink mostly blurred beyond recognition. He managed to pick out a few phrases and the occasional page that remained unmarred, but without any context they meant nothing. He did, however, manage to make out the title of the book: Prisma the Light. An oddly familiar name, though he couldn't place exactly where he'd heard it before. Regardlesss, he continued to leaf through the thin book, trying to gauge the full extent of the damage. Surprisingly, the final page was the only one completely saved from the rain. It was also completely blank.

Oh, bother. Mathis flopped back onto his bed and wiggled around like an octopus. When the sheets had been sufficiently mussed, he sat back up and took another look at the book, hoping it would have somehow fixed itself. It had not, but something else happened instead.

Eh?

Staring dumbly at the glittering lights projected into the air before him, Mathis was confused. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put them back on. Now there was a countdown. As it quickly ticked down, line after line, Mathis had only one question:

Am I about to be bombed...?

•••
Ba'al Loney was a fighter. The best, he claimed, though there were some who would refute such. He was a man of tremendous strength and skill, who wielded his magics and blade seamlessly in battle. As far as anyone knew, he had never known a loss -- well besides that particular one, but he'd eaten some bad seafood beforehand so it hardly counted. Cowardly little bastard, taking advantage of a momentary weakness.

The powerful demon sought strength for the sake of it. It was the ultimate achievement, a crown of laurels to wreath about his horned head, and Ba'al was constantly striving towards that immaterial peak just out of view. He had to be the strongest. He traveled the lands to find the greatest opponents possible, from bandits to knights to mercenaries and everything in between. It didn't matter who you were or what you did -- if he could consider you strong, Ba'al would challenge you. He whet his blade against their own and came away from every encounter stronger for it. Strength was an intoxicating drug, and Ba'al wilfully indulged, letting it inflate his ego until it was the size of an airship. Few could be considered his equal. What could possibly ever stop him!

•••

Enter: Mathis de Wit. He woke, covered in blood. In a completely different, much larger, body too, but he only realized that after panicking for a short while. It took several days for him to fully grasp his new situation, even assisted by Ba'al's memories. Mathis -- or rather, the new Ba'al? Should he be called that? Ach, this was all to confusing, these memories made his head hurt -- Ba'al managed to stumble his way into a nearby town, where he attempted to use the money he found in his pockets to acquire a room at an inn. What he failed to consider was that this was not demon territory. The original Ba'al had decided to go and die unceremoniously in the middle of elf territory, and Mathis being Mathis had completely neglected to hide his horns. Not that he really knew he needed to, either.

Beating a hasty retreat as a mob of angry townspeople chased him down, Ba'al utilized his most ingenious escape tactic: trip over his own feet trying to dodge an arrow, fall, start rolling down a hill, hit every bush, rock, and small animal in the way, and land in the river at its base with a great splash, where the current carried him away from the pitchforks and torches of his hunters.

Emerging downstream several kilometers, Ba'al realized that this was very much not a dream. What dream left him picking pebbles out of his underpants? A rotten one, that's for sure. Instead, he decided that the previous lot were a bunch of mean sourpusses and clearly hadn't wanted him around. Better luck next time. So he managed to stumble onto a road and followed it to the next town. Well, you can guess how that went. Again. Third time was not the charm, as the brawny demon realized, cornered against a tall brick wall by yet another group of armed elves. Now this was trouble. Realizing that he might very well die, Ba'al fell back to his last resort. Despite not knowing an ounce of swordsmanship, he unsheathed the massive blade at his hip and swung it at his opponents in a wide arc.

Due to not knowing an ounce of swordsmanship, he promptly missed every last one of them by several feet and impacted the wall behind him. The wall subsequently crumbled as if struck by a wrecking ball instead of a single sword, flinging fragments of shattered brick through the air. Ba'al stared in shock. The elves stared in shock. He stared at them. They stared at him. Everyone stared at the wall. Everyone stared at the sword. The elves stared at Ba'al again. Ba'al tried to stare at himself too but there were no mirrors nearby so he just squinted. It felt like he was missing out now.

"I didn't do it! ...Maybe."

Ba'al tried to defend his innocence. To be frank, he did do it, but he had no idea how. Surely that made him innocent, he hadn't meant to knock down their wall. Maybe it was structurally unsound and he'd done them all a favor. That didn't matter to the elves, who raised their weapons again as the silence shattered. Reacting immediately, Ba'al raised his arms in surrender, forgetting he was still gripping his sword. The broad tip dragged up, cutting effortlessly through the stone pavement like butter and leaving deep grooves in its wake. More chunks of stone showered down on the gathered elves. They fled immediately, leaving Ba'al alone in the deserted alley.

"That works?"

And so Ba'al made his escape again. And continued to make his escapes, crossing Semonia in a series of lucky and unlucky situations. Wielding his immense strength to defend himself -- sometimes with more violence than he'd have preferred --, he began to slowly adapt to life on the run. Still, the constant fleeing and narrowly scraping by was exhausting. He couldn't continue this way permanently, but wherever he looked, there was no safety to be found. For some reason, everyone seemed out for his head, almost as if there was a bounty out on it. Even when he put on a fake moustache he was found out immediately. That wasn't fair at all! What was a man to do in times like these?

Get caught, that's what. Ba'al's long streak of successsful evasions eventually came to an end, seeing him pinned between a rock and a hard place. Or rather, a rock and his two pursuers. Well, maybe they'd let him go if he played 'Hot Cross Buns' on the xylophone? He didn't have a xylophone but he could manage. Maybe.

Relationships:
- Ray Nepenthos: WIP
- Xiaoyu: WIP
- Shion: WIP
Carried over Skills:
- Painting and Sculpting
- Dewey Decimal Classification and Universal Decimal Classification
- Xylophone
- Not Drowning
- Not Dying
- Twerking
- Eat Hot Chip
- Not Lying
Combat Data: Possessing the gift of Strength, Ba'al is an unstoppable force. Even considering his prodigious build, his body is capable of exerting strength far beyond the limits of what should be possible. His bare fists can shatter stone and tear apart buildings (and frequently has), and only seems to grow greater in the face of danger. When Ba'al finds himself in especially treacherous situations, his strength rises to the occasion, unfaltering. He has never lost in a straight competition of strength, though he lacks in many other ways. Among them is actual combat experience. Though he has access to the original Ba'al's memories -- who was himself an incredibly skilled fighter -- the new Ba'al has little understanding of how to use them. In his hands, the demon's sword is an especially large, heavy, and sharp slab of metal. Make no mistake; with his strength, a single blow from the blade could split a man in twain. However, he lacks the technique that classified Ba'al as a master swordsman. His body retains some minimal memory of how to wield it, so he can still wield a blade in combat without posing a danger to himself or others, and as he grows more familiar with it, his skill progresses in leaps and bounds. Similarly, his understanding of magic is below rudimentary. Ba'al himself possesses a natural affinity for the earth and dark elements and wielded them quite capably. Now, however, on the rare occasions that Ba'al does manage to cast any magic, it is only in the most elementary of ways. Frankly, the compexities of spellcraft elude him. It's far easier to just swing his sword and topple the obstacle. Certainly hasn't failed him yet.
- Jean-Jacques Rousseau is his Chihuahua's name. His parents brought her back when he was learning about Enlightenment philosophers in school and he decided that is was fitting name. He never realized the original Rousseau was a man.
- He is an absolute lightweight, able to get drunk off of a single shot of vodka.
- He is still conflicted about which name to use. For now, he defaults to Ba'al if only because the face he sees in the mirror is not Mathis. What about the person inside?

Lucem · Jun 25, 2024

Basics
Raia
Amantea
FC: Bhima | Fate
POST-ISEKAI
Name
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Raia Amantea
Gender & Pronouns
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Male [He/Him]
Age
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27
Species
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Human
Home Kingdom
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Hortensia Harbor
Social Status
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Nomad? Vagabond? Adventurer?
Gifted Stats
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Defense
FC: IDK | Still Lookin
PRE-ISEKAI
Name
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Riley Ward
Gender & Pronouns
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Male [He/Him]
Age
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16
Country of Origin
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United States of America
Appearance
Height
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6' 6" (198cm)
Personality
Despite his large size and other features causing him to come off as somewhat intimidating, Raia is far from the raging, battle-hungry warrior some expect him to be. More comparable to a large dog or a sunflower piloting the body of a tall oak tree, he has a very bright, energetic demeanor that betrays his appearance. He rarely expresses any anger or sadness, usually wearing a smile as he takes on the world with excitement and sparkles in his eyes. Although, he may occasionally pout here and there.

Raia's top priority is always enjoying himself as much as possible and exploring new horizons. If there's a new experience to be had, chances are that he'll be going straight forward. He's of the opinion that he'll always regret not doing something far more than actually doing it, so it's better to do everything instead of nothing. Within reason, of course.

The only thing he ever really puts above having a good time is helping others out when they're in need. Despite often acting like a kid who can't contain himself, Raia has a big brother mentality and he's always willing to lend a hand when it's needed. Even if someone isn't necessarily in need of help, he's likely to try dragging them into his activities and have them get in on the fun. Helping someone else smile makes him smile too, so a two for one deal is always great.

He's a very loyal individual, placing more importance on other people's feelings than his own. The people he cares about are very important to him, and there is very little he won't do to make sure they're taken care of. He'll push himself to his limits and then some just to make them happy, seeing it as the natural thing to do.

Due to how reckless and easygoing he can be at times, some people are of the opinion that Raia is nothing more than an airhead. They're not completely incorrect, as he's a bit lacking when it comes to education and common sense due to his previous life's circumstances. His naivety and oblivious tendencies can be chalked up to the same reason. However, he's still capable of showing maturity and taking things seriously when it counts.

As much as he loves having fun, he will always place others first. He will not tolerate cruelty or those who step on the dreams of others for selfish reasons. When someone is in danger, he'll throw out all regard for himself and focus completely on keeping people safe. This is partly due to his unnaturally high levels of durability, but it can also be attributed to the way he views himself.

Raia sees his chance at a second life as a gift, and he treasures it greatly. However, viewing it that way is a double-edged sword. He sees it as him living on borrowed time, and he lives every day to the fullest because he doesn't know when it will end. He uses it as motivation instead of fearing it like before, but it is a dangerous line of thinking. Because he doesn't consider the life to be his own, he will put others first. They can live much longer than someone who could drop dead at any moment. It's a messy contradiction in his heart.
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Likes
Dancing, Festivals, Reading, Live Theater, Any food, Every animal, Gardening, Studying, Training/Exercising, Dressing up
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Dislikes
Doing nothing, Violence
HISTORY
Riley Ward
Most of Riley's memories, from his earliest to his very last, were of being surrounded by sickeningly white hospital walls. The place where he was born, lived most of his brief life, and would ultimately die. Unlike many of the stories he immersed himself in during those years, his own wasn't one worth reading.

He was born with a rare disorder that didn't make itself known until his early childhood years. Despite the time it took to display symptoms, the effects and the rate they progressed were of immediate concern. It all started with his struggles to walk, prompting his parents to take him to a doctor.

At the time, he couldn't fully understand the diagnosis, none of the complicated words making sense to him. But it was easy enough to tell from the way the adults spoke and the looks on his parents' faces that something bad had happened. The expressions he saw that day became part of his first lasting memory, a precursor to his one visit becoming more of a prolonged residency.

He was in the hospital very often, the times he was able to stay home becoming shorter and shorter as his body continued to deteriorate. Balancing issues turned into a complete inability to walk on his own, his muscles having experienced rapid atrophy. For that reason, he stayed in bed most of the time unless a member of the staff was around to help. It made for a lot of quiet, boring days, but his parents visited often enough to help keep his spirits high.

He always looked forward to the days when his mother and father would sit by his bed, reading several books to him until he fell asleep despite being exhausted themselves from overwork. Out of all those stories, his favorite was Prisma the Light. He'd always want to hear the same passages read from worn cover to worn cover, listening to a story about a brave hero fighting back against evil and stopping a terrible disease. He loved it, but in all honesty, most of that love was due to his parents' words of encouragement that followed. They assured him he could be a hero too and fight back against his own evil disease. At the time, he truly believed in that.

As more years went by, Riley's condition had gotten much worse. Aside from his atrophied muscles becoming nothing more than weight, his body had deteriorated in several other areas. His memory wasn't what it once was, he struggled with breathing, and his senses slowly began to leave him. His parents also weren't able to visit as much as they did before, but he always attributed it to their work. After all, they had to do a lot to afford his treatment.

He was understanding of his parents' situation, but the resulting loneliness was hard to deal with. They left him with many books, but reading on his own had become a struggle. Some of the staff were nice enough to read them to him at times, but they were also very busy people. It was also disappointing to know they couldn't find his favorite book, and the thought that it was lost left him sad for a long time.

Unable to do much of anything on his own, he kept his mind working and off of unpleasant thoughts by doing something his mother once suggested. He came up with his own stories in his head, living out several fantasies resembling those he loved. Oftentimes, those fantasies of his were closer to wishes for the future. Instead of fighting dragons and wearing shining armor, he'd simply imagine himself walking down a real beach or going to see a movie. If it were possible, he would've made a long list of all those things he wanted to do once he was better.

With each year that went by, the things he dreamed of doing grew in number. However, he became increasingly aware that those dreams would always remain dreams and never be more. No longer a child, he understood that his condition wasn't something he could simply recover from, and there would be no heroes to save him. His treatments were only ever efforts to keep him as comfortable as possible until the inevitable. Despite coming to that realization, he only became more concerned for his parents than himself.

Their visits became increasingly rare, something he'd continue to attribute to work. Alone with his thoughts and newfound knowledge, he was always stuck wondering if they knew the truth all along. Never sure if they chose to keep him hopeful for his sake or theirs. How hard did they have it? Was it too painful to see him like that? Was he a burden? What were they doing?

He never really understood anything, and because of that, most of his thoughts around that time centered on his parents rather than his condition or any sort of wishful thinking. That only changed at the very end of his life.

He wasn't sure if it was going to be days or even just a few short hours, but he could feel that his time was almost up. Unable to do anything but simply stay motionless in bed, he let his mind wander. He thought of his parents, the staff who had treated him kindly, and bits and pieces of other things that were far too scattered to recall. More than anything, he kept thinking of all those things he wanted to do.

He wanted to win a big award for something that'd make his parents proud. He wanted to run up and down a big beach with the sun overhead. And embarrassingly enough, he wanted to hold hands with someone, especially at that moment.

His drifting thoughts eventually reminded him of that book he loved so much. He couldn't remember its name, but he could remember the way it made him feel. He really wanted to feel that way again. In response to that emotion, it seemed as though his fleeting mind conjured up some delirium-fueled hallucination, placing an open book right at his bedside.

Even with it so close and being nothing more than a figment of his imagination, he could only barely read the text. With each hazy line followed by the next, it felt like he was being enveloped by something. He wasn't sure if it was hot or cold, but it was bright without a doubt.

If there was such a thing as reincarnation, he hoped his next life would be much different. He wanted to see, do, and be so much more. Instead of being a burden, being someone who could carry them.

Raia Amantea
It was like flicking a switch, lights quickly turning off and back on. When he last closed his eyes, feeling as though he was being pulled away by a current he was powerless to fight against, he never expected to open them again. But there he was, waking up in bed and staring back at the ceiling.

It was too much for him to process at the time, but he still took note of the many differences surrounding him on that first morning. The room was different, sturdy dark wood taking the place of blindingly white walls and furniture. The view from the nearby window was no longer a blurry scene of dirty rooftops, not a single building to be seen in the beautifully sunny pasture. It was something he was only capable of noticing due to his own changes.

His vision was clear for the first time in years, and there was no more struggle to keep his mind together, even in his lightheaded state. He could sit up on his own, now supported by a body that lacked the form and fragility of a twig. If not for being caught up in everything happening at that moment, he probably could've even spoken.

Nothing made sense. He didn't know that place. He didn't know that body. And he definitely didn't know the middle-aged woman who fell to her knees and threw her arms around his neck, giving her thanks to another thing he didn't recognize as she celebrated an apparently overdue awakening.

In the coming days, Riley would come to realize he was more familiar with his surroundings than he initially believed. It took time, but through the people who were there to greet him when he woke up, he was able to put the pieces together. Although, it was hard to believe he wasn't still asleep.

The home he woke up in belonged to the "Amantea" family. There was the father named Ahni, the mother named Maia, and the youngest son named Rahni. There was also the oldest son, a young man named Raia. Himself, apparently.

While he'd never heard of the other family members, he was familiar with Raia. With his memories now unclouded, he could recall his favorite childhood book perfectly. Even though he'd read it so many times, remembering Raia was a struggle at first due to him barely being a footnote in the hero's journey. He was a somewhat rude, irritable character who appeared for a few paragraphs.

He caused a bit of a stir at a market by harassing the owner of a stall, seemingly unhappy about some sort of trade and demanding to get his way with a rather nasty attitude. The heroes of the day happened to be nearby at the time, and after promptly putting Raia in his place, they were able to speak with the owner in order to further their quest. Raia was never mentioned again.

According to Raia's family, he got into an accident during his carriage ride home from the market. Ahni found him unconscious on the long road home and promptly took him back to be nursed to health. While his injuries were far from life-threatening, Raia was unconscious for two whole days, giving everyone a scare.

Apart from there being a lot more details the original story never mentioned, Riley couldn't get over how everything perfectly matched the book. He was convinced it was just a very long fever dream, or maybe even a final fantasy his brain decided to show him before it shut off forever. However, as more time went by, the possibility of it being just a simple dream seemed more unlikely. That terrified him.

He was in a larger body now, one that would allow him to walk on his own two feet. But being out of practice for so long made it hard to put those legs to use. The same went for his voice. So, even with so many changes, he remained tethered to a bed by invisible chains, unable to do anything but sit with fear-inducing thoughts that assaulted him night and day.

In that bed, he always wondered the same thing. When would the "dream" end? When it did, what would happen to him? Would he wake up back in that hospital bed? Would he not wake up at all? The uncertainty terrified him. In order to sleep at night, he had to reassure himself that he would wake up, repeating it over and over until eventually falling unconscious. When morning came, he had to convince himself that he was alive. The same routine of making sure his heart was still beating, that he was still breathing, and that he was still there.

Crippled by fear, that was the only way he was able to live for a time. Despondent and confined to a single room, Raia's family kept him from rotting away, helping him eat and stay clean. He hardly registered their presence, unable to process anything they said. He was too focused on listening to the beat of his heart that could have stopped at any moment.

Even when he became aware of them, the dark thoughts persisted. It all felt wrong to him. Even if it wasn't all a dream, could anything even be considered real? Did these people lead actual lives, or were they just words on a page given form? If it was the former, what did that mean for the real Raia? Was he just stealing someone's life? If so, was that any better than living just to wait for death?

Riley was trapped in a seemingly inescapable pit, but the thing that finally dragged him out was the celebration of Raia's birthday. It was a real celebration, having gifts, music, and a small feast. Throughout the day, the home was filled with smiles and laughter as they retold their fondest memories and wished him a quick recovery.

Even though he was probably nothing like the son they remembered, they still treated him affectionately. He was finally able to truly see them for the people they were, no longer blinded by a dark cloud that shielded him from the things he was too afraid to confront. He hadn't felt anything like that warmth in a long time. Overwhelmed, a lifetime of emotions broke out in a flood of tears.

That was when the line between Riley and Raia blurred. He didn't know how much of what he experienced was real. He didn't know when the "dream" would end, or if it ever would, but he chose to accept it.

He wouldn't let fear or any of those other awful feelings prevent him from finally living. He felt like he owed it to Raia's family and Raia himself to actually live. He wanted to give back to the people that showed him so much kindness and make sure they were taken care of for Raia's sake. His own sake as well. It was a second chance at life, and he wouldn't waste it. So he wouldn't let the old one hold him back, leaving it all behind as he started over with his family.

Once he was finally able to get the hang of walking again, it was rare for Raia to ever sit still. He'd done enough resting for a lifetime, and he hated the feeling of standing around doing nothing. He wanted to take advantage of his new mobility, and he also didn't want to be a burden on his family. He had to stay as active as possible to pay them back and do his part.

As he engaged more with his family, insisting on doing anything and everything to help out, he learned much more about them. The Amanteas were primarily farmers who made a living through their crops and livestock, but each member of the family practiced a unique craft to help bring in more income. Father was a blacksmith, Mother worked in textiles, and Rahni crafted accessories.

Apparently, the original Raia was usually responsible for transporting the various goods to the market and doing all the trading. Knowing that, it made a bit more sense why he was previously so aggressive when it came to haggling. Although, it was clear where that had gotten him.

Raia kept up his previous work of buying and selling at the market, albeit with a gentler approach, but he also became far more active in helping everyone else with their own work. As a result of all the physical labor and always pushing his body to the limit, he bulked up quite a bit. Compared to the old him, it was like looking at a completely different person.

For a long while, Raia simply enjoyed living with his family, doing everything he could to support them as their bonds strengthened. He truly loved them, and he could feel their own affection for him. However, because of how close they'd gotten in that period of time, his family was able to discern that Raia wanted to do so much more than stay at home and work at the farm his whole life.

Raia did his best to protest, willing to devote himself entirely to taking over the family business as the eldest son was supposed to. However, he couldn't deny what he truly wanted. Even though he wasn't the same person he used to be, he still held on to those old dreams that seemed impossible.

Thinking back to everything that crossed his mind back in that white room, there was still so much he wanted to do. He'd been given a second chance, but the attachment he developed to such a loving family made him hesitant. That, and the guilt that'd result from leaving them behind to do as he pleased.

Putting his concerns to rest, his family gave their full support and urged him to follow his actual dreams. They assured him that they would be just fine, Rahni stepping up to take on all responsibility. Once again, he was reminded that his family was truly kind.

With the blessing of his parents and younger brother, Raia set off on a long journey with no destination. He wanted to see everything the world had to offer by spending every day immersing himself in new experiences. Until the day the dream finally ended, he'd work on crossing every item off the mental checklist from his old life.
Combat
Gifted Stat
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Defense
Weapon
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Gauntlets
Mana
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Earth (Family), Light
Carry Over Skills
No skills whatsoever.
Combat

Being gifted when it comes to defense, Raia possess incredible durability and tolerance for pain. Even when his tough body manages to sustain an injury, he manages to push through the damage and stay active. Of course, he prefers not getting hit in the first place, which is why he often uses his gauntlets as a pair of shields to deflect blows.

Despite not being a fan of violence, Raia still possesses the skill, having trained for the sake of keeping people safe and learning everything he can. He is quite strong with his physical might and stature, but manages to be quick on his feat despite his size. In the rare cases he has to go on the offensive, he prefers to use his gauntlets for hand-to-hand combat instead of tradional weapons.

While not the most skilled user out there, he does possess knowledge of Earth magic. Having spent a lot of time with his father in blacksmithing, he typically uses magic to mold metals or the earth itself into different shapes. He also has some familiarity with Light after trying to enthusiastically teach himself every magic that could be learned, but that's a goal he may need a third life to achieve.

Apart from general combat and magic skills, Raia posseses the ability to convert the damage he has absorbed through his large defense in order to augment his physical attacks, giving them an extra kick. However, this tends to leave him feeling drained, the effects proportional to the amount converted.
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Raia's father, a skilled blacksmith.
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Raia's mother. She works in textiles to make plenty of nice rugs, clothes, and more.
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Raia's precious younger brother. He's really good at making accessories. Because he was willing to step up and handle the family business, Raia is able to travel freely without worrying about their parents
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Zenritch · Jun 25, 2024

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Blanc
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Blanc Abyssos
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gender
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species
Demon
home kingdom
Ragandris
social status
Commoner
The Stealth Gifted

Pre-Isekai Info

Name
Yoru Yomikawa

Gender & Pronouns.
Straight | He/him

Age.
29

Country of Origin
Japan

Appearance

Blanc shares much of his human form's physical traits, stemming from how he feels more comfortable operating in a human body that resembles his past appearance. He sports snow white hair, a lean physique, and cold, calculating, red eyes that most would claim to stare right through their soul. His body is littered with scars from the numerous missions and conflicts he has been a part of, though he seems to feel almost a sense of pride and identity through them, choosing to still incorporate them in his human disguise despite being capable of freely manipulating his human appearance.

His demon appearance surprisingly shares some similarities to his former looks, with a few striking exceptions. His hair is longer, reaching past his shoulders and being more akin to silver than snow. His eyes, still cold and calculating, now burn in a bright crimson hue. Most prominent of his features are his horns that form a unique pattern which some might say resembles a crown. He also has a pair of bat-like wings which he can summon or retract at will.

He also uses another form whenever he is on a mission, dubbing it as "Noir". In this form, his white hair completely turns black, his eyes turn purple, and he dons a masquerade-style mask to help mask his identity. He also wears a suit imbued by defensive and agility-focused enhancement for added protection and freedom of movement.
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Skills
Parkour - he is also quite proficient in parkour, the skill being instrumental in his past job, whether for infiltrating enemy strongholds while avoiding detection, or making a quick getaway should things go awry.

Pain Tolerance - As part of the job, he was extensively trained to handle extreme amounts of pain as a means of deterring him from divulging "company secrets" should he ever get compromised. That said, this tolerance also proved useful in helping him get out of hairy situations and complete his missions despite any injury he incurs. Since he was transported into a new body, Blanc had to relearn this skill all over again and has slowly and excruciatingly built up this body's tolerance to around his previous level over the last 5 years.

Alcohol Tolerance - since he started his job as a bartender at the Drunken Raven, he also had to build up his tolerance to alcohol. After all, the job required extensive experimentation to create new brews and tasting the product to ensure that the quality of the drinks he serves are maintained. Plus, no self-respecting barkeep would get drunk before any of his customers do so.

Interrogation - another skill he became proficient with as part of his previous career. He is skilled in extracting information from unwilling targets, employing a wide variety of physical and psychological "pesuasory techniques" to get them to divulge their secrets.

Combat Data
Close Quarters Combat - Although inhabiting a foreign body, Blanc discovered that with a bit of training, he is still able to draw upon the combat skills he acquired in his previous life as Yoru. As one of the top "Cleaners" of Ichigaya, he was taught various forms of martial arts ranging from commonly known styles like Taekwondo and Karate, to the more obscure schools such as Bajiquan.

Dark Magic - the birthright of his race, Blanc can use Dark Magic in a wide variety of ways, from using shadows to help conceal his presence or attack to using them as "gateways" to move from one place to another.

Light Magic - Despite being considered taboo, Blanc made an effort to learn light magic as a means of further enhancing his stealth capabilities. Aside from the mor commonly known applications, he can use light magic to turn himself invisible by bending and refracting light around him. Besides, what's the use of being a demon if he'd be too concerned what others thought of him.

Multiple Arms Mastery - As part of his training as an agent for "the Company", Yoru learned how to proficiently use a wide variety of weapons. Automatic firearms were a given, but he also studied how to wield swords, daggers, spears, staves, and everything in between. Of course, encountering such weapons on the field would be down to luck so he was also taught how to use anything in his environment as a possible weapon against opponents.

Presence Concealment - Even before he was suddenly transported to another world, Yoru was always someone that barely had any presence. Given his line of work at the time, this natural lack of presence worked to his advantage. Coupled by the intense training he went through to be the perfect attack dog of "the Company", he would achieve feats like effortlessly blending to his surroundings, pulling off elaborate disguises to infiltrate target locations, and leave without leaving any evidence that he'd been there. When he became "Blanc", he eventually discovered that his stealth capabilities have been heightened exponentially, letting him do things such as eliminating traces of his presence, physical or otherwise. Whether it's something like the sound of his footsteps, his breathing, or heartbeat or even his animosity and killing intent, his enemies would never see him coming until it's too late.

~~The Man the World Forgot~~ - At its most powerful, Blanc once successfully used his Presence Concealment to completely erase his existence. In that state, he described it as "the world refusing to acknowledge he ever existed". People couldn't see him and even refused to interact with him altogether, no matter what he did to them. People who once knew him would completely forgot a person named Blanc ever lived and even physical evidence such as written records of him and by him would disappear without a trace. At first, his mind burst with ideas as to the numerous applications this ability could be used for... however, he soon realized that turning this ability off was another story altogether. It took him two weeks in this completely isolated state before he finally managed to deactivate it by pure luck. Needless to say, he has refused to use this ability since then.

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Personal Loyalty - Blanc will never give up on a person he considers a friend even if they turn towards a dark path. He will go to great lengths for his friends and loved ones, even at the expense of his own well-being.
Envy- Deep down, he is envious of other people having had the chance to live normal lives and he secretly yearns to live such a life one day.
Remorseless - In his line of work, hesitation is a recipe to getting one killed. Thus, he's the type of person that would not hesitate to take a life if the situation demands it.
Vengeful - After the betrayal he suffered under "the Company", he has sworn that he will bring down all the people who have wronged him someday. Needless to say, he can hold a grudge like nobody's business.
virtues

Personal Loyalty - Blanc treasures his friends and loved ones dearly and is willing to do whatever it takes to protect them.
Resourcefulness - Living a life where he's forced to expect the unexpected and adapt to any situation if he hopes to make it out alive, he has learned how to be resourceful and use anything he has at his disposal to his advantage.
Knowledgeable - Blanc is an avid believer that knowledge is one of the greatest weapons one can wield against any foe. For that, he makes an active effort to expand upon his repertoire of knowledge whenever he has the chance.
Dependable - Blanc is one of the most reliable half-bloods you'll ever meet. If he sets out to do something, you can count on him to get the job done.

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Super Spicy Food - He can easily down two bottles of Tabasco Sauce in one sitting. He acquired this habit from Aiko who would often challenge him to endurance contests to see who can tolerate ultra spicy stuff the most.
Stargazing - While he learned Astronomy out of necessity to figure out his location during missions, he has developed a fondness for stargazing over the years.
Homecooked Meals - Yoru's cooking skills are average at best since his philosophy was to only cook simple dishes enough to keep him going. That's why he can always appreciate a good homecooked meal. He's the type of person that would be the best example for the phrase "a way to a man's heart is through his stomach".
Literature - Yoru likes to read books to pass the time and add on his wealth of information, a habit he adopted from Aiko.

dislikes

Traitors -Since he lost the most important person in his life because of "the Company's" betrayal, he has since detested anyone who would dare betray him.
People who take their lives for granted - In hindsight, he never wished for anyone to live a life similar to what he had gone through. Thus, he doesn't like people who don't realize how good they have it going for them.
Barfights - As much as he loves beating up dumbasses that dare to start a ruckus in the Drunken Raven, he hates seeing the tavern getting damaged from barfights.
The Director - If there's one person Blanc truly abhors, it's the "Director", the head of "the Company" and the one who ordered Aiko's termination.

hobbies

Reading - Reading was one of the hobbies he got from his mother and even then, one of the things he loved was reading a good book by a warm fire.
Playing instruments - another hobby Aiko instilled in him, he can play several instruments including the violin and the piano.
Training - the last thing Blanc wants is to get rusty, so he likes to train his combat skills whenever he has some free time.
Making Drinks and Serving Customers - He finds it relaxing and satisfying to make drinks for customers and listen to any stories they have to share.

habits

Blanc is an extremely light sleeper given how unsafe it was to lay down one's guard whenever he was in missions during his past life.

fears

Being helpless is one of Blanc's greatest fears... the helplessness he felt when his mother's illness took her from him, the helplessness he felt when he failed to save Aiko has awakened a fear of not having the strength or power to change the outcome of any more horrible situations he'd face.

fondest memory

His fondest memory was the time he spent with Aiko, especially when they were off-duty and they could live as much of a normal life as they were allowed to have.

biggest regret

He considers failing to save Aiko as his biggest regret and he has since sworn that he will make the bastards who killed her pay for what they have done.

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personality

At the surface Yoru is a cold and reserved guy who is inured to a lifetime of violence. He usually doesn't care about people's opinions and would generally agree with everyone just to avoid conflict. Once people get to know Yoru, however, they would see that he is a loyal and protective friend who would put the needs of others before himself.

He likes to read books, a habit that was ingrained into him by Yomikawa Aiko. He desires a civilian life and is weary of all the violence in his life. Due to his occupation, he has also adopted a minimalist point of view and generally dislikes wasting resources.

Yoru is also the type of person that generally goes with the flow. He adapts easily to situations because he seldom asks questions and instead acts according to how the situation demands it. Although this approach seems rash in other people's points of view, he sticks by his ideals as they had saved his life a great many times in the past.

Things changed when he was transported to another world and became "Blanc". Fresh from a betrayal that took away the most important person in his life, he became bitter, distrustful and even vengeful. He quickly adapted to the situation he found himself in fueled by the singular desire to find a way back home all so he could rain hell upon the traitors in "the Company", especially the "Director".

Upon meeting Hogan Munin, he learned to take back control of his emotions and appreciate his first taste of having a normal life, considerably mellowing out and becoming a bit more extraverted, partly because the job he found himself in demanded it, but mostly because of a newfound interest in interacting with and getting to know other people. Still, he never lost sight of his goal of eventually making it back to his home world. In fact, one of the primary reasons why he established his information network in the first place is to hopefully find clues that would help him return to Earth and exact his revenge.
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Aiko Yomikawa
The person whom Yoru considers to be his savior, she is the main reason why he did not completely turn into a mindless killing machine for "the Company". She slowly and painstakingly taught him how to be more human, get in touch with himself and his emotions, and live a normal life despite the unique situation they have found themselves in. Her death has had a profound effect on Yoru, making him swear that he will bring down "the Company" and everyone who plotted her death.
Hogan Munin
Hogan took Blanc under his wing when he first arrived in Hortensia, initially giving him a place to stay when he first stumbled into his tavern before offering to make him his apprentice. Despite his looks and gentlemanly demeanor, he was once a legendary spy and a feared assassin in the Hortensian underworld and it is through his old connections that Blanc is able to successfully establish his intelligence network without much issue.
Ashta Lecanor
One of his regulars, both as a bartender and as an informant. They get along well and have even gotten to the point where they only need to say certain words to convey messages to each other. He enjoys listening to her share tales of her exploits.
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Yoru Yomikawa

Technically speaking, Yoru Yomikawa doesn't exist. His name isn't in any census or any official government records since he was born in a laboratory and raised to be part of a secret experiment by the Japanese Government to produce the finest assassin for Ichigaya, the Japanese Ministry of Defense, also known as the "Company". For much of his life, he was trained to be nothing other than a tool. Aside from receiving a basic education, he was taught in various martial arts as well as in the use of various conventional and unconventional weapons. He would have gone down the road of a mindless dog obeying its master's every command. However, a young silver-haired ray of sunshine named Aiko Yomikawa changed all that.

At first, he brushed off her attempts of befriending him, seeing her efforts as nothing more than a distraction. However, after months of prodding and pestering, the white-haired boy gave up and gave in to her unrelenting attempts. That said, it took a bit more time before Aiko could get through to the boy's tough exterior. Having been raised as an attack dog all his life, Aiko had to completely change his way of thinking from tool to human being. She taught him how to act normally, how emotions aren't a weakness, and how to properly control and express them. After finding out that the white-haired boy only had a bunch of digits for a name one night, she gave him the name Yoru because of how his pure white hair reminded her of a moonlit night.

Aiko and Yoru's relationship eventually blossomed and eventually, the two were inseparable outside of missions. Due to how much friendlier and normal Yoru has become thanks to Aiko's influence, he was able to treat other people assigned to missions with him as friends. Unfortunately, this shift in attitude was deemed to be problematic by "Upper Management", particularly the man who oversaw the Company's operations, the Director. While he originally allowed the two to have contact in hopes of allowing the boy to develop a personality and learn to think for himself instead of being overly reliant on orders, he was starting to see how the bond the two developed could turn into something detrimental. However, he also couldn't deny the results the two were delivering, with Yoru having a near-perfect track record for all the cases he's been assigned with. Thus, Yoru and Aiko lived relatively peaceful lives for years until one fateful mission where Yoru chose to ensure Aiko's safety in exchange for letting a high-priority target escape.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back for the Director. The relationship between the two agents was becoming problematic and something had to be done to salvage his experiment. During what seemed to be a normal operation, Yoru lost contact with Aiko. When he returned to the safe house they were using as a temporary base, the place was in ruins, having suffered massive damage from what seemed like a powerful explosion. Due to the extent of the damage, everyone in the building was presumed KIA including Aiko. The incident devastated Yoru. He spent months on end trying to follow any lead he could find to locate Aiko's whereabouts. He refused to believe that endearingly annoying girl who changed his life forever would kick the bucket just like that. But after a year of following dead ends and empty trails, he had to accept the reality that he was unable to protect and save the person he considered his savior. He became depressed to the point that it affected his performance. Eventually, the "people upstairs" started taking notice and a decision was made... A tool that can't do its intended purpose correctly was nothing more than paperweight after all.

Around that time, Yoru had finally found a lead to Aiko's mysterious death after he was ordered to search and destroy a rogue operative's known safe house and "clean up" any traces of his existence. He managed to successfully infiltrate the rogue agent's corner him. Before a killing blow was struck, the agent started spilling his guts to Yoru, airing out the Company's dirty laundry, including the planned assassination of Aiko Yomikawa, whom they have seen as a liability after Yoru deliberately chose to fail a mission for her sake. Shock turned into confusion, which quickly turned to rage. As he was contemplating how to eventually get back at the Company, the rogue agent entrusted him with the coordinates to another safe house where he had stashed incriminating evidence against the Director and the Company. Unfortunately, Yoru never had a chance to retrieve those documents, as a second attack was launched on the compound, prompted by "Upper Management's" decision to wipe the slate clean and tie up any remaining loose ends.

The ensuing battle was fierce, as a dozen of company agents confronted Yoru. Two fell immediately upon making entry, taking a couple of shots to the head. A third fell, the last of the agents to breach the compound, after he was ambushed from behind and had his neck snapped when he had fallen behind from the rest of his squad. Three were simultaneously taken out after entering a booby-trapped room, the explosion leaving little chance for survival. After engaging him in a firefight, two other agents bit the dust when Yoru successfully landed clean shots to their heart and head . At this point, however, he had to get creative since he was running low on ammunition. Sneaking around the compound, he waylaid another agent, slitting his throat with his knife, however another soldier managed to tackle him, knocking him down and sending his weapon flying away from him. The two grappled on the floor and the soldier managed to get the upper hand, and he was about to plunge his knife down to the white-haired man's heart. Fortunately, Yoru managed to get his hands on a fire iron, stabbing it into his opponent's temple before he could deliver a killing blow to him. As another agent arrived on the scene, Yoru quickly swiped the knife away from the corpse that was still pressed against him and threw it to his would-be attacker, lodging the weapon to the guy's throat.

The last agent proved to be the most troublesome however. With full clips of ammo and matching Yoru in terms of skill, the white-haired man was pushed on the defensive, dodging gunfire while expending what little ammo he had left to return fire. Eventually, he heard the dreaded clicking sound of an empty clip, prompting Yoru to make a hasty retreat to the study. When the enemy entered, Yoru threw a book at him, successfully knocking the firearm away. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he tackled the agent to the ground and grabbed the same book he had thrown, showing the thing in his opponent's mouth and repeatedly pounding it until he had dislocated the guy's jaw. He then propped the guy's neck on the book before smacking his head forcefully, breaking his enemy's neck in the process.

After he had caught his breath, he retrieved the book figuring the least he could do is find out its title since it essentially saved his life. He was surprised to discover that it was actually a copy of "Prisma the Light" a classic children's book that had become an urban legend after copies of it seemingly fell to obscurity overnight. It was also one of the first books Aiko had recommended to him. Falling into nostalgia, he decided to give the book a quick read. However, when he got to the ending, he was puzzled to find it blank before he was enveloped in a flash of blinding light. And then he was gone.

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Novel

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Xiaoyu An

Gender

Male || He/Him

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19

Species

Merfolk

Home Kingdom

Zhonghai

Social Status

Noble

Gifted Stat

Charm

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Yujin Park

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Male || He/Him

Age

22

Country of Origin

United States of America

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Appearance

Xiaoyu has always been known for having a naturally soft pallet of colours. Long light blue hair and a coral tone for his eyes, really complemented his features and gentle expressions. At least, it complemented the original Xiaoyu well. The current Xiaoyu is the complete opposite. From beaming smiles to heated glares. Xiaoyu has an incredible range of expressions that match the rapid shifts of his emotions and if it weren't for his little habits, his former self would be completely unrecognizable. He remains about the same height as he did previously, and shares a similar complexion with his former self. But that's when all the similarities stop. Compared to the more vibrant Xiaoyu, Yujin had a very neutral natural colour pallet. Brown hair and grey eyes. With only a streak of dyed red hair to really pop out in contrast to everything. While Yujin does prefer the exotic look he has now, he does miss his old body a bit, it’s just what he’s used to. However, he is living the dream of being a beautiful mermaid!! Aside from the human parts, there are also some new features he had to get used to. First, the new blue tail he has. With sparkling scales that are various shades of blue and flowy translucent fins that fade into the soft coral colour that matches his eyes. Aside from his fluke, he also has two long ribbon fins coming from the side of his tail and his ears are replaced with finned ones as well. Unlike the rest of his fins, the ones on his ears stay regardless of if he’s in mermaid or human form. Yujin still tries to keep a part of his original self with him, while he’s in Zhonghai, he tends to wear the traditional robes that his family in this world always wears, but when he’s out and about on the surface he tries to mix in a bit of modern style with the traditional look. Still keeping on the hanfu coats, but enjoys mixing in hoodies and more casual wear that he finds in Hortensia. The nice flowy dresses are cool and all, but he still prefers the classic sweatsuit.

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eye color: coral

height: 5'7 || 176 cm

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Yu is one of the sweetest people someone could meet. Someone who lives in the now and tries to make the best of what’s right in front of him rather than trying to imagine things that are hundreds of years away from him!! If he’s always making himself happy now, then surely his future will always be happy. Always trying to be kind to others and always trying to make more friends, Yu finds himself being happier around others. He despises being alone. And in turn, it makes him seem very attention seeking. Which is true in a way. Those he is closest with know that he is extremely clingy. Very insistent on always being together. That definitely has annoyed some. But he just can’t help himself…he tries to stop himself, but he always finds himself sadder in emptier spaces. Many people get the impression that he’s ignorant and gullible. While that is true a bit true, he does know how to look out for himself. He’s a grown adult, after all? He’s always had a good intuition. Able to tell if people were genuinely happy around him or not. It’s not right all the time, but more often than not he can tell if people are coming up to him to be his friend or if they have icky reasons or don’t actually like him. Regardless, he’ll try to treat everyone nicely! But just ghost those he doesn’t want to have trouble with once he finally gets away from them. Or stick Rei on them to chase them away haha!

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Yujin has lived in a small town in Maine all of his life. It was a quiet and peaceful place. Albeit, very boring! Most of his earliest memories were spent playing in his own backyard. Whether that be with the tire swing his mom had set up for him, digging around in the dirt, or splashing around in his little kiddie pool when the weather was nice. There was a lot of fun to be had, but not a lot of people to share that fun with. His mom and dad were always very busy. When they were home, they were usually too tired to play with him or it was too late to play. There also weren’t many other kids in the neighborhood. Meaning he always had to play by himself! And he hated that! The highlight of his very early childhood was when he would go over to the house next door. An old couple lived there and always offered to watch Yujin during the day when his parents were too busy. He soon built a nice relationship with them. The granny would always make him his favorite snacks and foods! While the grandpa would tell him all sorts of cool stories and introduce him to all the birds they had outside. Yujin found himself spending more time with them compared to his own parents, seeing them as grandparents of his own! Sadly, things wouldn’t remain this way forever. With the grandpa soon passing, the granny was left all alone in the house. Yujin was a bit too young to understand at the time. All he knew was that he was going away somewhere and wouldn’t be coming back. Things were looking very bleak in the granny’s household. But Yujin tried his best to cheer her up. Since they both missed grandpa so much, they should spend more time together! Yujin came over every day to play with grandma. Even if his parents were home to watch him. He always made sure to feed the birds and make sure all the birdhouses were still okay, since grandpa would want to make sure they were all still okay even if he wasn’t here to watch them. One fateful day, Yujin spotted a large moving truck outside of grandma’s home. His parents told him that her family was moving in. And that there was even another kid!? He was so excited and greeted them eagerly! A bit too eagerly. Yujin had just started kindergarten, so he did get to meet a few other kids. But this was the first kid who was living so close to him! And since he was going to live with grandma, that would mean he would see him every single day~ Things did not go as expected with the new kid. Yujin learned that his name was Rei! But he also learned…that Rei didn’t seem to really like him. He was always…kinda nice, but not actually nice. He didn’t want grandma to be sad if he and Rei didn’t get along…plus, if Rei wouldn’t be his friend, then neither of them would have anyone to play with after school! He was going to make Rei be his friend no matter what! Years pass, and the grumpy new kid on the block was now Yujin’s very best friend. The two were almost inseparable during middle and high school. They’d spend their free time in school together, go home together, study together, eat together, hang out together, and eventually go to the same college together. Yujin went in for Marine Biology, as he grew up with a fondness of the ocean and the animals in it. Over the course of four years, the two remained very much the same. Rooming together since their freshmen year and staying together till their senior years. It was soon their senior finals. With thesis and projects, it was a very busy time. But amongst the chaos and constant studying, they found moments to still have fun together. One of those moments was finding a pair of strange books hidden in a strange place at the library. Yujin jokingly insisted they were magic books and made Ray read the stories with him when they returned to their dorm. A strange copy of Prisma the Light. Yujin had read this story as a kid before, so it was a nice hit of nostalgia! If only he knew of the trouble he put the both of them in when he brought those books back with him.

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Novel: Part I

As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself staring up at a dark cave. Staring blankly at the rocky ceiling as he tried to recall what happened…he and Rei were reading in the living room of their apartment and suddenly there was a bright flash before everything went black…what was happening!? Did he get kidnapped!! Where was he? His first instinct was to call out for Rei. He had to be dreaming, right? But when calling for Rei didn't work he began moving on his own. He had to get out of this place. The panic he suddenly had when he found he had a big fish tail instead of legs was almost comical. And the first hour of this new life was spent trying to learn how to swim properly with this. Crashing into the walls was not fun. After being able to move properly he began trying to find his way out…and he can't explain why…but it was like he knew the exact way back to his destination. Leading him back to the underwater city of Zhonghai…he needed to sleep. His head was foggy for so many reasons. Being a merman was like a dream come true, but also a bit scary. Where was he?? Using the new memories he gained, Yujin soon learned he was in the body of Xiaoyu. The 2nd child of a noble family in Zhonghai. Meaning he was rich rich! Yu…wasn't sure if he was supposed to pretend to be Xiaoyu. It was like having a pop quiz whenever he talked to someone. As he frantically searched for any memories in his brain for something to help him. However, the longer he was here…the quicker he realized that Xiaoyu did not have the happiest life. From what he experienced and remembered…his parents were loving but always very busy. Leaving him and his older sister alone with the servants. But for a young lord, he wasn't really respected in his own house. The servants ignored him. And his own sister looked at him like he had personally offended her. What a toxic place. As a result, he began sneaking out of the house and exploring this underwater city! As someone who is studying sea animals for a living, this was a perfect opportunity!! Not to mention, the animals were all so kind! Whenever he tried to call something over, it would come over and act so friendly with him. It was so easy to make friends with them! However, it appeared that these creatures being so friendly was not normal. And when he heard of a creature causing a lot of trouble in one of the mines for a while, Yu was able to solve the problem in just an hour. Making the so-called dangerous beast his new friend. This led to the rumor of Xiaoyu being a potential monster tamer. This brought both wanted and unwanted attention to him. Yu noticed that once he actually started talking to people, he almost always managed to make them stick around. Over the next few years Xiaoyu would do a lot. Run around the underwater city, head up to the surface and explore there, run away from home, take on some quest to make extra money. He was living the simple but fun life of an adventurer!

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Novel: Part II

Hiiii! Welcome to Yu and Rei’s adventure log! Ever since we ran into each other when Rei was about to drown in the ocean we've been together ever since! I'm so glad I was able to find him. I was starting to miss my bestest friend. But now we're traveling together and trying to find a way back home together! I don't want to forget everything we did so I'm keeping a log of it! I'm going to be doing most of the writing though…because if Rei did anything no one else would be able to read it! Mongolia Shore Today me and Rei are hanging out by the shore. There was a pack of aggressive beasts hanging by the shoreline that we had to chase off. It was fairly easy so we had a lot of extra free time afterwards! It's been awhile since we've been to the beach so we're gonna stay for a bit longer! … Rei was not happy with the little mermaid skit. But I thought it was funny. Rei never liked watching Disney marathons with me lol. Even counting only Disney, there are better movies. =( … Pickles and pet Rei found rocks together! It was so cute. We're like a family~ I thought the Nereus simply fancied pretty rocks, but it seems like it was attracted to the traces of water mana inside. Reedvale The innkeeper asked me if I’m dating Yujin. What the fuck. Can you blame them, though? … The innkeeper’s daughter asked me if I knew what Yujin likes. Great. He’s seduced another one. I wasn't doing it on purpose!! … These people are insane. Forget the request. We’re leaving. Baloney We chased the rumors about a demon running amok in the area. When confronted, he acted like WE were the problem. If he doesn’t want to start trouble, why isn’t he hiding his horns? A scary guy with a cute personality! … Ray once treated a mercenary whose pride and body had been beaten bloody by a demon named Ba’al Loney. This man who introduced himself by the same name… Either he hit his head too hard during a fight, or there’s somehow two sets of parents with equally horrible tastes in names. … I don’t trust him. He’s hiding something under that naïve facade of his. I think he's actually just like that. … I was wrong about him, but now my head hurts just thinking about how he didn’t know he could hide his horns. Called it! Baloney II I thought I was a bit airheaded but Ba’al make me seem like the most street smarty person ever! Maybe I should try and teach him! … Note to self. Don't ever buff Ba`al’s strength. He almost wiped us all out along with the enemy. The ground was literally sinking beneath us!! He's a danger to society. It's a good thing he lacks a single malicious thought in that head of his Freybel Vicinity It’s only been a year and a half, but the monster population in these parts is about four times higher than during my last visit. It’s going to take more than a bit of medicine and monster taming to combat this density. And who's fault was that? >=( … Seems like the leader around these parts is some woman named Shion. The way she speaks is strangely pleasant. … We’ve managed to scatter the monster population quite a bit, but it seems like the blue-haired brat wants to tag along. New friend! =D Shion I think I just got a new student! Shion is very insistent on copying what I do. Rei seems to like her too! At least enough to talk with her without looking mad. And that's really saying something! … Today me and Shion went shopping in the city together. We managed to get a lot of things discounted and saved tons of money! And by we it was Shion initiating the idea and me having to actually back her up before she got kicked out of the store. Some of her demands were a bit unreasonable too. But it all worked out~ I can't tell who's being a bad influence on whom. Saving money is good, but not at the cost of a ruined reputation. We'll have to lay low for a while.

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Backstory
CS

“Rei is the bestest friend I could ever ask for!! And I don’t know what I would do without him. He’s nice, and smart, and funny, and caring, and supportive, and amazing, and cute, and loyal, and unique, and..."

Ray

A person that Yu considers a part of his family. The person he’s known the longest besides his own parents. A person he’s totally fine with spending his entire life with! When there was no one around, Rei was always there for him. Even if he didn’t want to at first. He recalls their first days together. He could tell that he was mostly being nice because his grandma told him to. But he didn’t let that stop him! Since he was forced to be nice anyway, he might as well try his best to get him to like him while he couldn’t push him away! And that stubbornness eventually pays off. They’re basically attached to the hip now! As Xiaoyu and Ray, Yu has noticed that Ray…has developed some new habits. But if anyone thinks that would change anything, they’re wrong! Even if Ray kills someone, or turns people to rats, he’d find it in his heart to forgive him. We all make mistakes, right? Ray would forgive him as well!

“I’ve always wanted to have an older sibling…but it seems I pulled the short end of the stick. She's a bully and hates me a lot. It's sad. I really wanted to like her!”

Xiaohong

Xiaoyu’s older sister. From what Yu is able to recall from the memories he's gained, the two were never in good terms. Often getting belittled and scorned. Xiaohong is petty and jealous. There is nothing else to explain. Their family makes the most capable, the heir of the family. And Xiaoyu was showing more promise than Xiaohong. So she, quite simply, manipulated him into listening to her. Making him promise not to tell their parents about this. Taking credit for the things he does. All while Xiaoyu just hoped that she would return his affections one day. That day was never coming, however. And Yu was not going to let himself get walked over like that. He took it for a few months. But after realizing that she wasn’t going to change, he stopped trying. Which only got her more heated. She never expected Xiaoyu to just suddenly change like that. No one did. After a few more months of sinking relations, Xiaoyu chose to eventually leave to travel. He loved the water…but he actually didn’t want to live here! But, of course. He wouldn’t let her go without any consequences. He made sure to leave a nice letter and proof of Xiaohong’s harassment that was sure to get her in trouble. And made sure his letter was a bit guilt trippy before vanishing the next day! He doesn’t know what really happened. But he hopes she’s in a lot of trouble.

“Chaoxiang is a jerk who is constantly trying to cause trouble or embarrassing me. I don’t even know what he wants from me. The nicer I try to be to him, the angrier he gets. It’s such a hassle. I would just rather ignore him.”

Chaoxiang

Chaoxiang is someone who’s known the original Xiaoyu since they were both kids. And also hated them since they were both kids. A bully who would pick on poor Xiaoyu long before Yujin came. The occasional interactions Yu had with him were more than enough to get the general idea of how normal interactions went. And they were anything but pleasant. But as they say, your enemy knows you best. Chaoxiang was one of the very first people to catch onto Xiaoyu's sudden change in character and would often pester and interrogate him for answers. Even trying to befriend him didn't work. He only seemed to hate him more! Yu’s been trying to ignore him for the most part, but it’s never enough to shake him off.

CS

“We were supposed to meet in Hortensia Harbor, but I haven’t been able to find him anywhere. Which sucks. What am I supposed to do with the gifts I got him?”

Morgan

Morgan is a fellow merman he met during one of his late night escapes. Running into him on the streets…water streets? Either way, he always treated him to a meal or brought him some food! Xiaoyu wasn't used to being loaded like a baked potato. So, he never minded hanging and eating out with Morgan. They had planned to meet together in Hortensia Harbor…only to never find him. He doesn’t seem like someone who bails. He hoped nothing bad happened to him…

“I don’t think I ever met someone who is so tsundere coded. Such a nice guy who's so mean and angry looking. He reminds me of baby Rei~ But like the opposite lol”

Arjun

Arjun is an animal farmer on the countryside of Hortensia. A gruff and cold guy who’s the head of the small animal village. He and Yu first met when he set in a request to the main city to assist with a beast problem they were having. And was disappointed when they saw that they sent Yu. But can you blame him? He still seemed like a kid! Not to mention, he actually didn’t know what he was doing. Yu had asked Arjun to teach him how to handle land animals better. Claiming it was critical to his success! He was good with sea animals since he studied them in his previous life so much and also spent the past year living with them. Arjun eventually caved in and help. He put up a good fight, but he could only keep refusing the guy so much. After a successful capture of the beast and helping out his little town, the two were on much better terms! They were friends! But Arjun wouldn't admit it.

CS

“Ba'al may not be the smartest cookie in the stack, but even if he knocks down another building or explodes an area by sheer muscle mass alone, I'll always be there to cheer him up when he's sad or scared!"

Ba'al

TBD

CS

“Shion is like a little sibling who keeps trying to copy what the older one does just to be cool. I'm honored that she thinks I'm cool enough to copy! So, as her big brother, I have to ensure she becomes the best Shion she can be!"

Shion

TBD

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Relationships
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Skills

Singing

Yu has always been fond of musicals and Disney movies. Singing along to anything that had a decent rhythm since before he knew how to properly speak! He’s pretty good as well. He always wanted to sing to the animals like in the movies. And now he can!

Dancing & Flexibility

Similar to singing, he was also fond of idol groups and loved dancing along with their videos. Even trying to write dance compositions. It was a great way to get his energy out when he could go out and run around with his friends. He even managed to become captain of his high school’s cheer team senior year and started an idol dance club in college.

Running

Yu is great at running! Keeping himself stable and running fast! And it has been put to a lot of use here. If there’s ever something that he knows he or his monsties can’t handle, it’s time to run for the hills! It’s not running away. It’s a strategic retreat.

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Combat Data

Water Magic

He doesn’t actually know too much about magic. But he has found that he can use his magic to effect people around him. He often uses his spells to buff his allies or monsties! He’s not much of a fighter himself after all.

Earth Magic

His family’s affinity. He doesn’t use it as much as he’s still struggling to understand how to use magic. But he also uses it to help him support others or disrupt surrounding enemies.

Summoning

Due to his unparalleled levels of charm, Yu can make even the most hostile and aggressive beasts docile and sweet. While Yu did not invent the concept of summoning, he is one of the few people really able to make use of it due to actually being able to tame beasts.

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Monsties

Rei: A small creature that was causing big troubles in one of the mines. Yu befriend the little animal, and it now follows him around. It has access to water magic. Able to create violent waterspouts, spikes by rapidly spinning water around and shooting it out!

Wuppy: A little guy that Xiaoyu often shared treasures and food with. Over the course of a few months, they became quite friendly with each other! But they only became close enough to be able to call the otter a summon when Xiaoyu saved her when she was getting chased by an angry beast! Has access to earth magic, but isn’t inherently strong. Is able to dive into earth and swimming around similar to being in water.

Gumball: A creature that was causing trouble in a small farm town in Hortensia that Yu was sent to handle. But rather than killing it, he chose to make it his friend! And convince it to stop hunting the farm animals. Has access to dark magic but relies much more on its speed and sharp features for attack. The dark magic is mainly used to enhance itself and enter an enraged mode, or able to create shadowy copies of itself to fight.

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Abilities
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Preferences

Likes

Beings outside, animals, sea animals, music, smoothies, fruits, making friends, charms, birds, the ocean, perfumes, idol groups, Rei!

Dislikes

Being alone, exams, sushi, hunting monsters, tight clothing, staying inside for too long, his parents’ house, bugs, texting

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Notes

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Theme - Storm Chaser

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If it weren't for the fact he'd probably have to move out of the country, he totally would have tried to join some sort of idol school or group.

04.

Yu has accidentally seduced way too many people that he had meant to. He was just being nice to be their friend! He didn't mean for that to happen! Rei always gets on his case about this too.

05.

Yu mainly just goes by his childhood nickname Yu! It feels weird being called Yujin when he's supposed to be Xiaoyu. But he also feels weird becing called Xiaoyu when he isn't him.

06.

Yu calls his beast companion Pet Rei! Since calling them both Rei has started to get very confusing...

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(Might Add More Later)

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Quotes

“Rei carry me home!” “Wahhh! Please don't fight over me! I swear there's enough to go around! “I wanna be where the people are. I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin' Walkin' around on those - What do ya call 'em? Oh, feet” “Don't mind what my friend Rei is saying! He may have a sharp tongue but I swear he doesn't mean it! He just struggles with expressing himself...Rei tell them you're sorry!”

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Extras

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Basics:
Novel

Name

Shion Vox Irae

Gender

Female (she/her)

Age

156

Species

Demon

Home Kingdom

Ragandris

Social Status

Noble

Gifted Stat

Perception

Basics:
Earth

Name

Camilla Maes

Gender

Female (She/her)

Age

19

Country of Origin

Belgium

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Appearance

A woman of many faces, a demon of many wiles and ruses, ploys and schemes, there's no one side to Shion that's universally known to people. A shapeshifter and expert illusionist, Shion can present herself howeverso she wishes, a shortstack blue haired kid one day, an elegant geisha towering over most everyone the other. Blessed with the ability to alter how people perceive her, cursed with a suspicious mind, it would be hard to truthfully nail down what Shion's true form is, but it seems that the one she 'woke up' in, a short frail girl with soft hands and a wicked smile, is what she's most comfortable with.

hair color: dark blue

eye color: crimson

height: 152 cm

faceclaim: Hinanawi Tenshi

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Personality

A trickster through and through, Shion is the model demon who revels in deceit and chaos. With venom in her words and magic at her fingertips, the young demoness isn't above playing dirty to get what she wants. With a carefree, almost arrogant attitude to her at all times, it seems that the words she lives by are 'use it or lose it!', as she certainly doesn't miss an opportunity to use every privilege and tool at her disposal at every opportunity. Conniving and treacherous, duplicitous and scheming, Shion craves to be the puppeteer who makes everyone dance to her tunes. She wasn't always like this, of course. Perhaps it is because of the shift into a whole new world that forced her hand, or perhaps it was the demon blood in her that catalysed this flip personality, but the Shion of old, the 'Camilla' in her was a shy, softspoken child at odds with the world. Perhaps it is simply a will to leave behind everything she used to be, and to distance herself from those memories as far as she could. Whatever be the case, Shion is currently simply an ambitious woman, raring to grasp life by the throat and extract it for all its worth. Enjoying the finer things in life, a chaser of affluence and influence, of power and prestige, she fits the mould of the noble countenance that she belongs to, an heiress who should carry herself as such. Over her twisted face is the mask of agreeability and pleasantries; Shion understands the power of words and actions and easily fits into the role that would make her the most liked. With the combined power of her magic and an ability to lie as easily as she breathes, she worms her way into people's hearts and pockets easily, and where there's even a single person, there's never a want for anything - she'll claw it all out herself! But she'll coat the bitter pill in sweet dew first, whisper honeyed words and hit them with the saccahrine sweet smile and appear to be the model friend one has craved all along. She's an excellent listener, and will always make you feel heard, even if it's often to server her own needs, and always seems to know the right thing to say. Needless to say, she's incessantly popular wherever she goes, and like a spider, she's always busy expanding her web. Because that's the side of her you'd always see, that's the Shion the world knows; whip-sharp, clever, but pleasant, agreeable, friendly and generous. Outside of the devilry and the cunning that one needs to survive in a place such as Ragandris, her friends, for lack of a better word, might see a more child-like, carefree side of her; a Shion who simply wants to enjoy life and all that it has to offer. See pretty things, eat tasty food, listen to good music, touch soft things and sing bad karaoke with her loved ones. Whether this is a carefully crafted veneer to bring everyone's guards down or whether it is a true vulnerability is a game of chance, as it always is with Shion, and would always leave you guessing why her pleasure always looks so sincere. One thing to be said for certain is that Shion is not stingy. She navigates life with an open hand; perhaps it is the privilege of the wealthy, the assurance of the demon who knows she can always get more, more, but money is an easy come, easy go for her, and she never feels the need to withhold any resources from anyone. Certainly, she'd like to be in control of what goes to who, and usually it's all an elaborate pyramid for her to cash in her favours when it suits her. But somewhere there may exist a morsel of kindness that drives her to share all that she has with those she implicitly trusts, paying off some dues no one knows about.

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Basics
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Earth

Sigh. Rubella, Scarletina, Haemophilus influenzae, Encephalitis, Neisseria meningitidis. She'd memorized the words with more acuity than her own name. It was all her life revolved around for months, years, until the tides of time had worn the sharp edges down and she'd been able to move on with arguably the more difficult task of navigating life. Not to say that early period of her life had been easy; far from it. She hadn't been expected to survive the febrile illness that descended upon her, turning her from a healthy, active toddler to a bedridden child over the course of the disease. Many tears, arguments, requests and prayers echoed in the Maes' house, driving a silent but looming wedge into the integrity of the family. Too young to understand, too foolish to convince herself it wasn't her fault. But it was, wasn't it? Against all odds, she survived, her intellect startling intact after the raging temperatures wracked her brain. The tears subsided, but the family's toil had only just begun. Every morning was the same, waking up, making her way to her bathroom by assistance of a cane, brushing and washing up, taking a seat at her desk and picking up her stylus. The scent of coffee was a constant presence in her room, no doubt brought up by her mother, and she was always accompanied by her soft toys at the edges of the table. Camilla was particular. Stylus always on the right hand drawer, bottle of water always on the coaster to her left, eyeglasses always on the bedside table, card paper always straight ahead against the windowsill. It was too painful to break free from the routine, too stressful, too different. It was easier to just go with the flow. They'd briefly considered getting a service dog for her, and Camilla had perked up at the idea of it, but ultimately in a heart-wrenching moment of ultimate sacrifice, she'd turned down the offer herself. In her crippled, unwell state, she'd never be able to take care of the dog. And the family didn't need two dependants to care for. She was lucky she lived in Belgium, she was reminded, at every doctor's appointment; no other country in the world was this accomodating to people with disabilities. Camilla always shrugged and responded with the same dry response; would've been luckier if she hadn't grown disabled in the first place. Breakfast was always marked by the dull vibration of the watch on her wrist. The stairs were always clear, the handrail was always clean and unobstructed, and it was routine to hear her descend to the living room, tapping the stair with every step, watching her assistance cane enter the room before she did. Breakfast was also always two pieces of toast, kept side by side, egg on one and guacamole on the other. Her body wouldn't accept much else. They'd start in silence, and eat in silence, and all that was left to comfort the girl was the weight of the cutlery in her hands. She would eat in silence too, feeling only the crunch of the food against her teeth in the silent, heavy atmosphere. It took years of trying to feel confident enough to leave the house. First it was simply staring out a window when she could struggle to it, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, then it moved to making her way onto the porch. The porch was not a constant; it usually took some fumbling before she could position herself into her usual spot, if it hadn't been moved entirely, and it took a few months of scrabbling for her family to take action and get her a heavy, immovable chair of concrete, and thereonout it was a breeze - always the same number of steps to the seat, always the same number of steps back. Sitting on the porch did nothing for her. The sun was warm, and the street was busy, so it was certainly more interesting than her dark, cold room, but there was nothing to hold her interest. No children running up the street, no birds chirping in trees, only the dull rumble and acrid stench of cars passing by and the occasional welcome wave of rain and the petrichor that arose after. She'd sit there with a book in hand, eyes and hands emptily glazing over the pages, her mind only vacantly retelling the stories she recalled from childhood over and over. Camilla wasn't stupid, she knew she drew odd gazes from her family when she sat aimlessly on the porch, but it didn't sting any less when her mother finally approached her one day; Camilla dreaded every step. And then, a touch on her shoulder. "Why do you sit out here?" "Gives me something to do." "But it doesn't do anything for someone like you..." Someone like me. Her hands clenched, her mothers hand held within her enclosed fist. They waited like that for a long, pained moment. Her mother opened her hand again and traced out the words in her palm. "Let's get back inside." Yes. Let's. God, she hated being blind and deaf.

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Earth: Part II

Mathis de Wit. This chapter truly deserved to be named, based on and centred around him. All places were quiet to Cam, but the library especially had a comfort in the air, a mutual understanding that everyone participated in the same, mute world, and not just her. It was a place devoid of the hum of the passage of time from everybody else's life, a single moment suspended for all that sat within. Cam had been informed that they might have a few books in Braille, so off she'd set, dark glasses on to protect her eyes and white assistance cane tapping the floor before her. The roads were cobbled with the raised tactile flooring, and she clung tight to her mothers' arm, who had offered to escort her there for the first time. They might not, she'd explained through whispered words against her daughters' fingers on her lips, agree to communicate in the same way, by way of reading their lips via touch, so it might be better for her to do the talking and explain the situation. Right. The Situation. It was difficult to not be bitter about The Situation, but the thought of having to expand past her usual routine weighed the girl down with a dull heaviness, one that fought against any indignation rising within and quelled the deep discomfort that clawed at her heart. Cam was tired, and she wasn't certain if this change of scenery was really what was best for her, but her parents and doctors seemed convinced, so off they'd go, with the cripple in tow. She clutched at a card in her hand, one that said her name, address and her parents' phone numbers in both Braille and the written word, she was told. She believed them; she could smell the ink on the paper. Her mother pushed the door open, and Camilla awkwardly, blindly reached out her hand for the doorknob at they passed. Well oiled and unresisting despite the rains, the floors gave way slightly under her footsteps and then sprang back, and she could feel the groan in the wood as they walked over to the counter. She could feel the hum of conversation through her mother's arm, and the scent of old paper and leather surrounded them. She felt her hand being opened, and her mother signed into it: "They will make you a member. You can visit any time. They will show you the Braille section." And she felt a weight in her hand - an oblong cylinder that was smooth and cold to the touch. A pen, tied to the table by way of the slight resistance it provided in her palm; her mother guided her hand to rest on the paper, and she scrawled an awkward signature, hopefully within the lines. She'd been told she never made any outward gestures when she felt awkward or uncomfortable; looked like those were skills privy to only the sighted people, but she supposed there were certain benefits to being stone faced all the time. There weren't nearly as many gazes on her in the library as there were in any other place - whether that was because people were immersed in their own activities or the braille section was always vacant, Camilla didn't really know. Occassionally she'd feel the dull tremors of somebody's footsteps, an adult man, but they were meek and soft, and he never bothered her - atleast not that she knew of. She hoped he hadn't been asking her any questions; she certainly couldn't hear them! Days passed bleakly, always the same - her circle of friends consisted of the doctors she'd grown familiar with, and her parents, and the world seemed more cold and distant than ever. Some days she'd wake up with a wet cough, and she knew the warm liquid she felt on her fingers was nothing good. Sometimes the doctors would try to entertain her, give her tactile toys to play with, but there was nothing more infantiziling and demeaning than that. It was hard making toys for deaf-blind children anyways. There were only so many times she could reshuffle the same puzzle. They'd managed to make her a tactile cube, a R-U-B-I-K-S cube they called it, and it was entertaining for a while, but one day she fell asleep with it in her hands and woke up to a deep and foreign pain in her sides. It was likely the flailing about in the dark that brought her parents running, but not before she felt her arms catch every wire on her bedside table and the thud of several objects hitting the floor, showering her skin with flecks of searing heat. They took it away after that, 'the cheap plastic cut you' they said, but she knew that the world was never meant for those who could not so much as run away from danger. The seasons slowly changed, and so did change tiptoe into her life. A series of quiet footsteps approaching her, meek and shy as always, and a note slipped under her hands. She started, but fumbled for the paper anyways, feeling the familiar bumps underneath her fingers. Was there someone else in the library who knew how to write Braille? Heart thumping, she raced through the words. "My name is Mathis de Wit. What is your name?" A long pause, as she felt the wood beside her creak with shifting weight, and she reached to her side for her stylus and card paper. Camilla had distant memories of being a young child, struggling against the onset of the disease that set upon her, but still a child that laughed and smiled the same as any other. With reckless abandon, with complete and utter surrender. There hadn't been much to smile about lately, and sometimes she'd feel her taut, tense muscles in her face with her probing fingers, feeling the difference between her skin and her parents', old though they were, hers was a visage far more sunken and hollow. So it was with a halting hesitation that Camilla twitched and puppeteered her face into what she hoped to be an acceptable smile and handed him her response - she had no way to gauge his response, but she could have sworn, she wasn't the only one smiling in that room. Change had blossomed a dim light in her life, an event that she began to look forward to each day, exchanging notes with Mathis like she'd read of in her books, conversing without words and listening to the silence. He seemed to be around almost as long as she stayed in the library, and she learnt that he worked there. He even began to sign into her palms the way her mother did, and once allowed her to feel his words as he spoke against her hand. There was a gentleness in his demeanour that had once irritated her, but it was a gentleness nonetheless that she detected in his every step, in his signs, in his nudges against her shoulder, even in the way he stamped his letters into the card paper - it was none of the pity and concern that hung around her from all angles like a miasma of ire, but a simple, humble way of life. So naturally, when Mathis failed to meet her in the library for three days in a row, Cam took it upon herself to play detective. There was a dull fire within that worried for his safety - what a novel feeling, to be concerned rather than be of concern! - and his gentle nature that was nigh exploitable. Probably tried to look at a puppy in someone's van and got kidnapped that way. Or walked into the river while looking at butterflies and got swept away. Or kept his door unlocked again and got broken into and murdered. That fool, how could you be sighted and still be so... so blind?! But she owed it to him to try anyways. So when she 'heard' that last he'd been seen stuffing his backpack with a strange book and getting ready to sprint in the rain (slipped and hit his head on the pavement? Surely someone would have spotted him on the road then?) off she went, white assistance cane in hand. Two hundred and fifty three steps off the main road was the entrance to Mathis' apartment, Camilla had counted every last one under her breath, and finally felt the dull thud of her cane switch from concrete to the indignant resistance of a doormat. It took some guesswork, but she located the doorbell and pressed on it with all her strength, feeling the buzzer vibrate under her thumb for a long 20 seconds before releasing. Better ring it a few more times just to be sure, who knew if it even worked or not! But after an indetereminate period of time, when it became clear that nobody was answering the door (or worse? Someone had answered it and was just standing there staring at her?!?!) her mind turned to slightly less legal activities. She knelt, feeling about blindly and recoiling at the first feel of the doormat - it was a nasty, prickly one, leave it to Mathis to have awful taste in mats, and she fumbled underneath it for the key she knew would be there. Her cane slipped from her hand and she could feel it clatter once, twice before rolling silently, and it took a little more uncoordinated fumbling to find it and hoist herself to a standing position, already out of breath. She missed the keyhole six times before finally finding it, and let herself in. The door creaked. She couldn't hear it, but she felt it in the resistance from the hinges, and it definitely didn't open very wide either, as it hit something halfway through and stopped. Cursing under her breath, Cam carefully shuffled in, probing with her cane, and closed the door after her, feeling around uncertainly for what had obstructed the d-- her cane resoundingly, teeth-chatteringly collided against the metal leg of the side table that was stuck too close to the door. Horrific. Shaking off the nerves, she mutely continued through the house, hoping the ruckus she was no doubt creating was enough to draw out both friend or foe, whatever lurked within. Her cane struck the leg of another table, one that was inches from doing her kneecaps in, and she bent over to clumsily run her hands over it, wincing as she felt her wrist knock over something and then the sharp scent of coffee in the air. Well then. Oops. After a harrowing experience of trying and failing to avoid the spilled puddle of coffee, Cam squelched her way further into the house, feet curled up from the abject horror of having to be mildly moist from the coffee and began fervently patting down the house, growing more and more frantic in her discovery of the utterly empty house. Where was he, in the middle of the day? Her fingers traced the mussed up sheets on the bed, following the untidy grooves without disturbing them, and then began a search of the couch instead. There was nothing here, nothing of note at all; loads of books, as you'd except of someone who worked at a library, the smell of ink and paper and... nothing. Even Mathis himself had a scent, a presence, and that was starkly missing from the house. She'd had to rely on guestimation, picking up the dampest book she laid her hands on (something about rain on the day she'd last seen him?) and made her way home, requiring her mother to spell out the name of the book on her hands. "Prisma the Light". She'd been duly surprised to see a regular book - one meant for sighted people - in her hands, but didn't seem as surprised to hear that Mathis had "lent" it to her. Her curiosity was sated, but Camilla's wasn't. She wasn't even sure if this was the right book, but she had time, she could start with this one. She needed to know what this book said. Her quest to find an edition in Braille had only just begun.

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Novel: Part II

"I think I like this little life," Camilla thought to herself, idly twirling her new tail around herself, watching the birds flutter past her window. Was this what they meant all along about having your perseverance rewarded? Camilla - Shion now - could wake up every day to see the sun shine, to hear the crickets sing, to hear the gush of water and to speak freely to all those around her. It had been bizarre when she'd first awoken; so overwhelmed was she by the sheer amount of sensory input that she'd been paralyzed for hours, trying to make sense of it all as sensations, memories, feelings, thoughts flooded into her brain, making her feel the most alive she'd felt in, well, ever. Was this all a fever dream? Was this a figment of her imagination, or perhaps trapped in her own brain as her real body lay spasming and dying in the real world? The last thing she remembered was being at home, on her bed, finishing up the final page of Prisma the Light; if she were in danger, she certainly hoped her family would find her before it was too late. As it stood, she had been hanging on to each word she 'read' for dear life, going over the letters very very slowly, spelling out the words mutely in her head, 'heed my call... see you on the other side'. It seemed absurd, foolish even, to think that this could be real, that this was what had happened to Mathis, that he was in here somewhere, in this fanciful new world. The Irae family was barely mentioned in the books, only known for being a powerful family who served as the right hand men to the Demon Lord; and she had to admit, if this really was just a flight of fancy, it certainly came with a lot of benefits! She had it all, money, power, fame, opulence, even magic, if the light dancing at her fingertips was any indication. It almost frightened her, just how much she had now; where Camilla was poor, deprived, shackled, Shion was rich, dazzling, free; dizzying to think about what she could do with it all, quailing to think about what she'd do to keep it safe forever. For now - she twirled to her feet, stationing herself in her favourite spot - in front of the mirror! And picked up her powder puff, happily trying a new colour of blush on her cheeks. So that's what they called red, uhuh.

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Backstory
CS

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Xiaoyu

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Ray

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Ba'al

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Relationships
01

Skills

Keen senses

As someone who had to learn to do without for the most part of her life, Camilla has an exceptional sense of observation. She can recognize people and even their moods from their footsteps, is more perceptive to small changes in the room than most, and is often quick to catch unusual details in things that are auditory or visuals, both from a lifetime of honing as well as a newfound curiosity. She can also sense minute differences in the weights of items, such as being able to tell if a pen is running low on ink, or if a paper is complete or has a tiny tear somewhere. Her sense of touch is unrivalled, and she can differentiate between several different kinds of currency notes, leaves and materials by touch alone. She also has a keen memory and sense of taste.

Braille and sign language

Something that is unique to Earth and her old life, as it seems people in Semonia do not make use of this language system.

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Combat Data

Dark Magic

Has an affinity and natural inclination towards using it, supplemented by her race and disposition. Shion was already an exceptional mage, but now owing to Camilla's experience in navigating blind spaces, her expertise in manipulating light and shadow has skyrocketed. Master of misdirection and manipulation.

Light magic

A learned magic from her lineage, and something Shion picked up with great gusto and enthusiasm. Camilla is fascinated by the many applications of light and how they may be perceived by others, and has learnt the delicate art of manipulating the element. She has also developed ways for this magic to be used against senses other than vision.

Illusion magic

The power of perception, in the palm of her hand. An expert at creating illusions that would fool the most seasoned of demons, at influencing their emotions and desires, at exploiting weaknesses and feeding them the lies they wish to consume. Shion is capable of altering memories and fabricating new ones, of convincing others of events that never occurred and altering their moods and sense of self. Can utterly trap her opponents in an unending kaleidoscope of endless memories and delusions, an illusory domain that is only six feet across in reality but is an eternal plain should you find yourself caught in there. In more mundane forms of use, she can create little images, holograms, sounds, smells and even some sensations, like the brush of wind over your goosebumps, or the uncanny feeling of being watched or being completely alone.

Perception

Her gifted stat, and the many ways she has discovered to weaponize her talents. Can alter the way people perceive her, inherently manipulating her way into their trust and desire, as well as convince them of the version of reality that suits her most. Similarly, she's immune to most forms of trickery and misdirection, and she'd likely be offended you try these shallow pranks in her presence. Can trap herself within an aforementioned domain if she finds herself threatened, and is impossible to perceive in this suspended state. No eye can see her, no voice can reach her, and no light nor sound can find her in her imprisoning cocoon.

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Equipment

A snack. Shion's favourite.

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Abilities
01

Preferences

Likes

Yapping, makeup, vanity and pampering herself, tasty food, music, time with Ba'al, flying, tricking Rei, money, pretty dresses, her long hair, being waited on and admired

Dislikes

Being pitied, underestimated or sympathized with, being told what to do, bitter food, medicines and herbs, fighting, any kind of exercise, the gap in power between her and Xiaoyu

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Notes

01.

Shion has a wonderfully outgoing personality, who isn't afraid to just get out there and try it. A stark contrast to the much more demure Camilla, and while she is more than happy to break out of her shell, Shion has certainly become more suspicious and wary, who prioritises keeping herself safe over everything else. She dislikes fighting and is constantly in fear of getting injured and losing her newfound freedom, and would prefer to be swallowed whole by her Prismatic domain rather than risk injury to life and limb.

02.

Shion had left Ragandris for internal and external reasons, and was on her quest to find Mathis, but got waylaid by the finer joys of life, and was slowly weaving a web of control in a large village when she was picked up by Xiaoyu and Ray. Unbeknownst to her, she had encountered Ba'al once before, fleetingly, but thought nothing of the big knucklehead.

03.

Shion comes from a wealthy and influential family, but had taken no riches with her when she'd left as she finds money easy to earn. She has several siblings and cousins, who are all locked in a power struggle in the hierarchy of the family, and she finds it amusing and even participates sometimes. Travelling with Yu and Ray is entertaining as it is informative, and she's always scheming about what new power and authority she can bring back with her to Ragandris.

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Quotes

"Are those ears just for decoration?" “You get those eyes for Christmas, mate? What are you looking at?" “Were you trying to sound stupid or does it just come naturally?" “Well you're just plain, and there's nothing wrong with that!” TBA

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Extras

Code by Nano

Nessi · Jul 18, 2024

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Basics:
Novel

Name

Liera Worsh

Gender

Male (he/him)

Age

27

Species

Human

Home Kingdom

Hortensia Harbor

Social Status

Commoner

Gifted Stat

Wisdom & Resolve

Basics:
Earth

Name

Walt Reed

Gender

Male (he/him)

Age

29

Country of Origin

United States

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Appearance

Prior to being sent into the world of Prisma of Light, Walt's appearance was nothing to be amazed at. Sure, he was tall, but that's all he had going for him. He was lanky, seemingly never being able to gain weight or properly fit his clothes no matter how hard he tried. His skin was on the pale side, and his eyes had a certain "dead" look to them, like the man behind them was all gone. Upon arriving in Prisma of Light, Liera's body proved an unexpected change that felt like something of a blessing. What was lost in height, was more than made up for in a strong, capable body that was able to do much more than he could have done back at earth. But the most noticeable change, were eyes that had more life than the life beforehand, maybe not a lot, but still enough to notice.

Dark Blue

Orange

5'8 ft

Fc: Felix (Mortal Savant)

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Personality

Liera is a hard worker, reliable, and will rarely give up even if the odds are stacked up against him. He has strong morals, believing that no matter what, the truth will always come to light, and justice will prevail. If Liera says he'll do something, he will move mountains to get it done, and he won't change this aspect of himself for nobody. But he isn't a robot, Liera isn't opposed to friendly banter, and is always up for good conversation when the time permits it. However, it is these same qualities that some come to like, that can make people hate him. Once he's set his mind on things, getting him to change his course of action can be extremely difficult, and it would take a someone extremely close to Liera to get him to get him to back down.

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Basics
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Earth

Walt remembered when he was a kid, how his face would be glued to the tv screen within the confines of the small apartment he lived in , watching batman beat up criminals, and deliver justice too criminals. He loved every moment of it, but most of all, he loved the detective work batman would do, following the trail of breadcrumbs until it lead him right to the villian. With the cape'd crusader as his role model, Walt told himself that he would become a detective, and serving out justice just like batman would, only he'd be serving the streets of new york city, and not the streets of gotham. And then his whole world flipped, suddenly it was Walt who was the victim, rather than a fictional cartoon character. Walt's father would be reported dead, his body found in an abandoned building with a hole in his head, and a gun firmly gripped in his left hand. The tragedy broke Walt and his mother, but what was worse was the police response. An investigation was launched, but after about a week the case was deemed a suicide, and the case was dropped shortly after. But Walt's father wasn't suicidal, hell he wasn't even left handed. He had a decent job, and loved his family more than anything, he wasn't the type of person to suddenly up and leave his family. And they wouldn't ever get an answer as to what happened, but for Walt, the death of his father became the fuel that would drive him further towards the path of following his dream of becoming a detective, not for the selfish reasons of wanting to be a super hero, but to make sure that no matter what it was, Victims would never be left to wonder exactly what happened to their loved ones. The moment Walt was old enough, he signed up to join the NYPD, and went through all the necessary hoops required to become a detective. He had achieved his goal of becoming a detective, but now came the hard part of achieving his long term goal of putting criminals in prison, and bringing closure to families. Life as a detective, especially in a place like New York City, was hard. It was case after case, most of the time multiple cases at once, with no rest in-between. But Walt loved his job, and even if it took weeks to finally get to a perpetrator, the result was always what kept him going, whether it be the smiling face of a family being told that the one who burned their establishment was caught, or a serial killer being given the maximum sentience. This would go on for years, and still, that same passion, though now much more calm and not as fiery, still brought joy in Walt's life. Though he never said it out loud, he felt like he has satisfied the wishes, he became someone that kid watching batman. And it wasn't because he solved every case, because that wasn't true, there were times that there simply wasn't anything that could be done. What made him feel this way was no matter what, no matter how bleak something looked or how many people told him to let it go, Walt would push forward, and wouldn't give up until all options had been exhausted. When Walt received his copy of Prisma of Light, it had been a birthday gift from a co-worker, who told him that he needed to read something other than a case file for once. It made him chuckle, but upon arriving home, Walt decided that he'd give the book a try, after all it wouldn't be bad to read something a little more fantastical for a change, what's the worse that could happen? Walt settled in bed, and procured his reading glasses, before cracking open Prisma of light to see just what kind of story he would be thrown into. Of course, he didn't expect to literally be thrown into the story.

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Novel: Part I

The name Liera Worsh never formally appeared within the pages of Prisma of Light, however that does not mean that his presence was not mentioned at least once. He was better known simply as "Bandit Killer", a mercenary known primarily to be hired to escort during travels, protecting from not just monsters, but particularly any bandits who wish to do harm. While Airships were an option of travel, not everyone could afford such a thing, meaning the old fashion way would have to be the way to go. His presence alone made anyone with sense think twice as to if they wanted to wish crossing blades with him, and it wasn't because he was that powerful. Sure, the infamous Bandit Killer was a skilled swordmen and competent magic user, but he was far from the strongest. What brought fear was the fact that no matter what you threw at him, he would continue forward, even if his bones broke, arrows riddled his body, magic scorched him, he wouldn't stop, until they were dead. When Walt first came to in Liera's body, he was surrounded by at least a dozen corpses, drenched in blood, a good portion of it not being his. Due to his former life, the sight of bodies never scared him, but this was the first time in which he instinctively knew that those bodies were of his own doing. This was the first time that he had taken the life of another human, even if it technically wasn't his fault. "E-excuse me Bandit Killer...Thank you for defending us against those, scoundrels." An older voice nervously said. Liera whipped around to find an older lady standing next to a carriage, her face wracked with worry. With the memories that were inherited, Liera knew who she was, her name was Hana, and he accepted the job despite the pay being low solely out of pity, not wanting to let a woman of her age try to travel by herself. Hana provided Liera a healing potion, and helped him dress all of his wounds. He sat still during the process, going through his inherited memories as if they were a case file from his last life. From what he could tell, he had been transported into the book, into the world of Prisma of Light, as someone who had already been born into the world. With his wounds tended too, the pair started to move once more to their destination, with Liera praying that he didn't have to fight any more bandits for the duration of the trip.

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Novel: Part II

After sucessfully escorting Hana to her destination, Liera was given the chance to reflect on the kind of person he was prior to having entered this body. What he quickly came to realize was that Liera was someone who was similar to Walt, having had something taken away from them at a young age. Only while Walt only lost his father, Liera lost everything. His parents, siblings, even his grandmother, all killed by bandits trying to score a quick buck on a traveling family. Liera survived by luck alone, hiding under the corpse of his father, but since that day, he vowed that he'd never let someone go through something like what he did. But while the goal was noble, how Liera went about doing this was not. Liera didn't ever spar anyone trying to ambush his client, and he wouldn't let them simply flee. It didn't matter if they were a man or woman, old or young, he'd cut them down ruthlessly, going far beyond the mere protection of his client. It didn't matter if they had ties to the ones who had harmed his family, they were all the same to him, and he'd execute them all without hesitation. This didn't sit right with him now that Walt had the reigns. It was one thing to protect, but to butcher, as if only he alone decides who gets to live and who gets to die, to spend an entire life dedicated to this one act. It wasn't living, it was just...anger, constant and unyielding. So Liera decided to he would no longer be a slave to the rage within him, instead he'd walk a better life, or at least one not stained by vengeance. He decided that he would spend the next 5 years exploring the world, while honing his skills with the blades that he carried on his back, with the hope that one day, he'll draw them with the intention of protecting something precious to him.

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Backstory
CS

TBD

TTBD

TBD

TBD

TBD

TBD

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Relationships
01

Skills

Excellent detective

While it's been a long time since he's been apart of a proper investigation, the skills needed to solve a crime have proven to be useful in other ways, primarily with information collection, or noticing subtle details that the average person may miss.

Weapon maintenance

Having spent the majority of his journey alone, Liera was forced to learn how to keep his weapons in tip top shape.

Cooking

Surprisingly, out of all the skills Liera has picked up over the years being an adventurer, cooking was the one that brought him the most joy. There was something about making a nice meal over a camp fire that calmed his heart.

Meditation

A way to allow Liera to practice his mana flow, by focusing on his breathing, and passing his mana through a medium.

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Combat Data

Thunder Band

The strongest, and most important item that Liera keeps on him at all times, a mana tool known as the thunder band. It is a silver bracelet that produces lightning upon having mana funneled into it. This lightning can then be used to empower physical attacks, dealing a massive amount off damage at the cost of a massive amount of mana.

Water & Fire magic

Liera isn't the strongest magic caster by a longshot, he knows this, but it dosen't stop him from utilizing magic as best as he can. He uses his swords as a medium to launch out a wide range of offensive spells to help defend against those who would try to attack him from a range. His method is a little strange, and absolutely not efficient, but it's what works for him.

Swordplay

Liera carries around 4 katanas, and a multitude of ways to wield them, whether it be with just one sword, dual wielding, or even 3 swords at once (He's never tried it, but saw it on tv once and would love to try it).

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Equipment

Thunder Band

Healing Potions: For when the going gets tough, and Liera needs a little pick me up.

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Abilities
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Preferences

Likes

Outdoors, adventuring, savory food, smoking, poetry.

Dislikes

Idle hands, confined spaces, pranksters, bandits, sweets, being around people for too long (that social battery is only so large).

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Notes

01.

Voice Claim: Shūichi Ikeda

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Drinking used to be a common activity for Liera, however since coming into Prisma of Light, he hasn't truly had much to drink due to hating the alcohol commonly served.

03.

Despite having long given up the title of "Bandit Killer", many still refer to him by it, though he doesn't mind much at all.

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Quotes

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Extras

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Worthlessplebian

Worthless pleb

Dawnsx

Majestic Dinosaur

Beann

The Bean

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procrastination symphony

Dovinique

a fishy little sushi

CasualTea

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OldTurtle

Shells Are Nice

Lucem

Ten Thousand Club

Zenritch

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Bloody_Death

The Ultimate Cookie Muncher

Fluff

Professional procrastinator

Nessi

slut for slushies

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