This Roleplay takes place in the world of Nuvas. Nuvas is a world where magic and monsters are, and always will be, very familiar and very real concepts. The magical essence seems to come from two different sources - the monuments that dot the landscape, and the core of the planet itself. These monuments are carved from quartz, and adorned with rare, magical stones. It's very common to see aspiring mages training and honing their magic near these monuments, as monuments are essentially capsules filled with an infinite storage of magical energy. Not everybody has magic, but most people do.
Nuvas is a very harsh, hostile world naturally, and these monuments are the only things keeping the magical energies from swirling out of control. When a monument is neutralized or destroyed, the magical energies trapped within are released onto the surrounding area, creating a very serious threat to anything in the surrounding area.
The cities on Nuvas are usually incredibly large - sprawling metropolises that stretch farther than any eye can see, and technology is incredibly futuristic. The capital city of the continent this roleplay takes place on is called Adrian City, and the continent is called Reunas.
The world is pretty well-defended from threats, as there are many groups that will take on any threat to civilization. There are countless freelance mercenaries that will do most anything for a client if the pay's good enough. There are innumerable adventuring groups that take on jobs for those who require their services, be it monster hunting or mundane tasks such as construction work or night patrol. and that's just civilian threat management - military threat management is no foreign concept either. Threat elimination units are elite, armed-to-the-teeth soldiers specifically trained for handling catastrophes.
Recently however, a strange magical anomaly has been detected in the exact location of a monument, and the anomaly appears to be slowly expanding from the source. Nobody knows what's happening, but there's some speculation among the masses that the monument causing the anomaly may have been destroyed by something or someone. The facts, however, have not been discerned. All civilians, trained or not, have been advised to stay clear of that monument.
Rules:
1: Obey all rules of the forums.
2: Swearing is allowed, but no excessive swearing Try to keep it tame.
3: No god-modding, meta-gaming, power-playing, etc.
4: If there is an argument, either keep it civil or go to PMs. If you cannot resolve an RP-related argument, I will hear both sides of the story and decide accordingly. I will make the final decision when it comes to applications, arguments and other issues.
5: Romance is allowed, but keep it tame.
6: I want at least proper posts. I want no one-liners in my roleplay. At least a paragraph in each post is optimal.
7: I want you to provide at least a fair amount of detail, and be creative.
8: I want proper grammar, punctuation and spelling.
9: If you wish to be a moderator on the roleplay, you come to me and me only. If I know you, I will take into account your past moderating and roleplaying skills, and judge fairly. If I don't know you, I'll need to see how you do as a roleplayer before giving you such. Abuse of moderator authority will result in the revoking of the moderator title, and all authority it grants.
10: Have some fun!
Monuments
Monuments are towering statues that dot Nuvas' landscape, and have been there since time immemorial. They all look different, but you'd be able to know if you saw a monument. These massive statues were carved out of quartz, and all of them have three red gemstones embedded in them. Nobody knows who actually made them, or why they do what they do, but they have the ability to seal an infinite amount of magical energy within them so long as both the red stones and the statues are intact and united. Otherwise, the statue's effect is dampened, and magical energy starts gushing out of the areas in the statue where the red stones were.
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Spellstones
The stones themselves, commonly referred to as Spellstones, basically act like a cork. They are designed to plug up the areas where the energy could seep out of, and they absorb any magical energy that would escape from the statue. They are nearly impossible to remove from the monument, but it has been done before. When it does happen, the results are disastrous. Touching a Spellstone that is currently in a monument is highly ill-advised, as most of the time it's holding far too much magical energy for a human to take. Nobody actually knows what Spellstones are made of or how they do what they do, but everyone knows that they are very effective at doing what they do.
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Quartz
Quartz is a very colorful stone that radiates several different colors. Quartz is very hard to break, and it makes a very effective magical container. Even without their Spellstones, a monument made out of quartz can still store an absolutely staggering amount of magical energy, but not infinite. Many people use quartz to power their everyday lives, as it's the most plentiful, powerful and clean source of energy and fuel that's been discovered to this day. Quartz miners get paid incredibly well.
For every magic caster, there's usually a particular kind of magic they practice. There are those all-around spellcasters here and there, but they're few and far between. Here you'll find what you need to know about the different kinds of spellcasters, and remember that all classes have their pros and cons.
Elemental: This classification of mage focuses particularly on manipulating the elements - earth, water, wind, and fire. Most Elementalists stick to one or two of these, but there have been many bold mages that have managed to master all four. These are the most common spellcasters, but there are many others, too.
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Battle Mage: These mages, usually the more brutish and rough types, study this type of magic, which allows them to conjure weapons, heighten their senses, increase adrenaline output and reflexes, and do more damage with their attacks. However, they are pretty helpless when it comes to dealing with enemies outside their range.
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Astral Mage: This somewhat rare classification of spellcaster is capable of bending the power of light and shadow to their will. It is noted that their light magic skill is significantly dampened if the sun is not casting light on the caster. Shadow magic is significantly weakened if there IS sunlight being cast on the user, so it's important to study both.
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Medic: These kinds of spellcasters, usually the shy, frail types, use their magic to heal allies, expel poisons, and the like. They cannot use their magic to attack, and medics have to resort to other methods if they wish to fight off an attacker.
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Alchemist: These clever and deft mages devote their existence and magical prowess to chemistry - the creation of potions, poisons, tonics, medicinal remedies, and other various chemical substances. They are, unsurprisingly, prone to explosions due to their line of work.
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Warlock: Warlocks utilize their magic in terrifying ways - they are practicers of the dark arts. Hexes, curses, necromancy, divination and other such spells are what these spellcasters dedicate themselves to. Generally, other mages look down on them, some even going as far as openly shunning them. Warlocks are required to dedicate themselves entirely to the dark arts, so they are unable to use other kinds of magic.
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Thaumaturge: This magic caster is, by far, one of the most fascinating. They draw their abilities from magic itself. They are capable of manipulating magical energy in it's purest form, drawing it into the soul and using it to make magic. Manipulating this pure energy takes all of one's dedication, so these mages can't become Adepts.
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Adept: These mages decide to go a different route than most, and study two different schools of magic. They manipulate both of their arts quite effectively, but their magic isn't quite as strong as the pure mages, and are unable to practice dark arts or thaumaturgy.
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Description: (Appearance, clothing and such. Images are fine if you want to.)
Personality:
Class: (Your character's magical classification.)
Bio: (What happened to them in the past? What's their story?)
Occupation: (What job do they have, if any?)
Magical schools: (Adept only: What magical classes are you? Up to two.)
Other: (Any recommendations? Perhaps something you'd like to have changed or added? This is entirely optional)
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Name: Aithale Avanis
Gender: male
Age: 23
Description: He stands at about 1'8" (or 20 inches) tall. His feathers are an oddly shiny black color, with his talons and beak being more of a sooty, dark grey, instead. He, being as small as he is, is basically incapable of wearing clothes, save for his pendant, which holds a small, perfectly clear quartz crystal in the center of its emblem, which depicts some sort of phoenix. While his eyes may look pitch black from a distance, they are actually brown, save for the pupil, of course. Oh, did I mention that he's a crow? 'cause that's kind of important.
Personality: ((may I suggest removing this section? It's never used, and nobody ever follows what they type in here, anyways.))
Class: Adept
Bio: For the first couple of years of his life, Aithale was just an ordinary crow, a flying pest to mots humans. This all changed when he flew into a trap set up by a local wizard (thaumaturge, to be more precise), one which involved a cob of corn, some sort of magical cage, and a string. After that, he was actually given his name, which apparently meant 'soot' in some old language, by his master, Aegis Avanis, and was trained to help him out with various tasks. These tasks started out as simple, and menial, such as 'fecth me a small gear' or 'go get the wand', and, of course, Aithale would do as directed. Not because he was under some sort of spell, or anything, but because the odd old man intrigued him, and interested him.
After several years of this, and several years of apparently failed experiments, Aegis went blind, and had to rely of Aithale to literally be his eyes. Thankfully, Aegis had since taught Aithale to speak simple phrases, and, of course, Aithale would use these phrases to the best of his ability, and Aegis simply had to trust the bird. From this, Aithale had noticed that the other humans seemed to either dsepise Aegis, or adore him... which was weird, given that Aegis didn't look anything like what humans would call 'beautiful', with his huge, grey tuft of hair on his chin, missing teeth, yellowed teeth, and occasional splotches of food everywhere on his face, he didn't even look attractive to Aithale, and yet, some of the humans were crazy enough to actually like him. Aithale, through some aid of Aegis' magic, was eventually able to understand the human language, well, a little bit, due to his brain having a more limited capacity, however, this spell also seemed to increase Aithale's lifespan, which he didn't mind one bit. After that, Aegis started to lose his mind, and would never go outside. He was constantly thinking about something, and went back to telling Aithale to 'fetch this' or 'get me that'... apparently, Aegis found some sort of answer to something, but he never told anyone, not even Aithale, what that was.
It was an ordinary day, though, Aegis seemed particularly weak, and frail for some reason. He only asked Aithale to fetch an old pendant that Aegis had been given some time ago. "This is the day, Aithale... I've finally done it, and that pendant holds the secret..." Aegis had said. With this, Aithale knew that he couldn't waste any time in getting the pendant, and he knew exactly where it was... well, mainly because he hid it from Aegis a couple weeks back for not giving him his treat, which he deserved at that time. When Aithale came back with the pendant, Aegis started chanting some odd spell, channeling it through the pendant, and, when it was over, Aithale's mind was greatly expanded. He finally fully understood the human language, as well as some simple concepts of magic. That, and... well, instead of his simple phrases, he was finally able to fully talk. "Aegis, thank you! I can finally understand, and I can finally be that apprentice you've always wanted." Aithale said, finally knowing what he was saying, however... Aegis didn't respond. In fact, he didn't do anything, except fall over like a sack of potatoes. That spell had killed Aegis... but, Aithale wasn't going to let this take over whatever litle life he had left, and decided to take his last name, and perhaps become one of the greatest wizards known to man... that is, until he found out about the anomalty, then he secretly made it his mission to figure out what was causing that... not that he was able to get anywhere near it.
Occupation: No Job... though, he is currently studying elemental and astral magic... so, student?
Magical schools: Elemental (fire / wind) and Astral
Other: Well... other than the whole 'personality' thing, maybe you could make quartz more breakable? It's only about average in strength in real life. Of course, you could come up with the excuse that the monuments were enchanted to be unbreakable all that time ago.
Name: Aithale Avanis
Gender: male
Age: 23
Description: He stands at about 1'8" (or 20 inches) tall. His feathers are an oddly shiny black color, with his talons and beak being more of a sooty, dark grey, instead. He, being as small as he is, is basically incapable of wearing clothes, save for his pendant, which holds a small, perfectly clear quartz crystal in the center of its emblem, which depicts some sort of phoenix. While his eyes may look pitch black from a distance, they are actually brown, save for the pupil, of course. Oh, did I mention that he's a crow? 'cause that's kind of important. Personality: ((may I suggest removing this section? It's never used, and nobody ever follows what they type in here, anyways.))
Class: Adept
Bio: For the first couple of years of his life, Aithale was just an ordinary crow, a flying pest to mots humans. This all changed when he flew into a trap set up by a local wizard (thaumaturge, to be more precise), one which involved a cob of corn, some sort of magical cage, and a string. After that, he was actually given his name, which apparently meant 'soot' in some old language, by his master, Aegis Avanis, and was trained to help him out with various tasks. These tasks started out as simple, and menial, such as 'fecth me a small gear' or 'go get the wand', and, of course, Aithale would do as directed. Not because he was under some sort of spell, or anything, but because the odd old man intrigued him, and interested him.
After several years of this, and several years of apparently failed experiments, Aegis went blind, and had to rely of Aithale to literally be his eyes. Thankfully, Aegis had since taught Aithale to speak simple phrases, and, of course, Aithale would use these phrases to the best of his ability, and Aegis simply had to trust the bird. From this, Aithale had noticed that the other humans seemed to either dsepise Aegis, or adore him... which was weird, given that Aegis didn't look anything like what humans would call 'beautiful', with his huge, grey tuft of hair on his chin, missing teeth, yellowed teeth, and occasional splotches of food everywhere on his face, he didn't even look attractive to Aithale, and yet, some of the humans were crazy enough to actually like him. Aithale, through some aid of Aegis' magic, was eventually able to understand the human language, well, a little bit, due to his brain having a more limited capacity, however, this spell also seemed to increase Aithale's lifespan, which he didn't mind one bit. After that, Aegis started to lose his mind, and would never go outside. He was constantly thinking about something, and went back to telling Aithale to 'fetch this' or 'get me that'... apparently, Aegis found some sort of answer to something, but he never told anyone, not even Aithale, what that was.
It was an ordinary day, though, Aegis seemed particularly weak, and frail for some reason. He only asked Aithale to fetch an old pendant that Aegis had been given some time ago. "This is the day, Aithale... I've finally done it, and that pendant holds the secret..." Aegis had said. With this, Aithale knew that he couldn't waste any time in getting the pendant, and he knew exactly where it was... well, mainly because he hid it from Aegis a couple weeks back for not giving him his treat, which he deserved at that time. When Aithale came back with the pendant, Aegis started chanting some odd spell, channeling it through the pendant, and, when it was over, Aithale's mind was greatly expanded. He finally fully understood the human language, as well as some simple concepts of magic. That, and... well, instead of his simple phrases, he was finally able to fully talk. "Aegis, thank you! I can finally understand, and I can finally be that apprentice you've always wanted." Aithale said, finally knowing what he was saying, however... Aegis didn't respond. In fact, he didn't do anything, except fall over like a sack of potatoes. That spell had killed Aegis... but, Aithale wasn't going to let this take over whatever litle life he had left, and decided to take his last name, and perhaps become one of the greatest wizards known to man... that is, until he found out about the anomalty, then he secretly made it his mission to figure out what was causing that... not that he was able to get anywhere near it.
Occupation: No Job... though, he is currently studying elemental and astral magic... so, student?
Magical schools: Elemental (fire / wind) and Astral
Other: Well... other than the whole 'personality' thing, maybe you could make quartz more breakable? It's only about average in strength in real life. Of course, you could come up with the excuse that the monuments were enchanted to be unbreakable all that time ago.
Accepted. Also, this quartz isn't quite like quartz in real life, but I could make it slightly more breakable. And I guess I could make personality optional.
Name:Luke Greenwall Gender: Male Age: 18 Description: (My Character looks Like my Profile pic) Personality: Smart, Quick thinking and likes being on his own. Class: Alchemist Bio: For his life he was mostly Ignored as his parents were always working on something and he dident really have any friends. In school he decided he wanted to become an alchemist because of the funner side of it and seeing what a potion made from random magical elements will do. Unfortunately One day During the final year of his studies his parents died to a horrible explosion caused by a potion gone bad, And I Mean BAD. After that he realized that he wanted to become the best alchemist there ever was, so he started working twice as hard to get this goal. (soz but I'm terrible at Bios) Occupation: none
It's good enough, I guess - accepted.
Now to post my form.
Name: Ronin Ezekiel Gender: Male Age: 23
Description: Ronin is barely under 6 feet tall, at 5-foot-10, he has red hair that's usually swept off to the sides, and his eyes are brown. He wears a black trench coat that goes down to around his shins, which he usually keeps unbuttoned. He also wears a white long-sleeved shirt under his coat, black long jeans, and black boots that go up about halfway to his knees. He has a blackened, vaguely oval-shaped burn scar on his right cheek from a failed spell he cast several years ago, resulting in a huge fire that nearly took his life and scars his flesh to this day.
Personality: He's a rather trusting person, and easy to befriend. Hurting someone close to him tends to be a bad idea. He still keeps an appropriate level of caution at most times.
Class: Elemental (Fire and Wind)
Bio: Ronin lived a pretty normal life, for a spellcaster. He had normal, loving parents, he had a normal house, and went to a normal school. He never really had any childhood trauma, aside from one thing - when he was 15, he tried to cast a spell by combining use of his fire and wind magic. The spell went awry, and resulted in a huge fire that nearly took his life. He still bears a scar from it to this day, eight years later.
When he turned nineteen, he moved out of his parent's house to make his place in the world. He found work as an adventurer working for an elite adventuring guild called The Dying Star. There weren't as many members in this organization as there were in most, but they're one of the best threat management associations in Adrian City.
He slowly climbed through the ranks of the group, and he was recently promoted to the rank of Deputy Commander - meaning that he's the second-highest authority figure in the guild, next to Commander Dakota himself, the leader. Ronin wears the title of Deputy Commander with pride and responsibility. Occupation: Adventurer - The Dying Star
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((We'll start tomorrow if we don't get a couple more people.
As for your moderator request, I'm going to wait a little longer before appointing moderator positions. Also, please PM me if you're asking for moderator.))
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Name:Luke Greenwall Gender: Male Age: 18 Description: (My Character looks Like my Profile pic) Personality: Smart, Quick thinking and likes being on his own. Class: Alchemist Bio: For his life he was mostly Ignored as his parents were always working on something and he dident really have any friends. In school he decided he wanted to become an alchemist because of the funner side of it and seeing what a potion made from random magical elements will do. Unfortunately One day During the final year of his studies his parents died to a horrible explosion caused by a potion gone bad, And I Mean BAD. After that he realized that he wanted to become the best alchemist there ever was, so he started working twice as hard to get this goal. (soz but I'm terrible at Bios) Occupation: none
((Alright, how the heck did he get accepted?
Name: Solomon Beretta
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Description: Darkened skin, with numerous scar burns and regular scars running from shins to cheeks. His face is rather thin and seemingly cold at times. His hair is grey, although often covered with black dust and ash. His stature is rather short (about the average height of people), and is rather thin. His eyes are brown, but are covered with glasses that covers his eyes to the skin. Under his plated coat has a typical but padded cotton shirt, brown trousers, black boots covered with padding (underneath the lining), and a slung pouch of various filled flasks. Most of the time, it's slightly grey. His coat is heavily worn and the plates regularly replaced, however they still possess big scratches. White as it may be, it's often mistaken for grey from dust covering him. His coat has hidden pockets on the inside, filled with explosive and volatile chemicals. One is so volatile that it's secured, and is only used for starting fires.
Personality:
Class: Alchemist
Bio: One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch...and kablooie! Always fascinated by chemistry he was. As a young child, he'd often go outside and observe an alchemist bring a sick green man from the brink of death, or give a woman the tonic she needs to stay awake during the night. Everyday for 10 years he would crawl out of his window and observe the old alchemist give life to seemingly useless recipes.
One day, he wanted to test that theory out. After spending two nights on a piece of paper, he slipped it into the alchemist's letterbox. Recognising the child's handwriting, the alchemist went next-door to invite him to his workshop. He had to do it twice, seeing as the child was away on a trip for those two days. The alchemist explained to the parents on how skillfully he drew diagrams of chemicals and ingredients, the result being a complex medicine that would be able to revive a recently-deceased person. The child kept the diagram as refinments were to be made, and only he seemed to understand his own drawings.
A month later and he was the alchemist's apprentice. The child tried to test the refined recipe, but was swiftly denied by the alchemist, who warned him of how dangerous he made it. Unsure, he did it behind his back after removing some dangerous (not all) ingredients, chemicals and steps. Then, a table was split in half from the miniature explosion that had taken place. The child was swiftly disciplined and his diagram taken off him for a week.
Determined to make the diagram of possible revival, he began studying the ingredients, chemicals and steps vigorously, in a futile attempt to tap into his inner genius. Testing the backyard wasn't easy, especially when the alchemist, his parents and neighbours caught onto his activities, as well as the fact he often hesitated testing dangerous chemicals. At one point, the alchemist was forced to fire him for a month and give him medicine to support regrowth of his hand, then giving him a tonic to remove scales from his skin. Still determined, he began evenly spreading the ingredients out and figuring how they reacted to each other.
Eventually (after about a decade), he came across what would've been called potassium nitrate in our universe. Fiddling with it, he eventually came across gunpowder. The potion no longer worked without those ingredients, but the young man decided it was too dangerous - he didn't want corpses exploding, much less his tables and rooms doing so too. He wrote an article about why most potions exploded dangerously, almost setting off (excuse the pun) a revolution. Like most revolutionaries, his ideas were viewed with skepticism, before being debunked over why certain things exploded without those ingredients and chemicals. Perhaps he wasn't persistent or specific enough - they all contained potassium. It was the matter of checking every diagram for it as well. However, nobody wanted to help his crazy idea. Mainly because they didn't want to explode for the millionth time.
The years went by and he continued writing articles on why explosions took place, compiling them into a book. It wasn't very popular, but he was invited to be a teacher at a school. It wasn't the content of his articles that got him the job; it was the context. They praised his specific wording and clean sentences, although admittedly hesitating letting him in the job because of the content. He was viewed negatively by students and colleagues alike, most claiming he was mocking them after they suffered constant burns and the occasional lost limb as a result. Despite this, he teaches the controversial subject of explosions, the core definitions being potassium and other explosive chemicals. The fact they were easy to remember (in their universe at least), his classes were popular, but only because they had easy credits.
He was shortly hired by a company to demolish buildings. It would often take hours, even days just to get a powerful explosion to take out a supporting beam. His popularity rose slightly, people wanting him to knock down useless buildings and setting off spectacular displays of explosions.
Over the years, he had became deaf three times; lost four limbs, six fingers and toes, and an eye. A bit of scalp was removed, and even 20% of skin at one point. It didn't match up to his entire skin being replaced with scales, teeth sharpened, nails clawed etc., although that was quickly cured(?) with a relatively new tonic by the alchemist. Was more disturbing than thought, as Solomon tends to switch topics when pressured about it.
Occupation: Demolitions, although mainly a teacher Magical schools:
Other: Yes, try not to mind my app. I did it at... 12 am.
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Name: Solomon Beretta
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Description: Darkened skin, with numerous scar burns and regular scars running from shins to cheeks. His face is rather thin and seemingly cold at times. His hair is grey, although often covered with black dust and ash. His stature is rather short (about the average height of people), and is rather thin. His eyes are brown, but are covered with glasses that covers his eyes to the skin. Under his plated coat has a typical but padded cotton shirt, brown trousers, black boots covered with padding (underneath the lining), and a slung pouch of various filled flasks. Most of the time, it's slightly grey. His coat is heavily worn and the plates regularly replaced, however they still possess big scratches. White as it may be, it's often mistaken for grey from dust covering him. His coat has hidden pockets on the inside, filled with explosive and volatile chemicals. One is so volatile that it's secured, and is only used for starting fires.
Personality:
Class: Alchemist
Bio: One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch...and kablooie! Always fascinated by chemistry he was. As a young child, he'd often go outside and observe an alchemist bring a sick green man from the brink of death, or give a woman the tonic she needs to stay awake during the night. Everyday for 10 years he would crawl out of his window and observe the old alchemist give life to seemingly useless recipes.
One day, he wanted to test that theory out. After spending two nights on a piece of paper, he slipped it into the alchemist's letterbox. Recognising the child's handwriting, the alchemist went next-door to invite him to his workshop. He had to do it twice, seeing as the child was away on a trip for those two days. The alchemist explained to the parents on how skillfully he drew diagrams of chemicals and ingredients, the result being a complex medicine that would be able to revive a recently-deceased person. The child kept the diagram as refinments were to be made, and only he seemed to understand his own drawings.
A month later and he was the alchemist's apprentice. The child tried to test the refined recipe, but was swiftly denied by the alchemist, who warned him of how dangerous he made it. Unsure, he did it behind his back after removing some dangerous (not all) ingredients, chemicals and steps. Then, a table was split in half from the miniature explosion that had taken place. The child was swiftly disciplined and his diagram taken off him for a week.
Determined to make the diagram of possible revival, he began studying the ingredients, chemicals and steps vigorously, in a futile attempt to tap into his inner genius. Testing the backyard wasn't easy, especially when the alchemist, his parents and neighbours caught onto his activities, as well as the fact he often hesitated testing dangerous chemicals. At one point, the alchemist was forced to fire him for a month and give him medicine to support regrowth of his hand, then giving him a tonic to remove scales from his skin. Still determined, he began evenly spreading the ingredients out and figuring how they reacted to each other.
Eventually (after about a decade), he came across what would've been called potassium nitrate in our universe. Fiddling with it, he eventually came across gunpowder. The potion no longer worked without those ingredients, but the young man decided it was too dangerous - he didn't want corpses exploding, much less his tables and rooms doing so too. He wrote an article about why most potions exploded dangerously, almost setting off (excuse the pun) a revolution. Like most revolutionaries, his ideas were viewed with skepticism, before being debunked over why certain things exploded without those ingredients and chemicals. Perhaps he wasn't persistent or specific enough - they all contained potassium. It was the matter of checking every diagram for it as well. However, nobody wanted to help his crazy idea. Mainly because they didn't want to explode for the millionth time.
The years went by and he continued writing articles on why explosions took place, compiling them into a book. It wasn't very popular, but he was invited to be a teacher at a school. It wasn't the content of his articles that got him the job; it was the context. They praised his specific wording and clean sentences, although admittedly hesitating letting him in the job because of the content. He was viewed negatively by students and colleagues alike, most claiming he was mocking them after they suffered constant burns and the occasional lost limb as a result. Despite this, he teaches the controversial subject of explosions, the core definitions being potassium and other explosive chemicals. The fact they were easy to remember (in their universe at least), his classes were popular, but only because they had easy credits.
He was shortly hired by a company to demolish buildings. It would often take hours, even days just to get a powerful explosion to take out a supporting beam. His popularity rose slightly, people wanting him to knock down useless buildings and setting off spectacular displays of explosions.
Over the years, he had became deaf three times; lost four limbs, six fingers and toes, and an eye. A bit of scalp was removed, and even 20% of skin at one point. It didn't match up to his entire skin being replaced with scales, teeth sharpened, nails clawed etc., although that was quickly cured(?) with a relatively new tonic by the alchemist. Was more disturbing than thought, as Solomon tends to switch topics when pressured about it.
Occupation: Demolitions, although mainly a teacher Magical schools:
Other: Yes, try not to mind my app. I did it at... 12 am.
))
It's fine, Kabling - accepted.
And to be honest, I was seriously considering denying that guy's app. But eventually, I decided to accept it. I am not quite as strict as you and Lugia when it comes to apps. (which is why I'm slightly worried about making Lugia a mod). I tried the super-strict approached once - I was hated by half a forum community for quite a while. So now I choose not to be so strict. If Iceube proves to be a below-average roleplayer, THEN I'm gonna have a problem. But the form wasn't really anything to scowl at.
Also, we're going to be starting this roleplay later on tonight, as I'm going to a party tonight at 5:00, and I don't know how long it's gonna be.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
And to be honest, I was seriously considering denying that guy's app. But eventually, I decided to accept it. I am not quite as strict as you and Lugia when it comes to apps. (which is why I'm slightly worried about making Lugia a mod). I tried the super-strict approached once - I was hated by half a forum community for quite a while. So now I choose not to be so strict. If Iceube proves to be a below-average roleplayer, THEN I'm gonna have a problem. But the form wasn't really anything to scowl at.
Also, we're going to be starting this roleplay later on tonight, as I'm going to a party tonight at 5:00, and I don't know how long it's gonna be.
((Strangely, we weren't hated. I think we were pretty much half of the community (and even then, the hate of me flowed away quickly). Referring to MCF btw.
Kinda is, because you can tell a lot by an app. You've got your typical teenager here (18), thinking this is a fantasy high school RP here. He's also rather lazy in terms of appearance, preferring not to get something like Imgur to host his appearance at least. As he filled personality, that makes things more confusing as it'll be hard to tell if he'll RP it out. Seeing as he likes anime, I suspect he also likes Full Metal Alchemist (in case you don't get it, a bit of a Gary Stu here), explaining why his class is alchemist. His bio is extremely vague and short, further proving his laziness (despite what he says about the difficulty) and highlighting his potential in the RP. At the moment, we've got little creativity and a clear display on how he doesn't want to RP with big posts, instead going borderline acceptable. The fact he's got the weird background shows he's not familiar with such aspects such as Remove Format.
((Fair enough, Kabling. I guess you're right. I do need to be more strict than just accepting that app.
Icecube, Kabling has a point, I guess. I hate, HATE retracting an accepted app, but...
I'm not kicking you out of the roleplay - I'm saying that you'll need to be a bit more explanatory. Add detail. But if you don't want to, I won't force you - you don't have to be in this roleplay. I will say this, though - if you WANT to be in this roleplay, you need to add more.
I don't expect you to go as far as Lugia or Kabling did, but at LEAST as far as me.
Kabling, if you weren't hated, that's good. But it's BECAUSE you weren't hated that you don't understand my predicament. I WAS hated, so when I think back to what happened back then, it makes me afraid that people here are going to start hating me if I act all super-strict. Understand?
Also, a bit of an announcement - we won't be starting until at least tomorrow simply because today... I. AM. EXHAUSTED. I am so fatigued right now that I was barely able to write this post without spelling errors. Sorry about that not sure we'll be starting tomorrow either, because my mom has designated tomorrow as a cleaning day. A super cleaning day. Which is never pleasant. So yeah... anyway, I'll see you guys later.))
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Fair enough, Kabling. I guess you're right. I do need to be more strict than just accepting that app.
Icecube, Kabling has a point, I guess. I hate, HATE retracting an accepted app, but...
I'm not kicking you out of the roleplay - I'm saying that you'll need to be a bit more explanatory. Add detail. But if you don't want to, I won't force you - you don't have to be in this roleplay. I will say this, though - if you WANT to be in this roleplay, you need to add more.
I don't expect you to go as far as Lugia or Kabling did, but at LEAST as far as me.
Kabling, if you weren't hated, that's good. But it's BECAUSE you weren't hated that you don't understand my predicament. I WAS hated, so when I think back to what happened back then, it makes me afraid that people here are going to start hating me if I act all super-strict. Understand?
Also, a bit of an announcement - we won't be starting until at least tomorrow simply because today... I. AM. EXHAUSTED. I am so fatigued right now that I was barely able to write this post without spelling errors. Sorry about that not sure we'll be starting tomorrow either, because my mom has designated tomorrow as a cleaning day. A super cleaning day. Which is never pleasant. So yeah... anyway, I'll see you guys later.))
((Hold on. When I dig up past skeletons, it turns out I actually was hated. Pretty badly too - thing was, I didn't mind. It was just a 'job' or whatever.
Anyway, if you need me, I'll be moving houses soon.))
((All right, guys! Let's get this roleplay started! Start out... pretty much wherever. Sorta like me.))
[Ronin]
I ran my hand through my hair as the battle ended. In front of me and my comrade laid a pack of dead wolves. They were apparently harassing some locals, and they'd just about had it. When they called us, the wolves' fates were sealed. I looked at my ally, who was a battle mage, and smiled slightly. "Nice job, Jacobs. You've come quite a ways," I complimented.
"Thank you, sir," he said somewhat sheepishly. I pressed a button on my headset, and it crackled a bit before the sound was clear. "Commander, it's done. We're headed home," I informed him. "The locals shouldn't have any more wolf problems."
"Good work, Ronin. Return to headquarters as soon as possible. Give my congratulations to Jacobs as well," Dakota said over the headset.
"Got it. Over and out," I responded, turning to my ally. "Let's go, Jacobs. The Commander gives you his congratulations," I said to him. Jacobs smiled as we started making our way back to headquarters. I looked at Jacobs' arm, and saw that he was wounded. "One of them got you?" I asked, referring to his wound.
"Yeah, I was a bit careless. Guess I still got a long way to go, huh?" he replied.
"Just be careful in the future, Jacobs. And when we get back, have Ania look at that wound. That's not a request," I told him as I hopped on my motorcycle. Jacobs sighed as he got on his motorcycle. "Yes sir," he said as we drove off.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Apparently, the school didn't exactly like me anymore. Well, okay, obviously they didn't like me anymore... at least, it WAS obvious when they sent me on this 'mission' to some random guy's house who was apparently hiding a huge amount of quartz that was APPARENTLY stolen from the school, and I was supposedly the best one for the job. They told me that the quartz was hidden somewhere in the man's corn field, what they didn't tell me was the fact that A.) the man hates crows with a burning passion (no surprise, given that he's a corn farmer) and B.) there is no quartz, and this guy's going to try to kill me with his warlock magic and undead army. I flew away for my life, killing a couple of skeletons with a spell that creates fire at the target's feet, and some wind spell to help the fire spread, and nearly getting killed, cursed into undeath, or otherwise destroyed by the raging warlock who was completely innocent of any kind of crimes. Despite how much he hated me at the moment, I couldn't really bring myself to actually attack him, after all, thanks to this false mission, I was officially trespassing, and he has, thus far, not actually gotten to hurt me... well, the skeleton who shot me with his shotgun DID hurt me, so I killed that with a light spell to the chest, but the guy didn't do anything... that, and he was played for just as much of a fool as I was by the school.
I got away from that mess nearly dead, hole through my gut, and possibly cursed in some way, shape, or form, and the first thing I did after that? Flew right back to the school that sent me to my death. After making sure I didn't bleed to death with a bandage or two, and having one of the nurses heal me back up, I head right for the archmage... you know, the one in charge of this place. At this point, I didn't care how many 'employees only' or 'do not open' signs I had to pass to get there, or how many magical traps I had to go through, or even how many magically-constructed gatekeepers I had to bypass... I was actually so angry at this guy that I REFUSED to battle anything else. Why wouldn't I be? The man clearly sent me out to this guy's house to die. He probably thought that I'd attack and ask questions later, but I was able to get enough information about him and how much the school just doesn't like the guy, as well as checked that entire cornfield... magically hidden areas included, to find out that he didn't do anything, and the school was just sending me there to either die, or kill him.
I've had just about enough of this. Sure, I get that they would try to make my exams harder, my training more brutal, and my teachers automatically hand out lower scores (even if I got every question right), but sending me to my death? NO. I finally make it to the archmage, and, my face about as red as my feathers are normally black, I shout "What the heck was THAT all about!? The man was INNOCENT!" He then responds with "Of course he was... and you're still alive. Go back there and die." I then responded with "You know what? No. I'm OUTTA HERE! I don't have to take this from the likes of you! This isn't the only magical school in the entire world!" He then responds, his lips curled in a smug smile, and his white hair showing his age with the light he created with a small light spell "Yes, there are others... but I'm pretty sure that they'll share my philosophy. Humans should be the only creatures to wield magic. Any other creature possessing magic should be killed, because that just isn't natural." I didn't want to hear it from the archmage anymore, and decided to leave him a little present. I found a cursed rune of sorts on my chest (I'm guessing it was from the farmer warlock), and, my feathers being removable, I decided plucked those feathers off, and placed them into the archmage's pocket... the curse was then evident from the burning sound that I heard as I left the office, and the school.
I then started to fly around the city aimlessly, with no real goal in mind. This kinda stinks... I mean, that archmage, he's probably right... humans probably do think that it's unnatural, and possibly evil for me to have access to magic in the first place. I think as I continue to fly over the city, with thankfully few people actually caring at this point. I eventually landed on the roof of someone's house when I saw someone in a weird outfit riding a motorcycle towards... well, somewhere. Normally, this wouldn't catch my attention, but what I did see was that his motorcycle had some sort of insignia... an emblem of sorts, the likes of which I have yet to see anywhere else. Maybe the people over to where he's going would be more accepting of me... or, at least maybe they won't send me off to my death about a year or so after I've joined with them. I decide to try to follow him as best as I could... who knew where this man was going, or what that insignia meant, but I was going to find out. No, I wasn't just going to fly in there... I was going to maybe overhear some conversations and figure out if they're not some group of killers, or criminals... it would be stupid to just fly in there and say 'Hey guys I'm going to join you!' without knowing what you're getting into.
((Ronin, this could either be your guy, or another Dying Star member.))
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"Oh [EXPLETIVE] you." A student said as she left the classroom. "Anyone else?" Two more left, one deliberately brushing my vase with the golden initials 'M.H.' onto the carpet. "...is that all?" My class was as empty as a loner's soul. Seriously, there was no one around. Apparently they were all wimps, not wanting to lose an easily replaceable limb because they didn't want to know how to defuse a [EXPLETIVE]ing bomb... seriously, it's just [EXPLETIVE]ing potassium and [EXPLETIVE]ing other volatile compounds. For years, those idiots believed magic was the only way to power guns... until they discovered fire. Then, they got something weaker and bulkier (referring to the case) than potassium, e.g. propane... and they STILL don't understand why potions explode with deadly power and blazing heat...
I laughed hard to myself, banging the desk with God's fist and not minding the little fireworks display I caused. Frankly, that just made my day better. Four days in a row where my students just leave. A little thing, you know, that we've got going on. I give credits, they don't bother me. Well, except for those two teens; they're only getting one out of five possible in my class. Relaxing, I put my legs up onto the blackened, charred, and vintage wooden desk. My coat did the same, banging onto the underside of my office-like seat, like an energetic kid at a playground swing hitting the ceiling.
"Oh boy. Another hour to myself." I giggled as I leaned, opening a drawer and eating some sweets. I'm fond of sugar, you know. I relaxed again, the office chair at an angle... the sweets just giving my tongue a spasm... eyelids squeezing from sourness at times... no one was to interrupt me. They'd be greeted by a cloud of dusty and gritty sulfur in their faces. Just to make sure I wouldn't get fired for that prank, I had a lock installed. Technology and magic seem to go side by side pretty well. Anti-runes and anti-break-
"Oooph!" Damn. I forgot to lock it. But... HOLY [EXPLETIVE] IS THAT CRAZY... OUR CRAZY ARCHMAGE ON FIRE! "Hey! What are you doing in here! Get out, or you'll kill everyone!" I yelled in shock, showing symptoms through widened eyes and obvious tone in my voice, before deciding to look around for what I could do to prevent a calamity. Ah crap. If he spends several more seconds in here, he's gonna destroy an entire wing of the building. So, I did somewhat useful... I chucked an ice mint at him, picking one out of a jar of them. Every pack contained one prank sweet, which would either freeze or burn your mouth for about a second. Being the smart person I was, I stored them in a jar for fast and cheap extinguishing. I assumed that would probably either freeze him or the flames, because I've never actually tried that.
In the chaos that ensued, only half my room was destroyed beyond repair. Plus, that guy was dead. I had put out the visible flames, but the explosion from stray embers just vaporised him as I slammed into the whiteboard. "YES! FINALLY! Someone who cares about the [EXPLETIVE]ing subject of explosions!" I celebrated from the floor, weakened, but with fists clenching in success. Then I realised how bad the situation was. Some idiot decided arson would be a good idea in this school (relax, we'll find someone to blame, even if it was an accident).
Then I was sent through a window via explosive propulsion. Though I laid on the streets, some nice people called for emergency services.
Boy, I was nearly killed by my own discovery... ouch. Look at here, I'm able to do something that others wish to avoid... deliberately... I know how to avoid these stupid explosions in alchemy and [EXPLETIVE]... I get hired to destroy stuff as a result... specifically demolitions.
"Solomon Beretta..." I said to someone who passed by me, actually busy with a call to someone else. Thought that was another emergency service number there.
Jacobs and I were on our way back to headquarters when we saw what was literally an army of emergency vehicles barreling down the street. Jacobs and I pulled to the side of the road to let them through, and I scratched my head as the ambulances, fire trucks and police vehicles charged down the road. "Great... can't POSSIBLY imagine that we're going to hear about this later on," I groaned sarcastically. As the last emergency vehicle went down the street, sirens blaring like nothing else, I rubbed my chin. "... I'm gonna go see what's up. You go back to headquarters, and just relax for a spell. You've earned it," I said to Jacobs.
"But sir, are you sure?" he asked with concern. "What if it's some crazy terrorist or-"
"Jacobs, even if it IS some crazy terrorist, I'm Deputy Commander for a reason. I'll let the commander know what's happened, and knowing who he is, he'll probably understand. Go on now," I insisted.
Jacobs sighed. "Yes sir," he said as his engine roared and he went off. Once Jacobs was out of sight, I pressed a button on my headset. A visor came down over my eyes, and it showed a live feed of Commander Dakota, a black-haired man who, just by looking at him, could tell you that he had authority. "Commander Dakota, this is Deputy Commander Ronin," I said. The Commander raised an eyebrow. "Ronin, what's going on? You don't use this function very often, but when you do, it's never good," he said sternly.
"Sir, I've sent Jacobs back to base, but there's been... an accident. I don't know the details, but from how many police officers, firefighters and paramedics were on their way, I'm guessing it's some kind of terrorist attack. They were headed in the direction of the Magical Institute for the Arcane Apprentice. If it's okay with you sir, I was gonna go check it out," I said to the commander.
The Commander had a serious look on his face. "... All right, Ronin. Is Jacobs with you?" he asked me.
"Negative - he got wounded in the wolf pack attack, so I sent him back to HQ. He's still mobile, but his wound looked pretty bad. ETA about 8 minutes," I said.
"Smart move. You have the green light for deployment, but be very careful - no telling what you'll find," he said. I nodded in response. "Roger that, Commander. Over and out," I said as my engine roared loudly. I looked behind me as I left. There was some unusual-looking crow on one of the rooftops, but I didn't pay it much mind as I raced off towards the institute as fast as the speed limit allowed.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Wow... I actually didn't expect this, but, that's fine, I'll work it in.))
Right Back Where I Started
I continued to follow the odd man, and he led me all the way back to my school after simply turning his bike back around. For some reason, a good portion of the school was now on fire, and I had to go back there. Wait, could the archmage have possibly started this? Ugh... I can't believe I used to think HE was smart. I think as I continue to fly as close as I could to that bike. I had no idea why I was doing this now... oh, wait, yeah, I kinda had to fix this mess. The archmage deserved to be humiliated, not killed. Considering the fact that most curses revolve around humiliation, I figured that's what that curse was supposed to do, but, dang, I guess I wasn't fooling around when I said that old man Grey (AKA: the cornfield guy) hated crows with a burning passion. After a few more city blocks, the bike rider and I make it back to the school, where paramedics, and firemen have the place surrounded... yet... aren't actually doing anything. I land near one of them, and ask "Uh... aren't you supposed to DO SOMETHING!?" He shakes his head, and says "Look, we've all hated hat institution for a while now, and now we get to see it burn. We'll do something once the fire spreads."
The look on my face was probably priceless. "You...WHAT!?" I shout, later accompanied with "There are INNOCENTS in there! Others could burn and die because of YOU!" this only served to make them laugh, which was more than enough for me to break right into the school, from an open window, and brave the fire and smoke myself. It was a little odd, but fire never really bothered me that much... maybe it's just because I happen to be a fire user, or something. Wait, that's not what I should be thinking about. I fly towards the archmage's office, and see the man himself with his bottom half on fire, and laying around like a sack of potatoes. Of course... leave it to him to spread this fire all around his institute. I think as I continue on, being small enough to fit through some otherwise blocked off sections of the place, and passing through burning gates, I finally made it back to the archmage's room, and pick up one of two fire extinguishers that the school even had with my talons, forcing me to fly... the fire extinguisher that was TWO FEET to the right of the archmage's chair (which looked more like an old-timey throne... what a jerk), and start putting out whatever flames I could with it.
The archmage's room dealt with, I continued back putting out whatever I could with the fire extinguisher that the archmage was apparently too stupid to use when his pants caught on fire. I eventually make it back to where I started, and put out the archmage... of course, there was already way too much fire for me to handle, so, I simply led the other students out of the institute, while having a couple of them carry the archmage back with them. I still put out whatever fires blocked our path, and, oh yeah, remembered to keep the papers that I found in the archmage's office in my own magic bag... as in, the same one that every student is given when they sign up for this place. We finally make it out of there, and the two students drop the archmage down in front of the medics, who seem to want to look the other way... of course, this was probably because of the grotesque burnt flesh that covered the bottom half of his body... yeah... he needed some help. I wasn't the one to give it, simply landing near the guy, and shouting things like "Come ON, you idiot! There was an EXTINGUISHER TWO FEET FROM YOUR FACE!" and "I can't believe that you did this! That was probably the single DUMBEST thing anyone could have POSSIBLY done when their pants caught on fire when yours did." and other such things like that. Of course, it was entirely possible, no, very likely, that someone else heard all this shouting... of course, I didn't really care at this point.
Nuvas is a very harsh, hostile world naturally, and these monuments are the only things keeping the magical energies from swirling out of control. When a monument is neutralized or destroyed, the magical energies trapped within are released onto the surrounding area, creating a very serious threat to anything in the surrounding area.
The cities on Nuvas are usually incredibly large - sprawling metropolises that stretch farther than any eye can see, and technology is incredibly futuristic. The capital city of the continent this roleplay takes place on is called Adrian City, and the continent is called Reunas.
The world is pretty well-defended from threats, as there are many groups that will take on any threat to civilization. There are countless freelance mercenaries that will do most anything for a client if the pay's good enough. There are innumerable adventuring groups that take on jobs for those who require their services, be it monster hunting or mundane tasks such as construction work or night patrol. and that's just civilian threat management - military threat management is no foreign concept either. Threat elimination units are elite, armed-to-the-teeth soldiers specifically trained for handling catastrophes.
Recently however, a strange magical anomaly has been detected in the exact location of a monument, and the anomaly appears to be slowly expanding from the source. Nobody knows what's happening, but there's some speculation among the masses that the monument causing the anomaly may have been destroyed by something or someone. The facts, however, have not been discerned. All civilians, trained or not, have been advised to stay clear of that monument.
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Monuments
Monuments are towering statues that dot Nuvas' landscape, and have been there since time immemorial. They all look different, but you'd be able to know if you saw a monument. These massive statues were carved out of quartz, and all of them have three red gemstones embedded in them. Nobody knows who actually made them, or why they do what they do, but they have the ability to seal an infinite amount of magical energy within them so long as both the red stones and the statues are intact and united. Otherwise, the statue's effect is dampened, and magical energy starts gushing out of the areas in the statue where the red stones were.
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Spellstones
The stones themselves, commonly referred to as Spellstones, basically act like a cork. They are designed to plug up the areas where the energy could seep out of, and they absorb any magical energy that would escape from the statue. They are nearly impossible to remove from the monument, but it has been done before. When it does happen, the results are disastrous. Touching a Spellstone that is currently in a monument is highly ill-advised, as most of the time it's holding far too much magical energy for a human to take. Nobody actually knows what Spellstones are made of or how they do what they do, but everyone knows that they are very effective at doing what they do.
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Quartz
Quartz is a very colorful stone that radiates several different colors. Quartz is very hard to break, and it makes a very effective magical container. Even without their Spellstones, a monument made out of quartz can still store an absolutely staggering amount of magical energy, but not infinite. Many people use quartz to power their everyday lives, as it's the most plentiful, powerful and clean source of energy and fuel that's been discovered to this day. Quartz miners get paid incredibly well.
Elemental: This classification of mage focuses particularly on manipulating the elements - earth, water, wind, and fire. Most Elementalists stick to one or two of these, but there have been many bold mages that have managed to master all four. These are the most common spellcasters, but there are many others, too.
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Battle Mage: These mages, usually the more brutish and rough types, study this type of magic, which allows them to conjure weapons, heighten their senses, increase adrenaline output and reflexes, and do more damage with their attacks. However, they are pretty helpless when it comes to dealing with enemies outside their range.
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Astral Mage: This somewhat rare classification of spellcaster is capable of bending the power of light and shadow to their will. It is noted that their light magic skill is significantly dampened if the sun is not casting light on the caster. Shadow magic is significantly weakened if there IS sunlight being cast on the user, so it's important to study both.
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Medic: These kinds of spellcasters, usually the shy, frail types, use their magic to heal allies, expel poisons, and the like. They cannot use their magic to attack, and medics have to resort to other methods if they wish to fight off an attacker.
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Alchemist: These clever and deft mages devote their existence and magical prowess to chemistry - the creation of potions, poisons, tonics, medicinal remedies, and other various chemical substances. They are, unsurprisingly, prone to explosions due to their line of work.
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Warlock: Warlocks utilize their magic in terrifying ways - they are practicers of the dark arts. Hexes, curses, necromancy, divination and other such spells are what these spellcasters dedicate themselves to. Generally, other mages look down on them, some even going as far as openly shunning them. Warlocks are required to dedicate themselves entirely to the dark arts, so they are unable to use other kinds of magic.
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Thaumaturge: This magic caster is, by far, one of the most fascinating. They draw their abilities from magic itself. They are capable of manipulating magical energy in it's purest form, drawing it into the soul and using it to make magic. Manipulating this pure energy takes all of one's dedication, so these mages can't become Adepts.
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Adept: These mages decide to go a different route than most, and study two different schools of magic. They manipulate both of their arts quite effectively, but their magic isn't quite as strong as the pure mages, and are unable to practice dark arts or thaumaturgy.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Gender: male
Age: 23
Description: He stands at about 1'8" (or 20 inches) tall. His feathers are an oddly shiny black color, with his talons and beak being more of a sooty, dark grey, instead. He, being as small as he is, is basically incapable of wearing clothes, save for his pendant, which holds a small, perfectly clear quartz crystal in the center of its emblem, which depicts some sort of phoenix. While his eyes may look pitch black from a distance, they are actually brown, save for the pupil, of course. Oh, did I mention that he's a crow? 'cause that's kind of important.
Personality: ((may I suggest removing this section? It's never used, and nobody ever follows what they type in here, anyways.))
Class: Adept
Bio: For the first couple of years of his life, Aithale was just an ordinary crow, a flying pest to mots humans. This all changed when he flew into a trap set up by a local wizard (thaumaturge, to be more precise), one which involved a cob of corn, some sort of magical cage, and a string. After that, he was actually given his name, which apparently meant 'soot' in some old language, by his master, Aegis Avanis, and was trained to help him out with various tasks. These tasks started out as simple, and menial, such as 'fecth me a small gear' or 'go get the wand', and, of course, Aithale would do as directed. Not because he was under some sort of spell, or anything, but because the odd old man intrigued him, and interested him.
After several years of this, and several years of apparently failed experiments, Aegis went blind, and had to rely of Aithale to literally be his eyes. Thankfully, Aegis had since taught Aithale to speak simple phrases, and, of course, Aithale would use these phrases to the best of his ability, and Aegis simply had to trust the bird. From this, Aithale had noticed that the other humans seemed to either dsepise Aegis, or adore him... which was weird, given that Aegis didn't look anything like what humans would call 'beautiful', with his huge, grey tuft of hair on his chin, missing teeth, yellowed teeth, and occasional splotches of food everywhere on his face, he didn't even look attractive to Aithale, and yet, some of the humans were crazy enough to actually like him. Aithale, through some aid of Aegis' magic, was eventually able to understand the human language, well, a little bit, due to his brain having a more limited capacity, however, this spell also seemed to increase Aithale's lifespan, which he didn't mind one bit. After that, Aegis started to lose his mind, and would never go outside. He was constantly thinking about something, and went back to telling Aithale to 'fetch this' or 'get me that'... apparently, Aegis found some sort of answer to something, but he never told anyone, not even Aithale, what that was.
It was an ordinary day, though, Aegis seemed particularly weak, and frail for some reason. He only asked Aithale to fetch an old pendant that Aegis had been given some time ago. "This is the day, Aithale... I've finally done it, and that pendant holds the secret..." Aegis had said. With this, Aithale knew that he couldn't waste any time in getting the pendant, and he knew exactly where it was... well, mainly because he hid it from Aegis a couple weeks back for not giving him his treat, which he deserved at that time. When Aithale came back with the pendant, Aegis started chanting some odd spell, channeling it through the pendant, and, when it was over, Aithale's mind was greatly expanded. He finally fully understood the human language, as well as some simple concepts of magic. That, and... well, instead of his simple phrases, he was finally able to fully talk. "Aegis, thank you! I can finally understand, and I can finally be that apprentice you've always wanted." Aithale said, finally knowing what he was saying, however... Aegis didn't respond. In fact, he didn't do anything, except fall over like a sack of potatoes. That spell had killed Aegis... but, Aithale wasn't going to let this take over whatever litle life he had left, and decided to take his last name, and perhaps become one of the greatest wizards known to man... that is, until he found out about the anomalty, then he secretly made it his mission to figure out what was causing that... not that he was able to get anywhere near it.
Occupation: No Job... though, he is currently studying elemental and astral magic... so, student?
Magical schools: Elemental (fire / wind) and Astral
Other: Well... other than the whole 'personality' thing, maybe you could make quartz more breakable? It's only about average in strength in real life. Of course, you could come up with the excuse that the monuments were enchanted to be unbreakable all that time ago.
Accepted. Also, this quartz isn't quite like quartz in real life, but I could make it slightly more breakable. And I guess I could make personality optional.
It's good enough, I guess - accepted.
Now to post my form.
Name: Ronin Ezekiel
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Description: Ronin is barely under 6 feet tall, at 5-foot-10, he has red hair that's usually swept off to the sides, and his eyes are brown. He wears a black trench coat that goes down to around his shins, which he usually keeps unbuttoned. He also wears a white long-sleeved shirt under his coat, black long jeans, and black boots that go up about halfway to his knees. He has a blackened, vaguely oval-shaped burn scar on his right cheek from a failed spell he cast several years ago, resulting in a huge fire that nearly took his life and scars his flesh to this day.
Personality: He's a rather trusting person, and easy to befriend. Hurting someone close to him tends to be a bad idea. He still keeps an appropriate level of caution at most times.
Class: Elemental (Fire and Wind)
Bio: Ronin lived a pretty normal life, for a spellcaster. He had normal, loving parents, he had a normal house, and went to a normal school. He never really had any childhood trauma, aside from one thing - when he was 15, he tried to cast a spell by combining use of his fire and wind magic. The spell went awry, and resulted in a huge fire that nearly took his life. He still bears a scar from it to this day, eight years later.
When he turned nineteen, he moved out of his parent's house to make his place in the world. He found work as an adventurer working for an elite adventuring guild called The Dying Star. There weren't as many members in this organization as there were in most, but they're one of the best threat management associations in Adrian City.
He slowly climbed through the ranks of the group, and he was recently promoted to the rank of Deputy Commander - meaning that he's the second-highest authority figure in the guild, next to Commander Dakota himself, the leader. Ronin wears the title of Deputy Commander with pride and responsibility.
Occupation: Adventurer - The Dying Star
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
As for your moderator request, I'm going to wait a little longer before appointing moderator positions. Also, please PM me if you're asking for moderator.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Alright, how the heck did he get accepted?
Name: Solomon Beretta
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Description: Darkened skin, with numerous scar burns and regular scars running from shins to cheeks. His face is rather thin and seemingly cold at times. His hair is grey, although often covered with black dust and ash. His stature is rather short (about the average height of people), and is rather thin. His eyes are brown, but are covered with glasses that covers his eyes to the skin. Under his plated coat has a typical but padded cotton shirt, brown trousers, black boots covered with padding (underneath the lining), and a slung pouch of various filled flasks. Most of the time, it's slightly grey. His coat is heavily worn and the plates regularly replaced, however they still possess big scratches. White as it may be, it's often mistaken for grey from dust covering him. His coat has hidden pockets on the inside, filled with explosive and volatile chemicals. One is so volatile that it's secured, and is only used for starting fires.
Personality:Class: Alchemist
Bio:
One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch...and kablooie!Always fascinated by chemistry he was. As a young child, he'd often go outside and observe an alchemist bring a sick green man from the brink of death, or give a woman the tonic she needs to stay awake during the night. Everyday for 10 years he would crawl out of his window and observe the old alchemist give life to seemingly useless recipes.One day, he wanted to test that theory out. After spending two nights on a piece of paper, he slipped it into the alchemist's letterbox. Recognising the child's handwriting, the alchemist went next-door to invite him to his workshop. He had to do it twice, seeing as the child was away on a trip for those two days. The alchemist explained to the parents on how skillfully he drew diagrams of chemicals and ingredients, the result being a complex medicine that would be able to revive a recently-deceased person. The child kept the diagram as refinments were to be made, and only he seemed to understand his own drawings.
A month later and he was the alchemist's apprentice. The child tried to test the refined recipe, but was swiftly denied by the alchemist, who warned him of how dangerous he made it. Unsure, he did it behind his back after removing some dangerous (not all) ingredients, chemicals and steps. Then, a table was split in half from the miniature explosion that had taken place. The child was swiftly disciplined and his diagram taken off him for a week.
Determined to make the diagram of possible revival, he began studying the ingredients, chemicals and steps vigorously, in a futile attempt to tap into his inner genius. Testing the backyard wasn't easy, especially when the alchemist, his parents and neighbours caught onto his activities, as well as the fact he often hesitated testing dangerous chemicals. At one point, the alchemist was forced to fire him for a month and give him medicine to support regrowth of his hand, then giving him a tonic to remove scales from his skin. Still determined, he began evenly spreading the ingredients out and figuring how they reacted to each other.
Eventually (after about a decade), he came across what would've been called potassium nitrate in our universe. Fiddling with it, he eventually came across gunpowder. The potion no longer worked without those ingredients, but the young man decided it was too dangerous - he didn't want corpses exploding, much less his tables and rooms doing so too. He wrote an article about why most potions exploded dangerously, almost setting off (excuse the pun) a revolution. Like most revolutionaries, his ideas were viewed with skepticism, before being debunked over why certain things exploded without those ingredients and chemicals. Perhaps he wasn't persistent or specific enough - they all contained potassium. It was the matter of checking every diagram for it as well. However, nobody wanted to help his crazy idea. Mainly because they didn't want to explode for the millionth time.
The years went by and he continued writing articles on why explosions took place, compiling them into a book. It wasn't very popular, but he was invited to be a teacher at a school. It wasn't the content of his articles that got him the job; it was the context. They praised his specific wording and clean sentences, although admittedly hesitating letting him in the job because of the content. He was viewed negatively by students and colleagues alike, most claiming he was mocking them after they suffered constant burns and the occasional lost limb as a result. Despite this, he teaches the controversial subject of explosions, the core definitions being potassium and other explosive chemicals. The fact they were easy to remember (in their universe at least), his classes were popular, but only because they had easy credits.
He was shortly hired by a company to demolish buildings. It would often take hours, even days just to get a powerful explosion to take out a supporting beam. His popularity rose slightly, people wanting him to knock down useless buildings and setting off spectacular displays of explosions.
Over the years, he had became deaf three times; lost four limbs, six fingers and toes, and an eye. A bit of scalp was removed, and even 20% of skin at one point. It didn't match up to his entire skin being replaced with scales, teeth sharpened, nails clawed etc., although that was quickly cured(?) with a relatively new tonic by the alchemist. Was more disturbing than thought, as Solomon tends to switch topics when pressured about it.
Occupation: Demolitions, although mainly a teacher
Magical schools:Other: Yes, try not to mind my app. I did it at... 12 am.
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It's fine, Kabling - accepted.
And to be honest, I was seriously considering denying that guy's app. But eventually, I decided to accept it. I am not quite as strict as you and Lugia when it comes to apps. (which is why I'm slightly worried about making Lugia a mod). I tried the super-strict approached once - I was hated by half a forum community for quite a while. So now I choose not to be so strict. If Iceube proves to be a below-average roleplayer, THEN I'm gonna have a problem. But the form wasn't really anything to scowl at.
Also, we're going to be starting this roleplay later on tonight, as I'm going to a party tonight at 5:00, and I don't know how long it's gonna be.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Strangely, we weren't hated. I think we were pretty much half of the community (and even then, the hate of me flowed away quickly). Referring to MCF btw.
Kinda is, because you can tell a lot by an app. You've got your typical teenager here (18), thinking this is a fantasy high school RP here. He's also rather lazy in terms of appearance, preferring not to get something like Imgur to host his appearance at least. As he filled personality, that makes things more confusing as it'll be hard to tell if he'll RP it out. Seeing as he likes anime, I suspect he also likes Full Metal Alchemist (in case you don't get it, a bit of a Gary Stu here), explaining why his class is alchemist. His bio is extremely vague and short, further proving his laziness (despite what he says about the difficulty) and highlighting his potential in the RP. At the moment, we've got little creativity and a clear display on how he doesn't want to RP with big posts, instead going borderline acceptable. The fact he's got the weird background shows he's not familiar with such aspects such as Remove Format.
You're being too nice.))
((Told ya.
His IC posts were going to be hard to read if you noticed.))
((Where's everyone else?))
Icecube, Kabling has a point, I guess. I hate, HATE retracting an accepted app, but...
I'm not kicking you out of the roleplay - I'm saying that you'll need to be a bit more explanatory. Add detail. But if you don't want to, I won't force you - you don't have to be in this roleplay. I will say this, though - if you WANT to be in this roleplay, you need to add more.
I don't expect you to go as far as Lugia or Kabling did, but at LEAST as far as me.
Kabling, if you weren't hated, that's good. But it's BECAUSE you weren't hated that you don't understand my predicament. I WAS hated, so when I think back to what happened back then, it makes me afraid that people here are going to start hating me if I act all super-strict. Understand?
Also, a bit of an announcement - we won't be starting until at least tomorrow simply because today... I. AM. EXHAUSTED. I am so fatigued right now that I was barely able to write this post without spelling errors. Sorry about that not sure we'll be starting tomorrow either, because my mom has designated tomorrow as a cleaning day. A super cleaning day. Which is never pleasant. So yeah... anyway, I'll see you guys later.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Hold on. When I dig up past skeletons, it turns out I actually was hated. Pretty badly too - thing was, I didn't mind. It was just a 'job' or whatever.
Anyway, if you need me, I'll be moving houses soon.))
[Ronin]
I ran my hand through my hair as the battle ended. In front of me and my comrade laid a pack of dead wolves. They were apparently harassing some locals, and they'd just about had it. When they called us, the wolves' fates were sealed. I looked at my ally, who was a battle mage, and smiled slightly. "Nice job, Jacobs. You've come quite a ways," I complimented.
"Thank you, sir," he said somewhat sheepishly. I pressed a button on my headset, and it crackled a bit before the sound was clear. "Commander, it's done. We're headed home," I informed him. "The locals shouldn't have any more wolf problems."
"Good work, Ronin. Return to headquarters as soon as possible. Give my congratulations to Jacobs as well," Dakota said over the headset.
"Got it. Over and out," I responded, turning to my ally. "Let's go, Jacobs. The Commander gives you his congratulations," I said to him. Jacobs smiled as we started making our way back to headquarters. I looked at Jacobs' arm, and saw that he was wounded. "One of them got you?" I asked, referring to his wound.
"Yeah, I was a bit careless. Guess I still got a long way to go, huh?" he replied.
"Just be careful in the future, Jacobs. And when we get back, have Ania look at that wound. That's not a request," I told him as I hopped on my motorcycle. Jacobs sighed as he got on his motorcycle. "Yes sir," he said as we drove off.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Apparently, the school didn't exactly like me anymore. Well, okay, obviously they didn't like me anymore... at least, it WAS obvious when they sent me on this 'mission' to some random guy's house who was apparently hiding a huge amount of quartz that was APPARENTLY stolen from the school, and I was supposedly the best one for the job. They told me that the quartz was hidden somewhere in the man's corn field, what they didn't tell me was the fact that A.) the man hates crows with a burning passion (no surprise, given that he's a corn farmer) and B.) there is no quartz, and this guy's going to try to kill me with his warlock magic and undead army. I flew away for my life, killing a couple of skeletons with a spell that creates fire at the target's feet, and some wind spell to help the fire spread, and nearly getting killed, cursed into undeath, or otherwise destroyed by the raging warlock who was completely innocent of any kind of crimes. Despite how much he hated me at the moment, I couldn't really bring myself to actually attack him, after all, thanks to this false mission, I was officially trespassing, and he has, thus far, not actually gotten to hurt me... well, the skeleton who shot me with his shotgun DID hurt me, so I killed that with a light spell to the chest, but the guy didn't do anything... that, and he was played for just as much of a fool as I was by the school.
I got away from that mess nearly dead, hole through my gut, and possibly cursed in some way, shape, or form, and the first thing I did after that? Flew right back to the school that sent me to my death. After making sure I didn't bleed to death with a bandage or two, and having one of the nurses heal me back up, I head right for the archmage... you know, the one in charge of this place. At this point, I didn't care how many 'employees only' or 'do not open' signs I had to pass to get there, or how many magical traps I had to go through, or even how many magically-constructed gatekeepers I had to bypass... I was actually so angry at this guy that I REFUSED to battle anything else. Why wouldn't I be? The man clearly sent me out to this guy's house to die. He probably thought that I'd attack and ask questions later, but I was able to get enough information about him and how much the school just doesn't like the guy, as well as checked that entire cornfield... magically hidden areas included, to find out that he didn't do anything, and the school was just sending me there to either die, or kill him.
I've had just about enough of this. Sure, I get that they would try to make my exams harder, my training more brutal, and my teachers automatically hand out lower scores (even if I got every question right), but sending me to my death? NO. I finally make it to the archmage, and, my face about as red as my feathers are normally black, I shout "What the heck was THAT all about!? The man was INNOCENT!" He then responds with "Of course he was... and you're still alive. Go back there and die." I then responded with "You know what? No. I'm OUTTA HERE! I don't have to take this from the likes of you! This isn't the only magical school in the entire world!" He then responds, his lips curled in a smug smile, and his white hair showing his age with the light he created with a small light spell "Yes, there are others... but I'm pretty sure that they'll share my philosophy. Humans should be the only creatures to wield magic. Any other creature possessing magic should be killed, because that just isn't natural." I didn't want to hear it from the archmage anymore, and decided to leave him a little present. I found a cursed rune of sorts on my chest (I'm guessing it was from the farmer warlock), and, my feathers being removable, I decided plucked those feathers off, and placed them into the archmage's pocket... the curse was then evident from the burning sound that I heard as I left the office, and the school.
I then started to fly around the city aimlessly, with no real goal in mind. This kinda stinks... I mean, that archmage, he's probably right... humans probably do think that it's unnatural, and possibly evil for me to have access to magic in the first place. I think as I continue to fly over the city, with thankfully few people actually caring at this point. I eventually landed on the roof of someone's house when I saw someone in a weird outfit riding a motorcycle towards... well, somewhere. Normally, this wouldn't catch my attention, but what I did see was that his motorcycle had some sort of insignia... an emblem of sorts, the likes of which I have yet to see anywhere else. Maybe the people over to where he's going would be more accepting of me... or, at least maybe they won't send me off to my death about a year or so after I've joined with them. I decide to try to follow him as best as I could... who knew where this man was going, or what that insignia meant, but I was going to find out. No, I wasn't just going to fly in there... I was going to maybe overhear some conversations and figure out if they're not some group of killers, or criminals... it would be stupid to just fly in there and say 'Hey guys I'm going to join you!' without knowing what you're getting into.
((Ronin, this could either be your guy, or another Dying Star member.))
"Oh [EXPLETIVE] you." A student said as she left the classroom. "Anyone else?" Two more left, one deliberately brushing my vase with the golden initials 'M.H.' onto the carpet. "...is that all?" My class was as empty as a loner's soul. Seriously, there was no one around. Apparently they were all wimps, not wanting to lose an easily replaceable limb because they didn't want to know how to defuse a [EXPLETIVE]ing bomb... seriously, it's just [EXPLETIVE]ing potassium and [EXPLETIVE]ing other volatile compounds. For years, those idiots believed magic was the only way to power guns... until they discovered fire. Then, they got something weaker and bulkier (referring to the case) than potassium, e.g. propane... and they STILL don't understand why potions explode with deadly power and blazing heat...
I laughed hard to myself, banging the desk with God's fist and not minding the little fireworks display I caused. Frankly, that just made my day better. Four days in a row where my students just leave. A little thing, you know, that we've got going on. I give credits, they don't bother me. Well, except for those two teens; they're only getting one out of five possible in my class. Relaxing, I put my legs up onto the blackened, charred, and vintage wooden desk. My coat did the same, banging onto the underside of my office-like seat, like an energetic kid at a playground swing hitting the ceiling.
"Oh boy. Another hour to myself." I giggled as I leaned, opening a drawer and eating some sweets. I'm fond of sugar, you know. I relaxed again, the office chair at an angle... the sweets just giving my tongue a spasm... eyelids squeezing from sourness at times... no one was to interrupt me. They'd be greeted by a cloud of dusty and gritty sulfur in their faces. Just to make sure I wouldn't get fired for that prank, I had a lock installed. Technology and magic seem to go side by side pretty well. Anti-runes and anti-break-
"Oooph!" Damn. I forgot to lock it. But... HOLY [EXPLETIVE] IS THAT CRAZY... OUR CRAZY ARCHMAGE ON FIRE! "Hey! What are you doing in here! Get out, or you'll kill everyone!" I yelled in shock, showing symptoms through widened eyes and obvious tone in my voice, before deciding to look around for what I could do to prevent a calamity. Ah crap. If he spends several more seconds in here, he's gonna destroy an entire wing of the building. So, I did somewhat useful... I chucked an ice mint at him, picking one out of a jar of them. Every pack contained one prank sweet, which would either freeze or burn your mouth for about a second. Being the smart person I was, I stored them in a jar for fast and cheap extinguishing. I assumed that would probably either freeze him or the flames, because I've never actually tried that.
In the chaos that ensued, only half my room was destroyed beyond repair. Plus, that guy was dead. I had put out the visible flames, but the explosion from stray embers just vaporised him as I slammed into the whiteboard. "YES! FINALLY! Someone who cares about the [EXPLETIVE]ing subject of explosions!" I celebrated from the floor, weakened, but with fists clenching in success. Then I realised how bad the situation was. Some idiot decided arson would be a good idea in this school (relax, we'll find someone to blame, even if it was an accident).
Then I was sent through a window via explosive propulsion. Though I laid on the streets, some nice people called for emergency services.
Boy, I was nearly killed by my own discovery... ouch. Look at here, I'm able to do something that others wish to avoid... deliberately... I know how to avoid these stupid explosions in alchemy and [EXPLETIVE]... I get hired to destroy stuff as a result... specifically demolitions.
"Solomon Beretta..." I said to someone who passed by me, actually busy with a call to someone else. Thought that was another emergency service number there.
Jacobs and I were on our way back to headquarters when we saw what was literally an army of emergency vehicles barreling down the street. Jacobs and I pulled to the side of the road to let them through, and I scratched my head as the ambulances, fire trucks and police vehicles charged down the road. "Great... can't POSSIBLY imagine that we're going to hear about this later on," I groaned sarcastically. As the last emergency vehicle went down the street, sirens blaring like nothing else, I rubbed my chin. "... I'm gonna go see what's up. You go back to headquarters, and just relax for a spell. You've earned it," I said to Jacobs.
"But sir, are you sure?" he asked with concern. "What if it's some crazy terrorist or-"
"Jacobs, even if it IS some crazy terrorist, I'm Deputy Commander for a reason. I'll let the commander know what's happened, and knowing who he is, he'll probably understand. Go on now," I insisted.
Jacobs sighed. "Yes sir," he said as his engine roared and he went off. Once Jacobs was out of sight, I pressed a button on my headset. A visor came down over my eyes, and it showed a live feed of Commander Dakota, a black-haired man who, just by looking at him, could tell you that he had authority. "Commander Dakota, this is Deputy Commander Ronin," I said. The Commander raised an eyebrow. "Ronin, what's going on? You don't use this function very often, but when you do, it's never good," he said sternly.
"Sir, I've sent Jacobs back to base, but there's been... an accident. I don't know the details, but from how many police officers, firefighters and paramedics were on their way, I'm guessing it's some kind of terrorist attack. They were headed in the direction of the Magical Institute for the Arcane Apprentice. If it's okay with you sir, I was gonna go check it out," I said to the commander.
The Commander had a serious look on his face. "... All right, Ronin. Is Jacobs with you?" he asked me.
"Negative - he got wounded in the wolf pack attack, so I sent him back to HQ. He's still mobile, but his wound looked pretty bad. ETA about 8 minutes," I said.
"Smart move. You have the green light for deployment, but be very careful - no telling what you'll find," he said. I nodded in response. "Roger that, Commander. Over and out," I said as my engine roared loudly. I looked behind me as I left. There was some unusual-looking crow on one of the rooftops, but I didn't pay it much mind as I raced off towards the institute as fast as the speed limit allowed.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Right Back Where I Started
I continued to follow the odd man, and he led me all the way back to my school after simply turning his bike back around. For some reason, a good portion of the school was now on fire, and I had to go back there. Wait, could the archmage have possibly started this? Ugh... I can't believe I used to think HE was smart. I think as I continue to fly as close as I could to that bike. I had no idea why I was doing this now... oh, wait, yeah, I kinda had to fix this mess. The archmage deserved to be humiliated, not killed. Considering the fact that most curses revolve around humiliation, I figured that's what that curse was supposed to do, but, dang, I guess I wasn't fooling around when I said that old man Grey (AKA: the cornfield guy) hated crows with a burning passion. After a few more city blocks, the bike rider and I make it back to the school, where paramedics, and firemen have the place surrounded... yet... aren't actually doing anything. I land near one of them, and ask "Uh... aren't you supposed to DO SOMETHING!?" He shakes his head, and says "Look, we've all hated hat institution for a while now, and now we get to see it burn. We'll do something once the fire spreads."
The look on my face was probably priceless. "You...WHAT!?" I shout, later accompanied with "There are INNOCENTS in there! Others could burn and die because of YOU!" this only served to make them laugh, which was more than enough for me to break right into the school, from an open window, and brave the fire and smoke myself. It was a little odd, but fire never really bothered me that much... maybe it's just because I happen to be a fire user, or something. Wait, that's not what I should be thinking about. I fly towards the archmage's office, and see the man himself with his bottom half on fire, and laying around like a sack of potatoes. Of course... leave it to him to spread this fire all around his institute. I think as I continue on, being small enough to fit through some otherwise blocked off sections of the place, and passing through burning gates, I finally made it back to the archmage's room, and pick up one of two fire extinguishers that the school even had with my talons, forcing me to fly... the fire extinguisher that was TWO FEET to the right of the archmage's chair (which looked more like an old-timey throne... what a jerk), and start putting out whatever flames I could with it.
The archmage's room dealt with, I continued back putting out whatever I could with the fire extinguisher that the archmage was apparently too stupid to use when his pants caught on fire. I eventually make it back to where I started, and put out the archmage... of course, there was already way too much fire for me to handle, so, I simply led the other students out of the institute, while having a couple of them carry the archmage back with them. I still put out whatever fires blocked our path, and, oh yeah, remembered to keep the papers that I found in the archmage's office in my own magic bag... as in, the same one that every student is given when they sign up for this place. We finally make it out of there, and the two students drop the archmage down in front of the medics, who seem to want to look the other way... of course, this was probably because of the grotesque burnt flesh that covered the bottom half of his body... yeah... he needed some help. I wasn't the one to give it, simply landing near the guy, and shouting things like "Come ON, you idiot! There was an EXTINGUISHER TWO FEET FROM YOUR FACE!" and "I can't believe that you did this! That was probably the single DUMBEST thing anyone could have POSSIBLY done when their pants caught on fire when yours did." and other such things like that. Of course, it was entirely possible, no, very likely, that someone else heard all this shouting... of course, I didn't really care at this point.
((As for vaporisation, I did say from
Milloon'sSolomon's point of view. It doesn't always match up to the narrator's vision.))