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Visceral Jeep

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Hallowed Magician

PostPosted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 9:47 am


Iazel Vincara

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ɪ wɪsн yѳu’d cαℓℓ мε........◦◦ Iazel. She isn't very tolerant of nicknames, but if someone is extra creative, she might add it to the roster of what she accepts. As of yet, it's a very short list.
ɪ нαvє wαиdєяєd нєяє ғѳя........◦◦ Visually, she's only about seventeen. As far as her actual age is concerned, she isn't really sure.
αиd uиdεяиεαтн ɪт aℓℓ ɪ αм........◦◦ A fiesty girl.
тнєsє єyєs нαvє sεεи sѳ мucн.....◦◦ Hazel
sɪzε ∂ѳεsи'т мαттεя.....◦◦ Five foot flat. Swears she'll grow more some day!


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ɪ αм ρѳwєяғuℓ ɪи мy ѳwи wαy...
.....◦◦ Summons: Horde is a chest that upon being summoned, will function as an infinite inventory. Iazel can store whatever she'd like inside of this chest and there's really no limit. Food won't perish while it's inside, and neither will potions or other consumables. As long as she can collect them, she has the potential to stock up on anything she needs or wants. She has an impressive clothing collection in the chest, though she's not quite sure where it all came from. At the moment, she figures it's just stuff that the previous owner collected, despite everything being her size.
.....◦◦ Special Skills:
Levinsnake's Rise- Iazel dives into the targeted enemy as several bolts of thunder(curiously shaped like Everglim) crash down in the immediate area, knocking anyone hit by the blast down and dealing magic damage in a shockwave. Enemies hit by this will be winded for two turns, lowering their damage dealt by half.
Mystic Blade- Melee hits from Everglim have a passive drain, stealing both mana and health based on 1/3 of the damage dealt. Melee hits also deal electric magic damage rather than physical damage.
Thunder Cage- Conjures a bright purple circle in a small area. If they don't dodge in time, arcane lightning will erupt from the circle and deal a massive amount of damage, as well as cause the paralysis status effect. Luckily, it is kind of easy to time if you're paying attention to the lights moving within the circle- They start at the edges and quickly wind down in a swirling formation. Once they meet in the middle, you're SOL if you didn't move.

.....◦◦ Magic: Curaga, Thundaga, Faith and Reflega.
.....◦◦ Keyblade: Everglim is the weapon she wields, as seen in the picture with her. The keyblade is much more reminiscent of a spear, but it is still classified as a keyblade. The lengthy weapon gives her a good reach, and she's quite agile with it despite how unwieldy it may seem. Attacks with Everglim do passively launch small bolts of lightning at targets, but they have a tendency to veer to the left regardless of where she is aiming. If she focuses and stands still, she can charge up a long ranged version with accurate aim and decent damage.
вuт ɪ αм ғαя ғяѳм ρєяƒє¢т....
.....◦◦ Style-wise, she's a frenzied fighter who goes all out regardless of what the situation calls for- This is bad, because while she has a relatively high mana pool to begin with, she will go through it extremely fast since she is melee-caster who needs mana for all of her abilities. If she runs out of mana completely, her keyblade will disappear until she gains some back. She can cast all of her magic without her keyblade, but it costs large chunks of her health, which can have disastrous effects. (Duh!)


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ɪ cѳмє ғяѳм...
.....◦◦ Mystic Labyrinth...?
wнɪℓε тнɪs aℓℓ ʙєgαи as...
.....◦◦ A dream that has yet to end.

Everyone comes from somewhere. That much is certain. But for as long as she can remember, Iazel has always, always, wandered her strange little world. With the edges closed in by treacherous, unclimbable mountains, she's never seen what lies beyond them, if there is anything. The crater they guard is home to a massive maze lined by snippets of forests, ponds, and lakes. The castle in the middle is fully furnished and grand, but so, so empty. For as long as she's been trapped here, Iazel has never seen another living soul- Only vicious shadowy monsters that patrol the hedge maze that dominates the world. They vary in shape, size, and color, but they all have the same bright yellow eyes and destructive nature.

When she first woke up, she was in the forest, at one of the many entrances to the maze. Her first foray in did not end well- She died, but learned a valuable lesson; She came back. Since then, it's been a cycle. Fight, die, rinse, repeat. In a world without a day and night cycle, Iazel really had no idea how much time passed. But hundreds of deaths later, she prowls her maze like a tiger, tearing through the enemies like they're paper. Things like eating and sleeping have never mattered to her in this world. Only getting stronger, faster, and fighting more.

Or, so she thinks. You see, Iazel does reside in this labyrinthian world, but in the waking world, she's asleep inside of the castle, or rather, what's left of it. The maze is nothing but dead twigs and bits and pieces of overgrown bush, barely even performing its function anymore. The forests at the edge have grown massive, overtaking more than half of the maze. The castle would be easy to get to, were it not for the fact that the heartless that haunt the world in her dreams also walk the world during the day. They are strong, very strong, and only a fool would try to take them on. But, should someone get past them and find their way into the castle, they will surely happen upon the throne room. Unlike the losers in the picture, Iazel actually sits upon the throne, clearly in some kind of enchanted sleep. The moment someone touches the step, they will be rooted in place and a ring of sparks will erupt in a circle around the throne, creating an arena. Any companions that the person has will be pushed outside of the ring and unable to enter. In case it's not clear, you just started a 1v1 with little miss lightning. Should Iazel win, she will strike a killing blow, but you won't die- You and your party will be teleported outside of the castle, and Iazel will return to her throne and go back to sleep. If the challenger wins...? I don't know. Try winning. See what happens.

тнɪs ɪs мє ғѳяєvєя αғтεя...
.....◦◦ Intense, courageous bordering on foolhardy, perceptive, and a little bit destructive. Also, very fashionable.
αиd sѳмεтɪмεs ɪ αρρεαя dɪғғεяεит...
.....◦◦ Drive Form ~ Iazel's Drive Form does not offer a power upgrade- She merely switches her element. When she changes to this, Everglim's appearance changes and all of her magic and the projectile she shoots becomes fire.


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ɪ wαит...
.....◦◦ By nature, Iazel loves to fight. It's probably the thing she loves most, even more than winning- After all, that's been her life for a.. Pretty long time. As far as she's concerned, there's nothing greater than the thrill of battle with a good opponent, and it's best when what you're fighting knows how to keep you on your toes. Truth be told, it's been a long time since anything like that has happened.
Other than that, she will definitely enjoy all food once she gets a chance to eat.

ɪ нαтє...
.....◦◦ There isn't actually much Iazel hates. She hasn't really experienced enough to find things she doesn't like. This list will surely grow with time. Currently, she just hates large bodies of water, such as lakes and ponds. That's about it.
ɪ ғєαя...
.....◦◦ Iazel is actually legitimately fearless. Or so it would seem. For the sake of comedy, if she somehow ever magically gets a crush on anyone, she will become afraid of being alone with them.
αs тнɪs sѳиg ρℓαys...
.....◦◦ You ascend the stairs. She wakes up. What's your death count?
ɪ dяєαм α dяєαм...
.....◦◦ Her feelings are intensely tied with battle. This could either mean she is totally asexual, or she's one of those kinky bastards who has a thing for getting beaten up or something. I, personally, don't know at all.
ʙєғѳяє ɪ ғѳяgєт...
.....◦◦ Iazel has a low understanding of morals at the start. What she learns will be up to the people around her.
Do not push her into a fish pond!
Actually, just keep her away from all ponds. It's not worth it.
No, seriously, what's your death count?
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Wolfessmoon
PostPosted: Thu Feb 15, 2018 3:18 pm


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Mᴏᴏᴅ- Placid Dᴏɪɴɢ- Hunting. Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ- Mystic Labyrinth;??? Nᴇᴀʀ- No one important
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Curling up deep into her chair, Iazel shuddered as a cool breeze went by. Had it always been this cold?

From the brush, she knelt with Everglim poised to strike. Surely, one would come along. Any day now. Figuratively speaking- It was always day. 'Any minute' was probably more appropriate in this situation. Her eyes narrowed as the towering shadow of a monster came into view. "Not long now, not long at all..." As the shadow came closer and tall legs came into view, she hunkered down and got ready to spring. The long limbed creature took three more lumbering steps before she leaned forward just a tinge and swept her keyblade under its feet. The creature fell, and before it even touched the ground, she sprung out of the bush and barreled into it with all of her strength, knocking the heartless into the side of the maze. She was up and on her feet, plunging Everglim into it's chest without even giving the monster a chance to get up. She watched it struggle wildly for a few seconds before relaxing and withdrawing her weapon as it disappeared in a puff of darkness. "Nightly hunt, done." It was night, right? She wasn't entirely sure. Did it even matter? No, not really. But she'd stopped dying a long time ago, so cycling through three monsters per day was about the only way she could measure time, in her opinion. It wasn't very sound logic but who cared? Not her, and last time she checked, she was alone. When someone magically popped out of the sky, then she'd start caring.

But for now it was just her and eight billion Heartless. Or something. With a flick of her wrist, she unsummoned Everglim and walked through the maze towards the castle. There was nothing to do in there other than ******** around and waste, but tearing through her enemies like they were ragdolls was just... No fun. Not anymore. Whistling, she climbed through several walls of thorns, making her own little shortcut. Whereas the monsters of this world were confined to them and weren't allowed to bust them down, Iazel could do whatever, and it didn't matter. Everything grew back when she was done, anyway. The blonde sauntered up the palace steps and looked back at the maze. From her vantage point, she could see the heads of various monsters moving between the tall hedges. With a snort, she shook her head and then kept walking. "If I ever get that mindless, I hope someone puts me out of my misery." She thought, her eyes narrowing as she walked through the gate, her heels click-clacking on the granite floor. From there, she made a beeline towards the nearest staircase, intent on heading to the second floor. There were lots of rooms, but only one of the them was on her mind: The library.

It wasn't that she liked to read. It was really just a chore to be honest. But words ate up time, so she could appreciate that. The books in the library were all gibberish, or at the very least, written in a language she didn't understand. But it didn't stop her from waltzing into the richly decorated room, grabbing a gilded book off the shelf, and then flopping into a chair sideways. She draped her knees over the side and flipped the book open. To her surprise, it was blank. Iazel rose an eyebrow. That was new. "What am I supposed to? Write in this? Like I'd both-" She cut off as she thought about it. Maybe writing wasn't such a bad idea. It wasn't like anyone could read it. She could catalogue the monsters. Or just write stupid stuff. There had to be some kind of ink in this husk of a castle. Probably here in this very room... Hopping out of the chair, she slammed her book closed and tossed it onto the seat. Hopefully, this wouldn't take too long.


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Visceral Jeep

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Hallowed Magician

PostPosted: Mon Feb 26, 2018 10:12 pm


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𝕀𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕝 𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒
Mᴏᴏᴅ- Placid Dᴏɪɴɢ- Writing...? Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ- Mystic Labyrinth;??? Nᴇᴀʀ- No one important
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A soft breeze rustled the tattered banners, and still she did not stir.

After going through every desk in the library, she'd found a pretty good assortment of pens. Most of them were glittery gel pens- Out of all of these, the gold glitter pen was definitely the best. Pleased with her prize, she went back to her chair, picked up the book, and sat down. Placing one knee on top of the other, she was in prime writing position. But, with the book open and on her lap, she wasn't sure what to write. She scribbled on the first page, watching the gaudy gold ink shimmer and shine as she tilted it back and forth in the light. First, she drew a face. Then scratched it out. Then, a badly done scribble of one of the maze monsters- Pretty much just a stick figure. "Dumb." She muttered as she flipped the page and wrote, 'Dear diary.' Iazel looked at the words for a moment before scratching them out, too. Then she flipped to the next page, and started to write.

tab tab My name is Iazel Vincara. I'm the only person I've ever seen, which is kind of sad now that I'm putting it into words. When I first woke up here, it was like nothing I'd ever seen before- Because I didn't remember anything, you know? There were a bunch of monsters, and they hit hard. And they never showed any mercy. The maze was long, and confusing, and once I finally got to the center, I never left the palace; I was far too scared of the tall, dark, creatures that roamed the hedges.

Iazel inspected the page after that sentence, wrinkling her nose. She didn't like admitting that. But she didn't want to scratch everything out and start all over again, either. So, she left it and kept writing.


tab tab It's kind of weird to do this, because I know no one will ever really get a chance to read it. As far as I know, I'm the only thing here was a name. The monsters don't talk, so I haven't really had a chance to ask.
Or at least, if they do, they sure don't want to.


The blonde stopped writing again, frowning. This was stupid. Truth be told, she had half a mind to toss the book onto one of these shelves and never think about it again. But, for whatever reason, she didn't. Instead, she used the big space at the bottom of the page to draw one of the monsters. Her drawing was pretty much just a bipedal black blob, but that was what most the Heartless here looked like. Even if she didn't have much memory, she thought that they probably weren't really supposed to look like this.

tab tab For a long time, this was the only thing I could fight. It was a solitary hunter, a little shorter than me, but with massive claws that I can say took a good chunk of my ribs out when I didn't dodge. But it had two weak spots- The hunchy, fin thing on its back, and then its stomach. This, combined with the fact that it was always alone, made it easy to get the drop on, even if I sucked at fighting back then. But, you know, killing it wasn't the only way to learn- Sure, fighting it helped me get better at dodging, but if you tail one for a while, you can see that it goes out of its way to avoid the big guys, as if it just sort of... Knows where they are. That was useful. I mean, I'm just saying that if you're lost and you're okay with stealth tactics, following them around might not be a bad idea.

Why was she writing this like someone was going to read it? Snorting, she capped the pen and tucked it into the middle of the book before placing it on the stand next to her fancy little armchair. Maybe writing it wasn't such a bad idea. There was always the chance that she'd hit her head a little too hard and forget something. "No, no there isn't. That's stupid." She just wrote to kill time, and she knew it. It had worked, anyway- She'd cut out about thirty minutes. Not wanting to get up and leave the warm, comfortable chair, she leaned into the soft velvet and sighed. "At least I have a hobby, now." Even if it was completely redundant and useless.


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