█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ N/A █*PARTNER(S) ▬ N/A █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lady Fortune; Phi (to her sisters); Black cat. █OCCUPATION ▬ None of your concern
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5'4" █WEIGHT ▬ 140 lbs
█HAIR ▬ Chestnut/Thick/Shoulder-length/Slightly wavy █CLOTHING ▬ She enjoys a kind of Steampunk fashion, usually wearing anything from dresses to skirts to pants and blouses but she is especially fond of corsets and boots. █ACCESSORIES ▬ The walking cane she walks with casually; Make-up; Lace gloves. █EYES ▬ Sea-blue █BUILD ▬ Slight hourglass figure with a slender, lean-muscle build █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ She has hidden whip and knife scars from her past, but most are found along her back and chest. Faint scar just under her right eyelid. █MARKINGS ▬ A fist-sized branding in the shape of a flame/fire that is on the back of her neck.
██ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Being in the right place at the right time. █Bonus Talent ▬ Reading people. █Other Talents ▬ Agile; Silent step █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Marksmanship. █Weakest Skill ▬ Standing still for too long. █Other Skills ▬ Deft Hand-eye coordination; Baking; Bluffing.
█LIKES █ ▬ Card games/Torture/Fire █ ▬ Putting things in the hands of Fate (most of the time)/Her sisters. █ ▬ Strawberry milkshakes/Saltwater taffy/Dried fruit/Strawberries/Pistachios/Hot Cinnamon Candies. █ ▬ Pretty things/Steampunk style █ ▬ Cats/Rats/Ravens/Spiders █DISLIKES █ ▬ Giving/Receiving Mercy █ ▬ Damage/Losing to her cards █ ▬ Losing/Being touched █ ▬ Alligators/Dogs/Pigs █ ▬ Aquaphobia; Nostophobia █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ She comes off as malicious, cold, sadistic, and uncaring. And she is to those that don't know her the best. Slightly insane in the sense that she leaves almost everything in the hands of "Lady Fortune", she tends to only plead with Fate when it comes to her sisters. She also has a childish personality in the form of tantrums if she loses. Quick to anger and quick to change her mind, she loves games. When she is extremely upset, she will start humming nursery rhymes to calm herself. █Vernacular ▬ (0:00-0:53) Her voice carries a soft rasp that holds a dark allure. █Positive Traits ▬ Loyal to Fate; Honors her word; Protective of her sisters. █Negative Traits ▬ Childish; Fiery temper; Will cause harm to others without a second thought.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬
Her mother and father were destitute weapons tradespeople, in the Country of Atlas before its fall. Tyche was born by…distasteful conception when her “father” failed to repay a debt to his loan sharks one night; part of an evil faction at Atlas that acted much like a Mafia of sorts. Giving birth to another girl of the two they already had, he had no sons to carry his name. It was never hidden that both her mother and father resented their b*****d child as she was growing up; as she was a bitter reminder to her mother of that awful night, and to the man that raised her had no connection with and never met her sperm-donor. Her sisters were not so cruel to the child they called “sister” though. Instead, they would try and protect her when they could, while growing up in that messed up house.
Neglect was something she had learned early in life, at the age of two. Her mother was expecting another child that would later turn out to be a younger sister. Another sibling that she could call family and friend. One she would adoringly protect as well, with the help of their older sisters in the future. Though still, she would be the focus of all their father’s anger.
Growing up, Tyche learned the best way to not get a beating from their drunk of a father was to step with stealth. Her sisters kept her company when their father was in one of his moods, keeping her safe in the attic that they would play in. On particularly bad nights, she would be brought down into the basement by their “father”. Their mother, the passive b***h, never saved her from her father’s abuse, sometimes even watching as she was whipped or struck with a knife for misbehaving; sometimes even for doing nothing at all, or for what wasn’t her fault. They thought she was a quiet mouse, but the truth was that a dark hole was already starting to consume the child with each strike to her; the desire to cause them the pain that they had done unto her was starting to peek ideas in her twisted mind.
If it weren’t for her sisters, she would have probably died a long time ago. She considered it a merciful stroke of Fate when they stepped in; taking care of her or bringing her food when she was safely in the “tower” of the house after nearly bleeding to death (sometimes she would find herself there after not waking for days at a time). It was not until she was ten years old that her second eldest sibling began to teach her how to defend herself with simple dodge and strikes. Speed she would learn, could become her greatest ally in this moment of her youth. It was not all dark though, as when she was eight, she had started to be home-schooled. Of course, it was also at the age of eight that she had earned a cane after being pushed down a flight of stone steps by some rushing kids, injuring her left leg for almost a week. This cane would stay with her throughout her life.
Throughout her youth, she would watch as others would gamble in games and pray or listen as others talked about Lady Fate. This talk soon got her looking into Fate and Fortune herself. Finding it fitting, she began to adopt the ideas that if she put herself in the hands of Fate: what would it do, and how could she twist it to her favor? Deciding to take advantage of their so-called “father’s” lessons in cards and bookmaking; she would learn the games, even winning now and again by the time she was six years of age. The winnings Tyche earned would be hidden away in a toy she possessed after her first game of chance, and with the earnings, bought herself a deck of metal-bladed cards at the age of nine; she loved to feel them in her hands. Saving the rest for the day they were to run; if Fate ever gave her the chance.
In her youth, she really didn’t have any friends other than her sisters (learning later that they were all she needed). Especially her younger sister as she found comfort in the young one looking to her; she felt protective of Flavia after all. Though she would no longer need the cane, the child would keep it with her; feeling comfort with it in her dainty-looking hands as she walked. Quietly taking her beatings as they came, she would only scream when their father broke her flesh; scars ever thicker as they recovered.
By her twelfth summer, she would meet a special group of children that were a ragtag group of sorts. Figuring they were nice enough, she would hang around town with them. By the autumn of her twelfth year though, she would find they were…verminous rats. As she was walking home late one night she was surprised and curious to see some of the older kids running from a small house; it was familiar since it was a small town. It both fascinated and horrified her as she heard screams and began to see flames licking the inside interior; she had been frozen to her place. The people that ran to help were all a blur in the young girl’s vision as her attention was solely on the burning house just a yard from her. Known for being a rather unnervingly quiet child, even in school, it was no surprise that she would be blamed for the Arson…The only thing that hurt was when the older children had pointed the finger at her! Try as the sisters might, Tyche was found guilty and therefore imprisoned for nearly two months before being held down as they branded the virgin flesh at the back of her neck with the shape of a small flame.
It had taken weeks to heal, and not long to grow her chestnut locks long enough to cover the forsaken mark. It only added to her conviction that everyone that wronged her must die! Of course, she was wise enough to hide this seething loathing, believing Lady Fate would show her the right time to strike, and then they would all pay! Like those children that had called her “friend”; they never mocked her again when her and her older sisters dealt with them quietly during one stormy night…none would speak of what happened.
Though rare, there were some not-so-dark moments in her life (like the secret picnics held on the hill by her sisters just outside their town every now and then). One day she would always keep fondly in her memories was when she was turning thirteen, the circus was in Atlas. Her sisters and herself were able to sneak under the tarp tent, watching from under the bleachers. They knew they shouldn’t have, but the magic, music, and wonder of it all was just otherworldly; it was enough to make them all forget the darkness of their lives, if even for a little while. Eyes full of childlike wonder, they would all jump at the feel of a hand tapping their shoulders. They had been caught! The small people that had caught them stayed with the girls until the end of the show though, allowing them to watch. When the performances were over, and the crowds were filing out of the big tent, the girls were nervous and escorted to another part of the fields. It would appear that they were being taken to the campers of the circus performers and it was not easy to not stare in awe; though they knew better and would not stare for long. In front of a bonfire, the ringleader (a man dressed in flashy red clothing and a large top hat) stood and would greet the girls kindly. Her eyes would momentarily rest upon a kind face, a ram faunus? She had remembered his performance favorably before her attention was back on the tall, older gentleman before the sisters. He was kind to them, and even invited them to join them for a meal, meet a few of the performers. Tyche had taken a shine to the knife-thrower who was only too happy to teach her and her younger sister with his daggers. That night before bed, she gave thanks to Lady Fate for such a memorable birthday.
The rest of the thirteenth year was much the same until a late night of playing with her cards. She had been working on a system of symbolism of her own to commune with Lady Fate. On one momentous full moon, around midnight or so, she held a particular question in mind as she shuffled it before selecting from the deck a single card; the king of diamonds. A smile slowly graced her lips as she would giggle darkly. The time was near, and she had a plan as she would sleep peacefully that night.
Preparing for the day that she would have to take her sisters away from their “prison” of a house, she was not blind nor deaf to the growing troubles of their kingdom. Finally, at the age of fourteen, while Atlas was in chaos and being evacuated due to the Grimm and other desolations around them, she would make sure her sisters were out of the house, she being the last sister out before their house began to burn. The sisters would turn away, screams of those around them (or maybe from inside the house) deafening as the girls would escape to safety with other civilians that night. It was also that night that they would take the long-planned surname, Nerigatti.
Alone in the world other than each other, the Nerigatti sisters would feel freedom at last. The ship they sailed upon with many other Atlas survivors would find their cold and choppy seas left behind as they headed more towards the kingdom of Vale for safety. It was as they sailed that Tyche’s “communions” with Fate would grow more frequent, warding her elder sisters’ concerns but they did not question their younger sister; they had come to respect their sister’s strength and enduring soul, so to speak, but feared for her sanity. It would be a long journey to their new home, and all seemed quiet for now.
They would spend nearly two weeks on the retched seas before they would dock at the harbors of Vale. The sisters were safe now. In a small amount of time that passed, the girls would open up a small bar and game house just outside the commercial area of Vale with the money they had with them (ironic as it was). They would save up enough in the years that pass to buy a small, secluded plot of land with a modest home; they enjoyed their privacy of course. The sisters also invested in the building of a small shed on their property for “projects”. During one of the projects, Tyche would earn a scar just under her right eye; anyone that asks, she says a “mouse” caught her by surprise.
█Family ▬ Mnason Aeschylus Lauretum ("Father" - Deceased at age 47), Seraphina Domitia Lauretum (Mother - deceased at age 43), Blandina Aquila Nerigatti (Eldest, Age 26), Alba Agrippa Nerigatti (Second Eldest, Age 22), Seraphina Tyche Nerigatti (Second Youngest, Age 19), Flavia Luciana (Mneme) Nerigatti (Youngest, Age 16)
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Nerigatti █ ▬ Nerigatti in its sheathed form looks like normal black and gold metal bracers with a feline gracing its design. As seen in the image above, the blades of the bracers extend and fasten to create a strong long sword from each bracer. These fastens can also unfasten, changing to a bladed whip by the strong yet flexible metal cord that connects each blade. █Melee Form ▬ Bracer sword █Ranged Form ▬ Bladed-whip form █Other Form(s) ▬ Dagger form, Relaxed/sheathed bracer form █Ammo Type ▬ N/A █ ▬ Can only extend at full-length about 6 feet at most.
█*NAME ▬ Potere Della Fortuna █*AURA COLOR ▬ goldenrod █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Her semblance acts as much like a game of Russian Roulette; except with aura cards from the Major Arcana of tarot and produce tangible illusions fueled by her aura. Depending on the card and which way it faces, Lady Luck either smiles upon her or her target. Effects can last anywhere from 3 posts; unless specified. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ Able to draw up to 4 cards █*LEVEL 1 ▬ Able to draw up to 9 cards █*LEVEL 2 ▬ Able to draw up to 15 cards █*LEVEL 3 ▬ Able to draw up to 22 cards █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Completely random; so it could backfire on her. Must have at least one hand free. Cards drawn must be used. Only able to draw 1 card/post. 5 Post cool down after max number of cards drawn. █*NOTES █ Roll ▬ Normal // Reversed █ 1 ▬ 0 Fool: Allows her to create the illusion of someone the target trusts and would not attack. // Illusion turns into one of her sisters; leaving her unwilling to attack. █ 2 ▬ I Magician: Tyche is able to create her desired weapon. // Opponent is able to create their desired weapon. █ 3 ▬ II High Priestess: Opponent cannot see/feel evil presence, seeing her as a good person. // Opponent feels/sees evil presence and therefore is not fooled by her deceptions. █ 4 ▬ III Empress: Illusionary vines try to ensnare the opponent. // Illusionary vines try to ensnare Tyche. █ 5 ▬ IV Emperor: Tyche is able to implement 1 nonlethal rule that gives her an advantage in the game. // Opponent is able to create 1 nonlethal rule that would give them an advantage in the game. █ 6 ▬ V Hierophant: Tyche gains a skill of her choice; Opponent gains a weakest skill // Opponent gains an extra skill; Tyche gains a weakest skill. █ 7 ▬ VI Lovers: Tyche gains a clear telepathic connection with one person. // Distracting voices keep Tyche from having a clear thought in her head. █ 8 ▬ VII Chariot: Tyche is able to summon a self-operated chariot. // The chariot is summoned for her opponent as a means of escape. █ 9 ▬ VIII Strength: Tyche appears 3x taller/bigger to hers and her opponent's minds. // In hers and her opponent's minds, she appears 1/2 her size. █ 10 ▬ IX Hermit: Able to isolate her opponent in their own mind and unaware of anything else around themselves; trapping them for 2 posts. // Tyche is isolated in her own mind from the world, unaware of anything around herself; trapped for 2 posts. █ 11 ▬ X Wheel of Fortune: The terrain changes to one tilted in Tyche's favor (2 posts). // The terrain changes to favor her opponent (2 posts). █ 12 ▬ XI Justice: If Tyche has a post count that is lower than her opponent, she gets to ask 3 questions (if lower than this is mute) and they have to be truthful. // If her post count is higher than her opponent's, then they may ask her 3 questions without penalty, and she must be truthful. █ 13 ▬ XII Hanged Man: Ropes appear to bind and hang her target upside down, and ropes cannot be broken. // Ropes appear to bind and hang Tyche upside down midair, ropes cannot be broken. █ 14 ▬ XIII Death: Flaming floating skulls are summoned to chase her target (2 posts). // Tyche is chased by said skulls, that will provide bludgeoning damage upon contact (2 posts). █ 15 ▬ XIV Temperance: Tyche and her opponent are relaxed by an illusion of a calm and balanced surroundings (2 posts). // Tyche and her opponent experience an illusionary attack and unease of their surroundings (2 posts). █ 16 ▬ XV Devil: Tyche's opponent is attempted to be bound with a collar that's chained to the ground; if caught, these ten-feet binds cannot be broken (2 posts). // Tyche is attempted to be bound with a collar around her neck that is chained to the ground, these ten-feet bonds cannot be broken if caught (2 posts). █ 17 ▬ XVI Tower: A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height rises up and entraps her opponent (4 posts). // A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height entraps Tyche (4 posts). █ 18 ▬ XVII Star: Any wounds Tyche has endured are felt less; resulting in a feeling of rejuvenation. // Tyche feels their wounds more; resulting in tiredness. █ 19 ▬ XVIII Moon: Tyche can temporarily see through objects; like x-ray vision. // Tyche's sight is filled with darkness, resulting in blindness. █ 20 ▬ XIX Sun: Tyche casts a golden aura; feeling empowered. // Tyche's opponent is cast in that same aura and feels empowered. █ 21 ▬ XX Judgement: Angels of aura appear to help Tyche (2 posts). // Devils of aura appear to cast doubt and hinder Tyche (2 posts). █ 22 ▬ XXI World: Tyche is able to draw 2 aura cards that will benefit her. // Tyche is forced to draw 2 aura cards in reverse/don't benefit her.
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❖❖❖Assessment❖❖❖ Allo there! My name is KnightsRoyal, and I'll be judging your awesome profile tonight!
❖ IV Emperor: Tyche is able to implement 1 nonlethal rule that gives her an advantage in the game. // Opponent is able to create 1 nonlethal rule that would give them an advantage in the game. - So does this enforce the rule? And what game is this talking about? Battle? This is a bit vague. ❖ XII Hanged Man: Ropes appear to bind and hang her target upside down, and ropes cannot be broken. // Ropes appear to bind and hang Tyche upside down midair, ropes cannot be broken. - I get this is random, but it feels as if this is an auto hit if this card is drawn positively. I would like to request a bit of a dice roll/coin toss to at least give the participants, both yourself and your foe a 50% chance of evading the attack? ❖ XVI Tower: A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height rises up and entraps her opponent (4 posts). // A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height entraps Tyche (4 posts). - So they are trapped? What is the circumference of the tower or is it just centered on them and is 15 feet high? Also, again, it seems like it's an auto-hit with a roofed tower trap. I would like to request a bit of a dice roll/coin toss to at least give the participants, both yourself and your foe a 50% chance of evading the attack? ❖ XV Devil: Tyche's opponent is attempted to be bound with a collar that's chained to the ground; if caught, these ten-feet binds cannot be broken (2 posts). // Tyche is attempted to be bound with a collar around her neck that is chained to the ground, these ten-feet bonds cannot be broken if caught (2 posts). - So the chains themselves are completely unbreakable? I get it lasts for two posts, but I can hardly believe that they can be invulnerable to any form of damage. ❖ IX Hermit: Able to isolate her opponent in their own mind and unaware of anything else around themselves; trapping them for 2 posts. // Tyche is isolated in her own mind from the world, unaware of anything around herself; trapped for 2 posts. - So if she draws this card positively, there is no chance of an opponent being able to resist or evade this card? ❖ I do have One Major problem with her semblance and that is the fact that there doesn't seem to be a ranged limit on most of her cards drawn, just a time limit. Is this intentional?
❖❖❖Assessment❖❖❖ Allo there! My name is KnightsRoyal, and I'll be judging your awesome profile tonight!
❖ IV Emperor: Tyche is able to implement 1 nonlethal rule that gives her an advantage in the game. // Opponent is able to create 1 nonlethal rule that would give them an advantage in the game. - So does this enforce the rule? And what game is this talking about? Battle? This is a bit vague. ❖ XII Hanged Man: Ropes appear to bind and hang her target upside down, and ropes cannot be broken. // Ropes appear to bind and hang Tyche upside down midair, ropes cannot be broken. - I get this is random, but it feels as if this is an auto hit if this card is drawn positively. I would like to request a bit of a dice roll/coin toss to at least give the participants, both yourself and your foe a 50% chance of evading the attack? ❖ XVI Tower: A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height rises up and entraps her opponent (4 posts). // A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height entraps Tyche (4 posts). - So they are trapped? What is the circumference of the tower or is it just centered on them and is 15 feet high? Also, again, it seems like it's an auto-hit with a roofed tower trap. I would like to request a bit of a dice roll/coin toss to at least give the participants, both yourself and your foe a 50% chance of evading the attack? ❖ XV Devil: Tyche's opponent is attempted to be bound with a collar that's chained to the ground; if caught, these ten-feet binds cannot be broken (2 posts). // Tyche is attempted to be bound with a collar around her neck that is chained to the ground, these ten-feet bonds cannot be broken if caught (2 posts). - So the chains themselves are completely unbreakable? I get it lasts for two posts, but I can hardly believe that they can be invulnerable to any form of damage. ❖ IX Hermit: Able to isolate her opponent in their own mind and unaware of anything else around themselves; trapping them for 2 posts. // Tyche is isolated in her own mind from the world, unaware of anything around herself; trapped for 2 posts. - So if she draws this card positively, there is no chance of an opponent being able to resist or evade this card? ❖ I do have One Major problem with her semblance and that is the fact that there doesn't seem to be a ranged limit on most of her cards drawn, just a time limit. Is this intentional?
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Hi~! Edits have been made, but I shall also be posting what I've edited:
❖ IV Emperor: I could add - aura enforces it, and say game is specifically this battle used (Or is outside of battle a different rp game). - Example: 1 non-lethal rule she would make is no guns can be used during their game. Or, no blinding the other ❖ IX Hermit: I might say it's not guaranteed if someone has a strong will, but dice roll might be more fair? ❖ XII Hanged Man: a dice roll I can do for this one if it's a hit or miss in the attempt of the aura rope ensnaring either of them. ❖ XV Devil: As for the strength of the chains, they are aura. They are not invulnerable, you are correct. With enough strength, they can be broken. - With the length of chain and it only being around the neck, the victims are able to move up to ten feet. Other than that, all other movement in unimpeded. (at least how I tried to make it). ❖ XVI Tower: Would it be fair to describe circumference as 15 ft around the person? - They are trapped for the duration. - neither can attack one another, giving the freed a chance to recoup and/or escape. - it is translucent-like. - Okay, then shall I add that the top is open ❖ As for range, maybe 10 meters from her person sound fair? ❖ As for the rest of them, would it seem more fair if I placed the word "try" in the ones that appear to be like auto-hits? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - Added: █TATTOOS ▬ Red Diamond on her right wrist (♢).
█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ N/A █*PARTNER(S) ▬ N/A █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lady Fortune; Phi (to her sisters); Black cat. █OCCUPATION ▬ None of your concern
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5'4" █WEIGHT ▬ 140 lbs
█HAIR ▬ Chestnut/Thick/Shoulder-length/Slightly wavy █CLOTHING ▬ She enjoys a kind of Steampunk fashion, usually wearing anything from dresses to skirts to pants and blouses but she is especially fond of corsets and boots. █ACCESSORIES ▬ The walking cane she walks with casually; Make-up; Lace gloves. █EYES ▬ Sea-blue █BUILD ▬ Slight hourglass figure with a slender, lean-muscle build █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ She has hidden whip and knife scars from her past, but most are found along her back and chest. Faint scar just under her right eyelid. █MARKINGS ▬ A fist-sized branding in the shape of a flame/fire that is on the back of her neck.
██ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Being in the right place at the right time. █Bonus Talent ▬ Reading people. █Other Talents ▬ Agile; Silent step █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Marksmanship. █Weakest Skill ▬ Standing still for too long. █Other Skills ▬ Deft Hand-eye coordination; Baking; Bluffing.
█LIKES █ ▬ Card games/Torture/Fire █ ▬ Putting things in the hands of Fate (most of the time)/Her sisters. █ ▬ Strawberry milkshakes/Saltwater taffy/Dried fruit/Strawberries/Pistachios/Hot Cinnamon Candies. █ ▬ Pretty things/Steampunk style █ ▬ Cats/Rats/Ravens/Spiders █DISLIKES █ ▬ Giving/Receiving Mercy █ ▬ Damage/Losing to her cards █ ▬ Losing/Being touched █ ▬ Alligators/Dogs/Pigs █ ▬ Aquaphobia; Nostophobia █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ She comes off as malicious, cold, sadistic, and uncaring. And she is to those that don't know her the best. Slightly insane in the sense that she leaves almost everything in the hands of "Lady Fortune", she tends to only plead with Fate when it comes to her sisters. She also has a childish personality in the form of tantrums if she loses. Quick to anger and quick to change her mind, she loves games. When she is extremely upset, she will start humming nursery rhymes to calm herself. █Vernacular ▬ (0:00-0:53) Her voice carries a soft rasp that holds a dark allure. █Positive Traits ▬ Loyal to Fate; Honors her word; Protective of her sisters. █Negative Traits ▬ Childish; Fiery temper; Will cause harm to others without a second thought.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬
Her mother and father were destitute weapons tradespeople, in the Country of Atlas before its fall. Tyche was born by…distasteful conception when her “father” failed to repay a debt to his loan sharks one night; part of an evil faction at Atlas that acted much like a Mafia of sorts. Giving birth to another girl of the two they already had, he had no sons to carry his name. It was never hidden that both her mother and father resented their b*****d child as she was growing up; as she was a bitter reminder to her mother of that awful night, and to the man that raised her had no connection with and never met her sperm-donor. Her sisters were not so cruel to the child they called “sister” though. Instead, they would try and protect her when they could, while growing up in that messed up house.
Neglect was something she had learned early in life, at the age of two. Her mother was expecting another child that would later turn out to be a younger sister. Another sibling that she could call family and friend. One she would adoringly protect as well, with the help of their older sisters in the future. Though still, she would be the focus of all their father’s anger.
Growing up, Tyche learned the best way to not get a beating from their drunk of a father was to step with stealth. Her sisters kept her company when their father was in one of his moods, keeping her safe in the attic that they would play in. On particularly bad nights, she would be brought down into the basement by their “father”. Their mother, the passive b***h, never saved her from her father’s abuse, sometimes even watching as she was whipped or struck with a knife for misbehaving; sometimes even for doing nothing at all, or for what wasn’t her fault. They thought she was a quiet mouse, but the truth was that a dark hole was already starting to consume the child with each strike to her; the desire to cause them the pain that they had done unto her was starting to peek ideas in her twisted mind.
If it weren’t for her sisters, she would have probably died a long time ago. She considered it a merciful stroke of Fate when they stepped in; taking care of her or bringing her food when she was safely in the “tower” of the house after nearly bleeding to death (sometimes she would find herself there after not waking for days at a time). It was not until she was ten years old that her second eldest sibling began to teach her how to defend herself with simple dodge and strikes. Speed she would learn, could become her greatest ally in this moment of her youth. It was not all dark though, as when she was eight, she had started to be home-schooled. Of course, it was also at the age of eight that she had earned a cane after being pushed down a flight of stone steps by some rushing kids, injuring her left leg for almost a week. This cane would stay with her throughout her life.
Throughout her youth, she would watch as others would gamble in games and pray or listen as others talked about Lady Fate. This talk soon got her looking into Fate and Fortune herself. Finding it fitting, she began to adopt the ideas that if she put herself in the hands of Fate: what would it do, and how could she twist it to her favor? Deciding to take advantage of their so-called “father’s” lessons in cards and bookmaking; she would learn the games, even winning now and again by the time she was six years of age. The winnings Tyche earned would be hidden away in a toy she possessed after her first game of chance, and with the earnings, bought herself a deck of metal-bladed cards at the age of nine; she loved to feel them in her hands. Saving the rest for the day they were to run; if Fate ever gave her the chance.
In her youth, she really didn’t have any friends other than her sisters (learning later that they were all she needed). Especially her younger sister as she found comfort in the young one looking to her; she felt protective of Flavia after all. Though she would no longer need the cane, the child would keep it with her; feeling comfort with it in her dainty-looking hands as she walked. Quietly taking her beatings as they came, she would only scream when their father broke her flesh; scars ever thicker as they recovered.
By her twelfth summer, she would meet a special group of children that were a ragtag group of sorts. Figuring they were nice enough, she would hang around town with them. By the autumn of her twelfth year though, she would find they were…verminous rats. As she was walking home late one night she was surprised and curious to see some of the older kids running from a small house; it was familiar since it was a small town. It both fascinated and horrified her as she heard screams and began to see flames licking the inside interior; she had been frozen to her place. The people that ran to help were all a blur in the young girl’s vision as her attention was solely on the burning house just a yard from her. Known for being a rather unnervingly quiet child, even in school, it was no surprise that she would be blamed for the Arson…The only thing that hurt was when the older children had pointed the finger at her! Try as the sisters might, Tyche was found guilty and therefore imprisoned for nearly two months before being held down as they branded the virgin flesh at the back of her neck with the shape of a small flame.
It had taken weeks to heal, and not long to grow her chestnut locks long enough to cover the forsaken mark. It only added to her conviction that everyone that wronged her must die! Of course, she was wise enough to hide this seething loathing, believing Lady Fate would show her the right time to strike, and then they would all pay! Like those children that had called her “friend”; they never mocked her again when her and her older sisters dealt with them quietly during one stormy night…none would speak of what happened.
Though rare, there were some not-so-dark moments in her life (like the secret picnics held on the hill by her sisters just outside their town every now and then). One day she would always keep fondly in her memories was when she was turning thirteen, the circus was in Atlas. Her sisters and herself were able to sneak under the tarp tent, watching from under the bleachers. They knew they shouldn’t have, but the magic, music, and wonder of it all was just otherworldly; it was enough to make them all forget the darkness of their lives, if even for a little while. Eyes full of childlike wonder, they would all jump at the feel of a hand tapping their shoulders. They had been caught! The small people that had caught them stayed with the girls until the end of the show though, allowing them to watch. When the performances were over, and the crowds were filing out of the big tent, the girls were nervous and escorted to another part of the fields. It would appear that they were being taken to the campers of the circus performers and it was not easy to not stare in awe; though they knew better and would not stare for long. In front of a bonfire, the ringleader (a man dressed in flashy red clothing and a large top hat) stood and would greet the girls kindly. Her eyes would momentarily rest upon a kind face, a ram faunus? She had remembered his performance favorably before her attention was back on the tall, older gentleman before the sisters. He was kind to them, and even invited them to join them for a meal, meet a few of the performers. Tyche had taken a shine to the knife-thrower who was only too happy to teach her and her younger sister with his daggers. That night before bed, she gave thanks to Lady Fate for such a memorable birthday.
The rest of the thirteenth year was much the same until a late night of playing with her cards. She had been working on a system of symbolism of her own to commune with Lady Fate. On one momentous full moon, around midnight or so, she held a particular question in mind as she shuffled it before selecting from the deck a single card; the king of diamonds. A smile slowly graced her lips as she would giggle darkly. The time was near, and she had a plan as she would sleep peacefully that night.
Preparing for the day that she would have to take her sisters away from their “prison” of a house, she was not blind nor deaf to the growing troubles of their kingdom. Finally, at the age of fourteen, while Atlas was in chaos and being evacuated due to the Grimm and other desolations around them, she would make sure her sisters were out of the house, she being the last sister out before their house began to burn. The sisters would turn away, screams of those around them (or maybe from inside the house) deafening as the girls would escape to safety with other civilians that night. It was also that night that they would take the long-planned surname, Nerigatti.
Alone in the world other than each other, the Nerigatti sisters would feel freedom at last. The ship they sailed upon with many other Atlas survivors would find their cold and choppy seas left behind as they headed more towards the kingdom of Vale for safety. It was as they sailed that Tyche’s “communions” with Fate would grow more frequent, warding her elder sisters’ concerns but they did not question their younger sister; they had come to respect their sister’s strength and enduring soul, so to speak, but feared for her sanity. It would be a long journey to their new home, and all seemed quiet for now.
They would spend nearly two weeks on the retched seas before they would dock at the harbors of Vale. The sisters were safe now. In a small amount of time that passed, the girls would open up a small bar and game house just outside the commercial area of Vale with the money they had with them (ironic as it was). They would save up enough in the years that pass to buy a small, secluded plot of land with a modest home; they enjoyed their privacy of course. The sisters also invested in the building of a small shed on their property for “projects”. During one of the projects, Tyche would earn a scar just under her right eye; anyone that asks, she says a “mouse” caught her by surprise.
█Family ▬ Mnason Aeschylus Lauretum ("Father" - Deceased at age 47), Seraphina Domitia Lauretum (Mother - deceased at age 43), Blandina Aquila Nerigatti (Eldest, Age 26), Alba Agrippa Nerigatti (Second Eldest, Age 22), Seraphina Tyche Nerigatti (Second Youngest, Age 19), Flavia Luciana (Mneme) Nerigatti (Youngest, Age 16)
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Nerigatti █ ▬ Nerigatti in its sheathed form looks like normal black and gold metal bracers with a feline gracing its design. As seen in the image above, the blades of the bracers extend and fasten to create a strong long sword from each bracer. These fastens can also unfasten, changing to a bladed whip by the strong yet flexible metal cord that connects each blade. █Melee Form ▬ Bracer sword █Ranged Form ▬ Bladed-whip form █Other Form(s) ▬ Dagger form, Relaxed/sheathed bracer form █Ammo Type ▬ N/A █ ▬ Can only extend at full-length about 6 feet at most.
█*NAME ▬ Potere Della Fortuna █*AURA COLOR ▬ goldenrod █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Her semblance acts as much like a game of Russian Roulette; except with aura cards from the Major Arcana of tarot and produce tangible illusions fueled by her aura. Depending on the card and which way it faces, Lady Luck either smiles upon her or her target. Effects can last anywhere from 3 posts; unless specified. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ Able to draw up to 4 cards █*LEVEL 1 ▬ Able to draw up to 9 cards █*LEVEL 2 ▬ Able to draw up to 15 cards █*LEVEL 3 ▬ Able to draw up to 22 cards █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Completely random; so it could backfire on her. Must have at least one hand free. Cards drawn must be used. Only able to draw 1 card/post. 5 Post cool down after max number of cards drawn. █*NOTES █ Roll ▬ Normal // Reversed █ 1 ▬ 0 Fool: Allows her to create the illusion of someone the target trusts and would not attack. // Illusion turns into one of her sisters; leaving her unwilling to attack. █ 2 ▬ I Magician: Tyche is able to create her desired weapon. // Opponent is able to create their desired weapon. █ 3 ▬ II High Priestess: Opponent cannot see/feel evil presence, seeing her as a good person. // Opponent feels/sees evil presence and therefore is not fooled by her deceptions. █ 4 ▬ III Empress: Illusionary vines try to ensnare the opponent. // Illusionary vines try to ensnare Tyche. █ 5 ▬ IV Emperor: Tyche is able to implement 1 nonlethal rule that gives her an advantage in the game. // Opponent is able to create 1 nonlethal rule that would give them an advantage in the game. █ 6 ▬ V Hierophant: Tyche gains a skill of her choice; Opponent gains a weakest skill // Opponent gains an extra skill; Tyche gains a weakest skill. █ 7 ▬ VI Lovers: Tyche gains a clear telepathic connection with one person. // Distracting voices keep Tyche from having a clear thought in her head. █ 8 ▬ VII Chariot: Tyche is able to summon a self-operated chariot. // The chariot is summoned for her opponent as a means of escape. █ 9 ▬ VIII Strength: Tyche appears 3x taller/bigger to hers and her opponent's minds. // In hers and her opponent's minds, she appears 1/2 her size. █ 10 ▬ IX Hermit: Able to isolate her opponent in their own mind and unaware of anything else around themselves; trapping them for 2 posts. // Tyche is isolated in her own mind from the world, unaware of anything around herself; trapped for 2 posts. █ 11 ▬ X Wheel of Fortune: The terrain changes to one tilted in Tyche's favor (2 posts). // The terrain changes to favor her opponent (2 posts). █ 12 ▬ XI Justice: If Tyche has a post count that is lower than her opponent, she gets to ask 3 questions (if lower than this is mute) and they have to be truthful. // If her post count is higher than her opponent's, then they may ask her 3 questions without penalty, and she must be truthful. █ 13 ▬ XII Hanged Man: Ropes appear to bind and hang her target upside down, and ropes cannot be broken. // Ropes appear to bind and hang Tyche upside down midair, ropes cannot be broken. █ 14 ▬ XIII Death: Flaming floating skulls are summoned to chase her target (2 posts). // Tyche is chased by said skulls, that will provide bludgeoning damage upon contact (2 posts). █ 15 ▬ XIV Temperance: Tyche and her opponent are relaxed by an illusion of a calm and balanced surroundings (2 posts). // Tyche and her opponent experience an illusionary attack and unease of their surroundings (2 posts). █ 16 ▬ XV Devil: Tyche's opponent is attempted to be bound with a collar that's chained to the ground; if caught, these ten-feet binds cannot be broken (2 posts). // Tyche is attempted to be bound with a collar around her neck that is chained to the ground, these ten-feet bonds cannot be broken if caught (2 posts). █ 17 ▬ XVI Tower: A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height rises up and entraps her opponent (4 posts). // A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height entraps Tyche (4 posts). █ 18 ▬ XVII Star: Any wounds Tyche has endured are felt less; resulting in a feeling of rejuvenation. // Tyche feels their wounds more; resulting in tiredness. █ 19 ▬ XVIII Moon: Tyche can temporarily see through objects; like x-ray vision. // Tyche's sight is filled with darkness, resulting in blindness. █ 20 ▬ XIX Sun: Tyche casts a golden aura; feeling empowered. // Tyche's opponent is cast in that same aura and feels empowered. █ 21 ▬ XX Judgement: Angels of aura appear to help Tyche (2 posts). // Devils of aura appear to cast doubt and hinder Tyche (2 posts). █ 22 ▬ XXI World: Tyche is able to draw 2 aura cards that will benefit her. // Tyche is forced to draw 2 aura cards in reverse/don't benefit her.
narxfang
xLulie
Deadly_Tiger
Youroka Kage
Alysian Virago
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Apathetic Writer
❖❖❖Assessment❖❖❖ Allo there! My name is KnightsRoyal, and I'll be judging your awesome profile tonight!
❖ Just one minor detail change and you might be ready to be approved: weakest skill should be changed from being too patient to being impatient, and expand as to why this is her weakest skill since it needs to be exploitable in combat.
█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ N/A █*PARTNER(S) ▬ N/A █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lady Fortune; Phi (to her sisters); Black cat. █OCCUPATION ▬ None of your concern
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5'4" █WEIGHT ▬ 140 lbs
█HAIR ▬ Chestnut/Thick/Shoulder-length/Slightly wavy █CLOTHING ▬ She enjoys a kind of Steampunk fashion, usually wearing anything from dresses to skirts to pants and blouses but she is especially fond of corsets and boots. █ACCESSORIES ▬ The walking cane she walks with casually; Make-up; Lace gloves. █EYES ▬ Sea-blue █BUILD ▬ Slight hourglass figure with a slender, lean-muscle build █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ She has hidden whip and knife scars from her past, but most are found along her back and chest. Faint scar just under her right eyelid. █MARKINGS ▬ A fist-sized branding in the shape of a flame/fire that is on the back of her neck.
██ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Being in the right place at the right time. █Bonus Talent ▬ Reading people. █Other Talents ▬ Agile; Silent step █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Marksmanship. █Weakest Skill ▬ Standing still for too long. █Other Skills ▬ Deft Hand-eye coordination; Baking; Bluffing.
█LIKES █ ▬ Card games/Torture/Fire █ ▬ Putting things in the hands of Fate (most of the time)/Her sisters. █ ▬ Strawberry milkshakes/Saltwater taffy/Dried fruit/Strawberries/Pistachios/Hot Cinnamon Candies. █ ▬ Pretty things/Steampunk style █ ▬ Cats/Rats/Ravens/Spiders █DISLIKES █ ▬ Giving/Receiving Mercy █ ▬ Damage/Losing to her cards █ ▬ Losing/Being touched █ ▬ Alligators/Dogs/Pigs █ ▬ Aquaphobia; Nostophobia █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ She comes off as malicious, cold, sadistic, and uncaring. And she is to those that don't know her the best. Slightly insane in the sense that she leaves almost everything in the hands of "Lady Fortune", she tends to only plead with Fate when it comes to her sisters. She also has a childish personality in the form of tantrums if she loses. Quick to anger and quick to change her mind, she loves games. When she is extremely upset, she will start humming nursery rhymes to calm herself. █Vernacular ▬ (0:00-0:53) Her voice carries a soft rasp that holds a dark allure. █Positive Traits ▬ Loyal to Fate; Honors her word; Protective of her sisters. █Negative Traits ▬ Childish; Fiery temper; Will cause harm to others without a second thought.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬
Her mother and father were destitute weapons tradespeople, in the Country of Atlas before its fall. Tyche was born by…distasteful conception when her “father” failed to repay a debt to his loan sharks one night; part of an evil faction at Atlas that acted much like a Mafia of sorts. Giving birth to another girl of the two they already had, he had no sons to carry his name. It was never hidden that both her mother and father resented their b*****d child as she was growing up; as she was a bitter reminder to her mother of that awful night, and to the man that raised her had no connection with and never met her sperm-donor. Her sisters were not so cruel to the child they called “sister” though. Instead, they would try and protect her when they could, while growing up in that messed up house.
Neglect was something she had learned early in life, at the age of two. Her mother was expecting another child that would later turn out to be a younger sister. Another sibling that she could call family and friend. One she would adoringly protect as well, with the help of their older sisters in the future. Though still, she would be the focus of all their father’s anger.
Growing up, Tyche learned the best way to not get a beating from their drunk of a father was to step with stealth. Her sisters kept her company when their father was in one of his moods, keeping her safe in the attic that they would play in. On particularly bad nights, she would be brought down into the basement by their “father”. Their mother, the passive b***h, never saved her from her father’s abuse, sometimes even watching as she was whipped or struck with a knife for misbehaving; sometimes even for doing nothing at all, or for what wasn’t her fault. They thought she was a quiet mouse, but the truth was that a dark hole was already starting to consume the child with each strike to her; the desire to cause them the pain that they had done unto her was starting to peek ideas in her twisted mind.
If it weren’t for her sisters, she would have probably died a long time ago. She considered it a merciful stroke of Fate when they stepped in; taking care of her or bringing her food when she was safely in the “tower” of the house after nearly bleeding to death (sometimes she would find herself there after not waking for days at a time). It was not until she was ten years old that her second eldest sibling began to teach her how to defend herself with simple dodge and strikes. Speed she would learn, could become her greatest ally in this moment of her youth. It was not all dark though, as when she was eight, she had started to be home-schooled. Of course, it was also at the age of eight that she had earned a cane after being pushed down a flight of stone steps by some rushing kids, injuring her left leg for almost a week. This cane would stay with her throughout her life.
Throughout her youth, she would watch as others would gamble in games and pray or listen as others talked about Lady Fate. This talk soon got her looking into Fate and Fortune herself. Finding it fitting, she began to adopt the ideas that if she put herself in the hands of Fate: what would it do, and how could she twist it to her favor? Deciding to take advantage of their so-called “father’s” lessons in cards and bookmaking; she would learn the games, even winning now and again by the time she was six years of age. The winnings Tyche earned would be hidden away in a toy she possessed after her first game of chance, and with the earnings, bought herself a deck of metal-bladed cards at the age of nine; she loved to feel them in her hands. Saving the rest for the day they were to run; if Fate ever gave her the chance.
In her youth, she really didn’t have any friends other than her sisters (learning later that they were all she needed). Especially her younger sister as she found comfort in the young one looking to her; she felt protective of Flavia after all. Though she would no longer need the cane, the child would keep it with her; feeling comfort with it in her dainty-looking hands as she walked. Quietly taking her beatings as they came, she would only scream when their father broke her flesh; scars ever thicker as they recovered.
By her twelfth summer, she would meet a special group of children that were a ragtag group of sorts. Figuring they were nice enough, she would hang around town with them. By the autumn of her twelfth year though, she would find they were…verminous rats. As she was walking home late one night she was surprised and curious to see some of the older kids running from a small house; it was familiar since it was a small town. It both fascinated and horrified her as she heard screams and began to see flames licking the inside interior; she had been frozen to her place. The people that ran to help were all a blur in the young girl’s vision as her attention was solely on the burning house just a yard from her. Known for being a rather unnervingly quiet child, even in school, it was no surprise that she would be blamed for the Arson…The only thing that hurt was when the older children had pointed the finger at her! Try as the sisters might, Tyche was found guilty and therefore imprisoned for nearly two months before being held down as they branded the virgin flesh at the back of her neck with the shape of a small flame.
It had taken weeks to heal, and not long to grow her chestnut locks long enough to cover the forsaken mark. It only added to her conviction that everyone that wronged her must die! Of course, she was wise enough to hide this seething loathing, believing Lady Fate would show her the right time to strike, and then they would all pay! Like those children that had called her “friend”; they never mocked her again when her and her older sisters dealt with them quietly during one stormy night…none would speak of what happened.
Though rare, there were some not-so-dark moments in her life (like the secret picnics held on the hill by her sisters just outside their town every now and then). One day she would always keep fondly in her memories was when she was turning thirteen, the circus was in Atlas. Her sisters and herself were able to sneak under the tarp tent, watching from under the bleachers. They knew they shouldn’t have, but the magic, music, and wonder of it all was just otherworldly; it was enough to make them all forget the darkness of their lives, if even for a little while. Eyes full of childlike wonder, they would all jump at the feel of a hand tapping their shoulders. They had been caught! The small people that had caught them stayed with the girls until the end of the show though, allowing them to watch. When the performances were over, and the crowds were filing out of the big tent, the girls were nervous and escorted to another part of the fields. It would appear that they were being taken to the campers of the circus performers and it was not easy to not stare in awe; though they knew better and would not stare for long. In front of a bonfire, the ringleader (a man dressed in flashy red clothing and a large top hat) stood and would greet the girls kindly. Her eyes would momentarily rest upon a kind face, a ram faunus? She had remembered his performance favorably before her attention was back on the tall, older gentleman before the sisters. He was kind to them, and even invited them to join them for a meal, meet a few of the performers. Tyche had taken a shine to the knife-thrower who was only too happy to teach her and her younger sister with his daggers. That night before bed, she gave thanks to Lady Fate for such a memorable birthday.
The rest of the thirteenth year was much the same until a late night of playing with her cards. She had been working on a system of symbolism of her own to commune with Lady Fate. On one momentous full moon, around midnight or so, she held a particular question in mind as she shuffled it before selecting from the deck a single card; the king of diamonds. A smile slowly graced her lips as she would giggle darkly. The time was near, and she had a plan as she would sleep peacefully that night.
Preparing for the day that she would have to take her sisters away from their “prison” of a house, she was not blind nor deaf to the growing troubles of their kingdom. Finally, at the age of fourteen, while Atlas was in chaos and being evacuated due to the Grimm and other desolations around them, she would make sure her sisters were out of the house, she being the last sister out before their house began to burn. The sisters would turn away, screams of those around them (or maybe from inside the house) deafening as the girls would escape to safety with other civilians that night. It was also that night that they would take the long-planned surname, Nerigatti.
Alone in the world other than each other, the Nerigatti sisters would feel freedom at last. The ship they sailed upon with many other Atlas survivors would find their cold and choppy seas left behind as they headed more towards the kingdom of Vale for safety. It was as they sailed that Tyche’s “communions” with Fate would grow more frequent, warding her elder sisters’ concerns but they did not question their younger sister; they had come to respect their sister’s strength and enduring soul, so to speak, but feared for her sanity. It would be a long journey to their new home, and all seemed quiet for now.
They would spend nearly two weeks on the retched seas before they would dock at the harbors of Vale. The sisters were safe now. In a small amount of time that passed, the girls would open up a small bar and game house just outside the commercial area of Vale with the money they had with them (ironic as it was). They would save up enough in the years that pass to buy a small, secluded plot of land with a modest home; they enjoyed their privacy of course. The sisters also invested in the building of a small shed on their property for “projects”. During one of the projects, Tyche would earn a scar just under her right eye; anyone that asks, she says a “mouse” caught her by surprise.
█Family ▬ Mnason Aeschylus Lauretum ("Father" - Deceased at age 47), Seraphina Domitia Lauretum (Mother - deceased at age 43), Blandina Aquila Nerigatti (Eldest, Age 26), Alba Agrippa Nerigatti (Second Eldest, Age 22), Seraphina Tyche Nerigatti (Second Youngest, Age 19), Flavia Luciana (Mneme) Nerigatti (Youngest, Age 16)
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Nerigatti █ ▬ Nerigatti in its sheathed form looks like normal black and gold metal bracers with a feline gracing its design. As seen in the image above, the blades of the bracers extend and fasten to create a strong long sword from each bracer. These fastens can also unfasten, changing to a bladed whip by the strong yet flexible metal cord that connects each blade. █Melee Form ▬ Bracer sword █Ranged Form ▬ Bladed-whip form █Other Form(s) ▬ Dagger form, Relaxed/sheathed bracer form █Ammo Type ▬ N/A █ ▬ Can only extend at full-length about 6 feet at most.
█*NAME ▬ Potere Della Fortuna █*AURA COLOR ▬ goldenrod █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Her semblance acts as much like a game of Russian Roulette; except with aura cards from the Major Arcana of tarot and produce tangible illusions fueled by her aura. Depending on the card and which way it faces, Lady Luck either smiles upon her or her target. Effects can last anywhere from 3 posts; unless specified. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ Able to draw up to 4 cards █*LEVEL 1 ▬ Able to draw up to 9 cards █*LEVEL 2 ▬ Able to draw up to 15 cards █*LEVEL 3 ▬ Able to draw up to 22 cards █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Completely random; so it could backfire on her. Must have at least one hand free. Cards drawn must be used. Only able to draw 1 card/post. 5 Post cool down after max number of cards drawn. █*NOTES █ Roll ▬ Normal // Reversed █ 1 ▬ 0 Fool: Allows her to create the illusion of someone the target trusts and would not attack. // Illusion turns into one of her sisters; leaving her unwilling to attack. █ 2 ▬ I Magician: Tyche is able to create her desired weapon. // Opponent is able to create their desired weapon. █ 3 ▬ II High Priestess: Opponent cannot see/feel evil presence, seeing her as a good person. // Opponent feels/sees evil presence and therefore is not fooled by her deceptions. █ 4 ▬ III Empress: Illusionary vines try to ensnare the opponent. // Illusionary vines try to ensnare Tyche. █ 5 ▬ IV Emperor: Tyche is able to implement 1 nonlethal rule that gives her an advantage in the game. // Opponent is able to create 1 nonlethal rule that would give them an advantage in the game. █ 6 ▬ V Hierophant: Tyche gains a skill of her choice; Opponent gains a weakest skill // Opponent gains an extra skill; Tyche gains a weakest skill. █ 7 ▬ VI Lovers: Tyche gains a clear telepathic connection with one person. // Distracting voices keep Tyche from having a clear thought in her head. █ 8 ▬ VII Chariot: Tyche is able to summon a self-operated chariot. // The chariot is summoned for her opponent as a means of escape. █ 9 ▬ VIII Strength: Tyche appears 3x taller/bigger to hers and her opponent's minds. // In hers and her opponent's minds, she appears 1/2 her size. █ 10 ▬ IX Hermit: Able to isolate her opponent in their own mind and unaware of anything else around themselves; trapping them for 2 posts. // Tyche is isolated in her own mind from the world, unaware of anything around herself; trapped for 2 posts. █ 11 ▬ X Wheel of Fortune: The terrain changes to one tilted in Tyche's favor (2 posts). // The terrain changes to favor her opponent (2 posts). █ 12 ▬ XI Justice: If Tyche has a post count that is lower than her opponent, she gets to ask 3 questions (if lower than this is mute) and they have to be truthful. // If her post count is higher than her opponent's, then they may ask her 3 questions without penalty, and she must be truthful. █ 13 ▬ XII Hanged Man: Ropes appear to bind and hang her target upside down, and ropes cannot be broken. // Ropes appear to bind and hang Tyche upside down midair, ropes cannot be broken. █ 14 ▬ XIII Death: Flaming floating skulls are summoned to chase her target (2 posts). // Tyche is chased by said skulls, that will provide bludgeoning damage upon contact (2 posts). █ 15 ▬ XIV Temperance: Tyche and her opponent are relaxed by an illusion of a calm and balanced surroundings (2 posts). // Tyche and her opponent experience an illusionary attack and unease of their surroundings (2 posts). █ 16 ▬ XV Devil: Tyche's opponent is attempted to be bound with a collar that's chained to the ground; if caught, these ten-feet binds cannot be broken (2 posts). // Tyche is attempted to be bound with a collar around her neck that is chained to the ground, these ten-feet bonds cannot be broken if caught (2 posts). █ 17 ▬ XVI Tower: A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height rises up and entraps her opponent (4 posts). // A tower made of Aura about 15 feet in height entraps Tyche (4 posts). █ 18 ▬ XVII Star: Any wounds Tyche has endured are felt less; resulting in a feeling of rejuvenation. // Tyche feels their wounds more; resulting in tiredness. █ 19 ▬ XVIII Moon: Tyche can temporarily see through objects; like x-ray vision. // Tyche's sight is filled with darkness, resulting in blindness. █ 20 ▬ XIX Sun: Tyche casts a golden aura; feeling empowered. // Tyche's opponent is cast in that same aura and feels empowered. █ 21 ▬ XX Judgement: Angels of aura appear to help Tyche (2 posts). // Devils of aura appear to cast doubt and hinder Tyche (2 posts). █ 22 ▬ XXI World: Tyche is able to draw 2 aura cards that will benefit her. // Tyche is forced to draw 2 aura cards in reverse/don't benefit her.
narxfang
xLulie
Deadly_Tiger
Youroka Kage
Alysian Virago
1234boo75
Apathetic Writer
❖❖❖Assessment❖❖❖ Allo there! My name is KnightsRoyal, and I'll be judging your awesome profile tonight!
❖ Just one minor detail change and you might be ready to be approved: weakest skill should be changed from being too patient to being impatient, and expand as to why this is her weakest skill since it needs to be exploitable in combat.
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This as well as the other changes/questions have been fixed and answered/explained. On Discord:
█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ N/A █*PARTNER(S) ▬ N/A █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lady Fortune; Phi (to her sisters); Black cat (to outsiders). █OCCUPATION ▬ None of your concern
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5'4" █WEIGHT ▬ 140 lbs
█HAIR ▬ Chestnut/Thick/Shoulder-length/Slightly wavy █CLOTHING ▬ She enjoys a kind of Steampunk fashion, usually wearing anything from dresses to skirts to pants and blouses but she is especially fond of corsets and boots. █ACCESSORIES ▬ The walking cane she walks with casually; Make-up; Lace gloves. █EYES ▬ Sea-blue █BUILD ▬ Slight hourglass figure with a slender, lean-muscle build █TATTOOS ▬ Red Diamond on her right wrist (♢). █SCARS ▬ She has hidden whip and knife scars from her past, but most are found along her back and chest. Faint scar just under her right eyelid. █MARKINGS ▬ A fist-sized branding in the shape of a flame/fire that is on the back of her neck.
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█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Being in the right place at the right time: This comes from her enhanced awareness and placement knowledge that can give her the best advantage. █Bonus Talent ▬ Reading people. █Other Talents ▬ Agile; Silent step █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Marksmanship. █Weakest Skill ▬ Impatience: Patience is not one of her virtues; as everything takes time (especially with plans that involve delicate coaxing/persuasion). Her impatience paired with her fiery temper, often leads her to be the first to strike or attack, which can be costly (especially in battle) where a lack of patience could lead to mistakes, injury, or worse...death. █Other Skills ▬ Deft Hand-eye coordination; Baking; Bluffing.
█LIKES █ ▬ Card games/Torture/Fire █ ▬ Putting things in the hands of Fate (most of the time)/Her sisters. █ ▬ Strawberry milkshakes/Saltwater taffy/Dried fruit/Strawberries/Pistachios/Hot Cinnamon Candies. █ ▬ Pretty things/Steampunk style █ ▬ Cats/Rats/Ravens/Spiders █DISLIKES █ ▬ Giving/Receiving Mercy █ ▬ Damage/Losing to her cards █ ▬ Losing/Being touched █ ▬ Alligators/Dogs/Pigs █ ▬ Aquaphobia; Nostophobia █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ She comes off as malicious, cold, sadistic, and uncaring. And she is to those that don't know her the best. Slightly insane in the sense that she leaves almost everything in the hands of "Lady Fortune", she tends to only plead with Fate when it comes to her sisters. She also has a childish personality in the form of tantrums if she loses. Quick to anger and quick to change her mind, she loves games. When she is extremely upset, she will start humming nursery rhymes to calm herself. █Vernacular ▬ (0:00-0:53) Her voice carries a soft rasp that holds a dark allure. █Positive Traits ▬ Loyal to Fate; Honors her word; Protective of her sisters. █Negative Traits ▬ Childish; Fiery temper; Will cause harm to others without a second thought.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬
Her mother and father were destitute weapons tradespeople, in the Country of Atlas before its fall. Tyche was born by…distasteful conception when her “father” failed to repay a debt to his loan sharks one night; part of an evil faction at Atlas that acted much like a Mafia of sorts. Giving birth to another girl of the two they already had, he had no sons to carry his name. It was never hidden that both her mother and father resented their b*****d child as she was growing up; as she was a bitter reminder to her mother of that awful night, and to the man that raised her had no connection with and never met her sperm-donor. Her sisters were not so cruel to the child they called “sister” though. Instead, they would try and protect her when they could, while growing up in that messed up house.
Neglect was something she had learned early in life, at the age of two. Her mother was expecting another child that would later turn out to be a younger sister. Another sibling that she could call family and friend. One she would adoringly protect as well, with the help of their older sisters in the future. Though still, she would be the focus of all their father’s anger.
Growing up, Tyche learned the best way to not get a beating from their drunk of a father was to step with stealth. Her sisters kept her company when their father was in one of his moods, keeping her safe in the attic that they would play in. On particularly bad nights, she would be brought down into the basement by their “father”. Their mother, the passive b***h, never saved her from her father’s abuse, sometimes even watching as she was whipped or struck with a knife for misbehaving; sometimes even for doing nothing at all, or for what wasn’t her fault. They thought she was a quiet mouse, but the truth was that a dark hole was already starting to consume the child with each strike to her; the desire to cause them the pain that they had done unto her was starting to peek ideas in her twisted mind.
If it weren’t for her sisters, she would have probably died a long time ago. She considered it a merciful stroke of Fate when they stepped in; taking care of her or bringing her food when she was safely in the “tower” of the house after nearly bleeding to death (sometimes she would find herself there after not waking for days at a time). It was not until she was ten years old that her second eldest sibling began to teach her how to defend herself with simple dodge and strikes. Speed she would learn, could become her greatest ally in this moment of her youth. It was not all dark though, as when she was eight, she had started to be home-schooled. Of course, it was also at the age of eight that she had earned a cane after being pushed down a flight of stone steps by some rushing kids, injuring her left leg for almost a week. This cane would stay with her throughout her life.
Throughout her youth, she would watch as others would gamble in games and pray or listen as others talked about Lady Fate. This talk soon got her looking into Fate and Fortune herself. Finding it fitting, she began to adopt the ideas that if she put herself in the hands of Fate: what would it do, and how could she twist it to her favor? Deciding to take advantage of their so-called “father’s” lessons in cards and bookmaking; she would learn the games, even winning now and again by the time she was six years of age. The winnings Tyche earned would be hidden away in a toy she possessed after her first game of chance, and with the earnings, bought herself a deck of metal-bladed cards at the age of nine; she loved to feel them in her hands. Saving the rest for the day they were to run; if Fate ever gave her the chance.
In her youth, she really didn’t have any friends other than her sisters (learning later that they were all she needed). Especially her younger sister as she found comfort in the young one looking to her; she felt protective of Flavia after all. Though she would no longer need the cane, the child would keep it with her; feeling comfort with it in her dainty-looking hands as she walked. Quietly taking her beatings as they came, she would only scream when their father broke her flesh; scars ever thicker as they recovered.
By her twelfth summer, she would meet a special group of children that were a ragtag group of sorts. Figuring they were nice enough, she would hang around town with them. By the autumn of her twelfth year though, she would find they were…verminous rats. As she was walking home late one night she was surprised and curious to see some of the older kids running from a small house; it was familiar since it was a small town. It both fascinated and horrified her as she heard screams and began to see flames licking the inside interior; she had been frozen to her place. The people that ran to help were all a blur in the young girl’s vision as her attention was solely on the burning house just a yard from her. Known for being a rather unnervingly quiet child, even in school, it was no surprise that she would be blamed for the Arson…The only thing that hurt was when the older children had pointed the finger at her! Try as the sisters might, Tyche was found guilty and therefore imprisoned for nearly two months before being held down as they branded the virgin flesh at the back of her neck with the shape of a small flame.
It had taken weeks to heal, and not long to grow her chestnut locks long enough to cover the forsaken mark. It only added to her conviction that everyone that wronged her must die! Of course, she was wise enough to hide this seething loathing, believing Lady Fate would show her the right time to strike, and then they would all pay! Like those children that had called her “friend”; they never mocked her again when her and her older sisters dealt with them quietly during one stormy night…none would speak of what happened.
Though rare, there were some not-so-dark moments in her life (like the secret picnics held on the hill by her sisters just outside their town every now and then). One day she would always keep fondly in her memories was when she was turning thirteen, the circus was in Atlas. Her sisters and herself were able to sneak under the tarp tent, watching from under the bleachers. They knew they shouldn’t have, but the magic, music, and wonder of it all was just otherworldly; it was enough to make them all forget the darkness of their lives, if even for a little while. Eyes full of childlike wonder, they would all jump at the feel of a hand tapping their shoulders. They had been caught! The small people that had caught them stayed with the girls until the end of the show though, allowing them to watch. When the performances were over, and the crowds were filing out of the big tent, the girls were nervous and escorted to another part of the fields. It would appear that they were being taken to the campers of the circus performers and it was not easy to not stare in awe; though they knew better and would not stare for long. In front of a bonfire, the ringleader (a man dressed in flashy red clothing and a large top hat) stood and would greet the girls kindly. Her eyes would momentarily rest upon a kind face, a ram faunus? She had remembered his performance favorably before her attention was back on the tall, older gentleman before the sisters. He was kind to them, and even invited them to join them for a meal, meet a few of the performers. Tyche had taken a shine to the knife-thrower who was only too happy to teach her and her younger sister with his daggers. That night before bed, she gave thanks to Lady Fate for such a memorable birthday.
The rest of the thirteenth year was much the same until a late night of playing with her cards. She had been working on a system of symbolism of her own to commune with Lady Fate. On one momentous full moon, around midnight or so, she held a particular question in mind as she shuffled it before selecting from the deck a single card; the king of diamonds. A smile slowly graced her lips as she would giggle darkly. The time was near, and she had a plan as she would sleep peacefully that night.
Preparing for the day that she would have to take her sisters away from their “prison” of a house, she was not blind nor deaf to the growing troubles of their kingdom. Finally, at the age of fourteen, while Atlas was in chaos and being evacuated due to the Grimm and other desolations around them, she would make sure her sisters were out of the house, she being the last sister out before their house began to burn. The sisters would turn away, screams of those around them (or maybe from inside the house) deafening as the girls would escape to safety with other civilians that night. It was also that night that they would take the long-planned surname, Nerigatti.
Alone in the world other than each other, the Nerigatti sisters would feel freedom at last. The ship they sailed upon with many other Atlas survivors would find their cold and choppy seas left behind as they headed more towards the kingdom of Vale for safety. It was as they sailed that Tyche’s “communions” with Fate would grow more frequent, warding her elder sisters’ concerns but they did not question their younger sister; they had come to respect their sister’s strength and enduring soul, so to speak, but feared for her sanity. It would be a long journey to their new home, and all seemed quiet for now.
They would spend nearly two weeks on the retched seas before they would dock at the harbors of Vale. The sisters were safe now. In a small amount of time that passed, the girls would open up a small bar and game house just outside the commercial area of Vale with the money they had with them (ironic as it was). They would save up enough in the years that pass to buy a small, secluded plot of land with a modest home; they enjoyed their privacy of course. The sisters also invested in the building of a small shed on their property for “projects”. During one of the projects, Tyche would earn a scar just under her right eye; anyone that asks, she says a “mouse” caught her by surprise.
█Family ▬ Mnason Aeschylus Lauretum ("Father" - Deceased at age 47), Seraphina Domitia Lauretum (Mother - deceased at age 43), Blandina Aquila Nerigatti (Eldest, Age 26), Alba Agrippa Nerigatti (Second Eldest, Age 22), Seraphina Tyche Nerigatti (Second Youngest, Age 19), Flavia Luciana (Mneme) Nerigatti (Youngest, Age 16)
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Nerigatti █ ▬ Nerigatti in its sheathed form look like normal black and gold metal bracers with a feline gracing its design. As seen in the image above, the overhand blades of the bracers extend and fasten to dagger form, and lengthen from dagger to create a strong long sword from each bracer. These fastens can also unfasten, changing to a bladed whip by the strong yet flexible metal cord that connects each blade. █Melee Form ▬ Bracer sword █Ranged Form ▬ Bladed-whip form █Other Form(s) ▬ Dagger form that rests at the first knuckles. █ ▬ Relaxed/sheathed bracer form █Ammo Type ▬ N/A █ ▬ Can only extend at full-length about 6 feet at most.
█*NAME ▬ Potere Della Fortuna █*AURA COLOR ▬ goldenrod █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Her semblance acts as much like a game of Russian Roulette; except with aura cards from the Major Arcana of tarot and produce tangible illusions fueled by her aura. Depending on the card and which way it faces, Lady Luck either smiles upon her or her target. Effects can last anywhere from 3 posts; unless specified, and works up to ten meters from her person. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ Able to draw up to 4 cards █*LEVEL 1 ▬ Able to draw up to 9 cards █*LEVEL 2 ▬ Able to draw up to 15 cards █*LEVEL 3 ▬ Able to draw up to 22 cards █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Completely random; so it could backfire on her. Must have at least one hand free. Cards drawn must be used. Only able to draw 1 card/post; card is determined by rolling 1d22, while reversed (1) or normal (2) is determined by 1d2. 5 Post cool down after max number of cards drawn. █*NOTES █ Roll ▬ Normal // Reversed █ 1 ▬ 0 Fool: Allows her to create the illusion of someone the target trusts and would not attack. // Illusion turns into one of her sisters; leaving her unwilling to attack. █ 2 ▬ I Magician: Tyche is able to create her desired weapon. // Opponent is able to create their desired weapon. █ 3 ▬ II High Priestess: Opponent cannot see/feel evil presence, seeing her as a good person. // Opponent feels/sees evil presence and therefore is not fooled by her deceptions. █ 4 ▬ III Empress: Illusionary vines try to ensnare the opponent. // Illusionary vines try to ensnare Tyche. █ 5 ▬ IV Emperor: Tyche is able to implement 1 nonlethal rule that gives her an advantage in the game. Her aura enforces it by the aura band on their wrists that apply pressure (by contested dice roll for those that try to test it), and say game is specifically this battle used (Or is outside of battle a different rp game). // Opponent is able to create 1 nonlethal rule that would give them an advantage in the game. Her aura enforces it by the aura band on their wrists that apply pressure (by contested dice roll for those that try to test it), and say game is specifically this battle used (Or is outside of battle a different rp game).
- Example: 1 non-lethal rule she would make is no guns can be used during their game. Or, no blinding the other.
█ 6 ▬ V Hierophant: Tyche gains a skill of her choice; Opponent gains a weakest skill. // Opponent gains an extra skill; Tyche gains a weakest skill. █ 7 ▬ VI Lovers: Tyche gains a clear telepathic connection with one person. // Distracting voices keep Tyche from having a clear thought in her head. █ 8 ▬ VII Chariot: Tyche is able to summon a self-operated chariot. // The chariot is summoned for her opponent as a means of escape. █ 9 ▬ VIII Strength: Tyche appears 3x taller/bigger to hers and her opponent's minds. // In hers and her opponent's minds, she appears 1/2 her size. █ 10 ▬ IX Hermit: Able to isolate her opponent in their own mind and unaware of anything else around themselves but, it's not guaranteed as it's negated by someone has a strong will; trapping them for 2 posts. // Tyche is isolated in her own mind from the world, unaware of anything around herself; trapped for 2 posts. █ 11 ▬ X Wheel of Fortune: The terrain changes to one tilted in Tyche's favor (2 posts). // The terrain changes to favor her opponent (2 posts). █ 12 ▬ XI Justice: If Tyche has a post count that is lower than her opponent, she gets to ask 3 questions (If higher than her opponent's, then this effect is mute) and they have to be truthful. // If her post count is higher than her opponent's, then they may ask her 3 questions without penalty, and she must be truthful. █ 13 ▬ XII Hanged Man: Ropes appear to attempt to bind and hang her target upside down, and ropes cannot be broken. (Whether it catches or not is determined by a d100 roll.) // Ropes appear to bind and hang Tyche upside down midair, ropes cannot be broken. (Whether it catches or not is determined by a d100 roll.) █ 14 ▬ XIII Death: Flaming floating skulls are summoned to chase her target (2 posts). // Tyche is chased by said skulls, that will provide bludgeoning damage upon contact (2 posts). █ 15 ▬ XIV Temperance: Tyche and her opponent are relaxed by an illusion of a calm and balanced surroundings (2 posts). // Tyche and her opponent experience an illusionary attack and unease of their surroundings (2 posts). █ 16 ▬ XV Devil: Tyche's opponent is attempted to be bound with a collar and chain of aura (equivalent to the strength of steel) that's chained to the ground; if caught, these ten-feet binds with enough force can be broken (2 posts). (Whether it catches or not is determined by a d100 roll.) // Tyche is attempted to be bound with a collar and chain of aura (equivalent to the strength of steel) around her neck that is chained to the ground, these ten-feet bonds with enough force, can be broken (2 posts). (Whether it catches or not is determined by a d100 roll.) █ 17 ▬ XVI Tower: A tower with a 15 ft circumference made of solid but see-through Aura rises 15 feet in height and attempts to entraps her opponent. It is open at the top but the walls are smooth (4 posts). // A tower with a 15 ft circumference made of solid but see-through Aura rises 15 feet in height and attempts to entraps Tyche. It is open at the top but the walls are smooth (4 posts). █ 18 ▬ XVII Star: Any wounds Tyche has endured are felt less; resulting in a feeling of rejuvenation. // Tyche feels their wounds more; resulting in tiredness. █ 19 ▬ XVIII Moon: Tyche can temporarily see through objects; like x-ray vision. // Tyche's sight is filled with darkness, resulting in blindness. █ 20 ▬ XIX Sun: Tyche casts a golden aura; feeling empowered. // Tyche's opponent is cast in that same aura and feels empowered. █ 21 ▬ XX Judgement: Angels of aura appear to help Tyche (2 posts). // Devils of aura appear to cast doubt and hinder Tyche (2 posts). █ 22 ▬ XXI World: Tyche is able to draw 2 aura cards that will benefit her. // Tyche is forced to draw 2 aura cards in reverse/don't benefit her.
█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ N/A █*PARTNER(S) ▬ N/A █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Lady Fortune; Phi (to her sisters); Black cat (to outsiders). █OCCUPATION ▬ None of your concern
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5'4" █WEIGHT ▬ 140 lbs
█HAIR ▬ Chestnut/Thick/Shoulder-length/Slightly wavy █CLOTHING ▬ She enjoys a kind of Steampunk fashion, usually wearing anything from dresses to skirts to pants and blouses but she is especially fond of corsets and boots. █ACCESSORIES ▬ The walking cane she walks with casually; Make-up; Lace gloves. █EYES ▬ Sea-blue █BUILD ▬ Slight hourglass figure with a slender, lean-muscle build █TATTOOS ▬ Red Diamond on her right wrist (♢). █SCARS ▬ She has hidden whip and knife scars from her past, but most are found along her back and chest. Faint scar just under her right eyelid. █MARKINGS ▬ A fist-sized branding in the shape of a flame/fire that is on the back of her neck.
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█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Being in the right place at the right time: This comes from her enhanced awareness and placement knowledge that can give her the best advantage. █Bonus Talent ▬ Reading people. █Other Talents ▬ Agile █ ▬ Silent step █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Marksmanship. █Weakest Skill ▬ Protecting Herself: It's not that she isn't aware of the the dangers if she sees them, she just doesn't care. If there's an opening/chance, she'll take it even if she risks getting hurt in the process. █Other Skills ▬ Deft Hand-eye coordination █ ▬ Baking █ ▬ Bluffing.
█LIKES █ ▬ Card games/Torture/Fire █ ▬ Putting things in the hands of Fate (most of the time)/Her sisters. █ ▬ Strawberry milkshakes/Saltwater taffy/Dried fruit/Strawberries/Pistachios/Hot Cinnamon Candies. █ ▬ Pretty things/Steampunk style █ ▬ Cats/Rats/Ravens/Spiders █DISLIKES █ ▬ Giving/Receiving Mercy █ ▬ Damage/Losing to her cards █ ▬ Losing/Being touched █ ▬ Alligators/Dogs/Pigs █ ▬ Aquaphobia; Nostophobia █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ She comes off as malicious, cold, sadistic, and uncaring at times. And she is to those that don't know her the best. Slightly insane in the sense that she leaves almost everything in the hands of "Lady Fortune", she tends to only plead with Fate when it comes to her sisters. She also has a childish personality in the form of tantrums if she loses. Quick to anger and quick to change her mind, she loves games. When she is extremely upset, she will start humming nursery rhymes to calm herself. █Vernacular ▬ (0:00-0:53) Her voice carries a soft rasp that holds a dark allure. █Positive Traits ▬ Loyal to Fate; Honors her word; Protective of her sisters. █Negative Traits ▬ Childish; Fiery temper; Will cause harm to others without a second thought.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬
Her mother and father were destitute weapons tradespeople, in the Country of Atlas before its fall. Tyche was born by…distasteful conception when her “father” failed to repay a debt to his loan sharks one night; part of an evil faction at Atlas that acted much like a Mafia of sorts. Giving birth to another girl of the two they already had, he had no sons to carry his name. It was never hidden that both her mother and father resented their b*****d child as she was growing up; as she was a bitter reminder to her mother of that awful night, and to the man that raised her had no connection with and never met her sperm-donor. Her sisters were not so cruel to the child they called “sister” though. Instead, they would try and protect her when they could, while growing up in that messed up house.
Neglect was something she had learned early in life, at the age of two. Her mother was expecting another child that would later turn out to be a younger sister. Another sibling that she could call family and friend. One she would adoringly protect as well, with the help of their older sisters in the future. Though still, she would be the focus of all their father’s anger.
Growing up, Tyche learned the best way to not get a beating from their drunk of a father was to step with stealth. Her sisters kept her company when their father was in one of his moods, keeping her safe in the attic that they would play in. On particularly bad nights, she would be brought down into the basement by their “father”. Their mother, the passive b***h, never saved her from her father’s abuse, sometimes even watching as she was whipped or struck with a knife for misbehaving; sometimes even for doing nothing at all, or for what wasn’t her fault. They thought she was a quiet mouse, but the truth was that a dark hole was already starting to consume the child with each strike to her; the desire to cause them the pain that they had done unto her was starting to peek ideas in her twisted mind.
If it weren’t for her sisters, she would have probably died a long time ago. She considered it a merciful stroke of Fate when they stepped in; taking care of her or bringing her food when she was safely in the “tower” of the house after nearly bleeding to death (sometimes she would find herself there after not waking for days at a time). It was not until she was ten years old that her second eldest sibling began to teach her how to defend herself with simple dodge and strikes. Speed she would learn, could become her greatest ally in this moment of her youth. It was not all dark though, as when she was eight, she had started to be home-schooled. Of course, it was also at the age of eight that she had earned a cane after being pushed down a flight of stone steps by some rushing kids, injuring her left leg for almost a week. This cane would stay with her throughout her life.
Throughout her youth, she would watch as others would gamble in games and pray or listen as others talked about Lady Fate. This talk soon got her looking into Fate and Fortune herself. Finding it fitting, she began to adopt the ideas that if she put herself in the hands of Fate: what would it do, and how could she twist it to her favor? Deciding to take advantage of their so-called “father’s” lessons in cards and bookmaking; she would learn the games, even winning now and again by the time she was six years of age. The winnings Tyche earned would be hidden away in a toy she possessed after her first game of chance, and with the earnings, bought herself a deck of metal-bladed cards at the age of nine; she loved to feel them in her hands. Saving the rest for the day they were to run; if Fate ever gave her the chance.
In her youth, she really didn’t have any friends other than her sisters (learning later that they were all she needed). Especially her younger sister as she found comfort in the young one looking to her; she felt protective of Flavia after all. Though she would no longer need the cane, the child would keep it with her; feeling comfort with it in her dainty-looking hands as she walked. Quietly taking her beatings as they came, she would only scream when their father broke her flesh; scars ever thicker as they recovered.
By her twelfth summer, she would meet a special group of children that were a ragtag group of sorts. Figuring they were nice enough, she would hang around town with them. By the autumn of her twelfth year though, she would find they were…verminous rats. As she was walking home late one night she was surprised and curious to see some of the older kids running from a small house; it was familiar since it was a small town. It both fascinated and horrified her as she heard screams and began to see flames licking the inside interior; she had been frozen to her place. The people that ran to help were all a blur in the young girl’s vision as her attention was solely on the burning house just a yard from her. Known for being a rather unnervingly quiet child, even in school, it was no surprise that she would be blamed for the Arson…The only thing that hurt was when the older children had pointed the finger at her! Try as the sisters might, Tyche was found guilty and therefore imprisoned for nearly two months before being held down as they branded the virgin flesh at the back of her neck with the shape of a small flame.
It had taken weeks to heal, and not long to grow her chestnut locks long enough to cover the forsaken mark. It only added to her conviction that everyone that wronged her must die! Of course, she was wise enough to hide this seething loathing, believing Lady Fate would show her the right time to strike, and then they would all pay! Like those children that had called her “friend”; they never mocked her again when her and her older sisters dealt with them quietly during one stormy night…none would speak of what happened.
Though rare, there were some not-so-dark moments in her life (like the secret picnics held on the hill by her sisters just outside their town every now and then). One day she would always keep fondly in her memories was when she was turning thirteen, the circus was in Atlas. Her sisters and herself were able to sneak under the tarp tent, watching from under the bleachers. They knew they shouldn’t have, but the magic, music, and wonder of it all was just otherworldly; it was enough to make them all forget the darkness of their lives, if even for a little while. Eyes full of childlike wonder, they would all jump at the feel of a hand tapping their shoulders. They had been caught! The small people that had caught them stayed with the girls until the end of the show though, allowing them to watch. When the performances were over, and the crowds were filing out of the big tent, the girls were nervous and escorted to another part of the fields. It would appear that they were being taken to the campers of the circus performers and it was not easy to not stare in awe; though they knew better and would not stare for long. In front of a bonfire, the ringleader (a man dressed in flashy red clothing and a large top hat) stood and would greet the girls kindly. Her eyes would momentarily rest upon a kind face, a ram faunus? She had remembered his performance favorably before her attention was back on the tall, older gentleman before the sisters. He was kind to them, and even invited them to join them for a meal, meet a few of the performers. Tyche had taken a shine to the knife-thrower who was only too happy to teach her and her younger sister with his daggers. That night before bed, she gave thanks to Lady Fate for such a memorable birthday.
The rest of the thirteenth year was much the same until a late night of playing with her cards. She had been working on a system of symbolism of her own to commune with Lady Fate. On one momentous full moon, around midnight or so, she held a particular question in mind as she shuffled it before selecting from the deck a single card; the king of diamonds. A smile slowly graced her lips as she would giggle darkly. The time was near, and she had a plan as she would sleep peacefully that night.
Preparing for the day that she would have to take her sisters away from their “prison” of a house, she was not blind nor deaf to the growing troubles of their kingdom. Finally, at the age of fourteen, while Atlas was in chaos and being evacuated due to the Grimm and other desolations around them, she would make sure her sisters were out of the house, she being the last sister out before their house began to burn. The sisters would turn away, screams of those around them (or maybe from inside the house) deafening as the girls would escape to safety with other civilians that night. It was also that night that they would take the long-planned surname, Nerigatti.
Alone in the world other than each other, the Nerigatti sisters would feel freedom at last. The ship they sailed upon with many other Atlas survivors would find their cold and choppy seas left behind as they headed more towards the kingdom of Vale for safety. It was as they sailed that Tyche’s “communions” with Fate would grow more frequent, warding her elder sisters’ concerns but they did not question their younger sister; they had come to respect their sister’s strength and enduring soul, so to speak, but feared for her sanity. It would be a long journey to their new home, and all seemed quiet for now.
They would spend nearly two weeks on the retched seas before they would dock at the harbors of Vale. The sisters were safe now. In a small amount of time that passed, the girls would open up a small bar and game house just outside the commercial area of Vale with the money they had with them (ironic as it was). They would save up enough in the years that pass to buy a small, secluded plot of land with a modest home; they enjoyed their privacy of course. The sisters also invested in the building of a small shed on their property for “projects”. During one of the projects, Tyche would earn a scar just under her right eye; anyone that asks, she says a “mouse” caught her by surprise.
Her time in Vale with her sisters has not been fruitless. In fact, while here she'd run into two people that Lady Fate had sought to favor. So much so, that their paths would cross more than once. The one called Ghost, and the other Mr. Reaper; aliases, but they would only know her by hers for now. Never allowing them to meet her sisters for now. Her missions for the goddess of luck still going on in secret, she's slowly bringing Flavia further under her wing.
█Family ▬ Mnason Aeschylus Lauretum ("Father" - Deceased at age 47), Seraphina Domitia Lauretum (Mother - deceased at age 43), Blandina Aquila Nerigatti (Eldest, Age 27), Alba Agrippa Nerigatti (Second Eldest, Age 23), Seraphina Tyche Nerigatti (Second Youngest, Age 20), Flavia Luciana (Mneme) Nerigatti (Youngest, Age 17)
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Nerigatti █ ▬ Nerigatti in its sheathed form look like normal black and gold metal bracers with a feline gracing its design. As seen in the image above, the overhand blades of the bracers extend and fasten to dagger form, and lengthen from dagger to create a strong long sword from each bracer. These fastens can also unfasten, changing to a bladed whip by the strong yet flexible metal cord that connects each blade. █Melee Form ▬ Bracer sword █Ranged Form ▬ Bladed-whip form █Other Form(s) ▬ Dagger form that rests at the first knuckles. █ ▬ Relaxed/sheathed bracer form █Ammo Type ▬ N/A █ ▬ Can only extend at full-length about 6 feet at most.
█*NAME ▬ Potere Della Fortuna █*AURA COLOR ▬ goldenrod █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Her semblance acts as much like a game of Russian Roulette; except with aura cards from the Major Arcana of tarot and produce tangible illusions fueled by her aura. Depending on the card and which way it faces, Lady Luck either smiles upon her or her target. Effects can last anywhere from 3 posts; unless specified, and works up to ten meters from her person. █*LEVEL 0 ▬ Able to draw up to 4 cards █*LEVEL 1 ▬ Able to draw up to 9 cards █*LEVEL 2 ▬ Able to draw up to 15 cards █*LEVEL 3 ▬ Able to draw up to 22 cards █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Completely random; so it could backfire on her. Must have at least one hand free. Cards drawn must be used. Only able to draw 1 card/post; card is determined by rolling 1d22, while reversed (1) or normal (2) is determined by 1d2. 5 Post cool down after max number of cards drawn. █*NOTES █ Roll ▬ Normal // Reversed █ 1 ▬ 0 Fool: Allows her to create the illusion of someone the target trusts and would not attack. // Illusion turns into one of her sisters; leaving her unwilling to attack. █ 2 ▬ I Magician: Tyche is able to create her desired weapon. // Opponent is able to create their desired weapon.
- Bombs only last one post then the effect of this card ends.
█ 3 ▬ II High Priestess: Opponent cannot see/feel evil presence, seeing her as a good person. // Opponent feels/sees evil presence and therefore is not fooled by her deceptions. █ 4 ▬ III Empress: Illusionary vines try to ensnare the opponent. // Illusionary vines try to ensnare Tyche. █ 5 ▬ IV Emperor: Tyche is able to implement 1 nonlethal rule that gives her an advantage in the game. Her aura enforces it by the aura band on their wrists that apply pressure (by contested dice roll for those that try to test it), and say game is specifically this battle used (Or is outside of battle a different rp game). // Opponent is able to create 1 nonlethal rule that would give them an advantage in the game. Her aura enforces it by the aura band on their wrists that apply pressure (by contested dice roll for those that try to test it), and say game is specifically this battle used (Or is outside of battle a different rp game).
- Example: 1 non-lethal rule she would make is no guns can be used during their game. Or, no blinding the other.
█ 6 ▬ V Hierophant: Tyche gains a skill of her choice; Opponent gains a weakest skill. // Opponent gains an extra skill; Tyche gains a weakest skill. █ 7 ▬ VI Lovers: Tyche gains a clear telepathic connection with one person. // Distracting voices keep Tyche from having a clear thought in her head. █ 8 ▬ VII Chariot: Tyche is able to summon a self-operated chariot. // The chariot is summoned for her opponent as a means of escape. █ 9 ▬ VIII Strength: Tyche appears 3x taller/bigger to hers and her opponent's minds. // In hers and her opponent's minds, she appears 1/2 her size. █ 10 ▬ IX Hermit: Able to isolate her opponent in their own mind and unaware of anything else around themselves but, it's not guaranteed as it's negated by someone has a strong will; trapping them for 2 posts. // Tyche is isolated in her own mind from the world, unaware of anything around herself; trapped for 2 posts. █ 11 ▬ X Wheel of Fortune: The terrain changes to one tilted in Tyche's favor (2 posts). // The terrain changes to favor her opponent (2 posts). █ 12 ▬ XI Justice: If Tyche has a post count that is lower than her opponent, she gets to ask 3 questions (If higher than her opponent's, then this effect is mute) and they have to be truthful. // If her post count is higher than her opponent's, then they may ask her 3 questions without penalty, and she must be truthful. █ 13 ▬ XII Hanged Man: Ropes appear to attempt to bind and hang her target upside down, and ropes cannot be broken. (Whether it catches or not is determined by a d100 roll.) // Ropes appear to bind and hang Tyche upside down midair, ropes cannot be broken. (Whether it catches or not is determined by a d100 roll.) █ 14 ▬ XIII Death: Flaming floating skulls are summoned to chase her target (2 posts). // Tyche is chased by said skulls, that will provide bludgeoning damage upon contact (2 posts). █ 15 ▬ XIV Temperance: Tyche and her opponent are relaxed by an illusion of a calm and balanced surroundings (2 posts). // Tyche and her opponent experience an illusionary attack and unease of their surroundings (2 posts). █ 16 ▬ XV Devil: Tyche's opponent is attempted to be bound with a collar and chain of aura (equivalent to the strength of steel) that's chained to the ground; if caught, these ten-feet binds with enough force can be broken (2 posts). (Whether it catches or not is determined by a d100 roll.) // Tyche is attempted to be bound with a collar and chain of aura (equivalent to the strength of steel) around her neck that is chained to the ground, these ten-feet bonds with enough force, can be broken (2 posts). (Whether it catches or not is determined by a d100 roll.) █ 17 ▬ XVI Tower: A tower with a 15 ft circumference made of solid but see-through Aura rises 15 feet in height and attempts to entraps her opponent. It is open at the top but the walls are smooth (4 posts). // A tower with a 15 ft circumference made of solid but see-through Aura rises 15 feet in height and attempts to entraps Tyche. It is open at the top but the walls are smooth (4 posts). █ 18 ▬ XVII Star: Any wounds Tyche has endured are felt less; resulting in a feeling of rejuvenation. // Tyche feels their wounds more; resulting in tiredness. █ 19 ▬ XVIII Moon: Tyche can temporarily see through objects; like x-ray vision. // Tyche's sight is filled with darkness, resulting in blindness. █ 20 ▬ XIX Sun: Tyche casts a golden aura; feeling empowered. // Tyche's opponent is cast in that same aura and feels empowered. █ 21 ▬ XX Judgement: Angels of aura appear to help Tyche (2 posts). // Devils of aura appear to cast doubt and hinder Tyche (2 posts). █ 22 ▬ XXI World: Tyche is able to draw 2 aura cards that will benefit her. // Tyche is forced to draw 2 aura cards in reverse/don't benefit her.
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