I don't know that I would call Fantasia a beautiful world... It may be an imaginary world, but it's literally the COLLECTIVE human imagination, and some people have really fucked up imaginations.
There are some issues I would like to address before I accept this. As it stands, Joel and Avi are good, but they're not quite excepted yet.
As an Impotens, Joel will not be able to materialize a weapon. Yosho is an exception to this rule due to his strong "I-Am-One-With-My-Sword" bond with Nightsplitter, and also its omniversal nature. If Joel is going to have a knife or a polearm, he's either going to need another Magnus to materialize it for him when they're not using their own weapon, or buy a knife. Polearms aren't exactly a commodity in Fantasia.
I like the implications that you may or may not have intended to make in Joel's history. That he was so out of touch with reality that he thought Avi was real, and was pushing his Wheelchair, despite not actually being there. The fact that he was hallucinating the whole thing is really interesting. But that's what makes Fantasia so amazing: He may have been out of touch with reality, but here all he has to do is accept the existence of Fantasia and he's fine. He also gets his legs back! Maybe touch on the fact that Avi was not actually there, and Joel was having Victor Reznov episodes.
The portal they (He) Fell through would not have been "Deus' Portal." Deus is regarded as a god in Fantasia because he is an Imaginandi. Enforcing that image is his Magnus status. His name is Deus because he does not remember his real name, and never will. No, what they fell through would have been more akin to... in Touhou terms... How Forgotten end up in Gensokyo. The void is there, but only the "user" can see it and interact with it. OH. I KNOW. WE'LL CALL THAT ONE "THE LOW ROAD"
I believe that's everything.
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09/25/2015, 10:51 PM #12
So basically lore, got it.
I literally got completely bored and lost sight of the true meaning of what I was writing. I've been reading way too many gappys, help me.
Edit: Fixed the weapons of choice and the lore.
Last edited by Lunasa Prismriver; 09/26/2015, 01:54 AM. I literally got completely bored and lost sight of the true meaning of what I was writing. I've been reading way too many gappys, help me.
Edit: Fixed the weapons of choice and the lore.
09/26/2015, 07:34 AM #14
Spoiler
Name: Her real name has long been forgotten. Most who know her call her Sangu Diabolus (yes i'm going with the Latin theme kilel has going)
Sex: Female
Race: Imaginandi Magnus
Age: 16 (actual)
Favored Weapon: Sanguis Akumu: The Sanguis Akumu is a sword formed from insanity and pure hatred for everyone and everything. The blade shares a common will with it's master wanting to spill as much blood as possible. The blade gains power the more blood is split on it, each drop making the blade feel a bit lighter.and swing a bit faster. As it gains blood it will start tp gain some nasty side effects sch as causing her victims to bleed even if an attack is blocked, being able to rapidly and relentlessly rotate tiny shards of hardened blood around it that can cut into an enemies flesh for extra damage and eventually even heal her with each sucessful cut she makes
However for the more extreme abilities she needs to first spill a lot of blood and the powers gained from this ability will start to slowly diminish over time if she dosn't kill or badly wound someone to fill up her power again.
The sword is usually average looking with a red handle and a black and red colored blade. However the more blood it absorbs the more demonic looking it becomes. At it's peak the sword almost looks as though it were alive.
History: In a normal american home in Washington DC lived a seemingly normal american family. A mother, a father a son and a daughter. The father worked as an CIA agent and ended up becoming one of the most powerful and most respected of it's members. The mother was a scholar and a school teacher. The son was a briliant student with a bright future ahead of him and the daughter was sweet and innocent and well behaved.
When the young girl was born she had very light blond hair. Her right eye was blue and her left was green. The doctors explained it was a case of heterochromia in which the child was born with two different colored eyes. There was nothing wrong with her, she simply looked different but her father insisted the doctors try and "fix"her. When the doctors explained that a "cure" for heterochromia didn't exist he became upset.
Because of this for most of the girl's life was spent with a rather neglectful father. He was a perfectionist in everything he did and this small imperfection on his daughter greatly irritated him. He rarely spent any time with her but that didn't stop the girl from loving him with all her heart. any moment spent with her father was precious to her and she lived for even the slightest bit of approval.
Things only got worse for her however. Her already light hair bleached even further until it turned white. She had a rather odd appearance for a little girl. The kids at school teased and made fun of her because of how she looked. Becuause of this dshe didnt' make many friends. Instead she would play alone by herself. Her imagination was her sandbox and her friends were the creatures she created in her mind.
Her active imagination would seem normal to most parents, but the girl's mother and father saw it as an abnormality. They were very strict wih her. At first they tried sending her to time out whenever she spoke to an imaginary friend or made up a story but that didnt' work. All it did was cause her to imagine something else to entertain her bordum while she was in time out. She never understood what she was doing wrong and no one ever took the time to explain it to her either.
As she grew older, the girl grew more and more distant from her family and what little friends she had. No one understood her and everyone wanted to change her in one way or another. She looked inward to find the comfort and companionship she longed for. At the age of 10 she got her first laptop and from there she got into video games and anime. She became somewhat of a weeabu but that was a phase she would grow out of after only a few months. However she still enjoyed eastern culture.
On her first year of highschool, she joined the school's anime club. It was club filled with like minded people who all loved one aspect of eastern culture or another. She finally had a place where she felt she belonged, but sadly it wouldn't' last. Over the years of the girl's development, her father made multiple attempts to "straighten her out" or "get her head out of the clouds" Seeing his daughter willingly dress up with a kimono and a wig finally pushed him over the edge. He pulled her out of public school and sent her to a boarding school where she would have much less freedom and be isolated from all of her friends. But that plan backfired too.
The isolation made the girl grow more and more bored and the more bored she grew the more she relied on her imagination for comfort and entertainment. She would sit still for hours wih a smile on her face, occasionally making small sound effects and talking to whoever or whatever she was thinking about. Seeing that not even this was working, her father did the only thing he cold do.
Using his power and influence as an CIA agent he had his daughter's records completely wiped. Her birth certificate, her citizenship, eve her own name. The next morning there were cops at her house to arrest her. She was branded as a terrorist and charged with breaking and entering to an CIA agents house. She wasn't even given a fair trial. They took her to a secret facility and tortured her for questions that she could not possibly answer. Tings like "Who are you working for?" and "Where is x person and what are they planning?" She tried be honest with them and simply telling them that she had no idea what they were talking about. But any time she pleaded innocence or ignorance they just beat her harder.
She gave up trying to reason with them and simply retreat to what she now called "her happy place".. Except the longer she stayed there the less happy she became. The constant abuse and threat of being killed at any time stained her once pure heart. She hated the people that were doing this to her, and she hated her father for letting them do this. Her fantasies turned into violent ones where she would brutally main the ones holding her captive.
They took this and used it as an excuse as to why they kept her locked away there, despite them knowing full well she was like this BECAUSE of what they did to her. The only one who stood up for her and tried to protect her was here older brother But there was little he could do. The girl left reality, plunging deeper and deeper into her ever darkening mind until finally she lost track of it all together. Her physical body on earth died but she lived on.
Her conscious mind moved to a new world, one she would soon learn was called Fantasia. Normally one would be happy to escape the horrors of a cruel reality and into a real of limitless possibilities. But she was not. In fact she felt angry.. this was supposed to be a world where her dreams could truly be real, but her dreams of revenge could not be realized if she were trapped in this realm. She was determined to see to it that her dreams of revenge would come true, and she would soon get the chance.
Her strong will and determination eventually turned her into what was known as a Magnus. This allowed her to make nearly anything she wanted a reality, but unlike most of the Magnus's there was something restraining her, holding back her full power. This restraint was her own conscience. As angry as she was there was still some good in her heart. that kept her from acting on her anger. With no outlet to dispel her anger.
From this her subconscious formed a blade. A blade filled with her anger and her hate and with all the thoughts of murder and vengeance she meditated on so often. The blade had a mind of it's own and it spoke to her. It promised to give her the revenge she so desired and free her from her restraints. The girl accepted the sword without hesitation, and as promised the weapon changed her. The girl's innocents, the goodness in her heart was pushed aside and replaced with cruelty. But while the change did unlock some of her suppressed power, she never reached her full potential as a Magnus. She was too reliant on the blade and therefor some of her strength was lost.
But that didn't stop her using her new found blade to kill everyone that stood in her path. While she couldn't' have her revenge on the ones who wronged her in the real world, that didn't mean she couldn't take her anger out on others instead. So she killed. Stabbing drowning electrocuting, it didnt' matter. So long as they suffered she didnt' care how they died. At first it eased the hate and the anger she felt inside. Venting her frustration was easy at first. one victim was all it took. But then one wasn't' enough. As time went on she had to spill more and more blood to make her feel normal again.
She struck without hesitation or regret, the perfect killer. While she wasn't' freely able to create anything she pleased, she was able to manipulate blood any way she liked. Her subconscious formed a second artifact, this time a necklace with a red gem. The gem was capable of absorbing a vast quantity of blood to add to what she refers to as her "blood pool" allowing her to use blood as a weapon before actually having to spill any. Of cores if she were to run out of blood in her gem she would have to refill it before she could call on it's power again.
She went on to slaughter hundreds of people. earning herself the name Sangu Diabolus or Blood Demon. She didn't particularly like the name but having long since forgotten her birth name she accepted it. Now days she hides out underground in a bunker that used to belong to a gang of thugs and thieves. Swimming in blood and sitting on a chair made from the skulls of her fallen enemies. An inscription above the entrance to the door reads as follows. "Blood for the blood god. Skulls for the skull throne."
Personality: Sangu is cruel and heartless. She doesn't care who she hurts or why, her only goal in her new life is to inflict as much suffering on others as possible. Her one and only love is carnage. Sometimes she will try and keep a low profile and act normal but this is usually only temporary to avoid certain situations or make things easier for herself. She can also at times pretend to cry to lure victims down a dark ally to slaughter them.
Her personality might change drastically
Appearance: 5'2 with chin length white hair. Her right eye is blue and her left is green. Her body is slender and he skin fare. Her atire consists of a black hoody covered in very detailed skulls, black pants and sneakers wither her reckless and sword always on her. person. She'll sometimes wear a mask when she goes on large murderous sprees as a tribute to one of her favorite anime characters.
dis is teh mask
Spoiler
Strengths: Sangu's manipulation over blood is very precise. It's as though it's an extension of her own body. She can make it do nearly anything she can imagine it to do, thus making it a deadly offence and defense. She usually sticks to tactics one might find in some anime or manga, fancying herself an assassin or perhaps a ninja. It all depends on her mood really. She will at times drop that idea and fight like a monster or beast if she's angry or bored.
She can use her blood to block attacks deflect projectiles ensnare foes, cut them to pieces or use blood as a projectile. She can not manipulate the blood inside another person's body, however once the blood is split it's free game.
Weaknesses: Due to her relying too heavily on her weapon. Sangu can not do anything beyond the power she already has, nor can she materialize new weapons or alter the functions of the one she currently has.Her power is limited by how much blood she can acquire leading her to constantly more.
She may eventually be able to reach a higher power but for now she is stuck as she is
09/26/2015, 03:26 PM #15
Alright. So. Tewi. A couple things.
1. Invalidum are not crazy, like you might be thinking. They are utterly mindless. They are not the least bit aware of their actions. They're akin to someone having constant seizures. Sometimes those seizures involve creating dangerous Figments. Sometimes it doesn't. Their rejection of the Fantasia has left them catatonic. As there is no layer below Fantasia, no more room for the mind to dive, they're just stuck in Fantasia, without being aware of it.
2. Stop literally pulling these long as fuck bios out of your ass like holy shit what are you. (Don't take this seriously.)
3. As far as the whole blood thing goes... um... She'd have to be a Magnus for that, and the sword would have to be a Figment instead of a standard weapon. A Figment with a personality and everything. I'm partial to internal conflict, so I, personally, would recommend the sword either be opposed to Sangu's bloodlust, or Sangu fighting against the constant urge to slaughter that the sword imposes upon her. That's just me though. The former would probably work better. This isn't Deadman Wonderland.
Also: The FBI has no true governmental power. They have absolutely no pull when it comes to people's existence as far as records go. They're an Investigative Bureau, not the CIA.
Last edited by Kilelicus; 09/26/2015, 05:42 PM. 1. Invalidum are not crazy, like you might be thinking. They are utterly mindless. They are not the least bit aware of their actions. They're akin to someone having constant seizures. Sometimes those seizures involve creating dangerous Figments. Sometimes it doesn't. Their rejection of the Fantasia has left them catatonic. As there is no layer below Fantasia, no more room for the mind to dive, they're just stuck in Fantasia, without being aware of it.
2. Stop literally pulling these long as fuck bios out of your ass like holy shit what are you. (Don't take this seriously.)
3. As far as the whole blood thing goes... um... She'd have to be a Magnus for that, and the sword would have to be a Figment instead of a standard weapon. A Figment with a personality and everything. I'm partial to internal conflict, so I, personally, would recommend the sword either be opposed to Sangu's bloodlust, or Sangu fighting against the constant urge to slaughter that the sword imposes upon her. That's just me though. The former would probably work better. This isn't Deadman Wonderland.
Also: The FBI has no true governmental power. They have absolutely no pull when it comes to people's existence as far as records go. They're an Investigative Bureau, not the CIA.
Sometimes I feel like the only normal person here
"My Threshing has been Extra Princely Fresh"
"My Threshing has been Extra Princely Fresh"
Hazmer Baybee
09/27/2015, 03:00 AM #16
If I'm not a bother, I'd like to join this. I've been searching for such a game like this.
Name: Anthony Blasphemy
Gender: Male
Race: Human Imaginandi Impoten
Age: Physical= 15. Actual = 17
Favored Weapon: Would use almost anything he finds as long as it looks/sounds cool.
History: Anthony was a special kid, unlike any other. Besides the fact he had a full family...and no physical deformaties...in fact, he was nearly a completely normal child. Sadly, he was born to the Blasphemy family. Nearly all of it's members were unacceptable by society for one reason or another, and Tony was no different. He'd been enthralled by video games in his childhood, and before he knew it, he couldn't tell the difference between life and game.
It's gotten to the point where he believes life itself is a game. By his teen age, he'd been shunned and avoided by everyone whom noticed him, except his older sister.
One night, he awoke in an alleyway instead of the room he shared with his sister. Believing he had finally reached the next level, Tony built his home in the alley. He would search for supplies but always return, hopeful that his sister would reach the same level soon.
Personality: Dropped into this new world, he has never before believed in his theory that life is a game as much as he does now. Believes death isn't permanent. Likes to protect others in trouble, even if they turn out to be evil. Extremely brave and careless. Examines nearly everything around him, as if searching for secrets and items. Hated by shop owners the most for certain reasons...
Appearance:
Wears almost any outfit he comes across, occasionally including stolen or found accessories and hats. Almost never seen in a formal getup. Has dark-ish brown hair that just reaches his neck.
Strengths: Can go on until his body gives up on him, causing him to faint. Not easily intimidated.
Weaknesses: Horribly unimaginative, believing everything is real and he just has to find it in the world somewhere. Will consume or keep almost anything he finds. Can't resist joining groups. May try to talk to creatures that can't. Slight kleptomaniac.
Relationship: Valerie (Older Sister)
Name: Valerie Blasphemy
Gender: Female
Race: Human Imaginandi Magnus
Age: Physical = 18 Actual = 22
Favored Weapon: Chains that manifest themselves and change color as well as power depending on Valerie's mood. Red = Heat/Anger, Blue = Cold/Calm, Black = Sound/Fear, and White = Light/Confidence.
These chains are wrapped around her body under her clothes, as a form of protection when not in use.
History: Valerie was born into the Blasphemy family, whom could never be accepted socially, a few years before Anthony. Although she was a genius, beautiful, and diligent child, Valerie hated her life when she was young. She was unable to stand the people around her, crying rivers when they were nearby.
That is, until Tony, her little brother, was born. Valerie felt a need to protect him from the world she kept herself away from, and so she did throughout their early life.
One day, Tony went missing. No one cared to search for him and his own parents lost hope and gave up after a year, but Valerie kept searching. Even more distant, to the point of ignoring other's existences, Valerie had 1 thing on her mind; find her little brother, as he slowly became her main focus in life. Months of roaming the world led Valerie to a long empty road. After a few minutes of walking, she realized something was wrong. She wasn't walking anymore, she was falling. With only land in sight, Valerie braced herself for a possibly fatal landing.
When she came to, her brother greeted her with a smile as they sat in a makeshift home inside an alley. And from there, they began their wandering through the new world. Seemingly a month later, she awakened to utulizing her imagination, and sought to help her brother do so as well.
Personality: Although she supports Anthony near-fully, she doesn't believe in his theory that life is a game. Distant to everyone but him. Although she will do so, she hates to help others out.
Likes people who tend to avoid crowds and publicity, as they might be able to relate to her.
Appearance:
Usually wears a red Kimono. Has messy near waist-length brown hair, lighter than her brother's.
Strengths: More physically and mentally fit than most people (not just girls) her age.
Weaknesses: May come off as rude to other people, especially if they mess with her brother (Doesn't get along well with others). Low tolerance to body/mind altering and sicknesses (Alcohol, Medicine, Spinning too much). Doesn't like being away from Tony. Afraid of crowds, to the point of crying if she is stuck in the middle of one. Inexperienced with powers Imaginandi Magnus' easily utilize, besides her chains.
Relationship: Anthony Blasphemy (Younger Brother)
Last edited by Miniking1; 09/27/2015, 09:40 AM. Reason: Updated appearances.Spoiler
TonyName: Anthony Blasphemy
Gender: Male
Race: Human Imaginandi Impoten
Age: Physical= 15. Actual = 17
Favored Weapon: Would use almost anything he finds as long as it looks/sounds cool.
History: Anthony was a special kid, unlike any other. Besides the fact he had a full family...and no physical deformaties...in fact, he was nearly a completely normal child. Sadly, he was born to the Blasphemy family. Nearly all of it's members were unacceptable by society for one reason or another, and Tony was no different. He'd been enthralled by video games in his childhood, and before he knew it, he couldn't tell the difference between life and game.
It's gotten to the point where he believes life itself is a game. By his teen age, he'd been shunned and avoided by everyone whom noticed him, except his older sister.
One night, he awoke in an alleyway instead of the room he shared with his sister. Believing he had finally reached the next level, Tony built his home in the alley. He would search for supplies but always return, hopeful that his sister would reach the same level soon.
Personality: Dropped into this new world, he has never before believed in his theory that life is a game as much as he does now. Believes death isn't permanent. Likes to protect others in trouble, even if they turn out to be evil. Extremely brave and careless. Examines nearly everything around him, as if searching for secrets and items. Hated by shop owners the most for certain reasons...
Appearance:
Spoiler
Wears almost any outfit he comes across, occasionally including stolen or found accessories and hats. Almost never seen in a formal getup. Has dark-ish brown hair that just reaches his neck.
Strengths: Can go on until his body gives up on him, causing him to faint. Not easily intimidated.
Weaknesses: Horribly unimaginative, believing everything is real and he just has to find it in the world somewhere. Will consume or keep almost anything he finds. Can't resist joining groups. May try to talk to creatures that can't. Slight kleptomaniac.
Relationship: Valerie (Older Sister)
Spoiler
ValerieName: Valerie Blasphemy
Gender: Female
Race: Human Imaginandi Magnus
Age: Physical = 18 Actual = 22
Favored Weapon: Chains that manifest themselves and change color as well as power depending on Valerie's mood. Red = Heat/Anger, Blue = Cold/Calm, Black = Sound/Fear, and White = Light/Confidence.
These chains are wrapped around her body under her clothes, as a form of protection when not in use.
History: Valerie was born into the Blasphemy family, whom could never be accepted socially, a few years before Anthony. Although she was a genius, beautiful, and diligent child, Valerie hated her life when she was young. She was unable to stand the people around her, crying rivers when they were nearby.
That is, until Tony, her little brother, was born. Valerie felt a need to protect him from the world she kept herself away from, and so she did throughout their early life.
One day, Tony went missing. No one cared to search for him and his own parents lost hope and gave up after a year, but Valerie kept searching. Even more distant, to the point of ignoring other's existences, Valerie had 1 thing on her mind; find her little brother, as he slowly became her main focus in life. Months of roaming the world led Valerie to a long empty road. After a few minutes of walking, she realized something was wrong. She wasn't walking anymore, she was falling. With only land in sight, Valerie braced herself for a possibly fatal landing.
When she came to, her brother greeted her with a smile as they sat in a makeshift home inside an alley. And from there, they began their wandering through the new world. Seemingly a month later, she awakened to utulizing her imagination, and sought to help her brother do so as well.
Personality: Although she supports Anthony near-fully, she doesn't believe in his theory that life is a game. Distant to everyone but him. Although she will do so, she hates to help others out.
Likes people who tend to avoid crowds and publicity, as they might be able to relate to her.
Appearance:
Spoiler
Usually wears a red Kimono. Has messy near waist-length brown hair, lighter than her brother's.
Strengths: More physically and mentally fit than most people (not just girls) her age.
Weaknesses: May come off as rude to other people, especially if they mess with her brother (Doesn't get along well with others). Low tolerance to body/mind altering and sicknesses (Alcohol, Medicine, Spinning too much). Doesn't like being away from Tony. Afraid of crowds, to the point of crying if she is stuck in the middle of one. Inexperienced with powers Imaginandi Magnus' easily utilize, besides her chains.
Relationship: Anthony Blasphemy (Younger Brother)
It's always me doing the tedious things...
Dear Random Number God; Stay outta my way!
Dear Random Number God; Stay outta my way!
09/27/2015, 03:40 AM #17
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm not a fan of the name Blasphemy. It's really awkward, but I suppose it's okay. I'm pretty sure it's spelled "Valerie?"
Maybe change Hero's name to something a little bit less... uh... cartoony?
Maybe find some pictures of your characters instead of giving me Walfas DNA that I have no clue how to utilize.
That's all I have right now.
I'm kinda a stickler about app qualification, more so than most other RP runners.
Maybe change Hero's name to something a little bit less... uh... cartoony?
Maybe find some pictures of your characters instead of giving me Walfas DNA that I have no clue how to utilize.
That's all I have right now.
I'm kinda a stickler about app qualification, more so than most other RP runners.
Sometimes I feel like the only normal person here
"My Threshing has been Extra Princely Fresh"
"My Threshing has been Extra Princely Fresh"
Hazmer Baybee
09/27/2015, 05:12 AM #19
The last name isn't such an issue.
Now I just need either a more descriptive appearance section, or images of art that looks similar to your characters, or screenshots of your walfas creations.
EDIT: Dahlia's app is now complete. See post https://yukkuricraft.net/showthread.php?3123-OOC-Character-Creation-Fantasia&p=106385&viewfull=1#post106385
Last edited by Kilelicus; 09/27/2015, 05:16 AM. Now I just need either a more descriptive appearance section, or images of art that looks similar to your characters, or screenshots of your walfas creations.
EDIT: Dahlia's app is now complete. See post https://yukkuricraft.net/showthread.php?3123-OOC-Character-Creation-Fantasia&p=106385&viewfull=1#post106385
Sometimes I feel like the only normal person here
"My Threshing has been Extra Princely Fresh"
"My Threshing has been Extra Princely Fresh"
Hazmer Baybee