[OOC/Character Creation] - Fantasia

*huff huff huff*

A dark city surrounds an abnormally tall building. One that appears as appears as though it stretches, black and twisted, into infinity.

*thump thump thump*

Within the tower, a girl runs. From what, she does not know. She does not know why she is there or how she came to be there, but her body screams to flee. Flee for her life, lest whatever is hunting her catches her. So she obliges. Her footsteps echo throughout the empty corridors of the rise, and her eyes endlessly scan the dark halls for her next exit. She rounds a corner and instinctively slams a door behind her. She turns around and heads up another flight of stairs, a routine she feels she's been repeating for an eternity now. She pauses at the next landing for a moment to try and catch her breath; her throat feels as dry as a desert, and her heart has been beating against her ribs for... possibly hours now.

*CRASH*

The girl hastens to the railing to look down. A blob, blacker than night, formless as melted wax, bursts through the wall on the floor below her. Fear revisits her face as she turns and retreats through the next door, not bothering to close it this time. For the eternity that she had been running, it felt as though she was slowing, because the creature was gaining on her. But she had to be nearing the top, she just had to be. She continues her endless marathon, perpetually ascending, hoping that salvation awaits atop the tower.

Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes turn to Hours. Her body becomes exhausted, but her legs yet carry her, ever upwards to the summit of the spire. Eventually, she sees it. A light, breaking through a doorway! She bursts through as quickly as she can...

Only to be met with nothing. She takes a few steps out and glances around. The salvation her body had strived so painstakingly toward did not await her. In fact, it became frighteningly clear that the only one now on the roof with her, was her pursuer. She turned to face the thing that chased her so vehemently as it rose high above her. She took several steps back, the towers atop the building being swallowed up by the ever-growing darkness before her. Her expression of fear changed to desperation and terror. She was going to die here and she knew it. She looked back as she stepped, catching a view of the dark and otherworldly city below her. But one more thing now caught her eye. There was a black figure stood atop the spire with her, standing at the edge of the roof. The figure looked masculine in nature, and it held out its hand. She had two choices: Wait for her hunter to descend upon her, or run to the figure and take his hand.

She took the second option. She turned and ran for the pitch-black man, stretching out her hand to take his. As their hands joined together, the black figure pulled her against itself and leaped from the building, the girl in tow. As the two plummeted towards the ground, the girl thought to herself. Why was this happening? Why her? Was she going to die in this moment, or was there a reason this darkened man had come to her rescue? She closed her eyes and hoped that she would be safe...

And then she woke...

"DAHLIA!? ARE YOU UP AND MOVING YET?!" called a voice in the distance. The girl opened her eyes, greeted by the familiar view of her bedroom and the scent of a healthy breakfast on the stove downstairs. She sighed in relief as she flipped over, burying her face in her pillow.

"That dream again..." she groaned.

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There exists a world, beyond our sight, locked behind our minds. A powerful barrier separates this and our world. Many call this world "Imagination," some call it "Fantasy," others "Fiction."

The true name of this world is lost to the ages, but its inhabitants prefer to call it "Fantasia."

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Fantasia is the world where dreams come true. In a far more literal sense than one might hope for. Fantasia, currently represented by a black and twisted city, is where all constructs of imagination go to live upon conception. This world has existed for as long as mankind has wondered, as it represents the entirety of the human imagination in its collective existence. Within this city live the various creations of the human mind, known simply as "Figments."

Occasionally, Fantasia is visited by humans, known to the Figments as "Imaginandi;" Humans who can manifest their own imaginations right before them. There are several kinds of Imaginandi: Imaginandi Magnus, Imaginandi Impotens, and Imaginandi Invalidum. Magni are a rare breed, and fully capably of utilizing the abilities granted to them in Fantasia. These individuals are often revered as gods among figments, while some others are feared as demons.

The most widely known Magni are a young man named Deus, and a number of other, less savory Imaginandi. Impotensi, the most numerous, are incapable of utilizing the abilities they've been granted, either because they simply lack the will power or have lost the ability in one way or another. All hope of becoming Magni is not lost on them, however. They are fully capable of regaining their abilities. The final form of Imaginandi, Invalidumi are humans who have lost their minds upon entering Fantasia. They are Invalids as their name implies, incapable of properly living on their own, but cursed with the extended life spans the Imaginandi inherit.

Imaginandi are all granted semi-immortality. They cannot die of natural causes, and their bodies need extraordinarily less nourishment to sustain themselves than would be needed in the real world. In addition to their inability to die naturally, their bodies cease aging at around a physical development of 24 - 30 years old. If an Imaginandi is "born" at an older age, their body's structure is returned to prime condition, while the exterior retains more or less the same appearance as before the Imaginandi was born.

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Rules:

Contrary to Aeterna, your characters are pretty much NORMAL HUMANS in this, albeit a bit more durable for Rule of Cool purposes.

Magni cannot use their imagination to influence themselves or other people. They can create minor allies to help out from time to time, but that will require you to create an app that I must accept. So I suggest you use that sparingly. Otherwise, only weapons of reasonable size and other objects.

As I am an Atheist, there will be times where the story will imply that actual deities like God, Yahweh, Allah, etc. are constructs of the human imagination. If this is going to offend you, I suggest you not partake.

Multiple Characters are permissible provided you don't go overboard with them, capiche?

RELATIONSHIPS ARE A-OK. IN FACT, I ENCOURAGE THEM.

General roleplaying rules apply. I might have forgotten something. If you have any questions on the legality of your next post, talk to me.


Character Creation Sheet:

Name:

Sex:

Race (Imaginandi Magnus/Impotens|Figment):

Physical Age (Actual Age Optional, provided they're older than they look):

Favored Weapon:

History:

Personality:

Appearance:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Aaaaaaaaaand GO

Notes:

Inspiration for the city comes from the following video.


Other Relevant videos of inspiration include...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwMSemZX81U

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUUOezyeOmU

INHABITANTS OF FANTASIA

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Imaginandi: Imaginandi are humans who have lost touch with reality in the real world. Their disassociation with the real world has resulted in a relative rift forming in the real world, pulling that person into Fantasia. Freshly "Born" Imaginandi are often confused and terrified. Their first few moments in Fantasia are as Impotens, and will determine if they will become a Magni or an Invalidum, or remain Impotens.

Imaginandi Magnus: Magni are the rarest kind of Imaginandi in Fantasia, numbering no more than a couple dozen. Very few of these Imaginandi are influential in the world, as a great portion of them keep to themselves, living out their fantasy lives in the many outlying realms surrounding the city. Magni are capable of quite a few things: They are able to materialize weapons before them, exactly as they imagine them. They can summon up other objects on a whim and even produce food with their mind. They can even create Figments as allies on the fly. In addition, Magni are capable of almost instantaneous transit between two locations via dark portals affectionately dubbed "The High Road" by its travelers.

While there are many Magni who strive to do good, known as Deis (Singular: Deus) by the Figments of Fantasia, there are many others who would use their newfound abilities to rule over the weaker inhabitants of the world. These individuals are known as Daemons, and are locked in an eternal secret war with the Deis. This is partially the cause for the significant lack of Magni in Fantasia in the 21st Century. The strongest Daemon form a group known as Septem Horribilis.

Imaginandi Impotens: Impotensi are the most common group of humans in Fantasia. They enter the world the same as any other Imaginandi: They fall out of the sky. The first thing they notice upon impacting with the ground is that they are perfectly fine, which is understandably... not normal. However, upon getting their bearings and learning more about the world in which they now reside, they begin to learn that they are not quite so like the Magni of which they hear so much about. While Impotensi are capable of creating small, everyday objects and food, they are incapable of producing weapons or Figments in Fantasia, or utilizing The High Road.

Impotensi are more or less typical human beings within Fantasia, with no real outstanding abilities as far as Imaginandi go. The reason they lack much of the power that the Magni possess is due to a lack of willpower, or a weakness in imaginative strength. Impotensi, however, can become Magni if they put forth the effort. Alternatively, if they allow themselves to lose touch with even this reality, they will become Invalidumi.

Imaginandi Invalidum: Invalidumi are not quite as common as Impotensi. However, they riddle the sides of roads throughout Fantasia. They often resemble insane homeless-folk, not dissimilar to the cliched tin-foil-hat-hobos of Hollywood. Invalidumi have completely lost their minds, and have rejected the reality of this world in exchange for living in their own little fantasies within their mind. Unfortunately for them, their physical bodies remain in Fantasia. In addition to this, some Invalidum are unpredictable and potentially dangerous, as some were actually powerful enough to become Magni, but rejected Fantasia before that could happen. The result is something of a mix between a crazed, blithering bum, and a god, which can lead to chaos in and of itself.

Figments: 99% of Fantasia is made up of Figments: Creations of the human mind in the Real World, or of Magni within Fantasia. These Figments come in a plethora of different shapes and sizes and colors. A number of them are children's imaginary friends, while some may be the dreamings of lonely people on a cold night. Any sort of "being" that is thought up within the Real World is given form and matching personality within Fantasia. However, if that creation has been given recognizable form in the real world, it ceases to be in Fantasia. (No, that doesn't mean you can play as touhou characters. No, that doesn't mean you can play as Mario, ST64.)

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PLOT

Fantasia is a semi-story driven roleplay. Which means there is a central plot that will go on with or without your characters. This means a couple things. For instance: If you are engaged in a lengthy battle that's important to the plot, and you're Wonderweiss, I will intervene in the battle however I deem necessary as a means to getting the story moving. Whether that means killing your character (which will be reserved for REPEAT OFFENDERS....) or having a combat-figment jump in, or even Deus himself is dependent on the situation and my mood at the time.

The Story itself is one really long episode of COPS, with a couple episodes of Criminal Minds taking up the Commercial Segments. Or something like that. Deus is basically the only existing "police force" for Fantasia at this time. As such, he is a very busy man, doing his best to Batman his way through the city while still being an approachable and pleasant guy to hang out around. His work will generally entail intervening in the Turf War between "God", "Yahweh" and "Allah," also known as the Big Three: Mafia Bosses within Fantasia, and attempting to thwart the efforts of the Septem Horribilis.

Your characters can have their own stuff going on. Surely, this will occasionally intersect with what's going on in the primary plot. Alternatively, you can become heavily involved in the main plot. There's not any real Doomsday situation in this like in EG or ATWAG. Just a secret war and constant Mafia war.

Here is a picture to give you a general idea of what the City looks like, in tandem with the World's End Dancehall city.

Name: Dahlia

Sex: Female

Race (Imaginandi Magnus/Impotens|Figment): Imaginandi Impotens

Physical Age (Actual Age Optional, provided they're older than they look): 17

Favored Weapon: Deus. Just Deus.

History:

There's some dark, triggering shit in here, so if you're a gigantic pussy from tumblr, please leave.

No seriously, I'm not pulling punches, you've been warned.

Dahlia is a young girl from a small town in western New York. She had always lived a rather content life in the countryside, at least... until she had made it to middle school. Before then, Dahlia had always been regarded as a bright and outgoing child, but once she had entered middle school, things changed. She began withdrawing herself from the other children. Her family and teachers initially (And correctly) suspected bullying. It came with the territory of being an adolescent. Everything from ostracization to name-calling to food-throwing, rumor-spreading, trust-breaking, and so on. Dahlia was subjected to all of it, every single day.

The torment that she received on a daily basis turned the usually cheerful and friendly Dahlia of the prior 9-10 years into a silent recluse, who wanted nothing to do with other people, for fear of being hurt yet again. Dahlia's time at home was spent in solitude for three long years. Then came High School. Dahlia decided that it was time for a change. As such, she told herself that she would be more outgoing, more interactive. And she became so, making friends with several of her classmates. For a time, things were good. Until one fateful night...

One night, in the middle of winter, Dahlia was woken by the sound of someone plowing through the door. She heard her parents immediately head downstairs to inspect what was going on. At first, her groggy mind thought it was her brother coming home from work late, drunk out of his mind. And then she heard gun shots. Followed by her Mother's screaming, which was abruptly cut short by yet another shot. Dahlia, terrified, grabbed her cell phone and crawled underneath her bed and prayed that she would not be found. As she kept an ear to the floor, she heard the intruders rummaging around the house, all the while dialing 911 and hoping for a quick response.

As she reported what was going on, she could hear one of the intruders making their way upstairs, she begged the dispatcher to hurry in sending help and went silent, hoping the intruder would move on. If only she had been so lucky. The intruder immediately turned into her room and looked around. It wasn't long before he found her, shivering beneath her bed. He called down to his companion and it wasn't long before the two were having their way with the petrified girl. Her parents dead and her brother nowhere to be found, Dahlia was completely at their mercy, and was now being violated. She began to shut down, dropping into semi-consciousness, and she retreated to the back of her mind until everything ended.

After about 10 minutes in her own personal hell, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye: her brother sneaking into her room. The light was still off, and he was stepping silently. He held an aluminum bat in his hand and looked at her, gesturing to stay quiet. Dahlia's brain shut down again, and she didn't wake up until the morning. In her unconsciousness, her brother had beaten the intruders to death with his bat, and the authorities had arrived. Several ambulances had arrived with them. Dahlia was moved to the local hospital, where she had awoken. A dead expression in her eyes, Dahlia was still in mental retreat, and remained that way for the rest of the school year, never leaving home, and never being without her brother around to protect her.

Dahlia's brother struggled for an entire year to help rehabilitate Dahlia's mental state, and eventually, he began making progress. She started going back to school, but when her classmates had heard about a home invasion turning into a double homicide and a rape, and Dahlia's subsequent absence from school for an extensive length of time, they put two and two together and got the perfect ammunition for her bullies to use against her. Whenever she is reminded of those events, Dahlia retreats to the back of her mind once more, becoming catatonic. Eventually, she had been tormented to the point that she completely rejected reality.

Then, in the middle of a school hallway, Dahlia left the real world.

Personality: Dahlia is a typical, embittered and snarky teenager. Friendliness is not a foreign concept to her, but her experiences in life have turned her into a cynic and a nihilist. Deus plans on changing this by empowering her with Magnus abilities and rehabilitating her through extended interaction.

Appearance:

Appearance

Strengths: While Dahlia is currently an Impotens, she has great imaginative capability, and an unwavering sense of justice that sometimes errs on the side of anti-heroism.

Weaknesses: Dahlia may have inherited a the abilities of an Imaginandi, but her mind is still scarred by what had happened to her not even a year ago. This means that Dahlia is susceptible to PTSD episodes whenever she is reminded of that terrible night. Despite her sense of justice, Dahlia is not a fighter. Before she can take her dispensing of justice into her own hands, Deus will be teaching and training her, acting as her guide.

Note:

Theme

As it stands, this is gonna be Deus's App. More or less a copypasta of his EG App, for reasons.

Name: Deus

Gender: Male

Physical Age: 24 (Actual Age: 1100+ years)

Appearance:

Image

Race: Imaginandi Magnus

Profession: Private Investigator / Defender of Fantasia

Talents: Is able to create objects simply from his imagination, within certain limitations of power, size, and probability based on what universe he exists in. Is able to travel through portals of darkness to reach destinations. If he doesn't know where he's going, he can end up anywhere.

Favored Weapon:

Spoiler

Personality: Deus, at first glance, has a rather rough exterior. Seeming almost emotionless at first. However, take a closer look and it's painfully obvious what kind of mood he's in. He has the most subtly predictable poker face in the world. To the indiscerning eye, his appearance of joviality may be taken as discontent. In all honesty, Deus is one of the most friendly Imaginandi that have ever existed, not that many of them exist in the first place.

History: Deus was once a young boy, living in 10th century Earth. A young boy that had been born a quadriplegic. He lived his life in isolation, except for the exposure he had to his family, whom could not bring themselves to take his life. He had all the time he could have ever wanted, but could only ever use it to rest. So he rested. And he dreamed. And dreamed. And dreamed. Eventually, his imagination took control of his life. He began to lose touch with reality. As this went on, Deus's existence drifted ever closer to the metaphysical world of Fantasia. In this world, all manner of otherworldly creatures existed. All of them born from the imaginations of men. These creatures were called Figments. And they were very real.

When Deus was finally pulled into the world of Fantasia by his own lack of touch with reality, he fell. Like most humans that end up in Fantasia, he fell from the ceiling. As he fell, he could see a city below. It was not incredibly large, but it was larger than any town he had ever been taken to or heard of. It excited him. The excitement was short-lived, however, as Deus could not maneuver his body somewhere safe to land, and thus fell headfirst into the cobbled streets of Fantasia. He was immediately knocked unconscious.

After a few hours, he awoke. He instinctively moved his hand to his head, to feel a goose-egg that had been formed from the fall. It was then that he realized two things. First: He had just moved his arm for the first time in his life. Second: He had no earthly idea who he was. As time went on, he took on a job, began to work towards bettering the city of Fantasia, so on and so forth.

Bio: Deus is a Human, yes. But he fell into Fantasia. And like and human that falls into Fantasia, he immediately became an Imaginandi: A human who could manifest their own imaginations right before them. Unlike most true Imaginandi, though, he was the first, and he was also the only one to rightly lose his identity. As such, while displaying his abilities, the people of Fantasia began to call him "Deus," as he seemed a god-like figure to them. There are other Imaginandi like him, but they number fewer than twenty, and many of them are vile individuals, using their abilities for personal gain. These Imaginandi are colloquially known by the Figments of Fantasia as Daemons, while those who use their abilities to help others are known as Deis.

There exist other Imaginandi that number far greater than the Daemons and Deis, but they have either not retained the ability to manifest their imaginations, or they have simply gone mad in their ravings and can't even function as human beings. The former are called Imaginandi Impotens, while the latter are called Imaginandi Invalidum.

Notes: The portals that he travels through are passageways loosely linked to Fantasia, and as such work based on the user's imagination. Time passes far slower there than in the real world, so a century in reality can be a single day in Fantasia.

Powerful enough, and disciplined Imaginandi are capable of passing between Fantasia and the Real World whenever they please.

OKAY, EVERYONE, WE'RE OPEN FOR BUSINESS, EVERYTHING I'VE DEEMED IMMEDIATELY NECESSARY TO COVER IS COVERED. CREATE YOUR PEOPLE GOGOGO

I got lazy at the end ;w;

The Potion Maker

Name: Pio Ravendore

Sex: Female

Race (Imaginandi Magnus/Impotens|Figment): Figment

Age: 18 (real life), 14 (appearance)

Favored Weapon:

Because Pio is not a combat unit, she has no weapons. The most she can do is grab a broom that she uses to clean her shop and smack people with it.

History:

Spoiler

4 years ago, a teenage girl who loved fantasy novels was struck with a terrible accident. She was walking back home from school when a particularly drunk driver rammed into her accidentally and fled the scene. A passerby who saw her laying on the ground bleeding called 911 and she was taken to the hospital, but by the time she arrived, she was declared DOA. Her parents were devastated; for the victim was a gifted, respectful kid who entered a very prestigious high school and was getting the highest GPA out of all freshmen students... they could only blame fate as the girl was put to rest in a cemetery...

However, a figment of her imagination right before the accident lived on in the world of Fantasia.

Because of how much this girl loved fantasy stuff, she imagined herself as one of the characters in various fantasy universe when she was bored. Right before she collided with the car, she was imagining herself as a potions master in the world of Harry Potter. That fragment of creation she have made with her mind actually came alive in the world of Fantasia as a separate entity after the girl's death without containing any memory of her life as the imaginer. The only retaining memory she had was her basic demographics and her potion-making skills.

Without much support, this little girl named Pio settled in one of many rundown alleys of Fantasia, creating a small potions shop. Most of the times it acts as a pharmacy of sorts: anyone who was sick or injured could find a cure at her apothecary. She enjoys the work: for she could create potions AND help the various inhabitants of this enigmatic cold city, bringing warmth to thaw the hardened frowns on people's faces.

Personality:

Pio is rather cheery, jovial individual who, like her warm potions, thaw people's hearts. She doesn't know why, but she just likes helping people and making them smile. She isn't better off in terms of financial aspects as her customers, but she happily allows them to pay for their potions later if they couldn't pay at the spot. She is altruistically generous: often seen giving her own meals away to strangers who looked hungry and lost, or providing the poor her provisions even though she too need them, often more so than the people she's giving them to.

Pio doesn't like how much crime and twisted evil are in the world, but laments on the fact that she cannot do anything about it. She hopes whatever acts of kindness she performs will maybe purify the stained hearts of people.

Appearance:

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Strengths:

Arguably one of Pio's greatest strengths is the ability to make anyone feel at home. Her hospitality eases her customers so that they feel relaxed and even happy and jovial. Her affinity towards peaceful and happy environment allows her to make lots of friends and allies.

Another major strength of hers is the fact that she can make various potions. These potions range from invigorating drinks that can rejuvenate a person and make the drinker feel energetic to deadly poisons that are imbued to blades and arrows. She cannot just create these potions out of imagination like the Imaginandis; she requires the right ingredients, a long period of time, and a 100% of her efforts to create the potions with the desired effects.

Weaknesses:

Not only is Pio a pacifist; she cannot fight. Her body appears to be that of a teenage girl without any physical training whatsoever, which makes her an easy target to overwhelm with sheer force.

Of course you're accepted wriggu <3

Character application for Fantasia. Weeee!!!



Name: Yosho Ki'Sing

Sex: Male

Race (Imaginandi Magnus/Impotens|Figment): Imaginandi Impotens (Human)

Physical Age (Actual Age Optional, provided they're older than they look): 19

Favored Weapon: Nightsplitter* -- Thin, sharp greatsword.

History:
Yosho Ki'Sing is a legendary figure on his home world. His skill with a blade, despite being at such a tender age, is unmatched, and he's credited for personally ending the war-between two major City-States. While most of his credited fame comes from happenstance he still is blessed with the gift of getting up, and going out to do something. After Ending the War between the two city-states, Yosho was married to a daughter of his rivaling state as a political arrangement, much to his dismay. He doesn't care for politics, as they're slow, and get things done less efficiently than stabbing and slashing.

While engaged, Yosho had to sit around for months, waiting for propaganda, and word of mouth to carry his "Victory" to the other city-states to make it seem like he did indeed bring the City of Grey's Mark to its knees, instead of stumble into a surprise wedding. During this time, it was suggested by his friend, (who just so happened to also be employed in Grey's Mark's military, that Lying, a**hole!!!) he undergo a "Quest". Where do you find quests? A Tavern! While this was simply a means to attempt to get the young man drunk, Yosho picked up on the first bit of information they were presented with. Grey's Mark's formation was when the Sword Nightsplitter fell from the sky like a heavenly bolt of divine righteousness, sundering the earth for kilometers and making the large chasm it was now. Yosho desided that was good enough as any to be a quest, and the two men went down into the deepest portions of the city, sword the sword was indeed found, simply laying there.

Yosho now came into possession of a divine relic that was once the chosen weapon of the Angel of Balance, Tahi Relle. But what did that mean to him? He didn't care for the religious banter of other people. He just wanted to go home where things were familiar. He would spend hours upon hours simply training with his new sword, Nightsplitter. Something about the blade felt "correct". His betrothed suggested it was because the weapon was a divine relic, and when she held the blade herself she agreed it was comfortable, but seemed to lack the connection with the blade Yosho had. It got to the point where Yosho would sometimes forget he had the blade with him--rather, he knew it was there, but did not consider it a blade. It was like an extension of himself. Others around him attested to the fact that, unless he was wielding it as a blade, they too would simply forget about it being worn on his back. It had become a part of him.

Days before the marriage, his betrothed suggested he choose a Angel to bless and sanctify their wedding. She knew Yosho wouldn't care for something like that, but she wanted him to be involved, or at least give the bewildered boy a chance to be. It was traditional for Angels of Corris, the Goddess of Harmony and Life, to offer their blessing at a wedding. Yosho didn't know any Angels besides the Angel of Dreams, and the Angel of Balance--both of which did not speak to mortals, or so people thought until Yosho suggested Tahi be the one to offer her blessing. As if an afront to the world trying to tell him he couldn't do it, Yosho sought out an audience with the Angel of Dreams, who he'd seen before as a child. He knew that a mortal couldn't speak with Tahi, but maybe Cataminei could? Certainly, the Sleeping Angel could speak freely with Tahi, and through several meetings, the religious bombshell was dropped that Tahi Relle gave her blessing to Yosho of Klaime and Juhani of Grey's Mark's wedding.

However, the religious upheaval and circumstances around that don't matter. This is a story about Fantasia. Yosho comes to find that, en route, for lack of a better term, to see Cataminei, he spends a portion of time somewhere that is not his home world, or Cataminei's Dream World. Cataminei suggests maybe he has been traveling through it all along, and its nothing to worry about, but Yosho, being the worry-wart he is, decides to explore, and understand this traveling process, or circumstance. As he spends more time simply waiting, he begins to wonder about the world he lives in more, prompting him to ask Cataminei more questions about it. The more questions he asks, the more he visits Fantasia, for longer and longer until one time, he remembers the world.

Personality: Despite his youth, Yosho is stoic and bland. Years of Fighting and war have robbed him of his childhood, and he doesn't seem to see anything wrong with this. He's most comfortable with a sword in his hands, particularly Nightsplitter. He's a bit of a smart ass when dealing with things he either doesn't care about or doesn't like, due to his "friend's" personality rubbing off on him over the years. He's Hard working and motivated to help others, usually disregarding his own sanity and health to achieve those means.

Appearance: Yosho is a young, short man with brown hair that is usually kept well, but can easily become disheveled by his lifestyle. In his world, he is seen wearing armor, or a military grade jacket; tight, movement restricting things that remind you you're wearing them. He is always seen with Nightsplitter. Either in hand, or worn on his person. He's fairly handsome, currently retaining some of that boyish charm while taking strides into manhood. His flat personality general gives him that "serious warrior" look.

In Fantasia, Yosho remains the same, except that he is without armor, and Nightsplitter is only half-way there. The veiwer would be able to note that no sword is actually there, but would confirm that not only does he move like the sword is actually there, but its very presence seems to warn that the boy isn't unarmed. Yosho is completely unaware (At first, at least) that, when not physically holding Nightsplitter, it is not actually there. When he reaches back to grab it, it materializes to be grabbed. When he sheathes it, it fades away as its no longer needed.

Strenghts: Yosho's one true strength relies in his ability to swing a sword, and swing a sword pretty damn well. He is unimaginably quick and skillful with a blade, and that was before receiving Nightsplitter. The Thin, razor sharp sword only seems to compliment his abilities as a swordsman.

Nightsplitter has become so much a part of Yosho in his own mind that, despite being simply Impotens, Yosho can materialize Nightsplitter.

Weaknesses:
Yosho's one true strength is swordsmanship....and not much else. He is unskilled with Magic, logic puzzles, doesn't care about politics or the thought processes involved, and has no idea how anything works outside the tip of his blade. He's been a warrior and a soldier for most of his teenage and adult life, leaving his mind and skills cloistered and unrefined.

While he can materialize Nightsplitter, his utter disregard for himself and his own desires makes it impossible for him to bring about anything else. It could be questioned that perhaps Nightsplitter is bringing itself into existence, and not Yosho bringing it.


*Nightplitter: Nightsplitter is the sword once used by Tahi Relle, before it was discarded in favor of a different, more efficient blade. Despite being discard, the sword is made from the same divinity that made the Angel of balance, and it can never truly be lost or destroyed. It is made from pure divinity; it cannot be destroyed or warped beyond what the Angel of Balance herself deems acceptable. Its razor sharp edge never dulls, and despite being simply iron, is incredibly light. Physical analysis of the sword would reveal it to simply be a sword made of common iron. Unless the divinity of the object was somehow measured, the sword doesn't hint at how, or why it defies what should be physically possible.

This doesn't mean is can do the impossible, however. If wedged between to objects to pry them free, it might simply punch a hole in one of the objects if they are so firmly stuck together. Its inability to be changed can be a detriment, as well. If Yosho, for example, has his size changed, Nightsplitter will not change with him. Divine Authorities (Beings such as God(earth) or someone who has authority over the divine law of that universe) can--and know they can--ask Nightsplitter to "leave" temporarily, and the blade will Vanish. This is because Nightsplitter is part of Tahi Relle, the Angel of Balance. If she has any degree of respect for the petitioning being, she will accept as she has no jurisdiction outside of her own universe.

Since we've already elaborated upon any and all discrepancies, Yosho Ki'Sing is Okay'd

Accepted.

Oh boy, Lunasa's back in the RP section again, take cover. In any case, I want in on this one.

Joel Arken

Name: Joel Arken

Sex: Male

Race (Imaginandi Magnus/Impotens|Figment): Imaginandi Impotens

Physical Age (Actual Age Optional, provided they're older than they look): 17 (Actual age: 17)

Favored Weapon: None, bareknuckle brawling.

History:

Spoiler

Joel Arken was born a paraplegic with a heart condition that kept him at the hospital for the entire seventeen years of his life. He would crave those days when he was younger when his mother, Chie Akiyama, and his dearest younger sister, Miu, would sit next to his bed for a few hours each day. They didn't get to bond much since his mother and his sister both had their own lives to live. He never met his father.

Years passed and soon, his mother, a researcher, had to travel to a far away city to respond to an urgent call for all the best researchers in the world. His sister, who skipped a few grades, went off to a distant university with her friend Rose to study. Months passed as Joel waited in his hospital bed for them to return. They did return, but their visits became more and more sparse over the years due to issues that kept them from leaving. He spent much of his time in a wheelchair, staring out the window at the vast ocean that he saw from his window. Despite accepting the fact that his mother and his sister had their own problems to worry about, Joel developed a feeling of abandonment.

Until one day when a cute young girl suddenly introduced herself to Joel as his new nurse.

"Hey there, my name's Avi and I'll be your nurse from now on. So whenever you want something, just call me name and I'll be here as soon as possible!"

Just being around Avi made Joel's mood improve, her jubilant attitude lightened up whichever room she was in. One day, Avi found Joel looking out at the ocean as the sun was setting. Without warning, she grabbed the handles of his wheelchair and began pushing him to the elevators.

"Come with me, Joel, it's much more beautiful up on the roof."

The roof was bathed in a fading golden color as she brought him to the railing closest to the ocean. She and Joel stood silent, watching the sun slowly dip below the watery horizon, both wore a content smile on their faces.

"They say that if you're lucky, you can see a green light flash for a second after the sun sets."

Joel, wanting to see this light that she spoke of, watched the sunset even more intently. To his disappointment, he couldn't catch it.

"It didn't appear, oh well, there's always tomorrow. Let's just stay up here for now and enjoy the peace and quiet."

Joel sat quiet, just now noticing the absence of the normal noise in the hospital. He looked back at Avi to see her eyes closed in bliss and a gentle breeze blowing through her long brown hair. They stayed there until the sky had long since turned dark and Avi finally let out a calm sigh.

For a few months after that, they went to the roof every day to watch the sunset and each time the green light never appeared, but they didn't mind. They would always stay for some amount of time on the roof in complete silence, enjoying the quiet.

One day, Avi simply disappeared.

Joel decided that Avi just had a day off so he waited until the next day. She wasn't there the next day or even the day after that. Days turned to weeks and weeks became a month. Just as Joel had finally given up hope, someone grabbed the handles of his wheelchair and brought him up to the roof. Avi leaned against the railing, looking less cheery than she normally did. She stared off at the sunset absently, until she suddenly brought her face close to Joel's and asked one question.

"Do you trust me?"

Staring deep into her green eyes, Joel answered her as truthfully and sincerely as he could.

"Of course I do."

Avi, with a small smile on her face sat on the railing with the setting sun at her back and held her hand out to Joel.

"Come with me, I'll show you a wonderful world. A world much more beautiful and amazing than this one."

With slight hesitation, Joel took her hand and sat on the railing next to her. Avi, hugged him tightly before leaning back and causing them both to fall off the building. As they plummeted through the air, Joel turned his eyes toward the sun, it had almost dropped below the horizon. As usual, they watched the sun silently until it set completely. This time, however, this time was special. The sky lit up with a flash of green light just as Joel's vision faded.

It was on that day, the day of the autumnal equinox, that Joel Arken disappeared from the human world.

Personality: Ever since he arrived in Fantasia, he became more of a free spirit. He's become adventurous and now has a more cheerful, carefree outlook on life. However, when he's left alone he reverts back to his normal depressed state, feeling that he's once again been abandoned and forgotten.

Appearance: Not caring much about his appearance, Joel normally leaves his short black hair the same as when he wakes up in the morning - messy and sticking up at odd angles. His outfit normally consists of a plain white t-shirt, tan cargo shorts, and a thin sky blue hoodie. His eyes are gray in color.

Strengths: Long days of adventuring granted him an almost endless amount of endurance. Challenging terrain made him good at most kinds of acrobatics. His charismatic attitude leads him to making friends rather easily. When with Avi, he gains the confidence to do anything as long as Avi's willing to go with it.

Weaknesses: While he may have changed upon entering Fantasia, Joel still retains those feelings he had from his days in the hospital. He lacks confidence in himself and would probably give up on seemingly impossible tasks if he didn't have outside encouragement, perhaps he would be an Imaginadi Magnus if he did believe in himself. He cannot be separated from anyone, he fears abandonment and would do anything to make someone stay with him.

Avi

Name: Avi

Sex: Female

Race (Imaginandi Magnus/Impotens|Figment): Figment

Physical Age (Actual Age Optional, provided they're older than they look): 17 (Existed as a figment created by Joel Arken for about a year)

Favored Weapon: The same as Joel, unarmed.

History:

Spoiler

Avi could never exactly remember when she was born or even why, but all she knew was that she needed to be with Joel. In the real world, she couldn't do anything but observe Joel. She could see a girl that she just knew was herself joyfully chatting and spending time with Joel but from the way other people didn't notice her at all, she knew that that person truly did not exist.

For those months that she observed Joel, she began to feel the same emotions that Joel felt. Joy, sadness, boredom, calm. She felt like she was getting closer and closer to Joel, her master, her creator, her friend.

One day, she found herself in a bed in full control of her body. She already knew that she was in the world of Fantasia and that Joel was left alone in the outside world. She spent the next month lamenting in the streets of the city, unable to think clearly without Joel. It was then that one day she heard his voice calling to her, drawing her back to him.

She found herself back in Joel's hospital room, Joel himself staring absently out the window. She was once again observing Joel, but this time she saw through her own eyes but as before, did not have any control of her actions. She immediately grabbed the wheelchair's handles and took him to the roof. She looked out at the setting sun and decided that it was time. She turned to him and stared straight into his gray eyes and asked him the one question that she already knew the answer to.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

She helped him from his wheelchair to the railing after climbing onto it herself. She held him tightly as she threw them both from the building into the sky below. She whispered a single plead to Joel before they disappeared from reality.

"Please never abandon me again, Joel Arken."

Personality: Cheerful and polite. She is very encouraging of everyone, especially Joel. She can be completely serious if necessary.

Appearance: She looks like a human, acts like a human, and even walks like a human. She has dark green eyes, long brown hair, a fairly slender body, and a modest bust. When adventuring with Joel, she wears a sleeveless top and thigh-length shorts. On the days that Joel doesn't feel like doing anything too exciting, she wears a white sundress.

Strengths: As Joel's companion, she has a lesser amount of the same skills that he has. Endurance and acrobatics.

Weaknesses: Her emotions are connected to Joel's, she feels depression when he feels depression and joy when he feels joy. She also feels pain when he feels pain. Due to how deep her connection is to Joel, she cannot be too far from him without losing most of her strength.

Wow, this was way longer than I was hoping for. I also seem to have wandered too far and possibly broken a few boundaries already. Tell me what you think and I'll fix it if necessary.