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Fantasy Axelis Fantasia | Interest Check (Closed)

accursedjobber

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Axelis Fantasia
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Chapter I. Introduction
Marrok - Theft of Nobility
Foolish Freedom Fighter
Chaos Root: None
Marrok Escrimeur
Profile
General Information
Race
Human
Gender
Male
Age
21
Height
5'5
Class
Untitled
Origin
Aeslengard
Description
Ill-fated promotion
All thing's considered Marrok kept a fairly decent appearance, sure the rationing meant that his build kept small and scrawny, and his left foot could never quite move the same. The grandeur of an inherited set of stolen reforged Nephilim armor compounded with an attempt to groom his set of black hair with a worrying number of white hairs were the only things he could afford to maintain as an image of control.

Stress and responsibility already bearing their roots in twitchy restless eyes extending into mind now that he was no longer able to stay as the carefree joking second in command, there simply wasn't enough time for delicacies such as patience or playing around with swords. Marrok's fierce sense of loyalty, pride and justice forcing him to step up to the plate after their last leader's early passing, despite his growing paranoia or lack of a chaos root he still tries to act the one-sided face of a courageous and stern leader to the men in their the cause of freedom whether they joined out of a desire to save their children from experimentation, avenge Avalon or simply folks with a bone to pick were welcome to join straddling the thin line between bandits and Freedom fighters though as long as Marrok followed his late leader's wishes that's all that matters.

'To make a land of peace and freedom for everyone no matter the cost'

it didn't matter how many thugs he had to straighten into proper troops, battles he had to fight, how many wounds he had to take as long as he fulfilled their dream no matter what he has to do or sacrifice.


Ambitions
Inherited Dreams
To fulfill his late leader and teacher's wishes for a better world of peace, he has to uphold his debt and promise to them they taught him everything he knows of swordplay and gave him a chance to be something rather than another one in a thousand human face in a crowd, though Marrok hides under the noble wish of his leader in truth the desire to have an impact and history in the world is his own selfish wish, even if he hides it under the mask of nobility the insecurity of being considered a failure by the rules of his homeland due to not being born with a chaos root leads a desire to both spit in face of those that disbelieved in him and to avenge the leader he worships in a skewed sense of justice.

Grit and will can only get someone so far, acquiring a chaos root would be the way for Marrok to even the playing field with the stuff of dreams the ability to be able to fight on semi-equal footing with others is enough to make Marrok drool over the possibilities willing to sacrifice almost anything for a chance at that kind of boast, the lives he could save and the fights he could take, Marrok deserves it after all he would only use it for justice.


Regrets
Past Failures
Eign, Alard, Sabine. Just from the last incursion alone, the weight of command and responsibilities is an ever-present presence with Marrok remembering all those that he failed to bring home or lost due to his own lack of strength, wits or smarts never being able to forget the faces of mothers and fathers he failed it didn't matter how many courageous charges he survived he still sees them in the back of his mind.

Muddling the lines between courageous and suicidal actions by himself yet making him priorities the safeties of those under his command not willing to risk having to bear more weight already more than necessary not willing place his own determination over the lives of his own men contradicting the fanaticism stewed in the melting pot of passion they call a troop.

Chapter II. Combat Statistic
Chaos Root: Archon
Awakening History & Experiences
Marrok has never awakened or acquired a chaos root, leading to being conscripted into being a trooper only avoiding death with the rest being history, his own failure to lose the genetic lottery only weighing his impressions of fairness.
Physical Examination
Strength Measurement
Strength
Mobility
Endurance
Arts
Control
Inventory
Nephilim Stolen practice rapier
Part of the remains of a long agoduel between the previous leader and a Nephilim higher up, scraps obtained still being used and passed down being the suit of Armour stripped down to best fit its new owner's size and this rapier obviously meant for a larger and stronger person but owing to its fine make, Marrok practices and attempts to use it despite this inefficiency, the urge to use its power compelling him further to use it to piece deeper through Armour and always hone true to his foes being the only edge he has and needs.
Backstory Title
Act I. Childish Lunge
The first mistake was being born in Aeslengard, second was not being born with a chaos root an offence condemning the only child of Aeslengard towards the forced conscription for becoming a foot soldier of a dozen, another nameless face and a number to add to the records to die in a battle for causes unknown to themselves after a lifetime of training.

The other option being becoming an experiment didn't inspire confidence made the choice easy to go along with the basic training and upbringing, the years of youth going fast into these focused training disappearing fast until he finally reached
Act II. Lucky Riposte
Same faces, same places it didn't matter that how much he tried to excel it was always the same the days blending into themselves. Only things to do was practice how to swing a sword and the laws to wring more fines out of people the tedium of every day filing away at Marrok's bitter will, you could only arrest or takedown lowly thugs until it became tedium coming to ahead when his squad was set to handle a wanted felon way above their power or skill range above the thugs and thieves they usually contend with.

Marrok's one source of pride being his slightly above average swordsmanship was battered along with of the rest of his squad instead of the expected results of defeat being death they were instead offered a rather oblivious choice, fight for a noble cause, be remembered as heroes or die in a blaze of glory what group of groomed footmen would refuse such a offer

Act III. Unthinking Remise
What followed was the best years of Marrok's life, days spent sat by the fire and laughing with friends and setting the flag of adventure all under the shadow of their leader some former bigwig who seemed content to just be called 'leader' something about being unworthy of a name, deciding on training Marrok after a round of banter filled betting on cards, the skill gap was immerse but so was the gap in powers between them and the enemy so he trained and trained every day the battered training dummy gradually replaced by the faces of his former folk, but in the end for peace and harmony it didn't matter how many got in the way.

Over time the band expanded to a troop old face of friends perishing overtime with the new fresh entries and over numbering the old all morale and morality slipping over time as the size increased rescue missions became raids and names started to blend together. Yet Marrok remained attempting to stop this downward spiral with his teacher succeeding in attempting to rein the men with a brutal display, but the distrust remained on both sides. All taking the shine of Rebelion differently yet Marrok with his loyalty in place chose to bask in their leader's same dream supplanting his own with a worship that erased all mistakes or problems.

Act IV. Deafening Fleche
Bad information, a traitor or simply bad luck. It didn't matter all the same the leader of the 'Peace fighter' was dead, slain after an attempt to free captive test subjects of Aeslengard the only thing to be retrieved was the burnt husk of the once noble leader, boiled alive in the Armour that kept them safe their now featureless body stored inside the flawless carapace of past victories found steaming downriver beached in a ironic twist of fate. It took three hours for the heat to cool down enough to retrieve and only two to bury and scavenge the body.

Afterwards the only victor in the scuffle for power was Marrok determined to wear the tainted Armour and position of leadership believing zealously that he should be the one to carry on the legacy of peaceful fighting, the nuance was lost on him shadowing his leader's teaching with only a surface level knowledge of their late goals or dreams.

 
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Ayan

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I am highly interested, I will begin work on a character concept asap, from what I can tell, it seems there are still some spots open. I will ask any questions I come across in the process of making a character.
 

Ayan

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Before I answer all the questions with a single reply, I forgot to mention the following:

Your character DOES NOT need to have a Chaos Root. For the characters that do not possess one, they will obtain one on the first 3 chapters of the roleplay.
For characters lacking a chaos root, should their class be left blank? and should their control and art stats be set to 0. or whatever they would be if/when they did get a root?
 

Serobliss

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For characters lacking a chaos root, should their class be left blank? and should their control and art stats be set to 0. or whatever they would be if/when they did get a root?
Stats should be set to 10 at the bare minimum. For classes, it should be blank for now.
 

Ayan

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Axelis Fantasia
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Chapter I. Introduction
Maihra Melody - Panic Attack
Mai
Chaos Root: None
Maihra Melody
Profile
General Information
Race
Bestiard, Exultius
Gender
Female
Age
Twenty-one
Height
167cm.
Class
Origin
Exultius, The Capital
Description
Shadow of a Hero
Most see Maihra as a genuinely good, if tragic person. She puts on an air of optimism and joking bravado. At the same time, she is graceful, tactful, and mentally gifted. There was perhaps not a more fortunate child born than Maihra on the day of her birth. Daughter to a composer and knight, the Melody family was both wealthy and renowned, while of course lacking a chaos root given her half heritage, she was raised with the belief she would have one. All in all, her childhood was... cushy. She wasn't spoiled, being well educated and having competent, loving parents. Her mother shared her love of music, her father his martial expertise and honor. And then, he died. She didn't see it happen, didn't know it happened, until a week after the fact. He lived a hero and died as one, and now her legacy was clear as day. Now, she didn't have a mark. She wouldn't get one. Her father's legacy would not be passed down. She wasn't weak by any means, her father had trained her well, and she was faster than even he was, but she was... Mundane. Normal. Weak. His funeral was a public affair, a nephlim walked up, drew two pistols, and fired at her and her mother before he was cut down. Maihra's mother was fatally wounded, Maihra was saved by sheer luck. Another legacy. And now, she was alone. Then, in his madness, the Godslayer cut off the funds she received from her father's legacy. She left the capital. She had to. She couldn't stand the knowing looks, the pity, and the expectations. She needed something to level the odds first. Some part of her had broken, she lives not for herself, but now for the dead.
Ambitions
A legacy to uphold
Had Maihra been anything other than exceptional, she would have disappointed herself, and as far as she was concerned, everyone else too. She was given every advantage, and had used them all, excelling in almost all aspects of her life. Before she was an adult she was far more skilled than most military men, more intelligent than most burghers, perfect pitch, and a knack for poetry. But without a chaos root, what did it matter? She enjoys music and poetry, but can she relegate her life to that of a common artist? Ignore her years of training with one of the greatest knights ever seen? No. She can't. She'll have to fight, but not as a foot soldier, not as a common guard. She will make herself worthy, chaos root or not. And she will find one of her own. Failing that, she'll find some way to make one. She has to.
Regrets
Wasted Potential
Despite her excellence in youth, and her determination to succeed now. At the bottom of her heart, she knows she can't. Even beyond his actual feats, her father has become immortalized in myth, and she doesn't even have a chaos root. It doesn't matter if she's a skilled warrior without one, she knows she cannot compete with any even moderately experienced mark bearer. All her life, she had been raised expecting her father's mark, until he, and his mark, were taken from her. She is flooded with self doubt, and while she puts on a mask of confidence, the moment it is questioned, she begins to crack.
Chapter II. Combat Statistic
Chaos Root: Archon
Awakening History & Experiences
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Physical Examination
Strength Measurement
Strength
Mobility
Endurance
Arts
Control
Inventory
Old Training Staff
A sturdy mahogany staff about five feet long, it is older than Maihra, the same staff her father used in his early training. Despite it technically being a training weapon, it is actually her weapon of choice in most situations, covered with scrapes and chips, its legacy is obvious to even a casual observer.
Vile Bane
A bastard sword made for and used by her father. It is covered in intricate engravings, and is of an undoubtedly masterwork quality. While it was attuned to his root, becoming a devastatingly potent weapon capable of piercing the toughest armors, and even cutting through magic like thin air while his mark was active, for her, it is a regular, if quality, sword. It does still carry with it proof that she is her father's child however, which sometimes, is all she needs.
An unfinished masterpiece
Her mother's unfinished composition when she died. Titled Vile's Bane, it is dedicated to Maihra's father, a hauntingly sweet but inspiringly bold piece. It is nearly complete, only missing a few final notes.
Chapter III. Background
A painful melody
Act I. Childhood
Sir Edward Brightshard had fallen deeply in love with the feline composer Mistra Melody. They married, the knight taking the bride's name as his comrades used to joke he'd do so one day. A short year later, Maihra was born, if it had been in any other city, any other country, she'd have been called a blessed child. She was always curious, always moving, always playful, even as a baby. By the time she was a child proper, she had begun schooling, and insisted her father teach her how to fight like him. He eventually obliged, training her as both an apprentice and daughter. When she was six, Edward made a promise to her. He would retire in a decade, when she was sixteen, and when he did, he would give his chaos root to her, and she could follow in his footsteps. This was not him pushing something onto her, this is what she wanted. Her dad was a hero, loved, she wanted to be too. She similarly took interest in her mother's pursuit, and by the time she was a teenager, her life was going as good as it could have been. She had inherited the best of both of her parents, athletic, smart, attractive, brave, with compassion and a good heart to top it all off. She was even courted by the sons of other knights and other people of high renown.

When she was fifteen, almost sixteen, Edward left home to take care of his duties, as he often did. He would never return.
Act II. A legacy granted
Sir Edward Melody died honorably and as a hero. He alone stood against a lesser vile beast no one had expected that had just slaughtered a unit of soldiers, ready to assault and likely destroy a village. For thirty minutes he locked the beast in bloody and exhausting combat. Allowing the wounded and defenseless time to flee, stalling the rampage of the behemoth. It is said he actually ascended in the heat of the combat, and with a final decisive strike causing the beast to flee, he had won. Moments later he fell to the ground, dead. He had saved dozens of lives, maybe many more, and had single handedly done what many knights would not even be willing to do with countless allies. Of course, it is impossible to know how much of this is embellished, but no one can dispute that he faced a (potentially already injured) vile beast, and (either with or) without help, drove it back. Few would be willing to actually downplay the myths of his heroic deeds that day though.

Maihra learned of this all about a week later, sending both her and her mother into a state of grieving. She was given his sword, as his will requested, while much of his small fortune was spent to compensate the families of those he had failed to save from the beast, as well as to both help rebuild the outskirts of, and overall improve the village. His funeral was a public one, where even the Godslayer himself spoke to his honor. A lone Nephilim had begun to approach his casket, and his remaining family, to offer his praise to the fallen hero as many others did. Or that was what was assumed. The man in fact despised the late knight, how dare he tarnish the purity of humanity by marrying a beast and siring a bastard with them. His wrongs must be righted. And so, two flintlock pistols drawn in a moment, he tried to shoot both Maihra and her Mother. Maihra was hit in the shoulder, her mother in the head. In less than a second the man had been effectively eviscerated, but it was already too late. Dazed and barely registering her own wound, Maihra focused on her mother, who had only a few short breaths to say what little she could. "Do not despair. Continue... Melody." Maihra would never know it, but her mother had actually been trying to say for Maihra to create her own melody, unfortunately, the ability for those lobotomized by a ball of lead to communicate coherently was severely limited. In Maihra's eyes, this was her mother's dying wish, for her child to continue the legacy of the family name.
Act III. Change
The next several years of her life were actually remarkably boring. She finalized her education, occasionally did some sparring with soldiers, tried unsuccessfully to complete her mother's unfinished masterpiece, and did all she could to research chaos roots, and the methods one could theoretically acquire one with infused mana. She was granted a generous share of wealth from the government, given the tragic death of both of her parents, and was allowed to keep the house and all such similar amenities she could be afforded. Her father was known far and wide, tales of his heroism spreading far out of the capital and even the city, doubtless plenty believed him not to be real. And she had to live up to that. Shortly after cresting twenty though, she was cut off from her stipend, and her home was seized. It was impossible to tell what drove the Godslayer to make such a decision, but it was no more irrational than the execution of his own son. Since then she has traveled, searching for a group to prove her worth and make a name for herself, on her father's behalf. Perhaps now she has finally found one.
 

Ayan

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Welp, here it is! Also, if the theme song sounds a bit bad, it's cause I made it, haha. I thought it fit well for this character all in all.
 

Sunmori

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Is this RP still accepting new members? If so I'm interested! If not apologies for bothering!
 

Serobliss

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Is this RP still accepting new members? If so I'm interested! If not apologies for bothering!
Unfortunately, as we've reached the maximum 15, we are closed for now.
Should you want a ping once a slot goes vacant, we'll alert you.
 

Ayan

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Unfortunately, as we've reached the maximum 15, we are closed for now.
Should you want a ping once a slot goes vacant, we'll alert you.
So, when will you bet posting or announcing which 15 have made the cut? Since I believe there were more than 15 applicants total.
 

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Character Review
The following characters have been accepted into the roleplay:
- [Altair] Draculus / Archer / Admiral19 Admiral19
- [Anaias] Nephilim / Vanguard / @OverconfidentMagi
- [Anthus] Bestiard / Elementalist / @lunar_moth
- [Aristaios] Aerouant / NA / @Vulpes lagopus
- [Darius] Azelthyrian / Caster / @Emerald
- [Esther] Draculus / Protector / SleepySheepiez SleepySheepiez
- [Iana] Azelthyrian / Archer / @ATurei
- [Maihra] Bestiard / NA / Ayan Ayan
- [Marrok] Human / NA / accursedjobber accursedjobber
- [Otis] Draculus / Hunter / @NUSKI
- [Sirius] Nephilim / Hunter / @Kloudy

Please post your sheets in Fantasy - Axelis Fantasia | Characters

A discord invite to the newcomers will be sent shortly.

Awaiting Completion:
- [Adalus] Human / ? / Tice Tice
- [Aetheros] Nephilim / Caster / @Malphaestus
- [Enyo] Aerouant / Vanguard / @WinterFestivity
- [Shufan] Azelthyrian / ? / @voided

 

Ayan

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How is/was the military chain of command structured in Exultius? Both now and during the fourth divine conflict. Now that Maihra's been accepted I'm trying to figure out the more exact details of what her father did and what his roles were beyond respected knight who died heroically, partly to better establish a connection with Solara and partly to better figure out Maihra's perspective on things.
 

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