Post by Silica on Apr 24, 2020 20:34:37 GMT -6
Silica | Legemeton
Name: Silica Emil Dyer | Legemeton
Nickname(s): Sil | Leggy
Race: Earthling (Flavour) | Demon (Actual Race)
Age: 19 | N/A
Gender: Female | Male
Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Silica
Looking young for her age, Silica stands at a firm five foot and four inches tall, typically seen wearing a formfitting blouse covered somewhat by a lowcut jacket and jeans or leggings. Her eyes pierce a sapphire blue, rippling like the surface of a a deep pool. Her pale skin reflects any light that strikes it, almost vampiric in appearance as she strolls amidst those of a more typical tone. Her alabaster hair is like that of a person a millennia her elder and yet as silken as if it were bore from a child half her age.
Legemeton
While technically a being without a form of its own, Legemeton is known to commonly take the form of a wolf or other form of large canine. With charcoal black fur and deep red eyes. There is little unique to him in this state, seeing as it is best to keep the truth about himself and Silica's circumstances hidden from most in kind. A perpetual low growl rises from his form, not quite akin to that of his species or even type, but rather foreign to not only the body but all else around it as well.
As One
In their true form, both beings are consumed, the structure of the girl kept whole on its own, but otherwise one with her benefactor. Her eyes shift to a more subtle amaranthine hue, radiating a miasmic look in her pupils. A chill rises from her skin that ripples across the surface in an almost invisible haze.
History:
Sometimes life doesn't go as you plan, oftentimes it does. Our story begins long before the age of written records before the core people sprouted from the universal tree as creation came into being. As with all things light, soft, dry; there is an opposite, that which exists to define what it is not. This too is the case for reality itself. in the grand scheme of the macrocosm that which is, is bordered by that which is not. In the deepest recesses of Makai exists the pivotal point of this inexcess, the remnants of what could have been and instead are not. The lingering potentia of creation and undoing. In time this settled mess of nothing and everything was given life, from it bore all manner of beings and each its own unique sort.
Legemeton was one of these, a Demon bore from the remnants of being, one of the progenitors of Makai, long before those banished from the Kaio realms made their way unto the plane. For millennia little communication came between the realms, only the occasional convergence of the afterlife and Makai offering any information from one side unto the next. This was the case until three hundred years ago when the Demon Legemeton offered a portion of his being to a soul being reborn, only asking that this tiny fragment of himself be used to spread the understanding of the Demon's great power.
The deal was swiftly upheld as the soul once more returned to reality, finding a body in the northern section of Earth. In time a small following would rise to write the 'truths' of Legemeton, a tome of incantations and spells to create pacts with the beast as spoken to the maddened soul he once blessed with a fragment of himself. And this is how the Demon kept in contact with the primary realm from that point on.
Years later a young woman would be drawn to this very sect, she was wrought with sorrow after learning that she was barren. Incapable of bringing life into the world of her own accord. In her lowest point, she sought any means by which to rectify this, and a promise was made, one that only required a single price. She prepared the ritual and called upon Legemeton, speaking with the Demon regarding her blight.
She was given a single offer, give her life and the soul of her unborn spawn to the Demon so that it may roam beyond Makai, and he would grant her wish. Without hesitation the young woman agreed, offering her mortality and the future of her to be daughter. Nine months would pass as they would with any pregnancy, the woman facing no ill effects until the day of birth came, the child born stone cold and pale as a corpse and yet alive as any would expect. The mother got to see her child for a fleeting hour, naming her Silica in this time. As the child's name was granted her payment to the Demon was due and she slipped into the afterlife, leaving a young girl orphaned and possessed.
Racials:
Overload! - Create a free [UT] technique. This can be anything under Moderator or Administrator discretion. It does not count towards the starting techniques limit. It cannot be a technique similar to, for example, Instant Transmission or Fusion Dance.
The Devil's Follower - Demons may create a free and unique 15% PL Ally NPC to assist in seeing out their plans. This NPC is expendable and can be replaced for 1,000z.
Techniques:
[UT-HBU]Grimoire Perdo: Stygian Aria
Flavour: From the pages of a book wreathed in the passage of the eons, lessons to manipulate those that hide in the calliginous fringe are written within. With one word and the binding circle drawn these beings offer their service to your bidding. To feast on those who cross your path, indiscriminate in their own fervor and drawn to their scent.
Mechanics: A homing attack that strikes for 120% (Can be charged to a maximum of 140% after 2 posts) Damage and burns at 2% a post for 5 posts. The burn can be healed by typical healing means.
Cooldown: 5 Posts
[SP] Deep Speak
Flavour: The tongue of Greater Makai inherited from her benefactor. Silica has relative ease when invoking the magicks of the world. Each spell is accompanied by a symbol that manifests beneath the caster or at their palms as they please.
Mechanics: None, pure flavour
[SP1] Grimoire Salum: Siren Song
Flavour: The soothing lullaby of the midnight songstress reverberates in this incantation. These rejuvenating tones are known to help and heal those who hear the soft tune.
Mechanics: Heals 10% of the user's PL to the person targeted's HP per post. 20% STA and ENG is consumed per post to use this. Cannot heal self.
Cooldown: 4 Posts (if used for 2 posts; 6 if 3 (the cap))
[SP1] Telepathy
Flavour: A basic skill all magicians know, it allows communication with others on the same planet.
Mechanics: Allows telepathic communication to anyone else on the planet. This is one way and does not allow communication back.
Example Solo:
"A blur?", the social worker asked curiously, a clear glint of worry in his eye as he addressed the girl before him. He had been sent out to this godforsaken orphanage too many times in the last year alone and this was not his first time seeing this child. "People are missing Silica, and you were found covered in blood that wasn't your own.", a frown crossed his lips, trying to read the expression on the child, dressed in clothing almost twice her size as the paramedics had little else for someone of her build.
"I- I don't remember anything, just what happened before.", she replied with hesitation. There was clearly a hint of sadness to her tone, the sort that a killer would not carry with them... not without it being an act at least. The pale-skinned child sat neatly on a wide chair, her knees drawn against her chest and her chin resting atop these on their own. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face reflective with tears since passed.
The man would nod thoughtfully, lifting his corkboard in hand and lifting a pen to the paper attached. His notes were mostly gibberish as he had nothing to put on the sheet, all he knew was that this child was at the epicentre of whatever incident occurred here. She was found covered in blood and three people were completely missing from the building, the headmaster among those who disappeared. "Then tell me what happened before, perhaps we can figure out what led to now.", he would finally speak, hoping on a narrow doubt it would so he could leave.
Silica would nod, a slight furrow to her brow. "I woke up this morning, as usual, you have to be fast if you want to get anything to eat after all.", she would start, moving her hands about as if trying to tell the story with invisible props. "Little happened between then and about noon. I was approached by two of the house workers, both of them told me that the headmaster wanted to see me.", she would shiver slightly at this, recalling something she didn't want to but knew it was for the best right now.
The social worker would notice her reaction and nod, jotting down some notes and setting up a timeline of events. Her hesitation caught his eye, but he didn't make comment on it, hoping to hear her out before having to stop her for one reason or another. "Go on.", he would whisper softly.
"The room was dark and it was only the four of us in there when I arrived, I don't remember what he told me. But I remember how his hands felt.", she spoke further, her expression clearly turning for the worse with each second she recounted the moment. "I told him no and he slapped me. Everything went black after that.", she finished, tears welling in her eyes and a chill running through her body perpetually.
The worker's frown had gone from speculation to sympathy as he made his final notes. "Come with me.", he would say, beckoning Silica to him as he made way to the common room of the building. She would follow in kind, taking a moment to try and compose herself before the arrived back to the much more populated area.
"There's more to this than just whatever happened here. We need to interrogate all of the staff and the older girls in the building.", a dark frustration to the man's voice as he spoke to the police bordering the doorway. They would nod after the worker explained the situation with Silica to them.
That next month the orphanage was never the same, it was much more tied into the machinations of East City, rather than privately run. Many of the older girls from the building had been taken into extended care and the staff mostly cleared of the sins of their superior. They never did learn how he or those house staff went missing... though Silica knew and she told the worker on the condition he kept it to himself.
There were few who knew of Legemeton, who in that moment of the child being assaulted awoke from his dormancy to protect his host from those that may put her in danger. From that day forth a large beast roamed the outskirts of the property, keeping any at all at bay that might let such an event occur again.
"That's about how life was back then, nothing really turned for the better until Iw as let out of the system.", an older Silica spoke as she took a soft sip of tea from a frail cup. Before her sat a woman roughly her age if not a few years younger. "It's almost sad, but I can hope that things have improved for anyone still in there since those days.", her hand lowered to the head of a large dog resting in her lap as she spoke, the woman before listening intently.
"I hear it's run by the mob now. They may not be the best people, but they sound like saints compared to what you just told me.", she replied with a thoughtful purse to her lips. Her eyes flashed with an idea as she stood up, holding up one finger as a note that she would return in an instant. Silica looked down at Legemeton as her compatriot was off to the counter of the small shop making an order. "It's still odd thinking back that on that day everything changed so drastically.", she whispered to the canine, a melancholy in her voice that she shrugged off some.
The other woman returned after a few moments, packing a small handful of snacks and a refill to their teapot. "They ran out od chocolate so fudge will have to do!", she exclaimed with a smile, trying her best to make light of the mood in the room after such a story. And frankly, Silica didn't blame her.
Nickname(s): Sil | Leggy
Race: Earthling (Flavour) | Demon (Actual Race)
Age: 19 | N/A
Gender: Female | Male
Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Silica
Looking young for her age, Silica stands at a firm five foot and four inches tall, typically seen wearing a formfitting blouse covered somewhat by a lowcut jacket and jeans or leggings. Her eyes pierce a sapphire blue, rippling like the surface of a a deep pool. Her pale skin reflects any light that strikes it, almost vampiric in appearance as she strolls amidst those of a more typical tone. Her alabaster hair is like that of a person a millennia her elder and yet as silken as if it were bore from a child half her age.
Legemeton
While technically a being without a form of its own, Legemeton is known to commonly take the form of a wolf or other form of large canine. With charcoal black fur and deep red eyes. There is little unique to him in this state, seeing as it is best to keep the truth about himself and Silica's circumstances hidden from most in kind. A perpetual low growl rises from his form, not quite akin to that of his species or even type, but rather foreign to not only the body but all else around it as well.
As One
In their true form, both beings are consumed, the structure of the girl kept whole on its own, but otherwise one with her benefactor. Her eyes shift to a more subtle amaranthine hue, radiating a miasmic look in her pupils. A chill rises from her skin that ripples across the surface in an almost invisible haze.
History:
Sometimes life doesn't go as you plan, oftentimes it does. Our story begins long before the age of written records before the core people sprouted from the universal tree as creation came into being. As with all things light, soft, dry; there is an opposite, that which exists to define what it is not. This too is the case for reality itself. in the grand scheme of the macrocosm that which is, is bordered by that which is not. In the deepest recesses of Makai exists the pivotal point of this inexcess, the remnants of what could have been and instead are not. The lingering potentia of creation and undoing. In time this settled mess of nothing and everything was given life, from it bore all manner of beings and each its own unique sort.
Legemeton was one of these, a Demon bore from the remnants of being, one of the progenitors of Makai, long before those banished from the Kaio realms made their way unto the plane. For millennia little communication came between the realms, only the occasional convergence of the afterlife and Makai offering any information from one side unto the next. This was the case until three hundred years ago when the Demon Legemeton offered a portion of his being to a soul being reborn, only asking that this tiny fragment of himself be used to spread the understanding of the Demon's great power.
The deal was swiftly upheld as the soul once more returned to reality, finding a body in the northern section of Earth. In time a small following would rise to write the 'truths' of Legemeton, a tome of incantations and spells to create pacts with the beast as spoken to the maddened soul he once blessed with a fragment of himself. And this is how the Demon kept in contact with the primary realm from that point on.
Years later a young woman would be drawn to this very sect, she was wrought with sorrow after learning that she was barren. Incapable of bringing life into the world of her own accord. In her lowest point, she sought any means by which to rectify this, and a promise was made, one that only required a single price. She prepared the ritual and called upon Legemeton, speaking with the Demon regarding her blight.
She was given a single offer, give her life and the soul of her unborn spawn to the Demon so that it may roam beyond Makai, and he would grant her wish. Without hesitation the young woman agreed, offering her mortality and the future of her to be daughter. Nine months would pass as they would with any pregnancy, the woman facing no ill effects until the day of birth came, the child born stone cold and pale as a corpse and yet alive as any would expect. The mother got to see her child for a fleeting hour, naming her Silica in this time. As the child's name was granted her payment to the Demon was due and she slipped into the afterlife, leaving a young girl orphaned and possessed.
Racials:
Overload! - Create a free [UT] technique. This can be anything under Moderator or Administrator discretion. It does not count towards the starting techniques limit. It cannot be a technique similar to, for example, Instant Transmission or Fusion Dance.
The Devil's Follower - Demons may create a free and unique 15% PL Ally NPC to assist in seeing out their plans. This NPC is expendable and can be replaced for 1,000z.
Techniques:
[UT-HBU]Grimoire Perdo: Stygian Aria
Flavour: From the pages of a book wreathed in the passage of the eons, lessons to manipulate those that hide in the calliginous fringe are written within. With one word and the binding circle drawn these beings offer their service to your bidding. To feast on those who cross your path, indiscriminate in their own fervor and drawn to their scent.
Mechanics: A homing attack that strikes for 120% (Can be charged to a maximum of 140% after 2 posts) Damage and burns at 2% a post for 5 posts. The burn can be healed by typical healing means.
Cooldown: 5 Posts
[SP] Deep Speak
Flavour: The tongue of Greater Makai inherited from her benefactor. Silica has relative ease when invoking the magicks of the world. Each spell is accompanied by a symbol that manifests beneath the caster or at their palms as they please.
Mechanics: None, pure flavour
[SP1] Grimoire Salum: Siren Song
Flavour: The soothing lullaby of the midnight songstress reverberates in this incantation. These rejuvenating tones are known to help and heal those who hear the soft tune.
Mechanics: Heals 10% of the user's PL to the person targeted's HP per post. 20% STA and ENG is consumed per post to use this. Cannot heal self.
Cooldown: 4 Posts (if used for 2 posts; 6 if 3 (the cap))
[SP1] Telepathy
Flavour: A basic skill all magicians know, it allows communication with others on the same planet.
Mechanics: Allows telepathic communication to anyone else on the planet. This is one way and does not allow communication back.
Example Solo:
"A blur?", the social worker asked curiously, a clear glint of worry in his eye as he addressed the girl before him. He had been sent out to this godforsaken orphanage too many times in the last year alone and this was not his first time seeing this child. "People are missing Silica, and you were found covered in blood that wasn't your own.", a frown crossed his lips, trying to read the expression on the child, dressed in clothing almost twice her size as the paramedics had little else for someone of her build.
"I- I don't remember anything, just what happened before.", she replied with hesitation. There was clearly a hint of sadness to her tone, the sort that a killer would not carry with them... not without it being an act at least. The pale-skinned child sat neatly on a wide chair, her knees drawn against her chest and her chin resting atop these on their own. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face reflective with tears since passed.
The man would nod thoughtfully, lifting his corkboard in hand and lifting a pen to the paper attached. His notes were mostly gibberish as he had nothing to put on the sheet, all he knew was that this child was at the epicentre of whatever incident occurred here. She was found covered in blood and three people were completely missing from the building, the headmaster among those who disappeared. "Then tell me what happened before, perhaps we can figure out what led to now.", he would finally speak, hoping on a narrow doubt it would so he could leave.
Silica would nod, a slight furrow to her brow. "I woke up this morning, as usual, you have to be fast if you want to get anything to eat after all.", she would start, moving her hands about as if trying to tell the story with invisible props. "Little happened between then and about noon. I was approached by two of the house workers, both of them told me that the headmaster wanted to see me.", she would shiver slightly at this, recalling something she didn't want to but knew it was for the best right now.
The social worker would notice her reaction and nod, jotting down some notes and setting up a timeline of events. Her hesitation caught his eye, but he didn't make comment on it, hoping to hear her out before having to stop her for one reason or another. "Go on.", he would whisper softly.
"The room was dark and it was only the four of us in there when I arrived, I don't remember what he told me. But I remember how his hands felt.", she spoke further, her expression clearly turning for the worse with each second she recounted the moment. "I told him no and he slapped me. Everything went black after that.", she finished, tears welling in her eyes and a chill running through her body perpetually.
The worker's frown had gone from speculation to sympathy as he made his final notes. "Come with me.", he would say, beckoning Silica to him as he made way to the common room of the building. She would follow in kind, taking a moment to try and compose herself before the arrived back to the much more populated area.
"There's more to this than just whatever happened here. We need to interrogate all of the staff and the older girls in the building.", a dark frustration to the man's voice as he spoke to the police bordering the doorway. They would nod after the worker explained the situation with Silica to them.
That next month the orphanage was never the same, it was much more tied into the machinations of East City, rather than privately run. Many of the older girls from the building had been taken into extended care and the staff mostly cleared of the sins of their superior. They never did learn how he or those house staff went missing... though Silica knew and she told the worker on the condition he kept it to himself.
There were few who knew of Legemeton, who in that moment of the child being assaulted awoke from his dormancy to protect his host from those that may put her in danger. From that day forth a large beast roamed the outskirts of the property, keeping any at all at bay that might let such an event occur again.
"That's about how life was back then, nothing really turned for the better until Iw as let out of the system.", an older Silica spoke as she took a soft sip of tea from a frail cup. Before her sat a woman roughly her age if not a few years younger. "It's almost sad, but I can hope that things have improved for anyone still in there since those days.", her hand lowered to the head of a large dog resting in her lap as she spoke, the woman before listening intently.
"I hear it's run by the mob now. They may not be the best people, but they sound like saints compared to what you just told me.", she replied with a thoughtful purse to her lips. Her eyes flashed with an idea as she stood up, holding up one finger as a note that she would return in an instant. Silica looked down at Legemeton as her compatriot was off to the counter of the small shop making an order. "It's still odd thinking back that on that day everything changed so drastically.", she whispered to the canine, a melancholy in her voice that she shrugged off some.
The other woman returned after a few moments, packing a small handful of snacks and a refill to their teapot. "They ran out od chocolate so fudge will have to do!", she exclaimed with a smile, trying her best to make light of the mood in the room after such a story. And frankly, Silica didn't blame her.
