|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2025 11:33 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2025 11:38 am
TABLE OF CONTENTS
_________________________________________________________________________ 01 ▼ Cert Post
02 ▼ Table of Contents
03 ▼ Iriel Vael
04 ▼ Lovas of Fragility
05 ▼ Personality
06 ▼ Possessions
07 ▼ Roleplay Log I
08 ▼ Roleplay Log II
09 ▼ Roleplay Log III
10 ▼ Growth Requirements
11 ▼ Photos
12 ▼ Past Life
13 ▼ Credits
14 ▼ Reserved
15 ▼ Archive Logs
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2025 11:50 am
IRIEL VAEL
_________________________________________________________________________ Acquired: Staff Claim
Quest Thread
Plot Post
Name ▼ Iriel Vael
Nickname ▼ You want more than the one he’s already given you? This one isn’t even his real name, you know.
Stage ▼ Civilian
Race ▼ Lovasii
Gender ▼ Male
Birthday ▼ -huff- Why don’t you pick one for him- he doesn’t know why it matterssssss. OnO [December 2, uuuuuh... 1990]
Current Age ▼ How could he keep track of all that? Centuries. Appears mid-thirties. [1042]
Sign ▼ A heart! Obviously.
Gemstone ▼ Turquoise
Blood Type ▼ O+
Career ▼ He has a job! But he’s not allowed to tell you~ (He saved a rich kid from a monster and is now employed by the rich kid(s) to do whatever Things Need Doing: sometimes punching people, other times changing a light bulb [whatever that is])
Civilian Description ▼
Eyes -- LAVENDER and shaped to be sweet and hopeful, but somehow looks like all the life has been drained out of them.
Hair -- NOIR mostly chin-length, wavy, messy little curls. Has one longer strand behind his right ear, usually pulled over his shoulder.
Face -- Square jaw, thicker brows, no freckles or wrinkles or piercings.
Skin Tone -- COOL NEUTRAL
Body Type -- Broad shoulders, tiny waist, rippling abs. All the initial descriptive words I typed for his thighs and biceps were very slightly more unhinged, so I omitted them. You get the picture. Hollywood-type built movie star. Very pretty and aware of it.
Clothes -- He is actually very interested in various Earth styles, but it seems like so many of them are not suited to his particular shape? But he supposes the style doesn’t matter too much, as long as he is successfully able to show off enough assets.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2025 12:07 pm
LOVAS OF FRAGILITY
_________________________________________________________________________  Alias ▼ Lovas of Fragility
Stage ▼ Basic Deep Space Senshi
Challenge ▼ Well, it's hardly worth breaking over.
Fuku ▼
Main Color -- ESPRESSO (#4e4943)
Secondary Color -- SKY (#7ec7fe)
Tiara -- Crystally shards arranged in a circlet. They seem to reflect mostly blue and pinky light.
Choker -- His shirt is high-necked and tight.
Collar -- Jacket lapels. Lavender stripe.
Bodice -- Tight, sleeveless, titties on display.
Chest Bow -- The cord from his jacket lapels are tied in a bow and secured with his brooch.
Brooch -- Fractured glass heart.
Sleeves -- None.
Gloves -- None.
Buttbow -- Shattered glass-patterned waist cinch, with a dark sash.
Bottoms -- Light greyish pants.
Shoes -- Thigh-high, dark, laced-up spats over boots with metally sole.
Accessories -- Bandage wrapped around his left arm from wrist approximately halfway to elbow.
Attacks ▼
Sailor Scout Attack -- Take care, or you might break something~
For thirty seconds, targets in a ten-foot radius around Lovas will believe that their bones are just a touch more fragile, thinking a stray step may risk a broken ankle, or a misswing could cause a broken wrist. Taking a hit may crack a rib. While the magic doesn’t cause any actual broken bones, the fear of it inspires caution and deliberate care. All sensations end when the magic does, but at player discretion, characters may take more damage than they usually would. Three uses.
Super Sailor Scout Attack -- Well, I did warn you.
For thirty-five seconds, targets in a fifteen-foot radius around Lovas will believe that their bones are just a touch more fragile, thinking a stray step may risk a broken ankle, or a misswing could cause a broken wrist. Taking a hit may crack a rib. While the magic doesn’t cause any actual broken bones, the fear of it inspires caution and deliberate care. A character who ignores the warning signs may experience the pain and disability of a broken bone, making it hard to use. All sensations end when the magic does, but at player discretion, characters may take more damage than they usually would. Two uses.
Eternal Sailor Attack -- Shatter. <3
For forty-five seconds, targets in a twenty-foot radius around Lovas will believe that their bones are much more fragile, thinking a stray step may risk a broken ankle, or a misswing could cause a broken wrist. Taking a hit may crack a rib. While the magic doesn’t cause any actual broken bones, the fear of it inspires caution and deliberate care. A character who ignores the warning signs may experience the pain and disability of a broken bone, making it hard to use. All sensations end when the magic does, but at player discretion, characters may take more damage than they usually would. One use.
Deep Space Senshi Physical Features ▼
His skin color is more of a MINKY BROWN than a natural color. Has mid-length pointed ears and dulled fangs. Most unusual are the little divots under his eyes. Lovas’ world has only very sparse water, and its inhabitants would come into contact with liquid water only very rarely. His eye pocket vents can absorb moisture out of the air, but will probably not serve much purpose on Earth, where he can simply drink normally.
History ▼
Awakened at sixteen, with the near-immediate fortune(?) of being ‘discovered’ by a Senshi from a neighboring world ———— (name redacted and will hereby be referred to as Other). Lovas Senshi were notoriously short-lived due to the generally brutish and anti-magic sentiments of its people, with an underdeveloped world to go along with it.
Other offered to take Lovas under his wing, teach him how to be a Senshi, funnel supplies to his world to help bring it up, give him advice on how to not be killed by his people, and so on and so forth. The only catch was that they would need to do so from Other’s world, as there was no way he was hanging around on Lovas waiting to be ambushed by barbarians. Despite some doubt from his immediate family, Lovas agreed.
He spent nearly two decades on Other’s world, longer than he’d even lived on his own. And while he definitely felt more capable… he wasn’t sure how much more suited to his own world he was.
Upon his first return to his world (it was apparently too difficult and resource-consuming to make such trips frequently- which he probably should’ve thought was off sooner, as he and Other had traveled to a myriad of planets), it was to find that Chaos had been festering. He’d been told his world would be better off with aid from Other’s planet. Instead, Other’s objective was only to clear-cut the world. Erase the life so that the minerals could be more easily harvested, and then the world could be scraped. Used Lovas, the Senshi, until his usefulness wore out. Kill him, move onto next world.
The Chaos had very few noticeable tells. It would infect people without them noticing, remaining practically dormant for weeks on end and only twisting their personality very slowly. It was a patient destruction that would inhabit bodies and gently shift them toward anger, then violence, and eventually destruction, wrecking anything they came in contact with. Even once the human mind and will had completely expired, the Chaos could continue to use their bodies until there was nothing left of them.
When Lovas returned to Other’s world for the last time, he brought the Pollution with him, planted it on Other’s planet and left to his own world permanently.
Despite being a completely different person than when he’d originally left, his world’s people took to him easily, and he fought alongside them against the Chaos as the population dwindled and dwindled and was extinguished, with only him left. Promises he’d made while his friends lived kept him fighting, but it was many years. Decades. Centuries. Their faces faded in his memory. And their words. He doesn’t remember with any clarity why he’s persistent in living, only that he is. And he has to purge this evil from his world for… reasons.
It’s been the only thing that mattered for so long.
Even now that there are no bodies for the Chaos to populate, it moves in twisting piles of tendrils, seeking any scraps left to ruin, and it seems there is very much of it. It is difficult not to encounter a Pollution swarm on Lovas’ world.
And as Lovas was sure he was at his end, another force pulled at him, and he was sent to Earth.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
