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I had a thought I had to write, If you feel like doing a Modern spin on Raphtalia, Please let me know I would love to do it! We can use one of these openings or we can create something else. (Fate M1)A fall into another time - Tween A powerful pulse, a distortion in the air. A dark aura overtook the lands. A wave was coming. Once every few months, paths to another world opened, allowing creatures in from the other side, to an unknown world. A slave was sent to gather water for her master. Her pink eyes scanned wildly, tracing the world around her. She knew waves brought monsters from other realms. One such monster caught was a creature with bright, wide, set eyes that released their light—a pair of blinking white eyes at the front of the creature's face. Silvery teeth glistened under. The stomach reversed on this creature coming out of what she would think was the back.A person caught in its translucent belly sitting within it. The creature's honking roar released as it charged past her into one of the apple trees with a loud CRUNCH. The monster's flesh crumpled, its Metal skin peeled as its roar continued. The creature had no blood. Instead, the inside had exploded like a toad's throat, completely engulfing the person within. The bright red monster shook and smoked like it would breathe fire any minute, no doubt recovering from hitting the tree. With no legs to speak of, the creature seemed to move with wheels like a cart. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen. The slave wasn't going to wait around and find out what manner of beast it was. With portals popping up everywhere, she decided to jump into the portal that it had come from, hoping no others were in the area. To write herself a new fate in another world.The second she stepped in, her form became weightless. She gripped her blade tightly as she felt herself spinning; she could see nothing but swirling purples and blacks. Then suddenly, light blinding light, her eyes adjusted quickly. She found herself in the middle of a cobblestone street, though these cobblestones were tiny, black rocks with some strange lines and drawings. The smell and noises of this place slapped her sensitive senses. More of the creatures roars in short bursts from all over. The same dirty smell the other had given off danced in the air. Those creatures were ordinary around here—one a smaller yellow one, with a person mounted upon its back. The creature's head was oversized, more like an antenna-less ant than humans, but the body was undoubtedly human, some form of Demi-human. The animal honked at her, veering away from her as the mounted human motioned with his hand, raising a single finger her way as it sped past. So, some of the beasts could be tamed? She shook her head, stepping off the black cobblestone as more of the metal beasts charged forward, the portal having closed behind her. She stumbled over another kind of cobblestone. These vast rocks cut perfectly square like a castle wall! In fact, most of the area around her looked like castle walls.Sparkling crystal glinted in the sunlight, bouncing down in all directions. People everywhere! She was amazed! Her eyes lit up with wonder as she walked the street, most people avoiding her. One scoffed, "Cosplaying on a school day?" At her as they passed. The large, colorful beasts seemed not to walk on the light-colored cobblestone, staying instead only on the black. Some kind of barrier kept them from stepping over, or maybe the small bump between was hard for them to step over without feet? She had so many questions her ears twitched. The girl no older than 12, the wooden bucket clutched in her hand, her red tunic pulled tight against her stomach, her tail flicking excitedly behind her.She had made it to a new world! She stepped to one of the reflective windows she looked at her crest, it was now grayed out. Deactivated, the connection to her original master was lost. The mana she could still feel it, suppressing her own. Her innate magic rested peacefully within her. She had no idea what this magnificent world was. People moved in herds as they crossed the black paths. The flocks cross and even stop together. The attire was strange: men and women dressed in pants, no one wore armor, not a single sword in sight. She couldn't help but smile.  (Fate M2)What it takes to survive- tween The wonder of this new world was short-lived, as the need for food, shelter, and survival struck her. She was utterly alone in a world that was not her own. She hadn’t eaten in three days. Her stomach growled with the fury of those metal bloodless beasts that dashed around with humans in their reversed bellies. She touched her stomach softly, holding it as she walked through the streets, which were even illuminated in the nighttime by tall lights that used some magic to turn on as soon as the sunset.She shivered. The night air was cold, much colder than where she was from. Her ears flopped down, her head bowed as her mess of auburn locks cascaded sloppily down her back. Her tail was resting low. Pink eyes scanned the streets as she moved; she was so hungry. A few drunks staggered on the streets, but mostly, she was alone now on the streets. A sigh slipped past her lips before a smell reached her nose. Food, some sort of meat mix nearby, she sniffed the air. She moved forward, her eyes closing as she followed the scent. Her tail flicked as a large green bin stood under a large building before her. As she got closer, food, meat, rot, decay, and other pungent smells were mixed as she got closer. She wrinkled her nose and stepped back from it. Her stomach growled once more. She gulped.Her small hand explored the box, circling as she tried to find a way in. She found a handle. Checking it, she found a way to open it. Pulling hard, it slowly moved with a loud metal groan. It looked kind of like the monsters, but it didn’t move. Maybe this one was dead? She hoped so. The smell was worse once the door was opened. Clearly, some things were rotting inside, but the scent of something that was not rotten was present too.. She just had to find it.With that, she sunk inside. A crunch and a crinkle noise as she jumped sadly face first into a pile of trash bags. She nearly gagged at the smell. Though she was so hungry, she pressed on. She was ripping the protective membrane around the various groups, allowing the trash to come free. She went through finding what smelled still okay to eat. She popped out to set the items she found on the top of the container before sliding back in. She grew a small pile of nearly edible food, most half-eaten things. as she noisily dug in the trash can to find food.Her mana, the magic energy that constantly danced around her normal in her own world but strange in this one, pulsed out. She finally stayed in one place long enough, the energy began drawing spirits towards her. The nearby ones approach slowly, wanting to feed on her power.

These are made to follow Raphtalia's core story if The shield hero had never found her. Giving her the growth over time to bring her to a powerful warrior while remaining a slave. (Fate F1)  Innocent child-Captured The sun was just rising as her small form washed on the rocky beach. Small hands clutched the stones as the waves threatened to drag her back out. Her pink eyes could barely see the people approaching, though their chuckles she would not forget. Fading in and out as they pulled her from the rocks. Tossing her heavily into a wagon, her arms bound behind her back. She could only groan as her consciousness faded.  She was one of seven Demi-humans who washed up that day, one of only three alive. She was unluckily found by greedy thieves who only saw how much they could sell her for. Taking the young child to the city far away from her homeland. She coughed and shivered in the cool fall air. Curling into herself to keep warm as, the cart rocked and rolled. She cried and fought against her binds to try and get free. For two days, she went without food, the men giving her small drinks from a waterskin but nothing more. The sound of people caught her ears, so many people's voices merging as one loud sound after the silence on the road. She was dragged out by her shoulders and forced to walk with the men as they guided her to another.  "I got a fresh one." The older of the men who captured her smiled, patting her head. She looked up at the man dressed in silk, his wagon full of cages, pulled by three large birds. Each cage marked with a price holding different creatures within. He knelt down, studying her with a scowl. "Please.. Let me go home" she pleaded with the new man, hoping wishing he would let her go.  "She's young..but in decent health I will give you fifteen silvers for her" The man offered "NOO!" She screamed out, her smaller form struggling, pulling fruitlessly against the men who held her. "PLEASE JUST LET ME GO! PLEASE!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, tears falling down her pale face. "SILENCE!" One of the men snapped a foot, slamming into her stomach, dropping the young child with a painful cough. She shook and whimpered as she tried to regain her breath, and the haggling continued like she wasn't even there. In the end, she cost the slave twenty silver to buy. She placed it up for sale at forty-five silvers.  The Demi-human's hair ruffled, her peasant's dress torn and tattered, the white under-tunic stained a dingy brown from dirt. She held herself as she cried in the back corner of her cell. Round ears low, she was scared of a terrified child who had just watched her parents be eaten alive and now sold to slavery. Her bright pink eyes looked out of her crate, fearing her fate.  Raphtalia:██████▒▒▒▒ 60% Health███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 30% to Level 3 Age Range - Child - Slave Status: Uncrested - Recent captureStat Modifier:  Fatigued | Hungry | Significant Bruise to the abdomen   (Fate F2) Shield Hero original Introduction concept In the darker side of the city, the dark alleyways lead to the seeder side of town in the shadows of the larger, more lavish buildings. Rested a pretentious slaving tent. The large multi-colored tent belonged to a man who dressed in fine silks. His tent seemed to be one of the largest and most lavished in the small market dotted by scruffy, dangerous-looking people and skimpily dressed women, some of whom vanished into alleyways with men while pocketing gold coins.  Within the large tent, at the opening a desk was placed a circle with a crest on the ground for marking slaves sold and several crates of smaller items for sale, including chains, leashes, lashes, and even a few clubs. Behind that, the mains tent opened up.  The stock area of the slaver's tent held stagnant air. The scent of bodies and bile filled the space. Beasts of all ranks are mostly monstrous creatures and vicious animals. A few human slaves' eyes hollow and gaze off into nowhere, broken and defeated with the years  Of abuse and training. A child freshly added to the man's care among the rows and rows of cages, a bit out of place amongst the others.  The girl, a Demi-human rare and unwelcome in these parts, was small and in poor health. Pink eyes dull with pain as the child sat in the back of her cage. Trying not to draw attention to herself. A tiny spark in her gaze. She was hurt and weak but not broken. The child clutched her chest with small hands as her breath came heavy. Metal cuffs rested on their neck and wrists, though nothing was attached to them. Her small form was covered only in a burlap tunic that hung off her shoulders. Her brown hair was ragged and unwashed, and the fur on her ears and tail were ruffled and dull. A cough rattled her form as she sat alone in her cage.     A scroll hung to the left of the girl's cage, and information about her was given.  Demi-human Tanuki - Raccoon Dog. Answers To: Raphtalia   One previous owner - Sold due to ill-health Price: 50 Silvers The short information on the scroll and the low price marked the girl as a throw-away slave open for anyone to claim. She priced it to sell quickly. The child was small and weak. Though a Demi-human, the species was known to age with experience.     Raphtalia:███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 30% Health█▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 10% to Level 5 Age Range - Child - Slave Status: Uncrested up for saleStat Modifier:  Emaciated | Flea Infested | Infected with Pnamonia | Fatigued from illness.   ================== (Fate F3) The Defiant Teen   A survivor. The Tanuki Demi-human had survived an illness that killed most in her condition. Beating the odds, her XP raised drastically, as did her desire to fight for what she needed. A chill in the morning air whispered vague threats of storms returning. The water was still dripping from last night's rain. The smell of mildew only added to the scent of dirty bodies, bad breath, and stagnant air. It was nearly unbearable every time it rained. How long had she been in here? She couldn't even recall. Her eyes had grown used to the darkness, Her form no longer that of the young child she once was. No, she had survived much; she had gained levels and age in doing so. She formed into a lovely young woman under all the dirt and grime. Luckily, the slaver did not notice, and customers ignored her existence.   She sat in the corner as she always did, her tail curled around her form as she rested on the cold metal floor. Her head rested on her knees as she sat. Her physique was underweight; she was fed enough for the child's body, not the young woman she was becoming. Brown hair cascaded down her back, resting on the dingy sack that acted as a dress scantly covering her form.   The creatures screamed and raged as the sound of footsteps approached. A buyer, it was the only time two people entered, the only time Raphtalia sat as she always did. Part of her wanted a master, enjoyed the freedom being owned would give her at least she could leave this room, this cage. But what if what she faced was worse? She could never forget that possibility. For that reason, she shrank further to the back. Pink eyes offered a stubborn glare to anyone who dared check her cage.  A warning she was not broken, That she would not break easy, that they should pick someone else. She knew it was a long shot. Her cage was low, placed under a hellhound. The creature snapped and gnawed on the bars. The metal shavings the fell told her it was a rather vicious one. She had come to see it as her guard dog over the last few months. It was allowing her to remain forgotten. Her stomach growled loudly, causing her to shift in her cage. Annoyed at the sudden sound. The tweens body is that of a twelve year old girl. Just on the cusp of adolescence. Her face already starting to grow less rounded and more mature. Her form was taller than it once was; she could no longer stand up fully in her cage, left in a constant crouch, unable to fully stretch in her limited room.    Raphtalia:███████▒▒▒ 70% Health█▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 10% to Level 9Age Range - Tween- Slave Status: Uncrested up for saleStat Modifier:   Emaciated | Flea Infested |   (Fate F4)  Unbroken, Unsold A punishment (Teen) The time had come for the yearly auction, A massive event where Merchants came from around the country to sell their slaves and learn from each other how best to break a slave.  The hype missed by the souls who would be the merchandise. SilverSun Keep. Once a noble seaside castle, Now hosting such a dark affair. Representatives arrived from the various slaver groups. Carts were placed in favorable positions, outlining the slag stone walls. Ensuring they and the slaves they brought would be visible. Some set up large tents with curtains separating the areas. This is for testing the wares before purchase for a price.  Within these walls, The unbroken slaves would face an ordeal. Found to be too spirited. If they were too willful, they would be punished. These slaves placed in the center on one of four wooden stages.   The human stage, the Demi-human stage, The anthro stage, and the monster stage. This is where a "slave breaker" would display ways. to force a slave into submission without having to rely only on the crest for obedience. For the masters who enjoyed a hands-on approach.   One such unbroken slave, a bright-eyed Demi-human slave, stood bound with a collection of others. Her light-auburn hair cascaded down her slender back. Her form cut an hourglass figure, still growing into a full-fledged woman. The teen Demi-human stood boldly refusing to bow her head, to shrivel away with fear. The pale-skinned Demi-human dressed A black tunic that hung off her shoulders. The slave crest visible on her chest marks her as previously owned. Her ownership scroll is one of many in the lockbox on the stage. Her hands were bound to a chain that locked seven slaves together. Her ears and tail marked her a rare type of Demi-human outside of the villages to the east. A Tanuki. A price sign around her neck marked her as costing 50 gold to buy, one of the more expensive of those on the stage.   The woman's pink eyes slid across the growing audience. Seething at the smiles she saw the happy whispers passed between them. Ready to enjoy the torment they would endure for entertainment. This stage was for slaves that held strength.  Three men approached the stage heavy boots rattling the freshly built wood platform.  "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Demi-human stage, these human-looking beasts have high pain tolerance, and low intelligence they take a special hand to train, We will show you that even the most stuborn can be broken!" One of the men called to the audience. A lie but would these masters care? Probably not. Without warning one of the men from behind with the flick of his wrist slammed a whip into the back of one of the slaves the fox-demi-human screamed painfully as the smell of blood tainted the air, dripping and falling as the blade encrusted whip splattered the neighboring slave with blood.  "A new whip! Single-tailed allows for focused power. We have stiched in small spikes into the first foot to ensure maximum and lasting pain. With that, the show had begun.    Raphtalia:██████████ 100% Health███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 30% to Level 16 Age Range - Teen-Slave Status:Crested to auction master.Stat Modifier:  Recently healed for a full health showcase | Flea Infested |   (Fate F5)  Thrown to the fighting pits (Young Adult) Sold into the fighting pits, Bored with her, and after biting the arm of the only person who had agreed to buy her. Landed this Demi-human into the fighting pits to face execution for entertainment. She was purchased as cannon fodder, the opening act of death and carnage to whet the appetite of the spectators of the mighty coliseum. The young Tanuki woman was not of the level to be here. But she wasn't worth enough to sell She was not obedient enough by the slavers to be sold to a brothel. Instead, her fate was to be death. Armored in light leathers that hugged her shoulder and arms, embraced her chest, and formed an x across her cleavage. Her mid-drift was free of armor, and only tiny leather shorts covered her hips, a single small blade sheathed upon the belt that held up her shorts, and matching leather grieves gripped her legs from knee to ankle. Her bare feet met the hot sand as the small demi-human was pressed into the bright sunlight. It was the first she had seen since she was brought into the dark cave system of the arena that made up her prison-like new home. The once beige sand was dyed a murky red by the blood of the many souls who had fallen within. The soft sand had weapons stabbed into the ground for any who wished to use them. The sound of the fans was deafening as she stood outside the gate of her side of the arena, the metal door slamming shut behind her, sealing her within. The scantily clad woman stood, her brown hair flaring in the salty winds; pink eyes scanned the walls 10 feet high, and covered with nobility, crime lords, wealthy merchants, and any who could afford a seat to watch the action, along with their guests.  A stone pillar rested in the center of the ring; A bat Demi-human stood upon the fifteen-foot-tall white pillar. His wings hugged his sides. The pillar lined with chains and shackles was no doubt used for punishment when not used as an announcer's stadium. His voice, enhanced by his abilities, rang out to the audience clearly. "Welcome, Welcome. Today, we introduce Raphtalia A Demi-Human. Her kind, long-lived race, the question we present to you today is will her long life make it to see tomorrow, or will she before you all befall her fate to the fighting pits? Give a hearty welcome to Raphtalia of the Sword! She will face A trial of the orc today!" The man called to the glee of the audience. "And here he comes! Please welcome the blood razor her first obstacle as always she gets one hour. Final bet's closed! Will she be dead or alive!" The man called out to another round of cheering. It was then her eyes shifted to the opposing door as a seven-foot-tall orc stepped out growling. Scars lined his brackish green skin. It had been in the pits for a long while. She had never seen a full-grown Orc so close Raphtalia, in fact, had never been in true combat this way. Fear swelled within her as pink eyes held wide. She didn't want to die here. This was supposed to be her death. Another attack of the club she pressed the sword forward to block it. The force knocked her into one of the walls, the blade cutting into her stomach. She grasped blood sliding over her pale skin as she struggled to breathe. The cut shallow the blade's edge glancing at her when it was forced into her.  Heavy footsteps approached, and she crawled out of the way as the club slammed into the stone. She used the blade to cut the arm of the orc as he tried to withdraw on her feet. The pains she endured before gave her an advantage. She could take a hit. The Orc growled, jerking his arm up and pulling the blade from her hands it stuck in the creature's bone. She skittered away as the creature snarled and screeched as it pulled out the blade and threw it. Blood spurting from it's arm. She had to find something else. She held her stomach as she moved. The announcer called the scene above them with disgusting enjoyment for the pain the fighters were enduring.  He refocused, coming for her. She pulled the small knife from her pocket, hand shaking as she held it out, creeping once more towards another sword a smaller blade meant for speed more than force. The Orc wouldn't allow it this time it charged, moving to kick her. A stupid plan came to her mind she jumped gripping his leg as it slammed into her already tender stomach. Grabbing his leg against her body prevented most of the force from hitting her. The blade in one hand as he fell off balance with her body weight added. With her small knife in hand she stabbed the creature in the stomach as blood and bile seeped out the creature howled as she stabbed once more. He hit at her fists slamming into her back pain rattled her body as she continued stabbing and pulling. Tears in her eyes as blood covered her arms and hands. She hated this. She didn't want to kill. The strikes fell weaker, and weaker until the creature only gurgled in pain. The creature lay dead under her as she kept stabbing her body, shaking in panic. She didn't want to die. She had no idea the fight was over. She was unskilled and unrefined in combat but she had won.    Raphtalia: ██████▒▒▒▒ 60% Health███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 30% to Level 22 Age Range - Teen- Slave Status: Crested to Fighting rink leader - ReviousStat Modifier:  Slice to her stomach, bruises across her form| Flea Infested |   (Fate F6)Resting in the pits.  The fighting pits, Once a volcano which collapsed eons ago, and mined hollow. , Dwarves, the island's original residents, maintain the tunnels to this day, those of them who remain anyway. , White sands dyed a dark maroon hue from the years of blood that had been spilled. The round pit in the dead center of the island offered weapons by either entrance, where the fighters would emerge. The only way in or out of this circular chaos was through a labyrinth of tunnels that the guards kept secret, permanently stationing themselves and blocking paths that were not needed for the task. Spectators went one way after entering. Those who would be battling went another going into the housing areas under the stands. The rooms had been turned to cells, lit by lantern oil much like everything else was earned through combat. That or given by the arena master or by trading or stealing from others. The inner stone mazes in truth, were simply circles and stairs that spiraled to the different layers. The shape of the mountain adds to the complexity, and the darkness toys with the mind. The prisoners lived together within two levels, beasts on lower cell floors bound in cages, some alone the cages mounted on wheels to be rolled to the pit door and released. While others were simply contained in groups kept in pods of six. With three individual rooms in the pods. Beasts in pairs were often sent to fight together, it believed the closeness of keeping them together made them fight more aggressively and amusingly in the pits, wanting to protect each other.  Humans, demons, and prize fighters. To the upper floor, one level below the guests. They each had small rooms of their own, an area to wander, to train and a shared meal zone. Demi-humans? Well the right to be in the nicer rooms of the upper level was earned in bloodshed. Such a right only happened when you were among the top nine demi-humans.  A young woman, seemingly 20 years old Demi-human. Her pink eyes closed as she reclined against the wall in her pod in the lower level. Her arms crossed, brown hair cascading down her back two bunches in wooden clips rested on her shoulders. Soft breath pulled from her lips. She was resting, blood dripping from her left shoulder, forming a small pool by her side. A deep wound from today's fight, the only thing left since her shower. Her feminine form was clad in a dingy and thread bere dress that covered her form to the knee. Her feet bare as she reclined. A recent death had left a vacancy in her pod, though she had enjoyed not sharing her room with anyone. She was top dog in this pod. Her form rested facing the single entry to her pod.  The other creatures in her pod are a avian human with sharp claws a binding stone sunk into it's chest to prevent the male from escaping by flying, limiting his flight range to only 20 feet directly above the fighting ring. A female orc who stayed in the room with the avian. A pair of siblings, anthro lion siblings, fought together, the more dominant of the pair held a long red mane of hair, while the other had only soft blond fur around her head.       

Here is the very basic's of Raphtalia's world: If you are expecting story-specific information HAHAHAHA no.. I will not include any spoilers. This is simply a bit about the world, with a spin to make it standalone for those who do not know the verse. I don't know, Maybe I just like writing random crap no one will read. am I a writing masochist? hmm -shrugs- Anywho here it goes.  It will be less formal than my other stuff because this can be a boring read and I wanted some flare. I apologize in advance for my poor sense of humor. The Synopsis: The world is actually several realms connected and in constant battle for one to be the only. Waves are created when the mana between them grows (a predictable event tracked by hourglasses in every primary city). When the Mana grows the sky erupts, cracks between realms form, and beasts drawn to the mana flow through. These events are called waves. To fight waves the world summons heroes from beyond the realms to fight. The world to those heroes is a video game in their world. Except one of the heroes, the shield hero, for whom the world was a book he had only picked up that day. In time the heroes learn how to use the screens, always resting in the preferential of their vision. Information on slaves, ranks, and conditions.(This is where the condition placard I give raphtalia will be shown if you are a crested master) If we are not playing in her world this placard is added Via mana, and no doubt would probably be very annoying, much like when you notice your nose in the periphery of your eye vision and now you can't unsee it for several seconds. (you're welcome ) MONEY: This area trades in gold, silver and copper coins. Coins can be gained by selling items or completing missions. You can also earn money by joining guilds, grinding beasts typical RPG stuff. THE WORLD: A single main land mass rests in a vast ocean, the ocean having it's own monsters, that are known to sink ships. AREAS: Only those in the anime because of spoilers  Melromarc: Main city country where raphtalia is enslaved. Racist towards Demi-humans in this early England-style city. Ran by a queen but the king is given ruling rights while the queen is busy with diplomatic affairs. Lurolona village:The village of Demi-humans within Melromarc Raphtalia's original home. A small seaside village with cliffs overlooking the vast ocean. Destroyed by the wave that killed her parents and owned by the first person who enslaved her, a monster of am man who loves to torture those in his control. The Lone Island of Nipponatto: This island is one often used for grinding for quick level-ups. It's isolated nature allows the area to be stocked with powerful beasts; during an annual festival for adventurers and heroes alike, the island is filled with merchants to sell and buy supplies as monsters are killed in the events. THE RELIGIONS: The Church of the Three heros: The church that is the primary one of Melromarc They are against the shield hero at every turn, due to the close historical support of Demi-humans and shield heroes of past Demi-humans are viewed as subhuman and are not allowed in most establishments, nor permitted to have jobs of any rank.  There are more minor religions, but this is the primary one. THE DANGERS: As any good RPG, Sheild hero's world consists of tiered monsters that reside in specific zones, though they may mix most area has their own rank, and each creature has a weakness, there are many monsters some familiar beasts, Griffins, wolves, dragons,, zombies they have a few that are specific to them such as the low-level balloon beasts, and man-eating rabbits of various levels. Though for Roleplay, I will leave them as basic beasts of common games and anime for ease of use.  

Basic Slave Crest   ○  Original crest placement for uncrested slaves: A mana paint is applied to the chest, and mixed into the dye is a drop of the master's blood; the Crest is painted by the slave owner, and a drop of the paint is placed on the scroll of ownership of the slave, binding the pair together officially.    ○  Master exchange process: The original master must draw a complete circle around the slave credit in their blood, releasing the slave and deactivating the Crest. The Crest will turn grey and in a receptive state. New master must place a drop of blood in the center of the Crest. The scroll will automatically update the new name burning into the scroll    ○  Receptive crest state: A master's death, or a masters release will turn the Crest into a receptive state. A dangerous place to be for a slave, the Crest grayed out, a single drop of blood will lock them back into a contract.    Receptive state duration:    The Crest will stay receptive for 3 months. If no new contract is made, the scroll of ownership will shrivel and dust away the Crest, leaving the slave free.        Slave Crest functions. Basic functions of a Slave crest   Auto punishment: A natural penalty of a mana shock for disobedience. Auto entered conditions; 3 lines for Masters to enter personalized conditions.    1. Cannot attack or assault her master while incapacitated/sleeping2. Must obey masters orders within 30 seconds. 3. Moving for more than 2 miles from the master's location without permission. 4. Any Attempts to remove Crest by force5. Cannot contradict master words without permission6. Cannot lie to her master7. Condition left blank for Masters personal preferences. 8. Condition left blank for Masters personal preferences. █████▒▒▒▒▒ 50% Pain for crest disobedience.      An activated punishment: Formed by a snap of the master's fingers while the master is thinking of the slave's name will trigger a mana shock.Pain levels are set upon the acquisition of slaves. █████▒▒▒▒▒ 50% Pain for Crest Activated punishments.        XP Share: This will be set at binding of contract, how much XP is given to the slave and how much XP is given to the master. XP is used to determine leveling and aging in a Demi-human. █████▒▒▒▒▒ 50% Earned XP to Contract holder.    Other Slave Crests: A corrupted Crest happens when someone other than a master tries to remove the Crest and is unsuccessful, or more than one master claims a slave.    Incomplete crest removal: corrupted Crest The slave crest turns blue, and an X runs through the center.    The master will be informed of the attempt via mana pulse and telepathic message. This will alert them their slave has attempted to escape. Their Crest will be locked active indefinitely and allow activation by anyone who offers blood to the Crest. The disobedience consequences are automatically raised to 100%, causing debilitating pain in seconds, and will cause death after 10 minutes of non-compliance.    Multiple masters assigned: share crestSlave crest turns blue.   To assign a partnered master, the current master must draw an X with their blood across the Crest, and each additional master must put a drop of blood in the center of the Crest. Xp share will only apply to the primary master, however any master can activate punishments, and commands will be tied to the same punishments as the original.    Fighting arena crest: battle crestSlave crest turns red.   A master is no longer assigned when a crested slave is sent to the fighting pits.  The slave is bound to battle. The arena crest will force the slave to fight any opponent set to them in the ring and will dictate a pain level for failure to fight. The pain is deactivated once they draw blood from their opponent. Every kill lowers the amount of pain for delays in fighting. The battle crest becomes deactivated once the slave is removed from the fighting arena, entering a receptive state.   The further she gets from the arena's zone the crest slowly fades when reaching 10Miles, it is completely inactive.    Concealed CrestCrest glows white when activated but is invisible most of the time. and is placed by high-level mages an expensive modification. The Crest a high-level one that holds no distance limiter the master scroll of holding can send new orders remotely. The Crest is invisible except when a command is given, or the master speaks the slave's name.     Crest-related Purchasable items:    ○  Crest Guard: A leather shield was worn on the chest of a former slave to prevent accidental blood from falling on the Crest and binding it to another. The item is illegal, though some areas sell them, and the handy can undoubtedly make them themselves.    ○  Assessment Crystals: Assessment crystals can be bought to check the stats of slaves that are not your own. They are sold and rented mostly at or during slave auctions or sales. These crystals only work with creatures who wear a slave crest.    ○  Crest cleanse elixir: Crest cleanse elixir requires a drop of blood from the original master to activate, and once poured over a slave's, Crest will lift the slave crest curse. If the wrong drop of blood or no blood is used, the Crest will become corrupted. The elixir is expensive and rare due to the plant that is used with it being over-harvested in years past, as well as the murdering of masters by slave families to free family members; getting your hands on a bottle requires a royal seal and permission, or bottomless pockets in the black market. 

PlayabiltyI have broken the Cannon (and some change of fates points into Fates), Which are all joinable plot points that may (or may not) help us build a story again. We do NOT Have to use these jumping points. They are suggestions, nothing more, and some will be added and changed as time goes on.I am ALWAYS willing to discuss, and there are also a few opening blanks in my blogs if you just want to roll into it.I will also accept relevant random starts so long as they are functional. If they are not I will reach out. .(Fate 1) lvl 6Alone in the cage, she suffered the fever that would have killed her, gaining. Four levels, putting her at level 6. The child sits alone in her cell as she did before, underweight and ragged. She waits for a buyer. She appears 5 years old.(Fate 2) lvl 8A fight with another child tossed in her cage forced her to fight for the meager food offerings. The pair struggled together for months until the blond fox demi-human was purchased, leaving Raphtalia alone again. The struggles for food pressed the girl's level from 6 to 8. She now appears 10 years old(Fate 3) lvl 9It's been a long while now. The slaver, sure this child was not going to sell and is a waste of space, has decided to sell her at a discount at the next fair.(Fate 4) Lvl 11She didn't sell at the fair. A beating followed that left her body broken and bruised. She was left with the fair owner, a monster of a man, aware of what she was and how she levels, who started throwing her in cages with monsters and forcing her to fight for entertainment.(Fate 5) Lvl 14The fights have gone well. The raccoon dog draws a crowd with her battles. A surprise as she was not supposed to survive all of them. She is becoming a slave of the blade. Though some offers to buy her, or even jus rent her, have started to come in.(Fate 6) Lvl 16Raphtalia has suffered much and survived it all. She still holds to the second enslaver; no one has bought her, though a few have rented her for the night. The fights are often now, she has been moved to a monster pit. She is drawing a large audience now.(Fate 7) lvl 20A powerful warrior, She fights with speed and efficiency her skills with the blade is traveling. She is a lovely woman who is often painted with other beasts' blood. She is given some privileges now and allowed to wander the pits. The slave crest won't let her leave anyway.(Fate 8) lvl 25The waves have become a problem. The heroes are struggling, calling upon adventurers, warriors, and even battle slaves like Raphtalia to help with the one arriving soon. Raphtalia is called to the front lines, and the Slave crest ownership is transferred to a military commander.(Fate 9) Lvl 29The waves have stopped. A curse upon the land and a giant turtle wanders, crushing villages easily. Called again, Raphtalia battles the spirit turtle. Joining the small party that ventures within. She pairs well with the group, leaving her home realm and being pulled into another.-Warning Season 2 Spoilers - (Fate 10) lvl 1Child again, a prison locks her down with some of the party and a new hero. She is weak, though she will work hard to regain her levels, much to her irritation.(Fate 11) lvl 10Escaping the prison was not so simple. She was separated from he group she arrived with after the portal rejected her. Imprisoned, she is bound again in a new world she doesn't understand. Alone once more, she is transported to a new hell.(Fate 12) lvl 11With the help of others in the cargo hold, Raphtalia could break free of the transport and, much like the others caught, ran. She would not be caught again, she decided.(Fate 13) lvl 50She made it to the city. A scene was unfolding as someone was becoming a hero. Hiding in the crowd, she watched. As a familiar face, the same who had been at the portal that rejected her. To her surprise, the blade chose her, appearing in her hand when he reached for it. The blade was too large for her, and the crowd turned against her. She ran. Her body changed as she moved. Pain danced through her. Her Slave crest burning off.   -I will only post what is in the anime if you want to discuss further plot points. It will be in private. I will not post light novel or Manga information publically I am a nice person, after all- 

Breed information:  Raphtalia's Official classification is:  Demi-human - raccoon-dog (Tanuki)  • Demi-human • Societal standing:Viewed by most civilized societies as sub-human, close to monsters than to man. They are often discriminated against, only able to get low-paying jobs, and often sold into slavery if caught committing crimes or even being in the wrong place at the wrong time.   Subtypes:Demi-humans come in all sorts: foxes, wolves, cats, tigers, dragons, elephants oger, and so many more. Native to a single country, in others, they are seen as exotic and expensive, while in their own country, they are considered garbage and of the lowest value.  Aging:The age with XP. Battle, knowledge, and recovery from injury all allow a demi-human to gain XP. Years do not matter to a Demi-human. Time is irrelevant to them. Only by leveling can they age. Though on the brink of death, they can sell XP to the Deathbringer. Setting the demi-human back levels depending on injury amount. Even to the point of aging them back once more.    • Raccoon-dog sub information:  • ○  Diet: A canine-type creature, the Tanuki is carnivorous mainly, though it will eat greens, insects, and fruit if no meat is available. A Tanuki that is leveling will require more food, and more often as their growing body requires additional nutrients.  ○  Habitat:Tanuki's are not a common type of Demi-human. They live in the eastern forests, are reclusive, keep to their villages, and rarely stray except to join a mate's home. ○  Breeding and Parenting:Demi-humans come of breeding age only by leveling.During pregnancy, the Tanuki will eat more than usual and will suffer an XP drain as their child grows.Tanuki's specifically have one to two children at once and are highly protective of that child, even sacrificing their own lives to protect them. The maternal instincts of a Tanuki is powerful.  ○  Senses:Hearing: The Tuniki's ears are rounded and fluffy, and for all of it's cuteness it also serves the function of giving the tanuki enhanced hearing, able to swivel 360 each, giving her a surround sound of the area. Enhanced and focus able she can hear 4x as well as a human. Vision: Almond-shaped pink eyes glow gold at night. This is a cute feature that gives her not only decent daylight vision but perfect night vision, drawing even minimal light into her eyes to allow her to see just as well at night as a human can in mid-day. Smell: A button nose resting in the middle of her fine features wriggles lightly as she takes in a deep breath sniffing the air and smelling items with twice as much sensitivity as a human nose. Taste: A sensitive tongue she can taste poison, decay, and mold to distinguish edible food from inedible before consuming them. Touch: Her thick furry tail, the dense fur can feel wind movements and is sensitive to touch. She can use it to tell wind direction.  

𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 No Minors (this goes for child characters as well)  21+ Adults Only  No mutes No friend collectors No one-liners  No closed minded people I am not always active as I am busy in real life  I won't change anything about my portrayal of Haarlep with you for you, What you see is what you get (This account is under the "other" gender category because Haarlep goes by They/Them pronouns as Haarlep can shapeshift from an Incubus to a succubus, I go with the canon and also various headcanons that others have made that I can 100% get behind and my own headcanons) I will not interact with other females (pages and all) whose characters I have zero interest in and I have zero desire to write with, If I deny once, do not try again a second time as I will block I will not interact with other other males (Pages and all) whose characters I have zero interest in and I have zero desire to write with, If I deny once, do not try again a second time as I will block Please for the love of Mephistopheles be literate Please put effort into your writing with me or It's Bon voyage Do Not God-Mode Do Not Meta Game I am selective regarding people and verses/Fandoms (I am not interested in Anime or cartoons like Hazbin Hotel etc. yes I watch it, no I will not write in the verses/Fandoms because a majority of people who rp in them are creepy and weird.)  The writer behind Haarlep is Very much a Straight Female and seeing that there were no Haarlep roleplayers  decided to take it upon herself to write the Character as accurately as possible. If that makes you uncomfortable then that's fine. I didn't make the page for you anyway, I made it for people who love Haarlep as much as I do and I do write Haarlep as both genders. This is purely for roleplay purposes, don't act like a child.

𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 No Minors (this goes for child characters as well), 21+ Adults Only (this does not mean that I will just write SMVT/Er0. I take my writing seriously and I do not plan to ship Prismara with anyone at the moment, don't try to force it or I will block you, thank you.) No mutes No friend collectors No one-liners  I am not always active as I am busy in real life  I won't change anything about Prismara with you for you, What you see is what you get I will not interact with other females (pages and all) and I have zero desire to do so (If you take any offense to this, I am NOT sorry) Please for the love of god be literate Please put effort into your writing with me or It's Bon voyage Do Not God-Mode Do Not Meta Game I am selective regarding people and verses/Fandoms (I am not interested in Anime or cartoons like Hazbin Hotel etc. yes I watch it, no I will not write in the verses/Fandoms because a majority of people who rp in them are creepy and weird.) 

So most of the ani rpiers try to add me on discord and unlike most I don't use it really. Briefly did 5 maybe 6 years ago but not anymore. The one thing you should know is that the day I use it and ask for your discord? Is the day I am leaving ani. So until that day? I'm not leaving..

I will be writing a series of stories to get items I want my character to obtain; feel free to pick an item I have access to and help me write; otherwise, I will need to level up. This serves a goal for my character to grow and to develop as time goes on so it feels like there is some sort of progression.Item Rarity  Uncommon [Open - LV 5] Rare [Locked - LV 9] Very Rare [Locked - LV 13] Legendary [Locked - LV 17]   Javelin of Lightning (Uncommon: Attunement) [Open]This javelin is a magic weapon. When you hurl it and speak its command word, it transforms into a bolt of lightning, forming a line 5 feet wide that extends out from you to a target within 120 feet.  This item is not common to find but is obtainable within reason. Stone of Good Luck (Uncommon: Attunement) [Open]While this polished agate is on your person, you gain a bonus to ability checks and saving throws.This item is not common to find but is obtainable within reason.   Serpent Scale Armor (Uncommon) [Open]This suit of magic armor is made from shimmering scales. While wearing it, you can apply your full Dexterity modifier when determining your Armor Class. In addition, this armor does not impose disadvantage on your Dexterity (Stealth) checks.This item is not common to find but is obtainable within reason.  Ring of Protection (Rare: Attunement) [Closed - Level not hight enough]You gain a bonus to armor class and saving throws while wearing this ring.This item is rare to find and would require a lengthy storyline.  Amulet of Health (Rare: Attunement) [Closed - Level not hight enough]Your Constitution score is 19 while you wear this amulet. It does not affect you if your Constitution is already 19 or higher without it.This item is rare to find and would require a lengthy storyline.  Bracers of Defense (Rare: Attunement) [Closed - Level not hight enough]While wearing these bracers, you gain more armor class if you are wearing no armor and using no shield.This item is rare to find and would require a lengthy story line.  Manual Of Gainful Exercise (Very Rare) [Closed - Level not hight enough]This book describes fitness exercises, and its words are charged with magic. If you spend 48 hours over a period of 6 days or fewer studying the book's contents and practicing its guidelines, your Strength score increases by 2, as does your maximum for that score. The manual then loses its magic, but regains it in a century.This item is incredibly rare to find and would require multiple storylines connected to find.  Manual Of Quickness Of Action (Very Rare) [Closed - Level not hight enough]This book contains coordination and balance exercises, and its words are charged with magic. If you spend 48 hours over a period of 6 days or fewer studying the book's contents and practicing its guidelines, your Dexterity score increases by 2, as does your maximum for that score. The manual then loses its magic, but regains it in a century.This item is incredibly rare to find and would require multiple storylines connected to find.  Manual of Bodily Health (Very Rare) [Closed - Level not hight enough]This book contains health and diet tips, and its words are charged with magic. If you spend 48 hours over a period of 6 days or fewer studying the book's contents and practicing its guidelines, your Constitution score increases by 2, as does your maximum for that score. The manual then loses its magic, but regains it in a century.This item is incredibly rare to find and would require multiple storylines connected to find.  Belt of Giant Strength (Rare Rank up: Attunement) [Closed - Level not hight enough]While wearing this belt, your Strength score changes to a score granted by the belt. The item does not affect you if your Strength without the belt is equal to or greater than the belt’s score. Six varieties of this belt exist, corresponding with and having rarity according to the six kinds of true giants. The belt of stone giant strength and the belt of frost giant strength look different, but they have the same effect.This item is a series of story lines over time upgrading the singular belt with runes and magic to make it stronger; each increase takes multiple stories within itself to the point it is crafted and turned into a legendary item. Belt of Hill Giant Strength 21 Rare Belt of Frost Giant Strength 23 Very Rare Belt of Stone Giant Strength 23 Very Rare Belt of Fire Giant Strength 25 Very Rare Belt of Cloud Giant Strength 27 Legendary Belt of Storm Giant Strength 29 Legendary   Dragon's Wrath Greatsword. (Uncommon Rank up: Attunement) [Opeh]This weapon is decorated with dragon heads, claws, wings, scales, or Draconic letters. When it steeps in a dragon’s hoard, it absorbs the energy of the dragon’s breath weapon and deals damage of that type with its special properties.This item is a series of storylines over time upgrading the singular belt with runes and magic to make it stronger; each increase takes multiple stories within itself to the point it is crafted and turned into a legendary item.- Ongoing This story is going on with someone in the mines of a mountain.  Slumbering (Uncommon). Upgrade done via Dragon Teeth Stirring (Rare). Upgrade done via Dragon Claws  Wakened (Very Rare). Upgrade done via Dragon Scales Ascendant (Legendary). Upgrade done via Dragon Bones  LEVELINGLeveling up for me will be a series of storylines that equate to a level-up once met. It will be a milestone based on completed stories. Level 1 becomes 1 story. Level 2 becomes 2 stores more being 3 total. And so forth; once the option becomes available. A person will be notified; story lines lengths may add to the value. This means a story going on for a day will be worth 1 story. But one that's kept on a month consistently the person will be given the option to grant full value based on time. Capping at the current level. Meaning a single story can level you up. This will be determined by writing partners to keep this fair.Ways to level are combat, story plots, and anything that can be written and show growth.

Here is my Discord if you're more active there than here.Discord: roxasatlas

Yes, I have rules and I will add more as needed or if needed. But I want to keep it short and simple...I won't tolerate disrespectful behavior of any kind. Nor will I rp with minors. I have nothing against er*tic or sm*t rp's, just not with kids. I have no wish to go to jail. Also, if you have an issue with an rp, don't ignore or ghost me. That's not fair and I wouldn't to that to you.Just talk to me and I will listen.I have a life, school and work so I will reply as soon as I can. It may be a day or two sometimes, but I will reply. But, if I don't hear from you in 5 days, I will delete you. If you just want someone to talk to, then I'm all ears. We don't have to do rp's, I would be happy to be someone you wish to just talk to about anything. Also, I don't have time for that drama. I'm also non-politcal, meaning, don't ask me about current affairs or news. Not interested and it's none anybody's business. I'm here to escape and unwind and relax, how I feel about what's going on in the world is my business only.Well, that's it for now, so I do look forward to hearing from everyone and starting a good story...

2: due regard for the feelings, wishes, rights, or traditions of others.Give people the respect you would like to be shown.  That being said, some of y'all show no f***ing basic respect or civility and yet demand more you've shown to others, but FOR YOU.  Then there's the ones of you who go crawling back to people who "attack" you, but you just wait a couple days/weeks/months before crawling back.  You have no reason to cry about it if someone doesn't show you respect.  YOU lack respect for yourself so there's no way you'd get any because do not even respect yourself enough to keep that person cut off.   If someone encourages you to commit suicide and you get mad at the person then delete them, don't.f***ing.add.them.back.keep.them.gone. The fact they encouraged you to do so should speak volumes to you.  If someone encourages others in their circle which you find out through mutuals to spread things about you, delete AND block the people spreading things about you, especially when the person who is giving out the information decided to throw things you told them in confidence, in.your.face.  You shouldn't abide by that and keep them gone as well.   Grow a spine and stand up for yourself, don't let some idiot especially in roleplay disrespect you in these kind of manners(examples).  You are allowed to block and keep people who you have multiple mutuals with blocked.  Don't let people try to pressure you into unblocking someone like that exampled above.  They should respect your choice in keeping people like that blocked, especially if they SAW what transpired.  If they chose to justify or excuse what was done, block/remove them too.That being said, don't feel bad blocking someone who did something like exampled to you and don't let others guilt you into feeling bad.  They did it to themself and on other sites, either one of those actions would've been grounds for an instant ban, but especially the encouraging one.And to the boneheads who'll assume this is in character related, no.  This is OOC related as pertaining to the site.  I've seen this across multiple sites, but Ani is where i've seen those two examples especially the most.  If you feel like this over in character stuff, you might need a bit of a break from roleplay.

Lily 'The Flash of Death', or 'The Pale Calamity'A powerful dragon, The Flash of Death was known for not only her great speed, but also the heat of her powerful fire breath. It burned with such intensity, that it easily melted rocks and metal, and could even burn through the hide of other dragons, some even say witnessing it even melting through entire mountains. Combined with her terrifying swiftness, she could completely decimate and dissintegrate those that could appose her and be gone within a Flash, leaving not but ash behind.Stormclaw, 'The Unending Maelstrom'A terrifying dragon, he held no mercy or remorse for anyone that would dare attack him, so much so that he would even seek vengeance and retaliation against not only his attackers, but their family, and their homelands. And with him, he would bring an unending storm, of white hot lighting striking everything and everything, great surging flood waters, and tornado-force winds, the devistation tearing everything and leaving only ruin and death in its wake. He would also readily kill and devour other dragons who would even try to approach him, and even devour their bones.Venom, 'Whisperer of the End'Venom is Stormclaw's uncle, and therefor Lilac's Great Uncle. When Lilac was born, he saw her as an impure 'runt' that needed to be Cleansed, only for Stormclaw to nearly tear him apart and banish him from his lair. Venom greatly resents his nephew and grand-niece for this, and relishes the day when he can take his revenge. He has earned his nickname due to his acrid, poisonous breath, that when breathed in will dissolve his victims from the inside-out, and even if they manage to escape, they will still rot from the inside because of infection and die of a terrible illness. He is a follower of Tiamat, and devotes himself to her fanatically.

𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 No Minors (this goes for child characters as well), 21+ Adults Only (this does not mean that I will just write SMVT/Er0. I take my writing seriously and Phire isn't into having a romantic relationship, don't try to force it or I will block you, thank you.) No mutes No friend collectors No one-liners  I am not always active as I am busy in real life  I won't change anything about Phire with you for you, What you see is what you get I will not interact with other females (pages and all) and I have zero desire to do so (If you take any offense to this, I am NOT sorry) Please for the love of god be literate Please put effort into your writing with me or It's Bon voyage Do Not God-Mode Do Not Meta Game I am selective regarding people and verses/Fandoms (I am not interested in Anime or cartoons like Hazbin Hotel etc. yes I watch it, no I will not write in the verses/Fandoms because a majority of people who rp in them are creepy and weird.)