Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Character Creation and Discussion (second reincarnation)

[FlameSparkZ]

M-must...resist...t-temptation.....>_<
Imagination...going wild...female OCs in pinup poses--M-Moe levels...reaching critical!!

*dies*

Looks like "fun" and all, but being a low-level artist, I'm not satisfied with my current skills...so I don't post my art in any other place than here.
Once I level up, maybe I'll start a career on pixiv 9_9

[MeisterBabylon]

*beams Flames up to sick bay*

Though if FlameS succeeds the rest of US will be doing the dying.

[NeoEevee]

*inches in nervously* owo;;; I had some original character specs I wanted to post... but, uh, I just looked one or two pages back and... er...

The Bunny Force magazine sounds like a good idea though. I might submit an OC or two... but the thing is, most of them are for a "next generation of Nanoha" idea I have going, and almost all of them are the offspring of canon Nanoha characters. ^^;;

[Tempy]

Originally Posted by NeoEevee

*inches in nervously* owo;;; I had some original character specs I wanted to post... but, uh, I just looked one or two pages back and... er...

The Bunny Force magazine sounds like a good idea though. I might submit an OC or two... but the thing is, most of them are for a "next generation of Nanoha" idea I have going, and almost all of them are the offspring of canon Nanoha characters. ^^;;

Do not be intimidated. If you're thinking about what's going on with MeisterBabylon, have no worries. That sort of incident is isolated and its problems stem from long ago. Just post your characters and we'll review them. Barring any outrageous claims and/or powers, you shouldn't experience anything bad.

[XenahortCharybdis]

Originally Posted by Tempest Dynasty

Do not be intimidated. If you're thinking about what's going on with MeisterBabylon, have no worries. That sort of incident is isolated and its problems stem from long ago. Just post your characters and we'll review them. Barring any outrageous claims and/or powers, you shouldn't experience anything bad.

Well, well, I'll be. Look who's giving the welcoming address.

@NeoEevee: Let's just say that some old habits stick and hence old gripes tend to surface from time to time. We're not that young a thread after all...but feel free to post as you will - we're always happy to have new people contribute.

In any case, offspring has always been of keen interest in a canon where shipping is ostensibly waffled but subtly encouraged, so post away.

[FlameSparkZ]

Indeed...fresh meat new members are always welcome

Welcome to Outer Cadia, the hall with countless doors where each leads to a unique alternate universe

[Heinekochan]

aw she's adowable!

*picks up Eevee and huggles*

please do stay! ^w^

[MeisterBabylon]

...oh god. We now have a cat and an Eevee around here.

Heineko, what are you doing here?! Go work on Decade if you got the time to trawl this place! :/

Future OCs are fine, though as we are we tend to work with the present. But that's okay. Have fun Neo!

[NeoEevee]

Originally Posted by Tempest Dynasty

Do not be intimidated. If you're thinking about what's going on with MeisterBabylon, have no worries. That sort of incident is isolated and its problems stem from long ago. Just post your characters and we'll review them. Barring any outrageous claims and/or powers, you shouldn't experience anything bad.

Originally Posted by XenahortCharybdis

Well, well, I'll be. Look who's giving the welcoming address.

@NeoEevee: Let's just say that some old habits stick and hence old gripes tend to surface from time to time. We're not that young a thread after all...but feel free to post as you will - we're always happy to have new people contribute.

In any case, offspring has always been of keen interest in a canon where shipping is ostensibly waffled but subtly encouraged, so post away.

Okay. xD;; I was just nervous of getting mixed up in forum drama. It's happened before, and it wasn't pretty...

@XehanortCharybdis: (...I did a bit of a double-take at your username xD hehe, I've been playing Kingdom Hearts for too long...) Alright, that's good to know. I know offspring OCs aren't the most original kinds of characters out there, so I wasn't sure how Kura or Kiri would be received. >w>;;

Originally Posted by FlameSparkZ

Indeed...fresh meat new members are always welcome

Welcome to Outer Cadia, the hall with countless doors where each leads to a unique alternate universe

Nice to be here, and to be around other Nanoha fans. The show's obscure enough that you're sometimes difficult to find. xD

Originally Posted by Heinekochan

aw she's adowable!

*picks up Eevee and huggles*

please do stay! ^w^

*is huggled* I will, I will. ^^

Originally Posted by MeisterBabylon

...oh god. We now have a cat and an Eevee around here.

Future OCs are fine, though as we are we tend to work with the present. But that's okay. Have fun Neo!

And we have moe-moe magical girls with badass magical powers. xD So a little more cute couldn't hurt, right?

Right~ ...wait, what about AU warpings of the canon characters to the point they're nearly unrecognizable?

[Tempy]

Originally Posted by NeoEevee

Okay. xD;; I was just nervous of getting mixed up in forum drama. It's happened before, and it wasn't pretty...

Ehh, you only get mixed up in it if you willingly do so. There's little in terms of collateral damage, and we don't drag other people in.

Alright, that's good to know. I know offspring OCs aren't the most original kinds of characters out there, so I wasn't sure how Kura or Kiri would be received. >w>;;

I've done one, but haven't used her at all. Just post them up and we'll see.

Right~ ...wait, what about AU warpings of the canon characters to the point they're nearly unrecognizable?

They're still canon characters. They just don't look a lot like them. Given proper justification as to why they're so different, you should be fine.

[NorthernFallout]

Spoiler for Vengeance on Darkness; 2 -The Tome:

She was lost. For three days she had travelled, making sure she stayed on the correct path that she'd laid out on the scrawny piece of paper some would call a map. She turned it, flipped it and shook her head in frustration. The landmarks were all wrong and the sky was too cloudy to navigate by the stars. Not even the moon could shine through that thick gray layer, and everything was close to pitch-black. She could barely see two meters in front of her and it was driving her mad.

As if that wasn't enough, she'd found herself on the outskirts of a forest. No matter how she tried to find a way around it, be it by map or alternate routes, she would always come back to the same place where she started. It was if some awful misfortune had found her during her journey and had only decided to pop up now, at this most inconvenient time. Everything had gone so well until now...

She sighed in anger. The only way to go was forward, through the forest, unless she wanted to backtrack to an earlier crossing. That was something she didn't have time for. She'd already lost time in a town the day before, where she'd spent some quality time with an old friend. She smiled thinly as she remembered that particular night, but she quickly returned to reality.

She looked at the map again. There was a forest drawn out on it with a name, although the positioning was all wrong. Still, it was the only forest within miles on the map. It was impossible for her to encounter another within a day or two. This had to be it.

Red Forest. She tasted the name, but no recognition catched on within her memories. Shrugging it off, she entered it, ignoring how malicious the red trees looked in the night.

*

For four hours she walked and the forest never seemed to end. She was tired and hungry. She needed to set up camp somewhere and rest. As if she could sleep in this forest.

She was used to owls at night. She could ignore the animals lumbering around in the darkness. But here, there was no sound. No critter scattering over the ground, trying to hide from predators. No wind to rustle the leaves of the trees. She could hear clearly the twigs breaking under her boots when she traversed the landscape. Her own breathing was deafening.

Old instincts had kicked in ever since she entered the forest. She was on constant alert for noise that didn't belong here. She searched the wall of darkness as she walked, trying to keep her eyes open for anything unusual, but nothing had emerged.

Her muscles began to ache. She had to find a spot soon before she became too tired to even prepare a camp. She needed somewhere relatively safe and easy to hide in, just in case bandits or hunters surprised her in her sleep. Although that itself would be surprising in this particular forest, she mused to herself.

A flap of wings made her freeze. Frost formed at her feet and icicles protruded ever so slightly from her palms in a battle-ready stance. She searched the branches of the trees for the noise. A few meters above her she could see something glinting, as gold would in the sunlight. It took off again with a rustle of feathers and a croak.

Without really knowing why she sprinted after it. It was an anomaly in this forest and in the back of her mind something told her that the bird belonged to someone. It had to.

Branches cut her cheeks, stones and roots nearly made her trip as she ran, all the while keeping an eye on the constant golden shimmer from the bird's eyes. It seemed to let her keep up. It didn't swerve away, nor did it take to the skies and disappear from her sight. At times it croaked, to announce its position and perhaps also to urge her on.

In the blind darkness and silence only broken by her feet stomping the ground, she could feel eyes watching her. While keeping an eye on the bird, she threw quick glances at the trees. Something white was obscured by some of them. A cloud of steam or fog perhaps. She shook her head and kept moving.

As she started to run out of breath, she saw a weak glow through the darkness. The closer she got the clearer she could see it. It had the familiar colors of fire and faint sparkles rose in the air, carried by the invisible winds.

The bird flew into the crevice where the light was, and Clara slowed down until she began to walk slowly. In front of her a cave began to take shape. The glow of fire became stronger and she could faintly hear the popping of burning wood. At least someone was here in this forgotten forest and it confirmed her earlier suspicion.

When she reached the edge of the opening, she peeked inside. In the odd shadows cast from a small campfire, she saw a human figure sit cross-legged, the bird, a raven as she could now confirm, pecking its wings on his shoulders. Despite the dark night and the light from within, the person noticed her and the raven croaked in confirmation.

"So you arrive at last. I was afraid you wouldn't follow my dear Martha. Please, take a seat." The man's voice was crude and deep, unfazed by her arrival.

Slightly hesitant, she entered the cave and sat down opposite him, putting the sparkling fire between them. There she could make out more details. It was an old man, his facial structure gaunt, almost like a skeleton, a large gray beard obscuring most of his face. He was wrapped in a dark fur coat, although she couldn't recognize it as anything that would be sold in normal stores. A man of the wilds, she concluded. She'd heard stories about them in other places around the nation, but had disregarded them as myths.

"You don't need to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." A shaky hand was withdrawn from his pocket and he gave Martha a seed. It picked it up with its beak gently and pecked it against the man's shoulder.

"I'm not afraid. Just... alert."

"Alert. That's good. Especially in these areas." He nodded, more to himself than her. "Are you lost?"

"You could say that."

"Exhausted?"

Clara tilted her head. "Yes. How can you tell?"

"Aside from obviously being short of breath and the sweat under your clothes so very visible by the fire, I can see a lot of things you wouldn't be able to understand."

Ignoring the first remark, Clara said; "Try me."

The old man chuckled. "Eager to learn or perhaps knowledge to be used?"

Clara shrugged.

"Do you know why this forest is called the Red Forest?" he continued.

"No idea. Although the colors of the trees caught my eye."

"Yes, that's an obvious sign. But that isn't it." He picked up a stick next to him and poked the fire. More sparkles flew, popping in short bursts. "A long time ago, there was a magical incident a few miles from here. An experiment to test new energy sources or some sort of military device. Project Sunlight they called it.

"I was just a young boy back then, in a time far before yours. I lived in a village just on the outskirts of this forest. It was much greener back then, I remember. I used to hunt with my father, too. There used to be a lot of animals around here."

He stared into the fire, suddenly falling quiet. Clara thought she sensed some longing in his eyes for a moment, but he quickly returned.

"Where was I... Ah, yes. The device, or experiment if you want, failed. As had many experiments before it, but this time it was special. I was in my bed at the time, trying to get some sleep after a long day. When I was lying there, looking out through the window, I saw a short flash in the distance. Wondering what it was I got up and looked outside."

He swiped his hand above his head, staring at the cave's roof. "The sky was as red as my blood. I could see rainbows among the stars. The light played tricks with my eyes. For a quiet moment I just stood there by myself, amazed at it all. My skin was tingling, although I couldn't understand why. Even now I don't really know what it was. I remember my head felt heavy and I went back to bed after a while.

"It wasn't until morning that I found out what had happened. When I woke up it was eerily quiet. I couldn't hear the rooster nor any other animals. I got up and went down the stairs. My parents were gone. I went out into the street. Empty. Everyone had disappeared. I searched and searched, but there was no trace. That's when I noticed the trees had turned red, and the village itself, too. Everything as far as I could see was bleeding."

He fell quiet and closed his eyes. Martha still sat on his shoulder, but had her beak tucked under her right wing, her eyes closed too. Clara was half-lying, her head supported on her elbow. She felt an inclination to listen, even though her body had started to recover. She sipped some water from her canteen.

"What happened then?" she asked.

The old man rustled as if awakened from slumber. "I lived as I had learned, of course. I hunted for food and stayed in the village, alone. It was only until recently I decided to move to the forest itself and live within it, not beside it. Thanks to that I've learned things..." He stopped there and something flashed in his eyes. "Girl, the Red Forest holds a lot of secrets, but none of them as great as what I have. The eyes you felt, that ghastly feeling of something being amiss... It wasn't without reason."

"Eh?"

"I've seen so many travel through this forest and never return. Either it's hunger they succumb to or the ghosts take them to their home between heaven and hell. But not you." From within his coat he retrieved a book, one of the largest Clara had ever seen. He held it out next to the fire and nodded at her. "This book has chosen you to be its next master."

She accepted it, taking it with both hands and couldn't help but feel frost tingle on her back. The front was ornamented with golden arrowheads pointing in four directions, held together by a circle. Despite its size it was remarkably light.

"Project Sunlight, while I still don't know what it was, created a destiny for me; to be the master of this book. I've carried it for years, seeing its true powers in action. The knowledge it carries goes beyond what you can possibly imagine."

Clara sighed, starting to grow a bit bored with the old man. "Listen, it's been very interesting to hear all this, but I really need to rest." She held the book out to him. "I don't have a need for it on my journey."

"You don't want help to rid this world of the Dark King?" the old man said in response.

Clara froze and slowly redrew the book back. "How do you know?"

"As I said... I can see a lot of things you wouldn't understand. This book, this tome, will help you defeat the darkness that has reigned over our world for so long. Trust it with your life and it will give you its powers."

She opened it and glanced through a few pages. Symbols and texts. Rituals and spells. Everything she could think of was written within, but in a language she could barely understand.

"How is this supposed to help me against the Dark King? I can't even understand what it says!"

The old man made a laugh that sounded like a cough. "When you wake up in the morning, seeing the daylight illuminating this cave, you shall place your hand upon it and repeat this phrase..."

What the old man said next turned into a whisper and echoed in her head until it became a storm of words. The book felt heavy in her arms and she let it fall onto her lap, her whole body soon following to touch the cold stone floor.

Her eyelids began to shut. A powerful sleep haunted her senses, her mind unable to resist. She could feel the souls of the Red Forest talk in distant murmurs, mentioning a name time and time again. A name destined to fall into the cold hands of corruption and travel through history as a diabolical device.

The Tome of the Night Sky.

*

When she woke up, the old man was gone. So was Martha. His fur coat laid on the dirty floor of cold rock and the fire had burnt out several hours ago. From the cave's opening, sunlight streamed in and touched her face. It was warm and comforting after the strange night.

She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up. A vague sense of vertigo was present in her head and she had to steady herself. Looking down, she saw the book lying on the ground, its open pages taunting her to do something with it. What that something would be she didn't know, as she still couldn't understand the lang-

She drew a short breath of air when she read the symbols. They made perfect sense to her, their underlying importance standing out as a bright light. The context in which they had been written, the strange ornamental style fitting together with the explanation of spells and rituals. Everything made sense.

A feeling of dread washed over her body, when she realized it hadn't been a dream. The story the old man had told could actually be true. She shuddered and eyed the book with a cautious mind. What was it the old man had said...

She placed her hand on the book and took a deep breath. She had no idea if anything would even happen, but if there was the slightest chance of getting powerful help against the Dark King... It would be worth a try.

She repeated the phrase the old man had told her to use; "Start Up".

Light shone forth from the tome. Even though the light inside the cave was already bright, the light radiating from the book was even stronger. It left the floor, floating in the air and opened its pages. They fluttered as if a strong wind had caught them in its wake, and accompanying the howling of air were magic circles that began to materialize around it.
Clara held up an arm in front of her eyes to shield them and backed away from it. She felt her skin tingle and the mana inside her body surging in her veins, reacting to the powers of the Tome. It was disorientating, horrifying and so interesting that her mind was frozen into place.

Shapes began to form. Blue shards flew in a deafening storm and began to latch together, forming a human body, then two, then five of them. Slowly the color shifted to that of ordinary skin and they were all on their knees, bowing before her. Each of them was wearing some kind of black clothing. She was still standing far back against a wall, observing them. The ice circulating in her blood moved to her fingertips and a thin layer of frost began to form around her feet. Just in case.

The character closest to her, a young woman with long silver hair, got up from her kneeling position and spoke; "Greetings, Clara Statfield. I am the Administrator of the Tome of the Night Sky." She waved a hand to each of the characters behind her. "These are my companions: Signum, Vita, Shamal and Zafira, each a Guardian Knight in the service of the Tome and under my command."

Clara regained some of her posture and took a step forward, cutting off the hesitation inside her.

"It seems you know who I am so an introduction seems unnecessary."

"You have already been authenticated, Master. However, we do not have any current orders." She bent her head in a slight bow. "Master, what would you have us do?"

Clara gave the Administrator a wicked grin when she finally understood that these Guardians, and the Tome to which they belonged, would obey her every word. A warm torrent of satisfaction washed over her mind and an odd peace found her nerves.

"I want you to follow me, Adminstrator," she said in a cold voice, echoing her now regained confidence. She almost flinched at herself in surprise. "Follow me into the darkness."

[Arkeus]

Originally Posted by AtomicoX

The small project bears fruit. This will be an Ancient Belka fic, detailing the journey of my OC Clara Statfield, on her road of revenge against the Dark King. This time around there will be a set amount of chapters from the start, currently 8, rounding about 2-3000 words per chapter. I've found I write better in short bursts, although this might change slightly.

Focus will be on Clara, but other things are included such as:
- Reinforce 1
- Tome of the Night Sky pre-corruption status
- The Wolkenritter
- Ixpellia
- The setting of Ancient Belka itself, through my viewpoint

I'm trying to stick to canon as much as I can, even though info regarding this era is abysmal. Some things I do after my own theories and ideas. CC stuff, well... I can't say I don't try.

Spoiler for Vengeance on Darkness; 1 - The Icebreaker:

Some flames have a distinct pattern in their movement and color. A dark red dancing in the light from a golden fire ravaging the landscape around you, a lone flame surrounded by its brethren. Yet, it can be seen with clarity as it stands out from the rest. It's a flame of grief and rage. The flame of revenge.

Mixed with sadness and a freezing shock, revenge was the feeling she felt the strongest in her heart. She knew what she had lost, but also what she still had. She knew what means was at her disposal.

A thought of revenge amidst the chaos that surrounded her. It gave fuel to her inner fire and gifted her the courage to look up at the deity who had laid down this devastation upon her life. For a brief moment they caught each other's glances. No words were spoken, but both of them knew the future and what they would become. They would cross paths once again, giving an answer to the question in their minds.

A single question, asking who would live to experience the future beyond their final meeting.

*

"Another glass, Miss?" the bartender asked and held out another bottle of the sweetest wine she had tasted in a long time. She played with the tip of her finger on the glass's edge before nodding and giving him a tiny smile.

"Yea. Why not."

The bartender poured the wine until it filled half of the glass and then bowed, moving on to his other customers sitting with slouched shoulders over the bar desk. She didn't pay much attention to them and they didn't to her.

Each of them had his own problems to think about, the various questions asked as life progressed without stop. Some of them were drinking their sorrows away, seeking the answer in the bottle. Others, much like her, simply pondered and planned of events to come. She, on the other hand, was almost done with her planning. It was only a matter of executing it.

The bar Seven Mages was popular in this part of Kolnen, a small town surrounded by the Sharp-Edge mountain ridge. Only one entrance led to the town itself through the mountain, guarded by several old mages and ordinary constables positioned at a massive iron gate, leading into an underground tunnel. Not that the town had any significant importance in the nation. It was just protection for their inhabitants from outer threats.

Seven Mages was located in the southern part of the town, or what some would call the Visitor's Place. Hotels and private apartments available for rental filled the sides of the streets, all for the visitors' comfort in case they needed a place to rest. Seven Mages was perfectly placed in the middle of it all and the bar had a steady number of visitors every night.

At this time though, being quite early in the morning, there wasn't many people in the pub. Most of them were night-time workers, relaxing after a hard night's work before they'd collapse into their warm beds. The atmosphere was calm and quiet because of this, and the Icebreaker preferred it to stay that way. She didn't like the constant noise that usually accompanied these sort of bars.

"Is this the famous Icebreaker I've been hearing about?" someone asked from behind her back.

A man sat down in the chair next to her and she eyed him thoughtfully. His hair was clean and sorted, but his eyes betrayed the state of his tired body. His clothes were nothing out of the ordinary either, but far from what the other workers in the town usually wore. There was something odd about him.

"I may be. Who's asking?"

"A friend of a friend." He looked at the glass she had on the bar in front of her. "A little early for that, isn't it?"

"Early?" the Icebreaker chuckled. "I happen to enjoy it, no matter the time of the day. Just because you can't handle the alcohol at this time, doesn't mean I can't drink it."

The man nodded and offered a smile of surrender. "Fair enough. I'm sorry for the rude introduction, Miss Icebreaker. My name is Zackory Brown. I'm an associate of Elder Turik. Perhaps you have heard of him?"

"Never heard of him." She kept a straight face to keep the lie hidden and sipped on the wine. The sweet aroma was starting to disappear along with her mood.

"Very well. In any case, Elder Turik has expressed some interest in your, uhm, abilities and would like to meet with you."

"Not interested," she said straight in his face without giving it a second thought. Zackory picked up on it she noticed.

"Quite fast to make decisions aren't you? Why don't you think about it for a while and I'll contact you later tonight."

"I'm leaving town after I'm done with this," she said, shaking the glass. "As I said, not interested."

Zackory twiddled his thumbs and gave a short chuckle. "Miss, it isn't a question. Now, give me the name of the hotel you are staying at and I'll pass by later."

She put the glass down and stared at him, closing the distance between their faces until their noses nearly touched.

"I won't give you anything, Mister Brown," she said in a voice so low no one but they alone could hear. "I suggest you walk the fuck out of this bar and let me finish my drink. I've got things to do and your interruption isn't helping."

Zackory threw a quick glance over to a corner at the other side of the pub. The Icebreaker noticed two big men who quickly stood up and headed towards them. They looked like typical bodyguards. All muscles, but no style.

"Now, I wouldn't be so sure of that," Zackory said and took the Icebreaker's left hand in his. She let him caress it without changing her expression. "A beautiful woman such as yourself shouldn't spend her day in a bar like this. Elder Turik has showed certain interest in what someone like you could do for his... organizational relationships."

"Zackory... I'd rather fuck any of the workers here than you sleezebags who think you rule this town. Tell Elder Turik and his partners that they can go fuck themselves. That includes you."

"You little-"

She snatched his hand and twisted it around until she felt his wrist snap. With a spin of her body she was at his back and rammed his face down on the bar desk. She could hear his nose crack and his teeth suffering the same fate. She smiled at that.

The two bodyguards were slow in their reactions, but nevertheless moved in to subdue her. As one of them got close she took a strong hold of Zackory's body, spun and used her momentum to throw him at the guard. Zackory slammed straight into him, sending them both down to the floor.

The second guard came from her left and lunged at her, leaping like a mad bear. Before her movement completely stopped from the previous spin she lifted a leg and connected her boot's heel with the side of the guard's head, interrupting his flight path and sending him flying over the bar desk. He crashed into the wine stand and several bottles fell down on his head, knocking him out. The floor had become a battleground of broken glass, wine and small tints of blood.

She turned her attention back to the other guard who had just managed to remove Zackory's unconscious body from him. She closed her eyes for a second, mumbled something and frost suddenly formed underneath her feet. She could feel the cold within herself as it shot out across the floor and literally froze the guard's back to the ground before he could get up. Like a fish on dry land he tried frantically to get loose, but failed.

The Icebreaker drew a short breath, a calm wave soothing her senses, and turned to the bartender, who still held the bottle in his hands. The rest of the occupants had drawn a considerably distance between themselves and her, cowering at the walls, watching with nervous eyes. She could feel their fear of what stood before them, but no one tried anything. The bartender however had a straight face and even a thin smile on his lips.

"Miss, I wish you a nice trip and I thank you for visiting Seven Mages."

The Icebreaker was slightly taken aback by his relaxed attitude to what had just happened. She nodded in return, suddenly unsure of herself. When she turned her back on him and headed out of the door she could hear the bartender calling his assistants over to help him clean up the mess.

*

The backpack was secure with straps around her waist and she made the final checks to assure that she had brought everything she needed. She took one last, long look at the hotel room she had rented for twenty-two days before locking the door and heading down to the reception.

A signature, a thanks and a nod later she was out on the busy street. The shops and small market stalls littering the street had begun to set up their daily wares and activity was on the uprise. She peered up in the sky, ogling at the clouds slowly drifting by with a deep blue background behind them. She could see the sun rising in the east, the Sharp-Edge mountain ridge obstructing it partly before its rays could fully engulf the town.

She started walking, her destination being the massive gate at the entrance to the tunnel leading through the mountain. She could make out its spires and towers in the far distance, although the morning fog still laid thick over the town. It taunted her to move. The entrance to the outside world, to be explored again.

On her way she passed several sellers, all eagerly calling out to her, desperately trying to sell her something, anything from their goods so they could add the wealth to their wallets. They looked like they needed it, some wearing ragged clothing and only selling scraps.

The Icebreaker didn't heed their call. She had the money, but not the inclination. It wasn't her style to simply give without receiving something worthwhile. The world didn't look kindly upon those who spread wealth without thought. Especially not in these times, when darkness traversed the lands and death could come at any time...

She passed the fountain located in the middle of the city. Built in the shape of an eagle, water flowed along its stone wings, and the sun shone at its beak which was covered in a material she couldn't quite make out, a golden shade without a single dent. It had been built in the image of a local god, but she couldn't recall its name. All that she knew about it was that it was considered the ultimate guardian of Kolnen, and the people believed deeply in it. A sacred fountain, one could say.

Around it some children were playing tag, but she didn't pay them much attention. They ran around her in circles, laughing and screaming. They nearly bumped into her, but before she was about to tell them to run off they ran in another direction. The Icebreaker sighed at the young, trying to remind herself that she, too, had been in their age. Oddly, she had grown to dislike children everywhere she went. She wondered why.

The rest of her walk was uneventful, as the market area began to thin out until it was completely gone. She could only hear the merchants in the far background, continuing to shout their low prices to the first bidder. She left them to their business, erasing them from her thoughts.

The fog in front of her had lessened in thickness and the gate became visible. The guards were as diligent as ever, standing at attention at their respective stations. She'd only talked to them twice, the first when she entered Kolnen and the other when they took care of some bandits.

One of the guards halted her when she got closer. He was dressed in a black uniform, a coat stretching all the way down to his ankles, and a helmet hiding his face completed the attire. Guardians of Kolnen they called themselves. An unofficial name, as they weren't an authority to begin with, but the Icebreaker had seen what they could do. The bandits could testify to that. They'd be no match for her, of course, but was still a hassle she'd gladly avoid.

"Another visitor leaving our lovely town, eh?" he said when he approached her. "I guess I can't convince you to stay any longer?"

"No. I've been here for a few weeks already. It's time I got going."

The guard's eyes widened slightly and signaled her to hand over her identification papers. "A few weeks, eh? That's a lot longer than other visitors-oh."

For a moment the guard hesitated, glancing between her papers and her. Eventually he folded them and gave them back. "I wish you a good trip, Miss Statfield. Mind if I ask where you are going?"

Clara walked past without giving him a second glance and spoke over her shoulder; "Stalshalk. To kill the Dark King."

She didn't look back to study the guard's facial expression as she walked through the gigantic gates and entered the darkness of the tunnel, a wicked grin of revenge smeared over her face.

Ok, liking it so far. The writing seems a lot crisper than what i remember of your writing, and while your character seems very 'short', it comes across as on purpose and not just bland.

Nice introduction of the character and her way to 'defuse' situation, and her general attitude toward strangers, as well as hints of either cockiness or deeper planning.

Originally Posted by AtomicoX

Spoiler for Vengeance on Darkness; 2 -The Tome:

She was lost. For three days she had travelled, making sure she stayed on the correct path that she'd laid out on the scrawny piece of paper some would call a map. She turned it, flipped it and shook her head in frustration. The landmarks were all wrong and the sky was too cloudy to navigate by the stars. Not even the moon could shine through that thick gray layer, and everything was close to pitch-black. She could barely see two meters in front of her and it was driving her mad.

As if that wasn't enough, she'd found herself on the outskirts of a forest. No matter how she tried to find a way around it, be it by map or alternate routes, she would always come back to the same place where she started. It was if some awful misfortune had found her during her journey and had only decided to pop up now, at this most inconvenient time. Everything had gone so well until now...

She sighed in anger. The only way to go was forward, through the forest, unless she wanted to backtrack to an earlier crossing. That was something she didn't have time for. She'd already lost time in a town the day before, where she'd spent some quality time with an old friend. She smiled thinly as she remembered that particular night, but she quickly returned to reality.

She looked at the map again. There was a forest drawn out on it with a name, although the positioning was all wrong. Still, it was the only forest within miles on the map. It was impossible for her to encounter another within a day or two. This had to be it.

Red Forest. She tasted the name, but no recognition catched on within her memories. Shrugging it off, she entered it, ignoring how malicious the red trees looked in the night.

*

For four hours she walked and the forest never seemed to end. She was tired and hungry. She needed to set up camp somewhere and rest. As if she could sleep in this forest.

She was used to owls at night. She could ignore the animals lumbering around in the darkness. But here, there was no sound. No critter scattering over the ground, trying to hide from predators. No wind to rustle the leaves of the trees. She could hear clearly the twigs breaking under her boots when she traversed the landscape. Her own breathing was deafening.

Old instincts had kicked in ever since she entered the forest. She was on constant alert for noise that didn't belong here. She searched the wall of darkness as she walked, trying to keep her eyes open for anything unusual, but nothing had emerged.

Her muscles began to ache. She had to find a spot soon before she became too tired to even prepare a camp. She needed somewhere relatively safe and easy to hide in, just in case bandits or hunters surprised her in her sleep. Although that itself would be surprising in this particular forest, she mused to herself.

A flap of wings made her freeze. Frost formed at her feet and icicles protruded ever so slightly from her palms in a battle-ready stance. She searched the branches of the trees for the noise. A few meters above her she could see something glinting, as gold would in the sunlight. It took off again with a rustle of feathers and a croak.

Without really knowing why she sprinted after it. It was an anomaly in this forest and in the back of her mind something told her that the bird belonged to someone. It had to.

Branches cut her cheeks, stones and roots nearly made her trip as she ran, all the while keeping an eye on the constant golden shimmer from the bird's eyes. It seemed to let her keep up. It didn't swerve away, nor did it take to the skies and disappear from her sight. At times it croaked, to announce its position and perhaps also to urge her on.

In the blind darkness and silence only broken by her feet stomping the ground, she could feel eyes watching her. While keeping an eye on the bird, she threw quick glances at the trees. Something white was obscured by some of them. A cloud of steam or fog perhaps. She shook her head and kept moving.

As she started to run out of breath, she saw a weak glow through the darkness. The closer she got the clearer she could see it. It had the familiar colors of fire and faint sparkles rose in the air, carried by the invisible winds.

The bird flew into the crevice where the light was, and Clara slowed down until she began to walk slowly. In front of her a cave began to take shape. The glow of fire became stronger and she could faintly hear the popping of burning wood. At least someone was here in this forgotten forest and it confirmed her earlier suspicion.

When she reached the edge of the opening, she peeked inside. In the odd shadows cast from a small campfire, she saw a human figure sit cross-legged, the bird, a raven as she could now confirm, pecking its wings on his shoulders. Despite the dark night and the light from within, the person noticed her and the raven croaked in confirmation.

"So you arrive at last. I was afraid you wouldn't follow my dear Martha. Please, take a seat." The man's voice was crude and deep, unfazed by her arrival.

Slightly hesitant, she entered the cave and sat down opposite him, putting the sparkling fire between them. There she could make out more details. It was an old man, his facial structure gaunt, almost like a skeleton, a large gray beard obscuring most of his face. He was wrapped in a dark fur coat, although she couldn't recognize it as anything that would be sold in normal stores. A man of the wilds, she concluded. She'd heard stories about them in other places around the nation, but had disregarded them as myths.

"You don't need to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." A shaky hand was withdrawn from his pocket and he gave Martha a seed. It picked it up with its beak gently and pecked it against the man's shoulder.

"I'm not afraid. Just... alert."

"Alert. That's good. Especially in these areas." He nodded, more to himself than her. "Are you lost?"

"You could say that."

"Exhausted?"

Clara tilted her head. "Yes. How can you tell?"

"Aside from obviously being short of breath and the sweat under your clothes so very visible by the fire, I can see a lot of things you wouldn't be able to understand."

Ignoring the first remark, Clara said; "Try me."

The old man chuckled. "Eager to learn or perhaps knowledge to be used?"

Clara shrugged.

"Do you know why this forest is called the Red Forest?" he continued.

"No idea. Although the colors of the trees caught my eye."

"Yes, that's an obvious sign. But that isn't it." He picked up a stick next to him and poked the fire. More sparkles flew, popping in short bursts. "A long time ago, there was a magical incident a few miles from here. An experiment to test new energy sources or some sort of military device. Project Sunlight they called it.

"I was just a young boy back then, in a time far before yours. I lived in a village just on the outskirts of this forest. It was much greener back then, I remember. I used to hunt with my father, too. There used to be a lot of animals around here."

He stared into the fire, suddenly falling quiet. Clara thought she sensed some longing in his eyes for a moment, but he quickly returned.

"Where was I... Ah, yes. The device, or experiment if you want, failed. As had many experiments before it, but this time it was special. I was in my bed at the time, trying to get some sleep after a long day. When I was lying there, looking out through the window, I saw a short flash in the distance. Wondering what it was I got up and looked outside."

He swiped his hand above his head, staring at the cave's roof. "The sky was as red as my blood. I could see rainbows among the stars. The light played tricks with my eyes. For a quiet moment I just stood there by myself, amazed at it all. My skin was tingling, although I couldn't understand why. Even now I don't really know what it was. I remember my head felt heavy and I went back to bed after a while.

"It wasn't until morning that I found out what had happened. When I woke up it was eerily quiet. I couldn't hear the rooster nor any other animals. I got up and went down the stairs. My parents were gone. I went out into the street. Empty. Everyone had disappeared. I searched and searched, but there was no trace. That's when I noticed the trees had turned red, and the village itself, too. Everything as far as I could see was bleeding."

He fell quiet and closed his eyes. Martha still sat on his shoulder, but had her beak tucked under her right wing, her eyes closed too. Clara was half-lying, her head supported on her elbow. She felt an inclination to listen, even though her body had started to recover. She sipped some water from her canteen.

"What happened then?" she asked.

The old man rustled as if awakened from slumber. "I lived as I had learned, of course. I hunted for food and stayed in the village, alone. It was only until recently I decided to move to the forest itself and live within it, not beside it. Thanks to that I've learned things..." He stopped there and something flashed in his eyes. "Girl, the Red Forest holds a lot of secrets, but none of them as great as what I have. The eyes you felt, that ghastly feeling of something being amiss... It wasn't without reason."

"Eh?"

"I've seen so many travel through this forest and never return. Either it's hunger they succumb to or the ghosts take them to their home between heaven and hell. But not you." From within his coat he retrieved a book, one of the largest Clara had ever seen. He held it out next to the fire and nodded at her. "This book has chosen you to be its next master."

She accepted it, taking it with both hands and couldn't help but feel frost tingle on her back. The front was ornamented with golden arrowheads pointing in four directions, held together by a circle. Despite its size it was remarkably light.

"Project Sunlight, while I still don't know what it was, created a destiny for me; to be the master of this book. I've carried it for years, seeing its true powers in action. The knowledge it carries goes beyond what you can possibly imagine."

Clara sighed, starting to grow a bit bored with the old man. "Listen, it's been very interesting to hear all this, but I really need to rest." She held the book out to him. "I don't have a need for it on my journey."

"You don't want help to rid this world of the Dark King?" the old man said in response.

Clara froze and slowly redrew the book back. "How do you know?"

"As I said... I can see a lot of things you wouldn't understand. This book, this tome, will help you defeat the darkness that has reigned over our world for so long. Trust it with your life and it will give you its powers."

She opened it and glanced through a few pages. Symbols and texts. Rituals and spells. Everything she could think of was written within, but in a language she could barely understand.

"How is this supposed to help me against the Dark King? I can't even understand what it says!"

The old man made a laugh that sounded like a cough. "When you wake up in the morning, seeing the daylight illuminating this cave, you shall place your hand upon it and repeat this phrase..."

What the old man said next turned into a whisper and echoed in her head until it became a storm of words. The book felt heavy in her arms and she let it fall onto her lap, her whole body soon following to touch the cold stone floor.

Her eyelids began to shut. A powerful sleep haunted her senses, her mind unable to resist. She could feel the souls of the Red Forest talk in distant murmurs, mentioning a name time and time again. A name destined to fall into the cold hands of corruption and travel through history as a diabolical device.

The Tome of the Night Sky.

*

When she woke up, the old man was gone. So was Martha. His fur coat laid on the dirty floor of cold rock and the fire had burnt out several hours ago. From the cave's opening, sunlight streamed in and touched her face. It was warm and comforting after the strange night.

She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up. A vague sense of vertigo was present in her head and she had to steady herself. Looking down, she saw the book lying on the ground, its open pages taunting her to do something with it. What that something would be she didn't know, as she still couldn't understand the lang-

She drew a short breath of air when she read the symbols. They made perfect sense to her, their underlying importance standing out as a bright light. The context in which they had been written, the strange ornamental style fitting together with the explanation of spells and rituals. Everything made sense.

A feeling of dread washed over her body, when she realized it hadn't been a dream. The story the old man had told could actually be true. She shuddered and eyed the book with a cautious mind. What was it the old man had said...

She placed her hand on the book and took a deep breath. She had no idea if anything would even happen, but if there was the slightest chance of getting powerful help against the Dark King... It would be worth a try.

She repeated the phrase the old man had told her to use; "Start Up".

Light shone forth from the tome. Even though the light inside the cave was already bright, the light radiating from the book was even stronger. It left the floor, floating in the air and opened its pages. They fluttered as if a strong wind had caught them in its wake, and accompanying the howling of air were magic circles that began to materialize around it.
Clara held up an arm in front of her eyes to shield them and backed away from it. She felt her skin tingle and the mana inside her body surging in her veins, reacting to the powers of the Tome. It was disorientating, horrifying and so interesting that her mind was frozen into place.

Shapes began to form. Blue shards flew in a deafening storm and began to latch together, forming a human body, then two, then five of them. Slowly the color shifted to that of ordinary skin and they were all on their knees, bowing before her. Each of them was wearing some kind of black clothing. She was still standing far back against a wall, observing them. The ice circulating in her blood moved to her fingertips and a thin layer of frost began to form around her feet. Just in case.

The character closest to her, a young woman with long silver hair, got up from her kneeling position and spoke; "Greetings, Clara Statfield. I am the Administrator of the Tome of the Night Sky." She waved a hand to each of the characters behind her. "These are my companions: Signum, Vita, Shamal and Zafira, each a Guardian Knight in the service of the Tome and under my command."

Clara regained some of her posture and took a step forward, cutting off the hesitation inside her.

"It seems you know who I am so an introduction seems unnecessary."

"You have already been authenticated, Master. However, we do not have any current orders." She bent her head in a slight bow. "Master, what would you have us do?"

Clara gave the Administrator a wicked grin when she finally understood that these Guardians, and the Tome to which they belonged, would obey her every word. A warm torrent of satisfaction washed over her mind and an odd peace found her nerves.

"I want you to follow me, Adminstrator," she said in a cold voice, echoing her now regained confidence. She almost flinched at herself in surprise. "Follow me into the darkness."

mmmh, interesting.

It seems Clara might have met a remnant of 'something', and i wonder why the book chose her. IS it attune to drive, or vengeance, or simply luck of the linker-core draw?

Anyway, good work there. Are your wolrenkitter going to have personalities, or are they going to be 'empty'?

[NorthernFallout]

Originally Posted by Arkeus

Anyway, good work there. Are your wolrenkitter going to have personalities, or are they going to be 'empty'?

They won't be "empty" but they won't have the same personalities either. Probably. I need to think about that.

[FlameSparkZ]

Originally Posted by AtomicoX

They won't be "empty" but they won't have the same personalities either. Probably. I need to think about that.

True, these will be the Pre-Corruption version of the Wolken, so I guess you can change their personalities.

Even if it was as Book of Darkness, their memories seem to get reset when it starts a new cycle. Though, we don't know how deep the reset goes, their basic personality may remain intact.
I think this was mentioned in a StrikerS SS where Rein dreams of their past lives through Reinforce I

[NorthernFallout]

A Wallachia back-to-the-roots short with extra cake.

Spoiler for The Monster in the Tunnel:

So burning. So despicable. So horrifying. So terrifying. So painful. So demonic. So unforgiving. As such is the Monster.

*

The young woman stepped into another pool of dirty water that splashed on the walls. She ran, her own ragged breathing and her feet traversing the cold ground being the only thing echoing inside the tunnel, except for a sharp noise far behind her; the sound of a knife dragged along the walls in a slow, hungry stride.

In every turn she took, another nightmare stepped up to infest her already broken mind. The heads on spikes, their empty eyes screaming at her, made her shriek in horror; limbs spiked into the walls made her turn in revulsion; and intestines organized into grotesque, demonic symbols made her stomach turn. The stench reeked from far beyond, into the deepest part of the tunnels from where she had escaped. The wretched smell refused to leave her, rotting her mind and driving her further into panic.

"This is fun!" A giggle, somewhere behind her. "Please, entertain me more!"

"Monster! Monster!" she screamed and almost stumbled across another body. Its hands had been cut off and offered to the Monster now chasing her. His face had been eaten by the Monster. His skin was white as snow, his blood drunk by the Monster.

The Monster was chasing her.

"Ahahaha~~" The laughed bounced of the walls, echoing further in her mind; the damning reminder of certain death slowly making its way towards her. Soon enough, she would join the dead haunting these tunnels, unless she could find the correct path to escape.

"Why didn't I listen?! Fuck!" she swore in a high-pitched voice. It too echoed and produced another giggle from the Monster.

The tunnel took another turn and she halted as the passage split into two separate tunnels. From both a warm light was illuminating in the far distance. The distant noise of traffic could be heard. Both led to freedom!

She took the left tunnel and forced her muscles to run as fast as she possibly could. She was already out of breath, her muscles and blood burning with adrenaline. She vomited as she ran, incapable of stopping from pure mindset. The light grew stronger and stronger. She could smell the fresh air waiting for her. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she turned the last corner, embracing the freedom.

She ran straight into a solid brick wall. Drunk on relief, she didn't stop and her nose breaking could be heard through the tunnels, followed with a splash as she fell into the dirty water. Lying on her back she could see the manhole five metres up, the sun shining brightly into it and the noise from the traffic passing by up there vibrated in the walls.

"I was lucky. Imagine if you'd taken the right tunnel. You would have escaped! Ahahaha~~"

The splosh of water with each of the Monster's steps resounded in her head. No way, she thought. No way. No.

Tears of joy no longer ran from her eyes. Fear had gripped her body like a steel clamp. The Monster now stood right above her with a grin on its face. The light bounced off the water and made it even more horrible.

"Found you~~"

The butcher knife slashed silently through the air and hit her right shoulder, cleaving its way straight through the flesh until its edge cut into her bone. Pulling it backwards to slice more, it got stuck in the bone. Blood flooded out of the gaping wound and the woman screamed in horrified pain.

With another pull the knife loosened, spraying an arc of blood into the air that clung to its sharp edge. Before it was back in its original position, it was thrown down again into the same wound, cutting deeper into the bone.

"Ah~~ Smells good!"

The Monster put a foot on the knife's upper side and pushed down. The woman's body convulsed as she tried to squirm herself free from the blade, but a heavy push crushed the bone and the rusty knife eventually forced its way through her whole shoulder. The blood changed direction and now dripped down on the floor as the rest of her arm hang in slices of meat and tendon.

The woman had fallen quiet, too tried to scream, but her mind remained awake. Next to her the Monster kneeled and sniffed the wound. She could feel its breath licking the torn flesh.

Then it took a bite. A giggle reached her ears. The Monster thrashed about, its jaws gnawing into her tender flesh and drinking the blood surging from the open wound. The insane pain reached her mind again, but her throat couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly the Monster stopped eating. It appeared over her face with a disappointed frown, bearing on childish.

"You are awfully quiet. Usually they scream and trash about. You aren't even trying."

The Monster's face erupted into a wide grin as something within it came to light, letting the blood and pieces of meat that remained between its teeth fall down onto the woman's face. It smeared her cheeks red and the meat stuck to them. She didn't blink, but instead kept her stare into the red glowing eyes above her while gritting her teeth.

"It couldn't be... That you like it?" The Monster laughed heartily. "Wonderful!"

It embraced the woman's wound with a tiny hand and sent a surge of magic through the open veins. She could feel her blood stop and return into her body, stopping her from escaping this hell. The darkness that had begun to encompass her soul was violently withdrawn.

"So, what do you want to do now, Princess?" The Monster's eyes travelled across her body until they settled on the other shoulder. "Of course."

The Monster placed the butcher knife over the shoulder as it had been before, but now kept one hand on the handle and the other pressed down on the front. In an achingly slow fashion it began to grind it back and forth, carefully cutting the meat and tendons. The Monster straddled the woman's stomach and grinned into her face as it wagged back and forth.

As her blood no longer left her body, and kept her mind awake, the energy to scream returned and it did so with strength. Someone would hear it above, she thought. For something so loud to go unnoticed they'd have to be deaf!

"Haha~~. Yes, please scream more! Let me hear your satisfaction!"

The blade cut deeper and deeper into her shoulder. It took forever to begin breaking her bone. Minutes passed as it sawed through the muscles and the remaining flesh. Tears of pain drowned her eyes.

"No arms!" the Monster declared in a happy, child-like, voice when the blade finally cut through the last millimetre of flesh. "Now, Princess, it's time to feast!"

The butcher knife was thrown to the side, bouncing off the wall with an audible clank and the Monster brought its head down to smell the woman's neck.

"You smell like roses... Inviting..."

The Monster moved backwards and straddled the woman's hips. With two firm hands it gripped her shirt and ripped it apart, baring her naked chest. The Monster licked its lips and bent down, letting its tongue run across the woman's stomach, between her breasts and up towards her throat where the Monster's mouth opened and sucked on the skin. Its hands grabbed her breasts so hard its nails almost drew blood.

"Delicious..." The Monster's voice become softer and it didn't carry as much weight as before. The woman forced herself to yet again stare into the blood-red eyes, pushing aside her pain and horror, and could see them shudder in their sockets. A trance-like state began to cloud the Monster's mind as its mouth sucked and licked her flesh.

So much pain. The magic unleashed on her wounds finally broke and her blood flooded out into the water slowly streaming past, giving it a hellish red color. Darkness made its entrance in the corner of her eyes again and it was so comforting. So very warm.

"Already?" The Monster looked up with those bright red eyes. "Let me say goodbye then."

The Monster supported the woman's head in her hand and gave her a deep kiss. Its tongue rummaged about, tasting her saliva. When they disengaged the Monster gave off a happy, satisfied sigh and smiled.

The last thing burning in the woman's retina was the Monster opening its mouth, baring tiny fangs within and lunging downwards towards her neck.

*

Wallachia heard the slurping noise far away in the left tunnel that lead into a dead-end. Striding that way, silent as a fox, she sneaked up to the next corner and peeked around it. Sure enough, there the Monster was, feasting on the woman she'd held prisoner for two days.

She smiled to herself, sighed and let her presence be known by stepping into the water streaming past. The Monster peaked its head up at the splash and its face turned from delight into a blushing surprise.

"Ah! I'm s-sorry!" the Monster stuttered and flew to its feet, drabs of meat still hanging from its mouth and blood still spattered on its burning cheeks. "I-It's just she got loose and I, I wanted to... Well... That is..."

Wallachia approached the dead woman and bent down to eye the mess of a human being. Arms torn off and her throat ripped to shreds. She let two fingers scratch the bloody wound that used to be a shoulder and put it in her mouth, licking her fingers clean.

"It is quite delicious... But it can't be helped I guess." She stood up and looked at the Monster with an annoyed stare, putting her hands on her hips. "You know you are supposed to tell me when these things happen. What if she'd escaped? If you've followed her into the streets, how knows what could have happened?"

"Yes," the Monster whimpered. "I know. I just..."

Wallachia smiled softly and put an arm around its shoulders, leading it away from the mangled body. "Come on, Kronia. Let's head home and practice."

The teenage girl nodded her head and gave Wallachia a smile of relief. "Yes, mother."

[LoweGear]

Monstrous indeed... although my mind did not know whether to be appalled or aroused... ONORE AX!!!!!!

--------

All of the Materials crack throughout this forum has led me to dig up one of my old shop works for a little revision... although debating how to incorporate her into my canon at the moment...

Presenting Material C, aka The Witch of Chaos:



*FLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ*

[Silvance]

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Presenting Material C, aka The Witch of Chaos:



*FLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ*

Wow. Your skills in digital art never cease to amaze me. D=

Judging from her equipments, I'm guessing she's a belka knight?

Material C? Material crack? I guess I've been missing a lot of stuffs in here since I'm not familiar with the term.

[MeisterBabylon]

*shoves Lowe out of the way and glomps Fate*

It's C for Chaos. The Witch of Chaos. A terrifying dark power.

[LoweGear]

Originally Posted by Fate T Harlaown

Wow. Your skills in digital art never cease to amaze me. D=

Judging from her equipments, I'm guessing she's a belka knight?

Material C? Material crack? I guess I've been missing a lot of stuffs in here since I'm not familiar with the term.

Thanks, although truth be told this particular image is a recolor/rework of the character she's based off from, another one of my OC's:

Spoiler for OC: Mai Enna:

Then again, the Material series are simply recolored versions of the Aces, so why not do it with an OC?

And yes, C stands for Crack Chaos

[FlameSparkZ]

Originally Posted by LoweGear

Then again, the Material series are simply recolored versions of the Aces, so why not do it with an OC?

And yes, C stands for Crack Chaos

*imagines Material F (Fire)*

*RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNZ!!*