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Namid Kachina

"Let me dance for your troubles."

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a character in “Fairy Tail: Dunes of Fiore”, as played by Check Mate

Description



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"Break the chains with a blade of courage!"

░░░The Star Dancer░░░



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FULL NAME
      Namid Kachina - Star Dancer ; Sacred Dancer/Spirit

ALIAS(S)
      Nami // Star/Sacred Dancer //Zodiac Summoner // Monkey // Black Hole

GENDER
      Female

AGE
      16

ABILITY
      Celestial Spirit Magic - She doesn't summon the usual stars, but the Chinese zodiacs. She hasn't collected all the keys but she has a few (only some she can even use) which are tiger, rabbit, boar, and snake. They can take on humanistic and animal form, using special abilities. However due to this taking a lot of magic, she has trouble using more than one in a battle. This lack of magical control could link to her origin of strong yet magically weak clan. And due to this she hasnt yet mastered her up and coming idea for these keys- a fusion. (similar to lucy in FT) Its basically how it sounds like, she fuses with her chinese zodiac and thus granting her the usage of their powers which adds to her already great strength and hunting prowess. However this is difficult to achieve and once she does, holding this fusion is almost impossible. Depending on the zodiacs personality (if theyre rash, its difficult, if they are calm, not so bad) the control needed varies.

      Dancer - With her skills, she can assist her team by increasing the fighting capacity of allies within a 10-meter radius around themselves, or she can also decrease the power of enemies.

      Increased Strength/Flexibility - This is a surprising thing for most people to see a tiny girl, who looks like shes 10, propel herself meters in the air using only her feet. Her flexibility and overall speed is great as well.

      A Hunter - Great at the fighting style that originated from her home land, it helps her out of tight, magic less situations. This style allows her to use each limb in a very efficient ways, usually only with her feet and legs with her origin's powerful kicks. Learning this as a child slave, she used the chains that were one her feet as an advantage and was quite proficient in it. And from a child, hunting the animals of the land, she learned to use her 5 senses rather well, but they arent up to parr to her families since she hasnt completed her training with them.

      Battle Cry - With her cries, she can scare and distract weak creatures of humans for a while.

MARK LOCATION
      On her hip


"The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.”


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PERSONALITY
      ✦ Blunt ✧ Ambitious ✦ Loyal ✧ Quiet ✦ Kind ✧ Grateful ✦

      Namid is said to be a rather strange girl by on goers- mainly because there is so little known about her and this is usually a result of her quiet behavior which leads to her tendency of keeping to herself. But this front is understandable because being a runaway she eventually became a loner at a early age.

      So by being by herself in her long silent travels, her voice habitability became low and steady.. And with her stoic persona, she doesn't give off any particular emotion. Even when she finds herself enraged, little hints are given off. Namid will usually never appear rude, mean, nice, or overconfident, even when she does happen to speak out loud. Even more so, its often hard to tell what she is thinking or intending because of her natural tone. Due to all of this, she seems unapproachable and extremely awkward.

      But in other situations, around certain types of people, usually the ones she grew to respect or close to, Namid is generally a friendly person. She smiles more often to these people, and shows a surprisingly soothing, conciliatory side of her.

      And due to her calm nature, despite only being 16 with a harsh childhood, she grew to be very mature, almost like an adult. And with this trait of maturity, and the kindness that seems to radiate off her, even when shes quiet, it tends to sooth and/or attract people around her. So she would usually have a small group of friends anywhere she goes, which is a shock to those who only know her as the silent girl she is. These strangers (and even her friends) also dont know of her insecurities. Despite her obvious strengths, she always deems herself to be useless compared to the others of Foxtrot. And this results in her biggest wish, to be useful to her fellow nakama. And when people approach her with admiration, she would often dismiss it, bringing up her past as a slave, showing aspects of her inferiority complex.

      So even if her past is behind her, the effects seem to linger upon her. With wealth and abundance ripped away from her, she learned to be grateful for anything and everything. For the little food given to her, she grew to have a huge fascination of anything that seems to taste good (see gif below), no matter how much she tries to hide it, she would eventually give in. This gratefulness also extends to people who give her kindness, for she'll always grant them her dying loyalty.(So she learned to be humbleness and modesty)

      Now all together, she is a quiet girl, with hidden gems of kindness, which are only found if someone were to try and dig deep enough. [Editing and adding slightly]



"No one chain me down."



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BIO
She has been in Fox Trot for 4 months but has been nomadic till she got a partner

      Morigana was a part of a great clan, the Fanalis (MAGIIII), known as the hunters of the land. They are recongizable for their red hair, powerful kicks and feral fighting style. They reign the lands in some parts due their power. These lands are "undeveloped" filled with grasslands and beautiful animals. They hunt with incredible power and prowess, However even with all these strengths, they pay the price with magical capabilties. Many of them, able to kick down a beast, are not able to use magic. Only a few can, and those are the special and highly respected ones of the clan.
      Namid, when she was born, lived under normal parents of the clan. She was noticable beautiful and talented, especially in the arts of dancing. She would often be seen dancing among her father's shop to attract buyers, thus her name was well known among the clan. They expected great things from her.
      On her 6th birthday, Namid recieved many gifts, but one was especially special- a key on a chain. It was given to her by her mother who held it as a great trasure from the far lands. It supposedly held magical properties, and "Itll protect you forever... even if we arent there" Her mother said. Of course, at the time Nami had no idea what she meant, but she treasure the gift with all her heart.
      Now as a young child, the clan would traditionally train all the youths to enchance their natural skills inherited by their Fanalis blood- power and speed, especially in the legs. So Nami trained, improving everything she had to make her parents proud.
      This didnt take too much work since it was in her blood. But teachers always told her she was missing something.. but what was the question.
      She would only find out when her parents went off to trade, she followed along, and out of her clans land, they were capable of being attacked. It wasnt a major worry however, since the path they were taking were populated by many. But little did they know slave traders took reign there, captivating everyone on those paths..
      Not knowing soon enough, her family were attacked, and she was taken from them. Her parents were killed from fighting, unable to defeat the magic the enemies held. So From there, she was chained and traded, high in price for her recognizable blood of Fanlis. Usually people would fear to have such a person, she showed no act of fighting, no one knew why? She even followed them loyally, fighting their battles.
      One day, she was given to one of the local clan leaders who was known to go by slaves week by week... Bodies of them swarmed the area and Nami knew she was next. Waiting for her death day, she was domesticated from her usually feral blood, and she was too scared to fight the leader when he was on her... She screamed and cried, calling for help.. wishing her parents were there, but no one returned... Before giving up hope, she felt a surge of desperation and anger bubbling in her blood, and she attempted to fight.. Being a bit rusty, she lost easily.. Her sweat drenched her, and she began to shed tears.. Wishing for a better strength.. and as if the gods heard her, her key hidden among her clothing glowed. A man appeared before her.. and soon she found herself carried among dropped bodies in the warm and comforting arms of the mysterious man..
      [ Years Later ]Checkmate
      Ever since that day, she awoken her true blood and powers, finding what she lacked- guts. Now as she traveled among the wicked, she learned to fight and to defend the weak. Even with her size, she would defeat many with her ambition and her friend. These times, all she wanted was to find a home, and so she traveled, finding keys on the way.
      It was when she entered a new town, bustling with joy, there was a big sign: Foxtrot
      She felt her guts pull her.. and she followed.


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      Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #FF0066

      Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #EDC9AF Called Desert Sand~ How appropriate

      Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Morgiana

      Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ✧ Check Mate

      ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ
      character basic form © aurei
      modified form ઽ૮૨Α
      edited, modified form Luna Delta


So begins...

Namid Kachina's Story

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Character Portrait: Agnes Eulande Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Namid Kachina Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba
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Chinese Zodiac || None ATM
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"Would you like some water and a room to stay in, traveler?" A man asked, noticing the cloaked figure wandering the streets aimlessly, wondering if this person was indeed a foreigner. The way the stranger put themselves out there sure made it seem like it. His or her garb was marked with unfamiliar signs and even stranger pieces of jewelry peeked out of the cloth. And despite the figures small frame, a monstrously large pack was strapped to their back, and he could only guess that whoever it was, traveled from far away (and was freakishly strong). "You must be tired from what seems like a long journey.. here for the tourney perhaps?" He continued, hoping to strike up a small conversation out of the silent visitor.

However, the response he received was only silence, as if the person didnt hear him. He blinked, about to say something to catch their attention only to tense- startled by a surprisingly soft voice. "No thank you.." The figure pulled down the hood, allowing shockingly red hair to come tumbling out. If he didnt think of her as a traveler before he certainly did now for such crimson colored hair was rare in these parts, he could only imagine where she came from. "Oh a fanalis?" This certainly caught the girls attention, "Yes, you know of them?" The man only laughed, "Of course, it may not seem like it but I traveled quite a bit in my golden days..." He lingered off, remembering the power the clan oh so prided themselves in, "They are indeed fearsome people, their strength, speed, and hunting prowess so well known and revered.. so Im sure you're amazingly strong." He smiled nicely, "So Im assuming youre indeed here for the tourney... sadly I heard its only for the guild of Foxtrot-"

She suddenly cut in, "But I am of Fox trot," She blinked her bright red eyes, rather confused, "and Im not really a traveler, I just.. like to move a lot." She admitted (her fanalis blood craves to keep her in motion), "Ive actually been here for... 4 months now."

The inn keeper flushed embarrassingly, "Oh im sorry I didnt know.." She quickly dismissed it, not too bothered... Namid did find herself out and about, but until recently, she was designated a partner- nice man, so she had to eventually stop this nomadic behavior of hers. "Well, Im sure you need to get going to the tourney, its not too far from here.." He pointed out the way, "Good luck Miss!"

Namid smiled a surprisingly bright smile, before dashing off at break neck speeds- she had to get there before the first round. If she remembered clearly Rane was looking forward to it, and she had to admit it, she too wanted to see Onyx and Seraphiel do their thing, mainly because she wanted to be of the same caliber one day.

Shaking her head to clear it of any wandering and wishful thoughts, she found herself standing in the middle of the square... It was then that Rane decided to step out of the guild, and she could only wave, smiling a bit. "Rane." Namid called out, her voice not as soft as before but lingering with guilt, "Sorry If im late.. but I got her as quick as I could." She pictured herself causing a sandstorm as she raced across the desert, surely she could have been faster... since she didnt want to disappoint her partner. If she had to be honest, Namid had a huge amount of respect for Rane.. She found herself fortunate enough to even be partners with him, for he was strong and kind.. and she? Well, Namid always fears that she would drag him behind, so she would compensate her weakness by being there for him (and she hopes that was enough) until she got stronger, "Hopefully I didnt miss Onyx and Seraphiel's round.."

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Character Portrait: Agnes Eulande Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Namid Kachina Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba
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Tension filled the air as attendees held their breath as a large rope in the middle of the town square lit up with fire. Like the ticking of a bomb after five seconds the singular rope dissolved into a single gust of wind as a multitude of smaller ropes sprang from the air. Each thickly twined fiber latched onto nearby buildings as nearby assistants threw large fabric tarps over the make-shift tent, then simple lines were drawn into the sand forming three sparring rings. Or at least the lines appeared to be simple enough, but if one looked closer small runes could be seen. Said runes were able to dispel any wayward magic and act as boundary lines for sparring opponents, the effect of getting slammed into the barrier was unknown although it wouldn't be a fun experience.

As on-lookers were drawn away from the display as a raspy voice echoed throughout the square "Ladies and Gentlemen, if you would please avoid contract with the areas before you as only those competing in this tourney will be allowed to enter unharmed. Do note that any forms of cheating is highly discouraged as is gam---". Static filled the air as the elder's words were cut off as a shrill yelping overtook it "Place your bets here! You there, sir care to place a bet on the might of Foxtrot! Yes you! Now don't worry this cutie won't bite just whisper your bet in it's ear!". A dog-sized crimson fox gave the gambler a large grin before giving a single wag of it's tail as a crimson paper floated up from it. Said paper was snatched from the air by an overexcited Ivan as Berry signs seemed to appear in his eyes as a set of numbers was written on a large board behind his merchant stand. A single hiss of disapproval came from a mortified Iris as a few select chuckles came from her twins antics followed by birth of numerous crimson tickets. So bets were being placed and there were a few select numbers that could change her luck.


Crimson eyes scowled at the smirk on Ivan's face as his own bet was placed as Iris hissed out [color=#a59818 ]"Wait! You are betting against me too! I am your sister. Where is the moral support!"[/color]. Ivan merely chuckled and patted his furious sister's head like a master would a pet "Now, baby sister, don't act so put out. My bet was that you wouldn't win the tourney..not that you would get your ass kicked in the first round." Unable to find the energy for a retort, an aggravated Iris merely huffed away from the booth and nearly ran into a semi-conspicuous Riku still wearing a scarf around his neck like a security blanket as Iris stretched out her arms before teasing lightly "So is today the day you get rid of the security blanket? I mean, come on Riku the fact that the town is allowing us to be involved in the tourney says something".

The sound of familiar protest and laughter made her blood pressure spike once again as an elderly man dressed in a flowing white tunic with a small clasp of metal around his throat was waving a large fan at her twin who was merely shrugging his shoulders. Said elder was Mayor Renly, a pure and simple man in the public eye, but with a fondness for precious gems and praise like any normal man. There was little love between the button-pushing Ivan refusing to discount even for the mayor, much to the leader's chagrin. So when the twin openly defied the mayor's request for it to be a gambling free affair..without consulting him for personal affairs..things tended to get heated.


Eventually after being dragged away by well-meaning associates, a fatigued Renly merely coughed a few times before waving a bright purple flag signaling the officials to start the matches. It would be quite some time before any matches came Iris's way as before curiously asking "So are you going to compete as a guild member under the eye of the public bearing your Guild's mark with pride? I am sure everyone would appreciate it."

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”Yummy~!” Liz giggled while inhaling a cake chock-full of sugar. As if that girl needed even more energy, she’ll probably end up crashing later on. Onyx narrowed his eyes at the girl sitting across from him before reclining in his chair. He shut his lids and diverted all attention to the sense of taste, taking a reserved sip of the bitter beverage.

”Tch. Will’s brew is ten times better.” He mumbled under his breath as he placed the cup back on its serving plate. The summoner glanced to his sides, noting the surprising amount of customer flow within the establishment. Most of the people had the same expression as Liz plastered onto their face; overflowing delight. Chances are, most of them never had a single morsel of what was known as a sweet delicacy, and after factoring in their rarity and pricing, it was no surprise why. But it seemed that his companion had no idea how blessed she was, as rather than praising every little bite, she had already consumed the entire cake and rang the bell for another. Onyx sighed as she energetically machine-gunned out another order at the waiter. After the employee walked off, Liz began to swing her legs under the table, kicking the boy in the process. ”I didn’t even know a place like this existed in Ivalice. You’d find a whole lot of these in the capital, but in a satellite town such as this, they should be nonexistent.” The girl was without a doubt captivated by the aesthetics of the cafe. The walls were of a finely smoothened sandstone, complemented by flooring laid out with extravagant tiles and carpeting. Not a single grain of sand from the outside found its way through the front door, as if the traction from the customer’s footwear was instantaneously cleaned up. Onyx didn’t show the same level of admiration and merely shrugged at the girl’s claim.

”It’s really simple when you think about it. They probably erected this place overnight. The owners of this establishment have a contract with sand spirits.” He too had an agreement with the spirits which encompassed the sandy dunes of the territory, but not on this level. Liz’s mouth was left agape at what her partner said, she then tilted her head, waiting for Onyx to explain in more detail. The boy stared at her for a few moments before giving in to her silent demand, ”They had the spirits raise sandstone deposits from below with a few certain cantations. My guess is, is that they had a few highly skilled summoners within the staff to offer up an equitable appeasement for the feat. They then had the tiling and ingredients moved in via caravan, and also have the stables for their livestock in a nearby town which is close to an oasis. Although the required ingredients are scarce, they still turn a profit after looking at their margins, knowing that people would get hooked on this stuff after having a single bite. It’s a shop where they price by priority, knowing that their customers indefinitely want what they’re selling.”

Onyx relaxed his shoulder and took another sip of his beverage. Liz let out a surprised ”Ooooooooh” and clapped at her partner’s analysis. ”As expected of the heir to the Kalon enterprise~!” The summoner simply nodded at the compliment and drank the last of his coffee. When the waiter arrived with the cake, he nonchalantly ordered another and began to gather enough coins for the bill. ”On another note, what do you think of the other summoners? Kinda funny how all of the newer members have that ability, yeah?” Onyx was slightly caught off guard by his summon’s power of observation. He hadn’t given it much thought, but it was quite the coincidence indeed. All of them were temporal summoners, whilst he was the only perpetual one. ”Well, I don’t know much about Seraphiel, I just read that she can summon the undead and also wields a versatile weapon. Rane’s seems kinda… dangerous. But that’s the case with summons who take control of their summoner’s body. He’s undoubtedly the most powerful out of the three, since he divvies up his entire soul to whatever he hails. But if he peeves off one of them while they’re behind the reins, he might be in for a tough time.”

He paused to take another sip of his drink, then eyed the cake Liz was slowly honing in on. He quickly grabbed his fork and cut out a slice for himself, allowing himself to enjoy the rich and creamy flavor. ”Waaaaaaah! Sadist! Thief!”

”Oi. No complaints. I’m the one paying for it, after all. Anyways, lastly, Namid. She’s already quite the adversary even without a summon, but her familiars are a bit incomplete. She faces the restrictions of magic supply, as all summoners do. Nobody is exempted from that principle. They’re all interesting in their own ways, I guess. Meanwhile we’re stuck with Beta, who only knows how to speak with curses and her fists.” A chill ran down his spine at the mention of that persona of Kerberos. The two were surprisingly friendly with one another, it’s just that she sometimes acts too recklessly and gets herself into risky situations. The waiter walked by and showed Onyx the check. He gave the parchment a once-over and placed a mixture of gold and silver coinage in the man’s palm. Liz and Onyx pushed themselves from the table in unison and bid the waiter farewell. ”Well, let’s drop off our groceries at the apartment and pick up Will, then continue on to the tourney. I’m sure Beta’s edging for a fight.”






”Is that alright? Sure you’re okay?” Onyx asked while fastening the button on the girl’s shirt. She gave him an affirming nod and flicked the insignia just to confirm. The boy sighed and rose from where he knelt, then patted off the sand stuck to his knees. Just a few moments prior, a thief was fleeing from a stall with merchandise in hand. With Liz in his path, he unknowingly bumped into the ambivalent girl, but soon fell flat on his face after tripping over Onyx’s leg, which he claimed to have accidentally held out. Will peeked its head over the boy’s shoulder briefly before retreating back into refuge. Thievery wasn’t a rare occurrence, especially in such a backwoo- interesting town. After being raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, adapting to a more nomadic and free way of living, but also advantageously accepting the risks entailed. He ran a hand through his hair and let a sigh pass through his lips. With a quick motion, the trio continued on with their trek to their destination, the very place where the tourney and arena resided.

Either way, it was an ordinary through the bustling ‘streets’ of Ivalice, one of the many melting pots of the outer districts. A place where the law’s grasp wavered, but was still evident enough to enforce some of its policies. Thus, places like this reached a perfect equilibrium between freedom and restraint. It was places like this Onyx could sink into a life of respite, one without any economic worries or drastic changes in the repetitive routine. Wake up, dress, scrutinize Liz a few times, eat breakfast, et cetera, et cetera.

It wasn’t soon before Onyx found himself at the aforementioned location, already a few of his fellow guildmates were present. Surprisingly enough, it was the newcomers that were there on time. He could spot a certain clump of strawberry-blonde cresting the crowd once in a while, but surely the older members weren’t as pepped up as the newbies. In addition, a pair of mischievous velvet irises and yet another scarf-wearer also arrived. Liz raised Onyx’s arm and bolted from under it, stopping on a dime in front of Rane and Namid. ”Morning guys! Our round hasn’t started just yet, but I hope you get a good seat! I’ll definitely be doing twice the rooting when you two are up! Yaaaaaay!” Too. Damn. Loud. Before the girl began lose herself in a loop of energetic jumping, Onyx flicked the girl’s forehead when he finally made his way over. ”Morning Rane. Morning Sugar Boops.” The summoner put on a not-so ecstatic form of greeting, barely making a legitimate wave before letting his hand drop to his side. He still presented to his comrades the iconic blank expression everybody who met Onyx received. That lackadaisical face of nonchalance.

”Actually… Things seem to be picking up now.” Just like out of thin air, bursts of fire ascended from the ground, lining the entire town square. He held onto his scarf as he subconsciously shifted into a defensive posture, keeping his figure close to Liz and Will. The boy glanced at the waves of people which had suddenly come into fruition, ”Rane, Sugar Boops. Let’s fade into the crowd for now and wait our turns. I’ll look around for Seraphiel before our round kicks off, but the two of you remember to stick close.” He pointed the finger sporting the ring of Kerberos at the insignia buttoned to his apparel, ”Wear it with that thing people call ‘pride.’ Good luck to you both.” Sure, it may have not been motivating in the slightest, but it was all the reticent boy could meager. Onyx led his summons out of the the open and found themselves a roomy pocket without the stands.

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ImageIn no time at all did the crowds started gathering. Although Fox Trot were famous for their tendency to erupt a fight at anytime anywhere, most if not all of the members are all kind individuals. That’s what Rane thinks of his guild. All the interesting members belonging to this guild, setting aside their greed for jewel, Rane was really glad he joined this guild. He came to love this guild just like his old home – two completely optimistic couples living in a cabin they built themselves surrounded by trees. How they found the place itself, Rane never found out. But he really didn’t need to ask why. They were both happy, and so was he. That was all he needs to know and understand.

Then came Namid in her huge backpack as she greeted him. Rane, just like usual, responded heartily. “Oh! You’re here, Namid!” Though she spoke rather softly, Rane picked it up just fine. ”Sorry if I’m late… But I got here as soon as I could.”
”Oh that’s fine! I just got here not long ago myself as well!
Rane gave a thumbs up and flashed the best smile he could. Namid is his current partner at the Fox Trot guild. When she joined the guild around the same time he did, they didn’t form partnership until around a month after. Despite that though, Rane feels as if he had known the pink haired girl for a long time. While Namid was extremely quiet, Rane could sense that she had went through some tough times – in fact, anyone could, what with her silent demeanor.

But Rane ignored it. Instead, he knew somewhere in his guts that she was a kind girl. What’s more, with her monstrous leg strength and beast like agility, Rane admired her. In contrast to her though, Rane is comparably weaker physically and in spite of his larger magic pool, he believes that the both of them could get stronger as they stay in Fox Trot. There is no end to the amount of the people much more brilliant than they are, and Rane was very proud that they could be one of those people.

Not very long after Rane met up with Namid, another energetic voice joined in. “Morning guys! Our round hasn’t started just yet, but I hope you get a good seat! I’ll definitely be doing twice the rooting when you two are up! Yaaaaaay!” The voice belonged to none other than the spirit of Onyx. She was often called Liz by Onyx and since Rane never heard her called by anything else, he decided to call her that as well. The two definitely seemed like they’d fit each other. But as he turned around, he found the aforementioned boy flicking the head of his energetic spirit. ”Morning Rane. Morning Sugar Boops.” The black haired boy greeted with his usual apathetic behavior. Rane of course, paid it absolutely no heed every time. ”Oh! Good morning to you two too, Onyx, Liz!” Yet again his famous bright smile stretched across his face. He waved his hand a little as he saw the two.

”Actually… Things seem to be picking up now.” Just as he said so, loud explosions sounded higher in the sky. It lit the town square brightly, matching the pace of the surrounding crowd’s cheers. Rane was awed at the scene. He was always delighted to see these. Rane see fireworks as a sort of shining star in the midst of a dark sky, and just like how these beautiful explosions lift up people’s hearts, he too wished to be like one of those. Not literally, of course.

Interrupting Rane’s stare into the bursts of fire that dispersed in the sky, Onyx said, ”Rane, Sugar Boops. Let’s fade into the crowd for now and wait our turns. I’ll look around for Seraphiel before our round kicks off, but the two of you remember to stick close. Wear it with that thing people call ‘pride.’ Good luck to you both.” taking his leave after pointing his finger decorated with a three colored ring at the guild insignia, a sinister fox with a hysterical laughter, on his light teal uniform. ”Okay! You take care as well, Onyx!” Rane waved to the black-haired boy as he left with his spirit, slowly dissipating further and further into the crowd. Taking the advice of his fellow guild mate, Rane turned to Namid beside him and took her hands, ”Let’s go too! We need to find a good seat to watch this tourney from!”

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Next match: Visionary vs. Zephyrus! Contestants, take to the square!” The auditator bellowed as Onyx’s round finally got underway. He rarely ever got cold feet, nor was he one to openly flaunt pretentiousness. Thus, rather than waving to the spectators like Liz, he quietly walked his way to his side and observed his adversary. The man was unarmed, draped in the usual attire of these lands. There was really nothing notable about the man, he could simply fade into any crowd at his leisure. While his partner energetically returned the waves of the crowds, the boy took a moment of respite and inhaled deeply. The flooring itself was solid sandstone, only a few minutes prior had citizens traversed the area like it was just an ordinary town square. But since the town’s governor had to entertain himself once in a blue moon, the whole area had been transformed into an arena.

Onyx straightened his uniform and tightened his tie. The lingering teachings of learning to appear presentable in front of others still stuck with him five years later. His opponent’s lips were already moving at a rapid rate, a preceding cantation to the duel which was about to take place. He couldn't lie, he was interested in what the man had up his sleeve, and nearly disregarded all of the observers because he was so fixated. ”Hey, Liz, you ready to give the reins to Beta?” He asked while glancing over to the girl, hyperactively jumping to blow off some energy. ”Yep! Make sure you got her back, alright!” Liz patted Onyx’s shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. She received a solemn nod in response, simultaneously shifting his thumb over the embedded howlite.

Liz’s body was suddenly enveloped in a blinding light, causing a few nearby spectators to avert their eyes. Once the brightness dissipated, the first thing all of the observers noticed was the locks of snow-white hair flowing in the wind. Next was the pair of round irises, glistening with a captivating gold, a drastic change from the red which just encompassed them. ”Finally somebody to smash to a pulp~.” The high-pitch was replaced with a deeper tone, filled with not arrogance, but something much, much more dangerous; pride. The girl ran hand through the straightened ivory hair and focused on her adversary. A grin stretched across her face as she placed a balled fist into her palm, and proceeded to crack her knuckles. ”About time we get this show on the road!” Beta perked up at the faint sound of someone clicking their tongue. She glared back at Onyx, silently interrogating him for a reason.

”Well… One of the clerks of a shop I frequent said cracking your knuckles has negative effects. Causes arthritis early and other syndromes of the like.”

Onyx received a tilted head and narrowed eyes as a response, as if she was looking at a crazy person. ”...Does it look like I give a flying fuck?” The girl hissed, to which he motioned to continue on. The two set their sights on their opponent, while Will took cover behind Onyx’s figure. Round, start! The duo shielded their faces as a gust of wind slammed into them, but firmly held their ground. After he lowered his arms, it was obvious what their opponent was. Without exchanging any words, Beta leaned forward and propelled herself at breath-taking speed at the man. She reeled back her hand and prepared to strike down on him, but was met with something invisible stopping her fist a few centimeters from his nose, Air Wall. The girl was abruptly forced back into the open air by the man, but considering how much of an seasoned brawler she was, Beta quickly regained her bearings and landed primly next to her partner. ”An air mage…? Kinda generic.” Onyx, meanwhile, didn’t seem too rattled at the sight.

”Kind of generic? No, really generic. And he’s one of those egotistical nutjobs who announce their abilities.” She eased herself into a combat stance, while Onyx just aimlessly stood and watched their opponent. ”Well, at least he only has a contract with air spirits. Imagine if he could also wield earth, fire, and water. Now that would be a riot.” Beta chuckled at the thought of such a man wielding all four bases, of course it was impossible. ”Oi! What are you two blabbing about! ”Air Ravine!” At the command, a zephyr crudely sliced through the sandstone set on a course for the two. They nonchalantly sidestepped the attack, but seeing the aftermath was something a bit disconcerting. The tear in the arena led out of the boundaries, sand began to pour into the crevice while spectators lost their footing out of awe. Onyx whistled out of surprise as he traced the path of the strike, but nonetheless, it didn’t do anything to them.

”Alright… So he’s somebody we actually have to be cautious about. Will and I will back you up, try and whittle down his magic reserves. At this juncture his defenses are impregnable. We just need to outlast him, and then the match is ours.” Beta nodded in agreement and charged the mage once more. It wasn’t long before she closed the gap between her two, the fighter gracefully brought around her leg and attempted to strike his side. But yet again, she was met with the same opposition. The summon began to growl as she bombarded the mage with more attacks, slowly but surely pushing him closer to the out of bounds line. He finally took note of the territory he was losing and casted another ability, ”Air Hold” The array of strikes were halted when Beta’s limbs were constrained. She struggled to get her way out of whatever was restraining her, but any effort was made in vain.

”Tch. She forgot to put some distance and gave him enough time to cast a restraint prayer. He’s got quite the contract with air spirits. Will, you know what to do.” Onyx glanced back at the caped pumpkin, which was in the midst of cowering behind his shoulder. The grip of the white gloves only tightened as soon as its master made the order, but after a few moments of internal debate, finally gave in and released the teal uniform. Will wizzed past Onyx and flew straight into the mage’s face while he was distracted keeping the spell enacted. The man flailed about before beams of light shot out of the pumpkin’s sockets and into his retinas. He quickly knocked the being off of his face, letting out groans of pain while stumbling.

”Damn it! Blade of the Four Corners! Four spouts of wind flew into his open palm, forming a barely visible shortsword. Like a projectile, he propelled himself towards Onyx, who was merely standing with the usual apathetic he had painted on his face. The boy raised his own arm to a ninety degree angle as the man closed in to swipe. The blade should have met cloth, but instead met dense sand. A shield of grains came into fruition on Onyx’s left forearm, ”It’s rare to see a summoner, especially an air spirit one, versed in close quarters combat. I’ll admit, you’ve surprised me.” He shoved the man back and held his hand toward the ground. The mage didn’t see at first, since he was deadset on striking down teen, but now he had a firsthand look at what Onyx could do. Sand flowed through the audience’s feet and into his hand, forming his own elemental rendition of the mage’s blade. ”A sword and buckler. Looks like you are quite versed yourself. What are you, a knight of the capital?”

Onyx peered at the man and brandished his sword at the contestant, ”En garde.”

When their swords clashed, rather than sparks flying into the air, bits of sand and wind parted from the blades. ”...Even if you disabled me, Beta would still beat you senseless.” The mage suddenly froze with his attack, suddenly realizing the meaning behind Kalon’s words. The round was called to an end as Beta and Onyx surrounded him in unison, only a breath away from decimating their opponent.



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Beta paced her way back over to Onyx’s side, then gave Will a quick high five at their achievement. ”Damn, I barely got to do anything! Make sure you find somebody I can actually hit next time, alright? Let’s go grab a bite to eat.” Onyx silently nodded and began to lead his comrades off the stage, until his ears picked up faint laughter. The man broke into emphatic laughter to the point where he could barely breathe. Beta leaned over to her partner and queried, ”What crawled up his ass and died?”

The two were about to take their leave before the mage finally managed to get out a few coherent words. ”So, what is a noble like yourself doing in a dump like this? You know you’re still the talk among summoners even after half a decade?” Onyx instantly stopped in his tracks, his entire physique tensed up at the mocking words. Murmurs began to spread through the crowd, Beta gave the boy a worried look and glanced back at their former opponent, with a smirk stretched widely across his face. ”To think I would find a person like you here.” The man paused mid-thought, making an adjustment to his soliloquy, ”Sorry, my apologies. I don’t think the word person is befitting of you. You are even worthy of the title human. You are just an empty husk, waiting for the day that somebody finally gets the galls to stab you in the back!” Onyx slowly turned himself around as the man continued to jeer, showing a sliver of bewilderment as the man continued to laugh like a hyena. He felt a light squeeze at his shoulder and glanced over at Beta, ”Switch me out with Liz. If I listen to this guy for one more second, my foot’s gonna go somewhere it never should.” He eased his thumb over the black gemstone, and just like that Liz was back in their plane of reality.

”I mean, giving a quarter of one’s soul is considered insane, heinous even, but the whole entire thing? Nobody in their right mind could conceive such an idea. Well, those who value their lives, that is.” Liz began to grit her teeth, like a hound about to lash out to protect her master’s pride, but a hand patting her head placated any agitated ideas. She looked up at her partner, who had already regathered his stoic demeanor. ”People are still chatting about me? Guess the summoning community hasn’t expanded much since I took my leave. Or maybe the minds of its current heads aren’t as sharp as they used to be.” The summoner loosened his posture, ”I might as well pretend to have an existence, rather than not try at all. Besides, my soul’s in a safe place.” To emphasize his point, he patted the girl’s head once more, then led her out of the arena. ”Your rambling is holding up the tourney.”

”Visionary was your alias, right? Quite contradictory.” With that, the two parted ways into opposite sides of the crowd, and the tourney continued on. The trio found an open spot in the nearby seats, and awaited the next round. Liz stared at the ground, still peeved off about the whole ordeal. ”Don’t worry about it, like I said, my soul’s in a safe place. At least most of the observers were focusing on the guild insignia rather than what he was going on about. Anyways, let’s see how the others fair.”

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Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Namid Kachina Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba Character Portrait: Leon Ostrum
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The match between their emotionless Guildmate and his fiery summon was a quick and painful one for the opponent at least. Finally the dust settled back into the fine grain of sands beneath their feet, a few on-lookers hissed insults at the defeated Air mage as the stirred up dust had coated clothes and over-priced festival food, which many hopelessly replaced much to the joy of nearby food merchants. The mayor's voice let out a wheezy cough before ordering a few nearby mages to erect a protective barrier around the stands to prevent further accidents. At least the mages weren't deliberately going all out that could cause outside property damage. That didn't stop Ivan from haggling with clients with small insurance slips..at fair prices for the sudden demand. One could practically smell the blood in the water for the merchant eagerly pocketing Jewels.


Irritation spread throughout Iris's body at she already hear her brother's gloating over his haul. The man prided himself at earning his keep, she couldn't fault him for that..it's just his success made her failures seem all the larger. That her accomplishments would always be second-rate to his, the little sister trailing in her brother's footsteps. Then again her brother's infamy in the town did seem to stick to her like a leech at times..in way it allowed her to vent some frustration. Anger welled up inside her as she gritted her teeth, just in time as the mayor's bellowing voice echoed through the air "Our next match up will be between the Flashing Swordsmen Renard Ewo and the Lady Chessmaster, Iris Fenil. If the combatants would please take their places in the arena now."

Cheers and jeers came for both combatants as a faint smile wiped away the frustration as loud words of encouragement came from her guildmates. A dramatic wind seemed to quiet the crowd as Iris eyed her opponent from across the arena, dressed in bandages along his body and a black sash around his waist. A single katana was naked at his side, shimmering in the bright sunlight. Clearly the man's name was due to the bare sword as it did flash in sunlight..or was there something else? Nicknames aside, Iris didn't have another chance to contemplate it as the man called out "Flash Step! and vanished into thin air. Chances are there was only seconds before she felt like cold steel at her throat as she hastily called out [color= #c56320]"Take the Board!!'.[/color] Black and white squares grew from the sandy depths as Iris took a step back as she felt the air whip by her face as the shining blade came in upward slash seconds after her movement.

The swordsmen merely mockly called out "Trying to run little rabbit?". A calloused hand grasped at the fur collar of her jacket as she struggled to escape the much stronger grip, a single black piece dropped to board below as she coughed out "Come forth my Pawn!!". A small puff of smoke blinded both on-looker and combatant as Iris felt her knees hit the board roughly below her as a pair of large paws slammed into the swordsman's torso with alarming strength. A single large hare sat in front of the fallen Iris looking annoyingly innocent as it gave a single thump of triumph. Swears came from Renard as his blade flashed quickly, neatly cutting the creature in two much to the shock of children in the crowd. Yet instead of crimson liquid, the hare merely blinked as shadows began stitching itself back together within seconds as a determined Iris rose to her feet "You won't skin this hare so easy!". Her magic allowed her versatility, yet had to be carefully observed as she felt droplets of fatigue, the Pawn was a good starting point but wouldn't win the match.

Anyone with a brain could see this creature wasn't meant to last long in combat as Renard placed his palm on the top of his sword "Flash Dance!". Once again his body vanished as the Hare valiantly sacrificed itself as slashes attempted to rain down on it's mistress. Regeneration was a simple task for the chess piece, but sweat began pouring down Iris's face at each blow sucked at her magic reserves, her hand grasped her next move in a tight fist as she called out "Checkmate!". Once again a smokescreen covered the views of everyone as the swordsman blindly swung only to hear a dull thunk at each strike. Suddenly the smoke was blown away by hazy white steam that could easily blister bare skin, not to mention heat up metal.

Retreating in both pain and surprise as Renard nearly dropped the heated hilt of his blade before glaring at the cause. A surprisingly large tortoise merely snorted in response as a perfectly safe, and almost arrogant Iris sprawled out on the reptile's sand colored shell before calling out "Summoning the Bishop. What's wrong Renard can't handle a harmless old turtle?". Said tortoise gave a rumble as it dangerously shook itself nearly dislodging it's mistress as a warning. The creature may be used for defense, but it still had a stubborn streak of pride and did not take kindly to false pretenses. Patting the shell with a quick touch as Iris cooed "Oh don't be so sensitive old man, you know I mean well". Apparently age did not always mean forgiveness as the tortoise did not find amusement in the teasing Iris as a familiar plume of smoke covered the two followed by loud swearing from Iris "Get your scaly butt back here!! Come on Bishop I was kidding!!".

It seems the tide was turning once more as the swordsman mocking blew on the now cold katana before him taking a menacing step forward readying for the final blow. The figure vanished once more as Flash Dance was once again used darting daringly into the plume of smoke. Small feminine yelps came from Iris as the ground began to stain red with blood as the crowd only saw flashing silver and merely concluded this would be the end of the match. Eyes widened as yellow eyes gleamed in the clearly smoke as did the ringing sound of metal screeching against one another followed by a bleeding Renard tossed unceremoniously onto the ground. A clawed hand lifted a relatively cut-free Iris by the scruff of her hoody as only a few cuts marred her face and a serious cut across the stomach as red flushed across her cheeks as she was roughly shook before being dropped to the ground. Scuffed boots stood in front her protectively as a grumbling voice merely scowled "Really now, should have called me earlier little brat. Could have avoided all the blood on your cute face..". A mumbled excuse came from a blushing Iris as the Rook's ears merely laid back in annoyance before licking the small amount of blood off his brass knuckles.

This was another offensive piece known as the Rook as the half-human creature merely lashed out a flurry of blows against a tired Renard who feebly tried to block the faster fists of the creature. The brass knuckles slammed into bone and cut into flesh with ease. Stupidly, the man tried to jam the hilt of the blade into the creature's mouth and let out a howl of pain as razor sharp teeth bit into the tender flesh before shoving the human away into the dust, spitting out crimson blood "Dear god man, you need to lay off the cheap booze..".

The defeated swordsmen merely fell to the ground as cuts from his body began changing pale sand into bloody grains. An excitable Iris merely flipped off her opponent as her smile faded as the yellow pupils of her Rook caught her ruby ones as booted feet stomped over to his mistress. Running a hand through his own ruffled hair as the Rook challenging leaned down inches away from her face before cheekily licking a small cut on her face before declaring "Had to get that horrible taste out of my mouth. Try to not get beat up so much boss. Would hate to have to scavenge your corpse for a meal ya know?". Too stunned to say anything as Iris merely dismissed the creature with a condescending pat to the head before walking out of the arena, as she tiredly sat next to a demure Onyx "Now remind me again, why I get such unruly Chess Pieces. Oi Ivan told you I wouldn't get my ass kicked!". A chuckle escaped her brother as he tutted "It's only the first round baby sister, besides I know you enjoyed that little kiss from Rook." Once again red flooded Iris's face as she merely sulked after pulling up her fur hood, not even replying.