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Thomas Aefenleoht

"Would you like to see the ultimate Fan Service?"

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a character in “The Magic Hunters of Valderia”, originally authored by Nightblazer, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

ā€œI assure, you, this show wonā€™t disappoint, my dear fans. Fan Service is my motto, after all.ā€

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Name: Thomas Aefenleoht
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human (Solarian)

Physical Description: Stands at about 5ā€™8ā€, which is a bit shorter than the average Solarian, but he cares little. Thomas has a cross-shaped scar upon his face, and is somewhat lightly toned with muscle. He wears pale yellow formal clothes, which are so unbelievably fancy that they speak volumes about his ego. His hair is short, but spikes out erratically.

Skin color: Lightly tannedā€”rather unusual for a Solarian, though, but then again, Thomasā€™ choices in aesthetics areā€¦rather eccentric, to say the least.
Hair color: Supposed to be golden blond, but he dyed most of it dark red, leaving only the front portion its original color. Why he did this was apparently also part of his ā€œFan Serviceā€.
Eye Color: Red irises, though some say they could see his left eye going purple at various pointsā€¦

Occupation: Performer. He puts on shows using life-sized dolls that dance around the stage and act out dramas (though he needs help with dramas if voices are required, because heā€™s not the best voice actor).

Bio: The middle of three brothers, Thomas Aefenleoht took an interest in theater arts at a young age. Seeing a fantasy world on a stage always seemed magical and dream-like to him, and he quickly decided he wanted to try and imitate that.

Though his parents and older brother did not approve at first, they eventually gave in and allowed him to start trying out for drama clubs and take classes on the theater. Eventually, Thomas decided he wanted to try out puppet shows, but to his delight, when he discovered his magic, he realized just how well he could control those dollsā€¦and the rest is history.

Nowadays, Thomas travels around Valderia, and has many, many admirers and fans. He always greets them happily and enthusiastically, and puts on his best performance no matter what. Thanks to him, the Aefenleoht family has become rather rich, and Thomasā€™ success rate does not seem to be dropping any time soon.

On an unrelated note, the other Aefenleoht siblings have rather strange interests as well. Thomasā€™ younger brother, Michael, is a rather obsessive history nut, and uses his Earth Magic in tandem with some artifacts he found to bring them to life. His older brother, Chris, is more interested in the stars and traversing other planets, and is currently working (and not doing well) on a craft capable of space travel.

Home Nation: Solarian Empire
Home City: Aberconway

Personality: Always standing tall and proud, Thomas is very popular amongst people various tribes for not only his brilliant and mysterious performances, but also his attitude. Rather than greeting and speaking to each and every one of his fans as though they are simply admirers, he instead talks to them in a warm and casual voice, as though he is speaking to his own family.

Almost always without fail, Thomas makes his way to every outing on time (unlike a certain over-popular singer his friends convinced him to see in his childhood that showed up three hours late to a concert on a school night), and appears at every special event he can. Perhaps his almost-constant bragging about his ā€œFan Serviceā€ is justified, as such. Of course, he has the tendency to act rather childish at times when someone is ā€œruiningā€ his performances, and is very prideful of his puppets and popularity.

Lately, however, people have noticed that heā€™s been acting rather frustrated and sad at times, but when they ask him, he simply puts his public face back on and waves off their concern, insisting he is alright.

Likes: Puppets (of course), tea, complex yet small machinery, trying on excessively fancy clothes, impressing/pleasing his fans, making more puppets
Dislikes: Physics, astronomy, people who just wonā€™t shut up while heā€™s performing, people who insult his puppets, generally anything that ā€œruinsā€ his Fan Service

Skills and Abilities:
Non-Combat: Has a fair amount of knowledge of mechanical engineering and sewing, as he needs these skills to keep his puppets and their adornments in good condition.
Combat: Is good at acrobatics and somewhat fast, allowing him to get out of range of attacks.

Equipment & Weapons: Thomas has amassed a collection of many puppets of wood, cloth, and metal over the years. Despite being for performances only, they are surprisingly durable, and are very life-like, allowing him to imitate humans with little difficulty. He also has a bracelet with a violet gem, which he mainly uses to communicate with his family, instead of using phones or mail. However, it also serves the purpose of augmenting his magic from an outside source.

Other than that, there has reportedly been a rather frightening-looking miniature horse in his studio that is made out of parts of humanoid dolls. Why he would have such a grotesque puppet is anyoneā€™s guess, but perhaps there is more to this performer than what he shows on stageā€¦

Magic: No one is quite sure what Thomasā€™ magic is, but all that is known is that he uses it to control his puppetsā€™ movements without actually touching them, or having strings attached, or anything, really. He appears to be able to control up to 5 puppets at one time with rather life-like motions; they even are capable of acting as soldiers for him, being able to handle weapons such as swords and spears.

So how does he do it? Well, if you ask him, heā€™ll simply wink and state ā€œThat, my dear friend, is a trade secret. Were I to tell it to you, there would be no more meaning to my Fan Service.ā€

So begins...

Thomas Aefenleoht's Story

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Character Portrait: Kai Ember Character Portrait: Thomas Aefenleoht Character Portrait: Lucious Marder Character Portrait: Adris Dasul Character Portrait: Valar Karackson Character Portrait: VPS-GWF3: Gainsboro Twelve
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If Gainsboroā€™s face plate were to able to show emotions, this would be one of those times.
Right after he spotted the cycling lad tumble into an open manhole, a ragtag group of three and a dog also jumped into it, and promptly closed it off. He wanted to open it again and follow after them, but had no time as the pursuing group of cultists, and another group of cultists, perhaps led to them by those three, zeroed in upon the two. With considerable regret, he took off into the direction they were previously going.

ā€œWell, guess it is the two of us.ā€ Gainsboro grunted in affirmation. ā€œI sincerely hope heā€™ll make it to the station in time, and didnā€™t get shanked by those three, or by cultists. Speaking of cultists, i canā€™t seem to shake them off.ā€ That was not entirely true. For several blocks they had followed him, heā€™d manage to lose that particular group, only to later on run into another, and needing to repeat his steps a few times.

Another problem was that he no longer really knew where he was going, since he hadnā€™t the time to closely observe his surroundings. He began to become more and more desperate as time went on. Eventually he ran into a dead ending street, with a bunch of cultists at the end, gorging themselves on cadavers, people they had most likely slaughtered themselves. Gainsboro and the man he had been carrying all the while, still found themselves at the start of the street when the feasting cultists took note of them, and started coming for them with their bloodcrazed grins.

Gainsboro found himself at an impasse. He couldnā€™t go back, nor forward. He couldnā€™t spot any immediate alleyā€™s either. looking into the distance he spotted a stairway to the left of him, with simple but sturdy looking railings, and a wide light pole, that was somewhat close to the brick wall of the house. Having become truly desperate, he made a run for the stairs. ā€œHold on tight friend, iā€™ll attempt to jump up on the roof of that house over there.ā€

As he ran, the stairs came ever closer, but so did the cultists in front of him. They werenā€™t fast enough however, as he was already climbing- no sprinting up the stairs as they came in reach.
He kicked of with his left feet when he hit the last tread. He pushed off the railing with his right for extra lift and momentum towards the wall of the house. With a swift kick from his left, he directed himself towards the light pole. Gainsboro pulled his legs a bit towards his chest, as he would need both his legs for the final push. He wasnā€™t sure if he was going to make it, but even then heā€™d be able to at least throw the guy up there. At last his feet touched upon the light pole, and with a twist towards the left, and with all the power he could muster, he jumped towards the roof.

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#, as written by Subtle
Spotface grinned at the compliment, replying, "Hey, nothing wrong with some healthy cowardice. After a day like today, I think I'll really have to reconsider the whole 'bravery in the face of giant face-eating monsters' thing, neh? This hero stuff's for chumps."

"Hey, goblin--and please do tell me your name when we get a breather--I'm sorry, but I've got to trouble you again. I need to get something back from the central square. Do you feel like coming with me and having a dance with death again?"

"Oh! Name's Spotface. On account of all the spots on my face, see?," the little goblin said absentmindedly as he clambered atop a tall chimney. Looking out on the city, he spied out where the station was, then looked for the square. Ouch, that won't be so easy... Maybe there is such a thing as too much challenge? This new friend of his looked awful anxious to get to that square, though. And, hey, what am I even thinking? This guy and his puppets just saved my skinny green arse. Least I can do is help out.

Spotface dropped down, and began moving quickly in the direction of the square. No time to lose... "Ah, sure, buddy! We should be able to make it, no problem... Anything or anybody in the square I should look out for?" His face lit up for a second as a thought occurredt to him. His arms strayed back to his pack, and with a click, he released the glider wings. Gesturing with them, he said to Thomas, "You know, if the thing you need in the square was light enough, I might be able to sail over and back quicker than the two of us running there."

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June 21--10:54 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire

Thomas glanced at the glider wings and shook his head. "It's not light enough for that, unfortunately. But we can certainly get there first, if you have that. Can you carry me, in that case?"

Then, he had another thought. "Hm...though, perhaps we can get my brother to help. His earth powers might help us lose those cultist bastards. I'll try calling him...you think of something else, in the meantime."

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Michael watched the locomotive automaton unloading the black boxes from the train. "What's with those things?" he murmured as he saw them shake and rattle. "It's like there's something alive in them..."

Fastening his bracelet around his arm, he waited until he thought no one was paying attention to him, before gazing intently at one of the boxes. His left eye flashed orange, and he tried to sense its magical signature...but a cold feeling suddenly enveloped him with only a glance, and he quickly shut the power down. "Whatever's in there...I don't think I want to know," he muttered to himself.

Just as he turned away, his bracelet flashed, signaling that Thomas was calling him. "Yes, what is it, Thomas?" Michael asked, raising the bracelet to his face.

"Michael, are you okay? Because I've got a really big problem. My puppet box is still in the central square, but there are giant titan bastards around here. I need you to come help me get it. Can you make it?"

"What do you need to get to the puppet box for?" Michael asked skeptically. "You can just make more puppets."

"You don't understand, Michael! THAT puppet is in the box! My trump card!"

That got Michael's attention. Oh, dear. I forgot he keeps it with him whenever possible. "Um...well, in that case, I'll see what I can do." Shutting his bracelet down, he turned to the Huntsmaster and the badger with whom he had gotten to the train station with. "I'm sorry, you two, but my brother's encountering some more trouble. I need to go to Central Square to help him. Could you help us, please?"

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Character Portrait: Fea Rainglore Character Portrait: Thomas Aefenleoht Character Portrait: Hugo Tyrus Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: VPS-GWF3: Gainsboro Twelve Character Portrait: Val
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IMPATIENT NIGHTBLAZER

June 21--10:56 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


The puppeteer lowered his bracelet arm, having finished the call with Michael. Just as he turned back to the goblin, however, he suddenly saw one of the giants reaching up and gripping the side of the building. His mouth only formed half of a warning cry before the building they were standing upon was reduced to rubble, sending Thomas flying to the base of the building.

"Shit!" Thomas gasped, before leaping to his feet and dashing as close to the wrecked building as he dared. "Hey! Goblin! A-are you there?" He was instead treated to the sound of the giants roaring as they raced towards him. Biting his lip and cursing bitterly, the puppeteer turned on his heel and started running away, fully aware that he could not hope to run away from the giants like this.

Central Square was only one block away. Thomas' muscles were screaming, and sweat soaked his elegant, pale yellow clothes, but all he could think about was the goblin he had left behind. Just a bit further. I just need to get my puppet box back, goblin, and I'll show those bastards for what they've done to you, me, and everyone here who came just to enjoy this festival.

(OOC: Spotface was miraculously ignored by the cultists after the building collapsed, so he only has to worry about digging himself out. Of course, considering how long I waited before posting, I figure you've lost interest already.)

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Michael nodded to the badger man. "Thanks for your help," he said with a polite smile. "Now let's go!" Ignoring the Huntsmaster in the black trenchcoat and the bunny girl who had just come out of the sewers behind them, he ran towards Central Square, making sure the badger could keep up at all times.

They raced past the guards, despite warnings being shouted at them, and dashed into the adjoining streets. Michael slowed down at each corner, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear before running down each alley and avenue. The last thing they wanted was to run into those cultist monsters. The attack had been taxing on everyone, and Michael knew how suicidal this was.

As he peered around another corner, however, he suddenly saw a figure in a yellow poncho walking in their direction. At first, Michael prepared to respond with an attack, but then he heard the whirring of servos and grinding of metal parts against each other. With a second glance under the hood of the poncho, he realized it was the robot he had been fighting alongside earlier!

The robot was in horrible shape. Its plating was charred and blackened, and it was stumbling along while dragging an ax on the ground, behind its back. Most of the left arm had been completely ripped off. "Oh, no..." Michael looked him up and down, before clearing his throat. "Erm. Glad to see you're alive--ah, I mean..." What was he supposed to say? It was a robot. Never mind. "Anyway, the train station is that way. Just a few more blocks."

After a slight pause, he asked with a more worried tone, "Also, are there still too many cultists now? My brother is still out there."

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While Val was being dragged along by the kid, they stumbled upon that robot again.
He looked damaged, but Val knew nothing of healing robots.
He wondered briefly if the robot could use a splint to help itself move... no, wood would be too weak for the metal frame. Nevertheless, Val silently offered his staff to help the robot walk-- although it was probably too small to assist.

They were close to their goal, that fair-like place that Val had largely avoided before.
Val saw another diving past cultists, who looked similar to the boy. Perhaps this was the brother?
Either way, they were close-- with cultists ever closer, and Val's wind magic barely keeping the boy and him safe.
Time was definitely running out.

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