Post by PhantomBrogade on Feb 25, 2023 14:58:00 GMT
Servent Info
Alias: Arthur
True Name: Arsene Lupin
Real or Fiction: Fiction
Era of Legend: 1905
Height: Dependent on Disguise
Weight: Dependent on Disguise
Gender: Male
Legend Origin Country:France
Servent Class: Assassin
Personality: Lupin is a Gentleman Trickster; courteous, the very model of civility and very very devious. He'll try and extract as much amusement he can from a situation. He'll often ignore orders from his master if he believes there is a better method to achieving the same results - and he's usually right.
Legend: Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Thief, was the fictional lead of the series of Lupin Novels from French Author Maurice Leblanc. Master of disguise and extremely talented thief, Lupin was able to steal anything he wanted, with a mix of trickery, guile, intelligence and ad-lib. Indeed, some of his best plans were born of an on the spot decision that he wanted something. Matching wits with his constant opponent Inspector Lestrade and even Sherlock Holmes himself, Lupin ended the games on his terms, disappearing without a trace...
Servant Appearance:
Casual Appearance:
Normal Weapon/s of Choice: Wires, which Lupin alternates between spreading around the battlefield or directly attacking the enemy. Any prolonged fight with Lupin results in a veritable maze of near invisible wires that can slice off limbs, and any attack on a place he has spent some time at will be a fortress of wires.
Noble Phantasm: Lupin's Cape, when he swirls it around himself, allows him to perfectly mimic anyone he has seen and heard for a long amount of time, and can also be used to hide others from detection.
Skills:
Master Info
Name: Eleanor Marties
Nickname: Jacqueline
Age: 29, appears 20
Gender: Female
Origin: England/Australia
Magi Skill Level: Trained Magi (Via Implanted Memories and Body Augmentation)
Preferred Attribute: Fire
Personality: Eleanor is a cold and authoritarian individual, demanding her orders be followed to the letter. She feels little sympathy for others, and expects none in return - a conversation with her always comes across as a business meeting. Despite her attitude and preferences for fine luxuries, she can be surprisingly brutal at times, and is not adverse to getting stuck in herself.
Jacqueline on the other hand, hates playing this role. She's kind but not naive - she effectively grew up homeless. She's happy for the little things, and is content to simply relax. Her role as Eleanor is slowly wearing her down however, and she has become moody and at times snappy.
Appearance:
History:
Eleanor Marties was born as the sole heir of the Marties family of Mages, and was trained from a young age to inherit her family's legacy. While not a prodigal scion, she worked hard to justify the training, and by the age of seventeen her father formally acknowledged her as his heir. Less than a year later, he and Eleanor's mother perished in a car accident, and she took on the role as master of the house, inheriting everything they owned after a grieving period that lasted nearly a year. She then went on to attend the Clocktower before disappearing from the public eye for three months due to illness.
That's the official line from the Marties household.
In truth, Eleanor was the younger of two twins, and not considered at all when it came to passing down the family's magic crest. Indeed, she was treated as dirt by parents who refused to see her as their child. The only ray of hope the girl ever received came from her elder twin, Elaine, who treated her as an equal and as a sister should. The two were nearly inseparable throughout their lives, despite their parent's best intentions, and Elaine trained Eleanor in secret after her own lessons. Her father, when he discovered the two of them practising - as he often did - would fly into a rage, beating Eleanor for 'trying to corrupt the Marties heir', leaving the girl unable to move for several hours due to the pain.
This all came to a head upon the twin's seventeenth birthday when Eleanor finally snapped under her parent's treatment.
Eleanor, with help from a sympathetic house maid, sabotaged her parent's car, causing it to veer into oncoming traffic and kill her parents and their driver. Elaine, discovering what her sister had done, confronted her. For hours they argued, until Eleanor, in a fit of rage, attacked and killed her sister. She didn't stop there however, as she went on to slaughter several of the house staff, including the maid who had aided her in the murder of her parents. When she finally came out of her rage, she found herself having cornered the surviving five staff. With enough blood on her hands, she chose to cower them into silence, ensuring their loyalty with magic and threats.
In the following year under the guise of grief, Eleanor secured her position as the head of the household, eliminating any branch members she couldn't sway to her side. But it's something else that she did during this period that is of note. Paranoid that she would be targeted by her 'loyal' family members, Eleanor 'hired' a bodyguard, a woman named Jacqueline.
Despite Jacqueline having no former training aside from some minor magic, Eleanor became obsessed with the woman and kidnapped her off the street in order to give her a choice. Agree to be magically and surgically altered to become a nigh perfect body double in appearance and skill, or be found in a ditch dead. Jacqueline agreed, and Eleanor began the process, changing her appearance and enhancing the woman's magic circuits to match her own in a painful process that left Jacqueline near death, along with implanting a copy of her memories into the woman in order for her to act as Eleanor in any situation.
Jacqueline served in this role for the next three years, her memories constantly updated as necessary, until one night Jacqueline found Eleanor dead, poisoned by a bottle of brandy. Scrambling to get help, she was confronted by the house staff - among them the five who had survived Eleanor's rampage. They, tired of the way they were treated and threatened on a near daily basis, had poisoned the woman, and instead of fleeing, had chosen Jacqueline, as Eleanor's copy in appearance and skill but not in heart, to take over as the deceased woman, hoping that they could serve under someone who would improve their lot.
For her part, Jacqueline agreed, and the next three months were spent ensuring that Jacqueline was fully aware and ready to serve as the head of the Marties household, a task helped by the implanted memories... memories which were now eating away at her mind. Unaware to anyone, Eleanor had been ensuring that her own memories didn't overwrite Jacqueline's - she feared that if they did the woman would believe that she herself was the real Eleanor and try to usurp her - and without her, those memories were now clashing, leaving Jacqueline to deal with an identity crisis, slowly turning her into Eleanor herself...
RP Sample:]
"And the rest of the family?" Eleanor asked, tapping her finger against the glass of wine. She was dressed for a dinner, though it was far too deep into the night for such a thing, and her hair was tied back into a utilitarian ponytail. Standing in front of her were several individuals, dressed as butlers and maids, each with their head bowed as the oldest among them delivered his report.
"The official line is that they perished in the blaze, though they are yet to find the bodies" he answered. The rest of the staff glanced uneasily at each other. They, like both the elder man and Eleanor, knew the truth of the matter, but for now played along with the charade. "They have however found the body of your Uncle, and have confirmed his death was due to smoke inhalation sustained during an attempt to rescue his family."
Eleanor leant back in her chair, taking a sip from her glass as she did. It was a fine vintage, something she should have loved...
Instead, it tasted like poison on Jacqueline's lips. There were times she hated this face, this voice, this person she had become, but she had to play the role, and that meant mimicking the woman completely. "And the truth, Arthur?"
Confusion flashed across the older man's face. "Truth, Mistress? As far as I know that is the tru-"
"Lupin" Eleanor almost snarled, surprising herself with the venom in it, "I am no mood for this game at the moment."
Arthur sighed as his form seemed to ripple, to be replaced by a man in a white suit, a featureless mask covering his face. When she used his real name, there was no room for games. "I trapped your uncle in his room and set the building alight. His wife and child are now safely quartered in your country estate, as ordered." Around him the servants shuffled uncomfortably, putting some distance between them and the Servant.
The woman sighed, motioning for the others to leave. In short order the room was empty save for the Master and her Servant. "Am I doing the right thing, Arthur?"
Lupin, sensing the mood, collected a chair from the side of the room and sat across from her. "I do not know Mistress, I cannot say I have ever encountered a situation such as yours, despite my exploits.... I just do not know."
The woman didn't respond, instead she stared at the now empty glass.
The morn was coming, soon it would be a new day.
Alias: Arthur
True Name: Arsene Lupin
Real or Fiction: Fiction
Era of Legend: 1905
Height: Dependent on Disguise
Weight: Dependent on Disguise
Gender: Male
Legend Origin Country:France
Servent Class: Assassin
Personality: Lupin is a Gentleman Trickster; courteous, the very model of civility and very very devious. He'll try and extract as much amusement he can from a situation. He'll often ignore orders from his master if he believes there is a better method to achieving the same results - and he's usually right.
Legend: Arsen Lupin, Gentleman Thief, was the fictional lead of the series of Lupin Novels from French Author Maurice Leblanc. Master of disguise and extremely talented thief, Lupin was able to steal anything he wanted, with a mix of trickery, guile, intelligence and ad-lib. Indeed, some of his best plans were born of an on the spot decision that he wanted something. Matching wits with his constant opponent Inspector Lestrade and even Sherlock Holmes himself, Lupin ended the games on his terms, disappearing without a trace...
Servant Appearance:
Casual Appearance:
Normal Weapon/s of Choice: Wires, which Lupin alternates between spreading around the battlefield or directly attacking the enemy. Any prolonged fight with Lupin results in a veritable maze of near invisible wires that can slice off limbs, and any attack on a place he has spent some time at will be a fortress of wires.
Noble Phantasm: Lupin's Cape, when he swirls it around himself, allows him to perfectly mimic anyone he has seen and heard for a long amount of time, and can also be used to hide others from detection.
Skills:
Master Info
Name: Eleanor Marties
Nickname: Jacqueline
Age: 29, appears 20
Gender: Female
Origin: England/Australia
Magi Skill Level: Trained Magi (Via Implanted Memories and Body Augmentation)
Preferred Attribute: Fire
Personality: Eleanor is a cold and authoritarian individual, demanding her orders be followed to the letter. She feels little sympathy for others, and expects none in return - a conversation with her always comes across as a business meeting. Despite her attitude and preferences for fine luxuries, she can be surprisingly brutal at times, and is not adverse to getting stuck in herself.
Jacqueline on the other hand, hates playing this role. She's kind but not naive - she effectively grew up homeless. She's happy for the little things, and is content to simply relax. Her role as Eleanor is slowly wearing her down however, and she has become moody and at times snappy.
Appearance:
History:
Eleanor Marties was born as the sole heir of the Marties family of Mages, and was trained from a young age to inherit her family's legacy. While not a prodigal scion, she worked hard to justify the training, and by the age of seventeen her father formally acknowledged her as his heir. Less than a year later, he and Eleanor's mother perished in a car accident, and she took on the role as master of the house, inheriting everything they owned after a grieving period that lasted nearly a year. She then went on to attend the Clocktower before disappearing from the public eye for three months due to illness.
That's the official line from the Marties household.
In truth, Eleanor was the younger of two twins, and not considered at all when it came to passing down the family's magic crest. Indeed, she was treated as dirt by parents who refused to see her as their child. The only ray of hope the girl ever received came from her elder twin, Elaine, who treated her as an equal and as a sister should. The two were nearly inseparable throughout their lives, despite their parent's best intentions, and Elaine trained Eleanor in secret after her own lessons. Her father, when he discovered the two of them practising - as he often did - would fly into a rage, beating Eleanor for 'trying to corrupt the Marties heir', leaving the girl unable to move for several hours due to the pain.
This all came to a head upon the twin's seventeenth birthday when Eleanor finally snapped under her parent's treatment.
Eleanor, with help from a sympathetic house maid, sabotaged her parent's car, causing it to veer into oncoming traffic and kill her parents and their driver. Elaine, discovering what her sister had done, confronted her. For hours they argued, until Eleanor, in a fit of rage, attacked and killed her sister. She didn't stop there however, as she went on to slaughter several of the house staff, including the maid who had aided her in the murder of her parents. When she finally came out of her rage, she found herself having cornered the surviving five staff. With enough blood on her hands, she chose to cower them into silence, ensuring their loyalty with magic and threats.
In the following year under the guise of grief, Eleanor secured her position as the head of the household, eliminating any branch members she couldn't sway to her side. But it's something else that she did during this period that is of note. Paranoid that she would be targeted by her 'loyal' family members, Eleanor 'hired' a bodyguard, a woman named Jacqueline.
Despite Jacqueline having no former training aside from some minor magic, Eleanor became obsessed with the woman and kidnapped her off the street in order to give her a choice. Agree to be magically and surgically altered to become a nigh perfect body double in appearance and skill, or be found in a ditch dead. Jacqueline agreed, and Eleanor began the process, changing her appearance and enhancing the woman's magic circuits to match her own in a painful process that left Jacqueline near death, along with implanting a copy of her memories into the woman in order for her to act as Eleanor in any situation.
Jacqueline served in this role for the next three years, her memories constantly updated as necessary, until one night Jacqueline found Eleanor dead, poisoned by a bottle of brandy. Scrambling to get help, she was confronted by the house staff - among them the five who had survived Eleanor's rampage. They, tired of the way they were treated and threatened on a near daily basis, had poisoned the woman, and instead of fleeing, had chosen Jacqueline, as Eleanor's copy in appearance and skill but not in heart, to take over as the deceased woman, hoping that they could serve under someone who would improve their lot.
For her part, Jacqueline agreed, and the next three months were spent ensuring that Jacqueline was fully aware and ready to serve as the head of the Marties household, a task helped by the implanted memories... memories which were now eating away at her mind. Unaware to anyone, Eleanor had been ensuring that her own memories didn't overwrite Jacqueline's - she feared that if they did the woman would believe that she herself was the real Eleanor and try to usurp her - and without her, those memories were now clashing, leaving Jacqueline to deal with an identity crisis, slowly turning her into Eleanor herself...
RP Sample:]
"And the rest of the family?" Eleanor asked, tapping her finger against the glass of wine. She was dressed for a dinner, though it was far too deep into the night for such a thing, and her hair was tied back into a utilitarian ponytail. Standing in front of her were several individuals, dressed as butlers and maids, each with their head bowed as the oldest among them delivered his report.
"The official line is that they perished in the blaze, though they are yet to find the bodies" he answered. The rest of the staff glanced uneasily at each other. They, like both the elder man and Eleanor, knew the truth of the matter, but for now played along with the charade. "They have however found the body of your Uncle, and have confirmed his death was due to smoke inhalation sustained during an attempt to rescue his family."
Eleanor leant back in her chair, taking a sip from her glass as she did. It was a fine vintage, something she should have loved...
Instead, it tasted like poison on Jacqueline's lips. There were times she hated this face, this voice, this person she had become, but she had to play the role, and that meant mimicking the woman completely. "And the truth, Arthur?"
Confusion flashed across the older man's face. "Truth, Mistress? As far as I know that is the tru-"
"Lupin" Eleanor almost snarled, surprising herself with the venom in it, "I am no mood for this game at the moment."
Arthur sighed as his form seemed to ripple, to be replaced by a man in a white suit, a featureless mask covering his face. When she used his real name, there was no room for games. "I trapped your uncle in his room and set the building alight. His wife and child are now safely quartered in your country estate, as ordered." Around him the servants shuffled uncomfortably, putting some distance between them and the Servant.
The woman sighed, motioning for the others to leave. In short order the room was empty save for the Master and her Servant. "Am I doing the right thing, Arthur?"
Lupin, sensing the mood, collected a chair from the side of the room and sat across from her. "I do not know Mistress, I cannot say I have ever encountered a situation such as yours, despite my exploits.... I just do not know."
The woman didn't respond, instead she stared at the now empty glass.
The morn was coming, soon it would be a new day.
