- Disguised as Ruby Red:
You just can't catch a break, can you...?”
Ruby swayed to and fro down the path to Dawncliff Mine, a happy balance of thankful and regretful. She moved with a serene grace, happy to be employed once again. It was a quiet night, with the stars shining bright above and constellations bare for all in Earthland to see. There was a beauty about the world at night, where people were so often defenseless and born of weaker stuff. The beautiful crimson that would leak from the defenseless and the weak was her greatest joy, and her art shone the most gloriously under such a celestial twinkle of natural light from above.
Her thoughts were, of course, on the mine itself. She had been here a number of times now, and each time she had left feeling a bit more... complete, in a way. At first it felt as if she was a mere doll under someone's control, but as she waltzed to the wide and dark entrance of the structure, she knew that she had become complete. No longer was there anyone else controlling her, and she had become truly her own person. Was there even a struggle worth worrying about in the first place? Of course there wasn't, and she knew that better than anyone. Ruby Red, the Bloody Barber of Dawncliff, was a name that struck fear in the hearts of those in Sieghart Mountains. Rumors spread of a ghostly young woman who hadn't slept in centuries, murdering any who would cross her. Her blade was rusty and held the souls of the damned within. Those types of stories kept miners awake at night and plagued the rocky jungle known as the Sieghart Mountains.
She was no demon, however, but merely a human like anyone else. What greater way to demonstrate her mortality than to show others their own fleeting existence? There was none, and that's why she got to work as she did. As she entered the mine, she was rather surprised to discover a lack of workers and security near the front. Even as she focused her senses to listen for the diligent working of sooty laborers, she discovered nothing. Such things immediately turned her smile into a frown as she unsheathed her rusty blade with no hesitation. Other than her nameless, rusted katana she had no gear to claim fame to other than a rugged brown cloak that draped down to her thighs and a high school uniform torn and stitched back together.
- Spells used:
Name: Ormus' Hundred Faces
Rank: C
Mana Cost: 50
Requirements: Ormus' Hundred Hoods
Type: Supplementary
Element: Arcane
Range: Self
Cooldown: 0 Posts
Duration: Sustain
Effect: Ormus' Hundred Hood is a hooded cape which has a hundred hoods attached to the cape in which faces are collected. Upon wearing the main hood which is attached behind the neck of the user, the user can select one of the faces which has been stored in the other hoods. This does not only change the face of the user, but also their physique allowing them to switch between genders. The hood does not alter the height of the user though. The cape changes into a regular hooded cape upon wearing the main hood, causing the hundred hoods to disappear to hide its effects from others. The user cannot change their appearance into that of another user or a non-player, but they can freely choose any other appearance upon wearing the main hood. The user can decide to represent this by adding an image in their posts reflecting their chosen appearance. Upon changing appearances, the user can take off the main hood and the cape will remain in disguise. The user can undo the effect by putting the main hood on and off again, or change their appearance again by putting the main hood on and off again.
WC: 418/1700 [15% reduced]