Before him stood a scantily clad woman, innocent in appearance, utterly inappropriate for the climate and the task at hand. Behind this veil of eye candy, kon could see and even smell much more to her. A hidden power radiated from her oozing out as a dark hue only he could see, blended with the distinct blessing gifted by Illumin. She was both a Nephilim and a darkness user, how unusual. Who was he to question what was normal or not, just his appearance alone was unlike any other. His body was made mostly of metal, hair whiter than snow, skin even paler. It was because of these many oddities that the Agatha's mask was worn so frequently, both to conceal his identity and to just interact with the community at large without backlash. “Indeed, I am Kon, but for the time being please call me Konyo, we’re dealing with some particularly nasty Miners, whom I’ve dealt with in the past, I need to find out how they are behaving to those of a more timid deposition.”
Removing the mysterious enchanted porcelain mask from his left pocket, he draped it over his face, merging the magical piece into flesh manipulating bone and skin. Howling in pain as his form shifted, height, body, even sex altered into something new. Even his clothes and equipment were not immune to this transformation changing from his white workers clothes to a stylish white coat, thighs topped with thigh-high boots and a poof on his head. Changing appearances were always disorientating, but transitioning from male to female just felt wrong and took longer to achieve and much more to purge.
Admittedly he was also doing this in part to test the new recruit, how would she respond to a man who could shift his appearance in moments. Done both out of curiosity and entertainment, seeing how people reacted to his abilities, too many he came off god-like, but he sensed she would likely find the change in poor taste or mediocre in general. Striking up a conversation between the two as he motioned towards the mine leading the way, Kon probed. “So Juni was it?, Tell me about yourself, couldn’t help but notice you’re a Nephilim, sorry force of habit.” Apologizing as he tapped were his golden orb typically was, replaced by a crimson eye.
Whether this new guild member responded or not, he would continue in his fragile-looking frame. Crowds of Miners grew as they left the mine, nicknamed the abyss from its high fatality rate and number of miners that go missing in the maze-like mine every year. Pushing through the hardy men like butter with his right hand slinging his left carefully to avoid touching anything around him, he reached the coordinator of the mine itself.
His appearance might have changed but his voice hadn’t, still with its distinct Boscoi tone albeit more feminine, softer, retaining his authoritative annunciations. “We heard there was trouble with the mines, we’re here to help where you need us.” Said with the assumption he was still being accompanied by the new recruit otherwise he’d just mention himself, even introducing him in the meantime. The coordinator spitting at his feet. “Sure, give us a message, this is no place for women, heavy equipment, dangerous terrain, just look at your clothes.” Highlighting their inappropriate clothes, he did have a point, she was in short shorts of all things, meanwhile, he was wearing a poof of all things.
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- Spells:
Name: Agatha's Illusion
Rank: B
Mana Cost: 100
Requirements: None
Type: Supplementary
Element: Arcane
Range: Self
Cooldown: 5 Posts
Duration: Sustain
Effect: The user can use this spell to change their appearance. The spell does not allow the user to change their appearance into that of an existing person (whether it's a player or non-player, dead or alive). The user can also change their appearance into that of a human if they're not human. The height of the user is not altered through this spell.