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Name: Faust
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Age: 31
Other Characters:
Ronald Knox | Kuroshitsuji |diehardreaper
Kuroyukihime | Accel World |papillonprincess
Yukio Okumura | Ao no Exorcist |in_praetego
Character Information
Name: Magari Mizuki
Canon: Corpse Party: Blood Drive
Canon Point: Ex-chapter 2, before arriving at Heavenly Host
Age: 17
History:
here!
Personality:
"I got where I am today by never losing to anyone!"
On the surface, Magari Mizuki is 'cheek pinchingly cute'. -- and she knows it, too. One can say she does it on purpose: dressing herself in frills and ribbons while giving off the air of a refined little beauty who seems to be a genius at making sweets. Unfortunately, once Magari opens her mouth, you'll find that first impressions can often be terribly wrong... especially when you get on her bad side.
Though she might sound pleasant and respectful, her words are always laced with a hint of venom to them. If it's from her look or from her words, there's always a way for her to show she's much better than you and it'll be up to you to realize when you've just been looked down on. It's this arrogance, this air of "I'm so much better than you" that remains consistent in her personality no matter what company she's in. Even then, she flavor of condescension you get from her differs depending on where she is. She's more subtle in public: a hidden insult, some thinly veiled condescension in her words. The kind you only realize is an insult when you finally mull it over in your head. However once you get her alone, she becomes a much more vicious animal.
The face she shows to the members of Martuba's Tomb (a cult she happens to be a high ranking member of) and others who are aware of the more supernatural facets of the world can make you wonder if this is indeed the same person. At her core, Magari is vulgar and crass. She isn't afraid to cuss and does so quite liberally when the mood strikes her. Her temper can be rather unstable, making her prone to violence when she's been slighted. Slap her and she'll punch you back. It isn't beneath her to throw a tantrum in private when she's frustrated. The fact she happens to be a member of a cult that has their hands steeped in dark magic also means she's seen her fair share of blood so lopping someone's head off to make an example of them or to deal with her enemies certainly isn't going to make her squeamish. She seems more than used to it, willingly bathing in the blood that spurted out of a freshly decapitated body recalling how it was rumored that blood kept skin looking youthful (though she did end up getting some of it in her eyes...). It also isn't beneath her to make a half monster servant-slash-pet out of a young girl, killing her parents in the process.
There's a sense of entitlement to her, formed from a superiority complex that makes her see other humans as "complete dumbasses". This makes her ultimately not care about what other people think of her. At the end of the day, they are just the means to an end. Charm works wonders, too despite not actively trying to hide her jerkwad personality. It earned her a lot of attention from her classmates at Paulowina Highschool when she first transferred in. Charm makes you friends and lulls people into a false sense of security. But this isn't the only method in her employ to get her way. If charm and cuteness won't work, threats and blackmail certainly will. It isn't beneath her to withhold customers' orders at her patissiere just because they refused to let her sit at their table even if said customers happened to be her own classmates for one thing.
Clearly, Magari doesn't really do 'friends', having said that spending time after school eating sweets with her classmates was a new experience for her. No one in all of humanity doesn't seem worthy enough to carry the title of 'friend' when it comes to her, really. She does hold a measure of respect toward certain people once they've proven to be worthy of it. The largest amount of this ends up going to her butler, Waldo. Magari holds a measure of gratitude toward Waldo for taking her in as a child and sees him as her rock. She's willing to listen to his advice as well as trusting him with particular tasks vital to the both the success of missions given to her by Martuba's Tomb as well as taking orders at her cafe. That should say quite a lot considering who we're dealing with here. No one ever comes quite close to how she treats Waldo.
The closest we ever get in her circle of 'friends' is Naho Saenoki though 'friends' remains strictly in quotes since they're really more of frienemies. There's an animosity between them. Since both of them are involved with the supernatural this leads to some kind of rivalry. The Sherlock to her Moriarty, so to speak. Though she treads the fine line between frienemy and foe-yay since Magari can't help but do things like suck on Naho's cheek and kiss her (Deeply. Sweeping the poor girl into her arms and all but dipping her in her seat) upon their first meeting. If she does this due to an actual attraction to the other girl or just to rile her up is a mystery. Though she does end up upset at the fact Naho had died before she had the chance to kill her. Ayumi Shinozaki the last of these three. She's someone who Magari identifies as her enemy as she introduces herself as Ayumi's Enemy from the start. The way she treats her is far from hostile, however. Ayumi is probably the person she treats with the least amount of disdan next to Waldo.
Though she claims they're enemies, Magari never outright attacks Ayumi unlike what she does with Misuto, a boy from the Martuba's rival cult. She actually rescues Ayumi from time to time and ensures her survival in the nightmarish pocket dimension of Heavenly Host. She even willingly gives up the Book of Shadows, her entire reason for entering Heavenly Host in the first place temporarily to Ayumi in an attempt to make things right. By the end of the entire ordeal, Magari had gone from enemy to somewhat respecting Ayumi to a minimal degree, admitting she was 'really something' as she left the girl to carry out the duty she'd chosen for herself.
Abilities:
>knowledgeable about magic and the occult to some degree
>capable of using certain types of magic
>able to fight, proficient in using a giant grim-reaper style scythe
>is good at designing deserts at least...
Strengths: headstrong, confident, willing to put in the work, honorable, charming
Weaknesses: ruthless, rude, bratty, emotional, condescending
God/Shinki: God
Why?: Magari has always been a leader type… not to mention being a god would feed her ego like WOW. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel sorry for any shinki that got her but trying to figure out how she'd treat them once she finds out they have to work together would be an interesting ride.
Top 3 Choices: Hecate, Mayari, Chalmeccacihuatl
God Type: Ultimately, Magari is the kind of person who only does something if it benefits her… so she's likely only going to be answering prayers once she learns there are actual benefits to them.
Power: Mind probe - locking eyes with Magari allows her to pick up the person's surface thoughts for a couple of seconds. She has no control over what thoughts/memories/emotions she can pick up but the lower the person's mental resistance, the more she can get in that span of time. This ability can be used once a day.
Writing Sample
Sample:
She'd dressed up for what seemed to be a promising evening: picking a different dress than her usual for once. (A dark red number she'd pointed out when they decided to go down to Naples for the weekend.) as well as letting her hair down completely save for a modest ribbon that complimented her outfit to keep it in place. Her scythe was folded up and tucked away in her purse that lay on her lap. Everything was in place. Everything but him. Her cellphone hadn't rung all night and she was starting to get bored. Her fingers drumming on the table seemed to tap out the seconds as they passed. It drowned out the sound of the crowd, the sound of the band and the sound of her own internal grumbling. Where was he? It wasn't like him to be late... unless.
Magari's eyes narrowed as she picked up her glass and scrutinized it a moment. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't order anything stronger than water.
"Would you be interested in ordering from our wine selection while you wait?" offered one of the waiters who approached her table.
She looked up, smiling back at him as she set down her glass. "No, that's alright. Thank you. I'm sure he'll be here any moment!" she replied, her hands perfectly on her lap as she spoke. But that smile faded into a small scowl the moment she was left behind again.
It would be terrible to order wine when she was still alone. Those were the things that reeked of losers who couldn't get dates to begin with or people who landed a date and... no. No, she wasn't going to do it. She wasn't going to think about being stood up. But she couldn't help but allow that stray niggling thought that entered her head. Fifteen minutes. He'd been keeping her waiting for fifteen minutes. No warnings, no calls, no texts. It wasn't like him at all. A soft grumble started to grow in the pit of her throat. This wasn't how she deserved to be treated! If and when he remembered he promised to have dinner with her, she'd give him a piece of her mind. Already, she felt a twitch growing in her eye. "That asshole... if he was thinking he'd get away with standing me up..." she began before pausing.
Wait. That was weird.
There was a small red dot travelling across the table... like the kind you'd see from a lazer pointer.
Or a sniper rifle.
Her eyes immediately went to the window. It was small but unmistakable. There was a tiny glint in the window of a nearby building. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of that small red dot moving from the table and up her arm. Possibly to her forehead. "Fuck." she hissed, reaching into her purse and pulling out her scythe. There was a crash as the window beside her cracked, shattered from the impact of incoming bullets. Around her, the crowd started to panic. It only got worse as her scythe blade extended, causing people to run as far as they could from her as she arched it up to intercept any other incoming bullets.
"Great. Stood up and now I've got snipers." Magari grumbled, pushing a table on its side to act as cover when more bullets sailed through the now-open window.
Other
Anything Else?:N/A
Name: Faust
Contact: AIM: corvusaraneae |
Age: 31
Other Characters:
Ronald Knox | Kuroshitsuji |
diehardreaperKuroyukihime | Accel World |
papillonprincessYukio Okumura | Ao no Exorcist |
in_praetegoCharacter Information
Name: Magari Mizuki
Canon: Corpse Party: Blood Drive
Canon Point: Ex-chapter 2, before arriving at Heavenly Host
Age: 17
History:
here!
Personality:
"I got where I am today by never losing to anyone!"
On the surface, Magari Mizuki is 'cheek pinchingly cute'. -- and she knows it, too. One can say she does it on purpose: dressing herself in frills and ribbons while giving off the air of a refined little beauty who seems to be a genius at making sweets. Unfortunately, once Magari opens her mouth, you'll find that first impressions can often be terribly wrong... especially when you get on her bad side.
Though she might sound pleasant and respectful, her words are always laced with a hint of venom to them. If it's from her look or from her words, there's always a way for her to show she's much better than you and it'll be up to you to realize when you've just been looked down on. It's this arrogance, this air of "I'm so much better than you" that remains consistent in her personality no matter what company she's in. Even then, she flavor of condescension you get from her differs depending on where she is. She's more subtle in public: a hidden insult, some thinly veiled condescension in her words. The kind you only realize is an insult when you finally mull it over in your head. However once you get her alone, she becomes a much more vicious animal.
The face she shows to the members of Martuba's Tomb (a cult she happens to be a high ranking member of) and others who are aware of the more supernatural facets of the world can make you wonder if this is indeed the same person. At her core, Magari is vulgar and crass. She isn't afraid to cuss and does so quite liberally when the mood strikes her. Her temper can be rather unstable, making her prone to violence when she's been slighted. Slap her and she'll punch you back. It isn't beneath her to throw a tantrum in private when she's frustrated. The fact she happens to be a member of a cult that has their hands steeped in dark magic also means she's seen her fair share of blood so lopping someone's head off to make an example of them or to deal with her enemies certainly isn't going to make her squeamish. She seems more than used to it, willingly bathing in the blood that spurted out of a freshly decapitated body recalling how it was rumored that blood kept skin looking youthful (though she did end up getting some of it in her eyes...). It also isn't beneath her to make a half monster servant-slash-pet out of a young girl, killing her parents in the process.
There's a sense of entitlement to her, formed from a superiority complex that makes her see other humans as "complete dumbasses". This makes her ultimately not care about what other people think of her. At the end of the day, they are just the means to an end. Charm works wonders, too despite not actively trying to hide her jerkwad personality. It earned her a lot of attention from her classmates at Paulowina Highschool when she first transferred in. Charm makes you friends and lulls people into a false sense of security. But this isn't the only method in her employ to get her way. If charm and cuteness won't work, threats and blackmail certainly will. It isn't beneath her to withhold customers' orders at her patissiere just because they refused to let her sit at their table even if said customers happened to be her own classmates for one thing.
Clearly, Magari doesn't really do 'friends', having said that spending time after school eating sweets with her classmates was a new experience for her. No one in all of humanity doesn't seem worthy enough to carry the title of 'friend' when it comes to her, really. She does hold a measure of respect toward certain people once they've proven to be worthy of it. The largest amount of this ends up going to her butler, Waldo. Magari holds a measure of gratitude toward Waldo for taking her in as a child and sees him as her rock. She's willing to listen to his advice as well as trusting him with particular tasks vital to the both the success of missions given to her by Martuba's Tomb as well as taking orders at her cafe. That should say quite a lot considering who we're dealing with here. No one ever comes quite close to how she treats Waldo.
The closest we ever get in her circle of 'friends' is Naho Saenoki though 'friends' remains strictly in quotes since they're really more of frienemies. There's an animosity between them. Since both of them are involved with the supernatural this leads to some kind of rivalry. The Sherlock to her Moriarty, so to speak. Though she treads the fine line between frienemy and foe-yay since Magari can't help but do things like suck on Naho's cheek and kiss her (Deeply. Sweeping the poor girl into her arms and all but dipping her in her seat) upon their first meeting. If she does this due to an actual attraction to the other girl or just to rile her up is a mystery. Though she does end up upset at the fact Naho had died before she had the chance to kill her. Ayumi Shinozaki the last of these three. She's someone who Magari identifies as her enemy as she introduces herself as Ayumi's Enemy from the start. The way she treats her is far from hostile, however. Ayumi is probably the person she treats with the least amount of disdan next to Waldo.
Though she claims they're enemies, Magari never outright attacks Ayumi unlike what she does with Misuto, a boy from the Martuba's rival cult. She actually rescues Ayumi from time to time and ensures her survival in the nightmarish pocket dimension of Heavenly Host. She even willingly gives up the Book of Shadows, her entire reason for entering Heavenly Host in the first place temporarily to Ayumi in an attempt to make things right. By the end of the entire ordeal, Magari had gone from enemy to somewhat respecting Ayumi to a minimal degree, admitting she was 'really something' as she left the girl to carry out the duty she'd chosen for herself.
Abilities:
>knowledgeable about magic and the occult to some degree
>capable of using certain types of magic
>able to fight, proficient in using a giant grim-reaper style scythe
>is good at designing deserts at least...
Strengths: headstrong, confident, willing to put in the work, honorable, charming
Weaknesses: ruthless, rude, bratty, emotional, condescending
God/Shinki: God
Why?: Magari has always been a leader type… not to mention being a god would feed her ego like WOW. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel sorry for any shinki that got her but trying to figure out how she'd treat them once she finds out they have to work together would be an interesting ride.
Top 3 Choices: Hecate, Mayari, Chalmeccacihuatl
God Type: Ultimately, Magari is the kind of person who only does something if it benefits her… so she's likely only going to be answering prayers once she learns there are actual benefits to them.
Power: Mind probe - locking eyes with Magari allows her to pick up the person's surface thoughts for a couple of seconds. She has no control over what thoughts/memories/emotions she can pick up but the lower the person's mental resistance, the more she can get in that span of time. This ability can be used once a day.
Writing Sample
Sample:
She'd dressed up for what seemed to be a promising evening: picking a different dress than her usual for once. (A dark red number she'd pointed out when they decided to go down to Naples for the weekend.) as well as letting her hair down completely save for a modest ribbon that complimented her outfit to keep it in place. Her scythe was folded up and tucked away in her purse that lay on her lap. Everything was in place. Everything but him. Her cellphone hadn't rung all night and she was starting to get bored. Her fingers drumming on the table seemed to tap out the seconds as they passed. It drowned out the sound of the crowd, the sound of the band and the sound of her own internal grumbling. Where was he? It wasn't like him to be late... unless.
Magari's eyes narrowed as she picked up her glass and scrutinized it a moment. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't order anything stronger than water.
"Would you be interested in ordering from our wine selection while you wait?" offered one of the waiters who approached her table.
She looked up, smiling back at him as she set down her glass. "No, that's alright. Thank you. I'm sure he'll be here any moment!" she replied, her hands perfectly on her lap as she spoke. But that smile faded into a small scowl the moment she was left behind again.
It would be terrible to order wine when she was still alone. Those were the things that reeked of losers who couldn't get dates to begin with or people who landed a date and... no. No, she wasn't going to do it. She wasn't going to think about being stood up. But she couldn't help but allow that stray niggling thought that entered her head. Fifteen minutes. He'd been keeping her waiting for fifteen minutes. No warnings, no calls, no texts. It wasn't like him at all. A soft grumble started to grow in the pit of her throat. This wasn't how she deserved to be treated! If and when he remembered he promised to have dinner with her, she'd give him a piece of her mind. Already, she felt a twitch growing in her eye. "That asshole... if he was thinking he'd get away with standing me up..." she began before pausing.
Wait. That was weird.
There was a small red dot travelling across the table... like the kind you'd see from a lazer pointer.
Or a sniper rifle.
Her eyes immediately went to the window. It was small but unmistakable. There was a tiny glint in the window of a nearby building. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of that small red dot moving from the table and up her arm. Possibly to her forehead. "Fuck." she hissed, reaching into her purse and pulling out her scythe. There was a crash as the window beside her cracked, shattered from the impact of incoming bullets. Around her, the crowd started to panic. It only got worse as her scythe blade extended, causing people to run as far as they could from her as she arched it up to intercept any other incoming bullets.
"Great. Stood up and now I've got snipers." Magari grumbled, pushing a table on its side to act as cover when more bullets sailed through the now-open window.
Other
Anything Else?:N/A
