This will be a SYOC fic, so if you are interested in showcasing your OC, please send me the info below.
Also, I will not take Mock Units. Global Exclusives and Limited Editions are okay ... I guess.
Name: (ex: Nevryn )
Age: (ex: 20)
Personality (simple descriptions will do, just send me enough info to work with): (ex: Quiet, reserved, rarely interacts with strangers. Suffers from DID)
Appearance: ( ex: Dark brown eyes borderlining black, black spiky hair with traces of purple, a scar on his left cheek due to an attack on his household that left him as an orphan
Background: Formerly the son of two military officials, he was orphaned at a young age when his parents' rivals grew jealous of their status and arranged their assassination, his older sister dying in the process. Living by himself for most of his life turned into an introvert who distrusts almost anyone, even his friends. The only people he truly trusts are his units. He spends most of his life trying to find a way to bring back his dead sister. After the attack, he developed a darker side named Grimm, who is far more sadistic and removes any positive feelings from him until his bloodlust is sated. Grimm comes out whenever he sees anyone he cares about in danger.
Weapon/Powers: (ex: A claymore with a 4 ft. long blade, a memento of his parents. Also can manifest shadows to a certain extent, but rarely uses those powers.)
Crush: (ex: Currently has none, although in the past has been likened to a siscon due to overly affectionate bond between him and his older sister)
Extra (Anything that gives more flavor to the character will do): (ex: Has a penchant for giving romantic advice, though no one knows why.)
Units : (Only one unit each)
Taken units: Krantz, Dion, Zenia, Yuura
Okay, now for the plot! So, I'm thinking of merging the gameplay plot with this story, so although Lucius and Tilith will not appear in the beginning of this fic, they will still go through a similar plot. However, expect plot changes to fit this.
Nevryn frowned as he was met with yet another apologetic face at the Raid Office.
For weeks now, he had been constantly met with dead end jobs. All the good ones were taken, and the remaining ones rarely gave any compensation for his efforts.
Shrugging the apology of his most recent employer and any excuses off, he walked out with a sigh. He had been contemplating simply going ghost altogether and living in the wilderness.
At least then he wouldn't have to deal with getting skimped.
As he leaned against the walls of the building with another sigh, he was greeted with a familiar sight.
"Nevryn."
"Noah."
The two stared at each other in awkward silence before Noah decided to break the ice.
"So ... still haven't found a paying job?"
"No."
" ... So what are you going to do now?"
"Ghost. I'm done with civilization."
"You up for one last job first?"
Nevryn looked at him with curiosity.
"It's from Lord Owen. Apparently, an entire division went missing recently. Owen wants you to track down whatever did this and end it."
"Where?"
"We don't know. We think that it might be more than one enemy but only time will tell. You'll probably have to wander through Grand Gaia in order to find out.
"Wonderful. Money?"
"Thirty times the usual amount of gems given. Enough Zel and Karma funds that you'll never have to work again. Plus, I think he mentioned finding some ancient scrolls in Bariura."
"Restrictions?"
"He insists on you forming a team. He's already recommended you a fellow summoner, though who I don't know."
"Anything else?"
"He wants you to carry a black box. He's not taking any risks."
The black box. A device used to directly feed a summoner's experience to HQ as soon as possible. It also allowed that, should a summoner die or go missing, it would send a distress call.
"So ... do I just head straight for Morgan?"
"Owen wants them to have a proper burial. Also, he insisted on no shortcuts."
"Of course," sighed Nevryn. "Complication by needless matters."
"Hey, if it acts as an incentive, I heard that those scrolls came from necromancers."
Nervyn looked at Noah with steely eyes before sighing.
"I'm past that now. Yuura thankfully cleared things up for me. Necromancy won't have any use for me.
"I need resurrection."
There was only one goal in Nevryn's life.
Bringing back his sister.
He had thought to seek out necromancy, but scrapped it once realizing that the undead would have no memories whatsoever nor would it have a will of its own. He thought of seeking Noel's help in creating a Mock Unit to place her soul into, but Noel warned him that in doing so, her own free will would be severely limited, something that may have been a cause in Klaus and Isterio being destroyed by Gildorf.
Cracking his neck, he reached the rendezvous point where Owen had assigned him to meet his new partner.
Kamari Tahlia.
Eventually, he found a girl with long brown hair and amber eyes. She was a bit on the short side, and was wearing a white and grey hoodie.
"Are you Kamari?"
The girl looked at him before giving a friendly smile. "Yeah. I assume you're Nevryn?"
"Yes."
Kamari grinned before slinging an arm around his neck. "Great to meet you!"
Nevryn blinked before slowly removing her arm. "That's ... nice. Although, I'm a bit apprehensive about any physical contact."
Kamari gasped before bowing dramatically. 'I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, I didn't know!"
"It's alright," replied Nevryn hastily, not wanting to cause a scene. "I simply tend to avoid people I don't know."
"But why? Isn't it great to make a lot of friends?"
"Friends are ... interesting, but often, they end up causing you to feel guilt due to not being able to protect them."
"Then just get stronger to protect them!" answered Kamari with a smile.
Nevryn chuckled weakly.
"I wish. The amount of people I considered my friends, those that actually cared for me, number less than the years I've been alive. Most have been killed or injured because I wasn't strong enough to protect them, no matter how much I trained."
"... Oh."
"But I'm sure that you can take care of yourself.," he added, seeing her crestfallen look. "After all, you were recommended by Lord Owen himself. if so, I wouldn't mind considering you a friend as well."
Kamari looked at him with a surprised look before it turned into one of joy.
"Okay!"
Nevryn's right eye twitched as he struggled to not get frustrated.
It appeared that his new companion seemingly had a flair for interacting with everyone, known and stranger. For an introvert like him, it was absolute hell.
To make things worse, she urged him to go out and try to make new friends.
It's alright, he thought to himself. Maybe this is a good idea. I mean, more friends is a good thing, right?
He spotted a girl with pink hair, wearing a pink sweater with a blue skirt that revealed her black leggings. She was holding a pink stuffed dog in her arms and was eating a vanilla ice cream cone.
How does this work? Do I simply go up to her and say hello? Or would it simply make me look like a stalker?
Despite his inner turmoil, Nevryn's neutral face never changed its expression.
To go or not to go? After all, I may end up ruining my own reputation, not that I have one.
Sighing, he made up his mind and went up to the girl.
"Uh ... hello?"
The girl turned around, revealing her dark blue eyes. She looked around 16, and had a blue hair clip on her head.
"My name ... uh, I mean," he stuttered. "Shit, how do I say this?"
As Nevryn struggled to find his words, the girl tilted her head in confusion.
"Um, mister?" she asked softly.
"Er, yeah?"
"Do you need help?"
Despite the innocence in her tone and motives, it struck a deep chord in him
Do I need help? Does that mean that she thinks that I'm mentally ill? Or is it hat she thinks that I'm an idiot?
At this time, Kamari came up. Seeing the two, she guessed what was going on.
"Pardon my partner," she said to the girl, patting his back for comfort. "I asked him to try and make new friends, but he is ... socially awkward."
The girl nodded in understanding before tugging at Nevryn's shirt sleeve.
"Hmm?"
"Would you like some ice cream?" she asked quietly.
Nevryn blinked before nodding slowly.
"That is ... gratifying. Thank you."
The girl walked into a nearby shop before coming out with a raspberry flavored cone and a chocolate one. She gave the chocolate one to Kamari and the raspberry one to Nevryn.
"I forgot to ask what you like," she said meekly. "But I hope you enjoy this!"
He took the treat before smiling. "Thank you. It's perfect." Kamari nodded her agreement, not bothering to use words as she dug into the treat.
As he ate it slowly, his mind filled with memories of his deceased sister.
Halcya would have enjoyed this ... after all, she loved the sweet-and-sour varieties the most. Not to mention ... her favorite flower was the red spider lily ...
"Oi, Shimmer, you there?"
The trio looked at the newcomer. It was a girl with long black hair and purple eyes. She wore a red ribbon on her hair, gold and diamond earrings, a purple vest over a white t-shirt, a purple skirt with black tights underneath, and brown boots.
"Oh? Whose this?" she asked, looking at Nevryn. "This your new boyfriend? He's got that mysterious, dark past vibe to him. Kinda fits you, Miss Waifu."
Nevryn blinked before going pink faintly, but Shimmer rolled her eyes.
"Oh, shut up, Lunar," she replied. "I just met these two, and you're already shipping us? Come on, that's a new low, even for you."
"It's what I do. If not, then I guess I ship Little Miss Ponytails with you. Loli and waifu pairing, too good!"
Kamari facepalmed while Shimmer rubbed her forehead.
Here we go.
After Nevryn and Kamari finished making introductions and explaining their mission, Lunar and Shimmer decided that they wanted to be a part of the group as well.
He sighed, not understanding their motives. However, he was never one to look the gift horse in the mouth.
After all, hadn't he accomplished what he had set out to do?
"He," started Kamari. "I just realized that after all this time, I never saw your units."
The group blinked before seeing the truth in her words. Although they had come to get to know each other, they had yet to see each other's units.
"I'll go first," declared Lunar. With that, she brought out her units: Dion.
"Me next," stated Shimmer. She brought out Zenia.
Nevryn and Kamari looked at each other before he bowed dramatically in a gesture to allow her to go first.
Not wasting time with words, Kamari brought out Krantz.
Seeing that the others were finished, Nevryn summoned Yuura.
"Hey boss," called out Yuura. "Who's the dead meat this time?"
"We don't know," answered Nevryn, and he immediately became aware of the 6+ beings looking at him.
'Crap, I'm not used to this attention. I was a wreck with one person, but thirty? Is tehre some god out there trolling with me?'
"We're going through Mistral first and heading straight ahead until we find whatever killed some group of summoners. Then, we end it." He pointed at a black earpiece that was on his left ear. "I've been given a black box, so that more or less tells us to be careful. In other words, I'll never forgive you if you get knocked out due to lowering your guard around a gods damned Grafl shadow that happened to constantly paralyze you."
Everybody else laughed before realizing that he wasn't joking.
"I'm serious. I've seen comrades who could solo entire demons be swarmed by Burny mobs that they overlooked. It was embarrassing.
"So please," he added. "Don't be an idiot."
The others nodded in agreement. The units conversed among themselves, with Dion and Yuura catching up the most. Curious, Nevryn stepped a little closer before his black box started emitting static.
"Crap. Don't tell me this thing is frizzing out already."
Kamari shot Krantz a dirty look, who rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"My bad. Technology uses goes haywire around me."
And done. Anyways, as stated above, this is a SYOC fic for like two chapters and limited room, so OCs are at a first come first serve basis.
Now, the plot will be similar, but not the same. The group will still stop the 4 Fallen Gods, but they will not be influenced by Tilith ... yet. Maybe anotehr goddess, who knows?
Anyways, uh, see you guys next time? I dunno, basically as socially awkward as my own OC.