Fate / Arcana OOC

Research Log #1

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As much as I try to convince my colleages that this was the answer to finding the path that all should seek, blinded by fear and the hipocracy of their beliefs, they reject my idea and refuse to provide me with the resources I require. As such I am lead to first focus on longevity rather than results. For if I find it difficult to survive in this community terrified by the church, would my heir not find it unbearable to not simply surrender all my hard work to those wreched bastards?

Research Log #2

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I have grown used to hiding, they hunt me down as if I was a monster of the moon, but I persevered, those who I once called colleages have long past and been substituted by their heirs while I stand as though not a single day had passed.

Research Log #3

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Most intriguing, while in the process of filtering the blood of a common whore that I had found, I discovered peculiar traits in that blood both possitive and negative that could be most useful if I found a way to use said traits to my advantage. While I certainly see no practical use towards reading the beginning, I can certainly see it's use in protecting me research.

Research Log #6

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It seems that there are methods to use blood in an destructive way. By taking advantage of the iron in one's blood, it becomes possible to harden a body or weaken it by both concentrating and dispersing them. Further tests must be conducted, I have taken a couple of whores to use for my experiments. But I must be carefull, it seems people have taken notice of me and are trying to track me. I must use these women most sparringly.

Research Log #9

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Strange, as time progress I feel more and more behind, it seems that there are limits to how much one can sustain oneself through filtering blood. Isolation seems to take it's toll and my mind is not what it used to be. I can no longer remember why I research this magecraft and the only way I seem capable of remembering is by looking back at these notes... Why do I even write these?

Research Log #30

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Crap, only one whore is left, last died while I tested how much blood I could take out before it became lethal. The search has become more active against me, I can't even show my face anymore, which means I'm stuck with a that lone whore to further my experiments... Ah, perharps it's about time I retire. Looking back, it seems my actions have become most chaotic and I can no longer think right.

Research Log #Last

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I have decided, I will use the whore as a vessel for my heir. I will brainwash her to believe it to some random costumer's child but she will be compeled to take care of it. She will have my fortune as means to survive, while I do not care what she does with her body, I must be certain that my heir gets every chance to continue my research. Finally, I will transfer my blood to my heir, killing me in the process but making sure that my research continues.

Diary #1

I write this not as a research log but rather as a re-collection of my thoughts. A diary if you will, so that I may look back in times of great confusion such as these. My name is Elizabeth Hemory, daughter of Jonathan Hemory and Roxana. Since I was a child, only 5 years old I have been given strict instructions from my mother to pick up my father's work, a complicated idea at the time, but now I understand where it came from. I cannot explain what drove to do it, but I studied endlessly with hope to understand one day what I was reading. Magecraft, who knew magic existed.

That said my life wasn't easy, although my mother seemed to care about me and we had no economical problem, she kept on inviting people inside for less appropriate reasons. Many times I walked in on her work with a random individual, sometimes nameless other times of more respectful status. At first it was troublesome, but eventually I just accepted it, she wasn't going to change her lifestyle and she was careful to warn me before hand of when these activities might occur. Ah, this isn't to say I hate her, I still love her regardless if she's a public woman or not.

As for why did I start to write this? Mother told me that upon my 18th birthday that she would give me a box that belonged to my father... Let's just say the experience of opening the box was most traumatic. I expected more boring papers about his research, secrets that he could only trust a matured mind to understand, but no. What I found was blood, so much blood that I was almost drowned in it. Never before had I felt such pain, even as I write I can feel the blood rushing under my skin changing me, molding me into whatever sick experiment my father planned for.

I will rest now, my mind and body are most strained from this pain, perhaps I'll ask my mother for something to knock me out for the day.

Diary #2

Know that as I write this I feel most disgusted about the current situation, never before have I felt so much hatred and guilt that I would kneel and cry in from of Mother begging her to forgive me. I feel like I want to set the whole house on fire in an attempt to erase the knowledge I had learned. For how could I be a spawn of such a demented thing?

Perhaps it's best if I explain, after having had a long rest from the previous incident, I woke up today with sense of alienation. Knowledge which I never had, suddenly was there as if I had always known about them. To prove this situation, I found a series of logs from my... From my father, I had no idea they even existed much less where they were hidden, and yet I found them most naturally. It was then that I learned the truth of my father's research and my own birth.

Oh why? Why did I have to know of this? I would have rather been played as a fool and been driven to believe that I had free will, instead of knowing my origin and why I'm even here to begin with. Even as I write this, I have no idea if this my own free will or my father's twisted play.

Regardless, I must continue the study, I refuse to lower myself to my father and use such disgusting methods, if am to test on anyone than it will be on myself before anyone else! I just hope that whatever was affecting my father in his finals logs, does not begin to affect me.

Diary #3

Today my mother decided to leave the house to meet one of her employers. I asked her to rethink this and that it would be best if she had whoever the man was walk to our house instead of the other way around. I reminded her off what she knew full well, the killer that stalked the nights preying on women such as herself. But my mother is confident, and I felt no right in objecting her after what I had learned. As such I merely wished her a safe return.

Now moving on to my findings. The experiments have been going slow as I have little heart to continue despite this impulse to commit to them. That said it seems my father was blinded in his own ego and could not see the reality of the situation. After a few experiment I have discovered a few things which he dismissed for some unknown reason. First, majority of my current blood is pure poison, although our body require blood to survive it seems my father neglected to realize that to much being pumped into one's brain could cause severe damage, there is also the problem of the density of blood, right now I have 550 liters of blood inside of me, that is over what 100 of me should have! Despite this absurd number I do not feel any heavier than I felt the day before the incident, I can only assume that my father did something with magecraft. However this comes in a consequence, because of the density of the blood, the amount of iron, oxygen among other properties are off the roots.

To put it in simple words, my father's health decline came from his body containing more than what it could, and he has damned me to the same fate as his. Right now I have no negative effects, but as time progresses I am sure that my body will begin to break.

To combat this ticking bomb inside of me I have doubled the efforts in the research, although for the lack of better judgment I will pass through the hospital at night, I do not wish to see anyone die but giving use to a corpse should be fine, right?... Right?

Diary #4

Today I write with new founded hope, I have found that the use of other bodies, although while not giving most results, still display the most observable. Mind you that these are corpses and as such the results would likely be quite different if used on a living being. However if nothing else I was able to calculate a system that would allow me to store this excessive blood that I contain into the corpses I brought without deteriorating the blood. The bodies on the other hand would have to be changed every few years, hopefully the hospital will continue to be generous in the future.

That solves my problem of time, but doesn't fix the problem itself. My body is already affected and will break eventually, I merely extended the amount of time I had left. This should provide me with enough time to find a cure for my condition.

On another note, my mother as not returned today. I will be leaving tonight in search of her, I hope that she is fine.

Diary #5

I question now who wrote these entries, if me or my father? It is amazing to read my evolution in less than a week's span.

It's been two days since the last entry, after leaving the house to look for... to look for my mother. What I imagined to be a tearful reunion, turned into a sick chaos that even now marks my mind. Who could have done that? Not even my father, who I viewed as a demon, did nothing comparable to the chaos I witnessed. What did my mother do to deserve this?

I remember kneeling down and vomiting on the floor at the site of what was left of my mother. I cried so much, the need to hold onto something crushed by the fear of destroying whatever was left with a mere touch. MY MOTHER DID NOT DESERVE THIS!

After an hour of sobbing, I picked myself up and took what was left of her with me. I would not allow anyone to see her in that state, I would give her a proper burial. As I walked home anger began to boil inside me, the desire to find the monster who did this and dismantle him to bits, this would be someone I not only would not mind experiment on, I would enjoy every moment of it.

Upon arriving home a placed my mother in the basement to be taken care off later, there was something I need to do. I went to my room and cried myself to sleep.

The next day went pretty uneventful, I continued to sob for half of the day until I felt my eyes to dry to shed any other tear. The other half was spent reflecting on current events.

This is unfair, I miss the times when magecraft was hobby not an obligation. The times when I would be embarrassed for walking into mother. The times when I respected my father...

I don't want a cure, I don't want happiness, I just want to be free from this cage of misery.

In the past 6 years Elizabeth has become rather active in her social life, left in alone she gathered her thoughts and began to find some social stability where she could hold herself, but she had a problem that she could not avoid, she was the daughter of a whore and no mater how much money she had, she would be looked and treated as another whore by the aristocracy. This led her to find the Magus Associating for backup, hoping that they would ignore her backstory so long as she presented them results. Although hard, after a lot of dealing she was able to get the support she needed. From here on it went pretty simple, once she had support she was able to rise herself in status regardless of how much the regular aristocracy disliked her. As if to create more spite towards them, she began to visit orphanages and look through the streets for people she saw potential in. She picked up both males and females and trained them to be servants, maids and butlers, but went a mile further and provided them with education so that they could both read and write.

This strange behavior of her came from a sense of loneliness, alone with neither a father or a mother and with the constant pressure from higher society, she felt she needed people close to her that she could relate with to maintain her emotions in check. So she looked for orphans who she believed would understand her and the other way around. Never ask her if it went as planned, she'll probably go in to a fit of rage at the despair the children and young adults caused her. But regardless of all the difficulty she treats them and considers them all her children and she has gained their trust.

Right now she is looking for a suitable partner to be her husband, but is finding it difficult to find anyone that even dares look at her. Due to her backstory and recent absurd actions many men have felt intimidated by her mere gaze and she has gained the nickname of "Crimson Mistress". Her maids and butlers know that she is a magus and have altered the nickname to "Crimson Witch" much to her displeasure.

Name: Familiar Summon
Type: Blood (darkness?)
Speed: Single Action
Chant: (if applicable)
Rank: C
Range: 2
Effect: Pouring a vile of blood onto the floor and calling the chant summons the monster that gave the blood. This monster is then allied to Henry, and will do what he says. This does allow there to be too of the same animal. For example, if Henry cut a dog’s leg and let the blood hit the floor, he could theoretically summon a clone of the first dog. The summoned animal is stuck in a frenzied state however, and if left to their own devices will attack the nearest person. Naturally the bigger the animal the more blood needed. Doesn’t work on Servants for obvious reasons.      

Name: Corrosive Blood
Type: Blood
Speed: Single action
Chant:  N/A
Rank: C
Range: However far Henry can throw
Effect: Henry throws a vile of blood at a foe. If it hits, it works like highly acidic acid, and starts burning through their clothes and skin. Affects magical armour as well as on weaponry.

Name: Knowledge Transfer
Type: Blood (darkness?)
Speed: Four verses
Chant: {have not thought of one yet, but can do so if needed!}
Rank: B
Range: 5
Effect: Given enough time with a body (since those four verses to the spell means he ain’t gonna be doing this in the middle of battle!) he or his Servant has killed, Henry can gain the knowledge and some of their powers. So, he would have access to their memories of the last few days, be able to do things he could not before. However, this can only be done on a body dead than less than a day. Any further than that, and the soul has departed. Not a move Henry really wants to do much, since it involves drinking part of their blood to complete the spell. He may be a user of the dark arts, but he isn’t a psychopath!

Name: Raising the Dead
Type: Blood (darkness?)
Speed: Two verses
Chant: {will work on!}
Rank: A
Range: 5
Effect: With the dead body of the target, Henry can invoke the dark powers to call back them back. Looks like them too, the risen body will be just like their normal selves! …Well, bar the blood pouring from their fingers. Henry can influence how they come back to an extent; if he wants them insane, they won’t be able to think properly (think, Berserker like functionality). If he wants them to obey him, they shall think he’s their leader (they aren’t 100% loyal though, so they could leave him if he disrespected them enough) and so on. Target should be able to think, act, behave like they do normally before they died. However, due to the blood leaking from their hands, they only really have around three days before they collapse from blood loss.

Name: {Element called} Ball
Type: Varies
Speed: Single Action
Chant: [will come up with!]
Rank: B
Range: 40 meters
Effect: Eliana choose a type of element in her head, and hurls a football sized ball of energy at her target. The ball has the properties of the thought of magic; if she thinks of fire the ball will burst into flames upon contact of something, electricity will electrocute anyone it touches etc.

Name: Spell of Copying
Type: Material
Speed: Single Action
Chant: []
Rank: C
Range: Touch
Effect: Eliana touches an object and focuses. If it’s not too big, a copy of the item appears next to the original. Only works on non-living things; trying it on animals merely results in nothing happening, or a dead copy of the animal appearing next to it. Doing this too much gives Eliana migraines however, so she can’t get too crazy with this.