Circe

Circe raised an eyebrow at Omen's explanation, glancing back at Pinball as he kicked off the Forgotten Time King’s back with the ease of someone who’d done this a hundred times before. Her gaze lingered on his icy expression, the cold efficiency with which he dismantled the boss. She had heard about player killers before—ruthless, self-serving types who got their kicks from preying on others. Yet here Pinball was, helping newbies get a leg up. "Sounds like he's got a soft spot for fresh players now," she mused aloud, her tone half teasing, half thoughtful. "Maybe he's trying to balance th

Circe’s heart raced as she watched Omen and Morningstar engage Ki'Raion, their attacks managing to stagger the massive beast. She stood just behind Omen, her hands tense, ready to cast her stun if things took a bad turn. But the fight was going surprisingly well. Circe's eyes stayed locked on the beast’s movements, calculating when and if she'd need to jump in. Ki'Raion was dangerous, that much was clear, and even though Omen was handling the front lines for her, one wrong move could be disastrous. But as she observed Morningstar’s hard-hitting assault, she could tell the next hit might j

Circe stood off to the side, arms crossed and hands tucked in her pockets, watching as Pinball flickered in and out of the shadows like some kind of ghostly assassin. He reappeared, his blades carved deep into the Forgotten Time King, red arcs of damage streaking across the boss’s massive health bar. For all the tension leading up to this moment, she had to admit, the guy knew what he was doing. "Not bad," she muttered under her breath, though her eyes stayed glued to the fight. She didn’t like giving out praise too easily, but in this case, it was warranted. Pinball moved with an efficie

Caught off guard, Circe suddenly found her hands full of treats, her vision blocked by a party invite. It took her a moment to steady herself, mentally recalibrating. It was suspicious, being approached by such high-level players so casually, but maybe this was fate throwing them a bone. An unexpected opportunity to secure the support skill they’d been after. Circe couldn’t help but snort at Freyd’s comment. Entertainment director? That was rich. She’d been around long enough to recognize when someone got roped into something they didn’t sign up for. Still, it seemed like things were hap

She narrowed her eyes as the beasts focused on Omen—his howl doing its job but at a painful cost. Watching the Hellhound's jaws sink into his leg, she felt a spike of urgency. This fight needed to end, and fast. The taste of rum flooded her mouth as Omen crushed the crystal, the odd sensation catching her off guard for just a moment. But there was no time to reflect on it. The beasts were regrouping, and Omen’s shield was barely keeping them at bay. "On it!" she shouted, leaping back to gain some distance. Her hands flew to her belt, pulling free another handful of knives. With a fli

Circe’s gaze followed Omen’s, locking onto the distant mouth of Inferno Cavern. Even from this distance, she could feel the oppressive heat radiating from it, like standing too close to a furnace with no escape. The plan sounded reasonable enough—careful, methodical, and calculated. But still, she couldn’t help the flicker of excitement that sparked beneath her cautious exterior. “Six Hellhounds and a Cerberus,” she mused, her voice tinged with dry amusement as she tossed one of her daggers lightly in her hand. “Yeah, sounds like a blast.” The fire in her eyes didn’t match her words.

Circe stared at the spot where Pinball had vanished, her eyes narrowing in mild frustration. She had expected... more. Something, at least. A final word of caution, a last-minute strategy, maybe even a cocky remark. But no, the guy just melted into shadows without so much as a glance back. Typical. It left an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, but Circe shoved it aside. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on nerves or second-guess their guide. She glanced at Omen, who, unsurprisingly, didn’t seem rattled at all. Of course. He was as calm as ever, handing her the healing items with a measu

Circe followed closely behind Omen, her sharp eyes scanning area full of over-level mobs. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and though they had managed to avoid the aggressive mobs so far, the atmosphere did little to ease the tension. When they finally arrived at the boss room, Circe's gaze shifted to the hooded figure waiting for them. Pinball. The infamous player-killer with the orange crystal above his head. She had heard whispers of him. Either way, the idea of working with him didn’t sit well with her, but Omen seemed to trust him enough to make the call, and for now, th

Circe crossed her arms, tapping her foot lightly as she stared off at the distant horizon of the 19th Floor Settlement. The idea of turning back after coming all this way gnawed at her. It wasn’t like she was itching to fight a boss that could kill them instantly, but the thought of leaving empty-handed left a sour taste in her mouth. She had agreed to come along with Omen because the support skill sounded useful. She blew out a frustrated sigh, her shoulders slumping just a little. “Yeah… I guess you’re right,” she said, glancing at Omen. “No point in getting ourselves killed over someth

Circe glanced at the volcanic landscape around them, her silver eyes narrowing against the intense heat radiating off the fiery plains. The Ninth Floor was no joke—a true hellscape of molten lava and volcanic rock, where even the air seemed to burn. She could already feel the oppressive heat making her sweat, and they hadn't even entered Inferno Cavern yet. Omen had messaged her earlier, and the promise of a Tier One quest had piqued her interest. He was competent enough, and the rewards might make it worth trudging through this blazing wasteland. As they walked, she heard the familiar pi

Circe accepts >:3

Circe knelt down beside the treasure chest, her fingers itching with anticipation as she worked the latch open. The chest gave a satisfying creak as the lid lifted, revealing its contents. Her eyes gleamed as she took inventory of her loot: a sizable pile of currency, two unidentified weapons gleaming with potential, a handful of crafting material that might come in handy later, and a strange-looking consumable item that glowed faintly. She picked up the consumable, turning it over in her hand. "What do you think this does?" she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. But she didn’t d

Of course Lyle sent them off to someone else. Was this quest ever going to end? Well, hopefully the docks will be their last stop. "Yer tellin' me Mayor Dorian's taken to sending players to do his dirty work? Fine, fine, he’ll get his money, as soon as ye help me finish pulling it out of the drink!” Circe’s eyes narrowed as Pete’s hearty laugh echoed off the nearby water. Of course it wasn’t going to be simple, she thought bitterly, already regretting stepping foot near the docks. First boarlets, now pulling treasure from a lake? This was turning into one giant favor chain, and her

Circe gritted her teeth, feeling the heat of her frustration burning through her calm facade. The boarlet, still eyeing her with an almost mocking glint in its eyes, pawed the ground again, as if readying for another taunt of a charge. Not this time. Flipping the knife in her palm, she could feel its weight in her hand, the metal cool against her skin as she tightened her grip. With a sharp inhale, she focused her energy, locking her gaze onto the boarlet. She wasn’t going to let a tiny creature make a fool out of her any longer. As the boarlet lunged forward, Circe waited, her

Circe threw her knife with deadly precision, fully expecting to finish off the boarlet in one clean strike. But once again, the little creature darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade as it embedded itself uselessly in the dirt. Her eyes narrowed, and her jaw clenched in frustration. Are you kidding me? She felt her patience starting to fray at the edges. This was supposed to be a simple, mindless task—a quick hunt, not some drawn-out battle with a ridiculously agile piglet. The boarlet charged again, its tiny hooves pounding against the ground as it barreled toward her with

Circe smirked as they entered the boarlet hunting grounds, her sharp eyes immediately spotting three plump targets huddled together, noses rooting through the dirt. Perfect, she thought. She’d be done with this boring quest in no time. Without hesitating, three throwing knives materialized in her hand, spinning each between her fingers with practiced ease. “Let’s finish this quickly,” she muttered, taking aim. She threw all three knives in a quick, fluid motion, intending to wipe out the group in one fell swoop. The first two boarlets went down instantly, her blades finding their mar

Circe’s eyebrow quirked slightly when she saw the party invite pop up in her HUD. Interesting move. She hadn’t expected Omen to be the type to formalize their little partnership, but it made sense. Having access to each other's stats and health could be useful, especially if things got dicey later on. Without hesitation, she accepted the invite, and their names now appeared next to each other on the interface. They made their way back to Zackariah, and Circe couldn’t help but roll her eyes as the NPC examined the materials with an almost comical level of scrutiny. "Leave it to Dor

Circe strolled away, determined to find the last two plants and eager to keep up her momentum. Lucky charm or not, let’s get this over with, she thought, scanning the ground for anything that stood out. But after several minutes of aimless searching, everything just started to blend together. Grass, weeds, shrubs—nothing looked like the plant she had found earlier. With a groan of frustration, she crouched down and poked at a patch of overgrown weeds, hoping that maybe something was hiding beneath them. But no such luck. “Ugh, seriously?” she muttered under her breath, standing up and bru

Circe watched the man struggle with the stubborn plant, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Perfect. She’d struck gold with this one. He seemed genuinely lost, which only made her job easier. Still, she had to play it right — no need to scare him off by being too obvious. “Oh, so you’re in the same boat, huh?” She let her voice carry just the right amount of frustration, adding a little sigh for good measure. “I’m starting to think Zackariah just sent us on a wild goose chase... or maybe we’re just missing something.” "Tell you what," she said with a sheepish grin, leani

Circe stared at a thick patch of grass, eyeing it up and down. Was this it? It didn't seem very special. Plucking it didn't update the quest, so she supposed it wasn't what was need. "Man, this blows." She blew out the words in an exasperated sigh. How low had she fallen to be playing around in the dirt like this? Well, not far given what she was doing before ending up here, but it didn't soothe her annoyance. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she looked around and noticed another bulky player, he waved at her. She blinked a bit shocked at the hospitality given by the stran

Things certainly hadn't gone to plan since she had arrived. Despite having some of the niceties of reality, this world operated on its own rules. With that in mind, Circe decided to play the game. If one could call it that, it would be their reality until they were freed. As luck would habit, an NPC called out by the name of Dorian or something. He went on about being the mayor and needing to collect a loan, but unfortunately, he did not remember who he gave the loan to. What a joke, did they make this guy so dumb? Whatever, it seemed like a boring quest to push through anyway, free

INVENTORY ROLEPLAY LOG

Circe | HP: 620/620 | EN: 100/100 | DMG: 20 | EVA: 1 | ACC: 5 | LD: 4 | BLD: 48 | PARA notes: // equipped -- [T3 Perfect Throwing Knives] ID 232026 Paralyze 2 | Bleed 1 Wolf Pendant. | TIER 1 JEWELRY | +3 ACC battle-ready inventory // Starter Healing Potions x3

CIRCE PROFILE NAME Yumiko Kojima AGE 27 GENDER F RACE Japanese HEIGHT 169cm WEIGHT 59kg BIRTHDAY 10/13 ORIENTATION Pansexual [♬] “It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.” -Chuck Palahnuik, 'Fight Club' HISTORY VIRTUES&FLAWS NOTES DOCUMENTS