Black Clover RP is an intermediate AU roleplay site set generations after the happenings of the Black Clover Manga/Anime.
The events of this site are entirely non-canon compared to real lore surrounding the manga;
meaning that any canon names and concepts surrounding any lore, anime, manga, game, etc are not valid.
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BCRP was created by Gemini with the effort of staff members.
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Black Clover was produced by Shonen Jump, Viz Freak and created by Yūki Tabata.
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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
Things around the Royal Palace had been quiet, at least more so than usual. There was always an ominous hush throughout the ornately furnished halls, a uniform conformity even when the other magic knights and squads were present. Undertones of pride, classism, and rank consistently permeated the palace in a dull roar like an unofficial decorum or a proverbial elephant in a room. Alas, the quietness in question was of the literal sense, where as hardly anyone was present. Being one of the newer magic knights it was hard to say if such lulls were common place once every blue moon, but even the Golden Dawn base itself was stricken with absence.
“Intriguing…” He uttered between his ears as he surveyed the elegant courtyard with his crimson irises, as if any further observation would route him to a different conclusion. Clinching his chin between his thumb and index finger the raven haired mage began to rack his brain for recall, wondering if he could remember talk of any specific missions or situations that might have garnered the vast majority of his squad. Moments passed and his efforts yielded him nothing of value or relevance, remaining stalled within his curiosity.
At the end of the day despite the genius of his talents and potential, he was a fifth class junior ranked magic knight, Golden Dawn or not. A rookie by all estimations with a very small basis inside the need to know. It was very possible that many of the higher ranking magic knights were conducting business beyond his pay grade, leaving him left in the wind. It would be easy to take such a thing personally but the Kikka native was no egotist, in fact, he understood the point of view. To this moment he was an unproven and untested commodity, a liability for all intensive purposes albeit with high expectations to eventually excel.
“If I am going to rid the Clover Kingdom of its plague of classism from the top rank, I cannot afford to get left behind.” He intoned with a furrow in his brow while freeing his grimoire from its holster.
“I’ll have to use this time wisely and train If I ever hope to catch up to him...” Diran added as his mind flashed to Arthurius Aurum, re-watching the moment his captain raised his hand in interest at the magic knight entrance exams. Reliving that moment with which he found his resolve, and where his most fervent goal was born.
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After a short yet motivated stride through the barracks Diran had marched his way to the Golden Dawn training grounds where his journey towards ten thousand hours of practice would begin. The environment before him was hardly different from the base’s courtyard, a field of articulately trimmed pastures and meticulously sculptured flora outlined with gemstone tiles that secured a squared permitter of a few hundred yards. The only real difference was the life size white marble statues that were sparsely populated throughout, sculpted to resemble default humanoids of non-specific features. A lavish representation of target dummies that roamed the perimeter of the training grounds aimlessly, clearly beholden to the power of some ongoing spell.
“I suppose I should work on this spell Alphonse taught me, although I’ll refuse to refer to is as assassin magic like he does so unapologetically, such nomenclature is nonessential.” He uttered with a shake of his head as mana poured into his grimoire, causing it to float unaided and flip magically to the necessary page. “Wraith Walk.” He called out as the illusory spell was cast, splitting an identical shadow image of himself from his body. With a mirroring nod Diran and his shadow image leapt forth, picking up speed as they maneuvered in unison throughout the training ground.
As they approached a cluster of the marble target dummies, the sculptures quickly reacted to their presence and gave them chase. Experimenting with the spell, Diran projected his shadow image in time both delayed and advanced, causing confusion and disarray amongst the effigies as their lumbering strikes passed through his shadow image inconsequentially. It seemed that the animated marble dummies had the means of sensing mana as well, adding to their confusion as the spell itself erased both he and his shadow images signatures, relegating them to their lying artificial eyes. Over time however the marble effigies proved to be more than just single minded golems as they began to slowly learn and pick up on Diran’s patterns.
Before long an effigy had shown the prowess of anticipation and landed a glancing blow to Diran’s right shoulder. The strike was hardly palpable enough to cause damage, but it did cause the raven haired mages focus to waver, causing his perfect shadow image to phase in and out as a result. It seemed his inexperience with the spell made it difficult for him to maintain while under duress, a definite weakness of his that needed to be addressed.
“I’ll need to devise a way to focus and keep the spell under control in order to sure this up. Better to figure it out here than in the heat of an actual battle, I suppose that’s the beauty of practice.” He intoned as he gritted his teeth, ignoring the beads of sweat that began to race down the sides of his face. His determination would take priority over his endurance, continuing on for hours with the spell until it proved to be blemish free.
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Countless hours of cat and mouse had passed as Diran found himself gripping his knees beneath a series of labored breaths. He had managed to remove himself beyond the perimeter of the gemstone tiles, a boundary that the marble effigies could not cross. Upon loosing their previous target beyond the scope of their allotted magic, the marble statues ceased their aggression and reverted abruptly to a mindless meander as if nothing had ever happened. He had to admit that the setup of the training grounds was rather genius. It allowed one to train for as long and as intently as they wished with comparable difficulty from the golem effigies as needed. Expecting anything less than exquisite from the Golden Dawn would have been for shame.
“I suppose that is enough evasion for one day, I shall now practice as the hunter.” He intoned after catching the last of his breath and stepping back into the pasture of effigies.“Blind Shadow Needle.” He called out as his dark purple grimoire infused with his mana, both floating and flipping to the necessary page in mid air without delay. After the implementation of the spell, at first glance, it would seem as though nothing had been cast or created. In the next moment a pair of effigies a few meters out would be rocked and staggered from what would appear to be an unseen force, their artificial bodies folding beneath points of impact as if they were being tagged by a combination of invisible punches.
The truth of the matter was that the spell itself was indeed indicative of its name. A small 4mm needle made completely of shadow magic was the culprit, its incredibly thin size making it extremely difficult to be perceived by normal visual conventions. What made it blind was its additional coating of illusion magic, making its mana signature undetectable by the effigies unfortunate enough to be effected. By all accounts the shadow needle was a near invisible conjuring that packed the punch of any junior level spell in spite of its stature. While the effigies were defenseless for the first few rounds their ability to adapt and learn reared its head once more. While there was no conventional pattern to the needles attacks, the effigies began to block and protect the main target areas of emphasis, managing to minimize damage in certain areas upon impact.
This mitigation of damage soon proved to take a toll on Diran’s control, causing him to focus his magic to an even finer point of precision in order to compensate. Considering the already thin dimensions of his needle, focusing his magic to sharpen it further would stretch the boundaries of his current ability. Dealing less damage to the constantly learning effigies meant keeping them at bay was becoming less effective. Soon the effigies were able to make pushes towards Diran in spite of the lessened damage from his needle, making his potential end-game seem bleak. “I’ve got to focus and sharpen the needle further in order effectively ram their defenses. I either surpass my limits now or end up being crushed by theses statues!” He exclaimed in thought as the provisions of the situation forced his hand towards imminent improvement. Diran’s focus upon the task would continue for hours until he could push each engaged golem flat on its back with only the power of his shadow needle alone.
Finding himself on the outskirts of the gem tiled permitter again was less than glamorous. In his mind he wanted to continue, to press forward and feed the competitive beast that compelled him, but luckily for him he was smarter than his nature. His body was completely used up, aching, soar, and cramped to hell. Physical endurance wasn’t his strong suit when it came to sustaining damage, but that facet of his abilities would be left to fix at a later date. His gut twisted with rage as his crimson irises shot from each marble effigy, feeling the pain of his body as he had to accept submission by the likes of simple minded golems. In all fairness, whatever spell these golems were bound by was incredibly strong, beyond his current comprehension by many leagues. It was unfair to compare himself, a rookie mage, to the spell of what he assumed could be the level of a captain. However his ideals had a theme of perfectionism, and it was not so much of a stretch for it to be reflected mildly within his personality.
Still unfortunately there was a stubbornness beholden to the comparison of his current self and the golem spell he could not out last. The exhaustion of his body had now forced him to his arse, leaving him barely able to sit with any semblance of proper posture as he folded his legs in a criss crossed fashion for support. Still breathing heavy he maintained the link of mana towards his grimoire, refusing not to have the final say in his own training session. “I have enough mana left for one more spell…” He uttered atop of a labored exhale of breath as the pages of his grimoire magically flipped once more. “Wraith Wandering.” He managed as a bright flash of dark purple light radiated from his spell book. During the brief visual display the face of a skeleton rose from the confines of the pages covered in a cloak designed of pure darkness. Upon full emergence the figure appeared as skeletal wraith ghost comprised completely of shadow magic save for its skeletal head and appendages.
The Wraith Wandering spell, unlike the other two, was in its essence non-combative but strictly a radar for mana signatures within a given area. It was a spell Diran could practice without having the use of his body, and without antagonizing the effigies. Like his Blind Shadow Needle spell the wraith would be virtually impossible for the golems to see, as to this point they had not demonstrated the capacity needed to see through his illusions. Closing his eyes, Diran could feel the line of communication between he and his wraith as it relayed the exact location of each golems mana signature over several meters. This spell unlike the others was a lot less difficult to grasp, especially since it was something that would normally be utilized outside of combative duress. What mattered with the Wraith Wandering spell more than anything was repetition, and so long as he could rest his body the raven haired mage could sustain the spell simultaneously as his mana recovered. Diran would practice this spell in multitude until his mana would eventually run out, leaving him to pass out gracefully on the sideline of the training grounds.