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.
All content relative to the site belongs to its original creators.
Black Clover was produced by Shonen Jump, Viz Freak and created by Yūki Tabata.
BCRP does not claim to own any canon material relative to the Black Clover Manga or production.
The skin and templates were created by Nova for use of BLACK CLOVER RP and this board only.
Images used were made by various artists.
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
The Messiah wasn’t one to preach openly, mainly because of how dominant the Church of Clover seemed to be. However, in the rare moments where she found herself to be in a place where the Church wasn’t as overwhelming, she had no shame in trying to spread the word of God as she understood it to be.
“And your soul can be cleansed, saved - happy and pure!” she declared, as she held a Bible in one hand and her other hand was outstretched to the crowds in the plaza of this modest town. A couple of people had gathered around her to listen to what she was saying, a few others just ignored her and continued on their way.
“Through the wisdom of the Lord almighty, you too can know the truth. What is right and what is wrong. No longer do you need to be at the mercy of the Elemental Spirits and their… whimsical, imperfect personalities. No longer! Because I am here to share with you the truth - that there exists a higher, <b>perfect</b> and <b><i>loving</i></b> being that has the answers.” the Messiah declared, pointing to the sky and then to her book.
“Yes indeed! In this book, since time immemorial, it has been a record of the tales of heroes past, heroes who have achieved enlightenment and peace through the teachings and wisdom of prophets and seers across the ages.” she added. “And all of that wisdom points to one truth!”
“That of the Supreme Spirit! The one and only true God!”
She had no shame to point out the philosophical flaws of the Church of Clover here. Normally, she would keep this all to herself and just silently preach these weaknesses to those she trusted in the safety of the walls of her cult’s chapels.
Connor was not one above self promotion or it's temptations. The particular afternoon that brought him to the commotion in town today had been an ironic scepticism, not of his own volition he saw the birds circling from a distance. Winding his way slowly to the consecrated cobblestones where the old ladies would usually decompose and offer bread to the vagrant fowl, he saw quite the different figure on the daily soap box. His first impression was something akin to the stars having shifted slightly and had only just now been noticed, not unlike a perceptible shift in the heavens during a fifteen minute reprieve of introspection. He purchased a bowl of soup with diced fish floating around in the broth from a nearby merchant who was trying with shaded eyes not to notice the woman. Which was, as Connor discerned, the most appropriate way to regard her. The fish was spiced with tarragon and was palatably tender, yet when Connor noticed the diligence with which the chef was using to fillet the poor exotic marine life, he could not help but reconsider the act of not looking at this woman. Biting his thumb at the man who had all but taken his livelihood he hung a delicate fish bone on the side of the wooden bowl and left it to be collected by a furore of onlookers who had all but also considered choking on the same meal. Thinking mostly for himself and regarding her with contrition, Connor ventured being ignorant of the difference between the Church of Clover and that of this particular secular woman. If not just for the experience, he surely had a good reason to venture into the unknown fathoms of a greater being's scope or frame of mind. Using a nearby citizen as a prop for introduction was almost impossible, those that weren't regarding her with reverence were not humbly heeding their fear and were offering their own advice to nearby onlookers. Far be it for Connor to not have his own idea of faith, he remembered often turning a corner and praying not to see one or two individuals and being blessed to have walked an alternative route at a fortuitous time, how ever, this day he was looking for the stars that were out of position to allow such a woman to be on his path. Not having found any such inadequacies in the heavens prior to this evening or on this particular day, the sunshine seemed to have been emanating ominously and endothermically from an unfamiliar source. His blood ran cold and his own pale complexion seemed sable in comparison, had he known a free life before laying eyes on this woman? Perhaps, but he could not recall it when she spoke with such fervour that even Connor second-guessed the materiality of the rare and fleeting solace that he had once perceived to be an established notion of things being 'okay'. A beating in his chest was accompanied by a fluttering in his stomach and having missed just a moment of what seemed like a sermon rather than a lone woman preaching her faith to the great unwashed, Connor had almost baptised the closest individual with what was left of the broiling broth in his bowl when a stranger interjected that she should be in church or at home. Connor looked at the man and levelly spoke with the intelligence of someone who is at least aware of their ignorance, and having some questions of his own that needed answering he walked the pious road and enjoyed the high ground. "What makes you think she shouldn't be in the castle wearing the crown? "
Either blinded by the heresy or the right thumb he was pressing his button nose with, this stranger was abhorrent enough to turn his thumbed nose skyward and spit on the ground. The commoner was brazenly attempting to confound those that were enamoured by her piety, and if not attracted by the proximity of her infallible cadence; being not unlike the moon reflecting the solar rays, Connor had been offended on her behalf when the man had answered him with silence and an ingratiating pantomime of the working class man who would no doubt think uncouth or troubling imaginings of his daughter, sister or wife had she been doing the same thing. Having been diligent today enough to afford the luxury of not correcting this man's slothful manners he resigned to learn from the error by at least appearing to not be considering the colour of her eyes, having been a shade darker than his own had been prior to this enlightening encounter. Connor approached the woman with naught but a book of his own and began to leaf through the pages idly before picking a certain verse he had been unable to read for the longest of times. It read simply, " My name is... ~" in the past Connor had known how to fill this line instinctually but now he had seen nothing but an empty space with an unfamiliar and constant digression on many similitudes that defined others rather than himself. Pausing only to consider what he would say rather than adding to the growing appendix of adjectives, he branded the page with a strike of his nail which still harboured the ash of a burnt pine branch with a less than stylish flourish that indicated in a foreign language. "Silence." Speaking with little confidence as it was not in his nature to initiate in a conversation with a stranger; his desire to rather than interrupt someone that was speaking than to wait for their gaze to shift over him, would hopefully allow him to appear engaged in what was being said and would wait patiently to be acknowledged by the eyes of a woman he could not help but meekly praise.
The Messiah continued to preach as she could, trying to convince and make a good point of what she was saying to those around her, until she realized that there was a certain pale-faced young man paying attention to what she was saying. Figuring that, like a magician who took a volunteer from the audience, it would be good to have some interaction with a person here in order to further make a compelling presentation to those around her, she decided to approach him. Pretty brazenly, she walked over to where he was and she put a hand on his shoulder, and showed him her honestly friendly face, hoping that he wouldn’t be too scared or put off by what she was doing now.
“So, young lad.” she started off with a soft chuckle. “What are the things that worry you? What troubles your heart in particular? Feel free to be vague or not specific, it’s alright.”
She would continue with how the Supreme Spirit could help him with his troubles, but before that, she would need to know what those troubles actually were.
He had also dabbed a gravy laden forefinger over the book and finished drinking a glass of water quickly. It was not unlike a fresh breath of air; daily hygiene, of a confidence given by habitual dental practices. This was not his breath in his mouth and Connor found he could not breath let alone having started croaking like a frog. Hiding what may have been a stifled bark that was out of key It may have been a hymn of faith that was on the tip of his tongue but his palate fumbled when she pulled him out of a hat that was not there.
His newspaper and the ten or so people whose deaths were not necessary; that he knew, weighed on his mind and the most recent military intonations on trees not repurposed for making weapons and palisades, had°been made into instruments, bowls, spoons and the most recent eddition of this fancy napkin he was now wiping his hands on. The rustling was dreadful when he concealed just about as much lunch that one would need to feed a hundred starving for a day in a far away land in a cardboard box that he would have for lunch tomorrow at home. The calamari was particularly tender however and after having walked from town to town and had found the freshest fish had not come from this town's merchants, he only had a lemon wedge he scavenged from his neighbour's yard. Having hung low enough to fall into his pocket he noted in a space beside the cross-word that he had nearly sang a prayer or two in any octave he needed to not appear foolish enough to allude to the enlistment process. Not appearing conscripted, Connor would not hesitate to volunteer how his actions may have earnt his family a more humble and safer land in the less than noble lands of his superiors in the form of a donation to the right sponsor.
Connor did not come by the money that was in his pocket without tax and times of distrees he experienced during the exodus from the nobler regions, his father had passed away and the inheritance that his father had given him gave him the ability to consider being confident enough himself to sacrifice what he must to travel safely. The charity did no more harm than good as was the charity that is not subtle when her arm struck his shoulder and he did not explode into flames immediately, his suspicion was that perhaps if not redeemable, her deeds may be blessings in disguise and may be the words of exceptional initiative rare in commoners. If fervour were not the odd constraints of concentration he felt this close to meeting her gaze around her cheekbones, he could not directly discern the gregarious nature by which this zealous individual would find sanctuary in the streets when the King's death was fresh on their lips yet months before.
The magic exams were on the minds and hearts of many, and least of his concerns,years and ages past he had been an unnecessary face in a distinct crowd in the Winter Gala and it had been a humbling experience to see some of the current captains having been junior magic knights. This person was not unafraid of human contact and fearless when showing the mercy of restraint and if not the limitations of healthy skepticism when others excercised a reserved fear. Thinking to himself clairvoyance is not her foray but rather just what is volunteered rather than what is presumed. Youth was numbered many of her gifts and it was certainly hard to believe a red hand had not been placed upon his shoulder. If not a black hand shading the pavement stretching across and almost having an appreciable weight asking civilly for what was in his mouth or pocket at the time. "My whims are greed and doubt and for some reason I hold beauty and possessions so true." His clothes were not quite gaudy but seemed tangible enough to offer no resistance against magic of any form. This was not the offense he could even boast to offer when an adult woman approached him and layed a hand upon him as if he were an old friend. This familiarity was not contemptuous but it did make him paler in the face and his eyes were a little darker when his pupils where positioned for her to eclipse the sun's gaze and his own. He dropped his gaze to her feet and looked at his own shoes which had been lasting a life time. Looking at them now like they were dancing ladies, Connor was sure that his shoes seemed to untie themselves at inconspicuous times and this was not one of them but he decided to kneel all the same and tighten the loops that held them on his feet.