The Soul Labyrinth

–Name: Galahad Wiergils
–Race: Human (Animus-user)
–Age: 27
–Physical Appearance: Just under 6' tall, dark-brown hair always maintained in a short buzzcut, chestnut eyes, medium build with some muscle due to his travels, short but dextrous fingers, a scar from right temple to right eye.
–Souls He Wishes to Save: His younger brother and sister, Lance and Percy. Died during the Great Wyvern War when their encampment was overrun by human forces.
–Powers and Magic: Animus-user, meaning that he can enchant objects to do whatever he wants. The commands options are endless, but he can't enchant anything too large or small (micro). Enchantments can last for as long as he wants, but it takes energy to activate them. If he uses too much, he'll either faint, slip into a coma, or straight-up die.
–Weapons and Items: Always keeps his enchanted knitting needles on him, along with a crochet hook and a sewing kit (was a tailor before the war). Has an enchanted pistol named Grimoire, every time he spins the chamber a different effect is applied when he pulls the trigger. Effectively has infinite ammunition, but he has no idea what will happen when he fires. Effects last for 3 minutes.

Galahad had managed to slip away from the fortress for a few days, only leaving a note behind that said he would be back before they had to move out again. That was two weeks away, and he had already spent 4 of those traveling to find the Soul Labyrinth. He still blamed Yamatsukami for the deaths of his siblings, the fool had led the humans to their camp. It didn't matter whether it was an accident or not, he kicked both him and his family out of the rebellion out of rage. He would only ever even think about forgiving him if he could get Percy and Lance back, which is why he decided to venture into the fabled Soul Labyrinth. Many had tried before him, no one ever made it out alive. DId it work? He hadn't a fuckin' clue. The only thing that mattered was seeing his family alive and well. They were the only ones he really trusted and relied upon when they were excommunicated from the city of Mordaria, and he wasn't going to let some half-breed upstart lead his forces to their deaths like he did his siblings.

Can I join?

I will be joining also! ^v^

(Hold on, Phantoms? In a Labyrinth? This just like Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass!)

Galahad chose not to waste any time in getting to the end of this Labyrinth. He took out his crochet hook and spoke: "This crochet hook will guide me to the center of the Soul Labyrinth, floating a few feet in front of me at all times." There was a ringing noise like that of a handbell accompanied by a blue flash that emanated from the hook. The Animus-user stumbled, clutching his stomach as if he was just punched. He spent a few seconds catching his breath, and when he stood upright the crochet hook was floating at chest-level a few feet in front of him. He always felt satisfied whenever a spell worked in his favor, as it took a while to finally understand how important the wording is when using Animus. One time, many years ago, he had enchanted a feather duster to take care of all of the dust in his house. Seemingly harmless, until that feather duster nearly attacked a coal miner that had recently come in looking for a suit for his coworker's wedding. He was very lucky that he was able to lock it in a closet and that it only ever led with the soft end. Any knocking would have ruined him, for certain.

Galahad began to make his way through the Labyrinth, navigating its winding and similar-looking corridors with the use of his newfound compass.

Here's my character, because I have to:

(gasps Oh no!)

Here's my character, because I have to:

(The link’s not working!!! XD)

(It's Adara!)

May I join as well?

Ooh!

(Now, imagine Adara meeting an introvert.)

(Alright.)