vada
Junior Member
[ Closed RP between
vada
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JyoMonty
]
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name: Aricrace: demigod (son of Nyx)
age: 25
hair: black, shoulder length
eyes: silver
persona:
intj + scorpio + lawful neutral
brooding + lonely + determined + protective + strategic + reserved + resourceful + complex
abilities:
Being the son of Nyx, Aric has the ability to manipulate shadows. This power allows him to create constructs out of shadows, such as weapons or barriers, and move swiftly between shadows to evade enemies or travel quickly
history:
Aric was born into a world where the divine realm, Sanctum, was a place of harmony and light, governed by the benevolent Bright-hearts. As a demigod, he was the offspring of a union between a Bright-heart and a mortal, granting him unique abilities inherited from his divine parent, Nyx, the Greek goddess of the night. From a young age, Aric trained under the guidance of his mentor, a seasoned Bright-heart, learning to harness his powers to manipulate shadows.
However, tragedy struck when Aric's mentor fell in battle against the Vainities, the renegade gods who sought to exploit humanity for their own gain. The loss of his mentor left Aric adrift, his sense of purpose shattered. He wandered the Earth, disillusioned and haunted by the memories of his past failures.
It is during this aimless journey that Aric encounters a teenager with a rare and powerful ability to create, a power typically reserved for Bright-hearts. Seeing the potential in this young human, Aric feels a spark of hope reignite within him. He sees an opportunity to make amends for his past mistakes and to protect this individual from the looming threat of the Vainities.
age: 25
hair: black, shoulder length
eyes: silver
persona:
intj + scorpio + lawful neutral
brooding + lonely + determined + protective + strategic + reserved + resourceful + complex
abilities:
Being the son of Nyx, Aric has the ability to manipulate shadows. This power allows him to create constructs out of shadows, such as weapons or barriers, and move swiftly between shadows to evade enemies or travel quickly
history:
Aric was born into a world where the divine realm, Sanctum, was a place of harmony and light, governed by the benevolent Bright-hearts. As a demigod, he was the offspring of a union between a Bright-heart and a mortal, granting him unique abilities inherited from his divine parent, Nyx, the Greek goddess of the night. From a young age, Aric trained under the guidance of his mentor, a seasoned Bright-heart, learning to harness his powers to manipulate shadows.
However, tragedy struck when Aric's mentor fell in battle against the Vainities, the renegade gods who sought to exploit humanity for their own gain. The loss of his mentor left Aric adrift, his sense of purpose shattered. He wandered the Earth, disillusioned and haunted by the memories of his past failures.
It is during this aimless journey that Aric encounters a teenager with a rare and powerful ability to create, a power typically reserved for Bright-hearts. Seeing the potential in this young human, Aric feels a spark of hope reignite within him. He sees an opportunity to make amends for his past mistakes and to protect this individual from the looming threat of the Vainities.
The city was a labyrinth of shadows, its towering buildings casting long, darkened alleys that twisted and turned like serpents in the night. Aric, cloaked in the darkness, moved with silent purpose, his eyes scanning the dimly lit streets with a sense of weary vigilance.
As he walked, the echoes of his footsteps reverberated off the concrete walls, a lonely cadence in the stillness of the night. Memories of Sanctum, his lost mentor, and the war with the Vainities haunted his every step, weighing heavy on his heart.
Suddenly, a faint sound caught Aric's attention - a muffled cry, barely audible over the distant hum of the city. Intrigued, he followed the sound, his instincts guiding him towards a narrow alley bathed in darkness.
As he approached, the scene unfolded before him - a group of hooded figures surrounded a lone figure, backed against a wall, fear evident in their wide eyes. Without hesitation, Aric stepped into the alley, his presence shrouded in shadows.
"Leave them alone," Aric's voice was low and commanding, cutting through the tense silence. The hooded figures turned, startled by his sudden appearance, but their surprise quickly turned to malice as they recognized the demigod standing before them.
"Who's this?" one of the figures sneered, stepping forward with a menacing glare. "Another Bright-heart come to protect the weak?"
Aric's gaze was steely as he faced the group, his hand instinctively reaching for the shadows at his command. "I am no Bright-heart," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. "But I will not stand idly by while you prey on the innocent."
With a swift motion, Aric summoned the shadows to his side, shaping them into a blade that gleamed with an otherworldly light. The hooded figures hesitated, unsure of their next move as they faced the formidable demigod before them.