Fantasy A Gift Hidden By A Mask CS

[Yum3ko]

Hello everyone! Down below is a character sheet form to be filled out but take as much time as you need to complete it though as i'm not in a rush and want to make sure everyone's happy with the outcome, be as creative as you like and go wild!

Name (and nickname if they have one):

Gender:

Age:

Mask They Poses (If They Have One):

Face claim (may use an picture you desire):

Personality:

Backstory:

Any Extra details:
(like talents they have as a person, birthmarks/battle scars, fears, allergies)
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Note: I don't have much limits on a character but please refrain from anything too sexual for a characters personality and what not or anything to do with self-harm and rape as I don't want it to affect anyone personally/open up old wounds but other than that go wild. You are also able to go back later on down the track and edit your characters info if you want too.

 

[Yum3ko]

Name (and nickname if they have one): Ivy Jackson

Gender: Female

Age: 19 (when she found the mask but is realistically 378)

Mask They Poses (If They Have One): God Of Death Mask

Face claim (may use an picture you desire):

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Personality:
Serious, quiet and stubborn. Those are all words that could be used to describe her personality towards others, she can sometimes come off as a bit classy or snobby but doesn't try and mean too, but once she's been pushed enough she'll snap and become cunning, tormenting and even sadistic just to get her way with others. She's not a fan of large crowds or being underestimated, finding people surrounding her to be irritating and obnoxious. But has a liking for anatomy; the study of the human body since a very young age, using her immortality to an advantage when studying both herself and others to gain more knowledge on the topic even though it does seem useless at times. But once she has found you trust worthy she'll do everything in her power to keep you safe, even if she shows you tough love.

However, when her mask is drawn from her a blood lust begins to take over her, a sadistic and insane look covering her face as she will begin to do anything to retrieve her mask that was stolen including taking another's life from them with no guilt or mercy. Even though when in public she'll remove it from her face she'll still have it in the small bag she carries around filled with her note book and musical box, but she can only go so long without having the mask over her face.

Backstory:
Growing up in an orphanage since the age of 5 after her parents were found dead she hadn't received much love as a child due to not only the colour of her eyes but the interests she had. Instead of playing with dolls or outside in the warm summer days she had kept herself inside, finding whatever books she could about the human body, finding every part of it interesting, defying the staff at the orphanage and often snapping at the other kids she had grown up hating the people around her, realising that they were all horrible people, dis-including herself from everyone else.
But at the age of 16, she had escaped from the orphanage with only her notes, hiding away in the small forest nearby till. But as she wondered deeper that's where she had found the mask half buried into the ground by an old oak tree.

Feeling drawn to such a beautiful thing she had found herself wearing it and soon not being able to take it off, but as the days had gone by she had learned that she hadn't gone that far from the orphanage where she had been found and taken back but in doing so having her mask taken from her and stored with the staff members. But as the hours had gone by she had felt a longing to have the mask shielding her face grow and become larger, but holding everything back until she had found herself being tormented by the regular group of kids which had finally caused her to snap, gaining a blade made from a black metal as she had pierced it right through the stomach of one of the kids. Her rage and longing only became larger as they had attempted to stop her but her blade had pierced more of them as she made her way to her mask, finally upon reaching she had taken it and only began to run away, further and further. Later down the road she had began to stumble upon the different abilities she could posses including her immortality.


Any Extra details (like talents they have as a person, birthmarks/battle scars, fears, allergies):
-She is able to see better than others in the dark
-Born with Myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy, which increases her muscle strength in her bones
-Owns a music box that belonged to her mother
-Has a small tattoo of a bleeding skull on her left wrist as well as a few scars on her body close to her joints and on some fingers
-Shows more of her sadistic side when it comes to fighting others or when she's pissed off
-Is obsessed with human anatomy

Here's mine, now it's your turn! (Although please don't feel rushed)
cloudyskies RoninN7 Marmalade Skye Damafaud dragonsfire Blackrose7

 

[cloudyskies]

Name: Guthrie Mailloux
Pronunciation: Goh-three May-yu

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Mask They Possess: God of Air Mask

Face claim:



Personality: In a group, he's quiet, and doesn't tend to speak unless he has something extremely important to say, or he's spoken to. He tends to keep to himself and very rarely voices his opinion. In a conversation, he listens more than speaks. He's introverted, and prefers to spend time alone. At times, he has trouble expressing himself through words.

Backstory:
Guthrie was an orphan, and taken in by an adoptive family. Having attended a regular public school even though he's blind, by his parent's insistence, he was a social outcast. The first and only person to approach him he formed a close friendship with. Until, only a few years ago, they disappeared without notice—Guthrie, even though he was one of the few to know what really happened to them—about them passing away, and how—refuses to ever discuss it. Instead, he searches for reason and answers—when he discovers the mask in [the friend's] old house, all hope seems to be brought back into finding a "why". Now not only is he searching for the reason of their death, but why they kept the mask and where they found it—and why it was supposedly never worn.

Any Extra details:

-Blind.

-5'8"

-Occasionally studies the afterlife and psychology.

-Despite the handicap, he manages to write Shortstories, of which have never been published, and he doesn't mention too often.

-He's behind in discovering the mask, so he's only realistically had it for a few years, and as such he hasn't realized the granted immortality or the extent of what abilities come with it.

 

[RoninN7]

Name (and nickname if they have one):
Sofia "Djet" Archer

Gender:
Female

Age:
136 (Looks about 23)

Mask They Poses:

Spoiler: Mask of Fire

(Looks identical to this one, only the golden parts of the mask change color between red/orange, royal blue, and white depending on the amount of power which Sofia is exerting, which affects the color of her fire). The mask is also lightly singed around the eye where Sofia hit it with her white flame.

Face claim:

Spoiler: Sofia

She stands at roughly 5'8".

Personality:
Sofia is a fairly straightforward girl who likes to say what's on her mind, often at the expense of the people around her. She tends to get bored easily and always jumps at the opportunity to do things she's never done before for the sake of entertaining herself. Most of the time, Sofia has kept to herself so she has some trouble talking to people. Regardless of her awkwardness, Sofia likes to talk a lot and tends to slowly feel herself getting anxious if there isn't a constant source of noise around her. Whenever Sofia is away from her mask, she tends to hear voices which her subconscious created to keep her from getting too anxious, even to the point where she might start having conversations with these voices that no one else can hear. Not only that but Sofia also has a hard time with her anger management, particularly when she's been away from her mask for a while, and can find herself getting angry at objects and people seemingly without any provocation, and she can get obsessive over other possessions of hers. Sofia seems to stabilize whenever her mask is on her person or whenever she's wearing it, and all of her more problematic qualities seem to tone down immensely. When it comes to loyalty, Sofia hasn't had a real friend in over eight decades so she has a hard time trusting people and tends to close herself off to others. That said, the few people who have earned her friendship found her to be incredibly loyal, and a valuable ally to have.

Backstory:
Sofia used to live in a wealthy home with her parents and was an only child. She never lacked anything she could ever want or need, but she was alone a lot of the time. Her parents were highly selective and elitist and wouldn't allow her to associate with most people her age, which caused her to grow up somewhat secluded and socially awkward. On her 18th birthday, Sofia was given a hefty allowance by her parents to just travel the world and enjoy herself, which she took full advantage of. It was during this trip where she met Michael, who became a great friend and eventual lover of hers. Together they explored vast jungles and barren deserts, and they even had plans of getting married. About two years into Sofia's travels with Michael, while making their way through a powerful blizzard, she strayed off the path and got lost. She found herself looking for shelter, but stumbled upon a scorched patch of ground with a strange mask in it. She decided the heat would be good for her so she huddled up in this hole and put on the mask, hoping it would warm her up. Sofia then found herself very warm despite the raging blizzard. She was lost for days, which she spent trying to find Michael and slowly discovering some of her new abilities. After she found him she refused to discuss the mask and what it brought her, but she had developed an obsession with it.

Months before their wedding, Michael accidentally threw out the mask, sending her into a fit of rage where she accidentally burned his arm. After this, she ran off and never saw him again as she searched for the mask for weeks. After finding it her mental state recovered and Sofia was back out in the world, exploring new places and meeting new people. This was when she met Natalie and they fell in love, much like what had happened with Michael. They spent 16 years together until Sofia began to notice that Natalie was aging but she wasn't, which deeply troubled both of them. Eventually, Sofia ran off again, afraid of having to watch Natalie grow old and die while she remained the same. She returned home and stayed with her parents for 20 years until they eventually died around the time Sofia turned 60. After beginning to realize that she might be immortal, she spent the next couple of decades trying to find a way to die, rejecting her newfound life. During this process, due to the extreme emotions she was feeling, Sofia found that she could access stronger flames (blue) and use these in a more limited capacity than regular fire. She also discovered godly fire (white) when she finally snapped and unleashed all her power in a fit of rage, singing a small part of her mask. Sofia has only been able to use this white fire (which is much more limited than both blue and regular fire) four times since that moment. After realizing she would probably never find a way to die, Sofia accepted what she was and decided to move from place to place alone, hoping to find new and exciting things to do with her now endless time.

Any Extra details:
-Sofia earned the nickname "Djet" after saving a town from about 200 abusive soldiers, with the locals seeing her darker skin and powerful fire and believing she was the Egyptian snake goddess Wadjet, which slowly spread and now follows her wherever she goes
-She has the words "silent flame" tattooed on her right forearm in Latin (tacet flamma), a tribal fire pattern on her right shoulder, a flower on the side of her left thigh, and a small phoenix on the back of her neck which she covers with her hair
-Sofia has three scars on her back from when she'd fallen down a hill during her travels (before finding the mask)
-Sofia's eyes are a reddish color normally, but when she uses her powers her pupils become a glowing red/blue/white (depending on how much power/which colored flame she's using)​

 

[Marmalade Skye]

Name (and nickname if they have one):
Yvette Segal, Evie to some

Gender: Female

Age: 210, looks 18

Mask They Poses (If They Have One):
(Sorry I’m not the best illustrator. The mask is a decorated skull with a hollowed interior)

Face claim (may use an picture you desire):

Personality:
Yvette rarely acts like she takes things seriously. She will try to avoid responsibility and any sort of confrontations for as long as possible. She tries to make others happy while distracting herself. On the other hand, she can get a bit self destructive by indulging her impulses a little too much.
On the other side, she cares deeply for people she meets and tends to push them away because she realized what it’s like to watch others grow old and leave her while she remains the same. When Yvette is angry or just thoroughly upset, she is cold and ruthless. Triggers tend to be people she cares about getting attacked or protecting other living things.

Backstory:
Yvette grew up in a normal household. She had a couple younger brothers and both parents cared for everyone deeply. They weren’t wealthy so simple things like medical care and food was sometimes harder to get. Yvette was born with an illness that weakened the muscles in her heart and attacked her nerves, and though she could do most normal things her brothers did until around the age 17, she spent next year almost constantly bedridden. She knew she wouldn’t live long and saw how her family suffered because of the financial strain she put on them, and decided the best thing she could do for them is leave. She left on foot on a good day and didn’t get too far before she needed to rest, taking shelter in deep woods where she wouldn’t be found. The deer skull sat in the nook of a tree, with red ribbon ornament and a hollowed interior like a mask. Out of curiosity, she put it on.
During her travels away from home, she realized that her illness was not progressing, however her bodily state remained as it was. The mask gave her power beyond her limited body functions, however, and she quickly became addicted to it.
She found her way into a group of thieves after years of living on her own, and provided them with her power in exchange for food and shelter. She could feel tremors on root floors outdoors and command growth of foliage, giving shelter and an accurate lookout. Her new friends saw that the mask was the source of her power, and stole it in the night as to cut Yvette out. When she awoke that morning to find that the thieves left base and stole the mask, she sought them out through her abilities and engulfed their camp in vines finding each warm body and taking root. She then realized she could control it from a remote location, making things easier on a weakened physique.
Since then she has travelled, making a few connections once and a while but none close enough to watch die or betray her.
Any Extra details:
Stands at 5’2
A little gay
Has Myotonic dystrophy which stopped progressing when she found her mask.
Has flowers and vines tattooed throughout her body.
She speaks a few different languages but who wouldn’t after so long? Though she does speak with a mixed accent
Is unsurprisingly into botany, zoology, and ecology.
Recently learned she can heal by accelerating properties of medicinal plants. Still sucks at fighting though

 

[Blackrose7]

Name: Mira "Aqua" Lakis

Gender: Female

Age: 17 ( She is actually 199 )

Mask They Poses:

Spoiler: Mask of the Sea

Face claim:

Personality:
Drip, drip, drip, drop. Here comes the lonely girl, who tears pour down like a waterfall. She cries every single day in hopes of someone who will respect her for who she is and to be her friend. But all they do is ignore her like a ghost. Quiet, unnoticeable, and useless to those who have seen her in person. They have all treated her like she was some kind of freak for being true to herself, and not even her family have any respect for her. Despite being kind to her family, they have given no attention to her. All of the attention and praising goes to her older brother: Liam, who constantly comes into her room without any warnings. He then takes something that may look important to Mira from her room, and destroys it when she isn’t around. This leaves the poor girl crying once she ends up finding out when her brother has done to her precious item.
When Mira is away from her mask for too long, she will start to see people as demons, who want to destroy her precious mask. This will cause Mira to start crying from that and she will also go insane. She will then get rid of anybody that is in her way by using her water abilities in order to get the mask back.
However, before that ends up happening. Mira will hear a voice singing in her head, for this is her subconscious trying to protect her from being crazy from all of the negative voices.

Backstory:
It was a rainy day when Mira was born into a poor family, who wanted to use their kids to get out from their poverty. Although, they were only in this mess, to begin with, because of their poor spending habits on useless stuff. They spend their money on delicious food and drinks, and they didn’t think twice about the consequences they would bring to their children. As they kept doing that, her mother ended up wanting a baby, so they ended up doing that in order to get her older brother: Liam. However, that was a big mistake for them, because they weren’t able to pay for their bills. They have lost everything from their house to most of the things they didn’t need to worry about like food, clean water, and clothes.
It forced them to live in a rundown house, and they had to take care of baby Liam with the limited resources they have.

As Liam was getting older, and Mira's parents were trying to stop their poor spending habits. Mira’s mother wanted to get another baby, so they can leech off their kids’ money when they were older. However, her father was against that idea, since they didn't have the money for another kid.
Her mom convinced her father to get Mira to be born somehow, and everything went to hell from there.
Why did Mira’s life go to hell? Well, you see, her parents expected their kids to be smart in their public school. For they thought that if they made Liam and Mira do that. They can get a well-paying job to get them out from poverty when they are an adult. That part was true for Liam, since he was a smart kid in his class. But it wasn’t true for Mira, as she has a learning disability in her class. She kinda had a hard time trying to keep up with her classmates when she had her math class, so when her parents found out about that. They immediately neglected her for being a stupid child.

Liam would get all the attention and praise from their parents while they treated Mira like trash. They gave a bit more food and water to Liam, and barely enough food and water for Mira to survive. Heck, they don’t even try to stop Liam’s horrible behavior towards his sister when he breaks something important to Mira behind her back.
Not even the people in her hometown are any better, for they have avoided her like the plague because of her parent’s lies. When Mira tries to make some friends. One of her parents will push her away while the other one will make up a lie about Mira like she is a murderer or etc. Those kids would believe them, and stop being Mira’s friends.
Some of them even started to bully Mira, thanks to those lies, and would say more horrible things about her like she is useless and that she should die. That would end up causing Mira to cry in her room when she goes home, so she can try to calm herself down. This behavior had continued on in Mira’s life until something went horribly wrong.

Mira was walking on the sidewalk by herself again, since she needed to go home after school was over. However, she ended up running into her bullies on the way home. One of them had a baseball bat with them, and they hit her on the head with it. They then tie a rope on her left leg, and threw her unconscious body into a lake so she can die.
By the time, Mira regains her conscious, she was at the bottom of the lake. She tried to free herself from drowning, but they tied the other end of the rope to a brick. Seeing that there was no way for Mira to get to the top of the lake. She accepted her fate, and looked around at the bottom of the lake with her blurry eyes before she drowns.

Despite this happening to Mira, fate has a different plan for her. As Mira was closing her eyes in the water, she noticed that something was sticking out of the sand. She did her best to get the thing that was sticking out of the sand with the last of her strength, and saw that it was a mask. Mira thought that the mask looked pretty, and she wanted to die while wearing it in the lake. But upon putting the mask on her face, something about her had changed. The first thing that Mira had noticed when she put the mask on her face was that she was breathing underwater now. This has given Mira a new found hope in her life, for she had no control of what was happening to her in her life. She tried to untie the rope on her leg again, thanks to her gift from the mask. But because of how good those bullies had tied the knot on her leg, it was tricky to untie it. Mira thought of how she can free herself from the rope for a while. But in the end, she was able to make water jet by putting pressure on the water with her hands. It did a clean cut on the rope, and it set her free.
During the time Mira has been struggling to free herself from drowning in the lake. It was night time for everybody else. She walked back home while wearing her wet clothes, since nobody cared about her wellbeing.

Mira made it back to her house, but things went bad when it was the next day. You see her parents were secretly happy by Mira's death, as it would be one less mouth for them to feed and for them to give water to. Liam never liked Mira, because he saw her as a useless crybaby.
So when they found out that Mira wasn’t dead, they immediately turned on their entitled family mode. Her mom was yelling at Mira, for not being dead. Her dad slapped her on the face for the same reason as her mom, and her brother: Liam… No.
We should call him Demon Liam, because he stole Mira's mask while her parents were distracting her. As he wanted to see her cry from all of this abuse. This has finally made Mira snapped, since she wasn’t going to take any more of this behavior towards her any longer. “You demons have finally done it, but now it is time to end this,” said Insane Mira. She used the water in the air to blast both of her horrible parents into the wall so they can fear her. She then went after her brother to get her mask back. Liam was going to destroy the mask by using a hammer and scissors. However, due to him being near the lake that Mira nearly drowned at. She had an easy time dealing with bratty Liam by using her water abilities to put some water over his head. “...I bet you want me to stop doing this to you, Liam. But I will not stop until you give me back what is mine.” said Insane Mira. Liam gave the mask back to her, and Mira put it on her face so she can calm down. She stops using her power on her brother, and then dragged him back to their house. Mira took off her mask in order for her to intimidate them with her insane side. She then forced her family to treat her like a princess or she will throw them around like a rag doll by controlling the water in their bodies.

Mira has been treating her family like trash until the day they have died. But it was so worth in the end, for they had it coming to them. She ended up getting a well-paying job in the city, as a way to punish her family for doubting her.

Any Extra details:
She can breathe underwater, and has water powers.
5'3"
Is overprotective of her stuff.
Suck at math
Mira is pretty good at painting pictures, and writing a story.
Gave herself the nickname Aqua, and use that name for her paintings and books.

 

[dragonsfire]

Name (and nickname if they have one):
Raoul Navallure

Gender:
Male

Age:
19 (Approaching 227 years)

Mask They Possess:
Mask of Animals and Hunting

Face claim:

Personality:
Raoul

watchful yet impulsive, often ignoring his better judgment for the sake of adrenaline and thrill, something he has recently begun to value after hundreds of years of immortality. He finds the active life of animals astounding and often finds himself immersed in their habitats for months, causing his views and time spent in civilization to be limited. This often causes him great confusion and excitement when he finds out about new innovations in kingdoms and cities. Around others, Raoul tends to be distanced, growing to see people as fragile and risky to get close to, and rarely seeking out friendship.
Raoul often wears his mask loosely at his hip, letting it dangle and be shown, holding little regard for the eyes it may attract, despite this Raoul definitely prefers blending into a crowd, and is extremely uncomfortable being followed by someone he's never introduced himself to. The removal of the mask causes his mind to slowly break down, losing awareness of his surroundings, reasoning, and the ability to communicate until the mask is in sight again, Raoul would be quick to take the life of anyone who was standing near him or looked like they were hiding something until it was retrieved.

Backstory:
Raoul’s early life was spent on the outskirts of many different towns and cities, running around wildly among roof building and sewers and causing mischief wherever he went. Son of a talented apothecary, traveling across the world to give relief to the ill, Raoul found greater comfort in the environment they would set themselves up in while camping, crawling alongside turtles, feeding any squirrel brave enough to approach, and stalking bobcats emersed in the thrill of the hunt. His father, however, was eventually enlisted by a cruel noble and after failing to treat a disease that should have been easy to cure, gaining a bounty on not only himself but his family.
Because of this, the dynamic of Raoul's life had completely changed, what was once comfortable and accessible became desired and unobtainable, and the forest and mountains he would once spend hours playing around in became a place to hide from those seeking fortune. And while of course, the noble's reach could only extend but so far, the experience left a permanent impact on his father's mind, paranoia crept in at every corner, his old profession became an obsession and the child who once was a bright light in his mind was another monster ready to betray him. Eventually, Raoul distanced himself, coming back weekly, monthly, and then yearly to check up on the man who was once a pillar of his life. Dealing with numerous attempts on his head, Raoul eventually ended up hiding in a tree, as he slid down he found a mask nestled between two branches serving as the base of a nest for a bird.



Any Extra details:
His accuracy and senses are sharpened.
He has a countless amount of scars, scrapes, and cuts that were obtained shortly before finding the mask.
Very limited knowledge of medicine, often gathering ingredients for his father.​

 

[Yunn]

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nicknames // ludius // bastard
Gender // male

Age // looks twenty one but he believes he's in his fifties, he lost count

Mask They Posess // destruction

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[/div][/div] [div class=3box][div class=picture] [div class=clickhere] go forward[/div] [div class=goback]go back[/div][/div] [/div] [div class=3box] [div class=textbox2] [div class=tabs] [div class=tab]person[/div] [div class=tab]story[/div] [div class=tab]extra[/div] [/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent1"][div class=content][div class=contentscroll] old habits die hard. but a natural born and raised cocky and condescending brat will probably never change, especially when he's always on the winning end.

growing up he was fed with countless praise boosting his ego. at a positive look, he's filled with pride and self-confidence of a leader, but when it comes down to it he's pretty much a typical narcissist.

with that, he's usually has a smug, condescending look on his face and constantly looks down on others. he enjoys running off his foul mouth and taking the opportunity to kick others when they are at their lowest treating them like small pebbles on the road.

lately, he finds himself easily frustrated. as he feels like no one can meet his standards.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent2" style="display:none"] [div class=content][div class=contentscroll] originally he had been the first son of the ludiger family. a family with deep ties within a smaller country allied with Odra. with his father being the prime minister of odra he was shouldered with high expectations since birth.

luckily, he was bright. being intelligent and above his peers, he earned the approval of his father which had allowed ludius with some control over his life.

despite his gradually overbearing attitude towards others no one ever stopped him from doing so. after all with his status within the country probably only the king could take him down a notch. after all, there had been long talks of him being a marriage partner for the princess. as long as he was exceptional his father turned a blind eye towards ludius's pride.

if life turned out the way he expected he would've been married to the princess years ago and inherited the position of prime minister. however, the day of the engagement a box was received from an unknown sender.

at the moment he was currently in one of the castle's lobbies accompanying the princess with several attendants in the room. thinking nothing of it he let a servant open the box to find a mask. overcome with an unknown desire he immediately shoved the servant away and snatched the mask.

what happened afterward is a story everyone knew. putting on the mask he had become mad. by the time the royal guards have arrived at the scene he had already incapacitated all those within the room and had left the princess in a coma. when he came to he had found himself having a big bounty on his head and quickly snuck out to other countries.

during the first couple of years, he remained low. but after a decade with no leads the commotion had died down significantly. along with the fact many believed he would've aged by now, he was able to walk the streets more peacefully with his youthful appearance.
[/div][/div] [/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent3" style="display:none"] [div class=content][div class=contentscroll] his body has become more durable and heals progressively faster than the norm.

he's really conflicted in putting on his mask. he believes as a person of class he should do things rationally, and with logic. however, whenever he puts on the mask he loses all rationale and becomes mad. the fact he loses control of himself scares him but he can't help but become addicted to the power as with it he can get all he desires.

ludius is an alias as he still has a bounty on his name.

has a hobby of playing chess by himself

has countless scars on his back
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[Jabu]

Name:
Jovan Wessex

Gender:
Male

Age:
27

Mask They Poses:

None. Jovan is searching for the mask wearers.


Face claim:




Personality:

Jovan is a gentle soul, but if it comes down to it he’ll do anything to protect himself and others he cares for. He absolutely loves the outdoors and takes whatever chance possible to spend time outside. Most of the time, he’s rather laid back. If he doesn’t have to do it, he won’t, but he knows what his responsibilities are. Jovan is relatively easy to connect with and finds every connection made to be sacred.

Backstory:

Jovan grew up in a rural area. He’d never lived in cities until he joined the military. His mother had passed a few years after his birth, leaving him in the care of his father. Everything he knows he credits to the man that had raised him. Jovan learned how to track and identify animals based on their prints and the like when he was very young and continued to develop the skill throughout his life. His father, being the survivalist he was, taught Jovan everything under the sun whether it was hunting, fishing, trapping, or gathering. Jovan has a strong connection to the outdoors as it was literally his life for a majority of his years. For many of his years, life had been uneventful. He hunted and took care of the animals on the property, but that was it. Day in and day out. It wasn’t until he was 18 that he decided he needed to do something different. So, he joined the military. Tensions were high between Hothus and Odra, but he didn’t think war would break out. For some time, the military was fine. He went through training, was stationed multiple places, and went through the military motions. But war did eventually break out. By this time, he was more than just a newcomer to the force. He’d made a name for himself because of his tracking skills. So, rather than fighting on the front lines, he was fighting over the Guardians with Odra search group.

Any Extra details:

-Jovan has been known to be quite fearless, but that isn’t always a good thing. His judgement when it comes to danger isn’t always the best and he does very well when working in teams with others.

-He’s also allergic to apples, though he’s definitely tested his luck once or twice.

-Jovan has a long scar over his right calf from a training accident. He makes up stories about it though.​

 

[WeaselThor]

Name (and nickname if they have one): Sven Marduk, The man of the mountain.

Gender: male

Age: 194yrs (physically 26yrs.)

Mask They Poses (If They Have One):

Spoiler: Mask of life

Tied to his left knee (see image)

Face claim (may use an picture you desire):

Personality: A man born in war almost never leaves the battle, Sven is the embodiment of that old northern proverb. Having spent nearly two centuries wandering the world fighting in every battle he could find, and even starting some where none could be found. He does not view war are a bad thing, on the contrary, if you can fight thats the number one sign of life. Life is a conflict in his eyes, a constant struggle for survival that never ends until you yourself do. He cares nothing of the gods or the kings of this realm or any others that may exist, for Sven true companionship is found in the heat of battle, you and your foes all sharing the same goal, to survive it is because of this that he disdains treaties and absolutly hates to see a battle end, going so far as to heal his enemies so that he can continue the battle.

Backstory:
Nearly two centuries ago Sven was born during he battle of the Summit, a clash between northern clans. His father cut men down even as his mother went into labor. Cabins burned and blood stained the snow as Sven came screaming into the world. At the sound of his first cry his father cut down the last foe and proudly proclaimed his son born in blood. When his mother recovered from the labor process she resumed her role as the leader of her people leaving her husband to raise the unruly Sven.

The years would fly by for sven as he grew closer and closer to adulthood and his father was again proud to note that his boy grew well and handled his axe with the best of them. A fact that drove him to take the boy with him on their next raid down the mountain. The 16 year old Sven learned that day that he not only was good at battle, he also loved it. The displays of strength, speed, skill, stamina, it was all a glorious testament to the power of humanity and the beauty of life.

He would go on to become the leader of his people, and in his lust for glory and battle would lead them to make a legendary for themselves. they came to be known as the Snowfolk in to the outside world and their reputation for raiding and attacking towns caused them to become the ire of the Surrounding nations. Yet few could meet them on the battlefield and doing so seemed to only encourage them to fight more.

This enevitably brought many enemies against them, and due to lacking the negotiating wisdom of his mother he wound up leading his people into a slaughter on one of the raids. It was an ambush and his people were surrounded and began to die off left and right. He managed to lead them to break through the enemy lines and flee back to the mountain village. This only led the now frenzied enemies to his home where they burned the village to the ground and slaughtered every man woman and child in the village.

Sven managed to survive by holding his ground on a narrow bridge over a deep chasm in the mountain. Any who came to kill him were cut down, however when the bridge was set ablaze he found no escape. Eventually it buckled and he fell into the Chasm and out of sight of his foes. Thinking him surely dead they left the mountain top burning the entire settlement to ashes. However sven survived his fall, shattering both of his legs and one of his shoulders. Lying broken in an ice cavern with his pride shattered it seemed the end would come for the battleborn Snowfolk.

Yet Sven was not content to die in the snow, his death needed to come at the edge of a blade. Spotting a glint in the distance he crawled through the ice cavern thinking it to be the light of an exit, he laughed bitterly at first when he found only a golden mask thinking fate had given him some ceremonial burial mask as part of a crual joke. Not being one to cry "woe is me" he donned his burial mask to wait for death. Only to be shocked when his wounds healed in a matter of a few painful minutes. Thinking himself blessed by the gods he took his new mask, found his axe in the ravine and returned to offer his people their funeral rites.

Since that day Sven has wandered the world in search of the one thing that seems to bring him comfort, battle. Wether it be with bandit raiders attacking small towns, or joining bands of mercenaries to fortify armies at war. His desire to fight had saved his life, and he will continue on spreading his passion throughout the world in the form of cold bloodsoaked steel.

Any Extra details:
Sven has mastered conflict to the point where his body more often than not reacts out of instinct without him having to give it much thought.
He has also adorned his body with tattoos to show the exploits of his battles seeing as how he can no longer be scarred.
Donning the mask allows Sven a massive regeneration Buff and a slight enhancement to strength, reflexes, Durability,and a massive increase to stamina. It also allows him to temporarily grant this boon to others though it is slightly less powerful.
Sven's Axe is named "The Wailing widow" it is the same axe his mother weilded and is named for the distinct sound its blade makes as its razors edge cleaves through ths air.
Rumors circulate through the lands of an immortal warrior who fights endlessly. While not 100% accurate (he cant fight ALL the time.) The cause of this rumor is Sven.
Sven is Rather unnerved by flying creatures, the bigger they are the more they bothers him. If its bigger than he is and it flies he is downright afraid of it.
~~~
(Will edit as needed.)​

 

[Climpse]

Name (and nickname if they have one): Sven Marduk, The man of the mountain.

Gender: male

Age: 194yrs (physically 26yrs.)

Mask They Poses (If They Have One):

Spoiler: Mask of life

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Tied to his left knee (see image)

Face claim (may use an picture you desire):View attachment 579072

Personality: A man born in war almost never leaves the battle, Sven is the embodiment of that old northern proverb. Having spent nearly two centuries wandering the world fighting in every battle he could find, and even starting some where none could be found. He does not view war are a bad thing, on the contrary, if you can fight thats the number one sign of life. Life is a conflict in his eyes, a constant struggle for survival that never ends until you yourself do. He cares nothing of the gods or the kings of this realm or any others that may exist, for Sven true companionship is found in the heat of battle, you and your foes all sharing the same goal, to survive it is because of this that he disdains treaties and absolutly hates to see a battle end, going so far as to heal his enemies so that he can continue the battle.

Backstory:
Nearly two centuries ago Sven was born during he battle of the Summit, a clash between northern clans. His father cut men down even as his mother went into labor. Cabins burned and blood stained the snow as Sven came screaming into the world. At the sound of his first cry his father cut down the last foe and proudly proclaimed his son born in blood. When his mother recovered from the labor process she resumed her role as the leader of her people leaving her husband to raise the unruly Sven.

The years would fly by for sven as he grew closer and closer to adulthood and his father was again proud to note that his boy grew well and handled his axe with the best of them. A fact that drove him to take the boy with him on their next raid down the mountain. The 16 year old Sven learned that day that he not only was good at battle, he also loved it. The displays of strength, speed, skill, stamina, it was all a glorious testament to the power of humanity and the beauty of life.

He would go on to become the leader of his people, and in his lust for glory and battle would lead them to make a legendary for themselves. they came to be known as the Snowfolk in to the outside world and their reputation for raiding and attacking towns caused them to become the ire of the Surrounding nations. Yet few could meet them on the battlefield and doing so seemed to only encourage them to fight more.

This enevitably brought many enemies against them, and due to lacking the negotiating wisdom of his mother he wound up leading his people into a slaughter on one of the raids. It was an ambush and his people were surrounded and began to die off left and right. He managed to lead them to break through the enemy lines and flee back to the mountain village. This only led the now frenzied enemies to his home where they burned the village to the ground and slaughtered every man woman and child in the village.

Sven managed to survive by holding his ground on a narrow bridge over a deep chasm in the mountain. Any who came to kill him were cut down, however when the bridge was set ablaze he found no escape. Eventually it buckled and he fell into the Chasm and out of sight of his foes. Thinking him surely dead they left the mountain top burning the entire settlement to ashes. However sven survived his fall, shattering both of his legs and one of his shoulders. Lying broken in an ice cavern with his pride shattered it seemed the end would come for the battleborn Snowfolk.

Yet Sven was not content to die in the snow, his death needed to come at the edge of a blade. Spotting a glint in the distance he crawled through the ice cavern thinking it to be the light of an exit, he laughed bitterly at first when he found only a golden mask thinking fate had given him some ceremonial burial mask as part of a crual joke. Not being one to cry "woe is me" he donned his burial mask to wait for death. Only to be shocked when his wounds healed in a matter of a few painful minutes. Thinking himself blessed by the gods he took his new mask, found his axe in the ravine and returned to offer his people their funeral rites.

Since that day Sven has wandered the world in search of the one thing that seems to bring him comfort, battle. Wether it be with bandit raiders attacking small towns, or joining bands of mercenaries to fortify armies at war. His desire to fight had saved his life, and he will continue on spreading his passion throughout the world in the form of cold bloodsoaked steel.

Any Extra details:
Sven has mastered conflict to the point where his body more often than not reacts out of instinct without him having to give it much thought.
He has also adorned his body with tattoos to show the exploits of his battles seeing as how he can no longer be scarred.
Donning the mask allows Sven a massive regeneration Buff and a slight enhancement to strength, reflexes, Durability,and a massive increase to stamina. It also allows him to temporarily grant this boon to others though it is slightly less powerful.
Sven's Axe is named "The Wailing widow" it is the same axe his mother weilded and is named for the distinct sound its blade makes as its razors edge cleaves through ths air.
Rumors circulate through the lands of an immortal warrior who fights endlessly. While not 100% accurate (he cant fight ALL the time.) The cause of this rumor is Sven.
Sven is Rather unnerved by flying creatures, the bigger they are the more they bothers him. If its bigger than he is and it flies he is downright afraid of it.
~~~
​

@Ultrasuperhulk wow this is great it would be an honor to role play your character.i will try my best not to ruin your hardwork

 

[Climpse]

WeaselThor I think your character should have been the god of destruction;I think the life mask should be more gentle

 

[WeaselThor]

Name (and nickname if they have one): Ridley Bauchas, King Bauchas of Hothus (Bow-Kiss), The Red King.

Gender: Male

Age: 49yrs

Mask They Poses (If They Have One):
N/A
Face claim (may use an picture you desire):


Personality: King Bauchas is a hard man to read. He always seems to keep himself calm and collected even when he is furious. Unlike most kings he has stood on the battlefield with his soldiers, kneeded dough in the bakers shops, chopped meat in the buchers venue, and even been a blacksmith and a common carpenter.
He has seen the way his people live in his kingdom amd has dedicated his entire reign as king to making his peoples lifes as free and Easy as possible. He Loves his kingdom like he loves his own family and does not see it acceptible that any should suffer injustice. It is because of this that his subjects have voted him the most approachable king of Hothus.
When not in a poor and unconvincing disguise watching his people live their lives, he can be found in the royal court doing his damndest to be as fair as humanly possible.

Backstory: Some are born great, others earn it, yet Ridley was a little of both. Born the eldest son of the warrior king osfhothus, King Kinsley Bauchas, Ridley was always destined to take the crown. Yet he watched his father lust for battle and lavish luxurious feasts all the way to his adulthood. He saw many injustices and cruel verdicts reached by his father, and even experienced such cruelties first hand. His brothers and sisters who would come later proved to be just as cruel and conniving as their father. Growing up Ridley often had to avoid assassination attempts from his own siblings who disputed his right to the throne.

When he was nineteen years old Ridley started sneaking off the palace grounds to meet the bakers daughter whome he had been deeply smitten by. One day his sister followed him and reported back to His father. Needless to say Kinsley was not happy with his son fratranizing with the commoners. So he had the bakery burned and the girl along with her entire family drawn and quartered. This caused Ridley to breifly become consumed by rage.

He began training with the soldiers, surprising all who watched him with his dedication and tenacity. For a breif moment his father was proud of him. Yet his siblings were suspicious. Apparently with good reason, as at the age of 21 Ridley came to his family with his sword drawn. He cut down His sister who had followed him that one day. Told his cruel brothers to leave the kingdom and never return lest they face the same fate. Then he confronted his father in the royal court, demanding he stand trial for his crimes, trail by combat that is.

Though Kinsley was a skilled and experienced warrior, he had begun to wane with age nearly a decade ago whereas his son had just reached his prime. Even still their bout was impressive and it ended with the old kings head at the new kings feet. A deed that earned him the titke of red king. He claimed his birthright and quickly quelled his fury he has since spent his reign cleaning up his fathers mistakes. Rebuilding the economy, and becoming a bit of a legend amongst his kingdom. Recently he sent out an order to seek and recruit the maskholders in the hopes of ending the war with the Ordu.

Any Extra details:
Bauchas has a scar on his left shoulder from his trial by combat with his father.

His two brothers still live though they have had to relocate to Ordu to avoid their brothers eye.

To this day Bauchas has a soft spot for bakers and will often buy up all of their stock for parties paying double what each item is worth.

At least once a day either in the early morning or late at night, Bauchas can be found in the commoners graveyard leaving a rose by a gravestone.

Bauchas was married three years after taking the throne. His wife had one child but died in labor. Since then he has "known" no other women.​

 

[WeaselThor]

Name (and nickname if they have one): Sandor Bauchas, The Dead Man

Gender: Male

Age: 46yrs

Mask They Poses (If They Have One):
N/A
Face claim (may use an picture you desire):


Personality: Sandor is a cold and emotionless man he feels no rage, no pain, and knows no fear. Haveing been forced out of Hothus at the age of 19 and knowing nothing of the outside world he was initally easily influenced. Now however he seems to see through a person and looks at their motif. He is rarely wrong about that as well. More often than not however he is silent until spoken to and even then he will rarely respond. Many who see him are unnerved by his pale skin and cloudy eyes. However he pays no mind to any save for the one he has come to kill.

Backstory:
the middle son of The previous king Bauchas, and brother of the current King, one would think sandor would be well set in life, but one would he wrong. As a young man he was a cruel hearted spoiled brat, he followed his big sister around like a puppy and when his oldest brother cut her down and banished him he never forgave him. Instead he began a looooong journey to achive his vengeance. He trained long and hard eventually attracting the attention of Deaths hand, an assassin clan who had long been hiding in the shadows proliferating the war.

It was here that sandor continued his training becoming one of the guilds greatest assassins. He was subjected to torture, poisons, grevious wounds. He was cast into the wilderness, thrust into the middle of an armed conflict, and even imprisoned. All to complete his training in becomeing a deadly warrior. After twenty whole years of preparring for almost every possible type of conflict Deaths hand deemed him ready and released him to sow death throughout the lands.

he found his place in the Red fang mercenary band where he met a crazy man from the mountains who just wouldnt die. The two were fast friends as both found it very easy to understand the other. One was driven by the will to live, another by the will to kill. However sandor has often cryptically said that his friend Sven would be the death of him one day.
Extra details:
Sandor's hands are remarkably fast, having displayed enough speed to draw his knife and shethe it in his foes heart before they can even swing his blade.
He has displayed various slight of hand tricks and often opportunizes on distractions and his foes emotional state.
He possesses a deep understanding of anatomy, kinesiology, and toxicology. In addition to master class stealth capabilities.
While he isnt the best swordsman in the world by any measure his style is uniquely unorthadox and very hard to counter.
He hates his older brother King Bauchas with a heated passion that seems to be the only focus of his emotions.
Due to much self dosing, Sandor has built a resistance to most poisons out there, a useful perk considering how often he usus poison.​

 

[Climpse]

Name (and nickname if they have one):.

Alexander,Kennard.

Alex to his comrades.


Gender:Male

Heterosexual

Age:25[actual age is 180]

Alex's youthful appearance is attributed to the power of the mask.


Mask They Poses (If They Have One):Mask of storm.

Alex's mask is with at all times,kept in a satchel on his right hip.

Face claim (may use an picture you desire):

Personality:Alex shows a bright, borderline obnoxious, can-do attitude that is said to inspire others as well as help them feel safe and hopeful. He is extremely friendly and amicable due to his popularity and years in the spotlight as the mask bearer of the storm;always taking his time to interact with the people and his men alike.

He can also be cunning and downright ruthless when carrying out his duties as Knight Captain of the army for the Kingdom of Hothus;cool under intense pressure,due to his years on the battlefield.Never one to hold his tongue when he sees injustices being committed against those who can't protect themselves that is why he takes up his sword to protect his kingdom against those who would disrupt its peace.




Backstory:Alexander grew up on the streets of the Hothus kingdom's slums,his mother had abandoned him to save herself by marrying a noblemen who didn't want the boy if it wasn't his own.

So at the age of seven the slums had shown him what the world was like the light and dark..by the age of 14 alex had put together a group of orphened children which he had taken in and found around the slums teaching them the things he learned the hard way from the age of seven after two years of terrorizing the city the slums were under his control from behind the scenes,one day the old king was visting the slums,the people cheered and yelled but not Alex,he only glanced at the king for a moment as he shopped for fruit,but in that moment a gleaming mask caught his eye it was like it spoke to his vary being he couldn't take his off if,turning from the stand. he began to make his towards the king every step became more made his heart pound against his chest he had to have that mask at any cost; finally after shoving people out of his way he had reached the front the royal guard were encircled around the old king of Hothus to protect him as he visited his people allowing people to come one at a time through to shake his hand and he even hugged the children that came then it was Alex's turn to meet the king as he approached the king their eyes met briefly the king showed a small smile then it played upon his lips as he watched him <the king thought then this boy,he has a potential I must test him> the king greeted alex with a firm handshake clasp his hand in an iron vice like grip also the grip was returned in kind ,just from that handshake alex knew then that the king had been through countless battles and he was no fool his face and eyes said as much. They began to converse for a while,as the king regaled him with a quick story from past. As he spoke to Alex he could only look at the mask the king had on his person the gold gleaming bright as the king moved talking but the Hothus king knew he wanted the mask as he caught him more then once taking long looks at it..just then the king clapped his hand together his guards swiftly turn towards Alex and the king their spears aimed at Alex,he wasn't a bit bothered by this action as he asked "what have I done to Merit such attention your majesty" the king explained the situation to Alex that he wanted to test him against his men only then would he give him the mask.

Led by the royal guard and the people the group made their way to the sparring area for the city guard. The king then gave his instructions selecting 3 of his best guards as he spoke telling them that Alex can beat these men in combat then he will give him the mask which he held up ..Alexander faught the kings three best men

lost to this boy..after he was awarded the mask but to retrieve it he had to visit the king in the castle to receive it,so the next day Alex was escorted to castle but instead of being met with a stuffy throne old king had brought to the gardens where they walked and talked for hours about the mask and where the king got it he then gave Alex the mask and told dont wear this until your older young man and also he would propose a offer to Alex to become a member of the royal guard and with his earrings he could truly help his family of orphened children;alex would agree only under the conditions that the king would clean up and rebuild the slums and also that the children be place in a orphanage owner by him with no taxes also half his earnings will be delivered to them. The king smiled and with and with a thunderous clap a hundred servants poured out into the gardens as he gave them instructions. 11 years would pass in the blink of an eye during that time Alex was under the direct tutelage of the king himself because the would only listen and respect the old king more then any one else he would take him under his wing and mold alex into a great leader and soldier the king had no heirs of his own due to his beloved dying at the end of the last war. Alex then went on became captain of the royal guard.

the king was also a warrior protecting his realm with his men on the front lines, Alexander saw countless battles at the kings side. One hot summer day the king and Alexander and the royal guard were out for a ride they had acquired new war horses and were breaking them in the king had challenged alex to race which he could not turn down as they had wagered that the loser had to cook dinner for the royal guard when they got back to camp,they raced as they often did alex eased back his horse to let the king win as they returned to the encampment to water the horses and have dinner which alex cooked while the king told one of his stories to them his favorite one. As they sat down to eat,they heard a thunderous sound immediately they knew what that was horses hooves hitting the ground,everyone jumped arming themselves and encircled the king alex stood right in the middlegis sword gripped with both hands at the ready the enemy charged them at least a hundred or so against Alex's elite of 30 they were cut to 11 quickly plus himself and the king.these men seemed possessed just as Alex turned to see where the king was would he has Fallen to one knee an arrow protruding from his chest;the enemies attacking started to push them back more as the king remained on one knee,making his way Alex cut down enemy after enemy until he was upon the king by that time the king was lying in a pool of blood he would kneel next to the king clasping his hand;a Grievous expression was cast upon his face as he looked upon the old man who had been smiling the whole time with his tone stern and clear as he often spoke his words were [put on that mask you carry with you,it will grant its wearer untold powers]those were the last words he spoke before fading away the smile on his face still. Standing alex was enraged grabbing the mask from the satchel where he kept it,he didnt believe the mask would do anything for him but his enemies would know true fear this day,put on the mask he turned to face his enemies seeing the rest of his guards being cut down. Charging he let loose a roar that would rival a dragon in his mind,his battle rage knew no boundaries his arms tired and fatigue began to set in he had no escape he was surrounded he didn't know how were left to him they seemed endless but he had not his fill of blood.

he would howl again only this time arrows struck him mortally wounded,he fell to his knees his head drooping he could feel his end just he was to lose consciousness,something snapped him awake like molton lava was coursing through his vains it burned like nothing he felt he howled in agony for what seemed like hours but it was only mere seconds.. as the weather grew worse and worse it was as if the seasons themselves knew what taken over what was coming where laughter and smiles had been terror had taken over because this man who they thought was dead is now standing before them his look almost demonic with his eyes ablaze.The winds howled and grew colder,as the men regained their composure one yelled ^kill him again this time we all rush him^as they rushed in each plunging their blade into him he would slump a again only for a second his head rose and an insane laughter came from him..as he did this raging his head to the heavens everything went silent for a moment like the eye of a storm a second later Loud crack was heard as a flash engulfed the area..


till this day a 180 years later he has yet to unleash that level of power from the mask but where will this mask take him and what secrets does it carry.


When Alex is away from his mask to long he gets angry depressed and anxious over the years through his training he's somewhat able to slightly repress this side effect of the mask but it only last about 4hours then he would have to put his mask on or at least have it on him.


Any Extra details:Alexander is a trained soldier and tactician due to his upbringing and years of battle and experience with with different armies.

His senses are also razor sharp,he also possess increased stamina and focus thanks to his mask.

through years of training and experimenting with his mask he has learned

energy manipulation and manifest of lighting but to do this he must have total focus and he can only manifest lightning once a day.

Alex is also an avid researcher and amateur archaeologist seeking anything related to the masks and how to unlock their power.

(like talents they have as a person, birthmarks/battle scars, fears, allergies) Alex is expert chef. He is Often seen being kicked out the castle kitchen for fixing the chefs dishes adding things here and there. Putting his own things on menus around the kingdom.