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Welcome to the character sheet thread! I've setup a general character form, but if you have anything else you wish to add into your sheet that might flesh out your character more, feel free to do so! If you have any questions, feel free to message in the OOC or message me directly!

Archon Inheritors
Geo - Taken (AI10100)
Hydro - Taken (. D O V E)
Electro - Taken (Colorless Spectrum)
Anemo - Taken (Aes_Dragon)
Pyro - Taken (Ambiloquous)
Dendro - Taken (PanPanMondAay)
Cyro - Taken (Happydeath)​

[Character Picture]
Name:

Age:

Gender:

Race:

Homeland:
(Monstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru, Fontaine, Natlan, Snezhnaya)

Distinguishing Markings/Scars:
(Optional)

Inherited Archon:
(Geo Archon, Anemo Archon, Eletrco Archon, etc. -- If you are not an inheritor, you can remove this section or simply put N/A)

Vision:
(Which element are you? If you are an inheritor, you must go with the element of your inherited archon.)

Weapon Name:

Weapon Description:
(Feel free to add a picture here. If you wish to describe it more into detail of something that is not shown in the picture, please also write a brief description for it as well.)

Vision Abilities:
(What are you capable of doing with your vision? Ice birds, explosions, earth shield, healing, etc.)

Talents:
(Cooking, agile, crafty, basic stuff)

Personality:
(At least a paragraph)

History:
(Two to three paragraphs, more if you wish.)

Extra:

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

artist: me
Amamiya Kyoya
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• Basics
• Combat and Skills
• Deep Dive

• 
  Nickname: Kyo
  
  Age: 25
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: ¾ Human ¼ Oni
  
  Homeland: Inazuma
  
  Appearance
  Kyoya stands about six-feet tall with a well built physique. Her broad shoulders and handsome features are often the reason why some people would mistake her for a man. Being part Oni, Kyoya has large horns protruding from her forehead, and sharp black colored nails. Despite Oni's in the present day and age having human skin skin color, Kyoya's most distinctive feature is her sudden red colored Horns and arms from her upper arm to her fingertips the moment she turned eight.
  
  Inherited Archon: Electro Archon, God of Truth and Eternity
  
  Vision: Electro
  
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  Weapons
  
  • Kusarigama, An ornate sickle and chain that she uses mainly in combat. The blade, unlike most Kusarigama, is formed into what looks to be a Crescent blade instead of a sickle, while the chain is about five feet long, and the iron weight is about a half heavier than the usual.
  • Odachi, a singled edged two handed blade that is about as tall as Kyo herself in length. It's handle is made with purple strings and the scabbard is made with Yumemiru wood, with lightning strikes carved into it. It is barely used by Kyo, often referring to is as a family heirloom and is merely displayed attached to her back but there are times when she uses it in combat, albeit rarely.
  Vision Abilities
  
  • Lightning Steps, an Alternate Dash ability where Kyoya can teleport for a few steps in any direction she chooses. She leaves crackles of lightning behind to show where she came from and where she went
    Hikari no Ha "Blade of Light", Kyoya charges the electro element to her weapon/hands to inflict additional damage as she fights her opponent with the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū Sword Technique.Shichi no Raikiri "Seven Lightning Blade", a Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū stance of her own creation. Her weapon glows and starts to crackle, imbuing it with the electro element. Kyoya then does six dash strikes like her Lightning Steps while leaving trails of lightning behind. She ends her stance with a spinning blade slash.
    Kaminari no Hōkō "Thunder's Roar", the sky will begin to turn dark as Kyoya raises her hand to the sky. Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes in the sky. The moment she brings down her hand comes five bolts of lightning from the clouds that deals electric damage within a ten feet radius around her, bouncing on each enemy once.
  
  Talents
  
  • Weapon Specialist, Blades
  • Agile
  • Cooking
  • Carpentry
  • Hunting
  • Fishing
  • Playing the Shamisen
  • Ambidextrous
• 
  Personality
  Kyouya is the definition of sunshine and rainbows. Perhaps people would think of her as simply being a happy idiot but she's quite knowledgeable, observant, and alert. She simply do not care to be bothered by the insults of those who have nothing to do but make themselves feel better by bringing others down. Besides, seeing people be dumbfounded by her reactions is mich more amusing than letting them get to her. Her positive mindset is genuine, just as much as her kindness and patience to which she did a lot of meditation to attain.
  
  But Kyouya in battle would be a whole different person. She is focused and without a smile to her face. There is a silent anger in her that she unleashes with every strike, an anger she had hidden inside a box that only reaches the surface when in battle. She makes for a ruthless fighter, as her Master thought her to be. "Use your blade to protect the people important to you." As her Master used to say, something she always repeats in her head.
  History
  Kyoya was found as a baby by her parents inside a cave that notorious thieves had been using as a base. There was no Oni within the group of thieves and was claimed to simply be found when they were looting an abandoned village. Amamiya Ren and Hisoka had decided that they would care for the baby Oni themselves and named her Kyoya which meant Night Mirror.
  
  Both of the Amamiyas work for the Tenryou Commission, Ren being a respected General within the military organization. Despite their busy work, they always found time for Kyoya. She yearned to grow up like her parents one day and served the Electro Archon like they did.
  
  Despite the happy life inside her home, Kyo had found herself without any friends to play with outside as a kid. Afraid of her strength and excited personality. Her only friend was a little fox that she played with and gave her trinkets.
  
  On the night the Electro Archon disappeared, her home had collapsed and her parents along with it. And it wasn't just her home. It made her wonder why their Archon wasn't there when Inazuma needed her most. She could have saved her parents for sure but no, she was nowhere to be found and that further plunged Inazuma in chaos. It was then that she was taken in by a blind man, an old friend of her parents, their master Futaba Ryunosuke.
  
  He was a blind samurai who mastered the art of the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryū Sword Technique. He lives by Kannazuka and decided to care for his student's child the moment he found out what happened to Ren and Hisoka. He was a wise and patient man, perhaps it was because of his old age or it was something he learned throughout his years but he certainly helped shape Kyoya to who she is now. He was surprised when the child asked to learn the Sword Technique but he was also eager to pass on the knowledge as the Sword Technique does not have many practitioners.
  
  Kyoya was a quick learner, even making her own forms with the use of different blades. He knew her parents would be proud of her but he worries because at times he hears her sleep talking about the Electro Archon, Murmux, how betrayed and angry she was of the mighty being. It was understandable but worrying at the same time. If only he knew how to ease her pain, perhaps she would have a better direction in life after his passing.
  
  After Ryunosuke's death, Kyoya had found herself with a band of thieves. Not the best people to be with but they appreciated her prowess in battle, which had led her to be in a bad relationship with the Tenryou commission. At some point she found herself at odds with them once they had decided to hurt people as they steal. Kyoya had fought them and tied them up inside their base, leaving a note for someone in the Tenryou Commission to find before hopping to a stolen boat and making way for an abandoned island before meeting Haoran and Margaux.
  

 

[Nellancholy]

Lyudmila Kuznetsov

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Age: Mid-30s

Gender: Female

Race: Human (?)

Homeland: Snezhnaya

Vision: Geo

Constellation: Artifex (The Craftsman)

Weapons

Weapon 1: Stake Driver: A large hammer similar to the one used by Fatui Vanguards. Lyuda's Vision is incompatible with the internal mechanisms of the weapon that were designed for Electro, however her Geo Vision grants her the ability to handle it with impressive speed and power.

Weapon 2: Automatic Rifle: A weapon that serves as an iteration upon the weapons used by the Fatui Bracers. She usually keeps it disassembled in a case on her back,and rarely uses it.

Vision Abilities:
Earthshaping: Lyuda can precisely handle any earthen or metal object regardless of weight or shape while it is in her hands, and can gradually mold and shape them without any tools or heat. (Among other things, she can replenish her ammunition supply with the right materials, which are increasingly scarce.)

Tremor: Lyuda can create quakes, fissures, or eruptions of earth up to around 20 meters away from her by striking the surfaces she wishes to affect. This ability is more effective when used in conjunction with Stake Driver, being able to topple most human-sized targets, but can be used in a weaker form with her bare hands.

Talents:
Wilderness survival, mechanical engineering, sculpting (or at least she wishes it was)

Personality:
The events of the past years have left Lyuda quiet with a dry sense of humor, on top of being inured to the violence she continues to inflict. Even so, she remains optimistic as she continues her journey. On the path her life has taken so far, Lyuda remains humble, and shows a certain protectiveness towards people she admires. Her greatest admiration is directed to people who live passionately and particularly those who create art or other things of worth.

History:
Lyudmila Kuznetsov was born into an ordinary, struggling working class family like any other on the outskirts of Snezhnaya. While she had no problems making friends as she attended school, she found her time best spent in her mother's workshop, repairing and maintaining the community's vehicles and work equipment, a preference that reflected in her academic performance. Granted a scholarship to one of the universities in the capital city, she threw herself into the studies of all the advanced machinery that sustained Snezhnaya and served the Tsaritsa, on top of ways to improve them even further.

Hard at work as always one night, Lyuda witnessed an apparition of a spiraling staircase before her, as her dedication had apparently led the Geo Archon to see fit to grant her a Vision. She could not prevent word from spreading, least of all in a place so close to the Tsaritsa's gaze. Soon she was approached by a recruiter from the military, who persuaded her that the combination of her expertise and her new gift could be best put to use on the frontlines protecting Snezhnaya from the envy of other nations and all the danger that lay in the lands between.

After years of service, Lyuda was eventually promoted to lead a unit of the Fatui carrying out patrols in the wilderness of Sumeru, seeing and learning more than she ever could sitting in a workshop or an ivory tower. One fateful day, when she returned to the biting cold of Snezhnaya with an intelligence report, she was granted an audience with the Tsaritsa herself, who took special interest in what Lyuda had to say. It was then that an immense, otherworldly entity struck the city. Many survived, but the greatest damage of all was dealt to the nation as a whole, as the entity destroyed the Tsaritsa...her Gnosis sent away to parts unknown. Lyuda fled the scene to avoid capture, but being the only person with the Tsaritsa at the time of the attack, suspicion fell on her. At the very least, she had failed in her duty as a protector, at the most, she led whatever it was to the Tsaritsa.

Hunted by her former comrades, Lyuda currently wanders as a mercenary and bounty hunter, dreaming of being the one who solves the mystery of the Tsaritsa's destruction and restores her nation's beloved Archon.

Extra:
Smokes once a day, never drinks alcohol.

 

[AI10100]

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• BASIC INFORMATION

  NAME

  Zhangzhen Haoran
  NICKNAME

  Hao
  AGE

  23
  GENDER

  Male
  RACE

  Human (?) | Lion [Stone]
  
  HEIGHT

  6'0
  WEIGHT

  186 lbs
  
  HOMELAND

  Liyue

  APPEARANCE

  Haoran stands at a decent height of 6’0 with a lean frame. Garbed in traditional Liyue wear, he finds it both easy to fight in and perfect for performances. His most distinguishing features are his eyes— slitted like that of a feline’s and bright gold in coloring. Haoran has even claimed that he can see very well at night unlike most people. Due to his years on the road, he has acquired a couple of scars littered across his body though this is often covered by his choice of clothing. His Vision can be located on his right hip decorated with a butterfly knot hanging from the Vision.
  

  Artist: Nabbed it from here

  Fluid yet firm, remember this and your performance will be stellar.
  - Zhangzheng Sword Art
• PERSONALITY

  Haoran, in very plain terms, is a man dedicated to his craft. Passionate and determined to both perfect and spread the beauty of his craft, he had even gone as far as leaving behind all he's ever known to do so. He's always eager to teach other people when they're willing or perform for whoever is interested. In casual settings, however, he keeps up his exuberant energy. Oftentimes willing to help and protect people if they need to do so— a value that was instilled into him at a very young age from his family. He's very attentive when it comes to other people. He listens well and remembers most of the things that were talked about even if it was only in passing. He loves hearing about other people's passions.
  
  HOBBIES

  Zhangzheng Sword Art [both dance and offense], Practicing, Playing the erhu
  

  BIOGRAPHY

  Haoran came from a long line of martial artists who have since transformed their craft into art. The Zhangzheng clan has a rich history of fighting alongside their Archon during the war, following Valefar until the very end where they had settled and continued to protect Liyue in their own way. As the centuries passed, they produced a variety of people— from captains in the Millelith to teachers of the sword arts.
  
  Haoran was born from the main family’s lineage— the third born son and fifth child of the family. At a young age, he was invited by his elder sister to join him in the dancing art of their craft which he readily agreed to. He was only six years of age when Valefar, a constant presence from the birth of Liyue, died. It changed how their clan operated. Most of them took up their arms once again and joined the Millelith. The Zhangzheng Sword Dance art did not die off with a few practitioners staying to provide entertainment to calm the people of Liyue. Haoran was one of them. However, they are specifically trained to be able to give offensive aid when needed. He soon came on stage as one of their best performers, bringing serenity to his audience with his precise sword strokes. For most of his life, he was either performing or helping out the Millelith when it was needed. It was during the end of his first performance when he had attained his Vision. He had been collecting his spare clothes at the back when he felt one of his pockets grow heavier. When he had investigated, a geo Vision had been placed there and it thrummed as he held it. Overjoyed, he told his family about it as soon as possible and he became a valuable asset to the force.
  
  This was not enough for Haoran. He was determined to be able to spread his family art to the nations. With permission from his parents, he hopped onto the next merchant heading out to the different nations. The merchant’s name was Eris from Mondstadt. Together, they traveled back and forth to multiple nations, finding themselves on long roads and treacherous seas. Eris provided the money and the means of transport while Haoran acted as her bodyguard. Wherever Eris decided to set up shop, Haoran would perform. The two had gotten along amazingly well and still continue to be close friends to this day.
  
  Eris had been the first to comment that Haoran was a… distinctly powerful Vision holder. They had met a couple of others but Haoran had always had better and stronger control and variation to his element than the others. He chalked it up to experience— he had been using his Vision for a variety of things since he was a child. Perhaps it simply grows more powerful with age. Though one of his best displays was when they were attacked by a band of monsters, trapping them against a cliff with nowhere to run. The group they were travelling with had perished from the attack. Haoran had created a shield of earth between them and the attackers. He then launched a volley of sharpened rocks that exploded upon impact, severely damaging his opponents and knocking some out.
  
  Eris stopped travelling after that. She settled down in Fontaine, opening up a permanent shop there. For a while, Haoran stayed with her in Fontaine. He had enjoyed his time there. The exchange of culture hadn’t been predominant due to the difficulty in travelling but Fontaine lived up to its name as the city of arts and culture. Haoran performed there and had been a regular in their stages as a performer and as an audience member. Haoran began traveling with a Fontaine scholar named Margaux and they’ve been going from one nation to another ever since. During a travel to Inazuma, they had met a wanderer named Kyouya and, due to certain circumstances, began traveling with her.
  
  Your typical trio of travelers really.
  
  FRIENDS

  Amamiya Kyouya, Margaux, Eris
  FAMILY

  Zhangzheng Clan

  Artist: MIHOYOOOOO

  In the event of the fall of our beloved Archon, we will protect Liyue. That is our creed.
  - Zhangzheng Clan
• ABILITIES

  INHERITED ARCHON

  Geo Archon
  
  VISION

  Geo
  
  WEAPON

  River's Edge - A jian forged by his family's smithy that he's kept well maintained. On the hilt of the sword is a cute, white, fluffy cat accessory that Eris had given him. On the blade is a series of characters that state: "Both mind and body must be at peace to wield this blade".
  
  VISION ABILITIES

  
  Guardian's Creed: Haoran forms a transparent shield around himself and his allies. This is signified by fourteen small geo rocks that float around the protected person. When the user attacks, two geo rocks will fly forward to aid with the attack and explode upon impact which is effective for staggering an opponent or hitting a weak point. Once the rocks have been expended, there will be no more additional attacks. The shield stays for two minutes before dispelling.
  
  Entombed: Haoran creates multiple pillars from the ground and strikes all around the opponent until the opponent is trapped within the pillars. This can be used against opponents much large and much stronger than him by using bigger and sturdier pillars. He can choose to enclose further against the opponent.
  
  Sword Art: Clashing Plates: Using his geo Vision, he finishes his series of attacks with two geo swords raining down on his opponent.
  
  Hindsight: A special ability that very few have. Haoran has the ability to look into rocks and view their memories; however, rocks are vulnerable to erosion as anything in this world is. Certain rocks have clearer memories than others. Haoran has tried looking through iron chunks but only received almost whispered voices while Cor Lapis have given him clear scenes of the past.
  
  TALENTS

  Skilled swordsman, Decent erhu player, Perfect memory, Agile and surprisingly very flexible, Seasoned traveler, Martial Artist

  PLAYLIST

  Artist: Traditional Chinese Opera

  For where will you find happiness if not for where your passion is?
  - Zhangzheng Min

 

[Aes_Dragon]

Sigil Orias

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Appearance: Sigil has brown eyes, and brown hair which reaches down just below her chin. Her casual attire (pictured above) is typical Mondstadt clothing - a blouse with a long skirt and boots. When out hunting, she ties up her hair and wears snugly fit, lightweight leather gear, with her bow and quiver slung over her shoulder and carrying any other doodads she might need in her pockets.

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Homeland: Liyue

Distinguishing Markings/Scars: There is a noticeable scar on her left cheek which goes from her chin to just below her eye, though it is not deep.

Inherited Archon: Ophelia, the Anemo Archon - God of Relationships and Freedom

Vision: Anemo

Constellation: Lenis Aura (Smooth Breeze)

Weapon Name: Messenger (the same weapon from Genshin Impact)

Weapon Description: Identical in appearance to the original Messenger, except the top/bottom limbs of the bow are a murkier brown colour rather than a reddish colour.

Vision Abilities:
Normal Attack: Specialized Shooting
Sigil has never been able to shoot arrows in quick succession which come out as accurate or even remotely strong. Her attempts may lead one to assume she is either blind or drunk (which will only cause further confusion due to her young appearance). Fortunately, her success rate is significantly higher when she prioritizes quality over quantity, being able to let off precise, fairly powerful Charged Attacks which can be fatal to an unsuspecting target. She can imbue the tips of her arrows with Anemo energy, though this admittedly doesn't do much of anything unless her target is already affected by another element.

Elemental Skill: Puncturing Plume
Sigil conjures a feather made of pure Anemo energy. The feather is similar a physical object - she can "throw" it on its own or attach it to an arrow and launch it. She can "activate" the feather at any time, which will cause wind to flow sharply to its location for a brief moment. This wind flow acts like a remote slash, strong enough to pierce skin. The wind quickly turns from dangerous to blustery if she loses focus or tries to use multiple at a time. Still, "blustery" is sometimes still useful to lock down (small) prey.

Elemental Burst: Freeform Fire
Sigil imbues her arrows with high amounts of Anemo energy. She can use the Anemo energy to influence the angle and direction of the next few arrows she fires, highly increasing their accuracy. However, there are some caveats. She must launch an arrow with enough force in order for it to be influenced effectively by the Anemo energy and lock onto her target. Merely throwing an arrow or shooting it haphazardly will give disappointing results. Additionally, she cannot completely manipulate the arrow's pathing - shooting an arrow away from her target and trying to make it fly in the opposite direction with her Vision is nigh impossible, and the less accurate the initial shot, the more energy must be spent to correct its trajectory. Lastly, her Anemo energy will gradually dissapate over time, meaning subsequent shots are less prone to being influenced.

Talents: Spatial awareness, timing

Personality:
What Sigil had taken from her childhood was that many things were best left unsaid, usually for the sake of the other person. She rarely speaks out of turn, not wishing to tear open old wounds. Although she often keeps some thoughts to herself, she is greatly patient and understanding of situations. When at an impasse, she doesn't curse at the "what could be", but silently accepts the "what is". She looks to make sure that she never leaves behind any unpaid debts, and holds those who reach out to her first dearly. She's not the type of person looking to be a leader, but she finds herself willing to be one if no one else steps forward.

History:
Sigil was born less than a year before the genocide of the Seven. Her parents, fearing the worst for their one and only daughter, fled to their homeland, Mondstadt. The journey was far from leisurely. The death of the Archons had stirred the monsters all across the land, and in Liyue, monsters were filled with hateful karma and rage. Her father hauled a cart with Sigil and the rest of their belongings from sunset to sunrise, resting during the day. Her mother insisted on walking alongside the cart, but eventually deigned to sleep with Sigil halfway through the nights.

They had managed to make it safely to Wangshu Inn, but the inevitable happened a few days after their departure from there. Sigil's father, fatigued from the load of their journey, passed out in the dead of night. Sigil awoke to the sound of rabid growling and strained shrieks. The bow and sword which the father could have hoped to have protect himself with were out of reach, left in the cart. The sounds went on for too long. Suddenly, the growling grew louder, and the cart rocked. Sigil could only make out a fuzzy, whitish blur in her face for a moment. But the sounds stopped quickly and suddenly as if they'd been silenced. Sigil clearly remembers the next thing she saw - the shape of a blackened, horned mask with glowing green eyes. That, as well as the moaning and groaning of her father. She never got to know what his face originally looked like.

The rest of the journey was hazy to Sigil, but they'd made it to Mondstadt without any more encounters. Her father, irrepairably damaged by the karmic monsters, went mad, and fled from Mondstadt into the wilderness. He did not return. Miraculously, her mother showed no signs of injury from the incident, and she raised Sigil simply on her own for the next several years. Her mother always put on a smile, but even as an impressionable young child, Sigil knew that her mother's tongue was clamped as she gazed at her while she ate her meals.

Discovering what remained from her father, Sigil learned how to use the bow at a young age. Even through the genocide of the Seven, Springvale had managed to recover somewhat, knowing how to make use of the land. They trained her wholeheartedly and taught her basic survival skills, perhaps after seeing the sorry, beaten state her mother was in. Sigil made it her daily goal to hit a bullseye for every wrinkle on her mother's face.

Once, at the age of 14, she had been sitting in a tree in the Brightcrown Canyon, eyeing a lone, complacent boar, a sight which was uncommon back then which was becoming rarer still. Crawling on a thick branch and lying on her stomach, she pulled back the string, and struck the boar straight in its side, and it heaved over, limp. She had taken out her first target. As she tried pushing herself up, she slipped, and a sharp branch firmly hooked itself in her left cheek before she fell.

She lay on her back, blood slowly streaming down her chin, and a bit going up into her left eye. But there was no pain. A familar growling had all of her attention at that time. Thinking quickly, she abandoned her reward, and scurried back up into the tree while the hilichurls feasted. But they had sensed her. She found herself staring down three hilichurls, all staring back up at her, thankfully unarmed. An arrow followed each drop of blood that fell from her face. But she had more blood to spare than arrows. She'd only managed to take out one of the three hilichurls, and the others had only been riled up by the death of their comrade. They eventually backed off, but lingered around the area, keeping Sigil stuck up there. In the mean time, she blotted her injury with her shirt.

Some hours had passed before she was found. The Springvale hunters made clean work of the last two hilichurls, and Sigil could remember all of their expressions when she turned to them after shuffling down the tree trunk. Sigil's mother screamed at the Springvale hunters until she lost her voice. It didn't matter that Sigil was the one to wander off, or that Sigil hadn't told anyone where she was going. Still, the hunters apologized profusely, and Sigil did her best to make a reassuring face for them. As the scolding proceeded, her left hand was gripped tightly by her mother. Her right hand rested in her pocket, thumbing a new, small, smooth sphere.

She replaced the jewel on her old necklace with the new Vision. It was smaller than any other Vision she had seen - its diameter was about as long as her thumb. Since she always wore her necklace underneath whatever clothing she was wearing, no one had suspected anything. But when she was out hunting, and no one was looking, she'd pull out the orb, calling upon its light green glow.

Extra: Sigil didn't receive formal education growing up, so she is somewhat illiterate.

 

[Knight boi]

Zed Iruma


Age:
30

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Homeland:
Mondstat

Distinguishing marks/scars:
Zed has multiple scars and marks on his back, though he has a big scar on his face from when he was a kid caught stealing from the w

Vision:
Geo

Weapon Name:
Wrist blades
Zed has two wrist blade located on each arm and specifically wrists, he is able to hide the blades and he is able to pull them out with a simple motion.
Shurikens
He has a set of two shurikens on the set of his back, the blades can come back to him from practice of his aim and the set of skills he’s learned from his teacher and master.

Visions and ability’s
(So sorry for the names they just sound cool XD)
Survivor’s fall
The ability increases Zed’s durability and able to take heavier damage but because of this he sacrifices his great speed and moves much slower and becomes easier to read his movements.
Contempt of the weak
The ability deals extra damage to any character who is hit by Zed who suffers from low health at the time, and also grants a slow down spell for 2 seconds.
Punishment of wraith
Zed is able to create a platform to jump on or use for other reasons for a short time, especially for getaways, he can create platforms like pillars or walls, of course with a short period of time.

Talents
Hand to hand combat, stealing, stealth, agility, stamina, flexibility, Melee combat, bribing, climbing (Basically parkour)


Personality:
Zed is a ruthless and a man who shows no mercy to his enemy’s, he’s a tough guy growing up in the streets and having nothing since he was born, he’s peservant, focused, adaptable, skillful, and most of all dedicated.
He doesn’t care what the job is as long as the payment fits who he’s going to kill, and his name is feared across the lands, and is highly wanted by the law of Hyrule.

Backstory:
Zed grew up without knowing who his father was at all, his mother a mostly drunk when he was home and often with another man from the last man, often selling her body to make a living off the streets.
So Zed grew up in the streets by himself often watching people and talking often stealing from food markers to eat everyday since there was no possible way to make mora from his age. He had often hung out with his group of friends who were just like him, no one to grow up with as a parental figure, they often did small amount of crimes like pick pocketing and stealing from others. They were great at running and just climbing in general. They often hated the law at their hometown often flicking them off and making death threats to them like having a fake gun and shooting at them, which the law hated them. When they were caught doing they’re mischievous deeds they often just ran from the law and go to their hide out they made by themselves which was home to them. He was the oldest in his small group of friends and he was a great leader always looking out for them and taking the blame when they were officially caught doing their deeds.
Though one time, Zed had stole from the wrong man who taught him a lesson to not steal from him permanently marking his face with a knife and beaten up from the man.
Though eventually he had build a friendship with a older gentlemen around his 50’s who would become his master and father figure to him, this is where he learned how to fight properly and learnt he ways of becoming a proper assassin, his training was hard and soul breaking, though after 15 years of training he masterd it. Though sadly after he completed his training it wasn’t long until his father would die from a sickness, to honor him he had brought him to a top of a mountain where he would have his last breath looking at the beautiful sun rise, and Zed had made a grave for the old man, he often comes here to honor his teacher and father.
Though many fear his name and many look for him to answer the law, being highly wanted by law across the land, he is a sweet and innocent man who has respect for the ones he loves.


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[. D O V E]

• General
• Abilities
• Personal

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  Name: Margaux Blanchet
  
  Age: 24
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: Human?
  
  Homeland: Fontaine
  
  Distinguishing Markings/Scars: Margaux has three marks at each side of her neck, resembling gills. While mainly a dark blue in color, it glows to the color of a vibrant sea when in the presence of water. (Ignore the butterfly tattoo on the FC).
  
  Inherited Archon:
  Dantelion, the Hydro Archon
  
  
• Vision:
  
  Hydro​
  
  Weapon(s):
  
  Ocean's oath - A series of weapons constructed by the power of hydro.​
  • Ocean's Oath: Rapier Form: The rapier is the blade of Dantelion himself. Imbued with the power of water, it can cut through materials like pressurized water jets. It is of the color of the ocean, with a hilt embraced by a small mimic of a kraken.
  • Ocean's Oath: Hammer Form: A sledgehammer made up of dense water. It's something that Margaux developed herself, unlike the rapier form which has been provided by Dantelion.
  
  Vision Abilities:
  
  • Tidal Rush (Charged Attack) - A wave emerges beneath Margaux's feet. With weapon pointed against the target, Margaux (and her clones) swiftly surfs to the opponent to deal a heavy attack. The tide will leave a trail of water, applying wet to the surface.
  
  
  • Summon Hydro Mimics (Elemental Skill) - Hydro Mimics are water imitations of matters, mostly of larger proportions. The Ocean's Oath is a form of Hydro Mimics, in a sense that it imitates weaponry. Moreover, Margaux's other common use of the ability is summoning copies of herself. The summons are capable of receiving telepathic commands from Margaux, applying wet with their attacks, and walking on the surface of deep waters. If they aren't killed on the field, they can last up to 5 minutes, releasing a small explosion of water as they go.
  
  
  • Leviathan's Call (Elemental Burst) - A large blue rune appears on a surface. After a fifteen-second delay, a hydro image of a giant kraken will emerge from it. The Kraken will fight alongside Margaux, capable of entrapping enemies caught by its tentacles. The Kraken functions similarly to regular Hydro Mimics. It can be killed by numerous critical blows, and otherwise can only last for as long as Margaux can keep it up. It will unleash a great explosion of water once its time is up or is killed in battle.
  
  
  • Jet Propulsion (Alternate Sprint) - A high velocity stream of water pushes Margaux forward or into the air.
  
  Talents:
  
  Crafting, alchemy, inventing, swimming, writing, humming, discovering, cooking, fishing​
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  Personality:
  
  A lady with an unwanted mask. It's easy to mistake Margaux as a stoic and uncaring individual thanks to her perpetually discontented expression. Be it during a solemn occasion or a joyous one, the expression on Margaux's face would always stay wooden, causing people to misunderstand and avoid her. It certainly doesn't help that she almost never speaks, often simply standing at a corner and watching others. The seemingly cold persona and lack of communication skills hide a warm-hearted girl who genuinely wishes to chat about her discoveries and writings with friends. She is extremely passionate about knowledge, dabbling in numerous thought-provoking activities such as alchemy, dungeon delving, and historical investigations.​
  
  History:
  
  Once upon a time, in the land of Fontaine, a Magnifique-born woman called Mathilde Dubois was betrothed to Baron Arthur of House Dupont. The woman was, to say the least, unhappy regarding this forceful engagement. As such, empty bottles of wine has become her constant companion- soon followed by foolish decisions. One of which was catalyzed by the appearance of a certain Pouvre-born servant. The man was of nice stature, with a face unbefitting a member of the lowest circles, and called himself Thomas. Mathilde was instantly captivated by his ocean eyes, and one drunken night led to an affair that lasted until Mathilde's wedding night.​
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  The Baron's touch was cold, and Mathilde ceaselessly longed for Thomas' gentleness. Yet, just like a passing wave, he vanished. Devoid of anything to remember Thomas by, Mathilde carried on with her life, eventually carrying the child of the Baron. The Baron was delighted by the news, a notion that he showed by showering his wife exuberant gifts and gestures. It brought joy to Mathilde's heart, as she reveled in the material things. It occurred to her that perhaps her marriage with the Baron wasn't as awful as she thought it was. That period of her life was pleasant and calm, akin to a sea in the eye of a storm.​
  ​
  The storm returned when she gave birth to a child with ocean eyes. She felt her world crumble as she stared at those bright eyes, knowing full well that neither she nor the Baron's lineage carried such feature.​
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  The Baron was furious, showing no mercy as he kicked Mathilde and her unnamed child out of his life. Mathilde tried to seek refuge in her maiden family, yet they were too ashamed by her. As such, they sent her away, just as the Baron did. This forced Mathilde to bitterly raise her child in poverty. She learned how to stomach hunger and shameful works for the sake of Mora.​
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  One night, five years later, Mathilde brought her still unnamed child to a cliff by the sea. Her hold on the little one's hand was tight and hurtful, and there was a rueful smile on her lips.​
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  "You were never meant to happen..." It might just have been the first words she uttered to her child. Words that left her lips before she unceremoniously pushed the little one into the deep blue.​
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  The child plummeted into the dark depths of the ocean, feeling the silence and the coldness swallow her form. Even to someone who knew and was worth nothing, it felt frightening. Nothingness in nothingness. Perhaps it was the purest form of life, to be devoid of anything.​
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  As the child's vision dimmed, she saw the approach of a light- one that she has mistaken for the moon's. Even from afar, she could feel its warmth, drawing closer and closer until it enveloped her. The feeling was foreign yet homely, the last thing she felt before she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.​
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  The next time she awoke, she was staring at the moon and the stars of the night sky, still surrounded by the sea. It seemed like she was floating, yet, undrifting. It was as though the ocean wanted her to stay there.​
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  When she looked around, she caught sight of a massive creature that exuded an odd aura of majesty. It was looking right back at her, and she noticed how similar the color of their eyes are to each other. The nameless child felt no fright when it wrapped its long arms around her. It moved with great gentleness, as it brought her near the shore.​
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  "Move forward, Margaux, for you are now borne of water." A voice told her, gentle like the caress of the waves. "Though you may forget this night, the water shall not." And so, she did.​
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  The morning after, a Median fisherman by the name of Hugo Blanchet found a child as though washed ashore. The compassion within his heart was moved, and he took her in as if she was his own. He gave her his surname once he found out that she knew nothing about herself, except for her name. Thus, the birth of Margaux Blanchet.
  
  Unaware of what transpired on the night of her fifth birthday, Margaux moved forward with her life. Hugo proved to be a loving and supportive father, even going as far as sending her to one of Fontaine's academies, hoping it'd ensure a brighter future for her. Margaux studied as hard as she could, eventually graduating at the age of 21.
  
  Shortly after, she stumbled upon a performer called Haoran who originated from Liyue. Intrigued by his talent to express without the use of words, Margaux sought him out, and he eventually became her first friend. He introduced her to the joys of traveling and excited her with knowledge that are waiting to be discovered. It wouldn't be long until they encounter another traveler, a swordswoman that goes by the name of Kyo.
  
  Together, these three compose a humble adventuring team that seeks to travel the world.
  
  Extra
  
  - Her fighting style is based on Weiss Schnee and Nora Valkyrie from the series RWBY.​
  - Her lack of communication skills and social anxiety is inspired by Komi from Komi-san Can't Communicate​
  - Her name means "pearl"​
  - She carries around a steampunk version of Etch-A-Sketch and her kameras​
  - She can breathe underwater and walk on its surface​
  - She can share her underwater breathing with another person by a kiss​

 

[PanPanMondAay]

Name: Chu Hua

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Homeland: Sumeru


Distinguishing Markings/Scars: has a scar On her right eye


Inherited Archon: Chisisi Dendro god


Vision: Dendro
(Which element are you? If you are an inheritor, you must go with the element of your inherited archon.)

Weapon Name: Alios Forest
Weapon Description:

It has green vines wrapped around it all the way to the end where a pointy Eye piercing iron is at.


Vision Abilities:

Thorn barrier: Allow a vine-like cage to erupt she uses the vine on her ax to trap her foes and grow prickly thorns in order to slowly kill them over time.

Prickly life: allows her to absorb the life from her enemies as long as the thorn is touching the enemy and Is still attached to the vines


Talents: Cooking, crafting, Flexible and Agile
(Cooking, agile, crafty, basic stuff)

Personality:

Chu Hua is a hard one to understand she can be overly quiet at times and loud at others. She never actually tells you what she’s thinking instead she’ll forcefully try to get you to know what she’s thinking the only problem is she herself doesn’t often know what she is trying to say. Chu Hua Is one who believes in logic that Everything has a reason for exists. She is an absolute fan of the gods even if most people don’t believe they exist anymore.

She absolutely loves nature and finds beauty in everything about it and hates the sounds of scratching and growling. She often likes to hang out with those she deems interesting and tries to find the beauty in humanity even though she believes there is none.




History:
Chu hua was born in a small town around the edge of Sumerus border. Her life was happy during her stay At the age of five, her village had been under attack by a group of bandits Her mother had died in the chaos her and her father had died trying to protect her. Shortly after the village was completely destroyed Chu Hua was founded by an alchemist. Who had decided to take her in as his student?

She lived happily with him and at the age of six, she had discovered something. The ability of Dendro surprised by this Chu hua had spent the rest of her days studying about the gods and why she was blessed with such beautiful things. His teacher had claimed it was her destiny that’s why they didn’t that she was destined for greatness. This is when her fangirl days began herring the tales and story of the god how powerful they were and what they could and couldn’t do WAS AMAZING!

By the age of ten Chuhua knew almost the whole history of half the gods before the war. The teacher had summoned her into the room telling her it was time for her to fulfill her destiny, He had tried to sacrifice her to what he claimed was a holey being trying to cute out her right eye, in a moment of blinding panic accidentally activated her ability. That day Chu Hua ended up killing her own master.

Deciding that humans were horrible Chu Hua had fled from her new home and into the forest where she had questioned her own destiny as well as others. She spent the rest of her time learning the beauty of this world and trying to find her purpose.






Extra: Name everything she likes even if they already have a name, she’ll give them a nickname.

 

[Nothingness]

• Introduction
• Aresnal
• Personality
• History
• Extra

• 
  Name
  Jin Orlov (Original last name Masamoto)
  
  Age
  31
  
  Gender
  Male
  
  Race
  Humanoid [Basilisk]
  
  Homeland
  Born in Inazuma, Raised in Snezhnaya
  
  Distinguishing Markings/Scars
  His eyes are slitted similarly like that of a reptile, they will expand in the dark and shrink/constrict in the light. Along his upper arms, he has blackish scales that he tends to hide. His tongue is also forked.
  
  Inherited Archon
  Cyro Archon -- Anastasia
  
• 
  Vision
  Cyro
  
  Weapon Name
  >Oathbreaker<
  A large war scythe that is taller than Jin by about two feet. The entire staff is made up of obsidian, there are three sections on the staff that is wrapped in red colored cloth that allows for easier gripping and quicker maneuvers during battle to avoid it slipping. The blade itself is made up of an unknown material however it is completely black aside from the sharpened edge giving off a silver-ish tint. At closer inspection, there are strange texts that Jin can make out a few letters but cannot fully understand the language. Even handing it to other people, no one seems to be able to decipher a single letter.
  
  >Judgement<
  A pair of gauntlets that when activated wrap around his entire fists and extend up his arm to his elbows and a pair of boots that when activated cover both his feet and extend up to his knees. The boots and gauntlets were designed by the Fatui and were built to be able to adapt to any vision wielder, allowing for strikes into the ground or against any solid surface can cause a rush of any sort of elemental energy to come out from the weapon as a projectile. The weapon is still a prototype.
  
  Vision Abilities
  [Charged Attack] Frost Touch
  Depending on the weapon used, the more strength he puts behind his next strike the more either his fist, foot, the blade of the scythe or whatever weapon he maybe using at the time will begin giving off a white glow. The longer he prepares the strike, every three seconds the weapon will give off a flash and the brightness will grow till it hits a third stage in which it is at it's brightest. Once going through with the attack, whether the strike makes contact or not, it will send off a wave of bone chilling cold air as well as shards and spikes of ice causing whatever touches the ice shards to freeze or if it is water or if the opponent is effected by 'wet' they will freeze due to the cold air as well.
  
  [Elemental Skill] Frozen Aura/Blades
  A large emblem of the element of cyro will appear under his feet and expand in a large circle around him at a surrounding radius of 10ft. The circle will give off a white mist as it follows him around as he moves, making sure he is always in the center. Allies that step within the radius have their weapons imbued with ice allowing for frost strikes. Enemies that step in the barrier are effected with cold chill forcing their internal and external body temperature to drop near zero. With each strike from Jin directly and that make contact, large claymores will appear overhead and come crashing down at the immediate location in front of him. This aura lasts for about 5minutes, less if he is too fatigued.
  
  [Elemental Burst] Dragon's Frost
  Summoning a large western style dragon made of ice from the sky high above the clouds. The dragon will swoop down and fight alongside him however it will only strike if commanded to do so by Jin. The only action it will take on its own is to protect him with it's large claws or wings. The dragon will last as long as Jin has energy to keep it around as the longer it stays around the weaker his body will become and the more fatigue he will become.
  
  [Alternative Dash] Ice skates
  By focusing his vision to the underside of his feet, blades will appear allowing him to skate across nearly any surface due to wherever the blades touch, it will freeze the surface temporarily causing a thin layer of ice to form over the surface to allow him to move. While it is not his strongest feat, he is able to also use these ice blades under his feet as weapons due to their sharpness.
  
  
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  Talents
  Cooking, drawing, realistic thinker, strategist, agile, CQC specialist, adaptable, hunting, fishing, survival expert, meditation, expert mixologist
  
  Personality
  Overly quiet and somewhat reserved. Jin tends not to speak much to those he does not know and at first meeting one would possibly assume that he is a mute as he prefers to speak with just hand gestures until he can determine they are safe to speak to. Even so, there are certain subjects that will either have him go into a full blown rage such as seeing or hearing anyone speaking about the Fatui in a way that makes them look like a righteous group. Conversations about his family or anyone that might recognize him when he had never seen them will have him question them immediately about what they know and if they know more about his past that he may not know of possibly. He has a soft spot when it comes to elderly people. When getting to know him better and he considers those around him as friends, he is much more talkative and will treat them almost like family.
  
• 
  History
  Jin remembers little to nothing about his life back in Inazuma as he was handed to a Snezhnayan traveling merchant when he was still but a baby. His family at the time were terribly poor and to have another mouth to feed possibly meant that they would either be the ones to go hungry or cause their child to go hungry. So, rather than have Jin grow up into a struggling family at the risk of not knowing whether or not he'd have food for himself or the family the next day, his family pleaded with the Snezhnayan merchant to take him back to Snezhnaya with the man. Of course, being a merchant, the middle aged man was quick to refuse unless there was something in it for him in the sense of trade, in which case the parents had scrounge up whatever bit of mora and jewelry they had in exchange for taking their only child to a land where he could possibly live a better life.
  
  Accepting the trade, the merchant took Jin with him across the sea even if it may had taken several days to eventually reach the shores of Snezhnaya. During the trip, the merchant made sure to take care of him by feeding him and keeping him especially warm when reaching into the nation's territory. Although, once reaching the shores and heading back to his small town that was outside of the capital city, the merchant was quick to hand off Jin to the nearest orphanage before only telling the owner of his first name and that he had forgotten the baby's last name. Ever since then, he was given the surname of Orlov. From there, Jin was raised in the orphanage day by day and yet throughout his time there, he had seen many other children come and get adopted while he was the only one to be rejected, even when he was the only child left, no one seemed to be interested in taking him in since not only was he different from the other children by his eyes and the scales on his upper arms, but the fact that he was also an outsider. While the people of Snezhnaya are open to strangers from other nations, they prefer to treat them as guests and travelers, but to take one in as actual family was a completely different story.
  
  Years passed and as more children came to the orphanage and Jin had grown further, he was picked on every single day for the fact that he was an outsider as well as the fact that he looked different. Calling his names like monster, freak, outsider, or many other names; even the adults at the orphanage treated him differently, never believing a word he said even if he was physically bullied and told the adults about it. Jin was also stuck with the longest chores throughout the orphanage such as cleaning the large bedroom by himself, cleaning the bathrooms, doing all the dishes, etc. Never once did he complain about any of the bullying or chores after realizing that no one really cared much for him. Soon enough, when he reached an age where he could fend for himself, he was forced to leave the orphanage with nothing more than the basket he was carried in when he was a baby, a set of clothing that was normal for many Snezhnayan to wear outside as it kept the internal body temperature at a decent degree unless there was a blizzard.
  
  After leaving the only place he knew as home for the first time and no one accepting him into a part time job in the village, Jin decided to sneak his way into a wagon that was on it's way to the capital city. Luckily, the entire way there he was able to keep silent so the driver would not be aware of his presence. The trip was long through the frozen tundra but with any luck, he finally reached the capital city. From here, he was able to at least attempt to blend in with the crowd and learn about the rest of the nation through conversations people had with one another and advertisements posted on walls all around.
  Believing that the people here were just going to treat him the same way if they found out that he was from a different nation even if he couldn't remember where it was he was born or who his own family was, he was quick to head to the military signups where he had to fill out an application and one of the requirements was to put where he was born. He put Snezhnaya. After turning in the application and being questioned about his residence since he left that part blank, he informed the recruiter that he did not have anywhere to go. This almost immediately got him a spot into the military.
  
  The years were tough after this, training in the tundra and being put through environmental conditions that were near bone breaking as well as combat simulators that any ordinary person could lose their life in. Even so, Jin seemed to had been at the top of his class, making all of the other cadets look like guinea pigs or simply children on a playground. This of course spiked anger in the other cadets and caused many of them to eventually plot against him to get him killed in the next training when they had to go into the tundra. As expected, since all the other cadets were against him, their plot had succeeded and they ended up trapping Jin into a ravine by 'accident' and it had just so happened that a wild beast was dwelling down there. All of the superiors at the time were waiting for the cadets to return since their training was to survive the tundra together and return to camp to show that they were able to work together.
  It was at this moment that Jin's vision had awakened as a ring over his right index finger. Holding out his hand to the beast before him in fear, the creature was quickly frozen over in an instant followed by a massive claymore of ice impaling it into the ground.
  
  The other cadets that had seen this were in shock and awe that Jin was actually had a vision. Though, with the awakening of his vision, the ravine became unstable causing the others to leave him behind. Buried under the snow and ice, he was forced to find a way out while trapped in the ravine. Luckily, he eventually found his way out and back to camp after hours of of traversing. Being alone in the tundra and just awakening his vision and finally being able to find his way back by himself was proof enough for the superiors to promote him out of the rank of cadet and straight into the ranks of the Fatui.
  After becoming an official member of the Fatui military, he was sent on missions all over the nation, whether it was bodyguarding or capturing criminals. Slowly but surely, he finally gained enough rank and trust that his missions started taking him all throughout Teyvat. This was also where he started to begin seeing the true dark side of the Fatui and how corrupt they were outside of Snezhnaya. Attempting to believe that it was only the selected few people he had seen, when he had returned to the nation to questions the motives of some of these other agents to the superiors, his concerns were pushed aside and he was told strictly to just follow orders or else. Arguing back against his superiors on the spot, before his execution on the spot, the entire nation shook and trembled violently only for word to spread almost instantly about the death of the Cyro Archon; The Tsaritsa. Hearing this and now knowing about the fact that the Fatui were more corrupt than they were first believed to be, he fled the room and made sure to leave the nation.
  
  Ever since then, he has been traveling Teyvat in search of where he was born and his family. All while attempting to foil any plans the Fatui ever might have that he deems corrupt.
  
• 
  Extra
  - He has a strong appreciation of flowers. He carries around a book that has preserved pressed flowers in it, each flower is from a different part of the world and is different.
  - Although he knows how to mix drinks, he tends not to drink them unless they are non-alcoholic. He loves testing out different ingredients to make new drinks.
  - He carries around with him a portal stove and cooks with whatever ingredients he may find or had carried with him at the time.
  - He carries around a kitten that tends to either sit on his head or in his shirt pocket at all times. He is overly protective of the kitten. The kitten's name is Yuki.
  

 

[Ambiloquous]

CIPALI

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• NAME

  Cipali of the Xochizal
  

  NICKNAMES

  Cici, Cili, Juvelo’s Sculptor
  

  AGE

  28
  

  GENDER

  Male
  
  

  RACE

  Half-Yahui
  Known to exhibit the head and limbs of a crocodile and the shell of a tortoise, the monstrous Yahui can block most spears and arrows by using their near-impenetrable shell and passably tough scales. Unfortunately, Cipali has inherited none of those features, save for the topaz claws of his mother. Yahui bone, claws and teeth are traditionally made of nonmetallic minerals in the vicinity of their birth, but there have been unusual exceptions. In Cipali’s case, his mother’s choice was Flare Topaz, a variety of precious stone that flickers red-orange near heat as if it contains an internal flame.
  
  

  HOMELAND

  Natlan
  
  

  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES

  
  Instead of protein-based nails on his fingers, he sports claw-like topaz protrusions filed for sculpting use, taking advantage of the high resistance to scratching and breakage. If he wears sandals or goes barefoot, one can see much of the same, just in their natural shape due to not wanting to carve with his feet. On his back is a stylized tortoise shell tattoo with icons symbolizing important events in his life drawn into each scute. Many plates are kept empty for future occurrences, and the tattoo itself is inked with turquoise linework.
  
  

  ARTIST

  Ichi_Asakura
• INHERITED ARCHON

  The Pyro Archon
  

  VISION

  Pyro
  
  

  WEAPON

  Huizilin No. 1, No. 2
  In view of the fact that his topaz claws were modified into a form suitable for sculpting, and he doesn’t particularly want to move back to the average sculptor’s toolkit, he would rather not ruin them with direct combat. While Flare Topaz is one of the hardest known minerals, in a fight between vision-holders, they may still crack from the force of the elements or an enchanted weapon. It took a while of switching between feasible and infeasible weapons before he settled on simple weighted ankle rings to intensify the strength of his kicks and other leg-related attacks. Huizilin No. 1 and 2 are made of platinum-gold alloy, with a simple unlocking mechanism under the smooth surface that appears to have no gaps.
  
  

  CONSTELLATION

  Ardens Solis

  “Ardent Sun”
  
  

  VISION ABILITIES

  
  
  Blazing Salvo
  Cipali strikes with a series of three rapid physical attacks, each imbued with Pyro energy and lashing out with spurts of extreme heat and light. While it can be any combination of kicks or techniques, he usually starts off with a side kick, then transitions to a hook kick aimed at the head and concludes with a leg lock or crescent kick.
  
  Wheel of the Sun
  An arc of golden orange flame is drawn using an aerial kick and thrown outwards as a ranged attack in the direction it points. After the action, those same golden orange flames are applied to the soles of Cipali’s feet and all movements are lightened and blows are strengthened by a small fraction for the duration of five minutes. As the ability nears its end, the weight adjusting effect increases in intensity until he is close to hovering over the ground and his kicks are doubled in force.
  
  Clawed Inferno
  The creatures he has carved into stone are summoned as immovable constructs that spew fire at any target in their vicinity, falling into a circular formation around an appointed place within thirty meters of himself. If he stands in the domain of the statues, he gains claw-like Pyro projections around his feet that lengthen the range of his reach and apply Pyro damage to his attacks. Each successful hit with his claw projections increases the heat of the fire the statues eject, and every miss is a reset of his count. The temperature is determined by the changing colour of flames, beginning from ruby red and ending at a pale yellow-white if he achieves five consecutive strikes. It lasts as long as he can sustain it, and he has only held the final flame stage for a maximum of five minutes and the earliest red flame stage for a total of fifteen.
  
  Warming Dome - Cipali can direct heat to or away from himself within a radius of fifteen meters, with a transparent orange sphere marking his bounds when he utilizes it. More precise control requires concentration and steady attention, but it’s not impossible to do, just time-consuming to maintain.
  
  

  TALENTS

  
  
  Sculpting rock with minor familiarity in hardwood - His usual commissions revolve around beast and champion centerpieces for villagers and town-inhabitants, though his hobby is making tourist trinkets and miniatures for children. The largest piece he’s ever done was a larger than life battle scene for a town plaza, and he found it quite tedious to create.
  
  Directing blockheads and pulling idiots out of trouble - This is specifically directed towards his brother and his best friend, both of which he marvels at how he hasn’t broken off all relations with yet.
  
  Metzpo - A martial art that prizes legwork above all else to a handicapped degree, with a multitude of kicks, leg sweeps, leg locks and kneeing techniques. Methods that employ the upper body consist largely of ways to dodge or block blows, and the few actively attacking approaches are chiefly used when the legs are down.
• PERSONALITY

  
  A sedate and unflappable character in first impressions, Cipali appears every bit the reliable son, brother and friend. In almost all situations, he’s the one to pull back when activities get a little too risky, warn others when they act impetuously and take charge when nobody else will. He’s been jokingly called “dull as a rock”, “as adventurous as an elder with arthritis” and “stimulating as day-old flatbread” by those he’s close with, though he personally doesn’t much mind such descriptors.
  
  When one becomes a little more familiar with him, they’ll realize he views the world in a way that often clashes with his staid demeanor. A supporter of action before words, there are times when what he believes to be a very rational course of action will be the result of a great leap of logic to the people around him. He never dawdles on decisions, nor does he allow himself to wallow in incompetence, so his atmosphere of constant motion can be a little overwhelming at times.
  
  Inconsistent to his surface disposition, he has a temper like simmering magma beneath the earth, slow-acting and waiting for its moment to erupt. Every fault and issue is compressed into a little mental vessel until it can be compressed no more, and when his fury finally rears its ugly head, few things can halt his volcanic outburst. His family has learned to let it run its course, to reason with Cipali after the release of emotion.
  
  

  HISTORY

  
  Before meeting Cipali’s mother, his father was a granite merchant with small dreams of modest wealth and not much to his name — the only boast he could make of his person was that he was the distant relative of a Sinjoro, though he saw the other no more than once a year. He wasn’t the smartest, the bravest, nor the strongest of his family, and if he was, he likely wouldn’t have managed to become the husband of a Yahui. His sense of humour was what attracted Yecna the Sun-Witch, bored, long-lived monster as she was. He was one of the few things in Teyvat that made her smile, and that ability elevated him to the position of prized possession, then friend, and finally, lover.
  
  Within months of their marriage, Yecna gave birth to a rambunctious and lively baby boy. He was so rambunctious that by the time she was pregnant again, she dearly wished for a serene girl — someone the opposite of her existing son. She had plans to raise the perfect daughter, someone sweet, considerate and able to wrangle her dreaded brother. The once-fearless Yahui even had the name and interior decor all planned out for the new child. Fate regrettably resolved to go against her desires and gifted her another baby boy. Rather disappointed with another son, she named him in the same vein as his brother, Ayochin, and decided to raise both children with a stricter hand.
  
  Cipali grew up with a brother who had an endless amount of chatter to throw at the wider world and because of it, became quite adverse to the idea of speaking more than was needed. Instead of the older brother taking care of the younger like was expected in conventional households, it was Cipali who regularly had to drag Ayochin away from questionable forms of entertainment and cover up for his well-meaning misdeeds. But it wasn’t as if his days were entirely terrible either. The levity created by such misadventures made up for some of the consequences, though Cipali was still often exhausted by his brother’s seemingly unending supply of energy.
  
  He was an adolescent when the Pyro Archon suddenly expired, but the bustling town of Juvelo wasn’t affected considerably save for more guards boasting about defeating mutated monsters after the event and keeping a tighter lock on mercantile paths. The Archon had never interfered with the masses, so his passing only created a hubbub in particularly persistent followers of the dying Cuezatleta faith.
  
  It was also during this time that he found his true calling through an unlikely friendship. By chance, he had encountered the son of his father’s business partner as he was eyeing jewels for his mother’s birthday and was accused of stealing valuables. The boy was egotistic, opinionated and reminded him of all the worst facets of his brother: being overly verbose when the situation didn’t call for it and obstinately believing what he wanted to, no matter the evidence shown. It was only when a neighbouring vendor came out to help him out that the boy dropped his unfounded allegations and apologized reluctantly.
  
  He thought that they would never see each other again, but lo and behold, a couple days later, he was re-introduced to the boy — Komerajo — by his father. It was an instance of surprise and distaste for both of them, and the second encounter ended on another bad note. As the two were forced together by business events and family-set meetings, their mutual dislike refashioned itself into a bickering friendship over time. It was a slow, stone-grinding process with multiple bumps along the way, and Cipali often feels that he would have been better off without it if not for one little thing.
  
  Since Komerajo’s family company worked alongside artists and jewellers to construct pieces to decorate homes and the people living in them, Cipali was introduced to the production processes early on, and a great interest in him grew for the practice of rock shaping. He wasn’t one to wait for some arbitrary right timing to start on a new profession, so when he figured out his preferences, he immediately asked to be apprenticed to one of the sculptors there. His master predicted that his hard work and unflinching need to reach proficiency would take him far in the area of sculpting, and indeed her forecast came true.
  
  As a young adult, he had gained a reputation for the exacting perfection he applied to every commission, and had a fair bit of money saved up for material upgrades to his workspace so that he could start on grander projects. But it seemed that career success wasn’t enough for his family, intrusive busybody as his father tended to be. The aging worrier had started fretting over his romantic prospects — if he even wanted romance in the first place — since he knew his son had a one-track mind, and that one-track mind urged him to become a master sculptor first before acting on anything so defining as a relationship. Ayochin had been married by the time he was twenty and was already expecting a child from his wife, which definitely didn’t help as a comparison.
  
  Once Cipali arrived at his late twenties, his father had luckily given up on his quest to find The Right In-Law after some convincing from his mother, who now believed in free-range parenting after the hardships that came with trying to raise her eldest son. By then, he had spent years sculpting and sharpening his skill, and he had grown into a sculptor possessing a respectable amount of fame. Visits from family and his niece especially were enjoyable breaks in the monotony of chipping stone flakes off a block, and while his goal was still out of his capabilities, he was satisfied with what he had achieved so far. His austere lifestyle hadn’t changed in about ten-some years, but he wouldn’t be opposed to touching the sculpting heights he had dreamed of and moving to another passion for a change of pace.
  
  

  EXTRA

  Ayochin was the brain behind most of the nonsensical leg-related weapons, and Komerajo was the gleeful sponsor looking on with schadenfreude as Cipali was forced to try wonders like the toe chain and the pebble-shooting sandal.

 

[explosiveKitten]

Name:
Juniper Kätzlein

Age:
21 years old

Gender:
Cisgender Female

Race:
Kätzlein.

Homeland:
Springfield, Monstadt

Distinguishing Markings/Scars:
Like the rest of her bloodline, Juniper bears the feline features of any other Kätzlein family member: Brown tabby cat ears, and a brown tabby tail. But due to a more concentrated genes she has more feline features- a cat-like nose, sharp teeth, long pointed nails.

Vision:
Hydro

Weapon Name:
Spring Fairy’s Strife - Catalyst

Weapon Description:

A bright blue, leather-bound tome which features a fairy tale version of the namesake fae creature contained within a caricature of an oval-shaped, filigreed mirror.

Vision Abilities:
-Hydro Jet
Her basic attack. Exactly what you may think, her basic attack is send a concentrated blast of water at an opponent with the power of a power washer. Charging this power makes the water pressure increase, making it completely capable of punching directly through stone.

-Cat’s Evasion
When it rains, her running speed increases as well as attack power. But only when it rains.

-Kätzlein Fury
The burst attack where she summons a snake of water, that forms into a large cat paw that attacks enemies within reach by slamming on the ground. This does AOE Hydro damage. Great for crowd control.

Talents:
-She has cat-like grace.
-Loves horseback riding.
-Fastest runner in Springfield
-Booksmart
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Personality:
Mostly shy and demure, Juniper tries to keep to herself for the most part. Sure, she can be friendly when she wants to be, and is definitely a very sweet young woman, but she is most certainly an introvert above everything else. She is smart, bookish. She spends an awful lot of her spare time reading books about the different nations of Teyvat, dreaming of traveling the world to see the sights, maybe even go to Sumeru to get a real education. But for now, she was just Monstadt's resident mail lady.

History:
Juniper is a born and raised Monstadt citizen. Born to the unique Kätzlein family in Monstadt's own Springfield, which was, admittedly, a lot smaller at the time this story takes place. Nothing more than just a small settlement of farmers and hunters.

Juniper lived with her mother and father, working the fields, playing with other kids, just your average, run of the mill life. At around 16 years old she took up horseback riding, which enabled her to become what she is today- Monstadt’s resident mail lady! She runs a sort-of pony express between the different settlements that are scattered around Monstadt. Because of this she’s actually fairly well known around Monstadt. If you need something transported quick around the country, Juniper’s Mail Service is the best choice for the job.

 

[RandomBlobMan]

His skin and hair is the tone of fiery red and yellow, turning to red and black when low on pyro energy. His iris is the shade of yellow.
His outfit is the mix of yellow, blue, black, white and red.

Name:
Sari

Age:
920

Gender:
N/A(appearance leans to masculine)

Race:
Evolved Slime

Homeland:
Monstadt

Distinguishing Markings/Scars:
N/A

Vision:
Pyro Slime

Weapon Name:
Reforged Ore

Weapon Description:
Once a long forgotten weapon returned to a crude shape, burnt and molten into a weapon with pyro energy. Its insides melted away, caving in like a flute. While it can act as a good conductor for all elements, due to its long exposure to pyro energy it deals with pyro the best.
A one handed sword

Vision Abilities:
When Sari has surplus pyro energy in himself he will be Charged, his hair flaming and eyes and body glowing.
When Sari has enough pyro energy in himself he will be Temperate, his usual and normal form.
When Sari has insufficient pyro energy in himself he will be Exhausted, shrinking in size and will not be able to use pyro energy efficiently until he absorbs more.
He is resistant to attacks of pyro element, and can absorb the element's energy to charge himself. He can even absorb pyro element shield with low efficiency if he makes contact with it.

[Elemental Skill]
Steel Melting Claw
Sari forms a bow and arrow out of pyro energy and fires a shot. The arrow explodes with pyro energy upon contact. Sari can use the explosion to propel himself into the air.

[Elemental Burst]
Lantern Lights of the Peach Blossom Hills
Sari bursts his outer shell around him to form a healing aura of pyro, healing himself and ones around him as the burst shell forms shapes of transparent blossoming peach trees. Sari becomes faster but is more vulnerable with less protection around him.

Talents:
cooking

Personality:
Sari is generally a quiet individual. After a long time of separation from civilization, he had forgotten most of his knowledge of communicating with others. He's also out of date with the technology and culture of people, easily surprised with the modern exploits of humanity that many enjoy(especially in Fontaine and Snezhnaya). Naturally, Sari is eager to explore the new world that he never got to see.
As he wore his mask in front of people most of the times with a few exceptions, Sari's expressions are quite honest. He is used to having the mask to conceal his expressions, so he hardly puts effort into keeping his face tame. You can read his face like a book.

History:
Back in the early days, Sari was but a simple, small pyro slime that knew nothing but to burn bright. Running away from Hilichuurls, hiding from people, Sari grew in size over time. Sometimes dumb luck, sometimes with his pea brain intelligence, the little slime grew and grew until one day, it gained sentience. More years passed as he learned to control his elemental powers. But the biggest turning point in his life was yet to come.
On a rainy day, Sari was taking shelter from the rain when a mysterious figure approached him. It was a human, holding great interest in his existence. The figure named him, and taught him the basics of human language. They met every now and then after that chance encounter, and soon grew to be close friends. The figure sometimes took him to the city of Mondstadt with a disguise, showing him the human civilization. Having seen the castle as the first civilization he'd ever seen, Sari considered it like his home. Even after he traveled around the seven kingdoms with the figure, he still considered Mondstadt his home.
The figure never taught Sari their name- even until the day they died. Sari was out for a walk in the Galesong Hills when he saw a group of hilichuurls dancing around a campfire, led by an abyss mage. When Sari got there after they left, he found tattered pieces of clothing the figure was wearing, and they were never seen again. Assuming the hilichuurls have done it, Sari drove them off and built a small grave in a remote spot. For the next few decades, Sari traveled around Teyvat fighting the hilichuurls around human settlements- rescuing strangers from the threat many times but mostly concentrating on dealing with the monsters themselves. People who witnessed the flames day or night told tales of a mysterious fire protecting them, and it turned into an old fairy tale of Mondstadt.
Sari's anger died out after decades of hunting down Hilichuurls and abyss mages. He wore a mask and clothes to blend in with the humans, and spent more time traveling and meeting new people. There were many, some good, some bad, some in between. Until one day, he went up to the Dragonspine mountain and disappeared from plain sight for a long time. It was a long time of meditation and training separated from the world. When he emerged again, he witnessed the deaths of the Archons. Teyvat was plunged into chaos.
Sari returned to Mondstadt to aid its citizens, wearing the same old mask just like when he drove the hilichuurls away centuries ago.

Extra:

 

[Arcanist]

• Basics
• Weapons and Abilities
• Personal Background

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  Saguaro Magdi
  

  

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  Age: 28
  
  Gender: Non-binary (They/Them)
  
  Race: Human
  
  Appearance Details: Stands at 5'8, white hair, blue eyes. Lost their right eye and keeps this hidden under their hair or by the black lens in their glasses. They wear their Dendro vision where their cape clips together.
  
  Homeland: Sumeru
  
  Inherited Archon: N/A
  
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  Vision: Dendro
  
  Weapon Name: Nature’s Hymn
  
  Weapon Description:
  
  
  
  
  
  Saguaro owns two chakrams, both of which have a grip in the middle for them to hold. For size reference, when holding them, the outer ring reaches their elbow.
  
  Vision Abilities:
  
  [Charged Attack] Stunning Bouquet - Saguaro holds their chakrams at their sides, and begins spinning them in an upwards flurry at foes. At the end of their flurry, they release a burst of Dendro flowers to stun their foes.
  
  [Elemental Attack] Bitter Kiss - Saguaro, either in conjunction with their passive or without, can summon a Venus Fly Trap to breathe a green venomous air towards foes that will naturally deplete enemies of their health over a short period of time. Any that provoke or attack it are victim to a snap. When used in conjunction with their passive, Saguaro can make the Venus Fly Trap appear behind or beside enemies for quick application of that venomous air.
  
  [Elemental Burst] Overgrowth - Saguaro summons the roots, stems, and vines of all plantlife around them to create a dome around them and their foes. Once the dome is completed, Saguaro moves with grace and purpose, controlling the vines and roots with the movement of their chakrams, sending them hurtling towards enemies to impale and whip them at a high speed. Depending on the size of the dome made, their burst ends once the dome has been deconstructed with the vines being thrown at enemies, and enemies are affected with the Dendro element status for a short period of time.
  
  [Passive]: Greenthumb - Saguaro, by touching other plantlife such as vines, roots, flowers, as a few examples, can detect movements and vibrations in the earth in areas beyond them. Plantlife must be rooted in the ground for them to use their senses and they can no longer detect vibrations if they lose connection with plantlife (i.e. if its destroyed or they stop touching it).
  
  Talents:
  Gardening
  Barista skills
  Book smart
  Knowledge of plantlife
  Tea readings
  Adaptable
  Quick thinker
  Charlatan
  Pretty good at getting into places you normally can’t get into xo
  
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  Personality:
  
  Saguaro is dedicated to their research and seeking out knowledge throughout Teyvat. Fascination and curiosity drive them most of all, present in them since the Fall of the Archons began to have an adverse effect on their environment and their world. They are equally as fascinated by differing cultures and places, and certainly aren’t adverse to trying new things. However, they’re more highly aware of dangers than any other, and takes careful measures to ensure not only their own safety, but the safety of others around them.
  
  Saguaro will never leave a project undone, and if anything, hyperfixates on one project before moving to another. Notes and research dedicated to said projects are always neatly organised and somewhere they can grab them easily, and they’re known for very rarely missing a trick. They’re known to work long hours into the night simply to finish writing a hypothesis or thought.
  
  From their time spent working in one of Sumeru’s coffeehouses and conversing with the various scholars and sages who frequented there, they adore having high debates and intellectual conversation with others. Saguaro does love to lead conversation, and as such, can be seen as overbearing. Saguaro exudes a charming and relaxed air around them, a strange air of casualness and simplicity for one with the high status of one of Sumeru’s brilliant scholars. Some have claimed their accent and dialect shifts slightly, though Saguaro denies any and all claims of such a thing.
  
  Though Saguaro comes off as a charmer and someone who enjoys conversation, their actual retention of interest in others comes down to whether or not they share the same goals or interests. Saguaro is like to drift away, even though they will extend a helping hand and concern to other people. It takes a lot of work to keep Saguaro onboard with others, especially in trusting others. Knowledge is power, and knowing secrets is a dangerous thing.
  
  History:
  
  Saguaro stands as a testament to their position. Currently one of the top leading and youngest professors at the Sumeru Academia, they have since been lecturing in plant science as well as taking a personal interest in anthropology. Not many know much about their background, only that they had arrived at the academy in their late teens and began studying, before going on to make significant gains in research in how plantlife and the environment has been affected after the Fall of the Archons.
  
  Their past is kept close to their chest for good reason. Originally raised in a band of treasure hoarders, Saguaro’s beginnings were less than stellar. They knew plenty of the thievery and the crimes their little band had committed over the years. They had gone along with the shenanigans and the general crimes and plunderings they had committed over the years, until the Fall of the Archons had steered Saguaro’s interest away to something different entirely at 11.
  
  Plantlife had started to dwindle within Sumeru itself. Flowers struggled to grow, medicinal effects in plants dwindled, and the deserts seemed more arid than they had previously. This phenomena fascinated Saguaro, to the point where they began to note all these changes they saw.
  
  Curiosity kills the cat, or so they say, as Saguaro’s exploration eventually led them into some trouble. In researching a bed of dying flowers, they ended up facing a mutated Whopperflower, where they were hit by its poisonous thorns across their right eye. It was a miracle that Saguaro had even survived the encounter, but in their pursuit for answers, their eye had been lost to infection. Though, with something lost, something else was gained. A vision, specifically Dendro, had been found covering their lost eye.
  
  Things seemed to change when it came to Saguaro’s new vision. Their previous family seemed to either look on them with jealousy, or see them as some sort of new Mora making machine. They spoke of replicating it, for visions held a high price, especially in these tumultuous times. The catalyst seemed to be the suggestion of taking the vision and passing it on. From then, Saguaro grabbed what Mora they could and ran.
  
  They eventually ended up in Sumeru, and claimed they had no prior memory of where they came from, who their family were, essentially erasing their past. Much of their time was spent trying to earn enough to survive on the streets, before they wound up getting a job in a local coffeehouse. Here, the meeting of scholars and sages to speak of enlightening and intellectual topics. At first, they had insisted on keeping their head down and simply work hard. Though, they could not help themselves by getting involved in intellectual debates with customers.
  
  This behaviour didn’t go unnoticed by the head of the Magdi clan, a family of well-to-do and proficient scholars. After a number of weeks listening - and even speaking with Saguaro - it was eventually decided by the head, Akilah, that they would be integrated into the Magdi clan, who gave them a roof over their head, sustenance, and an education to truly allow Saguaro to shine and show off the potential they saw in them. They eventually found themselves at Sumeru’s grand Academia, where they became one of the Academy’s youngest and highest achieving scholars.
  
  Saguaro, in the previous year, has felt the call of seeking knowledge once again. As the world tries to heal from the disasters plaguing it, they’re basing their research around how specifically the world is healing and how plantlife has mutated and adapted in the changing world of Teyvat. As a result, they have taken research leave from Sumeru’s Academia, and are now travelling parts of the world to collect said research.
  

 

[Danidify]

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[HerculePyro]

Name: Rolf Stradbroke
Age: 79
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Homeland: Mondstadt

Distinguishing Markings/Scars/Appearance: He is missing his pinkie and ring finger off of his left hand and the small chunk connecting them as well as half of his left ear - hides the latter with his hair. Given his elven heritage, Rolf is still technically an adolescent, he is also short for his age and while in elven years he would be considered a late teenager or young adult he is often mistaken for a child at a distance or a girl up close.

Vision: Hydro
Weapon Name: Fisherman - Polearm
Weapon Description:
The handle of an oar with the bones and teeth of a large predatory fish making up the blade, secured by fishing line. It has many ropes and pouches attached to it that contain hooks, bait, tackle and other fishing necessities.

Vision Abilities:
Reach of the deep - Using his vision Rolf can summon a tentacle-like spout of water that will burst out of the ground or smack people. He can spawn one from himself which can pull him out of danger or pull people closer to him like a fishing line.

Sailors Warning - Rolf can focus to make his elemental energy burst, creating a water spout that draws in surrounding foes. The spout is full of hydro mimics of predatory fish and sharks. The mist/churning from the water spout reflect the light appearing almost red like a morning sky.

Talents: Survival, fishing, filleting fish, cooking fish, identifying fish, swimming, sailing.

Personality:
Rolf is cautious, to put it mildly. His upbringing has left him wary of others, so he doesn’t stay in one place too long and when he has to venture into populated areas he is more often staying on the outskirts. He embodies mondstadts city of freedom ideal in that Rolf has no strong ties to keep him in one place, travelling wherever the waters carry him but most often to different fishing sites.

He is most comfortable when he is alongside a body of water, the calming ripple of waves and water aids him in his sleep and is when he is most at ease, more so in freshwaters such as lakes and rivers. He has a great distrust of kingdom soldiers and when he cannot avoid them is often rude and berating, not helped by his youthful appearance often leading him to be confused for a child leading to unwanted assistance or demands.

In contrast, he has a surprisingly good relationship with hilichurls, the simple creatures that they are Rolf, in his time on his own, has improved his mannerisms and knows how to live peacefully with them, often camping in their huts overnight while travelling. Though he is more comfortable with them than kingdom citizens he doesn’t extend his welcome especially in the presence of armoured Lawlachurls, and if abyss agents are present he avoids them at all costs.

History:
Born in a fishing hut on the outskirts of Mondstadt, Rolf has no memory of his parents they died in a sailing accent when he was young. He was raised by an old fisherman that his parents were acquainted with who taught him how to fish, talk, live. He passed before rolf had reached 10 years though and from then on Rolf had to look after himself.
The first time visiting Mondstadt city Rolf was intimidated by the crowds and tall buildings that he’d never seen before, looking scarcely older than a toddler the city guards and the knights of Favonius tried to bring him in, fearing that he had gotten separated from his parents. These strangers trying to grab him terrified Rolf and he fled from them, eventually evading capture and returning home.
He survived primarily through fishing, trading his good with the occasional merchant who wandered past his old rundown hut. Eventually, he lost his house to the weather and Rolf use what sturdy wood remained to fashion a small home on the docked fishing boat that had been long unused.

Older now he was forced to visit mondstadt again to gather materials for sails and spent as little time in the city as possible. Determined to get away from his old home he set sail, looking to travel south to tropical waters. However, poor weather struck him again and he was thrown into the ocean where he nearly lost his hand to a shark. As his consciousness faded his thoughts fell to his parents, lost before he was even aware to a similar incident and Rolf was determined to survive. The water itself seemed to reach up and pull him back onto his boat holding the mast firm and getting him out of the storm.

Bleeding out from the wound on his hand he made it to a fishing village north of liyue where his hand was bandaged up. The parade of questions that struck him, caused Rolf to depart the very next day, now aware of the glowing blue vision attached to his belt.

Following that night, Rolf felt a new sense of determination. One to survive unlike those who raised him, to travel with the current and go where it led him. He became more willing to visit civilisations though he never stayed long. The thought of unique and unknown fish was his primary motive for travel, as well as the ever-present sense of flow that guided Rolfs movement.

Extra: He cooks a mean barramundi curry

 

[TheImmortalDeity]

Name
Anom Astrium
| Palm Reader |
“Creepy Hand Guy”

Age
22

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Homeland
Inazuma

Appearance
Anom stands at a satisfactory 5’9 that is accompanied by an ever-present slouch. He tends to dress in dyes of white and blue, but when running low on mora, he will wear just about anything he can get his hands on. Many have commented on his snow-white hair or his heterochromatic eyes, but his response is always that he was simply “born with it”. After an accident dating back to his childhood, he is also seen with a cross-shaped scar that rests underneath his left eye. His Vision is positioned just below the collar bone, fastened by a chain around the neck.

Vision
Hydro

Weapon
“Book”, or as the peddler he received it from referred to it as “Dei Ira”. An ornate tome that is illuminated in a gentle blue shimmer, as if to boast its affinity to the elements. It encaptures an unsettling visage, beholding an unnerving symbol of an eye as if to insinuate a more sinister past. According to Anom’s research, the man that sold it to him said, and he quotes: “It’s totally not evil in any way, my man. Something so pretty could never be a bad omen. Now cough over the mora.”

Vision Abilities
Normal Attack: “Backhand”
With a lax flick of his wrist, orbs of water propel themselves at Anom’s enemies. If charged, signified by the clenching of his fist, a pair of watery hands emerge from underneath a target, temporarily engulfing them and then exploding, dealing AoE Hydro DMG in a short range.
Elemental Skill: “Second-hand Healer”
Much like a child in a karate movie, Anom punches the air in front of him, forming a fist of water that homes in on a single target. On impact, the fist dissipates into a shower of droplets that gradually heal any nearby allies. The continuous heal is indicated by a handprint that is located on a comrade’s chest.
Elemental Burst: “You’re Under A-wrist!”
Anom beseeches the guidance of the Hydro Archon, clapping his hands together and summoning a translucent bubble extending in a 10ft radius around himself. Any enemies within this bubble sustain a defensive debuff as well as a slow debuff, caused by liquid sigils in the shape of hands that are temporarily seared over an enemies’ eyes. Hydro-based enemies, while still sustaining lowered defense, are not affected by the slow debuff, as water does not hinder their vision.
Mage Art: “Force Palm”
Using his hydro Vision, Anom finishes his combo with an orb of water shaped in an open hand that slams down on an enemy from above.

Talents
Palm Reading
While Anom personally believes his readings to be fraudulent and ridden with nonsensical mumbo jumbo, many of those that have received said readings have reported accurate insight and favorable outcomes. Of course, Anom is well aware that anyone looking to get their palms read is most likely a nutcase, to begin with.

Haggle Warrior
A penny pincher in the truest sense, Anom is capable of lowering the price of mora it takes to create or enhance any catalyst-based weapon. This is due to his innate ability to have an extensive hour-long argument that ultimately ends in a negligible discount on said item. It’s likely this could extend to other forms of commerce, but he has never had the time or care to try it.

Personality

Spoiler: Talk to tha hand, gurlfrand.

The perfect word to sum up Anom is “unenthusiastic”. As someone that has long lost any and all forms of ambition and drive, he hopes to carelessly float through life doing as minimal as possible. Anom’s ideal is to be swimming in mora without needing to lift a finger. He also views himself as a con artist, his knack for palm readings acting as a conduit to swindle star-struck buffoons into handing over their hard-earned mora. His least favorite type of people is those with insufferable righteous conduct and optimists.

History

Spoiler: Pay the mora fee before reading.

Anom grew up in Inazuma as an orphan. He lived on the streets for as long as he can remember, and whenever someone attempted to take him in, he left soon after, as to not grow attached. He spent his childhood scavenging for scraps, buttering up the locals for candy, and stealing books from the Narukami Publishing House to learn more about the outside world. This livelihood only worsened when Inazuma had suffered from the catastrophe, the chaos of losing parts of their city to the sky, and the silence of their beloved Archon leaving little room for the pity of a street urchin.

His interest in books is what led him to take up palm reading. Stumbling on a beginner’s guide written by an author from a far-off land, Anom was enamored by the mysticality of the practice, spending much of his time learning the ins and outs of the art. He had hoped to one day possibly find the reason as to why his parents had abandoned him; why his fate dictated him to be alone. However, that divination never came, and he has been unable to read his own destiny to this day, much to his chagrin.

The day he was blessed with his Vision was rather lackluster. It happened during the first palm reading he did that was for someone other than himself. Vivid imagery had filled his mind, as if handing him the answer to their questions, and as he opened his eyes, the Vision lay within his hands. Anom doesn’t remember what he had told the person, nor whether or not the divination turned out to be true or helpful, but he does remember the overwhelming sense of disappointment that a god would ever waste their time rewarding a nobody like himself. They were a real dunce if you asked him.

Presently, Anom found himself disliking the constant pressure of obtaining a diligent work ethic enforced by Orobashi’s regime, which directly contradicted his mantra of laziness. Going against his principles, Anom decided to test his fate, becoming a stowaway on a random vessel that he had no inkling of its destination. Sneaking out once they had docked, he now traverses unknown lands in the hopes of finding a paradise that supports his lazy needs.

Extra
He doesn’t actually have a hand fetish.​