Character Sign-Ups

[sorrow made you]

Link to old CS's can be found here:


https://www.rpnation.com/forum/819-old-character-sheets/


Please keep in mind the Notes at the top of the Characters Forum. You can find these in the forum BEFORE you click on this thread. However, I will also post them here.

• You may make multiple characters, but you MUST have 5 posts from each character IC before you can make a new one.
  
• Anime/Illustrated/Drawn pictures only. No images of real people, photographed or photoshopped.
  
• You may only select ONE FIELD OF EXPERTISE (if your character has two previously, contact T A K E N O B U and we will discuss options).
  
• All characters MUST be human. Sorry, no daemons or daemon hybrids.
  
• Your character doesn't necessarily need to be part of the Dark Chapter, but it helps immensely (most interactions will be within the Dark Chapter)
  
• The world outside of San Circa is vague and nameless, but to add flavor, you may mention hometowns/homelands.
  
• Keep in mind, this is a very European area. San Circa is similar to London, and the Vatican is still in the equivalent of Rome.
  
• PLEASE take lore and theme into consideration when making your characters. Do not just plug in a character and hope it fits (try to integrate it into the setting, at least).
  
• Make what YOU will find enjoyable to play.
  

 

[sorrow made you]

Character Sheet






 


Note! You don't have to stylize your CS at all. Just fill out the info as much as you can. DO NOT use the old CS here. Please use the NEW CS!


 






Character Name:


Alias/Nickname:


Age:


Gender:


Height:


Body Type: (thin, muscular, portly, etc)


Rank: (Indocto, Milites, Regimen, Sacerdo, Venator, Deos Sacerdotem)


Field of Expertise: (Ensis, Tempesta, Exorcismo, Domare)


Weapon (main):


Weapon (secondary):


Equipment: (doesn't have to me combat related, but whatever your character regularly carries with them)


Appearance: (link picture)


Appearance Description: (write out parts of appearance that we don't see in the picture. Maybe altercations to their uniform, scars or markings)


Personality: (paragraph form or list form, but you must describe them in more than a few words)


Likes: (at least 5)


Dislikes: (at least 5)


Aspirations: (at least 2)


Fears: (at least 2)


History: (your character's backstory up until present time. Can be in paragraph form or list form, but you must give depth and details)


Other: (any other facts or information that you have about your character. This is optional)

 

[yoikes]

I'm done~!


Character Name: Iris Sescelsia


Alias/Nickname: Iris, Sescelsia


Age: 24


Gender: Female 


Height: 5' 6"


Body Type: Curvy


Rank: Regimen


Field of Expertise: Exorcismo (Specialized in support (like casting protections), defending and healing)


Weapon (main): Pastoral Staff / Crosier


Weapon (secondary): A few cans of holy water, a small thurible carefully kept inside a black leather box with a few small bag of incense, a pocket lighter.


Equipment: A notebook full of hymns and important verses, prayers, and notes in case she forgot. She kept her secondary weapon in a thigh pack.


Appearance:


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Appearance Description: A canine bite mark on her left shoulder


Personality: 


Iris's bright personality might be too bright for several people, who will see her as obnoxiously loud. Not that she can be blamed for that, as she loves befriending people! She always wanted to know as many people as possible, building relations and connections. Is that a new recruit? Hi, how are you! Is that a Tempesta from another branch? Hi, nice to meet you!


And when Iris started a conversation or joined in one, she will keep it alive. Telling stories and throwing in jokes, starting a new topic when the last one ended (In the other side, this chatty side of her probably contribute on her ability to talk faster than average people).


But despite all the brightness and positivism, Iris is very scared. No, not of the Daemons. She is scared of losing someone else again, losing her home again. She worries about little things, hesitant about making a decision, and making a huge fuss over a small problem and stressed own self. "Is that a slash wound? AREYOUOKAYISITHURTDOYOUWANTMETOHEALYOU?!"


This resulted in her selflessness, borderline self-sacrificial, especially during combat. She prioritizes everyone before herself. Safety, health, well-being, etc. The team comes first, before herself.


Likes:

• People in general.
  
• Singing.
  
• Learning / studying something new.
  
• The Chapter
  
• Finishing a mission with her team where no one gets injured.
  

Dislikes: 

• Daemons, especially ones that shaped like a wolf.
  
• Reckless people who are stupid enough to charge the enemy head on.
  
• Feeling powerless/Being unable to help when she had too.
  
• Alcohol, she's a weak drinker and very worried that she might get drunk in public.
  
• Being in a situation that she cannot control or predict even for just a little bit.
  

Aspirations:

• Protecting her new family from harm and danger, no matter what.
  
• Becoming stronger, so that she can give a better support and protection out in the field.
  

Fears:

• Becoming weak, being unable to support and protect her friends and the people around her.
  
• Death. The past still traumatized her, she is scared of thinking of what could happen if the worse ever happens and had wake up at the middle of a night from nightmares of thinking of what happen if the death was indirectly caused by her impotence.
  

History: 


There is nothing that she loves more than listening to her father preaching,and her mother's music and how beautiful her brother and sister sounded when they sang together. Iris was born to a family of a priest, and the small church is what she called her home (Her family lives in a small house behind the church as they are also the take carer of the building). Iris never asked much in life, her prayers are always filled with gratitude. She slept under a roof, ate warm food and blessed with such a kind and caring parents and two loving older siblings. But in a cruel twist of fate, she lost everything.


Which, sadly, she doesn't even remember. She only remembered the rain, the fire, and the wolf howling. She woke up in a medical ward owned by the Chapter. She was lucky, they told her. That is all, they never mention what actually happened or what happened to the rest of the family. And Iris never asked. Somehow, she just... knew. Her scar and vague memory told her more than enough.


With nowhere to go, no place to return and no one to take care of her, Iris asked to be allowed to enter the Dark Chapter. The Chapter hesitates, but Iris convinced them by presenting and demonstrating her knowledge of prayers and verses and hymns.


The Chapter is now her new home, and Iris is trying to create another 'family' for herself.
 


Other:

• She has a deep, resonant singing voice. But because she is not confident on her singing skill, she rarely sang outside mission/battle.
  
• Iris disliked the uniform given by the Chapter, complaining that it is too big and too hot to wear. So she modified it into something that will not hamper her movement and looked a little bit more stylish.
  

 

[Tobi Naefaerne]

Character Name: Saverio Pascarella


Alias/Nickname:


Age: 24


Gender: Male


Height: 6'0"


Body Type: Athletic


Rank: Regimen


Field of Expertise: Tempesta


Weapon (main): Recurve bow


Weapon (secondary): Revolvers and Throwing knives


Equipment:


Appearance:

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Appearance Description: Saverio seemingly always has messy hair regardless of the time or occasion, while also boasting a claw mark that runs from the lower left side of his chest to the upper right that he got from a rank 4 lesser demon as a child. Though usually those of his expertise usually don't have too strong/muscular of an upper body, Saverio's constant bow and parkour trainer led to him developing strong back and arm muscles. To accompany his various weapon trainings, there are many cut and piercing scars on his hands as well.


Personality: Saverio often times loses himself in whatever he's focused on, forgetting the world around him if it's something that strikes his fancy to much. That, coupled with his urge to be able to protect everyone he can leads to his extra hours of training that he didn't plan. While out in the field, Saverio goes with his gut feeling over all but basic logic, believing that there's some spirit or higher force guiding him. On top of that, he'll often times fuss over his comrades like a mother hen. While outside of work and during his free time Saverio doesn't spend training, he goes around wherever in search of sweets, or 'interesting' people. During his searchs Saverio will end up doing anything from helping the elderly with heavy objects to entertaining children. Other times he'll strike up a conversation with local shop owners to learn about the local goings-on. If the situation ever arises, Saverio will also attempt to help other members of the Dark Chapter with anything outside of field or paper work.


Likes:

• Sweets
  
• Trinkets from the past
  
• People that stick out from the crowd
  
• Books/History/Scrolls
  
• Observing others.
  

Dislikes:

• Paperwork/Field reports
  
• Doing nothing
  
• Isolation
  
• "Moody" people
  
• Cowardice
  

Aspirations:

• To master both of his parent's fields of expertise
  
• To meet many unique persons
  
• Have a legacy to leave behind to another
  

Fears:

• Cats
  
• Daemons
  
• Failing his team/allies in a time of need.
  

History:


Saverio was born to two Sacerdo Dark Chapter members. Though his early life was happy and care free, Saverio had an idea of his parents profession by the time he learned to speak. To him, his parents were heroes that would fight off monsters. Though he only figured out the 'monster' bit after he learned to read. By the age of five Saverio started showing promise with the bow as he started following his mother around as she would practice, bugging her to show him the basics, hindering her own training at times. Around the same time, Saverio started sneaking around at night to examine his father's seals; though at the time he had no idea what they were or could do, so he never took them to memory till later.


Though, as all good things, his carefree childhood came to an end. A letter had come requesting his parents presence somewhere that Saverio couldn't remember for the life of him. So, as the loyal Chapter members his parents were, the set out on the road, taking Saverio with them. All was going well till a night stop midway through the trip. Though Saverio couldn't see Umbra or Demons, he could feel that something was off, being unable to sleep. Before he knew what was happening, Saverio's parent's had grabbed him out of the place he was sleeping, a large claw mark ripping through where he was. The rest was a blur, his father reciting lines out of one of the tomes Saverio had nosed around in before being cut short. Then his mother was shooting at a target he couldn't see. Several sharp pains then drove across his chest as his voice exploded out of his throat. After that Saverio had passed out.


Waking up a few days later Saverio found himself in a church. He understood what happened after the Father of the church talked to him. From all their reports, Saverio's parents died protecting him, even leaving their personal equipment to him. After about a week of grieving and recovery Saverio came to a decision; he would continue in his parents footsteps. From the wound he had received from what could have only been a higher level lesser demon, Saverio soon figured out he had become Afflicta. As soon as he knew that he bugged the Father of the church that was now his home to allow him into the Dark Chapter. Though Saverio was still young, he showed promise as a Tempesta. Having already started his training with a bow, Saverio would show off his skills with it as proof that he was ready. Though that wasn't enough, so he started learning to throw knives and rocks at targets. After a year and a half, the Father allowed him and began Saverio's general training. With great determination, he made it to Indocto in about two and a half years.


Having already picked his field and been training in it, Saverio made it to Milites by age Thirteen, Saverio started to slow down on his progress. The death of his parents had fueled him thus far, but as time passed, it weighed less and less on him. As his teen years flew by, Saverio got top marks in the Tempesta field. As Saverio reached his twenties he started looking into the profession of Domare. Having held onto the Seals and other items his father left him, though he could only begin to make left and right out of them recently. Even after all his training though, he couldn't fit into the role of a leader for a long time, thus preventing him from rising in rank. Though the Father of his church asked him a few times from the time he reached twenty if Saverio would like to rise in rank, he declined because he was asked in private, and wouldn't get frowned upon if he refused the offer.


A few months ago, the Father decided to ask him in a public place, in a form of toast. Making it so Saverio had to say yes and take a dive. Since then Saverio has said his goodbyes to the Father as there was already a Regimen in the area. So now Saverio has relocated to the San Circa till the time he's given an area and team to lead.


Since being in San Cira, Saverio has been taking part in most of the nightly watches, only missing some because he trained too much during the day. He's taken some steps to familiarize himself with other Chapter members, but he hasn't done anything too out of his way. Mostly Saverio has been burning time till he had a proper team assigned to him. However, some have come to know him by his tenancy to always grab the last of sweets from the kitchens of the church of any given day and the way he'll travel on rooftops rather than the streets.

 

[loyalwolf]

 
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Appearance Description:           
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    Abel is a very skinny and lean person. He comes across extremely young and unassuming. He has vibrate blue eyes and white/pinkish hair. He has two face scars on both sides on his cheeks.  They are very deep and have become very tough scar tissue. He also keeps them bandaged and never speaks about them.  He is missing his left leg because of a demon attack. He follows tradition uniform most of the time other than having an addition book satchel with him. He also tends to wear the uniform very loose and likes having longer wider sleeves.
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Basic infomation
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Character Name: Abel Lazuli
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Alias/Nickname: Lazuli
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Age: 21
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Gender: male
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Height: 5'8
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Body Type: thin and very lean
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skills and combat information
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Rank: Milites
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Field of Expertise: Domare
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Weapon (main): seals and runes
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Weapon (secondary): different herbs, salts, roots and plants
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Equipment: small throwing knives, books, a small pocket watch and a ring with lapis Lazuli as it's a gem. he also has a note book and sketch book. he also has two ally cats that help him and follow his commands, they follow him everywhere.
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 Skills:
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- Gathering information
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- Ability to study and retain the vast majority of academic research
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- Attention to detail (photographic memory)
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-Great communication skills
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-Ability to go undetected
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personality 
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Personality:
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He is very intelligent and knowledgeable, and often gets lost in thought while trying to figure out something new. He is extremely curious about the nature of the World, and works tirelessly to learn whatever there is to know about the world. He is resourceful and dutiful, and quick to help his friends. He good at socializing and making sure to stay polite with everyone. He takes in every detail when dealing with life and make sure to memorize it. His belief is that an information is useful in the right hands and deadly when people lack it. He tends to have his head in a book. He also goes out and talks to local in order to gather information. He fades into the background a majority of the time. This is due to his more submissive personality. Overall his reserved personality is something that most people don't understand. 
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Likes:
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Abel like books, the color blue, nature, learning , cats , lapis lazuli gem stones, water, and night time
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Dislikes:
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He dislikes being looked down upon, lemons, people trying to pretend thing are ok when they're not, lying, hot days, people staring at his missing leg and yelling
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Aspirations:
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gather and accumulate as much information in the world as possible, keep families safe and together
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Fears:
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being tortured, causing the death of others
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History:
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Abel's real father was a genius researcher, gathering information for both the Vatican and himself. Something he did with a great passion.  He and his wife died in a demon attack when Abel was a baby. Abel was then adopted by Marcus and Abegal, some distant relative of his father, and his mother Kae.  Although he was never told that they adopted him. for the longest time he believed them to be his real parents. One night, when Abel couldn't sleep, he overheard his "parents" talking about him being adopted. After this shocking discovery, he began to subconsciously distant himself from his parents and focusing on his studies. He quickly began to show great intelligence and had the same ability to gather information like his father. One night, he witnessed a demon attack that was quickly dealt with. This made him yearn to join those that protected others. when Abel was 13 he was sketch his local dark chapter members as they dealt with a minor demon. all of a sudden the demon turn towards Abel and was attack. causing deep and traumatizing wounds to his cheeks. this is his first experience learning about his limitations and being looked at as weak by others. 
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He then made it his mission to join the dark chapter and offer his abilities. he wanted to prove his skill. This was no easy task for Abel. He wasn't the most athletically inclined. Throughout this his Adoptive parent support and motivated him. He soon used his skills to achieve his goal and is now a member of the dark chapter. Although he still has a lot to learn. He is known for his extensive knowledge for being a lower ranked. He is also using very frequently in order to gather and compile data from the city.
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extra 
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Other: dabbles in herbology and music
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serenade and chaos are his cat's names
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[Yunn]

Character Name: Eden Faust


Alias/Nickname: N/A (tbd)


Age: 21


Gender: Female


Height: 5'5ft


Body Type: Thin and frail


Rank: Indocto


Field of Expertise: Exorcismo


Weapon (main): Rosario


Weapon (secondary): [SIZE= 12px]Athame (Ceremonial knife)[/SIZE]


Equipment:


Ecclesiastical Ring,


Bottles of Holy Water,


Compass,


Make up Powder,


Pocket Watch,


Hour Glass,


Umbrella, 


Appearance:

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Appearance Description: Eden is mostly found in a very firm and proper appearance. Quite the perfectionist and her obsession with neatness she can't stand if one string of her hair is out of place. The same goes for her uniform, it still looks as if it was new. The only change is a strand of black ribbon tied as a loose bow around her neck.


Personality: 


Eden's careful. A bit too careful. A perfectionist and an advent worrier, she tends to waste time overthinking the littlest of matters. It's best to be safe than sorry, right? She'll always make sure to be more than prepared, and would only act when she is pretty sure she'll succeed. However, this leads to her endless uneasiness and lack of confidence whenever she is caught off guard, or the chances of succeeding are low. She feels that this is one of her greatest setbacks, as she tends to make mistakes due to nervousness when nothing is going according to plan, or when there isn't even one at all.


 


Along with 


Her inner peace is found when she is able to piece together the who puzzle. That is why she is always in pursuit of knowledge. It is not a secret that she takes pride in it. Whenever she is faced with an unknown subject, she'll stubbornly lock herself up in the library or go out to gather information for days in order to learn it. She'll make sure to do this secretly since she's too embarrassed to say so herself. Especially when she see's herself more highly privileged than most. 

Likes:

• Afternoon tea
  
• Reading
  
• [SIZE= 12px]A clean environment[/SIZE]
  
• Prayer time
  
• Going on walks
  

Dislikes:

• [SIZE= 12px]Being proven wrong[/SIZE]
  
• [SIZE= 12px]Idiots[/SIZE]
  
• [SIZE= 12px]Inconsistencies[/SIZE]
  
• [SIZE= 12px]The smell of blood[/SIZE]
  
• [SIZE= 12px]Her family[/SIZE]
  

Aspirations:

• Gaining a stronger physique
  
•  Exploring the world maybe?
  
•  Finding a goal
  

Fears:

• [SIZE= 12px]Being unable to move[/SIZE]
  
• [SIZE= 12px]The unknown / Not being 100% sure[/SIZE]
  

History:


Born into a rich and prestigious family, she had quite an easy life compared to most. With her family's prestige she had no problems gaining "friends." Life was pretty good, though, as she became older she began to realize with her privileges she had to give up certain liberties.


Early on she realized that there was no true friendship in high society, it was just simply a game of false relationships, and deceit. She rarely spent time outside as her schedule had always been filled with lesson, and she seldom spent any time with her mother and father who were always attending tea parties.


The person who had been the most influential in her life was probably her elder sister. Her elder sister had been her playmate as a child. Eden also saw her as a teacher who introduced to new ideals spreading around in which her other tutors didn't teach her. She had always wondered where her sister got these ideals from. But she didn't ask any further, her sister had always been secretive.


There was always an uncomfortable air around her at times. Sometimes her actions did not correlate, and her sister would sometimes disappear without anyone knowing in the middle of the night. However she had always thought her sister was reasonable. That's why she took a huge blow when she turned 10 as she heard from her parents the sister she respected so much had unexpectedly run away. She soon became the only child in the house and was shouldered all the responsibilities that the former had.


And that was not all she had received from her sister. It seemed like she had inherited a heavy weight. During the day it would plague her, at night it would wake her up shivering. Fast forward six years later she had become bedridden, her legs paralyzed with no doctor able to diagnose it. Still her life moved on, it was only harder to live. When she was 16 got engaged. She was then forced to go outside with him to spend quality time.


In actuality it wasn't so bad, minus the fact he was pretty annoying. It was a nice change of pace since she normally wasn't allowed to go out due to her unknown illness. She endured it for two years. During those days she had at one point came into a church. Although her family was essentially believers, they only donate and rarely attend the church at all. Much less her who did not go far from the mansion. At first she wasn't having good feelings as they were picking out a church to get married. But upon listening to sermons she felt somewhat healed. Though it wasn't drastic, it meant hope to her who had been feeling nothing but down for years.


That must have been the reason why instead of saying "I do." before the head priest she took on a vow of chastity, declaring that she be a nun. Of course this led to confusion to most people, and an outrage from her parents. But she didn't care, she knew if she let things continue as they are now she would probably die sooner or later. As she entered the church a few days later she was soon sent to Sac Circa. On her way, just a small distance from the city, her and her escorts were attacked by a couple of lesser demons. Although no one died, everyone was hurt, including herself.


Losing conscience due to the pain, she woke up in one of the medical wards in the Dark Chapter. From there she learned the reason that her health suddenly deteriorated was due to the amount of Umbra surrounding her. After they had an Exorcismos purify the Umbra around her it wasn't long before she could finally start walking again, though she can be a bit clumsy on her feet. She soon became fascinated with the field and decided to study it once she started to train in the Dark Chapter.

Other: 


I'm sorry for being lazy.

 

[ManicMuse]

WIP



Character Name: Ange Vatiline (Ve-Ta-Line)


Alias/Nickname: Angel


Age: 35


Gender: Male


Height: 5' 10"


Body Type: Bulky Muscular


Rank: Regimen


Field of Expertise: Domare


Weapon (main): A small leather suitcase, within it contains a collection of stones, metals, salts, sulfur, water and many more basic elements. Elements that make up the basis for most of the world around us. The items in this kit can be used in conjunction with Ange magical abilities to manipulate or alter or create varying objects. 


Weapon (secondary): A small crude curved blade made from black obsidian. With a handle hand carved from wood. Made with a tar from cooked tree sap. Blade Image


Equipment:

• Ange always carries a large coin made of pyrite. Stamped with one side a wolf the other a raven, it is his catalyst. Without this item, Ange abilities are greatly diminished. This is why he will rarely be found without it.
  
• Single raven feather that has had the bass wrapped with strips of leather and attached to the inside of Ange's coat. 
  
• One tear drop stone necklace with the stone made of citrine and red jasper. Ange claims it protects him because it was given to him after being imbued by a Master Alchemist. 
  

Appearance: View attachment 181649


Appearance Description: A predominate scar runs from about an inch above his left eye all the way down to the middle of his left cheek. His left bicep has a deformation from where he was bitten by a daemon. 


Personality: Angle can be a very withdrawn and private individual. Not in the sense of lacking social skills, he simply is not one to offer up personal details. Being someone that does not like to be micromanaged or feel he is under someone's thumb, Ange can struggle with authority figures and at times can be quite condescending. Considering his apparent off putting determiner, many are surprised that once they get to know him, he is a rather open minded individual. Ange can even been very passionate and enthralled with the right project. However, this side of him is rarely seen in the Dark Chapter because he is so often addressed as a lesser rather than an equal from his peers. While his recent promotion has helped in this area, it has hardly resolved the underlying issue of him feel inadequacy because of his families death and son's condition.  


Likes: Cheese | Tobacco | Stones Quarts Crystals | Fishing | Baths 


Dislikes: Selfishness | Smell of burning hay | Butcher shops | Burnt bread | Funerals


Aspirations: To find a cure for his son through magic and take him home. To find the daemon that killed his family and dispatch it. 


Fears: Failure in general. That he will rip himself apart mentally or physically by taking his craft too far. 


History:

• Grew up in a small town. 
  
• Worked his family farm all his life. 
  
• He always would pester a Dark Chapter, Alchemist that owned land the next house over.  
  
• Found true love and married at age 20. 
  
• By age 25, he was the proud father of one boy and one girl. 
  
• At age 26 his father passed away, leaving him in charge of the family farm. 
  
• Six months after he was charged with looking after the farm, there was an up tick in Umbra presence in his home town. Even his neighbor, the Dark Chapter Alchemist was reassigned to watch over the town.
  
• At age 27 Ange was away at market working to sell their fresh cheeses and eggs to the village people. Returning the following morning he found his wife, daughter, two sisters and all the animals slaughtered. His son lived, thanks to the Alchemist whom had been coming home for a night shift, but was left in a vegetative state. The child now resides in an asylum.
  
• Ange spent the next two years grieving and the neighbor took him in, assisting him to deal with the loss. Ange turned his focus to the Dark Chapter and the church, hoping to find a cure for his son.
  
• Age 29 Ange enlists after he was infected by a lesser demon in a controlled situation provided by his local Church. 
  
• Being effective at his craft, he was promoted to Regimen six months ago. 
  
• There have always been rumors of him dabbling in blood magic but there has been no proof of these accusations. However, all know his true wish is still to find someway to fix his son at any cost.
  
• Two months ago Ange was reassigned to San Circa. He has spent most of the time lost in the library and getting fat off the local foods.
  

Other: 

 

[Suzuki Mine]

    [SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Character Name: [/SIZE]Larkin Ebba Greenwich


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Alias/Nickname: [/SIZE]Lark


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Age: [/SIZE]Eighteen


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Gender: [/SIZE]Female


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Height: [/SIZE]5'5"


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Body Type: [/SIZE]Lean & fit


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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Rank: [/SIZE]Indocto


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Field of Expertise: [/SIZE]Domare


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Weapon (main):[/SIZE] Runes


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Weapon (secondary): [/SIZE]Talismans, ritual knife


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Equipment: [/SIZE]Holy water, blessed salt, twine, chalk, ink


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Appearance Description: [/SIZE]


With short hair, compact muscles and a lack of curves, it's not uncommon for others to think the brooding firecracker is a more feminine boy at first. Her choice in clothing to represent her connection to the Dark Chapter is more towards a masculine image as well, preferring pants to dresses and skirts, and liking to keep her jacket short and close to her. Her method of attack demands as little frill and fluff as possible. Topped off with her bi-colored hair and her almost violet colored eyes, she does cut out quite the figure in a crowd. Her mark is five scars on her torso, and an intricate seal occupies the center of her back.

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Personality: [/SIZE]


Larkin is not exactly the happiest girl on the roster. Ever since she was brought into the Dark Chapter she's had an abrasive air about her, keeping the majority of members at bay in terms of socializing. Much of her personal time she spends shut away in her room. Though she holds some contempt for her situation regarding the church and the Dark Chapter, she nevertheless will do what is asked of her during a mission. It'd be rude beyond words not to return thrice what was given to her. Her disdain for daemons is possibly the only thing to eclipse all of her other problems; the fire and snap becoming hot and tempered steel ready to lash out. When she catches sight of one during patrol, it takes a firm hand from a superior to keep her impulses in check, lest she disappear into the night after her quarry.

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Likes: [/SIZE]

• Training
  
• Pork ribs
  
• Going out on patrol
  
• Hiding out in corners of the library
  
• People watching
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Dislikes: [/SIZE]

• Daemons (duh)
  
• Being around large groups of people
  
• Flying enemies
  
• Navy beans
  
• Long fingernails
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Aspirations: [/SIZE]

• Control the darker aspects of herself completely
  
• Drive daemons back to where they came from
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Fears:[/SIZE]

• The seal breaking
  
• Losing control and hurting others
  

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    History: [/SIZE]


As far as Larkin could remember, she had always lived in darkness. It clung to the walls of the tunnels, even though they were alight with lanterns for what seemed like miles. It clung to the rooms where her and the other children slept, it clung to the rooms in which they played, and it clung heavily to those that watched over them. They were the chosen ones; handpicked to usher in something much greater than anything of them, or any others within this realm. Thus they were raised, and when the time would come and they were at the peak of development, they would give themselves over for their own good. The children were convinced of this. And so they lived, growing, learning and waiting in the darkness for the day when their purpose would be fulfilled.


 


But they were found out before the time could come, and as such they rushed the ritual into realization much sooner than intended.


 


In the aftermath of it all, a heavily injured Larkin stubbornly clung to life as she was brought to a branch of the Dark Chapter. While having been given emergency treatment on site, it took intensive work on the part of the healers to pull her out of the woods. Even then, the damage that had been done to her body was something beyond the experience of the members at that location, and what they had done for her surely wouldn't be all the attention she needed in order to heal. As such, Larkin was transported from there and over to San Circa for her training. While still fairly new to the numbers, it was home to a number of highly skilled individuals, including the top Domare user in the entirety of the Dark Chapter. They would be the ones to help her, and if things turned for the worse, the ones who would be able to mitigate the damage.

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Other: [/SIZE]

• Larkin cannot be healed even half as easily by an Exorcismos as others, but instead certain Domare spells can do the job.
  
• Because of her newer innate senses, Larkin is capable of detecting and tracking down Umbra clusters much like Daemons can.
  

 

[sorrow made you]

View attachment 181663GIDEON WARD
​

Character Name: Gideon Ward


Alias/Nickname: Giddy


Age: 37


Gender: Male


Height: 5'11"


Body Type: (thin, muscular, portly, etc)


Rank: Regimen


Field of Expertise: Ensis


Weapon (main): Flamberge sword


Weapon (secondary): Rapier and a kris that's often hidden in his boot. He is also known to have a halberd on occasion.


Equipment: (doesn't have to me combat related, but whatever your character regularly carries with them)


Appearance:


Appearance Description: (write out parts of appearance that we don't see in the picture. Maybe altercations to their uniform, scars or markings) that signature lazy smile, and two large scars running vertical down his shoulder blades.


Personality: (paragraph form or list form, but you must describe them in more than a few words)


Witty, charming, even a little more of a laid-back goof, Gideon is a great contrast to many of the high-strung Dark Chapter members. The man does enjoy life to the fullest, and it could be seen in his slightly more than normal interest in communal wine. Gideon may seem on the more carefree side, but he is in no way a dunce. He is incredibly smart and tends to hide it behind smiles and optimistic fluttery words. He is always observant and will call out a person when they are being untruthful, or have done something out of the particular. A man with sleight of hand, naturally has a bit of sticky fingers, and all in good fun, he tends to lift items from other members to see whether they are paying attention or not. It would only be a matter of time before he gave the items back. He is, after all, a man of God.

Likes: laughter, teasing others, a nice drink of wine, swordplay, music


Dislikes: internal confrontation, violence for the sake of it, overly salty foods, bland foods, oversleeping


Aspirations: to hopefully find an end to the daemon attacks, eventually find happiness


Fears: that his nightmares are true, losing everyone he holds close


History:


A good part of Gideon’s memory is lost to him. His early childhood is quite a blur, though there is something that he could remember so clearly… a purple butterfly…


Gideon’s memories really start when he was found by the Dark Chapter by age twelve. He had been a street urchin, making a living just like many other children his age, pickpocketing and using street smarts for monetary gain. He had been a favorite messenger of the local Baron, and was often paid in a couple pieces of silver for his services. His work though, was looked down upon by the Dark Chapter, and after he attempted to pickpocket the wrong man, he was forced into community service to the church.


Life was tough for a boy who was now a servant. God meant nothing to him at first. It was only after his first miracle--the miracle in which he survived what he was told was a second daemon attack on his life--that Gideon turned to the faith. By fourteen, he was calm and level headed enough to focus on his studies. In a good three years, he found himself landed into the role of an Ensis fighter.


The Dark Chapter member that had knocked some good sense into him (not only metaphorically but physically as well) became his greatest mentor. Little did the boy know at that time that he was being trained by an Ensis Venator directly. So indeed, Gideon did learn from the best.


As Gideon grew and gained more experience, his maturity did not. Even as a young adult, he was quite the charmer and prankster. He never found anything wrong with some good-hearted fun, and often put his highly developed thieving skills to good use. Though never intending to do anything malicious, Gideon had found himself in trouble quite often. But even still, he continued to grow, and it was after meeting a certain little girl that he started to mature. She was cute, scared, but curious beyond words. He decided to teach her a few things here and there, in hopes that one day, she’d make something great of her hidden potential.


Before Gideon knew it, the little girl had grown, time had changed, and he was reassigned to a new location. Though he swore to never forget all of the adventures (and misadventures) he had while there, he felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He would miss that little town. For a good few years now, Gideon has been stationed at San Circa as their Ensis Regimen--being the one to train the new Ensis Indocto as well as lead a team on adventures. He would be the one to give the first wave the lay of the land, and show them just what the Dark Chapter was all about.

Other: Gideon is prone to sleeping spells during down time, and fully enjoys taking naps. However, recently he has been having more and more frequent nightmares.

 

[Suzuki Mine]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Character Name: [/SIZE]Parthenia Ira Wickes


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Alias/Nickname: [/SIZE]Par, Parth, Nia


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Age: [/SIZE]Thirty


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Gender: [/SIZE]Female


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Height: [/SIZE]5'8"


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Body Type: [/SIZE]Fit & shapely


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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Rank: [/SIZE]Sacerdos


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Field of Expertise: [/SIZE]Tempesta


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Weapon (main): [/SIZE] Twin Colt M1917 revolvers


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Weapon (secondary): [/SIZE] Modified 1892 Winchester rifle, trench knife


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Equipment: [/SIZE] Holy water, salt, chalk, a book of her favored scriptures, extra ammo.


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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Appearance Description: [/SIZE]


A little on the taller side, curved in the right places, fair skinned and graced with corn colored hair and golden eyes, Parthenia has a rather sweet feminine appeal game going on. Then you add on the Dark Chapter long coat, her wide brimmed hat and strap all those holsters onto her, and that game goes from sugar to spicespicespice. The weight of her thight-high boots is enough to herald her presence, and the moment she can find someone to take on her commission, you can bet she's gonna be adding spurs that jingle-jangle into the mix. And yes, some of those belts aren't necessary for her to have on. Her mark is a jagged bite on her shoulder, and a small birthmark she claims is a rose petal sits on the small of her back.

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Personality: [/SIZE]


Parthenia is a woman with the spry youthfulness of someone ten years younger. She's energetic, mischievous, a little bit braggy and a lot a bit bold. Her Daddy didn't raise no princess, and as such she never truly learned to act like what the "standard" woman was expected to act like. In fact, most folks who don't know her methodology would swear she never takes a damn thing seriously. Her heart is in her work though. She's there for her brothers and sisters in the Dark Chapter, being one of the most willing to drop what she's doing or give everything she can to a fellow in need. Her upbringing by the troupe embedded family bonds not from blood, but from shared life experiences brought over time. In a way she was bred for this kind of work.


 


As much as she shows off there's a feeling of some kind of guidance with her shots; her accuracy with her choice weapons ranking up there with the best in the Dark Chapter. She says that angels find her fingers in the heat of things, and in truth she really does believe this. Her using this same saying to get younger men flustered just gives it the guise of foolishness. In the end, even years after the last show, performing is at the core of her nature. Whether it's a bit of spinning or full-blown quick draw action, and whether it's for a crowd or simply for the sake of thought, a day where Parthenia's guns don't leave her holsters is a grim day indeed.

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Likes: [/SIZE]

• Guns
  
• Performing tricks
  
• Fruit teas/desserts
  
• Sleeping under the stars
  
• Stories about famous gunslingers
  
• Horse riding
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Dislikes:[/SIZE]

• Being indoors
  
• Leather against her skin
  
• "Gun abuse"
  
• Her hair getting tangled
  
• Not wearing her pistols
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Aspirations: [/SIZE]

• Become the best Tempesta in the Dark Chapter
  
• Get married and add to the family
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Fears: [/SIZE]

• Losing/breaking her pistols
  
• Losing her family again
  
• Not getting married
  

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    History: [/SIZE]


Parthenia was born into a circus. Her mother was a trapeze artist whom died in childbirth. Her father was a showman who specialized in gun tricks. This being said, her mother and her father were not the only ones that had to do with her birth into this world. From the first day that she drew breath she was handled by every member of the troupe; from the tamer, to the clowns, to the ringleader himself. It was a small organization, and from that they built a bond for one another much like a village does. She was taught many skills from every trade under the tent. The clowns taught her to juggle, the ringleader taught her to read and write, the tamer taught her how to read an animal's body language, and the trapeze artists taught her how to bend and balance. But out of all these marvelous things she always loved her father's shows the most.


Fletcher "Red Wickes" Wickes was a wonder to behold. Not only could he shoot the flame off a candle from fifty paces away, he could do so in rapid succession while juggling his pistols. He could also do the same while the cap was atop a person's head without a single mishap. "Angels find my fingers" he'd say. His show was what kept the group on their feet with food in their mouths. Between the stylish flair and the respect from the fellow carnies, it wasn't long before Parthenia was looking to get in on the action as well.


She started off simple: getting use to disassembling, cleaning and reassembling her father's old guns. "Knowing a gun's heart and knowing a gun's guts are both equally important" he'd say. By the time she was eight she could take apart and put a pistol back together like second nature. After that she practiced handling an unloaded gun, then one loaded with blanks, and then - by the age of twelve - was capable of hitting the dead center of a target from thirty paces away. At age thirteen she performed in her first show with her father. She shot apples and oranges off of the tops of poles, and juggled guns between her father and herself while he hit targets. The show was met with resounding applause, garnering attention from even more folks than they had before. For a time, the troupe ate well and worried less about what was to come from the next town.


Then arrived the night when the show came to an end.


Camped out on the outskirts of a small town by the name of Rosenfeld, the attack came so suddenly that it was a wonder Parthenia remembered it at all. From what she would be told later by responding members of the local Dark Chapter, a third level daemon had followed one of the members home from town. By the time they arrived the troupe had been nearly decimated. Out of the twenty-six members only four survived. Parthenia counted among them, but only so from the sacrifice of her father. For a time the Dark Chapter housed the remaining troupe members. Looking back on this, they more than likely did so due to two of them having been injured during the attack, thus watching for the signs of an emerging Afflicta. Parthenia pulled through the feverish symptoms. The other - a boy whom was a helper to the tamer - did not.


With three members remaining they made the decision to go their separate ways. As much of a family as they were, something about the trauma of what occurred made it hard to be in one another's company. There were simply too many painful of memories that had yet to begin mending. At the urging of the clergy Parthenia remained with the Dark Chapter, where she began her studies to become one herself. It was the least she could do for their efforts. Of course she showed a high affinity for the Tempesta field, and upon graduation to an Indocto her trainer gifted her something she had thought to be lost years ago: Her father's pistols.


From there Parthenia worked her way on up in the ranks. Though her methods in the field were questioned quite a few times, her results were something that spoke for the skill this woman possessed. It was also shown not to be restricted to pistols either, as demonstrated when she added her Winchester to her arsenal. This was noticed by some higher-ups, and about three years ago she was handed the honorable title of Sacerdos.

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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Other: [/SIZE]

• Parthenia says that she'll only accept a marriage proposal from a man who's beat her in a shooting contest.
  
• She also complains about how she's not married yet.
  

 

[Lumina]

NOZOMI SORREN
​

Character Name: Nozomi Sorren


Alias/Nickname: None


Age: 24


Gender: Female


Height: 5'10


Body Type: Lean and Athletic



Rank: Sacerdo


Field of Expertise: Ensis


Weapon (main): A spear that can separate into three interconnected segments via chains.


Weapon (secondary): When her spear disconnects, she dual-wields the bladed ends like daggers.


Equipment: Holy water which she uses on her spear, a single book that she always carries on her person 


Appearance Description: 


In regards to her face, there's a mole under her lip on the left side, and her bangs always seem to be falling in her face and obscuring her violet irises. In regards to her body, there's a large scar on her back that she always hides, never letting anyone see it. In regards to her uniform, she dare not make any alterations to it, but you'll rarely see her wearing it in battle. Growing up in the streets, she prefers wearing her own clothes while fighting.



Personality:


Nozomi doesn't show her emotions all that often, having no reason to do so. Occasionally you can get a rare smile out her, but good luck with that. She takes herself seriously, and this shows in her outward appearance and attitude, as well as her fighting style and her actions. No matter the situation, she can retain her cool and be calm and collected. Even in the heat of battle, she can think through any situation with crisp clarity, never letting the situation alter her mental or emotional state. However, this does not mean that Nozomi is not kind, as she will make sure she can do what she can for others, despite not really having any personal connections to almost anybody. She's a loner, hiding herself and her emotions behind a wall that she wouldn't dare let anyone else in. 


Likes: 


- Being of help to the chapter


- Training herself to be better


- Reading


- Learning


- Occasionally a good conversation


Dislikes:


- Sweet things, except for peach tart


- emotions


- Being useless


- When things go wrong


- Not knowing what to do


Aspirations: 


- To be the most useful member in the Dark Chapter


- To learn as much as she can about everything


Fears: 


- Not being of use 


- Not knowing what to do



History:


It's a stereotypical beginning, really. At a young age, Nozomi was orphaned, her parents and younger siblings killed off by forces she didn't understand. This left her to fend for herself on the streets, not necessarily the best place for a little girl to grow up. However, when she was 7 years old, on one of her runs to steal some food from unsuspecting rich people, something caught her eye. In the middle of an alleyway, during this particular rainy day, lay a black rose. Nozomi had never seen anything like it before, so both out of curiosity and intrigue that she could sell it for money, she picked it up, ready to take it home. But when she did, the flower fell apart in her hands into these spores, which then absorbed into her body. Freaking out, she tried to swat them off (unsuccessfully), and didn't notice the daemons that had been sneaking up on her. When she finally noticed them, it was too late, and they began attacking. Nozomi would have been killed, had a team from the Dark Chapter not been sent to patrol the area. They killed the beasts and found her half dead, her injuries grievous enough to leave nasty scarring on her back, but she was still somehow alive. They took her in and nursed her back to health, and she was adopted one of the higher up members.


From then on Nozomi grew up constantly being around Dark Chapter members, who decided on a whim to expose her to what they do and see if she had any skills. To their surprise, she picked up on things very easily, and it was decided that her training would begin. These Dark Chapter members had trained young kids before, but Nozomi seemed to have a higher aptitude than kids they normally were used to. They offered to allow her to join the Dark Chapter a few years earlier than they normally allow, but she declined, waiting until she was 14 to join. Her skills were matching on par with people much older than her, and in only 10 years she was promoted to Sacerdo. She could have been promoted much much sooner, but she preferred to keep herself at a lower rank until she was sure she was ready. Thankfully the Dark Chapter was willing to work with this. Due to this, there have been other members who have been in the organization at ranks of similar or higher than herself who have been in for less time, not that she cares all that much about her status. Nozomi is a loyal member of the chapter, dedicating her life to the group that had once saved hers.

 

[RZA]

Roksanna Varro 




Nickname: Roksy 


Age: 27 


Gender: Female 


Height: 5'9 


Body Type: Sylphlike 


Appearance: Roksanna Varro is almost a spitting image of her father, except for her eyes, which are unmistakably her mother’s. She’s tall, graceful, and brunette. Straight locks fall just past her shoulder blades and constellation-like freckles adorn her shoulders and cheeks, when she smiles, two dimples peek out of them. Her eyes, which are simultaneously grey, green, and blue, seem to change color with whatever she wears. The bite which turned her into an Afflicta is on the fleshy outer meat of her upper left arm. She has three sets of runic “bands” tattooed in black ink around each wrist.   




Rank: Milites 


Field of Expertise: Domare 


Weapon (main): Runic spellcasting


Weapon (secondary): Twin revolvers that have been carved with runes.


Equipment: Holy water, her lexicon containing what seems to be an entire runic language, the companion book that compliments it, a pair of ivory handled daggers, blessed salt, ribbons of many colors, black and red ink, a thin rod of dogwood which is engraved with runes. She has several rounds of back-up ammunition (rune-bullets)for her runic revolvers. A personal leather-bound journal which includes all of her mother’s favorite hymns, Roksy’s favorite scriptures, as well as notes and sketches she’s taken over the years. When not in field duty clothing, Roksanna is frequently found in this set of robes, which of course would be black and blessed silver instead of the colors found in the picture.




Skill set –


W.I.P




Personality: Roksanna is introverted, but by no means shy or timid. Hardworking and loyal, she’s a bit of a workaholic when it comes to field duty and furthering her training. Her temperament is soft and composed, not easily riled. There is however, a quiet force of pure determination and willpower that lies hidden beneath the surface of her psyche. Tolerant, tenacious, and tough, Roksy strives to be consistent and dependable. She’s also extremely guarded and finds it nearly impossible to relax and take a breather. It’s just not in her nature to do so. Although she loves to laugh, she hasn’t found much to laugh about in the recent years, and can be described as a bit melancholic. Roksanna is a bit of a perfectionist and tends to be viciously self-critical. Underneath all this is a fiercely compassionate and loyal woman who craves structure and stability.

​

Likes:


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]Early morning is her favorite time of the day, and somehow, watching the sun rise over San Circa, reminds Roksy of her mother.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]Discovering something new in her Domare runic ability, seeing her magics grow and flourish in the field.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]Improving upon her family’s lexicon, whether it be redrawing runes or rewriting out translations. Sketching the architectural designs of San Circa Cathedral and even branching out and sketching people. Improving her terrible calligraphy skills.

​

Dislikes:


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]People who don’t give one hundred percent, people who don’t work hard and people who take for granted what they have.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]Roksy likes being alone to settle her thoughts and study and practice her runes, but despises the feeling of being lonely. Making friends and attachments with people has always been difficult for her.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]Not feeling up to par, which fuels her drive for continual growth, for perfection.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]Not drawing a seal or sigil correctly, confusing a translation for another, mispronouncing a rune, or chanting a wrong phrase.

​

Aspirations:


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]Like her maternal grandmother before her, Roksy aspires to be a Sacerdos in her field of expertise. Despite always having studied and trained hard, her efforts have seemingly doubled since her grandmother’s death three months prior.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]To forge strong bonds of friendship. Since her entry into the Dark Chapter (at age nine), Roksanna has met many people who she likes, dislikes, admires, and fears; but she’s kept to herself, her family, and her books and has yet to make a meaningful relationship with anyone.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]To further her knowledge in runic translations and spellcasting. She wishes to learn and experiment and possibly even create new ways of using her Domare runes.

​

Fears:


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]The daemon threat that is looming over the region. The chaos and devastation they cause. The pain and grief they bring. The death they leave in their wake.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]As absurd as it sounds, for her Domare affinity is palpable, Roksanna is worried that she’ll have to change her field of expertise because she chose wrong all those years ago.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]She fears her father will be taken from her too, despite the fact that the retired Tempesta Regimen has been officially removed from field duty for over four years.


[SIZE=10.0pt]·         [/SIZE]Failing. Not living up to her family’s expectations, especially her father’s. Losing a member of her team.

​

History:


In the middle of winter, Roksanna was born hearty and hale three weeks late, with a head full of dark hair and grey-green eyes. Born to two members of the Dark Chapter whose lineages go back decades, Roksanna would be raised knowing she would spend her life fighting daemons.


Even before the age of five her father began telling her “stories” of the Dark Chapter. They were her favorites, sometimes even more than her mother’s velvet soft singing, and every night before he tucked her into bed with a prayer, Trynt Varro would whisper of heroic deeds, their valiant cause, and of monsters to be eradicated.


She was seven years old when she received the devastating news that her mother was killed by daemons. In fact, half of her team was killed when three upper lever daemons got the better of them. Grief settled over the empty house and the two remaining Varro’s learned to cope without their beacon of hope. The silence was the hardest part for Roksy, as she was so used to hearing her mother sing. Shortly after her mother’s passing, Trynt, who channeled his anger and grief into his work, was elevated to Regimen.


Despite the upsurge in Dark Chapter related work, her father still made time to condition Roksanna for her future career. Days and nights were spent training in preliminary Dark Chapter teachings. Her father forced her to condition her body and mind. His methods, while not harsh, were stern. In time he would teach her how to use and maintain rifles and revolvers, which was his specialty in his field of expertise. Some of his methods were repetitive, purposefully, that it seeped into her runic studying. 


The autumn before her tenth birthday, she was initiated into the Dark Chapter. After she turned Afflicta, her maternal grandmother gave her a family heirloom that wasn’t passed down to her mother because of her F.O.E. choice of Exorcismos. The Kaaya line has produced mainly Domare’s and the lexicon holds almost a century’s worth of runic knowledge. Despite her grandmother thinking it a dishonor to Katerisa’s memory for Roksy to become a member of the Dark Chapter, she is nonetheless proud and somewhat satisfied that she was able to pass on the books.


Training was an escape for Roksanna, as it always had been, and she put all of herself into it. On the eve of her fifteenth birthday, Roksy asked her father if she could travel to the Vatican in search of Lady Gloria Amaryllis. When she expressed this and her curiosity for Domare runes, her father had his doubts, but gave her leave to do as she pleased. It took four trips to the Vatican to find Amaryllis, but it was worth every single one. She still has sketches of the Vatican in her journal.


Roksanna spent many years as an Inducto, though not for lack of improvement. She just couldn’t make up her mind on which field of expertise to choose. It took six and a half years for Roksy to choose her field of expertise, who by then had gained a solid understanding of the strengths and needs of each field. Domare is where she felt most comfortable at the end of the day, and by her sixteenth birthday she had chosen.

​

Other: Despite having her family lexicon, Roksy is still fluent in Vatican “standard” seals and sigils. These were the first she learned and despite her grandmother’s teaching, Roksanna mainly taught herself how to use the lexicon due to Dark Chapter teachings. Though she hasn’t tried, she suspects anyone who grasps the dogwood rod after it’s been invoked with blood would feel its effects. She’s kept the rod rather vague in description whenever asked about it, but has never explicitly lied. It does have healing effects; it’s just powered by the sacrifice of blood.

​

 

[Maou The Great]

Character Name: Orlando Scollato


Alias/Nickname:   Orlando, geezer , the old man
Age: 61


Gender: Male


Height: 5" 7'


Body Type: Thin but not to the point of weakness 


Rank: sacerdos


Years in the Dark Chapter: 46 years


Field of Expertise: Exorcismos (Best at bolstering troops and demoralizing the enemy)


Weapon of Choice: The family bible.


Alternate Weapons: A priest's censer on a chain connected to a long silver staff


Equipment: A lighter, an extra pair of glasses, a simple pocket watch, a large glass flask of holy water, two extra portions of incense.



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Appearance Description:  Orlando is an old man rife with wrinkles and ashen as a ghost. Despite his silvery grey hair and thin figure he manages to cut a strong silhouette and breaks the mold for most men his age who would be likely be a tad frail.  The only other notable features he has are the scars on his hand and one across the side of his forehead. The scars are from Daemon, one intentional and the other not so much. 


Personality:   Orlando Salvadore Scollato is a simple man, he's easy to get along with so long as you don't do anything stupid but people more often than not do exactly that; which over the years has given him a rather grumpy and to some intimidating demeanor. He might of been able to have been described as a man of few words if he didn't have to lecture those that continually step out of line. That being said he has little patience for most people, in particular the youngins. He's not afraid to say what he is thinking and should he decide to do so it's gonna be loud. Now make no mistake Orlando is a bit of a crotchety old man but it's because he cares in some form or another, even if he seems to hate your guts and calls you and imbecile at every given opportunity. Orlando is of course a deeply religious man and his faith is unshakable, though he's not opposed to the occasional jab or joke at the church he sure as hell won't put up with blasphemers and disrespect.



Orlando is a firm believer in the whole "respect your elders" thing but he sees respect as mutual. He won't demand more than he's earned from anyone but he isn't about to put up with any uppity brats giving him lip either. Despite his outwardly unfriendly appearance he wouldn't mind someone approaching him for conversation, be it some youth asking for advice or someone just looking to make small talk or to have a friendly debate. Orlando while stern and a tad cold can be generous and protective towards his fellow people. He is the kind of person that if he had to he would be willing to play the martyr and sacrifice himself to ensure the safety of others but he'll still be the grouchy old man he is while doing it.



Likes: The occasional smoke, early mornings, the sound of church bells, the scent of coffee , fine art

Dislikes: Brats, blasphemers, weak willed individuals, whiners , hats

Aspirations:  Orlando wants to find a way to close off the Daemons' access to the world permanently, he understands this is an unlikely wish but he wont change his mind until he dies. As a more possible goal Orlando seeks to make a difference as a member of the dark chapter  until his legs cannot hold him and his lungs no longer draw breath, not a happy dream but a good one as far as he is concerned. 

Fears: Orlando fears excommunication to a great degree, he's given most of his life to the church and if he were to be cast off by his faith it would be for nothing. Most of all Orlando fears he may one day live to see a world entirely bathed in fire and umbra, for they are only humans pushing back against the tides of hell itself.

History:  For a majority of it, Orlando, has lead a pretty unremarkable life. He was born and raised a stones throw away from the Vatican. His family had been members of the dark chapter for many a year and so he was born into that life. Both of his parents were Exorcismos and he would go on to follow in their foot steps. At the age of fourteen he was brought into the fold by way of inducing his a status as an Afflicta with the help of a bottom tier daemon. The encounter was brief and not particularly exciting. He was brought into a room a small spider like daemon was allowed to bite him on the hand and that was that. The daemon while small was still a rather large spider as far as spiders go and managed to leave the puncture scars on the top of Orlando's hand. In a way he liked the idea of having those scars, to him it meant he would be contributing to something greater than himself along side his parents. His training began and he progressed quickly, learning the trade primarily from his parents who had already familiarized him with being an Exorcismo to an extent prior to this.



Time went by and soon he became more and more adept at empowering his allies and bringing down Daemon, eventually he reached a point where it would have been possible to branch out into another discipline of his field but he remained what he was and instead chose to hone his skill as it was, even more. With time he developed his own method of doing things and found his niche in the dark chapter. His ability to empower his comrades through faith and at times debilitate any daemons that became a problem earned him a commendation or two on a local level and soon enough he was given a new rank and began to be assigned to aide different teams far and wide. The higher ups in the church were aware of him as a rather exceptional resource but outside of that only those he worked with personally ever knew he existed. He wasn't a secret weapon or anything of the sort, he was and still is just a man who's damn good at his job. His assignment up until recently had been relatively quiet but he has received new orders to bolster the San Circa forces after recent events having taken place there.



Extra
Trivia!


*Orlando is left handed


*He has a particular dislike for wearing hats and yet he still wears his anyway

 

[Axeykins]

[SIZE= 48px]Sisceal Athair Anderson[/SIZE]
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Character Name: Sisceal Athair Anderson
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Alias/Nickname:
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Age: 36
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Gender: Male
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Height: 6' 5"
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Body Type: Lean and well toned
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Rank: Milites
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Field of Expertise: Ensis
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Weapon (main):
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A clawed gauntlet and rapier
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Spoiler

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Weapon (secondary):
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A blessed dagger
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Equipment:
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sliver pocket watch that is an old family heirloom, flask, holy bible and a few vials of holy water.
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Appearance:
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Appearance Description:
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One of his eyes is deep lust red in color and he has several medium sized scars on his back.
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Personality: He's grown far more stoic and serious over the years but not far underneath that is a very warm hearted and bubbly man. Caring deeply for what he has to protect and fighting fiercely if need be. And of course not afraid to jest here and there and cause headaches, granted as long as it will cause no real harm or serious issues.
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Likes: Whiskey, lilies, choirs, light through stained glass windows, the smell of books, pretty women.


Dislikes: Overly sweet foods, wet socks, being woken up early, cats, spiders


Aspirations: To make up for what he has done in the past.


Regain his honor within his family.


Fears:


*Confined spaces/ tight quarters.


*His father's wrath if he is found out faltering or failing to any degree.

History:
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*He was born into a very strict religious family with a long, proud history with the Dark Chapter. His father made sure that he was indoctrinated into the church and trained at a very young age via his strict guidance and instruction. Constantly drilling it into his head that it was his duty and pride to uphold the family tradition of fighting the daemons and never allowing him to have aspirations of his own. His only dreams were to be those of his family's.
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However, as the boy grew he became more and more restless. Spending most of his teen years and well into his mid-twenties skipping out on whatever lessons and night watch he could and causing all manners of trouble and debauchery even if it would bring about a beating. He thought himself extremely clever whenever he was able to avoid being caught and boasted of how he only grew even moreso with each victory over his father. Treating the whole thing and even the very idea of the Dark Chapel and deamons as nothing but a joke.
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This being until the day they were ambushed and his father nearly killed. All blame was laid upon him as he was assigned to be lookout that evening with a few of his friends. He immediately saw it as the perfect opportunity to run off. Laughing at how easy it was after goading the others into joining him, he knew they could never say no to a dare and hated being called cowards as well. The daemon were defeated but not without severe injury and loss within the group. Jarring Sisceal into a sense of clarity as the reality hit him like a ton of bricks. He fled the guilt by heading to San Circa without a word to anyone in his family or friends. Taking his training seriously for once in his life and finally choosing a regimen and achieving an official rank.
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Other:


He has heterochromia

 

[AtomicAssumption]

Character Name: Franklin Donovan McNeil


Alias/Nickname: Frank, Frankie, Crazy Old Man


Age: Forty-One


Gender: Male


Height: 5'9"


Body Type: Body of a middle aged man, healthy and in shape; around one hundred and seventy-six pounds; balance of old man chunky and muscle


Rank: Militis


Field of Expertise: Ensis


Weapon (main): kriegsmesser


Weapon (secondary): Dirk Dagger


Equipment: Pocket Watch, Flask with Brandy, Tobacco Pipe


Appearance: Here


Appearance Description:Three deep scars around the back, two more on thighs; bite mark on the shoulder; missing parts of his middle finger (right hand); 


Personality:


Fragile, vulnerable, and delirious, Franklin has lost a grip of his own reality. In his two-month absence, Franklin spent an eternity living in pain and fear. His unbalanced mind originates within the time spent within the labyrinth. The suffering he induced was for nothing less than entertainment, time was at a standstill within that realm; Franklin’s torture was a prolonged one. Because of this, Franklin has a tendency to spout out senseless comments in an aggressive manner. Sometimes he would even laugh and get jolly in moments that would seem odd. Bit by bit Franklin’s thought seems to be sleeping away. Signs of his former self could be seen; his dry sense of humor is intact, as well as he need to keep things orderly. The drive to kill daemons has grown into an obsession, going to sadistic levels when dealing with them. He tries to keep some semblance of himself in front of others, trying to be mannered and tamed no matter how vain.


Likes:


- Killing Demons


-  Books


- Planning


- Gardens


- Tea


- Cooking


= The Beautiful One


- The Dark Chapel


- Teaching and Order


Dislikes: 


- Greater Daemons


= Corners


- Shadows


- People behind him


- Dying


- 


Aspirations: (at least 2)


Fears: 


Narrow Spaces


Greater Daemons


Going Back


Torture


Being without Water


Being Alone


Dying


Getting his companions killed


History:


Franklin lived a life seeking redemption. His family didn’t come from humble beginnings, in order to put food on the table Franklin became a servant to a man by the name of Branford, a powerful aristocrat. Through Branford, Franklin obtain an education and a suitable standing in society; however, it was because of this that he made his mistake. An affair was made with Branford’s wife. Despite the fleeting pleasure, Branford had caught on and had sought to end Franklin’s life in retribution. Instead, a daemon took the master’s life, a burden Franklin carries with him today. Franklin’s life would’ve been forfeit if it wasn’t for the Dark Chapter. Franklin entered their ranks, having a passion to end the unholy threat and seek peace of mind.


The Dark Chapter grew into his home. The order helped discipline him, honing his skills to slaughter the daemon forces. Franklin, while humbling himself in the public, paved his way through blood and violence; carving out the beast to become a milites. There he uses his training to teach the newer generation of the Dark Chapter, guiding them; ensuring that they don’t make the same mistakes as he did. And to Franklin’s pride, they prove able in the face of danger. After the breach life resumed within the chapel. Franklin had received a new mission, detailing the disappearance of citizens. The case led Franklin to a sinister place. Deep within the sewers, Franklin snuck upon a cult using the blood of the innocent to summon a dark force. Back up was too far to contact; Franklin had no choice, he used all his strength to dispose of the members. Valiant in his efforts, Franklin managed to free the remaining sacrifices, at the cost of the ritual succeeding.


A greater daemon was summoned, the vile one consumed the souls of the cultists and the people Franklin desperately tried too free. Distraught, Franklin flew into a rage and confronted the daemon in a final assault. He had no power against the daemon, every effort he made was merely to continue to amuse the creature. A quick death wasn’t ideal, the powerful monster had recently formed into reality; eager to have a plaything, the daemon wisp Franklin away into a pocketed dimension. There Franklin was trapped within a labyrinth with no beginning, no end, and still Franklin had no choice; he had to transverse through it. [SIZE=11pt]He didn’t know how many days went by in his personal hell. [/SIZE] Maybe it could have been Months? Franklin’s mind was lost to the endless maze. Bleeding, broken in mind and soul Franklin hid in fear of the world until a man came to him. A man so graceful that Franklin saw him as the beautiful one. His words were sweet like honey, his smell of crisp cinnamon; Franklin took his hand the moment he offered salvation. Once he did Franklin, what felt like years, was finally free from the dimension; appearing back in front of the Chapel.


Other: He used to be bald.

 

[Nona]

Character Name:
Lara Rosetto
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Alias/Nickname:
None ((unless given during RP))
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Age:
22
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Gender:
Female
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Height:
5" 2
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Body Type:
Petite
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Rank: 
Indocto
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Field of Expertise: 
Exorcismo ((Specialises in healing/medic and ability boosting))
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Weapon (main):
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A book filled with prayer and hymns
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Weapon (secondary):
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A blessed dagger ((she's normally on the sidelines as she's a healer mostly but carries this in case she's in a jam and/or needs to help others.))
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Equipment:
 -Never seen without at least one of her notebooks full of notes.
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-Lots of hair ribbons in her bag
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Appearance:
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Appearance Description: 
Lara has bronzed skin with small freckles laced along the tops of her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. She has large, round, brown eyes and dark eyebrows. Tied up, her hair reaches her shoulder blades, when down it reaches a little past her mid back. Her hair is pretty much a mess of bouncy curls, which is why its tied up so often.
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Personality:
Lara has a positive outlook to most situations, keeping her calm demeanour a good 90% of the time. If Lara isn't calm, then something is definietly not right. Once her temper is broken its actually quite foul ((luckily that rarwly happens)) She can normally be found humming to herself as she studies her hymns, sorting her study books or fighting the endless struggle to tidy away her curls into a ponytail ((Its easier said than done)) She is content spending her time studying to better her holy magic, since after all, she is one of the new arrivals and doesn't want to seem really inexperienced.
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Likes:
- Her studies
- Animals
- A good story
- Humming to herself
- Spicy food
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Dislikes:
- People who overreact to everything
- Being embarrassed
- Loosing her temper
- People who are deliberately cold to others with no good reason
- Umbra ((it makes her sneeze alot, like pollen does to those with hayfever))
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Aspirations:
- Progress in ranks eventually
-Fit in with the other members.
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Fears:
-Losing people she's close too
-Looking like an inexperienced idiot in front of everyone else.
-horses freak her out.
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History:
Lara came from a small village far off in the middle of the countryside where she lived along with her parents. Her parents were very religious as was everyone else in the village where she lived, so she was brought up to follow religion very strictly. Her family didn't have much, being simple farmers that didn't earn much, sometimes having nothing to eat even. But if asked, Lara would say that her childhood was actually a rather happy one. Once she was in her teens She was sent to move to San circa. Spotting her ability to pick up knowledge quickly from the limited books her parents had available, they saved up what the had and sent her on to better her education and make a better life for herself. While off studying, her hometown was attacked by deamons. There was luckily no deaths, but a few badly wounded. Hearing the news, she wanted help protect the place when she returned. After all, most of the other people in the village were either elderly or caring for their children so not many others from there could sign up. She has since finished her education and has now recently been accepted into the Dark Chapter as a Exorcismo, realising her potential with spell casting after joining. Even a few years after moving, she still feels a bit like a fish out of water at times ((the second reason she wants to do well and fit in)). Though she still hides this well under her calm demeanour.
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((Sorry, I'd flesh this out more but I've had to use my mobile to type out the CS and my 3ds to do the art [which I'll update with a better version too since this is a gross sketch to give an idea just ahaha...] I don't have a PC to do this out properly out on for the next day or two but I didn't want to leave it any longer I hope this is okay for now just to give an idea))
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[Tidnas]

KHADA ELEIZAR
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- Name: Khada Eleizar


- Alias/Nickname: The Sculptor of Death; The Artistic Tempesta


- Age: 29


- Gender: Male


- Height: 6'2"


- Body Type: Slender


- Rank: Milites


- Field of Expertise: Tempesta


- Weapon:


+ [Last Whisper]: A gun whose designs were modified to fit Eleizar's needs. The gun, at first glance, might seem to be lacking a gun barrel, with only a revolving gun chamber and a rifle's gun stock, giving it a rather unique appearance. It also has a little scope on top of it and a white crank protruding outward located near the trigger. It can fire four shots per reload. [Last Whisper] possesses two different mechanics, all of which are unique in their own rights. Can be combined with [Final Act] to create [Ending Symphony] - the assemble of Eleizar's weaponry.


///[Death in Four Acts]: The gun stores kinetic energy upon being triggered. Each time a bullet is fired, the white crank in front of the gun would move backward a little. On the fourth shot, all stored kinetic energy is released as the crank snapped before returning to its original position, giving the fourth shot increased firepower compared to the previous shots, capable of shredding through dense walls and causing a small explosion.


///[Every Moment Matters]: The gun's stored kinetic energy could be half-released, while the rest goes through Eleizar's body in the form of an aftershock, stimulating his muscles during the process and granting him with enhanced strength, speed and endurance for a short while.


- Secondary Weapons:


+ [Final Act]: A cane-gun with a long scope, capable of firing bullets across extremely long distances and could be used to perform trick shots and ricochets from such a distance. 


+ [Bouncing Grenades]: Four canisters of explosive compounds located on Eleizar's seemingly-humped shoulder. Covered by the front cape 


+ [Ending Symphony]: A shoulder-mounted sniping-bazooka.  


- Equipment:


+ 


WIP WIP WIP

 

[shadowz1995]

Character Name: Hathom Long


Alias/Nickname: Steel


Age: 38


Gender: Male


Height: 6'2


Body Type: Toned Muscular


Rank: Milites


Field of Expertise: Tempesta


Weapon (main): A reliable bolt action rifle reminiscent of a .303 Lee Enfield rifle


Weapon (secondary): M1911 Pistol


Equipment: Combat Knife, M-1945 Combat Pack, Fire arm maintenence kit, several spare magazines, E-first aid kit, several enchanted bullets for specific situations, A cloak, journal to catalog his journey, picture of his family 


Appearance: 

Appearance Description: Dark brown eyes, Long, jet black hair that is normally tied back into a ponytail under the cloak, battle scars from war and his life with the order all over his body (most prominent is one over his heart where a demon tried to rip it out), constant look of melancholy in his features.


Personality: Hathom is a soldier who has been tried and tested many times in the fires of war and adversity. He tends to keep quiet and only speaks when spoken to or when the situation is getting desperate. Initially, he could seem very cold hearted and indifferent to the world and people who think that aren't wrong. Hathom truly doesn't concern himself with the beliefs of others or moral obligations. He follows his orders to the point and doesn't let his conscious stand in the way of that. Not that he doesn't have one, mind you. But after so much combat, a man can only turn into steel or else he will lose his mind. Cold, hard, and efficient steel. It's no wonder how he got his nickname. Those that take the time to get to know the human that is buried underneath will find a man who does care about those around him but fails to express it through conventional means, instead opting to trying to keep them alive a little harder than he would others. The definition of a battle hardened veteran, Hathom tries to keep himself occupied (and sane) during his downtime by recording the events he has gone through in his journal(s). He surprisingly doesn't mind sharing stories with the younger people or if someone gets curious and snoops through them. When he is dead and gone SOMEONE is going to. Might as well they hear it from the real deal before he isn't around anymore to tell the story. One detail most people don't know is that a small smile will always makes its way onto his lips when he is faced with a situation that seems impossible. 


Likes: Cataloging his adventures


Cleaning his weaponry


Training in solitude


Loyalty


Impossibly dangerous situations (reminds him of his late wife)


Dislikes: Remembering traumatic events


Irrationality


Disobeying direct orders (others)


People poking into his past


Being alone with his thoughts for too long


Aspirations: To see his wife and daughter again one day. If heaven really exists


End the demon threat once for all


Fears: (Not really a fear, more of a crippling doubt) If his actions are making his family proud, wherever they may be.


Dying to a pathetic/weak enemy. (Dying for nothing after everything he went through)


History: Hathom future was pretty much set from the moment of his conception. Most of his bloodline had fought and died for the order and his Mother and Father were no exception. There wasn't much to be said during his younger years other than the fact he met his closest friend and future wife during his time in his academic schooling. Her name was Isel, a freedom loving girl with a personality as fiery as her red hair. No one truly understood why they got along so well. They were practically polar opposites of each other. Isel loved danger, thrills, the unknown, freedom, and causing trouble. Hathom....was raised differently. But the two got along as well as you could at that age. 


It was during later years of his education that the young man found himself becoming fond of her in ways he hadn't before. He found himself following her movements a little longer than he should. Given how close they were, this fact was not lost on her and sure enough, Isel was doing the same while he wasn't looking. It was one random night while Hathom was over that Isel decided to "confirm" their emotions for each other. The rest needn't be explained. 


Not long after, Hathom followed his father's footsteps and started running missions for order as an Inducto, where he was thrown into battle not long after basic training. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the thought of his lady and future daughter was what kept him alive and fighting in the skirmishes he was involved in. It was also what kept him alive when a stray bullet found its way into his torso. Friendly fire within the fog of war. Hath on came home after being patched up and found himself practically begging Isel to marry him (which wasn't necessary). Throughout his years, the man found himself going in and out of battles, earning renown and respect from his peers, his wife and child, and an even prouder father. 


Steel's life was looking well. It had difficulties and obstacles but who doesn't right? Well, most didn't come to the low of coming home to your family's blood splayed across the walls of your home. A supposed place of sanctuary was now a place of nightmare as his wife and child lay dead at the feet of a lesser demon. A lesser demon....the lowest of the low in the demon hierarchy had managed to slip through and kill what meant everything to him. The happy Hathom that came to be from his family died that day along with his family.


Hathom was in despair for years to come but he found some kind of respite in the order. He spent the rest of his time with them up until the present day. His skill and experience were more than most and his accuracy with his weapons was nothing to laugh it. It only earned further respect among The Dark Chapter.


Other: He greatly enjoys classical music and can play a variety of instruments with expertise and finesse

 

[sorrow made you]

WIP.


Character Name: Dimitri Lefévre


Alias/Nickname: Dimi


Age: 15


Gender: Male


Height: 5'2"


Body Type: Thin, not very muscular. Somewhat androgynous frame.


Rank: Indocto


Field of Expertise: Yet to decide


Weapon (main): training sword


Weapon (secondary): few vials of holy water, premade talismans, and a training bow


Equipment: N/A


Appearance:


Appearance Description: Dimitri is rather frail looking for a boy his age. His lack of physical physique makes him seem almost feminine at times. His hair sits just above his shoulders and for a male, he has large eyes.


Personality: (paragraph form or list form, but you must describe them in more than a few words)


Likes: (at least 5)


Dislikes: (at least 5)


Aspirations: (at least 2)


Fears: (at least 2)


History: (your character's backstory up until present time. Can be in paragraph form or list form, but you must give depth and details)


Other: Dimi's has a pet weasel that tends to follow him around the cathedral. 

 

[Suzuki Mine]

W.I.P
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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Character Name: [/SIZE]Sienna Eccleston


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Alias/Nickname: [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Age: [/SIZE]Sixteen


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Gender: [/SIZE]Female


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Height: [/SIZE]5'6"


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Body Type: [/SIZE]Average


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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Years in Service: [/SIZE]3


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Rank: [/SIZE]Indocto


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Field of Expertise: [/SIZE]Undecided


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Weapon (main): [/SIZE]A light crossbow


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Weapon (secondary): [/SIZE]Blessed salt, a training sword, enchanted beads


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Equipment: [/SIZE]N/A


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[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    Appearance Description: [/SIZE]


Enjoying physical exercise quite a bit for a girl her age, Sienna's form is a well maintained balance between trim and tone (her legs leaning a bit more towards the latter). She finds keeping a shorter hairstyle to better suit her interest in the martial field (and she doesn't care much for the dull tone of her hair), but keeps a few pieces to frame her pale green eyes (which she also doesn't care for). Sienna vastly prefers dresses and blouses over any other form of clothing, and may or may not have a love of stockings.

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The mildness of the young woman's personality matches the muted shades of her hair and eyes. Sienna doesn't do much to stand out, and hasn't done so even before her time in the Dark Chapter. She's quite soft spoken, and she's quick to offer herself up to step down when she feels there's too much competition for something. This is notoriously true with how many times she's switched her desired field. That doesn't mean she's completely invisible and without presence. Her timidness is - at the core - made up of selflessness. She doesn't want to impede others in something they want to do if she can help it. This had lead to situations where she ends up sitting on the sidelines, where she'll silently root on everyone else that's participating. Sienna is also one of the first to welcome new children to training, and one of the first offer to help when help is asked for. She might get into something she hasn't the slightest over, but damn it if she doesn't try anyways!

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• Jogging
  
• Writing seasonal poetry
  
• Helping out with the much younger members-to-be
  
• Trying new foods
  
• Learning new martial weapon techniques
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Dislikes:[/SIZE]

• Confrontations
  
• Competing for places/slots
  
• Cutting onions
  
• Her hair and eye colors
  
• Cleaning the chapel
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Aspirations: [/SIZE]

• To become a successful Ensis To be useful to her future team.
  
• To find a spell that will change her hair and eye colors to be more... colorful.
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Fears: [/SIZE]

• Getting in the way of everyone
  
• Letting others down
  
• Letting her parents down
  
• Her poetry being found and read
  

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]    History: [/SIZE]


The Eccleston family lineage goes back for generations in the Dark Chapter. Stories within the family say they were gifted the surname by the Pope himself. Eccleston, "church in an enclosure"; testament to the service given by a member long ago. This tale is passed down from parent to child without fail, and without fail each child has come to be a member of the Dark Chapter. Not all became noteworthy, but one has to travel far and wide to find a Dark Chapter church where a descendant doesn't reside. From great warriors to steadfast healers; the Eccleston family holds a position and does so with vigor. Sienna was to be no different.


 


Sienna had been filled with a sense of pride and duty since a very young age. While some children were read tales of knights and dragons, she was lulled to sleep with stories of triumph from various family members, and the potential that simply being an Eccleston had in store for her.

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• Sienna retreats to the bell tower when she feels the urge to write poetry.
  
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[Lumina]

Cendrillon Calandrino (WIP)



Alias/Nickname: Cen, Cendry


Age: 15


Gender: Female


Height: 5'1"


Body Type: Thin


Rank: Indocto


Field of Expertise: None yet


Weapon (main): Her mind, but if we're talking more tangible she carries around a special pen that converts into a small blade.


Weapon (secondary): The standard holy water and salt, and a cross necklace that she likes to think might work as a rosary.


Equipment: A totebag overflowing with notepads and pens, and random paper clipping and ripped out pages of notes, as well as a seemingly endless amount of research material, and a few vials of ink.


Appearance Description: Cendrillon's pinkish hair falls in soft fringes from her head, with her bangs nicely shaping the red frames that sit over her amber eyes. She keeps it short so it doesn't get in the way when she's delving into her research, but it still manages to fall all about her face no matter how she tries. Her right hand is always wrapped in a bandage.


Personality:


Cendrillon, at her core, is a researcher. She loves nothing more than to research about whatever she can, whenever she can. More often than not, and almost more than she'd personally like, she will get so absorbed in her work that she loses track of time and before she knows it it's a day later than she had planned and hours that she was planning on spending doing other things are long gone. Get her on a topic she's interested in and she'll ramble on and on, sometimes not even realizing she's not letting the other party get a word in. But still, she's a kind girl, who just loves to learn. She has a selfless side, dedicating herself fully into any tasks asked of her just the same as with her own personal research. Cendrillon can be quite loud for her small stature, unafraid to yell at people and things much larger than herself if she feels it's necessary to do so. This happens especially when standing up for herself/others, or she's trying to prove a point. If she can, she would prefer to stay away from conflict and anything else that would inhibit her or her research. Despite her appearance, Cendrillon is actually very intelligent.


Likes: Reading, learning, researching, collaborating with others, when people are interested in her work, talking about her work/interests


Dislikes: Unsuccessful findings, being talked over, disinterest in what she's doing, boring days, repetition


Aspirations: To learn as much as she can about umbra and daemons, to learn something that nobody else has found before


Fears: Uncovering a secret she shouldn't have, being chronically unsuccessful in her research


History:


Cendrillon was always a sickly child. Her frail constitution meant that her body was affected more heavily by umbra, and she always seemed to be affected by it in one way or another. Sometimes the umbra sickness acted like a chronic cough/fever/flu, other times making her do nothing but sleep for nearly days at a time. Other times, it would attack her mind instead, even causing her to have hallucinations, ranging from minor to severe depending on how potent the umbra was. Thankfully, both of her parents were members of the Dark Chapter, and were more than equipped to handle whatever kind of sickness she would be afflicted with next, and any threats that would come of it. Because of her affinity for collecting umbra and being affected by it, daemons were likely not far behind, or far away. Sometimes that would mean that someone, either her parents or not, would have to be with her at all times, to make sure she was kept safe. Thankfully, no matter how many tries on her life there were, nothing ever happened. Even through all of that, Cendrillon tried her best to keep her spirits up and keep a smile on her face, but as the years went on it was obvious that the prospect of living seemed less and less appealing, which ended up keeping her physical status just worn down enough to make the umbra continue to affect her so badly. This has caused her sensitivity in sensing umbra to also be heightened.


However, because her parents were members of the Chapter, Cendrillon grew up with knowledge of things like Umbra and the Daemons that existed in the world. Being as sick as she was, her hobby became reading, as it didn't take much of the limited amount of energy she had to spare to do. With this, her love for learning grew, as the books she read only served to give her more questions than answers. She began to wonder what else there was in the world that hadn't been recorded in these books, or what kinds of things hadn't been discovered yet. Her desire to learn, and discover new things was the main factor in her recovery, which began around puberty. As she matured, the umbra seemed to affect her less and less, helped by the fact that she had some kind of goal she wanted for her life. Just like her parents, she wanted to make some kind of difference in the world, so when she was of age and of good enough condition (with approval by her parents and the Chapter that she was fit enough, of course), she was allowed to finally join the Dark Chapter, going through the normal process of becoming an Afflicta. She still doesn't know what field she'd best be suited for. Knowing that she was going to join the Dark Chapter, when Cendrillon could feel her physical state improving, she began to train her body as much as she could, and now she's much more flexible and agile than she looks. But, she does have her moments of clumsiness.


Now that she's in the Dark Chapter, she hopes to make her parents proud and prove that she's more than the nerdy sickly girl that they were always taking care of, and hopes that her research can help them in some way in the future.


Other: Cendrillon is still deeply affected by large amounts of umbra, and even small amounts affect her more than her fellow members, but not nearly as much as when she was a child. But, if she's not being careful (for example, staying in an area with heavy concentrations of umbra, or overexerting herself), her condition can deteriorate to such a state in a very short amount of time. This is why she likes researching, because it keeps her off the front lines where a sick condition could mean death, and she'd most likely be at home where it's safe and she has a controlled environment around her for when things do get bad.