Fantasy Children of Villainy: Characters

[Yatasal]

Character Creation
Those of you who have roleplayed with me before know I have little to no restrictions on character creation. This time, there are a few guidelines you must follow.

• You have to pick parents, one of which must be a villain. Unless you don't want powers. And in that case why are you here...?
• They have to be younger than twenty. They have to be young enough that they wouldn't remember who their parents were, and since the revolution happened about twenty years ago... You get my drift.
• And here's what's vital: You, nor anyone else you know, knows who your real parents are. You might have adoptive parents who told you that you were adopted, or you might have parents who pretend that you are their own flesh and blood. Regardless, as far as anyone knows, you were just another orphan from the war.
• As the heroes put all of the children in the smallest villages they could, you won't find them on most maps. So go ahead and just make up a village name. If some of you want to live in the same village, go ahead and PM me.
• About the strange powers I mentioned: that is entirely up to you. I ask that it be strange and unique (i.e. not flying or super strength), and something that has drawbacks. If you need help brainstorming a power or its drawbacks, just PM me.

As with all roleplays, this will be edited as plot holes are pointed out to me.

If your character is greyed out, it means your character has died. If you would still like to participate in the roleplay, please send me a PM. We are still accepting characters, however, only Roger Daveedi and Bihaal Dyrone could have canonically had more children. Therefore, your character will need to have one of these men as your child's father. If you'd like to contend this, send me a PM.

• Inina Falconspeare's children
• Roger Daveedi's children
• Jaela Corsovo's twins
• Bihaal Dyrone's children

• 
  1. Santo Guineth, played by Randomfella
  2. Anya Lerrin, played by Eliasdagood
  
  Congratulations, guys! Inina's children are now accounted for.
  
• 
  1. Jessie Smither, played by Yatasal
  2. Mare Aveline, played by redvelvethedgehog
  3. Leon Rowe, played by Lost
  4.
  
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  1. Ricolette Salida, played by AgWordSmith
  2. Silan Munroe, played by Svisttt
  
  Congratulations! Jaela's twins are now accounted for.
  
  
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  1. Payth Atwell, played by Ufomi
  2. Deryth, played by Fletchawk
  3.
  

The Main Thread
Please ask questions about the world in the OOC thread.
Any character questions not pertaining to the world but to your individual character may
be asked with a personal message to myself.​

 

[Yatasal]

• Details
• History
• Powers

• 
  
  
  
  
  Jessie stole a saddlebag from her father's stable, and sewed it into a proper bag. She'd worked with the leather for weeks, and finally when it was finished, Jessie was ready to leave. She couldn't get the woman's voice out of her head. And lordy had she tried. She also couldn't help but feel the urges, the call pulling her west. She had to find out what was so important. She just had to. Ma and Pa had her four brothers to help them on the farm, and she'd be back just as soon as she found out what this was. Jessie nodded to herself as she slung the bag on her shoulder. "Come on, Mumble," she whispered to her dog. "We're going on an adventure!"
  
  Age: 13
  
  Original parents: Roger Daveedi and a prostitute named Glimmer.
  
  Supplies: A little money, some food, rope, and a hatchet. Also some clothes, a bedroll, and a cloak.
  
  Companion: Australian Shepherd named Mumble.
  
  Village: Braffield
  
  
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  When Jessie was two months old, the Resistance brought an end to Inina's rule. Her mother, Glimmer, died soon after, and Jessie was given to Ivy and Nathen Smither. They gladly took her in, as it was common practice to do so among the villages. More working hands on the farms was not a bad thing. Jessie became one of the family.
  
  When she was six, she started playing with the shadows. At first, her family didn't notice. Occasionally a shadow (usually Jessie's, although not always) would lengthen or shift in some way that didn't match what the object or what Jessie was doing. When her parents started to notice, they immediately told Jessie to never do it again. They wanted none of that "dark magic" in their household. However, it wasn't something Jessie controlled, tried as she might. She did manage to hide it from everyone, only playing with the shadows when she knew she was alone.
  
  By the time she was ten, she could make the shadows do whatever she wanted, mold them into shapes and play games with herself. She practiced whenever she could. She couldn't create shadows, but it wasn't hard to find them. She could control herself around everyone else, and for years fooled everyone.
  
  Then at thirteen she started having strange dreams. A voice, singing to her. The voice would stay in Jessie's head all day, beckoning her. Pulling her west, urging her to go. After a few weeks, Jessie decided to give in and just see what this voice wanted. So she packed up her belongings, took her dog, and headed out on the road, determined to have an adventure and be back on the farm soon.
  
  After all, what could possibly happen?
  
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  Jessie can manipulate shadows into shapes, words, whatever she feels like. She can make them as big or as small as she likes. The problem is that the more she uses her powers the less motor control she has. She'll begin to lose feeling in her fingers and toes. The more power she uses and the longer she uses it, the more loss of feeling and motor control. However, she's never used her powers extensively and just thinks that having no feeling in her fingertips and toes (now permanently numb) is normal.
  

 

[Randomfella]

Santo Guineth​

• Details
• History
• Abilities

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  Santo clenched his forehead tightly, this was getting too much, was it insane to ask for a bit of silence? It didn't seem to want to stop, however, his body now almost instinctively looked to the west... He needed to leave. The young man packed the few belongings he had, his hands running over the the cold steel of the knife he placed to her side, his finger's almost instinctively pulling back from the feeling as he forced his attention from the blade. Finally he pulled a cloak over his head before heading out of the shoddy inn, and toward the unknown. As a child he had always relished the idea of such a journey, and yet now he just wished things could return to how they were.
  
  Age: 17
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Original Parents: Inina Falconspeare and her husband.
  
  Supplies: Cloaked hood, changes of clothes, rations, basic knife.
  
  Village: Heronsnest, a fishing village of around 200 on the coast, laying beneath a large mountainside. It is somewhat secluded, and petty crime has seen a steady increase since the end of the war.
  
  
  
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  There were simply too many orphans in the town of Heronsnest, many of the families there lost to the war. At least food was plentiful, even if affection wasn't. Fish, fish, and if you were lucky, a side of potatoes. Of course they expected the children to work for their keep too, the thing about Heronsnest was, nothing seemed to change. The few jobs were repetitive to the point of frustration, weaving nets, waiting on the side of the bank for a catch. Santo's true interest had always been the unknown, as a child finding a book on myths, yet one book of short stories was barely enough to satisfy.
  
  By the age of five the child had grown viciously ill, wounds would strangely form, and his body would seem to bleed to no end. The town only had one real doctor at the time, they gave him a few days. Yet days turned to weeks, to months, and the child survived. Eventually the bleeding had stopped, and despite his pale, malnourished appearance, little appeared to be wrong with the boy. As time progressed, Santo came to find a strange feeling in his body, as if the blood rushing through his veins did so consciously, at his own command.
  Growing up with the other orphans, his stamina seemed to surpass theirs significantly, he could keep running for far longer, though physically he was still very weak at the time.
  
  Around the age of 12, he could feel the pressure his blood applied throughout his body. It was nerve-wracking, no one else he talked to seemed to feel these things like he did, he needed to know what it was. He soon found out, as he took a fishing knife, slowing placing it to his arm. Blood spurted out wildly from the cut, his face becoming one of shock as he stared toward it, yet as he focused in, it stopped in an instant. As time went on, Santo found he could control and meld his own blood, even as it left his body.
  
  At fifteen, he had trained in secret with his abilities, knowing the fear it would put within the town. His powers frightened her, yet he couldn't help his own obsession with them. All things would soon change however when a close friend of his arrived to shore from a fishing trip, barely breathing, white as a ghost, covered blood-ridden rags. An accident during their trip no doubt, almost all of the village crowded around as one of the boys rushed to fetch the doctor. They wouldn't be fast enough, Santo could tell, from using his own abilities he knew her friend was far too low on blood to wait for upwards of twenty minutes for him to arrive.
  
  Santo rushed ahead, attempting to save his friend. In full view of the village he attempted to fill their body with his own blood, closing off his wound with the hardened substance. Yet it did not work, the orphan died, and Santo ran. It has been almost two years since then, the young man travelling from town to town, trying to understand himself, refusing to use his powers. Yet even as soon as he left, his own thoughts began to invade his mind. His thoughts told him to keep practising, to explore the depths of his own powers, and he finds it harder each day to refuse. Now another thought fills his head, though not his own, a voice singing to travel. Perhaps it would bring answers.
  
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  Santo's current abilities, most are used to quite a basic level due to his lack of proper training. Any extra abilities learnt during the role play will be discussed and then added if accepted.
  
  Enhanced Blood Regeneration: Santo regenerates his own blood much faster than a normal human, however if he has lost a lot of blood regaining it will still take a lot of time and energy.
  
  Hemokenesis: Santo can manipulate and shape his own blood, as well as turn it solid or clot it after some time. He can manipulate the blood within five meters of himself, and can propel a projectile within that space, though he will lose control of it afterwards. However, he can not simply create blood, and although he has enhanced regeneration of the fluid, in a short span he can easily use too much. If too much blood is used then Santo can grow feint, or potentially die if running critically low for too long.
  
  Heightened Flow: Due to his control over his own blood it flows at a higher rate, and transports oxygen throughout his body more efficiently. Due to this, she has a greatly enhanced stamina when no blood is lost, and his wounds heal somewhat faster than normal. He can survive at lower amounts, though of course the less blood he has the weaker he becomes physically.
  

 

[Eliasdagood]

Anya Lerrin

• Details
• History
• Power

• 
  
  Age: 18
  
  Original parents: Inina Falconspear and the enslaved king.
  
  Supplies: A horse, a week’s worth of food, two sets of traveling clothes, a dress, and a heavy cloak.
  
  Companion: Technically several, given the nature of her abilities
  
  Village: Horand
  
  
• 
  For as long as she can remember, Anya’s village was plagued by everything from simple hauntings to demon possessions. No one was ever the victim of these more often than Anya herself, who at some point, everyone learned to shun for their own protection. Something about her just attracts all manner of spirits, both benevolent and malicious.
  
  As she grew older, she learned how to defend herself from some of the simpler ones, with a couple more friendly spirits helping her learn. Of course, magic is dangerous for one so young, and one day, she attempted a ritual that would let her see the spirits to defend herself better, by knowing what she was dealing with. Well, technically it worked. She can now see the spirits of living, dead, and extraplanar visitors around her. And that’s all she can see. Anya, as of thirteen years old, is blind, and has to trust others to guide her. Often spirits, if she thinks she can trust them.
  
• 
  Anya’s power originally manifested in spirits just being drawn to her, but as she has grown, she’s learned to affect them to an extent, being able to force them out of a body, for example. There’s no doubt that if she chose dark magic as a path, she could become very strong, very quickly. She currently has no desire to do so, thankfully. She’s learned how to offer some of her strength to them, letting them affect the mortal plane, but it drains her energy very quickly to do so.
  

 

[AgWordSmith]

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Ricollete Salida
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Age: 16

Original parents: Jaela Corsovo and her lover

Twin: Svisttt

Supplies: A cloak, some pens and ink, a small stolen sword, and a small leather bag.

Companion: A cat named Nera that joined her along the way.

Village: Veralet, a small village bordering a forest it’s near an old abandoned fort from the war that the elders tell children to stay away from.

[div class="Lines"][/div] History: Riccolette lived with her “father” in Veralett. She was always an adventurous kid that didn’t care for danger. She literally had little sense of actual fear and often she would be found near the old forbidden fort and often she would have to be kept at home and away from others since it was always Ri egging on the other kids to join her in perilous ‘adventures’. She was the trouble maker of the village and it grew worse as her dad taught her about the weapons she wound sneak back into their house. He thought if he could teach her about swordfighting and how to use the stuff he learned about in his time in the military it would ease her curiosity and give her something more constructive to do that to run around old buildings and jump into the river from the tallest trees she could find. Instead she just became more enamored by the possibilities of each weapon and his time as a soilser and asked for more lessons all the time whilst sneaking off even more to find anything else in that old fort.

One day out in the ruins of the fort she did meet some one very unusual there. He looked skittish and squeamish but what he did was something she’d never forget. It was just like her, well not just like her but in the same realm of impossible. Ricolette had a strange ability with words, bringing them to reality like magic...which was shunned in the village. Anything like witchcraft was tossed out into the woods. Only her father knew of this ability of hers and made sure she kept it hidden. It was the only thing she actually feared was being tossed away from her dad and surprisingly when the boy saw her in the fort he didn’t end up telling anyone else about her power. She never told anyone’s of his either.

That was years ago and now...now she had excelled in her lessons with her father and they had a lovely little farm going after the flood last year swept away all but the houses in the area. With her ability it took no time at all to rebuild but lately...this quaint farm and adventure filled forest wasn’t enough. Ri felt a pull towards the west, she was supposed to be looking for a guy to court or a profession to follow buther dreams were filled with a voice calling her West. Maybe it was that mystery kid, maybe it was just time for her to move on and see more of the world, either way, Ricolette had taken a few things and set out, able to create what she needed on the way supplies weren’t an issue. [div class="Lines"][/div] [/div]

 

[Svisttt]

Silan Munroe

• Basics
• History
• Power Stuff

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  Age
  16
  
  Gender
  Male
  
  Sexuality
  Bisexual
  
  Personality
  Silan is an easygoing kid who can occasionally come across as being horribly unmotivated when it comes to doing anything he considers "stagnant." Which... can be a lot of things. He doesn't see a point in doing many of life's day-to-day activities (why brush your teeth when they're just gonna rot one day regardless?), and although he does them (most of the time) anyways, it isn't an uncommon occurrence for him to simply drop everything he's doing should something more interesting come up. Despite his nonchalant attitude towards most things, Silan is actually quite skittish around folks he doesn't know, and though he tends to warm up to people quite quickly, he's notorious for being a flustered and awkward mess for a little while.
  
  Staying true to his gift, he's quite selfless, preferring to put others before himself whenever possible. For him, a lot of times it's a case of "If I can take a bit of pain away from someone, why not do it?" Of course, in the past he's only really healed animals so as to not out his little secret.
  
  Though he is generally pretty gentle in nature, Silan has been described by his 'father' as being stubborn as a mule. Once his mind is made up, one would find it's difficult to get him to change his mind- either because he's so convinced he is right in his choice, or he just doesn't want to admit he's wrong.
  
  Supplies
  A small messenger bag (which he keeps all this stuff in lmaO), bandages, a set of spare clothes, enough food to last a few days, and a kitchen knife
  
  Companion
  A raven named Indy, who's missing a few of his feathers on his back. Though Silan doesn't get to see the bird very often, with it typically either hunting or flying out of view, it always seems to be somewhere nearby the boy
  
  Twin
  AgWordSmith
  
  Parents
  Birth: Jaela Corsovo & her lover
  Adoptive: Lysa & Armand Munroe
  
  
  
  
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  Village
  Aeston is a small farming village close to Veralet. Many of it's residents are farmers of some sort, while the elders who are too frail for physical labor teach the village's children.
  
  Backstory
  Silan used to believe his story would never be a very interesting one.
  
  He was just another orphan wasting his life away planting damn vegetables.
  
  His 'parents' have always been very open with him, never hiding that Silan was not of their flesh and blood. 'It doesn't matter that you aren't,' they always said, 'You're our child, and nothing could ever change that.' It had never really bothered him too much, being an orphan- after all, he still had people who loved and cared for him. Regardless, he couldn't help but always wonder what his biological parents were like. Had they been good people? Would they have liked him? Despite the Munroe's usual openness towards their adopted son, they never seemed to like talking about how and why Silan came to their home, only briefly explaining how they couldn't have children themselves before quickly changing the subject. Occasionally, they simply said they didn't know.
  
  It was always a dissatisfying answer that left a bad feeling tugging at his chest.
  
  Life went on, and though days seem to blur together from how stagnant things were for him, Silan knows he'll never be able to forget one particular week from when he was 11 years old. His parents decided it was about time their little family got a taste of something different, so when harvesting time came around, they took Silan to visit another village by the name of Veralet to trade and sell their fresh produce. The boy liked the place well enough, often wandering away from his parents to get a look at every little thing he could. People warned him not to go near a rather old looking fort, saying it was forbidden.
  
  If he was being honest, their warnings made the place all the more enticing, and on the last day of their visit he snuck away to get a look at the old building. Silan, to this day, still isn't sure what compelled him to walk inside, his little heart racing with anticipation and fear with every step.
  
  Further inside, he found a black mass of feathers lying in a rather frightening pool of blood on the floor. Horrified, he approached it-- it was a raven, and if getting closer wasn't bad enough, he touched it to roll it over and see what was wrong. There was a gash on the poor bird's back- Silan suspected it might've caught itself on something while flying inside the rundown fort. As he was about to pull his fingers away, he suddenly became aware of a shooting pain in his back, followed by the feeling of something warm trickling its way down from the ache. The boy tried sitting up, immediately crying out in pain as he did so, and at that moment he watched as the bird's wound... simply disappeared, the flesh weaving itself back together like nothing had ever happened.
  
  Teary-eyed and whimpering, he glanced back to see a girl with eyes as blue as his own standing there, and he immediately remembered how much more trouble he'd be in if his parents found out he'd been here. With adrenaline pumping through him, he managed to stand and half-run-half-stumble his way past the girl, desperate to get out and... well, stop bleeding preferably. Long story short, Silan found his parents (who didn't really know whether to be horribly concerned or angry, although his father got pretty close to crushing the tomato he'd been holding) and came up with some excuse for his injury, not daring to tell them what actually happened. In the end, he got a pretty neat scar out of it, and days after when he had returned home with his parents, he noticed that same bird from the fort perched on his windowsill...
  
  These days, Silan's pretty sure he's slowly losing his marbles, with him suddenly feeling compelled to go westward. Why? Who knows. It was hard to find the will to leave his parents, but something about this just felt right. Was it the stupid, unreasonable hope in seeing that peculiar girl again that had been nagging at him? Maybe it was something he ate, and now something was slowly eating away at his brain. He wondered if this was selfish, but despite his doubts, when night fell Silan left a note on the kitchen counter and grabbed the bag he'd packed earlier in the day, before turning to say goodbye to the one place where people had ever loved him.
  
  
  
  
  
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  His powers are more support based, with the ability to heal a living creature's injuries. Of course, Silan uses '"heal" quite loosely- in reality his body is merely taking the target's wounds. This ability does not seem to work against poisons, sicknesses, and broken bones, and he can not replace any blood that's been lost. Although he has a hard time limiting himself enough to do this, Silan is able to take only part of a target's injury. For instance, if he is aiming to heal a cut on someone (A) only partly, the injury would essentially be "split" between Silan and A, with A's wound being healed about halfway.
  
  To 'heal' someone, typically all Silan has to do is lay his hands over their injury for a moment (the 'healing' will still take place if he lets go, as long as still wishes it to) and wait, with the time it takes to transfer the wound depending on how bad it is. The feeling someone gets while in the middle of a transfer typically stays the same person to person, although occasionally they will smell or taste something they find to be comforting during the process. Overall, if the person is in pain, it will momentarily worsen before dulling as the wound is transferred, all the while feeling a warmth around their body as though they were wrapped up in a blanket. After the transfer, the individual may still feel a dull aching feeling around the area the injury was, and will retain any symptoms of blood loss if applicable.
  
  
  

 

[redvelvethedgehog]

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I myself dont know how o use the BBCoding either so... here you go! //

Name: Mare Aveline
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Power: Her powers are more conjuring based. She can summon beasts of darkness, such as: hellhounds, heathens, and devils when the images are drawn out on paper. However, she is weak against divine and/or angelic beass. Her favorite beast to conjure is the Cerberus, The Guard Dog of Hell when in severe trouble. Though with conjuring these beasts they're weaker than what they would be if not controlled. Her black magic, familiar base comes out to be equivilant to the lesser black magic used by red mages.
She can't use her magic when the sun is out. Light of any sort presents her from summoning her magic but her magic thrives at night. When night comes around her magic thrives, with written spells she can control tentrils.
Though once a page is used, she cannot use it again and must turn to a new page in order to summon another familiar.
Supplies: An amulet with a wolf head shape. Spare set of clothing, some money, a blank sketchbook, and a leather shoulder bag to carry her things in.
Personality: Mare is seen as a very ambitious kid. She prefers to get things done when she starts something and will not leave a job undone. Around most people Kaeleigh is seen as antisocial and introverted. She often comes out as cold and heartless to those who try to make conversation. She refuses to speak to anyone she comes across unless they're family.
Companion: She has a black cat in which she named Phantom as her companion. She chose this companion because she believes that cats are more attuned to Hell than anything else.
Parents:
Original: Roger Daveedi and an unknown woman
Adoptive Jason and Kaeliegh Aveline
Village: The city of Forenkig. Although, she lives on it's outskirts with her adoptive parents in a small country house near the Northern Border.
Backstory: Mare grew up in the town of Forenkig with Kaeleigh and Jason Aveline as her adoptive parents. She didnt make many friends as a kid due to her antisocial behaviour. Although her adoptive mother passed from illness when she was only 5, Jason, her adoptive Father chose to raise her all on his own without question.

Around the age of 10, Mare was more attuned with the darkness before the age of Eleven when her powers started showing. She felt safer in the dark for reasons unknown to Jason. However, Jason told Mare to surpress her abilities and never show them to anyone for he fear of the whole town being desroyed. Soon enough he would start punishing her for accidental outbursts, beating her until she learned her lesson.

Soon eough she vowed to never use her power for good, or to even use her power at all, unless she was in absolute danger. Though due to all the surpression of her ability, she lost control of it, so at times, the ability would overtake her with no amount of it being stopped.​

 

[Ufomi]

{Still re-learning everything I forgot, so apologies in advance for my lack of BB-ness.}
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Payth Atwell

"You don't talk much, do you?"​

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PARENTS- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -**
Bihaal Dyrone and Marie Atwell

POWERS {This'll be a fun one to play with!}- - - - - - - - - - - - -**
Payth has this very strange condition where others around him
can feel his emotions. He has no control over it. He can't shut
people out, and he can't amplify their reception.

Spoiler: General Interactions with this Power

* Very much affected by distance. The farther someone is, the more difficult it is for that person to feel him. (A rule of thumb is how far your voice travels. If you have to shout to someone for them to hear you, the connection between you and Payth would be very faint.) Even then, it's inaccurate, and it's about as easy to "track him down" by sensing emotions as it would be for us humans to smell our way to someone.
* Emotions are messy and are easily misinterpreted. And they're layered, too. If it's a new interaction, it would be very easy to confuse one emotion for another, or to not understand the full depth of one.
* Pain is not an emotion. Now, that's not to say pain can't cause other sorts of emotions, but people around him can't feel physical pain from him. Emotional pain's a different story. (But see below! We have some fun stuff in store.)
* No mind reading. (Keep seeing below.)
* He's found through his own experiences that the better someone knows him, the easier it is for them to feel his emotions. It doesn't always work like that, though. Honestly, it's hard for him to tell, and since it's been very difficult to test--most people are already wary of "dark arts" and don't want to dabble more, even though he insists there's nothing dark about it and he's just trying to answer some questions--he can't say anything conclusively.
* His ability--"I'm telling you, it's not a power!"--allows others to feel his emotions, but other people often can't differentiate his emotions from their own emotions. This is especially true for newcomers. Like recognizing voices, given enough time and experience, you can recognize who's speaking without needing to see them in person. It'd take time, though. His mother tells him she has no trouble differentiating between her own emotions and his, but when he's asked how she can tell, she looks at him apologetically with a look that says, "I wish I could explain." Excitement feels like excitement, whether it's Payth's or your own. Somehow, some people learn to distinguish the emotions. Some never do.[/FONT]

Spoiler: Special Interactions (DETERMINED in OOC ONLY)

Considering we're all magic here, I see no reasons why one person's magic can't cause this power to exhibit strange behaviors. So, as some notes:
* Pain is not an emotion. However, there is a chance that [/COLOR]some magical children can feel physical pain from him, most likely due to how hybrid magics interact. These children have blood flowing through their veins. Supernatural blood. Fae blood. And, sometimes, the frequencies from otherwordly energy overlay in ways that are . . . less than pleasant.
* Some children might be, oddly, hypersensitive to his emotions.
* While others can feel his emotions, they cannot read his mind, nor can they probe deeper. He's tried to communicate telepathically, but not even his own mother could ever read his mind. He's never met another magical child, though.
* He's never been able to feel others emotions. But . . . well, I think you can see where I'm going with this. (He might be able feel your character's emotions under special circumstances, perhaps during a healing or manipulation or something.)
* And lastly, he's found that he sometimes feels . . . strange during the new moon. He never understood why, and this feeling of "strangeness" was something others couldn't sense, which he found extremely interesting. They can always feel his emotions. He knows others can't feel physical sensations from him, but this really doesn't feel like it's physical. And he's never found a cause. He just feels especially connected to others during that time. A hunch tells him that, something, under some sort of circumstance, could somehow enhance the one-way empathetic link, and he'd be able to feel for the first time what other people's emotions felt like. Nothing's ever happened, though. Perhaps, with some cross-fusion magic of other children, there's a chance that everyone would be able to feel everyone else's emotions during those few precious hours when the new moon is at its highest. But that's just crazy talk, right?[/FONT]

PERSONALITY - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -**
He's never been big on speaking, mostly because people generally
understood him without him needing to explain. It's been difficult
to lie since he always feels regret or shame, and people pick up on
that. So can't lie--or won't, rather. He prefers it like that.

He's brutally emotionally honest because he enjoys it. He'll speak
directly to you if you speak directly at him. He's never been one to
hide what he was feeling--it's pretty impossible--and since trying
to suppress his own emotions like every other teenager does leaves
him feeling trapped in more ways than one, he just . . . is open.
Honest. Not one to shy from the truth. To the point where he's
almost cruel (though never intentionally, and he rectifies any hurt
he causes quickly).

And maybe because of his upbringing, maybe because of how he
looks up to his mother, maybe because of his "circumstance" (he
really doesn't think of it like a power), he's doesn't let emotions
influence his decision much. His words are often emotionally
void. Not dry. Not sarcastic. Just very frank, passionless remarks.
Since others can feel the sincerity of his words, it can be a bit para-
doxical, seeing him acting so clinically but feeling so deeply, but
you get used to it (or so his mother tells him).

Also has a tendency to hold eye contact when speaking with
someone. He understands it makes people uncomfortable when
he doesn't look away, so he does out of respect to their wishes.
He's been told by his mother and good friend (long story) that
his eyes can feel very piercing at times, and he's not sure what to
make of that.

MISCELLANEOUS - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -**
Age: 15
Birthplace: (Still deciding, though it's far west. Need to talk to
y'all to determine)
History: Not much to say beyond him living in a small town and
mostly keeping to himself. Close to his mother. Never knew his
father, obviously. Wasn't super popular with a lot of the other
children, as expected, but did make one good friend: Anne. Sweet
girl. Given a few more years, they may have fallen in love and mar-
ried, but, as it were, fate is rolling different dice here. (Or, perhaps,
there's a different force at play here, one less fueled by chance and
more by dark intentions.)
His insatiable curiosity led him to accidentally offend a lot of
those in his village, but he learned social tact soon enough. Naive
and trustworthy. (If you really need more, I'll whip up a good ol'
backstory for him, but I don't think it's critical at the moment.)
Other skills: Trained tailor, as his mother is a seamstress. Every-
thing he wears, his mother sewed for him, and he's adept himself
at most things patching, sewing, repairing, and trimming.
Possibly plot relevant: Really, really curious about who his father
was. He's asked his mother, and she's genuinely sorry when she
says doesn't know more. (Long story short, she fell for him while
he was on his quest for the medicine. Six months, he stayed with
her. He spoke of their future together, and she dreamed along with
him. And then, one day, he left, saying he needed to go fetch some-
thing--to never return.)
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{Let me know if I missed something, all right?}

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Appearance:

"Thank you for your generous donation~"​

Name: Celty Lovenhi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Parents: Biological parents-Roger Daveedi and his wife
Adoptive parents- Eric & Marie Lovenhi
Supplies: A stolen coin purse, stolen sword, stolen rations
Companion: Celty figured it'd be better to venture on alone
Village: A small village known as Elva
History: Have you ever felt like you just don't fit in like something about you was completely different from the others around. That was how Celty felt as a child she just didn't feel like she fit in with the other kids. It wasn't like she had friends she had many friends and was quiet the heart breaker as well due to her beautiful looks that her father always claimed came from her mother. As Celty got older the feeling only grew within the pit of her stomach she just couldn't help but wonder what it was that made her feel like this. One day while a large caravan of adventurers came through town one of Celty's friends was almost ran over by the cart. Instead of apologizing the adventurers yelled at Celty's friends calling them mere peasants. Celty was mad they acted like they were so much better than them before she knew it her body was moving on it's own. Walking her right by the adventurer her hand lighting quick as she picked the man's pocket taking his money. After doing so Celty felt bad for stealing or at least that's what she knew she should've felt. Her parents had informed her that stealing was wrong but after actually stealing for the first time in her life she found it was actually kinda fun. It was the first time Celty felt like she belonged it was then the beginning of a Celty's favorite past time. Stealing from adventurers who had to pass through her village for supplies. Each one helping her get the hang of this whole stealing thing in fact Celty got so good at stealing she found she could even steal things without touching them. Making her wonder just what else could she steal so she began to practice at home. Becoming capable of stealing from anyone until one day she slipped up she got cocky and got caught. A large adventurer threatened Celty with violence holding up her hand in defense. She felt his grip loosen and then he fell to one knee everyone watched in amazement Celty looked at her hand. A smile spread across her face and in front of the entire village beat the adventurer. After she got done she looked around and just like that she felt out of place again seeing the judging eyes of everyone in the village. Celty decided it was best if she just left the village so she took the coin purse, sword and rations of the large adventurer and headed west. Why west? Celty wasn't sure herself she just thought it'd be a good idea.
Power: Born Thief-Celty is a natural when it comes to stealing that's not to say she can't be caught just that unlike most stealing is simply second nature to her.
Snatch-By outstretching her hand Celty can pull hand held objects toward her the force of which depends on how close she is to the target. It's incredibly hard to rip something from the hands of someone if she's far away.
Magic Hands-Celty's hands and arms can phase through objects but only in a swiping motion she also loses all feeling in her arms when doing this so if she can't see the object she is trying to grab she won't know if she grabbed it or not. She also isn't able to use this on people nor can she use it if she isn't trying to steal something. If something is on or attached to her arms using Magic Hands won't cause it to fall off so if her hands on bound they will remain bound even after using Magic Hands.
Snatch: Physcial Theft-Similar to Snatch Celty can sap the stamina of someone by holding out her hand to them like she was trying to use snatch on them. She isn't used to this version of Snatch so she has to focus to use to correctly like Snatch the closer she is the more easy it is to steal. Though if someone simply were to move out of the way of her hand they effect of the move would end and they would no longer be losing stamina. The stolen stamina is given to Celty it won't heal any wounds she has or make her stronger but if she was tired it would make her feel re-energized. Of course that's only how she feels if her muscles are actually tired it wouldn't stop her from over working them.
Other Weakness- Due to not having much practice with Physical Theft Celty has to strain herself if she wants to sap stamina from someone. People with lots of stamina can simply power through the effects as well. Snatch can be beaten if Celty can't see what she's trying to steal or doesn't understand the shape of the object. She also can't steal something she normally wouldn't be able to pick up with a single hand. If someone kept a tight grip on their weapon (like most do) Celty won't be able to rip it from them with Snatch. Celty's biggest weakness is her confidence in her skills which can lead her to thinking she won't be caught and if she is well she would need to run considering Celty's not really been in many fights.

 

[Shabazz]

• Details
• History
• Power

• 
  
  
  Jessie stole a saddlebag from her father's stable, and sewed it into a proper bag. She'd worked with the leather for weeks, and finally when it was finished, Jessie was ready to leave. She couldn't get the woman's voice out of her head. And lordy had she tried. She also couldn't help but feel the urges, the call pulling her west. She had to find out what was so important. She just had to. Ma and Pa had her four brothers to help them on the farm, and she'd be back just as soon as she found out what this was. Jessie nodded to herself as she slung the bag on her shoulder. "Come on, Mumble," she whispered to her dog. "We're going on an adventure!"
  
  Age: 13
  
  Original parents: Roger Daveedi and a prostitute named Glimmer.
  
  Supplies: A little money, some food, rope, and a hatchet. Also some clothes, a bedroll, and a cloak.
  
  Companion: Border collie named Mumble.
  
  Village: Braffield
  
• 
  When Jessie was two months old, the Resistance brought an end to Inina's rule. Her mother, Glimmer, died soon after, and Jessie was given to Ivy and Nathen Smither. They gladly took her in, as it was common practice to do so among the villages. More working hands on the farms was not a bad thing. Jessie became one of the family.
  
  When she was six, she started playing with the shadows. At first, her family didn't notice. Occasionally a shadow (usually Jessie's, although not always) would lengthen or shift in some way that didn't match what the object or what Jessie was doing. When her parents started to notice, they immediately told Jessie to never do it again. They wanted none of that "dark magic" in their household. However, it wasn't something Jessie controlled, tried as she might. She did manage to hide it from everyone, only playing with the shadows when she knew she was alone.
  
  By the time she was ten, she could make the shadows do whatever she wanted, mold them into shapes and play games with herself. She practiced whenever she could. She couldn't create shadows, but it wasn't hard to find them. She could control herself around everyone else, and for years fooled everyone.
  
  Then at thirteen she started having strange dreams. A voice, singing to her. The voice would stay in Jessie's head all day, beckoning her. Pulling her west, urging her to go. After a few weeks, Jessie decided to give in and just see what this voice wanted. So she packed up her belongings, took her dog, and headed out on the road, determined to have an adventure and be back on the farm soon.
  
  After all, what could possibly happen?
  
• 
  Jessie can manipulate shadows into shapes, words, whatever she feels like. She can make them as big or as small as she likes. The problem is that the more she uses her powers the less motor control she has. She'll begin to lose feeling in her fingers and toes. The more power she uses and the longer she uses it, the more loss of feeling and motor control. However, she's never used her powers extensively and just thinks that having no feeling in her fingertips and toes (now permanently numb) is normal.
  

 

[RedEmRa]

​

Linette Watson​

​

• Details
• History
• Powers

• 
  
  
  
  
  Age: 15
  
  Original parents: Bihaal Dyrone and his flair, Cocoa Watson
  
  Supplies: A box of luxury truffles, A carton of vanilla cream, 10 Hand-aids, and 2 Bandages.
  
  Companion: a Red-Throated Anole, named Cress.
  
  Village: Forenkig
  
  
• 
  Gifted, it was always a way people would describe Linette, her tutor would always mention her as the gifted one among the other students; Fraud, however, would've been a better description. Linette was always aware of her power, she regularly abused it, either to excel in her classes or use others as fodder whenever being chased.
  
  Another word you could use was conniving, you wouldn't see it in her innocent face but Linette had evil flowing through her blood and malice in her glare. This was a reason as to why she was an orphan, to Linette people were stepping stones towards a goal, all you needed to do was polish them to get to another one.
  
  She was 3 years and 4 months old at the time of the rebellion, being a child of Dyrone, she hardly had any memory of her life before 5 years old, whether it was due to her Mother disappearing, along with her father, the fact that she felt lost and confused, or maybe to her it was just bad memory; It has no matter, because her life changed for the better.
  
  Linette was a foster child in a foster family of two, they were unbearable to see as peers but still remarkable in their own way, the parents weren't too well off but lived in a decently sized cottage, it had 4 Bedrooms and enough space to fit two of her. The neighbors were modest, kind, but far too distant, or blank to say the least. Unluckily for them and the family, Linette had become aware of her ability just around the age of 9, she discovered her leeching ability after licking Cress -God knows why.- when she was exhausted, and soon after gaining a boost of energy. It took her a couple tries for her to make the link between the power and her saliva, but once she did, hell broke loose.
  
  Firstly she started with the Jock of the house or as her family called it, the Jock-ess, her name was Chloe, Linette was amused by her attempts at intelligence but couldn't help but be amazed at her athleticism, she started off simple, by lining the ring of her cups in saliva, messing with her food but, the effects weren't being effective after a while and required heavier doses of saliva, she couldn't lick her foster-sister, well she could, but not consistently, thus Linette began to manipulate her fostered peer, romantically.
  
  At 11 Linette had managed to thread the needle between them and the two now kissed regularly, amongst other things; all of the moments that the two held cast no feelings towards Linette, because, to her, it was just a step into power. either way, she was leeching at an effective and steady rate but Linette hungered for more. 14 was when she began to turn to her Foster Brother, Irwin, he was the brains of the house, anyone who needed something fixed, had a religious hymn to be explained or just wanted to be bored to death Irwin was there to help, Linette knew that her ability would leech onto Irwin's intellect too, though it was still a shock to her, the surge to her cranium caused headaches but she felt that it was a necessity.
  
  Thus Linette began to rush over to Irwin and mess around with him, she didn't have the patience to seduce Irwin so various saliva-based pranks and the sort induced, each activity she did with Irwin made Linette feel smarter. The advancement and better meant engulfed her, it was a great feeling but there was no use for it among her foster family, she needed to leech off of others too for more power. Thus Linette began to go to tutoring, learning with other village children, all the while looking down on them, as none of them appeared to have an ounce of leachable qualities, this didn't quite help her reputation, a status she wasn't too interested in but was required in her plan, maybe she had to look for something else too.
  
  Two years flew by like a blink of an eye, Linette began appearing normal to others, but, she was only using it as a ploy, a ploy to gain the trusts of others. A trust that she's receiving across the village to enforce that her conquest will ensure further.
  
  However at the same time, a voice was calling out towards Linette, it was a strong powerful voice, yet sounded so remote and distant that it wanted to be found, no matter, a power like that must be found, must be taken, it must be used.
  
  
  
• 
  Linette can leech off the ability of others; due to her age, she has only figured out intellect, strength, and energy. Leaching can only be performed if the victim has her enzymes either within them or on them, however it is mostly her saliva as no one knows what enzymes are yet. When being leeched the victim is unaware as it does not affect their performance. After leaching, the desired effects do not occur instantaneously if the potency is at a high amount, potency is based on the number of Linette's enzymes located on or in the victim, the higher the better. On the other hand, Linette is by no means turned into an insane superhuman due to this power, for example, with the level of strength she has now would be strong enough to pull an SUV with a thick rope harness, but, leaching gives her an edge over the average person. Whilst her enzymes transfer the ability onto her, depending on the potency, so mostly when she kisses somebody, Linette enters a temporary vegetative state around 15min after leaching, it normally lasts around 2 hours.
  

 

[Lost]

Leon Rowe​

• Details
• History
• Powers

• 
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  Original parents: Roger Daveedi and his wife.
  
  Supplies: A torn, patchy cloak, some food, an ornate wooden flute, and a dagger.
  
  Companion: A blind crow by the name of Oda.
  
  Village: Cynta
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  Leon couldn't contain a shiver as he limped into the stables, droplets of rain spotting his ragged cloak. The structure was a dismal little hovel, with small holes along the ceiling and the wretched stench of horse dung, but the boy could hardly be bothered to care. It was a little reprieve from the din of the storm, and for that, he was thankful.
  
  He had left his home behind earlier that day, taking a small chunk of bread, a moth-eaten excuse of a cloak, and his other personal effects. It had all been his, stored up after he first heard the woman's voice, though he hadn't thought he'd be able to bear leaving his father behind. Even now, as the call urged him west, his heart pulled to the east, to his home.
  
  "Fool," he muttered to himself. "You aren't his son, nor he your father. There's nothing left for you here, not now." Even as he said this, however, he couldn't help but look back the way he came, through the shack and down the path to a little village called Cynta.
  
  As if sensing his thoughts, the woman's voice picked up again, the desire to go west growing stronger, and Leon shook off his longing. In his heart of hearts, he knew he had to press on. He'd find no answers, no peace, otherwise.
  
  
  
  
• 
  From a young age, Leon knew he was different. Perhaps it was the way the other children shied away when he came out to play, the way his father watched him, gaze filled with cool disregard. Or perhaps it was because of his limp, a birth deformity that rendered everything he attempted a strenuous labor.
  
  Leon didn't know what he had done to scare the villagers and alienate his father, though he often found himself wishing he did. If he could change, the other kids might play with him. His father might not be so apathetic; he might tell the boy stories as he drifted off to sleep, might beam with pride as Leon grew to be a strong young man. He might even call Leon his son, a warm smile lighting his face as he did. It didn't even have to be a smile, he reasoned with himself as only a child could. Anything would be fine, really. Anything except that cold, apathetic look of disapproval.
  
  His early life was filled with so many might's and maybe's, hopes and dreams of what could be, rather than what was.
  
  As the years passed, Leon gave up on those childhood fantasies. His father wouldn't change, nor would the village ever accept him. The resignation brought him sorrow, which gave way to a jaded bitterness. He disliked Cynta, disliked the way things were. He yearned for something different, something better.
  
  And yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave. Try as he might to deny it, Leon loved his father. He wouldn't abandon him, especially in his old age.
  
  The choice to leave would be made for him, however. One stormy night, rain falling in torrents, the door to the house slammed open violently, his father stomping inside. The man reeked of booze, a smell Leon was unaccustomed to, and as his eyes landed on Leon, they filled with not with indifference, but a bright, burning hatred. Leon had finally gotten his wish.
  
  His father picked the boy up and shoved him to the wall, hands trembling. Leon flinched, waiting to be struck, but the man stood unmoving. Minutes passed, with the son pinned and the father tense with rage, before he finally released Leon.
  
  The man didn't move immediately; instead, he looked the boy straight in the eye.
  
  "I never wanted this," he whispered. "I never wanted you."
  
  Leon had had enough. He grabbed his father's arm before the man could turn away from him, as he had done so many times before. "What have I done to deserve this?" he yelled angrily. "What have I done to make you hate me so?"
  
  He saw his father's eyes widen before a deep, unfathomable pain racked his mind as he began to see strange memories, memories that were not his own...
  
  Leon saw his father, now a younger man, holding a woman of similar age; felt his father's joy at their union. The scene shifted, showing his father away, days at a time. Once more, it shifted to a house, his house. The woman was in the arms of another man, and he felt a powerful, blinding rage; even stronger still, he felt betrayed, heartbroken at a love lost. A fight ensued, his father lunging for the man, before everything changed. His father still stood in the house, watching as the door opened to reveal his wife, a child clinging to her leg. She claimed he was adopted, said he could be their fresh start. His father knew better; he had seen the affair, knew the truth. The boy was the result of her affair, a result she wanted to hide behind their shallow marriage. The man would not have it; he would not be made a fool again.
  
  Leon stumbled back with a gasp. The pain in his head was gone, replaced with a new kind of pain; the pain of loss.
  
  His 'father' lay crumpled on the floor, clutching his head in agony, and Leon knew he needed to leave. Before the man could recover, he took his cloak and satchel and limped quickly for the door. As he threw it open and hurried outside, he thought he heard his father call out to him, begging him to stay.
  
  Leon shoved the thought aside, resisting the urge to turn back; it was nothing more than wishful thinking; and continued on through the turbulent rain.
  
  
• 
  Leon has the strange ability to, upon physical contact, read the most prominent thoughts, or memories, of the creature in question, whether it be human or otherwise. The longer the contact is maintained, the more, less readily available memories he can search. Unfortunately, not only does this cause both him and the creature he uses it on great pain, but the bond created is two-way. The creature is given the opportunity to read his mind as well.
  
  Generally, Leon doesn't find the trade-off to be worth it, and thus severely limits the use of his power.
  
  

 

[Spazzycat101]

Eris 'Era' Briste

(Brish-tuh)​

Details:
Era knelt down and dug for a moment in the thick grass to unearth a small brick. Shaped stone, right in the middle of a large plain. What was this part of? Presumably that ancient place--what was it called again?--that was speculated to span this general land and then some, with a capital still missing to all archaeological studies. Some people believed that one of today’s great cities must have just lost its history, and used to be that lost place. Regardless, something had to have been built here, if such building materials could be buried, just visible enough for her to see what it was she stubbed her toe on?
She pried the brick from the ground, and brought it to levitate gently above her hand. Her eyebrows were knit and mouth curved in a curious, confused scowl as she pondered it.
'Hm.'
The expression disappeared from her face as she stood up and placed the brick back on the small pile of dirt. Era would leave this project for later, she had more important priorities. She held her hands out, one above the other to watch the shadow, and... SouthEast! This field was southeast of the spires on the horizon she could just see of the city she was aiming for. A smile passed her features, and she continued her trek.

Background:
At a time much earlier than now, Era also was orphaned. She was dropped into the care of two farmers, and neither they nor their other children cared much for her sickliness and frailty. They called her ‘Eris Briste,’ ‘she is broken.’ Using her time unsupervised, she wandered round the small village of theirs and met the woman who acted as their apothecary, who used magics to heal wounds. Over years, Eris studied magic, mostly just the basic skills, and in secret was brought to a healthy state. At this point, she was more the apothecary woman’s child than that of the people she had been entrusted to; they didn't care anyway.
At fifteen, with her caretaker’s anxious blessing, Era (‘she was’)
set out to the next nearest town. There she sold her services in curing minor ills and potions to heal.
For years in this fashion, she has travelled to as many great cities and reclusive arcane colleges, having crossed the continent one-and-a-half times over.
And this travel has brought her one adventure after another, so many that she’s lost count, if they were ever really different adventures in the first place.


Age: 34

Appearance:
Silver eyes with cat like pupils. This affects her vision in that she finds it a bit more difficult to see in bright light, but her night vision is improved to a degree. This is a permanent side effect from a little potion power mishap from years ago. She also has a lightning scar (Lichtenberg figure) extending from her left shoulder blade to her fingertips. Era also has straight, shoulder-blade length, very dark brown hair, to be mistaken for black if it didn’t have a few lighter chocolate coloured highlights, usually up in a bun with a ribbon and hairpin. She's about 5' 8", and while she's not old-looking, her soul is definitely worn. (Picture for reference in progress.)
Gender: Female


Child of: she’s like as old as y’all kids’ parents


Equipment:
Rations, a fair amount of gold, a medicine kit (sutures, scalpel, gauze bandages, hempen cord, sterilizing alcohol), cloak, one travel outfit and one set of robes, charcoal, a quill, a little bit of ink, and a paper journal, a small spellbook, small potion recipe book, a waterskin, small collection of glass vials and bottles

Abilities:
Era is an adept (though not expert) alchemist-apothecary with limited healing magics. She can't fix most things greater than a badly scraped knee in one sitting, but she can about half the time it takes to heal or grow something--given that she has the proper things to treat it! As for alchemy, about a fourth of the recipes she carries come from her mother, and the rest from other alchemists she’s met on her travels. Most of them pertain to healing, but a very few of them can utilize magics she cannot, such as heightening senses or physical abilities. The trick about this is the dose of any potion would vary from person to person with body mass, medical conditions, magical conditions, and other things, and the wrong dose of any potion can quickly make things go downhill. This is why she works with potions as often as she can, trying to practice them, but doesn't tend to share them openly.
Era also utilizes basic magics with incredible fluency. Those basics include instantly sanitizing small things (think sutures and scalpels), telekinesis, creating magical barriers (though not for very long, so if she cares to use them, timing is critical), levitating (not flying!) and summoning instances of the various elements. Of those, Era is most skilled with lightning magic. She can't summon an entire storm; she never studied that kind of magic. She can do a little though; her travels tend to be free of rain or cold (even though those are a great expenditure of energy). Those aforementioned healing magics that accelerate the rate or healing or growth of something are mostly ritual-style spells, the components for which she doesn't always have on hand, but when she does, they are very powerful. They also tend to tax her heavily. And in the realm of healing magics, she has long surpassed tomes and texts, so she is her only resource to learn from in that field.
These are all limited by her magical energy; using too much of it will exhaust her. Pushing her limits too far could potentially prove fatal. Not only that, but magics she hasn't completely mastered yet require her concentration, or could easily warp themselves into a dangerous situation. Regardless, in the fields she knows, she is a powerful mage.
She is surprisingly acrobatic and evasive too, but not inhumanly so. Just about the equivalent of an amateur gymnast. And in terms of strength, she can't do much, and while she can use magic in battle, she absolutely hates going on the offensive.
She also carries with her a decent knowledge of the world’s more ancient civilizations, and also about more recent events, given that she lived about 34 years of it.

 

[Fletchawk]

~HIATUS~
Deryth​

• Basic Information
• Backstory
• Abilities

• 
  Name: Deryth
  
  
  Age: 18
  
  
  Heritage: Bihaal Dyrone and Avelya, a Serving Girl.
  
  
  Hometown: Gavil's Hollow
  
  
  Supplies:​
  
  
  • Composite Bow (~100lb draw) and a Quiver that can hold up to two dozen arrows. (Actual count will vary.)
  • A short sword (~30 inches at full length), small hatchet, skinning blade, whittling knife, and a small whetstone.
  • Medium sized rucksack containing;
    • a hammock, a few yardage of rope, a small fletching kit (feathers, tree pitch, arrowheads), emergency rations (salted and dried meat strips), extra set of clothes, pouches of wax and animal fats, some strips of rabbit fur, flint, and various scraps of leather.
  • Pouch with a modest sum of coin.
  ​
• 
  
  "The world is fair... It's we who are not fair to each other..." -Ronan
  ​
  As with all people, Deryth's story starts in a time before his birth.
  
  Avelya, Deryth's mother, was a fair looking lass that served drinks atan inn set in a moderate sized town near the southern border of the country. It was a decent life. One that Avelya was quite content with or at least thought she was. Her expectations on how she wanted to live the rest of her life would be shattered the day she came into contact with that dark-skinned traveller, Bihaal Dyrone.
  
  The wondrous tales that spilled forth from Bihaal's experiences captivated the young woman as they made her average life seem so dreary in comparison. Avelya simply could not get enough of the stories, leading to her quickly becoming enamored with the man that told them. The nights of ecstasy that followed only further intoxicated her with his presence. However, this tryst soon came to an end just as abruptly as it began.
  
  And then one day, he was gone. Unbeknownst to Avelya, Bihaal Dyrone had left to continue his journey with nary a word of parting. The woman was, obviously, devastated. She had become addicted. To the man, his affection, his stories, and the warmth of his body. It only a few day for Avelya to gather her courage and leave her home, and everything else she had ever known, in order to find the man that had stolen her heart and mind.
  
  Avelya was already well into her fateful journey when she found out she was with child. This, however, only strengthened her resolve and desperation to find Bihaal Dyrone. Months and many a mile passed. Avelya's zeal and belly grew while the nonstop travelling that she was unaccustomed to, took its toll on her body. Upon reaching Gavil's Hollow, a small village nestled along the edge of a forest in Northeastern area of the country, her body could no longer handle the growing burdens.
  
  Having grown ill from the oncoming winter's chill, Avelya was forced to take refuge. Unable to ignore Avelya's now frail frame heavy with child, an elderly midwife took her in. A fever had already set in though and the body could no longer support both Avelya and the child. The midwife knew that only one would survive and spoke to the ailing woman of her options. A choice was made. The child lived and our story continues with him.
  
  Winter ended and the child, Deryth, was counted among the village populace. With only his mother's given name being known, Deryth was deemed an orphan and albeit an early birth, he was healthy. The village elders decided that the boy would be raise to be a forester, a person who protected the village from wildlife and bandits. A wet nurse was found to care for the wailing babe and once he was old enough, Deryth was sent to live work with one the older foresters, Ronan, to be mentored.
  
  Barely a year after Deryth came under Ronan's tutelage, his powers surfaced. A hard and, at times, distant man; Ronan was also quite taken with his new ward and even though he abhorred magic, Ronan did his best to help Deryth to bury his powers. It took many months of Ronan keeping a close watch on the boy but the results were satisfactory and the boy's abilities were kept secret. This secret would catalyze these two's future relationship and help fuel Deryth's determination to prove himself in Ronan's eyes.
  
  Deryth would spend the vast majority of the next decade training in the forest under Ronan. Archery, swordsmanship, hunting, tracking, and various tactics used to remove bandits that would mistake their forest for a potential hideaway. The young man would even learn the basics of cooking, bowyery, fletching, sewing, and leatherworking to help supplement the role Deryth was preparing for. However, not everything that Deryth needed to know could learned among the trees. Before becoming a forester, one needed to at least know how to read and do basic arithmetic.
  
  So, Deryth started his lessons in the village. During his sixteenth year, Deryth's seemingly middling life began its descent. During that year's harvest celebrations, he and several others, drowned themselves into inebriation. This of course led to being caught red-handed committing some rather lewd acts with a few of the village girls. Almost needless to say, it didn't go over well with the girls' families and they demanded punishment be brought upon Deryth. Only because Ronan stepped in, Deryth's sentence was banishment for a term of 5 years.
  
  Normally, those that are banished are stripped of their assets and must leave with nothing but the clothes on their back. However, with winter not long off, Ronan left him a bow and a rucksack of necessities in woods without the village knowing. It was with this gesture that Deryth would end up surviving the following winter in the depths of the forest that he was raised in. With the exception of his mentor, the lengthy and difficult season tempered his mentality against the people that cast him out.
  
  The turn of the season meant Deryth was now seventeen, and although he weighed considerably less than he did last harvest, he knew it was time to move on as his desire to return had melted with the snow. Leaving a simple written word in the crudely constructed hut for his mentor to find, and like his mother before him, Deryth left behind everything he'd ever known behind him.
  
  Not having a particular destination in mind, Deryth meandered southward, so that at least the next winter would be less harsh. Since it reminded him of the harsh lesson that he learned, Deryth would come to avoid alcohol and the touch of a woman. Instead, he started to focus on his survival and from that, Deryth realized the importance of money. A mercenary approach served him well over the next year and Deryth's figure barely suffered during the next winter.
  
  Spring came with a new set of hurdles though. His dreams became infected by what he would know as 'The Voice'. A song that would contaminate his waking thoughts and its words pulled at threads of something that had been hidden long ago. Deryth tried to ignore it's allure initially but when his powers resurfaced, he could no longer deny it. Making his way to a main throughway, he begrudgingly answered the call to go west.
  
  
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  "It's unnatural... A power belonging to the spirits..." - Ronan
  Power:
  Intangibility
  
  Details:​
  Deryth is able to turn his body and any reasonably sized inanimate object he is touching intangible. Whilst in the this form, Deryth and said objects are able to move through solid objects and ignore most physical effects in his way by becoming non-physical being of energy. He's able to change his elevation via levitation, albeit slowly.
  
  The denser an object is, the harder it is to phase through. He's also less affected by gravity.
  
  He's unable to phase through liquids and will become completely tangible if he is submerged or covered. Thus, being in the rain will render his power inert.
  
  Note: Deryth's power is initially very underdeveloped compared the other Children of Villainy.
  
  

 

[Mirgris]

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  What would you give to others? Is you love for a young girl worth sacrificing if it will save her life? Of course it is while you still love her. After though? You have years of memories of loving someone who is essentially a stranger now, and you fear you will never really love like you did before. That maybe you gave away the best part of yourself. What would you end up being if you gave away all the best parts of yourself for others?
  
  Age: 20
  
  Original parents: Bihaal Dyrone and a young gardener.
  
  Supplies: A cart with a small mobile forge in it, a few dozen pounds of various metal ores, a bag of gold, a few days food. A set of medium armor, a hammer, a shield, a crossbow and 20 bolts.
  
  Companion: A Black Shire
  
  Village: Brandfork
  
  
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  I never knew I was special and I never wanted to be. I was a village orphan there was a few of us we worked around the town, usually an extra couple of hands where ever they are needed. Eventually I became a blacksmith apprentice, having worked around the shop and showing a remarkable talent for it. In a few short years I was better than my master and improving, my goods were being sold and the village was prospering because of it. I even made a decent amount of gold and was courting a child hood friend. I was preparing to propose when she was injured. An infection took her, a nasty one, of of the nastiest.
  
  I was at the forge working when my powers hit me like a ton of bricks. I poured my love for her into a golden amulet. I placed it in on her and it healed her.
  She kissed me and... I didn't care. It was nice to heal someone, to help them but I felt no more than I would any other stranger.
  
  She was a stranger, my love for her was in the amulet, beyond me ever feeling it.
  
  I left that night and never looked back.
  
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  The ability to sacrifice, parts of who he is, to give magical proprieties to equipment he makes.
  

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