Showcase Codex Entries: A Compendium of Characters

[BrandedAFreak]

These entries are for roleplay/writing purposes. The characters listed here are not meant to be confused with any other person- real or imagined. Please note that while most characters are for a modern-fantasy setting, one character is exclusively for fantasy and cannot/will not be altered. As well, a few of the characters can be altered/reworked for certain other settings including strictly fantasy as well as a few fandoms. More information will be provided for these characters. As of the moment, the majority of the characters listed here are going to be male, with a couple female characters that are to be played together (they are twins, after all). If you have any questions about my characters, please do not hesitate to reach out. Otherwise, enjoy!

 

[BrandedAFreak]

• Introduction
• General Information
• Physical Description
• Relationships
• Powers and Abilities
• History
• Notes

• 
  He stood there, his hands behind his back, a hint of a smile crossing his face. Those that surrounded him had him pegged as easy prey, perhaps because he was blind. And he was, in a way. Sure, he couldn't see as most people did, but that didn't mean he was completely without his sight. No, he saw wavelengths, echoes, or what most people considered auras. Colors and subtle shifts in the air around them that alerted him to their presence. He tipped his head to one side, a subtle movement that allowed him to hear their approach all the better. When the first one attacked, they went down quick, with a grab of the wrist and a twist of the arm, forcing them to their knees. His hand pressed against the shoulder joint, a faint scowl crossing his face. "I'm not the easy prey you might think I am," he stated in a low, rasping voice. His attention shifted to another that tried to approach. Tried and froze, as his eyes seemed to look right through them.
  
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  Full Name
  Tobrin Avalone
  
  Also Known as
  Conor Teague
  Ronan Butler
  Sean Quinn
  Levi Mulligan
  Rìan Lynch
  
  Title
  Fae Sorcerer
  
  Date of Birth
  Autumn Equinox
  
  Age
  approx. 1,750 years old (appears in his late 30s to early 40s)
  
  Species
  Fae (Seelie)
  
  Home
  Fae Realm (Any setting)
  The Lake House (Lake Lorelei, LA) (Modern-fantasy only)
  
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  Gender
  Male
  
  Eye Color
  Blue-grey (blind)
  
  Hair Color/Length
  Dark blonde to brown; just past his shoulders
  
  Height
  6'2
  
  Weight
  170 lbs
  
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  Oberon Avalone (twin brother)
  Aine Avalone (sister-in-law)
  Niamh Avalone (sister; deceased)
  Chaths (brother-in-law; deceased)
  Reyna Avalone Teague (grand-niece)
  Riona Avalone Teague (grand-niece)
  
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  Telepathy
  Healing
  Elemental (Primarily earth and fire, with a bit of water)
  Teleportation
  Glamour
  Blindsight
  
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  Tobrin hated his mother: that is something that is very much apparent in the way he refers to her. The Bitch Witch Queen of the Fae. Though, whatever she did to him, he tends to keep to himself.
  
  Both Tobrin and Oberon were born approximately 1,750 years ago to the former Queen of the Seelie Fae and an unknown Fae noble. Neither of the brothers knew their father. For their mother, he had served his purpose in granting her children and that was enough. There was no need to really have him in their lives, when they would have the best: tutors, instructors, and they would have her, as well. Something that both brothers grew to resent after her passing, as she had done everything she could to drive a wedge between them.
  
  From the onset, it was apparent that her chosen heir was to be Oberon. Not because he was the first born- that distinction went to Tobrin- but because he was so eager to please her and did everything she asked without question. Tobrin, however, was an infinitely curious child and always had a question at the ready. Typically, that question was 'why'. For a woman that was used to everyone following her orders without question, she found herself disappointed that her eldest son wouldn't fall into line, like the others. As with many other things, this would cause a rift between mother and son.
  
  As they grew, the pair were provided with the best: they had the best tutors that taught them many things, including history and diplomacy. They had instructors that guided them through both martial lessons as well as magic. Though he was an apt pupil with magic, Oberon was more interested in martial lessons. Tobrin, on the other had, excelled in magic and had soon surpassed his own instructors. With nothing more to learn from them, he took to learning on his own, discovering different aspects of Fae magic outside of combat magic: healing and defensive and protection. He learned how to create and dispel wards and barriers. He learned magics that would enhance and strengthen allies.
  
  There was a downside to his learning, however: he always pushed himself, in order to prove himself to his mother. In doing so, he tapped into magic that was best left alone, magic that had very nearly killed him the first time he used it. In the end, he lost his sight completely.
  
  For the longest time, the only companion he had was Oberon, who was finding himself wanting the advice of his brother over any other. It was due to Oberon that Tobrin was granted the title of sorcerer, though it was a title that was meant to placate him. A joke made by their mother that he turned into his own.
  
  In her later years, their mother dallied with a human of Seer blood, giving birth to their only sister, Niamh. It was shortly after Niamh's birth that their mother finally passed on, leaving Oberon as King. Despite her attempts to drive a wedge between the pair, they ended up being better friends after her death and while raising their sister.
  
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  Tobrin is a modern-fantasy character that can be adapted and altered for play in other settings, primarily strictly fantasy as well as certain fandoms (Harry Potter, MCU, and Dragon Age).
  

 

[BrandedAFreak]

• Introduction
• General Information
• Physical Description
• Relationships
• Misc.
• History
• Notes

• 
  There were whispered rumors, about the mage. No one was quite sure what to believe and no one was quite sure what to make of him. He had arrived in their village about four or five years ago, making himself right at home at the very edges of the village. He kept mostly to himself, only conversing with the inhabitants of the village when it was needed. He was their healer, the one that created the potions and poultices they took to keep well. He was the voice of reason, often mediating when cooler heads were needed. And, in times of need, he was their guardian: he was a mage, after all, built for fighting and protecting those that he considered his friends and his family.
  
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  Full Name
  Corbyn Helbis
  Corbyn Ashwing
  
  Date of Birth
  Winter Solstice
  
  Age
  Mid to late 30s
  
  Species
  Half-Elf
  
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  Gender
  Male
  
  Eye Color
  Grey
  
  Hair Color/Length
  Dark blonde to brown; usually kept on the long side
  
  Height
  between 6'0 and 6'1
  
  Weight
  169 lbs
  
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  Family
  Sorcha Ashwing (mother; deceased)
  Modyn Helbis (father)
  Tristyn Ashwing (grandfather; deceased)
  Lysara Ashwing (grandmother; deceased)
  Faolan Ashwing (uncle; whereabouts unknown)
  
  Marital Status
  Single
  
  Companion
  His apprentice
  
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  Occupation
  Alchemist/Enchanter/Healer
  
  Class
  Battlemage/Healer
  
  Typical Clothing Style
  Casual comfortable (tends to dress as if he's poor)
  
  Accessories
  Ashwing Family Amulet, Modyn's Leather Bracers, enchanted rings (his own creations)
  
  Other Items
  Book of Research Notes, Satchel, Quill, Inkwell
  
  Personality
  Quiet. Reserved. Detached. Scholarly. Cautious. Blunt to the point of being cruel or rude. Only has patience for his apprentice
  
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  Corbyn Helbis doesn't much like to talk about his past. His childhood was a somewhat happy one, marred only by the early death of his mother when he was still a baby. Raised for a few years by his father, he was given to his grandparents at the age of seven, for them to look after while Modyn went on a mission for his High Priestess. A venture that was only meant to take a few months up to a couple years lasted far longer.
  
  Even to this day, no one has seen anything of the group that had ventured to the north.
  
  Corbyn's childhood with his grandparents was punctuated with lessons with various tutors on different subjects: history, rhetoric, music, religion, and politics. Though he excelled in everything he studied, Corbyn was most interested in history and religion, finding that the two sometimes intertwined together.
  
  At the age of ten, it was discovered that Corbyn- much like his father- could wield magic (maybe there was an accidental fire in the stables...no one was hurt). His lessons then expanded to include being tutored by an old mage that had been a friend of his grandfather's. Much like history and religion, he absorbed everything he was taught and put those lessons to good use. On his own, he started to learn alchemy and how to create potions and poisons. He learned how to hurt and heal and how to tell when one was needed over the other.
  
  He loved it all.
  
  When Corbyn turned fifteen, his grandmother passed away, leaving his grandfather withdrawn and morose. The house became quieter and less cheerful. Shortly after, though, Trystan passed away as well: he had been in poor health even before Lysara's death. Her passing had just weakened him even more.
  
  Left with the family estate in the capital city and a fortune, Corbyn worked with his tutors and those few he trusted to figure out his next steps. At fifteen, he wasn't quite considered an adult yet, but he also wasn't a child to be coddled. In the end, it was decided that the house would be shut up until Corbyn had time to decide what to do. In the meantime, he moved to a quiet village, well away from the city, opting to live with his magic tutor for until he came of age himself.
  
  The village seemed to accept the adolescent with open arms and treated him as an extension of the old mage himself. In a few short years, Corbyn had made a name for himself as a healer of some renown, but he was unsettled. Dreams of an old temple and fragments of someone else's memories drove him to leave the village for a time, promising the old mage that he would return as soon as he had answers.
  
  Corbyn won't talk much about his adventures: the scrapes and fights he got into and the near brushes with death. He won't talk about the excitement of exploring lost ruins or escaping bandits by the skin of his teeth. If pushed, he'll brush off any questions about the state of his left leg and arm, stating that he had an accident that refused to heal properly.
  
  Whatever happened over those years- for he was gone for about six or seven years- left him quieter and more reserved. When he returned to the old mage's village, those that had seen him as an adolescent barely recognized him. He remained only a few short months before he was gone again, traveling further west and away from the city to a remote village, surrounded on all sides by a vast forest.
  
  Here, he made his home and set up shop as an apothecary and a healer. Here, he set wards and traps for those that would seek to harm the people of the village. Here, he remained.
  
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  Corbyn is my only, strictly, fantasy character. Maybe later on, I'll work on adapting him for a more modern play, but not at the moment
  

 

[BrandedAFreak]

• Introduction
• General Information
• Physical Description
• Relationships
• Misc.
• History
• Notes

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  "Never take that course with Professor Rousseau. It's the worst. Like, I almost failed because I forgot one little thing."
  
  "Professor Rousseau? He's tough, but he expects you to follow along easily enough. Take the notes and study and you'll be just fine."
  
  "I hated that class, but I have enough respect for the man to know that it wasn't his fault. Just a difference in opinions. Outside of class? He was actually willing to help."
  
  You'll hear different stories, about Professor Rousseau. That he's a hard ass, that he's tough but fair, that he's always willing to offer assistance. But there is one thing that everyone can agree on and it's the little nickname that puts a smirk on his face:
  
  The Demonic Professor from Hell
  
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  Full Name
  Dominic Rousseau
  
  Also Known As
  -The Demonic Professor from Hell
  -"Yeah, that asshole over there" (usually by Keiran)
  -Tobias (?)
  
  Titles
  -Professor Dominic
  -Professor Rousseau
  
  Home
  Lake Lorelei, LA
  
  Date of Birth
  September 22
  
  Age
  late 30s to early 40s
  
  Species
  Human (questionable)
  
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  Gender
  Male
  
  Eye Color
  Dark brown to almost black
  
  Hair Color/Length
  Dark brown, shoulder length, slightly curly
  
  Height
  6'0
  
  Weight
  165 lbs
  
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  Family
  Keiran Burke (adopted son)
  
  Marital Status
  Single
  
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  Occupation
  University Professor
  
  Typical Clothing Style
  Casual comfortable (jeans, long sleeved shirts, blazer jackets, etc)
  
  Accessories
  Bronze skeleton key (necklace that he always wears), simple bronze ring (no decoration)
  
  Other Items
  Book of Research Notes, Satchel
  
  Personality
  Reserved. Detached. Scholarly. Cautious. Blunt to the point of being cruel or rude. Has a reputation for calling out students that are not able to keep up with the work in the class. Dominic doesn't suffer fools and will very quickly show someone out, if they are being foolish. Those that are willing to put in the work or try their best are always offered a way.
  
• 
  There isn't much known about the man known as Dominic Rousseau. Even he won't provide concrete answers to certain questions, such as where he received his education or what year he was born.
  
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  Dominic is an older character getting a revamp and a rework. There isn't anything to his history, at this time. However, it will be worked out and revealed through roleplay. He is strictly modern/urban fantasy.