Fantasy [CS] - Like the Stars Chase the Sun

[noil]

Character Template:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Height:
+Occupation/Title:
Appearance: fc, drawing, and/or describe
Personality: doesn’t have to be in depth, we’ll see it in rp anyway
+Magic discipline: Single word descriptor if you can (eg. pyromancy, plant magic, etc)
+Special abilities: Any magical ability, skill, spell your character has mastered or is unique to them
Background: How did they end up here, plus anything you think could become relevant. Can be as long or as short as you like. If there’s anything you’d like me to know but want to keep secret from the other players, feel free to dm.

+ means only include if applicable

 

[noil]

• General
• Background

• 
  Name: Talia Soldati
  Age: 32
  Race: Human
  Height: 5’7”
  Occupation/Title: Captain of the Kestrels
  Appearance: Light skin, dirty blond hair twisted up at the back of her head, and brown eyes. Has a particularly nasty burn scar covering her left shoulder and creeping up the side of her neck. She’s almost never seen out of her plate armor, which lays over tabards of the royal colors of green and purple
  Personality: No-nonsense, concise, makes judgements fast and sticks to them, sees issues as black and white, fiercely loyal to the Kestrels and the king. People are tools, relationships are weakness
• 
  Talia has been in the fight against magic since the beginning. One of the original sellswords contracted by the kingdom, she quickly earned the respect of her peers for her strategy, conviction, and brutal efficiency in dealing with the threat. Prior to the Cleansing, she traveled often, selling her skills as a bodyguard to nobles and wealthy citizens. The sudden formation of the Kestrels initially drew her in for its promise of regular income and prestige, but as she became more involved and rose in rank Talia easily fell in with the anti-magic rhetoric of the group. Now, having fought against, and lost comrades to, fae and human mages alike, her dislike for their kind is second nature.

 

[noil]

• General
• Magic
• Background

• 
  Name: Erik Graven
  Age: 27
  Race: Human
  Height: 5’8”
  Appearance: Dusty brown skin, messy black hair, grey eyes.
  Personality: Dismissive, sardonic, and blunt. Quick-thinking and adaptable. He usually comes across as rude as he hates formalities or trying to do things the diplomatic way
• Magic discipline: Life magic - dark (necromancy)
  Special abilities:
  Sensing - ability to feel out the presence of living beings in the immediate area.
  Séance - can call forth and speak with the spirits of the deceased. Difficulty/success dependent upon time passed since death and the willingness of the spirit in question to talk
  Life steal - can absorb the life force from non-sentient living things. Scaling from grasses and plants up to medium sized animals if he tries hard enough. This energy can be used to bolster his own health, released as a wave of force, or used to strengthen other magic
  Reanimation - related to life steal, he can take the stolen life force of other things and place it into deceased plants or creatures. This doesn't actually bring them back to life, being more like puppeteering, as creatures regain no will of their own, and the spell wears off after a short time. Can work on any dead thing, though the larger or more complex the more difficult the spell and more energy required
  Soul manipulation - very difficult and taxing, but he has the ability to apply a tangible “pressure” on a person’s spirit. He thinks he’ll eventually learn to separate a person’s consciousness from their body, but for now it just causes a feeling of crushing weight and disorientation
• Background:
  For the better part of the last decade, Erik has called the goblin-infested Gammelig Mountains south of Vaill his home. Much of his adult life has focused on venturing within the borders of Cantawar to seek out and collect magical artifacts or tomes describing the practices that previously had been common in the kingdom. He found the rugged terrain and the inhabitants of Gammelig afforded an effective deterrent to pursuit from any less than friendly attention he might draw from Cantawar.
  Prior to that, Erik hails from the capital of Vaill, Iomal. Or to be more forthright, Erik is the son of Duke and Duchess Graven of Vail. However, he is all but officially disowned by the family, and has no interest in returning to that life. As far as the people know, there is still an eldest son of the Duke, they simply do not speak of him anymore.
  His luck ran out when one of his leads on a particularly interesting manuscript brought him a little too close to a Kestrel outpost and he was arrested and shown the hospitality of Danach’s prisons.

 

[CallMeBryn]

Dahlia Urog Smithson​

_{Artwork in progress ~}

• General
• Magic
• Background

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  Race
  Half-Orc
  
  Age
  26
  
  Height
  6'0"
  
  Occupation
  Arcanasmith
  
  Appearance
  Her skin is a reddish-grey color; too grey to be Human, and too reddish to be Orc. Most of her features she takes after her human father, but her Orcish mother gave her all the differentiating features, including her pointed ears, her height and muscular build, and the two small tusks that poke from her lips. She has long, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and burn scars on her forearms.
  
  Personality
  Dahlia is forbearing, reliable, and fiercely protective of those she becomes close to. On the other hand she is really slow to trust others, which can make her come off as aloof and unforgiving. When she still had her freedom, she enjoyed doing adventurous things, like exploring caves or cliff diving.​
  
  
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  Magic Discipline
  Abjuration & a bit of Transmutation
  
  Special Abilities​

  Fabrication - Dahlia can turn a raw material into a product made from that same material, which comes in very handy considering her profession. She can only create items that are within her skillset; as in, if she doesn't have the skill to make it with her hands, she cannot make it with magic. It takes ten minutes to cast the spell, generally, and the quality of products depends on the quality of the material used.
  
  Nullification - Can essentially cancel magic spells, enchantments, and curses near her. She can only nullify one spell at a time, and this effect is almost instantaneous before a spell affects a target. Enchantments and curses take time and concentration to nullify, and there's a risk of something backfiring. Stronger magic takes longer to cancel. Plenty of magic is too powerful and can only be partially nullified. Some enchantments, curses, etc., would take far too long for Dahlia to reasonably get rid of.
  
  Shield - A simple, but effective spell that quickly makes a large, magical shield which floats where it's cast. It's meant to defend against physical damage rather than magical. Dahlia can cast this to protect herself or someone else nearby, but she cannot cast multiple shields at the same time. How strong the shield is depends on the caster's physical strength.
  
  Warding Bond - This is a spell that Dahlia will use to protect others. Whoever this ward is cast on has all the damage they take redirected to Dahlia. Lasts for an hour when cast via touch, and lasts five minutes when cast from a distance. This spell could potentially save another's life at the cost of her own. The spell is ineffective if the target is too far away from her.
  
  Enchanting/Imbuing - When she smiths items, Dahlia can essentially fold spells into them, though they have slightly different effects when applied this way. She can also imbue and enchant items that are already made, but, while quick, imbuing is temporary, and enchanting premade items can take time.
  
  
  
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  The only reason Dahlia is still alive today is because of her mother and father. When the Cleansing first began, the Kestrels had broken in and tore her and her family from their home in the dead of night. Dahlia would never forget the blood that lined the cobblestones beneath her aching knees, or the bodies that lay in her peripherals as she knelt, trembling, before the business end of six swords. Her father, a human mage, pleaded for their lives while her mother, a talented Orcish blacksmith, offered Dahlia quiet comfort in the cold. The three of them were arrested instead of executed on the spot, but it was hardly a better fate. They were put to work immediately, made to create some of the very items that were used in the fight against magic.
  
  Ten long and grueling years have passed since that night. Dahlia's parents have been dead for a long time, so she's spent many lonely years in the Cantawar dungeons. She did what she could to prove herself invaluable and postpone what seemed like her inevitable execution. In between days beefing up Kestrel armories and nights fighting other prisoners for the guards' entertainment, Dahlia dreamed of freedom.
  
  
  

 

[spiralingheretic]

Name: Harlow Seaver

Age: 22

Race: human

Height: 5'2"

Occupation: Thief/Smuggler

Appearance: Harlow is on the shorter side with a bit of a stocky build, with a broad smile and shaggy dark hair. Her skin is a light brown and her eyes are almost black.



Personality: Harlow is brash and friendly, but don’t mistake that for trustworthy or honest. She’s been looking out for herself for a while now, and that will always be her first instinct, not that you’d think so from her behavior. Irreverent and arrogant to the point of it being dangerous, she finds trouble wherever she goes, which means she doesn’t tend to stay in one place very long. While she can be the life of the party, she doesn’t let anyone close enough to actually know her. Irresponsible and hedonistic, Harlow does what she feels like and leaves the place a mess. Known for being blunt and occasionally crude, she doesn’t tend to show much restraint.

Magic discipline: N/A

Special abilities:
Inherent passive luck field-- gets her out trouble in technically possible but increasingly unlikely ways

Background: Harlow was born to a family of farmers deep in the Sentian countryside. She quickly grew bored working on the farm, so when a group of traveling merchants came through town, she saw her chance, running away, no goodbyes, no looking back. Young Harlow earned her keep helping the merchants display, transport, and maintain their wares. So it went for several years, until one night when the caravan was attacked by bandits! Recognizing there was no winning against the bandits, Harlow appealed to let her join them instead. Amused by the girl, the leader acquiesced, figuring she wouldn't last very long anyway. Yet the bandit leader was wrong, and soon observed for himself her "skill" (actually pure luck) in the field. Harlow soon rose in the ranks and became, if not infamous, then a regionally renowned outlaw. Though having no opinion on magic-users herself, she often smuggled magical artifacts across borders for various buyers.

However, Harlow's fatal flaw soon reared its ugly head: disloyalty. After a particularly lucrative raid, she took off on her own with the spoils, and the other bandits swore revenge. Even Harlow's good fortune couldn't save her with the law, her former gang, and her own arrogance working against her. She was caught by the Kestrels selling magical items just outside the capital, who she later suspected were tipped off by one of her old crew. Harlow was thrown into prison, yet she knew she couldn't be contained for very long. Right on queue, only a week after Harlow had been imprisoned, the king was killed and everything descended into chaos (just as she liked it).

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Name: Nina Simone Rivera

Age: appears 19 in age, but she's much older. maybe around like- 2,000

Race: Fae, a spirit of sorts to be specific

Height: 5'2

Occupation/Title: Prisoner

Appearance: (( she only glows sometimes ))

Personality: Kind, but a bit strange. She's the endearing sort, but she seems very naive. Especially for someone who just got out of prison. Not exactly the... smartest. But hey, she's a sweetheart so that'll make up for it.

Magic discipline: Divination + Enchantment

Special abilities: See thoughts: Nina can quite easily slip into the mind of others, sometimes she does it on accident or without meaning to. And she rarely uses it unless she's trying to help someone. (( her most common use of it is looking in someone's head for any memories or thoughts that are hurting them. ))

Forget: Nina quite often tampers with the memories of others, it's how she was able to survive so long without getting caught. She can make people forget her easily(or fail to notice her entirely). But making them forget anything besides her is much harder.

Comfort: Nina uses her voice to heal, her words a warm in like the comforting rays of the sun. this ability she has is usually used after she has looked into someone's mind and identified a memory or thought that was hurting them or weighed on their soul. She whispers comforting words to aid them and help them heal. It's like charmspeak but she's cultivated it to basically be therapy.


Background: Nina has wandered the land for ages, dedicating herself to helping others. No one knows why, not even her, it's just a compulsion she feels. Perhaps she tired of hearing the anguish in people's mind and dedicated herself to quieting their pain. Perhaps she was just simply, kind. No one knows, and no one ever remembers her after she's done helping them.

She was drawn to Cantawar in the times of the cleansing, the cries of the mages and her fellow fae being driven out and slaughtered rang through her head. She knew of the danger and stayed hidden, helping many mages and fae escape from the shadows. She would be a guide to groups of those wishing for escape and lead then to safety, anytime they were spotted she'd make whoever saw them forget. She became a figure of hope to mages and Fae. "The Ghost of the Spire" was a nickname given to her. Her actions were never truly forgotten, she was one Fae, and could only do so much. But she did enough to ensure her safety.

Then she got an idea. She wanted to help the mages already in the prisons. She could help them, she started with a human girl named Nina. that's right, you heard me. However the task grew to be too much for her. She couldn't make so many guards continuously forget her and the locks combatted all types of magic. She could not help. And the guards ended up letting the human Nina starve to death down in that cell.

And then they managed to get her, she was already exhausted from making the guards forget constantly and she couldn't fight well. She would be killed. She knew the guards would kill any fae on sight. So she used the last ounces of energy she had left to steal the human Nina's identity. She changed her physical body to resemble the dead human girl and made the guards forget she did it. She was thrown into the cell again and couldn't find anyway out. How lovely.

 

[slim]

• general.
• magic.
• background.

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  Name: Eadri Orien
  Age: 21
  Race: Avian
  Height: 5'1"
  +Occupation/Title: Assassin /Spy
  Appearance: fc, drawing, and/or describe: Her skin is naturally light brown but has been darkened by the sun during her time in the mountains. Her eyes are a piercing white and her feathers and wings are a blueish-black. Most of her body is fairly humanoid but her feet and wings give away her avian heritage. Her black talons are roughly the size of a human male's pinky and extremely sharp. Her right wing is a bit crooked due to a bad injury as a teen and it never healed correctly. As a result, her flying has been affected. She can't fly for too long without pain and her flights are a bit wonky.
  Personality: Her job requires her to be secretive and so it represents her personally as well. She's not exactly drawn to conversation or people alike. Despite working in the more underground part of the city, she does enjoy having a name for herself built off her hard work and successes no matter how grisly they are. She maintains a serious persona for her work since she dabbles in serious matters but she's still a very young adult, especially for an avian. She's naturally curious and at times prone to emotions especially when her ego is bruised. Her time in the dungeon has hardened her and the loss of her only living family member has made life seem like a very unappealing task of late.
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  magic discipline: elemental (storm)
  special abilities:
  electricity is her default and most used out of her abilities, with blasts of lightning being her go to move to end a fight. Summoning clouds of fog or a wind current to get her out of a mess are also an easy fix to a bad situation. Wide-scale storms are harder to do and not as necessary but also part of her skillset. Whether a storm with tornados, hail, or a fun mix of everything, she's got it ready to unleash. The longevity and destruction depends on her stamina and can be quite taxing on her.
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  Eadri was born in the great Gammelig mountains and resided in a small colony of avians who had made the mountains their home for hundreds of years. She had four younger siblings who she loved dearly despite how annoying they could be at times. Their parents taught them to hunt and forage, and when they weren't helping around the home they were playing and exploring. Life could be mundane but it was peaceful and she had everything she needed.
  News of the queen never reached their colony, nor would they have cared for it if it had. They recognized no king or queen, royalty or any sense of leadership was foreign to them. A few years passed after the initial Cleansing had passed with little incident, but eventually they had been spotted by some residents of the neighboring kingdom, Vaill, and the Kestrels had been informed. The colony had though their home had been unreachable by anyone without wings, but they soon found out it was very much possible with enough hate in the heart. Eadri and her second-oldest sibling, Geel, had been their usual races in the mountain gorges that only got more and more competitive over the years. As the two made their way back home huffing and puffing, what they saw stole the last of their breath out of them.
  
  The last of the fires had been put out by the harsh winds, but the smoke still rose from the burned trees and grass. Crumpled bodies laid twisted on the ground swarmed by nets, and some of their wings had been slashed off as trophies. One by one, the familiar black wings of their parents and siblings were spotted. Not a single hand or power had been raised to stop their attackers who didnt count for a single one of the dead. Their people had only attempted to flee.
  
  The pair were barely 15 years old, and had no idea where to go. Eadri advised her brother to simply stay in the mountains, but Geel was focused on revenge to a point it drove him mad. So that night, Eadri dutifully followed her brother towards Vaill.
  While most of the avians that had been in her colony only wielded nature elemental abilities (and on a much lower scale) if they even had abilities at all, Eadri and Geel had been two peas in a pod especially when it came to ability. They previously only used their power to fly faster or play hide and seek in the fog, but now electricity poured out in malicious currents towards Kestrels and left their bodies charred in their armor. Geel relished in the destruction while Eadri only did it to keep her brother safe. Eventually the two made their way into Cantawar and got swept up in the belly of the underground that fae and humans alike shared in. Geel enjoyed the thrum and grime of the city while Eadri wished only to return home, but her brother was only at the beginning of satisfying his lust for revenge. He eventually joined a gang of sorts that dabbled in thievery and murder where his talents were put to use but only fanned the flames of the fear of magic. Eadri refused to take part, but her brother would always relay his teachings to her and forced her to listen and learn. Bit by bit he got her to do some low level jobs with him, and she was desperate to keep him safe which began to matter more than her morals as he got into more and more ludicrous schemes. Eventually she joined the group officially and pushed down the last of her waning morals. The group caused alarm across the city, and soon more and more Kestrels were on the hunt, which meant more targets for Geel. Eventually it all came to a grinding halt. The hide out was found, and this time the siblings were there. Eadri attempted to flee but was shot from the sky and her wing snapped from the fall. As she fought unconsciousness, her brother attempted fighting the Kestrels off. Thankfully her body finally succumbed to rest as her brother's body crumpled to the floor beside her. Eadri was hauled off along with two other of the gang members and faced trial. The other two were executed, but Eadri was thrown into the dungeon. Without any proper care, her wing healed terribly and her life truly feels desolate.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[Fairyfloss]

• Details
• Background
• Powers

• 
  Name: Naja Syva
  Age: 18
  Race: Human
  Height: 5’
  
  Personality: Shy, very easily bribed with money. Puts herself before others, but still willing to risk herself for those who she truly trusts. Doesn’t trust Kestrels.
  
• 
  Naja was only eight when the Cleansing began, and as a young girl, she had little hope of getting out of the city without her parents' help. And her parents were not fast enough to get their things together and flee. Only Naja managed to get away from the raid, using her magic to hide herself and silence her sobbing as she watched her parents get dragged away.
  
  Ever since, Naja has lived on the streets, using her magic powers to go unseen, committing petty crimes just to stay alive, her only goal in life to simply survive until tomorrow.
  
  But now, Naja grows tired of constantly hiding away, and the king’s assassination means there is now an opportunity for change. Volunteering to work alongside those that once dragged her parents away in chains, she hopes to help free the princess in order to ensure that she might be set free from the constant fear she lives in. For if the Kestrels no longer hunt her, then there is no longer a need for her to hide from them. Maybe then she can start a normal life.
  
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  Magic: Deception Magic
  
  
  • Conceal: Naja is able to conceal objects, turning them invisible. The bigger the objects are, and the more she conceals at a time, the more it drains her energy, especially if the objects move. This does not stop the objects from making noise, or being physically present. Does not work against detection spells.
  • Mute: Naja is able to mute noises in a radius around a point. This mutes all noises that originate from within the spell’s area of effect, but does not affect noises that originate outside of the area, nor can she control what it does or does not mute.
  • Feign: Naja can make an object look like something else, though this does not change the weight or actual shape of an object - making something look bigger makes it possible to put things ‘inside’ of the fake appearance, while making something look smaller’ conceals the parts of the object that would otherwise be ‘outside’ of the fake appearance. The more drastic the change, and the longer Naja keeps it up, the more t
  • Tag: Naja can ‘tag’ up to three objects by touching them. This, on its own, does nothing, but is used for other spells. Conceal, Feign and Mute can be cast on tagged objects, or from a tagged object’s position.
  • Recall: Teleports a tagged object, small enough to be carried in one hand, into Naja’s hand, as long as she is within half a kilometer of said object.
  • Chime: Creates a chime sound at a tagged object’s location.
  • Flash: Creates a brief, bright flash of light originating from a tagged object.

 

[Zyngard]

• General
• Magic
• Background

• 
  Name: Irie (Eye-ree)
  Age: 50 Race: Fae (Homonculus)/Artificial Humanoid
  Height: 5'5"
  Occupation/Title: Ranger/Tracker/Mage
  Personality: Doesn't much like being the center of attention, but a generally helpful person. She's rather easily trusting of people, but if her trust is abused, getting it back is rather difficult. While she's not quite literal, she doesn't much 'get' social cues or figures of speech. Believes in life being sacred, and avoids taking the life of another humanoid even under the most dire circumstances.
  
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  Magic discipline: N/A
  Special Abilities:
  
  Eye of Trajectory: One of her eyes is particularly enhanced over the other, allowing her to focus in past what most would be able to, to assist in hitting faraway targets, and has enhanced night vision. This eye will glow with a magical sigil over it while this ability is active, and if she has her other eye open, the difference in vision leaves her rather disoriented, and focusing in such a manner leaves her tunnel-visioned. Passively, this eye allows her to see the trajectory of 'projectiles', both those she throws, and those thrown at her, as glowing lines of light. While this doesn't assist her with the initial aiming process, it does allow her to see whether it will hit a stationary target the moment the projectile has left her bow, or hands, and where a projectile headed her way will hit, to allow her to dodge, or give forewarning. She must consciously recognize the projectile for this to take effect, and as such, is vulnerable to being caught off guard, or if a projectile will leave her field of view. Curiously, the eye seems to have a limited form of foresight, as it will factor in unexpected events into the trajectory, such as a magical shield, or the projectile being knocked away, through the lines arc being altered.
  
  Magical Prosthetics: Though her entire body is artificial, her right forearm down is a further level, being formed of hardened wood and a metal rod in the center as the 'bone', reinforced with durability enhancements, leaving it a somewhat effective shield. Curiously, both the metal and the wood that her arm is made of are inherently magical, and can drain from her mana stores to repair themselves, should they be cut, though they cannot regrow parts that are fully chopped off.
  
  Artificial Lifeform: Due to her nature as a homonculus, she has a limited control over her own biology, being able to consciously interfere with certain processes such as her heartbeat or metabolism. In the former case, it's dangerous to do this too much, and she typically does it purely to calm herself down for a shot, and in the latter case, it's rather limited, not being particularly able to control much of it. Poisons, while still effective on her, are a little less than half as effective, while taking slightly longer to take effect, turning potentially lethal dosages into livable, albeit still dangerous, dosages.
  
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  The creation of a pair of mages without the ability to conceive a child of their own, her parents were never one to give up without a fight, or a bit of magic. After all, where mortality failed, the magic that set them above mortals could be tried next! Of course, the process of creating life would be a challenge even to the most almighty of mages, and the process would take them years, during which they worked tirelessly, determined to see the project through, both for reputations sake, and for their desire to be seen through. Eventually, though, after countless failures, they had their success, a homonculus, or artificially created human. Brought into the world in her matured state, she will likely remain that way her whole life, and much of the three decades of her 'childhood' was spent performing experiments, procedures to perfect and improve her, and teach her. ...Of course, there was only so much time before the kingdom they were housed in turned against the idea of magic as a whole. For the pairs magnum opus, she was in the wilderness a days ride away, practicing and honing her more mundane skills, she came back to a charred house, with no sign of those who had spent so much to bring her to be, body, mind, and soul. She would proceed to disappear herself, living in the wild for a decade, and evading pursuit for longer, hunting for food, or for bounties, to keep herself fed, but mostly living as a recluse. She couldn't evade capture forever, though, and when unusually high traces of magic were found around her... it was only a matter of time before the more... strange parts of her were discovered.
  

 

[Stern LuLuLu]

Name: Seto Luzon
Age:25
Race:human
Height:5'5
+Occupation/Title: Laymen/sellsword
Appearance:

Personality: An enthusiastic fellow. He can be a bit out there when he talks but he always means well for people. He can sometimes get under people's skin without trying to. An will often go out of his way to help those who need it. People who share baked goods with him just earned themselves a friend.

+Magic discipline: n/a

+Special abilities:
Sol Luna
In the light of the burning sun, he becomes faster and vastly improved stamina.
In the light of the cooling moonlight, he gets stronger and becomes more durable.



Background: Seto was raised by a clan of nomads with his father where he learned to fight and adapt to new places and people. His mother would go out to make deals with merchants for food when there was nothing around to hunt with whatever goods they found in their travels and Seto tagged along often. One day when his father and mother were away, the place where his clan had a made camp for the night a starved-looking beast that lost its home because of the Cleansing. In the middle of the fight with the beast, the village was hit with a huge flood leaving him and the beast as the last survivors. Both with life dying the beast used the last of its power to make sure it would live on in some way giving it's the ability to the unconscious Seto. His father and mother came and found him all by himself and took him to the nearest city which was Vaill. Where Seto decided to find a way to get revenge for his clan. Seto's mother was able to get a place to stay a layman friend of hers. Seto asked them to train him. They agreed after hearing their story. In which he did extremely well maybe with heth the help of his unknown ability. Seto continued to Believing what he would meet the beast again one day. As he goes through training and adventuring to hone his skills and gain more world knowledge so he will be prepared for their next encounter.

 

[YsFanatic]

Name: Valleni
Age: 34
Race: Human (originally)
Height: 5 foot 9 inches
Appearance:


Personality: Having been mostly cut off from civilization for just over a decade, Valleni is longer used to dealing with people. As such she has become quiet and withdrawn compared to how she used to be.

Special abilities: While Valleni has no special powers of her own, she is able to draw upon the spear's power to a limited extent.
Cursed Body: In addition to changing her physical appearance, the spear's curse has strengthened her body, giving her an increase to speed and strength. While it helps offset her lack of training or experience with the weapon, its not enough to let her match any of the more veteran Kestrels. In addition Valleni has increased resistances to curses.

Return to Me: The spear does not tolerate being away from Valleni. When separated from her it manipulates things to return to her. Often this is a simple compulsion that will drive whatever person or animal that comes in contact with it to bring it to her, but sometimes it manages to close the distance to her via unknown means.

Healing: Due to the curse, Valleni can't be healed by holy means.

Curse Eater: The spear is able to devour curses for its own benefit. The process generally takes some time, and if Valleni would attempt to draw a curse out of a living thing she must stab them with the spear and leave it there until the process is complete, a rather painful event to say the least.

Monarch's Demise: A curse that consumed an ancient monarch. While active, the spear deals additional curse damage with every strike and grants her the ability to temporarily assume a more ghostly form, gaining resistance against physical attacks and allowing her blows to bypass mundane armor. However that form is exhausting to maintain, limiting its use to a few minutes at a time with a lengthy rest period.

Dormant Curses: There are two other notable curses contained within the spear, but Valleni does not know about them and can not draw upon their power yet.

Background: Lived in a village in a forest, largely forgotten by the larger world. Life was rather normal for Valleni until she ranged further than normal foraging for berries and other edibles where she found a small cave. Curious, she ventured inside and found the ancient remains of some kind of humanoid creature, its hands grasping a spear made out of some kind of dark colored metal. Thinking it could be sold for a good amount of money to the traveling merchant that sometimes came through, she brought it back with her. As planned the young woman was able to trade it for a sizable sum. That was the last the village ever saw of that merchant.

Months later the body of the merchant's guard was discovered nearby, mauled by a wild animal and the spear laying nearby. Since then Valleni would always find the spear nearby, no matter how far away it was taken or how the village tried to seal it away, it would return to her by means no one could figure out. The other villagers began calling it cursed, and fearing what might happen to the others if it stayed nearby, she eventually left her home, carrying only what she could carry and the cursed weapon. For years she lived in isolation in the wilderness, only rarely coming visiting a town or village for information or supplies, and it was on one of those visits she learned about the Cleansing. While at one point she would have gone to them for help, the spear's corruption had started to warp her body and she was concerned that they would simply kill her instead. As such Valleni withdrew even more from society, actively avoiding people to live completely in in the forest.

The peace she found living alone would not last. Eventually the Kestrels tracked her down, how she did not know, and lacking any real experience or training with the spear she was easily captured. Despite her pleas that she was a victim of the spear and begging them to find a way to destroy it, Valleni ended up being locked in a cell. Fortunately for her, she was only there for a few days before the assassination of the king happened and a chance for freedom was presented to her...

 

[Jasbraq]

• General
• Background
• Abilities

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  Name: Elena Dunn
  Age: 87
  Race: Fae (Baobhan Sith)
  Height: 5”6”
  
  Personality: Likes to avoid any sense of confrontation, can be rather noble sounding and stuck up once comfortable
  
  
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  Having lived in Sentia for as long as she remembers, Elena has lived a rather comforting life compared to the general Fae, using her abilities to exploit the common people. Most of her sisters have already left for the highlands of Vaill and have most likely perished or fled somewhere even further.
  
  Her cushy life crumbled as the backwater guarding post was replaced by much more zealous regiment after the spotting of Fae activity in her area, quickly being forced out of the village she had under her finger and currently only able to village hop.
  
  
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  Magic discipline: N/A
  
  Special abilities:
  
  Fool: Elena is able to disguise herself and blend into the crowd to even trained eyes, Although being in a panicked state will turn this ability void. This ability can be controlled and Elena is able to show her true form to those she wishes it to.
  
  Tempt: Elena can tempt a person to go along with them as if they were a trusted friend they knew for years, this however becomes more difficult with people that practice magic or against those who have practiced against similar abilities.
  
  Drain: Elena can drain a person’s vitality to serve as her sustenance, The amount of vitality she can receive depends on how long she's draining the target as well as the mana in the person’s essence, it however can have a rather bitter taste if the person considers their abilities or magic as “holy”
  
  Supernatural body: Elena’s physical feats exceed that of a person of her stature, having increased strength and speed while not being affected by the sun. Coming in contact with sunlight won’t instantly burn her up, instead making her weaker and weaker to the point a regular stable boy could finish her off.