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[The Crimson King]

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• No bigotry, don’t be a dick, everyone’s welcome here.
• Try to keep your guardian as unique as possible.
• Parent status family members get one Relic and one enchanted weapon.
• All abilities are first come first serve. If you want an ability someone else already has, try being their underling. They might just be willing to share their guardian’s power.

 

[The Crimson King]

Full Name: Hanji Fumikage.
Nickname(s):
- “Holy Sword”
- “Mister Moon (Tsuki-san)”
- “Dragonslayer”
- “Moonblade”
- “White Void”
- “Slaying Crescent”
- “Black Night”
- “Separator”
- “Blue Persecution”
- “Killing Light”
- “Heavens Piercer”
- etc.
- etc.

Affiliation: Fumikage Enterprises.

A conglomerate city wellness project that works to support many facets of business and recreation, which is ever more important in a city like Kaien, with it’s little to no support from the imperial government. It seeks out promising business ventures and loans them the appropriate funding, whether it’s a festival, a new storefront or something a little more personal, Fumikage can be a reliable advocate. This is, of course, a front, with less than legal business practices, which includes the funding of illegal activities. They’re also known to accept requests of help seeking employment in illegal occupations, a large handful of manufacturing company’s sweatshops are worked by revived corpses who received an deal of temporary employment from the Fumikage, their employment ending when their bodies rot away. Many of the cities corporate bounty hunters also claim direct affiliation with the family, as the Patriarch is well known to still partake in assassination work as a personal means of income.
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Rank: Patriarch. (Parent Status)
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Gender: Cisgender Male.
Sexuality: Asexual.
Romantic Orientation: Biromantic.
Age: 29.
Date of Birth: December 21st.
Height: 195 cm (6’4)
Weight: 73.4 kg (162 lbs.)
Body Modifications: His left arm is a prosthetic. He wears some kind of leather brace on his chin, apparently some kind of traditional protective gear.
Faceclaim / Artist Credit: @tahraart
Weapon of Choice:
Nisshoku - An enchanted longsword with a blade like midnight, that shines with white light when the moon is full. It glides through flesh like scissors through paper.

Equipment:
Kaguya - A charm amulet, a Relic attuned to the element of darkness. It beholds an aura of negative energy that extinguishes all sources of light in a 15 foot radius.

History: Hanji was born on the first day of winter. Some speculate he‘s an orphan and his parents died when he was young. It’s likely that he grew up in one of the many slums of Kaien before becoming a thug, a thief and eventually a criminal affiliated with the Fumikage family. He was adopted by Fumikage Kaede, who fully disclosed the true nature of his organization: a means to supply the elimination of aberrations and rogue magi. Hanji accepts; that very same day, his legendarily brutal grooming to become the next acting parent of the family began, teenage Hanji made to study, take jobs and train his body all day and all night, the luxuries of any child stripped away in the pursuit of his perfection. He loses his left arm in an unknown accident, which occurred on a mission on behalf of the family, after which he was grafted a prosthetic. On the eve of his 18th birthday, his father was satisfied and planned to step down as patriarch, though he was soon murdered in a raid by a splinter cell of the long defunct Mage’s Association. Hanji did not crave vengeance, as he knew it would destroy him. Instead he looked inward, and moved away. The organization had become kind of like a family for Hanji, and, thanks to his skills, he managed to become, in a short time, one of the best in the business, even being considered by many in the family to be the scariest thing on two legs.

Personality: In spite of his ghoulish appearance, he’s very smooth talking and charismatic, and appears to be a very prosperous, intelligent, and energetic person, passionate about his work and his duty. A valuable ally and an excellent friend. He’s not one to hold a grudge and is often pretty forgiving when someone owes him something, and is quick to adjust his mannerisms to make his guests more comfortable around him, aware of his intimidating presence. And yet, when he wants that effect… his aura is fierce, daunting, and exceptionally unnerving. He throws out sly quips to twist the air around him, all the while an unforgiving, unforgettable attacker. He has a certain air of both arrogance and true strength. His sunglasses twinkle as the corner of his deadpan expression lifts into a smirk.
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Guardian Name: Ichido Kagayaku
Moniker(s): What Remains of the Moon‘s Dragon Emperor / The Headless King.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Abilities:
Moonlight Creation, Manipulation and Transformation - This guardian grants the power to create, control and transform into moonlight, the latter of which allows the user to assume the properties of light, granting an incorporeal body and incredible speed, though staying in the form of moonlight requires immense focus, which can put a strain on one’s body if abused, but can be an exceptionally useful tool in combat once mastered.
False Light - This guardian grants the power to place false light inside a mortal soul, able to cure grievous wounds and revive the dead for an extended period of time before dissipating into moonlight. Any revived corpses affected by this ability does not go to Heaven or Hell upon disappearing, and simply cease to exist. Hanji’s personal best for a revived corpse’s duration of undeath is 72 hours.

History: What Remains Of The Moon’s Dragon Emperor was once the ruler of a vast and gorgeous kingdom, a husband to a beautiful lady, and father to many prodigious children. He was known far and wide for his generosity and patience, but ultimately he was challenged by a kingdom who claimed to be superior; and they certainly were, in every facet, a greater, more unified land. He was drawn to darkness by his innate lust for absolute victory, and as he prepared for war, he shut himself away, neglecting both his people and his family, and studied forbidden arts. He emerged a decade later a shell of his former self, but had become a powerful spellcaster, his enemy annihilated by his terrible and powerful magics that waged both life and death, yet his cruelty transformed him. He was certainly victorious, but no longer human: from this battle which he made a massacre, he was made into a twisted serpent, of barbed scale and bloodied, pale visage, his soul now monstrous and empty. His altered form horrified him and those who once called him master; he fruitlessly filled his shallow heart with bloodshed, and mindlessly rampaged through the once prosperous city, and left only destruction in his wake, the earth itself was torn asunder in the face of such violence; none but his family survived, the first to evacuate the now ruptured landscape, it’s cavernous body illuminated by the waxing gibbous overhead, a permanent testament to the corruption of power. All remaining resources were sacrificed to slay the creature who emerged from their lost patriarch, including the royal family’s oldest son, who vowed to defeat his maker, even if it were to end in his own demise. By the next sundown, the bloody battle within the valley that held the broken body of the ruptured city that made a warrior of this boy and a devil of his father, would commence, ending in the slaying of the former king, his ugly head fell from his shoulders by his eldest child, dressed in armor as black as the sky, with a sword as pale as the the full moon that shone brightly above. The dragon was slain, and the warrior succumbed to his wounds, his sacrifice complete.

Personality: After being made a prisoner by The Powers That Be, and a tool by his descendants, Ichido had no choice but to mellow out quite a bit, and make peace with the terrible things he did and the beast he made himself into, and has secretly grown infatuated with the idea of serving a hero that vanquishes the darkness, as he had once been that same evil. He’s grown quite reserved, and more like a brash-but-wise mentor to his descendants, typically quite mouthy, quick to express his distaste in being treated the way he does, but accepts that he ultimately has no choice in the matter. He’s quick to ‘playfully’ insult his Ward, yet is exceptionally protective of them, and ideally agrees to guard them not when they want his power, but when they need it.
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[AI10100]

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Nothing's too expensive when it comes to your protection! Ashwood Corp.

• Personal
• Appearance
• Psychological
• Guardian

• Full Name: Monika Ashwood
  
  Nickname(s): Nika, Crimson Researcher
  
  Affiliation: Ashwood Corporation
  
  The Ashwood Corporation mainly deals in the research, manufacturing, and selling of state-of-the-art technology and weaponry for the magically inept and for those who simply do not want to die from a single spell. Anyone and everyone are welcome to purchase a firearm to protect their houses with; you never know when you'll need it!​
  
  Rank: Matriarch (Parent)
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Asexual
  
  Romantic Orientation: Aromantic
  
  Age: 34
  
• Height: 5'5"
  
  Weight: 114 lbs
  
  Body Modifications: None
  
  Faceclaim / Artist Credit: Riotgames [t'is a card!]
• Personality: Monika is an amicable person to be around, often seen smiling and accomodating to most of the people she encounters. She can easily carry conversations with whatever she finds interesting at the moment, so long as the other party is willing to listen. Because of her mild whimsical tendencies in her research, a lot of people had their doubts when she had been given the title of matriarch as opposed to her brother. However, she pays this little heed. Under her leadership, the Ashwood corporation found themselves with new inventions to sell to the public as well as some very interesting goals for those who are willing to take the risk with her.
  
  Monika has an insatiable curiosity about how the world works. With both the power and the money, Monika has the means to research deep into both magic and technology. Some of her and her research team's byproducts have been manufactured and sold to the public. However, their true goal is to be able to recreate things like the Relics but have so far been unsuccessful.
  
  History: Crime had been everything Monika has ever known. Born into the Ashwood family alongside her twin brother, Merlin, their destiny had already been written. Monika wasn't too bothered by it, even as her father grilled both her and her brother to mold them into the next leader of the Ashwood Corporation. The pressure to live up to his name had always been present, but the two thrived under it. Merlin and Monika had two very different strengths— the former relied on physical strength while the latter thrived in mental strength.
  
  However, the one thing that Monika had a leg up from her brother was her ability to take leadership roles. She would argue against her father when she believed he was doing something wrong, she involved herself in the company as much as she was able. While this may seem like Monika was currying favor with her father, it was mostly because she held a genuine interest in what they were doing. They were not good people. Monika never convinced herself that what she was doing was right, but what is right and wrong against the pursuit of knowledge and for the protection of everyone? A hungry drive for knowledge was what caused Monika to rise to her current position.
  
  Merlin held no ill will to his sister, obediently going to her side as their father stepped down from his position. He remains one of her best advisors, though the twins often bicker like children when alone. Monika had been the leader of the Ashwood Corporation for a decade and a half with no signs of stopping.
  
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  Guardian name: Sundarium Aureum
  
  Moniker: Fragment of the Lord of Space
  
  Personality: Sundarium is, what mortals would call, an enabler. He cares not for frail morality or the difference between right and wrong— he only wishes to see success in ideas that his wielders come up with. The more impossible that it sounded, the better. He's likely one of the most active Guardians when it comes to interactions with their wielders. He finds the current conditions of his being to be nothing more than just another experience to enjoy— whether it be in his own body or otherwise. Sundarium is rarely antagonistic and is often pleasant to speak with though he prefers to keep his communications to his keeper only. He had been a great asset to the Ashwood family, the additional powers he could give had aided them in their ascent to the top.
  
  His ideas, though often in the realms of impossibility and beyond mortal understanding, are often taken in stride by the Ashwood Parents. Every Ashwood Parent had called Sundarium talkative and does not understand boundaries— often invading their thoughts without warning. One does not simply escape Sundarium's many, many talks. Even during sleep, he would completely take over the keeper's mindscape to speak with them. Sundarium spends most of his time pestering his keepers, asking questions and giving queries.
  
  
  “He’s kind of like the weird uncle who can’t stop asking about your life and interjecting every now and then whenever you’re talking. Yes, Sunny, you’re very talkative. No, it’s a valid criticism. See, even my great, great, great grandfather said it! You said it yourself!”
  - Monika Ashwood, regarding Sundarium (ft. Sundarium)
  
  “Sundarium? He’s like a pet puppy running around poking his nose everywhere. It’s just that the puppy knows how to talk and does not stop.”
  - Faust Ashwood, previous head of the Ashwood family​
  
  History: Despite how Sundarium acts, and ancient as he may be, he was nothing more than a small fragment of That Which Controls Space. However, he has drifted aimlessly in this world for eons of his existence— observing, learning, absorbing. Perhaps, in the same sense, this was his downfall. A curious mind is what pushes for innovation and progress. However, unbound curiosity can be truly dangerous. He felt constricted by merely being an observer. He wished to impart his own ideas and knowledge upon the people.
  
  Sundarium descended upon the very first of the Ashwood family— not quite making a contract with them yet, that was not necessary, but giving them his own blessing. At first, Sundarium had taken a human form and mingled within the family. No one is quite sure if he had ever produced an offspring but he was their “immortal adviser”. He would guide them through their inventions. Perhaps his sin was his push to allow the family to go deeper and deeper into the path of curiosity, of seeking answers with little regard to the effects around them. Or perhaps it was because he, too, had laid his hands on many wrongdoings throughout his lifetime. Sundarium was not sure and he will never be sure. All of his actions were justified and right in his eyes. When he was called upon to participate in the War of the Fates, he had been bestowed upon the same family he had cultivated for centuries.
  
  It had not gone as well as he had hoped. The failure was a stain in humanity’s history— but humanity is nothing if not resilient. They had survived, albeit a few of them, but they had recovered after a while. Sundarium was forever bound to the family he had once called his own, now their Guardian. The contract had been set and the Ashwoods had continued to survive to the current times, their original purpose unchanging.
  
  They are, after all, curious with a drive to understand everything the world has to offer. And if Sundarium had been the one to plant this maddening will to search for the limit of life, well, it’s safe to say that he still feels proud of that accomplishment.
  
  Abilities:
  Telekinesis - This guardian bestows the power to move certain areas of space and control it however the user wishes. While most users are not able to achieve fine control over, Monika often uses this to help her with her creations as well as to take notes while moving both hands. This has a limit on how heavy it can carry, but Parents usually are able to carry at least thrice their size but Monika has been shown to be able to carry heavy-ended things at the cost of severe body pain.
  
  Ripple in Space - The guardian bestows upon its user a limited amount of lordship over bending space to their will. The user is able to contract or expand an area as much as they want. For example, an enemy is 40 ft away from the user. The user is able to close the space between them and attack the enemy before undoing the spell and the space returns to normal with the same 40 ft distance between the two of them. Expanding works in a similar fashion but it creates space between someone, often used in emergencies so that the user will not be hit by an attack. However, expanding space is often dangerous as there is a possibility of two beings merging in one space, creating an implosive reaction ending in the destruction of both items in that particular space. Continuous usage of this will result to a crippling migraine— the longer and farther the attempt, the quicker the downside will come.
  
  Monika uses this for communication which is a lot less taxing as sound is easier to project through space than an entire object.
  
  Weapon of Choice:
  C-21 Rifle - One of their latest models in the firearm industry, this requires the user to carry around a boiler on their back while a tube connects it to the rifle. Skilled users of the rifle have been said to be able to hit their targets from five hundred or so feet away. This rifle has two options— semi-automatic and automatic which can be switched in a second through the side of the gun. The range of the gun is lessened in automatic form, exchanging it for a higher rate of fire.
  
  Telvario (Relic) - A four-inch dagger whose blade swirls like the cosmos— midnight blue with star-like motes that dot it, always in movement. While the dagger itself functions like any other blade, its special properties lies within its ability to create portals. By stabbing into the air, it can open a rift between that point and any point within 60 feet that the user can see.
  
  Equipment:
  True Sight - These goggles allow for the user to see as normal within 30 feet even if in complete darkness. It can also see through walls that are less than two inches thick.
  

 

[Ambiloquous]

Erika Böhler

• Basics
• Abilities
• Personal

• Full Name: Erika Felizitas Dietlinde Böhler
  Nicknames: The Unexpected Matriarch, Darling of Darwin
  Affiliation: Böhler & Co.
  
  "Always worth the pain."
  A pharmaceutical company by day, illegal drug-dealing operation by night. Not that anyone is really surprised by the drug-dealing side of things, nor does each side only act during that specific period of 12 hours. As a side hustle, sometimes those bestowed with power by the acting parent take on requests to fix defects caused by mutation — or carry out inheritable cosmetic surgery — if they're promised an exorbitant sum before the deed.​
  Rank: Matriarch (Parent Status)
  
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Demisexual
  Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic
  Age: 25
  Height: 169 cm | 5’7”
  Weight: 55 kg | 121 lb
  Body Modifications:
  
  Her luxurious platinum locks are a product of her contracted guardian’s abilities; they were once chestnut brown, but as a teenager, she decided she liked blonde more and never ended up reverting back. Honestly, most of her appearance is likely a product of her guardian’s abilities — over the years, those of the Böhler lineage have preferred heavy modification over natural growth, and she is the daughter of a former patriarch.​
  Artist Credit: jungmin jin /dospi
  
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  Guardian Name: Yvo
  Monikers: Mercurial Symphony of the Mutable, Composer of Impromptu Changes
  Artist Credit: Yongming Yang
  
  Personality:
  A creature who finds delight in disorder and joy in unexpected developments, Yvo is capricious and prone to bouts of whimsy that lead to no real action. They have no static agenda — mainly due to the fact that they find current happenings in the world hilarious and have settled in to watch the show instead of standing upon the stage like they had once. Unfortunately, after an incident with a parent who tried their darndest to off the guardian to their own detriment, the creature now dilly-dallies in a state of fitful rest and only occasionally appears to laugh at the situation. Every few years, the acting parent will hear a faint “LOL” in the background — usually during an embarrassing, awkward, or unforeseen event that will cause no little amount of trouble to the family.
  
  One consistent characteristic that has made a repeat appearance over the centuries is their preference for crab-shaped things, and the reasons given for it range from “they’re cute” to “it’s a duty I must uphold for the greater good”.
  
  History:
  Once the beloved pet of a law-abiding goddess aligned towards the natural world, Yvo lived a very peaceful early life — and would have continued living such a carefree, blissful existence if the Heavens had not decided that their esteemed master had done too much good without recompense. Yes, the virtuous celestial had done too well in her job, and in exchange, the Heavens deified the antelope-fox that accompanied her everywhere she went. Witnessing the Heavens washing its hands of the matter after the fact and ignoring her complaints, the goddess helplessly spun in circles as her darling Yoyo transformed into a colossal beast of a spirit. The disappointment that her miniature-loving and cute-adoring heart felt was immense, but she soon collected herself and tried to interact with her companion as she had done before.
  
  
  Yoyo wreaks havoc on earth like pets do bc humans funny haha let’s mess with them
  Gets yeeted to be guardian by the Heavens bc Heavens go “bad dog”
  Now they vibe in guardianship and dreaming of their master​
  
  
  ABILITIES​
  Mutagenesis
  
  This guardian can take biological possibilities and turn it into a reality. Dependent on what could feasibly happen in the generations of the organism’s population, this power allows the user to mutate themselves and any organic being they touch — though it usually works better on the living than the dead.
  
  By touching an entity or choosing to use it on themselves, they can see the branching paths of what singular mutations long ago in populations could alter the current target into. If they choose it, during the active duration of their power, they now have that new mutation without possibility of immediate death. The body will accommodate the transformed organism until the ability ends its active state, but afterwards physics and inadequate biology may take its toll on the recipient and cause injury, death and any multitude of adverse effects.
  
  Reversal of the modifications can be done by using the ability again and choosing the paths that revert the organism back to its original form or by simply “wiping the slate” in the same active period of the selected mutations. The active state is considered a sort of Schrodinger’s box, where the alterations haven’t become true reality quite yet — where possibility still teeters on the edge of probability. But when users mutate too far and lose their memories of themselves, then possibility becomes permanent; one cannot reverse mutations if they do not remember a reverse in the first place.​
  
  Transmutation Detection
  
  Within the range of a certain distance, usually no more than twelve meters if concentrated on and no less than two if repressed, the guardian has allowed the user to detect spontaneous mutations and those influenced by mutagens of all organisms within the last couple of generations — number of generations contingent on skill and concentration.​
  
  Weapon of Choice:
  
  Though she tends to keep a rapier belted to her hip, it is used more as a device to generate a boss-like, domineering atmosphere than a tool to stab with. Her lessons lent her only mediocre skills in swordplay, and she would rather use words and a freshly brewed cup of tea to soothe conflicts than physical prowess.
  
  As with most members of the Böhler family, she is far more skilled at hand-to-hand combat due to the nature of their guardian’s skills and prides herself on her unpredictable moves. Unfortunately, hand-to-hand doesn’t exactly have weapons to show off, so she ended up buying an expensive-looking rapier off a shady merchant for that exact purpose.​
  
  
  EQUIPMENT​
  Hlín (Relic)
  
  A shield-shaped peridot pendant carved with the Böhler family seal and strung on a chain that shifts in length based on the wearer. It increases the user’s natural regeneration, but requires a lot of energy to use — after a large healing session, users often demolish food at a rapid pace. It might be part of the reasons why the human-eating rumours are still floating around; it also doesn't help that there's another family in a similar industry known for consuming everything. The pendant will stop assisting natural regeneration only when the act will leave the user without energy for vital processes.​
• Personality:
  
  Believing that the glass is always full, since there is no glass and she can imagine what she wants, Erika never lets anything cause her melancholy for longer than a day. She adamantly refuses to let herself stay unhappy over things she can’t change and will try drastic measures like memory erasure to stick to her principles. Erika will be happy, even if it kills her to be so. Every decision is made on the basis that it is the one that will keep her most content, though she is a little more conscientious when it comes to events that will affect Böhler & Co.
  
  There is little that can make her angry — whether it’s the death of loved ones, her own death or causing the family to go bankrupt. She, like all scions of the Böhler family, accepts death as an everyday sight. She is not forgiving, do not get her wrong, she simply brainwashes herself into ignoring the situation until she can do something about it that will make her slightly happier with the outcome. Like, say, murdering the one who poisoned her mother. In this way, she seems both capricious and not, confusing to those who don’t understand her ways.​
  
  History:
  
  “They're monsters,” people whisper. “Don’t stare too closely, or you might become one too.”
  
  The most widespread impression of the Böhler family was inspired by the very visible manifestations of their guardian’s powers — and what the powers often ended up creating. Throughout the long history of the syndicate, parents so regularly ended up becoming horrors of the night that it began to be expected of the organization: an heir would rise to the position, lead the family for a decade, mutate too far in the line of duty and then be eliminated by aberrations or their own subordinates. It was a story told too many times to count, so many that the cautionary tale turned into all but a cliché to the children of the main branch. It was no longer something to be feared; it was simply life.
  
  As a result of such circumstances, death was not an uncommon occurrence in the Böhler family, and so, the scions of the company treated the fragility of the human condition very lightly. Lightly enough that multiple parents died to their own siblings or by fatal accidents that didn’t quite seem like accidents after a detailed investigation. As each generation worsened, parents were forced to foster more and more children, hoping that at least one would survive the fierce competition and their given abilities. It seemed like a fine temporary measure at first, but that thoughtless solution only brought about more conflict between the possible heirs. The cycle continued, never reaching the desired state of equilibrium: one where no children died.
  
  Erika was born as the youngest of seven in a family where even the most recently born half-sibling was ten years older than she. All the current heirs at the time were biological children of the patriarch — instead of raising children unrelated to him, the acting parent of the family chose to have many mistresses as replacement. The women, as if a reflection of the Böhler family, offed fellow paramours for benefits and committed infanticide for the chance that their own child would be parent.
  
  At five years of age, Erika had only four other living siblings. Her mother had died two years before in a poisoning incident, and her father had expired in the line of duty and passed his mantle to the oldest son. Since she was so young, nobody thought of her as much of a competitor, and she managed to survive until adulthood with the help of siblings that had a bit more compassion in their hearts, little as it was. It didn’t hurt that she had no interest in the matriarch position and would rather throw it away than ever take it on if she could. She was quite happy to live life as a wealthy lady of no real import, backed by the might of her family when things went wrong.
  
  As if mocking her beliefs, in a series of unfortunate coincidences, all her competent siblings ended up dying or disappearing, and she landed the coveted position of matriarch. Due to the fact that she spent her childhood relatively freely compared to the other children trained for parentage, her leadership and management ability could at best be considered mediocre — though she was fairly proficient in the pharmaceutical side of the business. Erika barely managed to keep her position steady with the help of her eldest siblings’ close subordinates, who aided her because one of their dead masters raised her and the other simply believed that the leader of Böhler & Co. must be of his blood, of which she was the last. And how did they know such a thing when it wasn’t written in the will? Well…
  
  Since her eldest brother had been neither consumed nor mutated, just murdered the normal way, his poltergeist came back after his untimely death to see how the family was doing and was quite furious to see the turmoil after her shaky succession. Even after the mess was settled, his ghost frequently visits the family to nag at her and complain about how she runs the Böhler company. Recently, she has started keeping a silver butter knife handy for when her brother’s ghost gets particularly annoying.​

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Quinn Victoria Ylva
"Oh I have secrets, lots of it. Just one of the benefits of having eyes and ears everywhere. Would you like to hear some of it? It's gonna cost you though."​

• Basics
• Abilities
• In Depth

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  Nickname(s): Miss Fortune, Keeper of Secrets, Scion of Dusk
  
  Affiliation: Ylva Logistics Inc.
  
  "Delivering our promise on time."​
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  What used to be a small-time transportation company, rose at the management of the previous head of House Ylva, is now one of the leading Logistics Services in Kaien City. Of course, the company doesn't just deliver goods from warehouse to warehouse with their confidential trade routes. Whatever their clients want to be delivered to them, that's what they'll get, may it be weapons, drugs, people. "All will be safely delivered to your doorstep." As the current head of the company would say. Quinn Victoria Ylva also deals with a little side business of Information Brokery, information is power after all, and it gets in the extra money.​
  
  Rank: Matriarch (Parent)
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Money-sexual (Pansexual)
  
  Romantic Orientation: Money-romantic (Aromantic)
  
  Age: 25
  
  Height: Five feet and nine inches
  
  Weight: One-hundred and twenty-five pounds
  
  Body Modifications: She has two Hyacinth tattoos from the right side of her neck to her collarbone and the Polaris star on her outer left thumb. She has multiple earrings on both ears.
  Artist Credit: @9qooopbb
  
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  Artist Credit: Hector Chapoy on Artstation
  
  Guardian Name: Schátten Fenrisúlfr, Fenrir
  
  Moniker(s): Shadow's Fangs, Great Dog of Darkness
  
  Abilities: Umbrakinesis
  
  • Shadow Manipulation - The ability to create, shape, and manipulate Shadows at will and become a Shadow themselves. The Ward can control any shadow within sight and can manifest it into tangible form and perform combat or transform it into something else entirely.
  
  
  • Shadow Step - The ability lets the user turn into a shadow themselves and travel through the use of shadows from one place to another within a fifty-meter radius around them. Travel time is simply as fast as a blink of an eye and can be accompanied by one other person with them.
  
  Weapon of Choice
  
  • [Her fists] Clawed Gauntlets and Bracers - Obsidian colored gauntlets made from Silver. Unlike most gauntlets that are bulky in design, Quinn's weapons are made fit for her hands and arms only. These are mainly meant to protect her fists, but each finger also has very sharp claws attached to it, which also makes it good for a bit of slashing.
  
  Equipment
  
  • [Relic] Vánagandr's Chains - an intricately goth victorian-designed choker that bears the gem of an Alexandrite. When its gem changes from green to red, the wearer will have a boost in strength, durability, and speed in exchange for going into a frenzy for about five minutes. It's a wild card relic and is certainly not something anyone would use willy-nilly. Afterward, the user will be left exhausted and will need some rest. It is used to restrain her guardian's power, and keep the feral tendencies in control but it also has the ability to release it for a few minutes.
  • S-89 Pistol - A custom-designed pistol adorned with golden accents and the name Ylva carved into its handle. It's not used as often as her own fist but she always keeps in on her just in case.
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  History: The Ylva name has lost its prominence of Nobility through the years but even so their blood survives from one generation to the next. They had lost riches, jewelry, and houses, yet they still live through it all.
  
  Quinn did not grew up with a silver spoon, only a mother who despaired on what their dinner was going to be and an ambitious father who was left with a failing company to his name. But she watched her father rise from the depths and into riches. He was her goal, her inspiration. He told her that money was everything in this world. Her mother's face has never been so happy the moment they gained wealth.
  
  She was eager in expressing her interest in the business, at the young age of ten she told her father that she'd like take over it when the time comes. It made him proud of her and he knew that she would make an excellent head of the family in the future. He started teaching her of their company five years later. He taught her how it worked, what is to be expected of her, what the company needs and every single secret she needed to keep.
  
  Of course, she knew of every illegal dealing. She heard people talk bad about her family but she learned to keep a thick skin. Before she would have eagerly beaten anyone who bad-mouthed their family to a pulp. But her father taught her better. If she wanted to be the next head of the family, she needed to show restraint. Save the anger for those who deserve it.
  
  Years later her mother had died from sickness, tragic isn't it? Her father followed soon after from overworking himself to the bone. Another tragedy, but Quinn was now the owner of their company. At the young age of twenty-one, she had achieved her goal, but she doesn't stop there. On his deathbed, she promised her father that their names will be known throughout Kaien once again and be revered.
  
  There were many ways to take out the competition. But she needed to be smart about it. One of their competitors has been a pain on their side lately, finding her leadership as a threat. That was good, she enjoyed that she can keep others on their toes but if she let it go on for too long it wouldn't be so good for the company. Lucky for her, she knew that the owner of the company was looking for a wife. She wouldn't be his first option and she wasn't one for love and marriages, seeing as how they are rivals in business but Quinn won him over with her beauty, grace, charm, and mind. A drink and a night are all she needed and it was a done deal. The next year they were married, playing along with the role of a wife, a few months later the man was deemed sick and unable to make sound decisions for himself. He doesn't really matter to her, the good thing about this development is that she can merge both companies, expand her territories, and gain his money when he dies. And no, she didn't take his name at all.
  
  Personality: In any gossip you'd hear about the current head of Ylva Logistics, people would often say one thing about her. "They said she'd do anything for the right price." They're not wrong. Quinn's soulmate is money. Money is the other half of power, it makes the world go round. At least, those are her ideals. If money was a person, she'd marry it in a heartbeat but it goes to say that wealth is what she desires most, it's what drives her goals, and she would do anything for it.
  
  Aside from that, Quinn is easy to get along with. She doesn't show animosity to anyone unless they deserve it, say promising her a large sum of money but never delivering said promise. An absolute betrayal in her opinion. She's a very open person, likes to play around at times. Rumors about her don't faze her at the slightest, the more horrible it is the more she finds them amusing. She's the kind of person who makes sure that her employees aren't working themselves to the bone for anything. Compensating them fairly and rewarding those that show the best results.
  
  Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth.
  
  Be sure not to take her good side for granted though. After all, her true loyalty is to herself, and Quinn can be ruthless when she needs to be. And when things get a little dirty, she likes to make use of her own hands rather than count on others because if you want some things to be done the way you want to, you have only yourself to count on.
  

 

[LazyDaze]

~𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒳𝓊𝑒~

Nothing in this world is more dangerous than an idea. Song Xue

• Personal
• Appearance
• Psychological
• Abilities

• Full Name: Song Xue
  
  Nickname(s): Demon Xue, Sword God Xue, Pancake Conquerer
  
  Affiliation: LOTUS
  Lotus is a private security organization that lends its men and women to anyone with currency. All members are proficient with the sword, but in modern times it isn't uncommon to see many of the members without some sort of firearm or technological advantage. It is for this reason that they are also closely tied with Ashwood Corp whom provides them the latest gadgets and gizmos to help perform their duties in exchange for field testing their weapons. The people who work here are eager to please as it earns them merit and helps them climb up on the "leaderboard." Those who become the top 5 members of LOTUS are eligible to challenge the current parent, or inherit the role once the current parent decides to step down. Lotus does their best to make these rankings transparent as certain jobs would require more capable members. The higher the ranking member, the more money it would cost to hire them for a job. Since they aren't picky about their employers, they often find themselves working with shady business partners. Nevertheless, they do more than just security as they have been rumored to dabble in assassinations as well. Whatever the case we'll keep your city safe...ish!
  
  Rank: Patriarch (Parent)
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Romantic Orientation: Swordromantic/Heteroromantic I guess
  
  Age: 31
  
• Height: 6'1"
  
  Weight: 179 lbs
  
  Body Modifications: Eye was replaced with a relic.
  
  Faceclaim / Artist Credit:
• Personality: If anyone has heard the rumors of Song, it can be very shocking when you first meet him and you see that he isn't some blood thirsty tyrant hell bent on satisfying his bloodlust. Then you realize that you're absolutely wrong. Generally, Song can be very calming to be around as he prides himself on regulating his emotions (at least outwardly) as a clouded head makes a poor samurai. But strangest of all he is just......completely goofy. After living a life completely devoted to becoming a master of the sword, in manners not relating to the sword or battle, Song can be completely ignorant. This can range from anything such as giving directions, cooking, eating things the incorrect way, tripping over chairs, running into walls, waltzing through traffic, social norms and the like. H...he is just a walking circus at times....he really needs help. To make matter worse he carries on through these blunders as if nothing strange is happening which only serves to enhance the blunder.
  
  That said, the most off-putting thing about Song is that his mannerisms don't particularly change much even when his emotions do. The same smile he gives to greet a friend he has not seen in awhile will very well be the same smile plastered on his face just before he kills you. The controlled, calm, somewhat cheerful appearance he maintains when enjoying casual conversation would be the same appearance as he expresses his hate or disdain for a person or situation. It is during battle that the true Song is unleashed. It isn't that he is cold, or doesn't feel anything; (In fact, he has shed a tear a two for a few enemies), it is simply that he has chose to be at peace with his decisions once he makes them.
  
  The rollercoaster of first impressions continues when discussing his morality as it would be in line with what you probably heard first about Song. Yes he is calm, cheerful, curious and someone who gives great advice, but his true allegiance is only to his family and he has no qualms of achieving his goals through unethical means. Whatever decisions he makes, Song will just have to live with it. However, even Song has lines he wont cross and should he see others cross those imaginary lines without cause, be sure there will be a blade in your chest although he realizes the hypocrisy of it all.
  
  History: Crime, power, influence...most people living in this era and eras past share the same fate. To sift the details, it is the minor deviations that tingle the ears of those willing to listen. The story of Song Xue obviously began with his birth into the Xue family. The Xue family for centuries and beyond took pride in their path of the sword. It is to the point that it is become an unhealthy obsession and can be a bit unsettling to see an entire family with various ambitions and personalities all possess the singular love for battle. It is said that children start training in the way of the sword before they can even walk; however, these are just some of the many wild rumors regarding their family. Given their propensity for combat, whoever made the decision to turn them into a private security company was a follower of the long lost path of common sense. Of course this was just a guise for their true job to eliminate aberrations. Overtime, they often found themselves providing security for shady organizations and individuals. It became normal for them to even take part in assassinations if they chose to. That said, the members of LOTUS know all too well how bloody the path of the sword is, and no one knows that better than Song Xue.
  
  Song was born into a lesser branch of the family, some say he was one step above adoption, so it was safe to say that he would be a long shot at inheriting the hidden power of the Patriarch since only the Main Branch had the right to challenge for the "throne". Despite being so low in rank, his household was always compensated handsomely despite his mother barely working. Moreover, he couldn't help but notice that they were always a bit isolated. Putting these thoughts aside, Song channeled his loneliness into his dedication of the sword. He taught himself through trial, error, and challenging others thus creating an unorthodox way of fighting when compared to the rest of the members. Once he was able to go out on the field his natural talent became apparent. He took on and completed several missions and dazzled the members in and out the family. Soon those from the lower branches began to compare him to the main 4 contenders for assuming the Patriarch role. Some even compared Song to the Patriarch himself. As the comparisons and rumblings of this new elite sword master rose, his missions became increasingly difficult bordering impossible. It was at this time that he found out who he really was. He was the bastard child of Sun Xue. It was his mother who told him the truth, the reason being that those who make up the immediate family of the current Patriarch could challenge for the Parent position. Although he was a bastard child, he would still qualify under the family law. However, his mother had kept quiet for some time since she was being compensated to lay low. It was also for this reason that his missions were also becoming increasingly impossible to complete as the current Parent was aiming to get Song killed in the field. With this knowledge, Song did what anyone would do...he ran away......
  
  Song roamed the streets for a few years doing odd jobs for anyone that would pay. One day he ran into a familiar ghost who was also hiding....his mother. He soon discovered that while he was away, she continued to spin the truthful tale of her sons lineage to garner support in her aim for the "throne". Those in the lower branches also helped spread the rumors and started to become restless since Song had become somewhat of a heroic symbol for them. His disappearance only exasperated things since people began to spread rumors that he was either killed or chased away. Soon grumblings of a revolt started to arise, and an entire familial civil war began to become a real possibility. No, this wasn't the first revolt in their family history, but it was the most recent. Enraged by both his mother's role in stoking the flames for her own selfishness and for what eventually became of her, Song returned to the family. Using his birthright, he issued his first challenge. By law he would have to challenge each member successively based on their line to the Parent role (HalfBloods then Youngest to Oldest). By law, fights must be to the death, or the one who is challenged can surrender (although it is extremely dishonorable to do so). Filled by rage and purpose he defeated the first heir and then proceeded to challenge the remaining siblings all in the same day. After his battle with the oldest, he prepared his battle with the Parent. He took 4 hours to rest...an hour for each of the newly departed.
  
  After his rest he finally took on the previous Parent, Sun Xue. It was a long, arduous battle. Song certainly received his fair share of punishment; however, he was eventually able to wear down the 60 year old Sun and defeat him. Song had become the Patriarch.
  
  Ramifications-The Lower Branches were certainly satisfied and although many of those in the main branch felt uneasy, knowing that Song held the blood of Sun Xue helped stave off any potential revolts from their side. One can say he was the perfect candidate to inact change. Moreover, he had one the position fairly. Thus the true reason Song killed his brothers, and eventually his father, was realized. The family whom he still loved was still in tact.
  
  Going forward Song would eventually abolish laws preventing those of lower branches from rising and becoming a Parent, essentially making upward mobility a meritocracy. However, to prevent wide spread killing, only the Parent could be challenged for his position and the challenger must be a member of the top 5. Currently, the morale of the family is high, and the tension between members are much lower than they were before. In fact, one can say the cliche of iron sharpening iron held true. That said Song has goals even greater than breaking the old laws of his family, for the laws of the current world are even older and all the more suffocating.
  
  
  
  
• 
  Guardian name: Metanke Tessa
  
  Moniker: The Puppet Warrior
  
  Abilities:
  4D Rift- The guardian bestows the power to add vectors to attacks so that simple attacks attain a 3rd Dimensional AoE status that carries the same properties of said attack. For example a simple sword thrust could be seen as a 1 dimensional attack aimed at a single point. If that same thrust were to expand so that the point of the blade was actually a square with an area of 25 square feet that still attained the properties of a stabbing attack, the damage would be increased exponentially. Keeping with that same example, expanding the AoE once more so that the now 2D stabbing attack was stretched to a 125 cubic foot area that still retained the properties of the original attack one could imagine the damage created by such an effect. If a single slice could be seen as cutting through the 3rd Dimension, a 3 dimensional "cut" could be seen as cutting through the 4th dimension hence the name. Multiple attacks act as a multiplier; however, the more this ability is used the greater the stamina of the user is drained. In reality, the number of attacks to fill in the volume required for these AoE attacks would be in the thousands. Even with aid of magic, guardians, and the like, such a feat would take its toll on the user. This is particular true for consecutive attacks with this ability active.
  
  Vector Displacement-The user can manipulate the positional vector of any object under his control within a 15meter radius. Using the example before, the user's stabbing attack has a target position for the attack to land; however, using this ability allows the user to displace that attack anywhere under their sphere of influence (15 meters). For instance, the user could "harmlessly" flick his blade to his left side to cut a tree that was 4 meters to his right. This ability can be used with or without 4D rift; however, stacking abilities further drains stamina. The natural drawback to this ability is that the displaced vector loses its properties at its original position. Example, swinging a sword down at 9 m/s and displacing that swing will physical give the attack a velocity at 0m/s although it would still appear as if it could be dangerous. Once displaced, the attack wouldn't be able to cut anything at its current position since it's the actual force that is being displaced. This is particularly useful when Song needs to attack enemies from a distance.
  
  About Tessa: Metanke unlike many guardians was not a natural occurrence. Modeled after a humanoid female warrior, Metanke Tessa was an advanced creation to turn the tide of war for an unnamed faction, hence the moniker "puppet warrior". She was such an advanced creation that she was able to establish herself on equal footing of her peers. Since she was merely a doll created for battle, her programming initially gave her limited knowledge about the world. However, her rapid processing allowed her to make efficient, and logical decisions in regards to battle strategy in real time. Perhaps, in this sense, her greatest ability was the ability to learn and adapt. Legends, which were always mostly hyperbole, said that seeing Metanke in battle more than once was certain death, likely a nod to her adaptive capabilities. It is unknown how she met her demise; however, she left the original faction that created her. This was a testament to her creator's abilities to create an AI capable of independent thought to the point it could defy its initial purpose. This was likely a contributing factor to her eventual destruction.
  
  As a guardian, even after centuries, no one in the Xue family has ever treated Metanke as something other than what she was presumed to be-(a killing machine designed for war.) Despite her advanced features, her very nature worked well the Xue clans desire for battle, so they needed little else from her. Patriarchs of this family would either call out to her only in times of battle, or not at all. It didn't help that she possessed little personality, speaking mainly in logistics and numbers to the Patriarchs/Matriarchs at any given time, so even those more sympathetic and interested in guardians would view her as a battle program. Song Xue; however, is too ignorant to perceive her lack of human qualities and talks to Metanke about frivolous things from time to time. As expected, this is messes with Metanke's rapid processing abilites and future responses might be altered due to her frequent interactions with Song.
  
  Currently, Metanke Tessa is Truly Neutral. She deals with numbers, facts, and logic. If killing a child, or loved one presents itself as the best option out of a myriad of possibilities she would take that option if she were in the shoes of the parent. Since she can only advise, or serve as a weapon, she serves her role without any emotional attachments.
  
  Weapon of Choice:
  
  Xue Collection:
  Angel's Tear-A silver Katana that is extremely dangerous in the hands of the the "sword god" Xue. Although he could probably be proficient with any blade, this blade particularly suits him. This is his main weapon and prefers to only use it when absolutely necessary.
  
  Silver Dagger-For when a sword is not necessary.
  
  Dragon's Dream-An enchanted Umbrella that is as hard as iron. Acts as a weapon but mostly a shield. It was rumored that it had always been white before Song got a hold of it...but that's just a rumor right...right. He carries this because the artificial sunlight is bad for his fair skin, or so he says.
  
  (Relic) - A orb that must be placed in either eye socket to be used. This Relic grants the user 360 degrees field of vision.
  
  
  
  
  Equipment:
  
  
  Theme Song
  
  

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[NoQuillToLive]

WIP


"Mining is the art of exploiting mineral deposits at a profit. An unprofitable mine is fit only for the sepulchre of a dead mule.”​

• Personal
• Appearance
• Temperament
• History

• Full Name: Tahir Béchalot
  Nickname(s): Tal, The Lady of Silver, Béchalot's Head,
  Affiliation: Béchalot Industries — Béchalot owns the largest mining operation currently to date, dedicated to vast technology & machines to mine pure raw materials. Béchalot goes a little further with active research and actively maintaining authority over mineral deposits - trading to other organizations and cultivating a worthy empire of silver. "The Silver standard is all you need," is a common saying amongst the employees and families, reinforcing the reputation of the Béchalot into the mind of citizens & criminals.
  Age: 22
  Rank: Matriarch
  Faceclaim / Artist Credit: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/rKAeG ; Guardian - Belongs to the Chains of Durandal.
  
  Abilities: Dominus Lapis - The Master of Stone, The Unyielding
  
  Auctus Stone: The guardian can bestow the ability to harden and reinforce anything the head touches/wields. All manifested through green energy. Impenetrable might be one word to use for the guardian's defence measures, granting the maximized effect of brute force and blunt means. It allows Tahir to tank hits and fight back, balancing control and defence all together into a singular hand.
  
  While her guardian might be impressive, the sizeable patches of supposed plating do have limits maxing out around fifty-five inches and currently bracing for two areas of impact. Discretion and adaptability are vital when deploying the defence at any given time, Tahir's size does demonstrate a major weakness in that she is a lot smaller and thus force can toss her. But her fierce might is unrivalled when combating with her guardian.
  
  Imperium Earth: Tahir can manipulate the earth around her, into massive chunks, smaller ones, into weapons, statues, anything to adapt to her needs. She can manipulate the earth below her and at a stretch, she can manipulate some buildings. Given the structure of the city, she can only in part move sections (for example a floor), and collapse that at her whims. Metal dilutes this portion of the guardian's abilities, so fancier buildings are likely exempt from her destructive attitude.
  
  Weapon of Choice: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/R209W Lovingly called Copper by the enthused owner, a crafted weapon with flecks of silver running along the edges and adapted as so. Tahir wields this largely above her head and takes great care running into battle with a swinging axe.
  (Monika helped with the design and implementation of silver for her copper baby)
  
  Equipment: She carries around a few bombs, shrapnel bombs contained with silver dust and other poisonous minerals when backed against a wall.
  
  
• Tahir — the fair lady of the Béchalot Family is irregular amongst the company of blonde heads and older leaders. She is a shiny rusted copper coin compared to the stern unyielding faces. Vibrancy is woven into a pair of green illuminated irises, seeking adventure and prosperity for the lasting trade of silver. Tahir is unbound in her posture, twitchy, animated and amassed together in a flaky block that is forever sifting through ideas. She never settles. She's an unwitting song of emotions & expressions, pronounced in her ability to be ridiculous. Perhaps her casualness attracts both attention and trouble to her side, but she's only pliant to the ideals of expanding beyond the boring hills of structure. What her family has imposed over the generations, that edge in Tahir's eyes only brokers for chaos. A small little lady with crumpled corners. Nonetheless, being a little smaller than average, bearing the height of five foot three and contained in a slender stature of one hundred and twenty pounds. She is light and lighthearted in the way of remaining dedicated to the current contracts her own family have amassed, wanting more than silver, wanting more than gold.
  
  All carried upon surging shoulders of success and winning smiles.
  
  She's a leading lady with rusted tresses and comparable to pipes you find around the city. Looped together in faint curls which just barely brushed the middle of her back. Style is a fleeting concept to her; dressed down in humble leathers and glinting pieces of silver. She does retain the impression of a street girl. A defining difference from what her mother might have sought.
  
  She finds the shadows of the lesser to be more comfortable & added assurance. But a life of cushioned luxury & varying battles have stitched a weird prospect about her. However, she is glaringly proud of all scars across her shoulders and wrists, gleaned with the ability she'd survive a storm if given the chance.
  
  
• Chaos intermixed in a vial. One of the more apt descriptions concerning the new leader of the Béchalot family. Tahir's got a real thirst for power & greed, encroached on fallacious smiles. Expansion is but a singular point in the growing empire of her business. She foresees things as transactional and benefits. Usefulness is but a bridge to connect all her sides. Unimaginable or inconceivable that such an innocent face could be plotting the mere demise of your financial status. Despite that, Tahir's inexperiences and bouts of childishness only serve to bound her to the smeared painting of "lucky leader," and her purpose to grow has ironically halted her. She's brutally entitled — creeping through all her wants. A cunning sharpness suffocated and precocious talent for undermining everyone else. Her meddling has truly made Tahir and all her supposed smarts, down to business and geography. Down to the harshest and gentlest metals - she's measured her weight in adaptability and creativity. All thanks to her drive to establish herself as the best successor. But she only truly shines when humbled, working best when grounded, the haunting shadows of disappointment make Tahir all the more eager for results. However, the clouds are always too appealing for her pristine sky.
  
  She's loud, abrasive and stirs trouble like a welcoming cocktail. She's extremely cheery and a little vulgar, adopting less refined speech patterns to resemble the thug she's been cast as.
  Mercy is for the weak and disposing of trash is a necessity to the young woman but despite all that. One of the running themes to Tahir is about family and giving the select few a better future, on the shoulders of someone who actually cares. She's fond of children and drinking, socializing with the miners has given Tahir a wider view - she's a favourite with the mining companies. The little softness behind her eyes suggests there is a potential to mature and settle, be less of the scheming brat and more calm leader. But she is learning to handle all of this.
  
  
• Deep beneath the city, power is only ever obtained by the talented and cunning, the sharpest minds to procure the tantalizing waters of success. Béchalots were none of this — rooted into the humble roots of slavery generations ago. But Thomas Béchalot saw things differently. In the fractured desperation of a man wanting to change things, he dreamed merely only of strength and authority, absolute control. He did so in a blaze of fire, murder and glory of rounding up the slaves to revolt against the family who had shackled him. Tossed him down below to the ashy suffocating mining tunnels, discarded him to the sooty fate of blood and whippings. He had been a man transformed by violence and oppression. It had been the founding decision to shift them onto the final step of ascension and tilting underbelly underneath his boot for once. Generations expanded on these murderous ideals, cannibalized other mining markets and mines, pumped themselves with greed and pride. Teaming up with the Ashwoods vaulted them to major success, granting them the means to finally amongst the towering dominators. What the public didn't know, the Ashwoods helped them take out the competition behind the scenes and companies "mysteriously disappeared." Other rumours circulated that the Béchalot family had phased out other technological giants from the market and halted all mineral supply. This brandished them as both cruel and heartless, egomaniacs without little care or moderation.
  
  Becoming protectors and secret investors in other enterprises was another road to them.
  
  The family expanded on the bloodied silver they coveted from others and fixated on the biggest mineral deposits to date. But there was one silver lining to the family, the idea of slaves or using forced labour had decimated during Thomas first rule as the family leader. Meaning that most miners do see a nice bonus and profit, ethically securing a decent labour force or "manipulative," (you might hear others say), A little notable in the ring of giving people common jobs. One might say that Tahir had been born on a silver mountain, true in many ways, a silvery cot and thinly embroidered blankets — her silver was silver everything. But she wasn't attended to like the lovely heir, she was the youngest of four and treated with indifference, shadows, shading her existence into anonymity. She was given the minimum to survive and expected to perform like anyone else, her mother, Saida was the only one to read her bedtime stories and care for her.
  
  Her father didn't care about her - born as a fiery redhead against the trademark of genetics only served to corner her into isolation. A lot of people expected she had been an affair baby, bearing her red hair against the blonde hair and green eyes. Aged six, Tahir knew the differences, becoming aware of what everyone thought about her. She didn't shy from the questionable glances and suffocating silences. Something awakened inside her; the need for attention and approval, slotting onto her shoulders like scars. She wanted to bathe into the pathetic pleas of "please Tahir we didn't mean it," and how such a thought twisted her lips into the biggest grin. Tahir feasted on all knowledge from that pivotal point and contested her family at dinners, celebrations, squishing herself into events. Her siblings didn't take kindly to this ball of excited nothingness, but Tahir didn't care and strived through her teen years. She had competition for the top spot, of course, but Tahir had set up failing business ventures for her siblings, blocked them and usurped deals. She pitted her family against others, squeezing the cracks and bending them to her immovable will.
  
  She was nothing short of the monster in her family home, honing connections and turning tides to her glittery eyes of wants. What wouldn't you do to gain influence?
  
  Her father Raezil Raezil had hoped to usher in more peace, but his supposed daughter had been ramping up the stakes. She wanted to be in control. He had set up a plan to exile and ostracize his daughter from the family. All boiled down to a meagre bet. If she could secure a profitable mine without help or aid from the family, she would be given the position and given access to the guardian. What she didn't know was that all her siblings were now competing against her - everyone wanted to see her fail, to withdraw humbly and bow down, to know her place. Tahir quoted Thomas back at them, perhaps in a twisted sense, she was Thomas reincarnation (what other family members theorized in her absence) but utter nonsense.
  
  Her siblings had thwarted her connections, smeared a campaign in her honour and made sure she was a social pariah - "don't deal with this one,"
  
  Tahir did discover something interesting about her family, her father, indeed technically wasn't her father reading some documents - he had merely placated into raising her. It made sense, looking back at the treatment over the years while ransacking his study for ideas. She didn't have any access to her family funds, but he wasn't her family, was he? A bitter old coot who wanted to suppress the very name she rightfully shared. Stealing from her father had been a simple choice, dumping into research and she came across a forgotten mine in the historical backwaters of another mining company. Securing the mine was another matter entirely, with her siblings watching for any scene of weakness. So, being watched, she decided to give them what they wanted, setting up a faux mine, paying off thugs outside of her family's sphere and making everything look legit. While directing her efforts through a proxy to land the other, selling whatever her father "legally owned," (he wasn't family). She doubled all her efforts at age nineteen and took the mine, the family's annual dinner the following year was going to be entertaining.
  
  She declared herself the leader with the mine documentation, slapped down on the table. Her father asked her how? Where did the funding come from? Tahir recited gleefully, you, of course, and the family rose in arms that she had broken the rules. The revelation she wasn't his daughter, but she had her family's connection through her mother and. Being his daughter meant little to her; he had been silent. She exploited a loophole but Tahir wasn't done, however, her faux mine wasn't a mine but a territorial breach and collapsed one of his major supporters.
  
  All the dynamics shifted. She held the reigns and the head bowed down to her. She was declared the next head, inherited her position and access to the guardian at aged twenty, with the next few years dumping her siblings at ahem various families for experimentation and removing everyone who had any claim to her.
  
  

 

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• Basic
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• Abilities
• Personal

• Name: Frida von Schafer
  
  Title: The Gourmet - a title bestowed to the leader of the Von Schafer family.
  
  Affiliation: Von Schafer Production - VSP controls the agricultural and food sectors of Kaien city. Laboratories owned by the company can be found in all over the city, making the Von Schafer's name both renowned and infamous. There are many rumors circulating that says the family's personally responsible for the lack of competition in the area.
  
  Rank: Matriarch
  
  Age: 27
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  
  Romantic Orientation: Aromantic
  
  
• Artist: Cloudyzan
  
  Height: Normally 5'8"
  
  Weight: Normally 58kg
  
  Body modification:
  Frida's mouth can stretch to monstrous size, even in her human form, with razor-sharp teeth capable of tearing through anything. Interestingly, only a few has seen this little quirk.
  
  
• Guardian name: Devon
  
  Moniker: World Eater, The Ravenous One
  
  Abilities:
  
  Eternal Hunger - The guardian grants its host the ability to tear through and consume anything, in exchange for insatiable hunger. Incorporeal objects, such as ghosts and other spiritual entities, can be consumed through the use of celestial energy. This hunger is usually suppressed by her relic, as too much build-up of hunger may lead to temporary madness.
  
  Grotesque Expansion - The host takes on the form of the guardian, either completely or partly. Devon's ultimate form is an enormous and grotesque blob of dark mass with numerous tentacle-like protrusions, littered with several mouths and eyes. Much like a slime, the mass can take on different shapes as well as withstand basic attacks and regrow limbs. Furthermore, it can control the density of its parts, allowing it to deal heavy blows or crush enemies. Of course, it's not without its weakness. If the Grotesque form takes on too much critical damage, the host will revert to their normal form, unconscious and vulnerable. Moreover, the host requires feeding to sustain the form, with the amount required directly proportionate to how large the form gets.
  
  *The World Eater, and therefore its host, automatically sinks in water no matter the form.
  
  Inventory:
  
  Gluttony - A scarlet mask adorned with golden linings, having the design of demonic mouth. It's a family relic worn by Gourmets. Viewed merely as a symbol of status by many, Gluttony is actually an item used to suppress Devon's influences on the host. It allows the host to retain their original physical properties and suppress their insatiable hunger.
  
  Butcher knife - Yes.
  
  
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  Personality:
  Frida carries herself with an air of grace and elegance. It's hard to imagine that underneath the rosy perfume, silk fabric, and golden embroideries lies a ravenous monster willing to devour anything. As a businesswoman, she's dedicated and innovative, determined to keep her family in power. An important thing to know about her is that she never does anything out of kindness- everything is a debt that she'll eventually reap.
  
  History:
  "Even monsters need to feed- and that's exactly what makes the Von Schafer's so powerful."
  
  The Von Schafer family has been around for most of Kaien city's history. Like an immovable rock amidst a sweeping river, the family has withstood the current of time by building itself on a foundation of power and influence. They lord over the agriculture and food sectors in the community, with plenty of dark rumors lingering over their lack of competitions. While not much is known about any members' personal lives, one disturbing fact is known by the general population. Former Gourmets are never seen once a new one rise to the position.
  
  Born to the late Gourmet, Friedrich von Schafer, Frida spent the majority of her childhood living in luxury. Everything she ever wanted was handed out to her in a silver platter, yet even so, she has never felt even a tinge of satisfaction from anything. Her gluttonous and insatiable nature made her different from the rest of the kids, and the only one who could seemingly understand her was her father. Her peculiarity remained a mystery to her until she reached the age of 13. At that time, her father introduced her to his true form, subsequently the guardian of their family. It called itself Devon, the World Eater. Friedrich explained that as the next host of the Ravenous One, Frida was given the lower form of her father's Eternal Hunger.
  
  It made so much sense yet Frida refused to accept her fate. Instead, she got angry at her father. She felt cursed, forcefully subjected to the awful feeling of being perpetually unsatisfied. Cursed to always crave for something more. This anger festered within her and clouded her judgement, urging her to run away on the night of her 18th birthday. As she felt her hunger grow with each passing year, Frida ran as far as her legs could take her until she eventually winded up in one of the darker streets of Kaien.
  
  As she succumbed to the ground out of hunger and helplessness, darkness pooled a few feet away from her. From it emerged beings that didn't look too far from Devon- she learned that they were called abberations. To the normal eyes, these otherworldly creatures would look extremely horrifying; for Frida, they looked extremely delicious. At that moment, all Frida could feel was the aching hunger within her, commanding her to let loose and feed on the beings. The next thing she knew, she was doing just as the hunger commanded.
  
  The taste of the beings, the energy flowing within them, was what gave Frida the satisfaction she has been longing for, for the first time. The wool over her eyes were pulled with each bite. She realized that this was her fate- to revel in the delicacies of this world! She finally understood that only the World Eater's power could make it come true. Needless to say, she returned to the family estate with a smile on her face.
  
  On the night of her 21st birthday, Frida took on the role of Matriarch, alongside the disappearance of her father.
  

 

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• Qiao Guanyu

  Basics

  Full Name

  Qiao Guanyu

  Nickname

  Yu-er | Rhódon | Our Lady of Ways and Means

  Affiliation

  Snowsant's Heart - A café hidden in the heart of the city that's well-loved for its signature coffee and decadent desserts. Staffed entirely by passionate purveyors of the coffeehouse experience, it is committed to serving its customers the highest quality brews available within city borders. Though whispers of a vast network of informants working underneath its elusive owner have been circulating among its patrons, nothing has ever been confirmed.

  Rank

  Matriarch

  Age

  26

  Sexuality

  Quoisexual

  Romantic Orientation

  Demiromantic

  Height

  155cm (5'1")

  Weight

  52kg (116lbs)

  Body Modifications

  Forehead Tattoo (Three blue roses)
• Persona

  Personality

  Though appearing quite meek and docile, behind Guanyu's delicate countenance hides the heart of a seasoned trickster. Playful, snarky and audacious—oftentimes even outright cheeky. She has a flair for the dramatic and a habit of showing off, remaining cocky and confident in even the most dire of situations. It seems as though she's nothing more than a simple, if eccentric café owner... but be warned.
  
  Hiding one's ability is an ability in and of itself. No matter what facade she adorns herself with, Guanyu is on no one else's side but hers and her own.

  Family History

  "There is no wealth like knowledge and no poverty like ignorance—and Rhódon is the richest of us all."
  
  Rhódon had always been a legendary figure within Kaien's borders. They were the person who knew everything about everyone, even seeming nigh omniscient at times. The person themselves, however, have always been shrouded in mystery. There have been countless attempts at uncovering their identity, but each time the answer was seemingly just out of reach. They possessed the palest of blonde locks, or was it rich russet tones? They were definitely over six feet tall, many announced, but many others claimed that their toes barely scraped the ground upon being seated. Their voice was either the most delicate of whispers or a deep, rumbling bass.
  
  For every description, countless sought to refute it, and each new encounter with the broker only served to add on to the mystery. The majority of people have long since given up. Nowadays it's been accepted that as long as the information was legitimate and the dealer was impartial, then it didn't matter who the individual behind the mask was.
  
  Rhódon had never been a mere individual, however, but a clan. Be it men, women, adults, children or the elderly, as long as they were a member of the family, the name was theirs to use. Specializing in dealing with information and sharing intelligence within its kin, it was through this that they created the fictional, and yet very real image of the mythical broker.

  Personal History

  Guanyu's mother, Jyoka, was an exceptionally talented woman. She was a highly sought-after performer—a vain beauty with countless men and women scrambling at her beck and call for even a glance in their direction. Though she was undoubtedly one of the lowest dregs of society, she stood tall and held herself up with an unshakeable pride. But there was one man she could never get to stay with her, no matter how many proclamations of love they whispered to each other in their sparse meetings.
  
  Within Rokushoukan, the brothel where Jyoka worked, all ladies were taught a bit about performance arts the moment they're brought into the fold. Those without potential were immediately put to night service work, while those with potential continued with their education, spending their time performing for their customers. As their skills increase, so will their price, and the number of requests they accept also become more scarce. Among them are even a few who would never come to know a customer's touch, up until the very day they can buy their own freedom.
  
  These workers were priced so highly because they were untouchable flowers. Such women lose half their value once plucked by another's hand, so what exactly do you think happens when they fall pregnant? That's right... she became nearly worthless. Those who end up like her never last that long, especially not when the brothel got into a financial crisis a month or so later as news of her pregnancy spread. Still, night after night as she stared up at the false sky, she yearned for him to arrive to take her away.
  
  But he never came.
  
  It was only three years after that faithful night that that man returned to Rokushoukan, but at that point there was hardly anything left of her for him to whisk away. Nothing but a cold grave... and a strange little girl with wide blue eyes.
  
  The child's abrupt arrival and subsequent usurpation of the heiress position was met with little to no resistance, and the few who did dare voice their complaints were quick to be silenced and made an example of. The Rhódon Family had no use for people who couldn't follow follow orders. As he walked away from their headless corpses, this, her father made clear. From then on, the part of her that was the nameless child of a dead sex worker no longer existed, and only the future matriarch remained.
  
  Growing up under his wing, Guanyu was subjected to a particularly brutal regime. She trained and studied for all hours of the day, granted not even a hint of respite in her pursuit of perfection. It was only in the dead of night when she had naught but her own company that she ever truly found rest. Even with the occasional break it was hardly anything even remotely resembling a childhood, but it was all she's ever known. It was all she ever will know. By the time she was finally ready to inherit her father's position, there was only one word that could be used to describe her.
  
  Terrifying.

  Current Matriarch
• Vhavh'tha

  Abilities

  Guardian Name

  Vhavh'tha

  Moniker

  Calamity From The Skies | He Who Watches

  Abilities

  Mnemokinesis - The guardian grants its host the ability to manipulate the memories of both oneself and others, allowing them to modify, fabricate, suppress, influence, repair, restore, erase, detect, and view them. Though only through touch, they can change memories to confuse, wipe away certain memories to cause amnesia, discern and provoke nostalgia, and enter the victim into a psychic vision, replaying their memory.
  
  Granted, this is not without its drawbacks. The effects of this ability on its targets are merely temporary and will degrade over time without regular maintanance. Crafting memories that are inconsistent with the target's environment and other memories may also result in those artificial memories weakening more quickly over time. Oftentimes the overload of memories from viewing can cause severe headaches, and in worse cases the host may even confuse their memories with that of their target.
  
  Hallucikinesis - The guardian grants its host the ability to create, shape and manipulate illusions, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell and taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. These illusions can even be powerful and realistic enough to become tangible and physically interact with the target and their environment, with a downside of being quite fragile.

  Equipment

  War Fans - A pair of enchanted folding fans with bladed spokes made of heavy plates of iron and coated in silver.
  
  Liànrén (Relic) - A pair of twin amethysts slotted into the base of Guanyu's war fans. They possess the ability to either repel or attract each other over distances of about sixty feet.
• Miscellaneous

  Fun Facts

  I'll add to this eventually I swear

  Relationships

  Qiao Binghe (Father): The relationship Guanyu has with her father is... strained, to say the least. Perhaps in another life, they could have grown close to each other as a family, but... no. Changing what's happened in the past is a fool's dream. These two can only move forward now.
  
  "Jyoka" (Mother): The memories Guanyu has of her mother are sparse. She was a proud woman, strong in both mind and spirit even as her body wasted away from disease. Even now, she remembers first seeing her dance. She remembers how that weakened figure transformed in mere moments into something... ethereal. She views their time together every now and then, etching her existence into her heart. She knows her father had done the same.
  
  Rhódon Clan: The clan is a tight-knight group, swearing unwavering loyalty to the head of the family and to each other. With the kind of work they do, these people can only place their trust in their own and are extremely wary of outsiders. Though a majority of her time training as the heiress was anything but pleasant, Guanyu eventually grew fond of them as time passed.
  
  Rokushoukan: Guanyu's childhood home. The people there are her brothers, her sisters. While her time there became limited to sporadic visits after her father had appeared to take her away, the bonds between her and those among the disinherited remained strong. As of the present, she's made a point to take the brothel under her wing.

  Extras

  Not entirely sure what to put here so please accept this illustration of Jyoka instead

  "Jyoka"

Character Artist: @IRIS_irisii

Guardian Artist: Edgar Gomez

 

[The Crimson King]

Full Name: Professor Septimus Harrow.
Nickname(s): Strangelove.
Affiliation:
The Supreme Imperial Theocracy’s Magitek
Research and Development Division.
In the heart of the 1st Hierarchical City, in the central dogma of the Imperial Palace, lies Magitek R&D, the sole developer of new technology within the various Hierarchical cities, though usually it’s in the process of creating new weapons of warfare: military-grade arms, alchemical concoctions and/or thaumaturgic recipes. The Empire has little to no restraint over what actually occurs during the process of development, the fact that there are little to no morals behind the science of the Empire is of no secret to anyone, human and animal experimentation the norm, Septimus the main offender in spite of his many prestigious awards and household name status. It’s anyone’s guess what horrid things they could be working on at present.

Rank: Acting Head Researcher. (Chief Director of Operations)
Alignment: Lawful Evil.
Gender: Cisgender Male.
Sexuality: Demisexual.
Romantic Orientation: Aromantic.
Age: 187.
Date of Birth: September 22.
Height: 201 cm (6’7)
Weight: 70 kg (154 lbs.)
Body Modifications: Missing his right eye, covered with an eyepatch. He has an indeterminable amount of bionic modifications, the most noticeable one a reinforcement of his skull’s crown, visible as a bolt through his central-left forehead.
Faceclaim / Artist Credit: ctkcave
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Abilities:
Rudimentary Magics - Unassisted by alchemy or thaumaturgy, Harrow’s own magical power is very limited, with little to no capability to create any magical effects, though he has a large catalog of known spells, none are particularly potent on their own, as his reservoirs of natural and spiritual energies are average at best.
Magitek Mastery - Having studied the many applications of magic and technology used in tandem, Harrow could more than likely do whatever he pleases with just about any magitechnology there is, much mainstream tech known like the back of his hand.
Bionics - Having modified his own body with modern anatomical technologies, Harrow is often more resilient than the average person in many ways, without the assistance of body enhancement magic, on par with a skilled magi in terms of strength and endurance.
Weapon of Choice:
Modified K-03, “Disciple” - A modified version of a semi-automatic military-grade sidearm, with overall improved reliability and performance. It’s covered in strange sigils of unknown magical powers.
Equipment:
Grimoire Excelsius - A grimoire filled with an unprecedented number of spells and incantations, the sum of all the Empire’s magical knowledge is said to be contained within it’s pages, recorded over the span of the Hierarchy’s lifespan of six centuries. It is granted to each of the Theocracy’s Acting Head Researcher upon attaining their promotion to director status.
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History: Septimus was born on the last day of summer. His mother, a stewardess of the Emperor, prayed for him to be beautiful, pure and wise, and for the most part, he grew to meet expectations, showing morals and good sense from a young age and was insightful enough to be considered by many of his family and peers to be a natural prodigy, actively involved in the Theocracy’s activities from a young age and often accompanied his father, a Holy Court justice. He worked diligently as a student of the magics and sciences and was chosen to be an assistant researcher at the age of 13. While he understood that he was meeting his father’s expectations, he did not love him; love had nothing to do with meeting expectations, and he grew healthy without it. His problem was an intrinsic one: he did not understand his father’s own concept of beauty. He realized the inconsistencies one morning, his father wished for him to be beautiful, but that beauty was not the same as his mother’s own notions. Understanding that he was not in accordance with the world, he worked hard to correct this mistake, attempting to be pure and beautiful in his own eyes. All throughout his teenage years he did all he could to overcome his defect, having come to terms with it’s existence. He suffered agony, though he never knew if it was agony, pursuing something he lacked from the start. Following that he, a sinner by nature, thought to punish himself following the morals he believed to keep balance in the world, he tried methods like shaving away the skin, ripping off his flesh and dislocating his bones. Rather than surrendering himself to his condition by indulging in twisted pleasure, he tried looking within his own body to find what could not be found in his mind, attempted to use mental pain and abstained from eating. After ten years of such things, all of his purgatories and sufferings were useless to change him. Unable to reach an epiphany, he arrived at the single conclusion that he did not have the sense to feel normal happiness. He turned to religion with fervor to turn himself into a normal person, believing that the Emperor may eventually bring him to salvation. His path that become his creed was to become a man of science and preach the Emperor’s word like his father. It is said the Emperor forgives everything, so He should also save someone such as him. The results were tragic, as he abode by the Emperor’s rule, followed the law and lived modestly with no results. He could find no greater pleasure than the suffering of others, and though the Empire forbade immorality, it was all he had. There was no anguish at this realization, as he knew he had always sought something that never existed. There was nothing lost, so he had nothing to grieve. He was only concerned about who he was as he matured. He wondered about the nature of his existence, that if the world hates Evil, what was the purpose of something that was never wanted being given life. Those with a deficiency should not be born, yet there are beings that exist to be hated and die. He wished to know the crime of his existence, the simple, pure question of why and had a feeling of anger towards something unknown behind his reward of years of anguish and blind devotion not being salvation. He attended the Theological College of Kyo, the 45th Hierarchical City, where he skipped two grades and acted as student council president. He graduated early, and could have become a Holy Court justice with his background, he focused on serving under the Emperor as a man of science. He entered the 10th Hierarchical City of Yakusoku’s research division seminary at the age of 22, and received a second baptism to continued to graduate from an assistant to a full Truthseeker who could operate independently. During his time there, he transferred three times to different departments, and eventually ended up in the 1st Hierarchical City of Emiya. Due to his twisted nature, he wished to have a family in an attempt to gain a normal sense of self. After all his attempts, his final chance was a woman, believing that every human wishes to love someone, have a family, and die peacefully. He was no exception, but he wished for it while feeling no true fascination for it. He eventually met and married Katherine Macnamara while still performing his duty of truth seeking. He then left the seminary and abandoned his path of becoming a Hierophant. The woman he chose was one with no future, as she was terminally ill with only a few years left to live. He never knew if he chose her because of that or if that had been his only choice. He tried loving her in order to earn happiness, and she truly did love him, and even bore his child. Their time together only lasted for two years, and it was unable to change him. He derived happiness from her suffering and their offspring’s despair, and the more he tried to love, the more their suffering saved him. This didn't cause him to suffer, and he still doesn't know if he did ever suffer. The only thing he does know is that the more she tried to cure him, the more he wanted to see her grieve. He holds that, even if she was sickly, she was a saint to him. Her faithfulness and how deeply she understood his anger need not be questioned. The degree with which she understood him and tried to heal him is beyond any other human, but she could still not fill the void within him. Filled with despair at this fact, he concluded that his birth and existence were some kind of mistake, so it was best to disappear. He went to bid her goodbye before he was to die, as it was a natural duty to tell her, whom he made his wife as an experiment, of his end. Entering her room where she was dying, composed of only skin and bones, he relayed the simple fact, “I could not love you.” With her final attempt to prove to him that he could love and that he deserved to live, she took her own life after responding, "No. You do love me." Believing that her death would bring sadness to him, she was happy to see that he was crying and smiled at him before finally passing away. That was only the way she saw it, and rather than crying for her death, he was instead sad over losing the chance of killing her himself and enjoying her death. He silently left the room and ceased pursuing salvation altogether. Their child was placed in the custody of their mother's relatives. Rather than killing himself, he continued to pursue his work, believing it would one day answer his question and satisfy him. A few nights later, he was contacted by an associate, informing him that he had been chosen to become Acting Head Researcher. Even if he was unable to understand why he was selected, as he lacked any 'sense of purpose', ideal or aspiration, he chose to serve the Emperor, forevermore.
Personality: Unknown to all those around him, Septimus was born defective, possessing a warped mind since birth. He is an evil person, but not a villain. He is deviant, but not inhuman. Despite his personal accomplishments, he never felt satisfaction. Despite his best efforts he could not enjoy what other people found happiness in, and instead found himself drawn to negative emotions like the pain of others. He is able to act like a normal person, even bringing pride to his father, but he intrinsically does not feel the same happiness others do. An empty shell of a man who’s only purpose is to serve the Emperor.
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[Coyote Hart]

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• Basic Information
• Personal
• Abilities

• Full Name: Mortas Karman
  Rank: Head Detective/Information Gatherer
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Romantic Orientation: Biromantic
  Age: 26
  Height: 5ft 11in
  Weight: 145lbs
  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  Affiliation: Karman Detective Agency - A moderate sized 'detective agency' that employs two groups of detectives-- a small group of highly trained crime investigators, and a larger group of mediocre detectives. However, they are simply masquerading as a detective agency. Their true business is assassination. These assassinations are usually two folded. One assassination may be done by sending out members of the detective agency. Another might be done through opening a case for someone who wants justice to be done for someone who had been assassinated. Evidence is then fabricated to pin the blame on the person who needs to be assassinated. Then the misled client who opened a case at the Karman Detective Agency simply does the killing for them. The Karman Detective Agency is also really good at erasing evidence and covering up people's tracks, aiding people in their illegal endeavors.
  Mortas's Theme (Normal): Nostalgia Sonatina
  Rhongomiant's Theme: Rhongomiant ~Requiescat in Pace~
  A mirror of the character sheet can be found here.
  
• Personality: Mortas is subdued yet happy go lucky. He sees himself as invincible, and so he cares not about what happens, whether that be to him or others. He is snarky and willing to step out of line even when faced against someone a multitude more powerful than him. Despite this, Mortas has a very sophisticated way of speaking that implies a high stature in society. Ironically, this is not the case.
  
  This is in contrast to when Mortas has to go somewhere as himself without the assistance of his android self. In this state, he's incredibly nervous and cautious, knowing how frail he is compared to his adversaries. His snarky attitude is notably gone, replaced with a genuinely polite one.
  
  On a given day, Mortas could probably be found hogging a seat in Snowsant's Heart, sipping decaf coffee for the entire day while his android self does the heavy work. Mortas dislikes battle, as he knows that his forte is information gathering and communication.
  
  Mortas gives off the impression of being an incredibly incompetent detective. He often uses farfetched conspiracy theories to explain a crime. Yet he is the one who trained the others in the Karman Detective Agency, who are all very competent detectives. It's up to you to interpret how this is.
  
  Backstory: Mortas lived most of his life in the dog eat dog streets of the 757th city. With very little money to his name, Mortas quickly learned of the associated horrors of life that came with living in the squalor of the city. There was nowhere in this world for morality, for unnecessary softness. But Mortas didn't want that sort of life. He wanted to get out.
  
  After stalking a detective for three months, he eventually managed to convince the detective to take him under his wing. But even after he became a full fledged detective, Mortas was still unable to crawl out of the squalor. For crime was as transparent as glass in the city, so there was hardly any need for a detective.
  
  And sticking his nose into other people's business was no good either. Mortas attracted the attention of a powerful group of assassins, whom tried (unsuccessfully) to kill Mortas. They poisoned the food, but Mortas accidentally left it out for too long and had to toss it. They tried a sniper, but the windows in Mortas's house was covered with so much wood that they couldn't ever get a clear shot. They tried bombing Mortas's house, but by the time they got to doing that, Mortas had already moved out of the shithole of a house and leased it to someone else.
  
  Eventually, the assassins had enough, and they personally knocked on Mortas's door and dragged him kicking and screaming to their hideout, intending to kill him.
  
  But that didn't happen. Even Mortas wasn't sure how, but he somehow convinced the group of assassins to instead let him live.
  
  "Just tell them you killed me," an assassin could remember the insane glint in Mortas's eyes as he pleaded for his life, "I can be of use to you. I know how to hide your tracks."
  
  Somehow, that was enough. Mortas was allowed to stay, albeit locked up in the small safehouse that the assassins lived in. Which was okay, because the safehouse was much more fancy than anything Mortas was used to.
  
  Come two years later, after Mortas had made himself into a respectable sniper, the leader of the assassins was killed in an accident during an assassination mission. Suddenly, without a leader, the assassin group almost fell apart, if not for Mortas.
  
  He offered them to become employed at his detective agency, receive detective training, and all the while continue to be assassins. And rather than get their hands dirty, they could simply sic their assassination target with an angry detective agency client.
  
  Mortas's offer swayed the assassins. And so, two years after mysteriously vanishing, the Karman Detective Agency once more reappeared, now with the extra service of assassins, as well as a street racing tournament, a year after Mortas decided to expand.
  
  As the Karman Detective Agency earned more and more money, Mortas realized he was going to need something of similar power to a guardian if he were to stand on the same pedestal as the crime families that ran the city.
  
  So Mortas began working on a hobby project. Ever since getting pierced by a rusty nail and getting tetanus when he was young, Mortas was deathly afraid of human modifications. So through many auctions, business deals, and trafficking, Mortas made a prototype of a mind-controlling machine fueled by magic and technology.
  
  Using terribly inhumane body modifications supplied by Ylva Logistics Inc, Mortas created an android counterpart of himself that he could use to stand on par with the crime families of the 757th Hierarchical City. He called it the Rhongomiant, after the spear of King Arthur. It was his trusty weapon after all.
  
• 90% of the time you see Mortas, it is likely through one of his three Rhongomiant androids. This is a highly modified human to the point where they can hardly be called human. Mortas controls the Rhongomiant through a control block in its brain. The Rhongomiant's face is shaped using an odd skin-like material to look like Mortas. A magic-laced voice synthesizer allows Mortas to talk.
  
  Mortas's Abilities:
  
  • Grimoire of Control: A grimoire that allows him to control the Rhongomiant androids. The downside of its use is that it leaves a heavy mental strain on Mortas, forcing him to only participate in light activities. Attempting to fight alongside his Rhongomiant or use two Rhongomiants will leave Mortas sick and exhausted.
  • Sniper Expert: Mortas's assassin specialty is using the sniper. Simultaneously using the Rhongomiant and providing sniper covering fire does not make Mortas sick, but it will make him super exhausted.
  Rhongomiant's Abilities:
  
  • The Rhongomiant is enhanced with an excessive amount of modifications, to the point where it is usually harmful to most humans. This includes strength modifications, speed modifications, and endurance modifications through replacing the skin with a steel plate. This does mean that the Rhongomiant will sink. As it was originally intended for information gathering, it also has modifications for enhanced hearing and sight.
  • Thunder: Each of the Rhongomiants are imbued with powerful lightning magic through grimoires, sigils, and bits of magitek. Usually the downside of such powerful lightning magic is that it stimulates all the pain receptors in one's body. However, Mortas cannot feel pain through the Rhongomiant, so all's well.*
  
  Arsenal (Rhongomiant):
  
  • Steam Stave: A heavy staff that fires a powerful blast of steam capable of repelling bullets. The wide arc that the staff blasts makes it very potent in battle. The source of the steam are canisters located on the Rhongomiant's back, which supply the staff air through the palm. The air is heated up through the heat that the Rhongomiant produces from day to day operations. The heft of the staff also allows it to be used as a physical weapon.
  • Cookie Jar: A jar of cookies that is hidden in a compartment in the Rhongomiant's belly. Contains chocolate chip, raisin and oatmeal, and white chocolate almond. No, I did not steal the flavors from Costco... okay, maybe I did.
  Arsenal (Mortas):
  
  • Grimoire of Control
  • Sniper: A powerful sniper that fires bullets that land with a fiery explosion
  *The Rhongomiant is an alive human being, so no, all's most definitely not well.
  

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Full Name: Ruka Kuromori
Nickname(s): The Red Prince, The Knight of Roses
Affiliation: The Garden District Alliance: The Garden District Alliance is one of the very oldest power blocs in Kaien, though Ruka's bloody rise to the seat of its power and subsequent, equally bloody reforms have greatly degraded its overall wealth and influence. Of course very little actually grows in this wretched city, the name "Garden District" therefore refers to a different kind of flower. It is called the oldest profession for a reason and as far back as anyone can remember in Kaien there have been people forced to sell their bodies to survive. The Garden District Alliance has been overseeing this ancient trade of flesh for almost as long: buying and selling debtors, supplying alcohol or other intoxicants to loosen inhibitions and purse strings: providing the muscle to offer some meagre level of protection to the workers and as a consequence of all this reaping vast amounts of money and influence. The Alliance has an interest in nearly every transaction related to sex in Kaien: from desperate trysts carried out in dingy alleyways to glamorous and charming courtesans who accompany Kaien's elite in public and in private. The Alliance even controls most of the erotica and pornography published in the city through a string of seemingly unconnected publishing houses.

Since taking control of the Alliance Ruka has instituted a wide ranging series of reforms aimed at protecting her talent and ruthlessly eliminated any middle managers or owners who saw fit to object. Gone are the days when indentured men and women would be all but imprisoned: trapped in a dingy brothel for the rest of their lives to try and work off a sisyphean debt that would never be allowed to be paid off fully, often forcefully addicted to an array of drugs to keep them docile and indebted. Gone are the days when children were ripped from their parents to write off crippling debts and groomed for a lifetime of servitude. Now men and women of the night alike can come and go as they please and are incentivised to stay with safe, comfortable working conditions and fair wages. This has resulted in a temporary dip to revenue more or less across the board, but the alliance is already starting to see dividends from this initiative in terms of increased worker morale and customer satisfaction.

Rank: Matriarch

Gender: Female
Sexuality: bi
Romantic Orientation: bi
Age: 23
Height: 4 ft 10 in
Weight: 47 kg
Body Modifications: none
Faceclaim / Artist Credit: It was meee! It was me all along!
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Guardian's name: Kinnuroth
Moniker(s): The Bloody Maiden; The fourteenth mistress of the Ceaseless Hunt; The Crone who calls the horn of revelry
Abilities:
Blood Mother: Kinnuroth grants her ward the ability to freely manipulate and control blood, directing its flow; hardening it to supernatural levels of durability before returning it to liquid once more and so on. The ward is normally only in control of their own blood but can assume command of that of others by intermingling their own blood with the targets. To maintain control of foreign blood the ward must be in bodily contact with the sample in question: an opponent can sever the connection by seperating their blood from the ward or any blood that leads back to them.

Call the Hunt: Kinnuroth's ward can awaken atavistic, primal instincts in friend and foe alike by calling the Ceaseless hunt, restoring supposedly civilised humans to the ancient roles of predator and prey. Allies who join the hunt find their reflexes, senses and strength sharpened to better pursue their quarry while prey find instinctive terror roused in their hearts and lose the will to do anything but flee blindly or freeze. The Hunt's call can be resisted or even shrugged off entirely by the strong of will and it's not a phenomenon Ruka presently has very much control over: it simply radiates out from her when her own combat instincts are engaged.

Weapon of Choice: Yashaka's bindings: A set of black steel manacles bound to the wrists and ankles. Lengths of chain trail from all four manacles, which can be controlled mentally by the wearer and extended or retracted at will. With practice, Yashaka's bindings can be manipulated with incredible precision and force and they are exceptionally durable.

Throwing knives: Seven well made knives concealed in various locations on Ruka's body, these knives are well balanced both for throwing and fighting in close range with. Ruka often uses them in conjunction with Yashaka's bindings, increasing the range they can be thrown or thrusted.

Equipment: Tokens of the Blood Mother: A dozen golden coins of unspeakably ancient provenance. The coins bear a sigil of Kinnuroth on one side and a stylized eye on the other. The owner of the coins is always magically aware of their location and by holding a coin up to one of their eyes, the owner can see and hear out of the eyes carved on the other eleven, switching views between them at will.
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History:

As far back as Ruka can remember, she was considered property. Ruka and her twin sister Yuna were taken from their parents to pay off a debt of some kind, likely a gambling one, no one ever bothered to fill in the children themselves on the details. By the age of seven, the twins had been brought and sold half a dozen times, mercifully kept together as a set of identical twins were considered a valuable novelty. Eventually Ruka and Yuna wound up in the Cat Corral, an upmarket bordello personally owned and overseen by Lucian Umberto, the Patriarch of the Garden District Alliance. The Cat Corral was the crown jewel of Umberto's vast empire of vice, a luxury establishment where he catered to the wildest and darkest appetites of Kaien's wealthy elite.

For the men and women who actually worked in the Corral, it was worse than a prison despite the luxury. To ensure his client's vices were kept secret Umberto never let any of the workers leave and they were kept compliant and obedient through a regime of drugs and ruthless violence. Ruka and Yuna were spared the worst excesses of the Corral, not out of any lingering shred of mercy in the Alliance patriarch but in search of the greatest profit. Because they were twins and fair in appearance, Umberto judged it would be more profitable to train up the twins and sell their first night to the highest bidder when they came of age. In the meantime Ruka and Yuna were employed as services and trained in an array of disciplines meant to make them more valuable: singing, dancing, etiquette: even rhetoric and philosophy to make them better conversation partners.

Eventually however Umberto received an offer for the twins he couldn't refuse. A longtime client of Umberto's someone whose identity he kept a personal secret, wanted the twins. This was the kind of client workers never returned from: over the years this client had paid a vast fortune to Umberto for a string of young women to be secretly delivered to his estate and for nobody to ever ask questions about what happened to them. The twins were a valuable commodity, but the mystery client offered an amount almost equal to what they might earn over their entire future careers, up front and like that the Twins' fate was sealed. Ruka and Yuna were sedated through their evening meal and delivered unconscious to the client's estate, they woke up in chains in a dark, underground room.

Ruka has never and will never speak of what happened that night except to say that she watched her sister die but survived herself through some cruel miracle. One of Ruka's shackles was weakly secured enough that she was able to wrench it free from the ceiling and swing the chain into her captor's head, knocking him out instantly. Ruka strangled him to death with those same chains and escaped into the night alone, burning with thoughts of revenge. Revenge was a long way off for Ruka, her target, Lucian Umberto was one of the most powerful and well protected men in the city and he was rumoured to have unnatural abilities to defend himself with, the idea of a homeless waif killing him was absurd, but there was a way to get to him one day.

The Garden District Alliance is famous for its flowers: its entertainers, courtesans and common whores, but it has thorns as well. The Thorns maintain order in the Garden district: they keep the workers in line; prevent the customers who haven't paid for the privilege from hurting the workers; forcefully shut down unsanctioned operations and fight off any attempt by other organizations to muscle in on Alliance turf. In short the thorns are enforcers, guards and agents, the physical buttress to the Alliance's soft power and influence. The Thorns draw their recruits from local street gangs, hiring local street urchins as message runners, look outs or errand runners and hiring the most cunning, cruel and ruthless of them as low ranking Thorns.

Ruka cut and died her hair, disguised herself as a boy and blended in among the other urchins. Ruka's education of singing, dancing and table manners had not really prepared her for life on the streets, she was soft and weak compared to the other children, but her many savage beatings made her resilient in the face of pain and she fought with a kind of savage desperation that allowed her to stand out from her peers. Inch by inch, drop of blood by drop of blood Ruka fought her way up the ranks of the Thorns. She fought, threatened, stole and eventually killed without hesitation, growing stronger and harder every day until finally she stood face to face with the man who had sold her sister to death Lucian Umberto. But Ruka did not strike at that moment, she buried her feelings and bided her time. Ruka made herself indispensable to man whose death she plotted, put herself at his beck and call all the while studying him for any strength or weakness.

Even so when Ruka finally struck she was hopelessly outmatched, she was a capable fighter by then but Umberto had the power of a guardian on his side and decades of experience. Still long decades at the top had left the old man complacent, corpulent and in poor health and Ruka's desperate need for revenge far outweighed his desire for survival, in the end she simply wanted it more and after a long, furious battle that demolished most of the Cat Corral bordello she finally strangled him to death with the chains he wielded as a weapon. Bathed in the blood of her former employer, her sister finally avenged, Ruka stood up and left the Garden District behind her.

Or at least, she tried to. Ruka didn't get halfway down the stairs before she was met by a crowd of angry sex workers explaining to her that if she had just ripped open a power vacuum at the top of one of the largest organizations in the city and if she left now the whole Garden district would collapse in on itself in a violent power struggle and she had damn well better take responsibility for the mess she had made. Then there was the voice in her head babbling about "Guardian" this "Ward" that "Aberrations" or some such. Confused and rather tired, Ruka more or less allowed herself to be bullied into taking the position of Head of Garden District Alliance, though she vowed to change the organization for the better.


Personality:

Ruka is actually a bit inert outside any external stimulus. Unlike a lot of family heads she cares very little for actively running her business and has few grand designs about expanding its influence and power. Unlike most of the family heads not covered by the previous statement, Ruka also has very little interest in the hedonistic pursuit of leisure or intricate personal projects she actually doesn't have many hobbies at all and when she isn't being hassled into attending to he the Alliance's affairs by her capable secretary she spends most of her time policing her own organization: patrolling their territory and investigating her subordinates to insure they are abiding by her policies: paying their workers fairly and letting them come and go as they please. When Ruka actually has a moment to herself she rarely knows what to do with herself and often becomes restless and anxious. Ruka's long quest for revenge has hollowed her out in some ways and she often wonders what to fill the emptiness with.

This is all when Ruka is not provoked however. Ruka is hyper protective of the Garden District Alliance, the workers primarily but her enforcers and managers as well as long as they abide by her rules. If those she considers under her protection are threatened or abused Ruka adopts the laser like focus she used to exact her revenge and hunts them down ruthlessly, literally tearing apart the perpetrators and leaving their mangled remains as a warning to others. Ruka happens to view her patronage as extending to more or less all sex workers in the city so even non affiliated establishments or pimps can find themselves the targets of her wrath: Ruka's subordinates have become skilled at following along the trail of destruction she leaves and picking up the pieces: incorporating workers and properties left behind into the Alliance so that their power base actually grows as a result of her rampages. This can be a bit of a double edged sword however: due to her overall disinterest in the business it can take Ruka a long time to understand some aspect of the business she controls and realizes that it needs to be reformed in line with her values. Members of the Alliance who have been conducting their business the same way for years can suddenly find themselves in her sights, with little recourse but to fall in line or be destroyed.

These semi regular purges have greatly degraded the overall strength of the alliance, but they have made Ruka something of a folk hero for sex workers all over the city, who refer to her fondly with titles like "the Knight of Roses" There seems to be a popular misconception among the commonfolk that Ruka is a dashing and handsome gentleman rather than a scrawny young women but the affection is no less ardent despite being misinformed. Even among the upper levels of the Alliance, the enforcers; owners and managers, Ruka's ideals are starting to spread. Those who have survived the purges so far are often those who were always uncomfortable with the way they were forced to operate and appreciate being able to operate more ethically without being pushed out of the market. Then there is the fact that so long as they behave themselves they can actually enjoy the benefits of Ruka's psychotic protectiveness instead of merely being subjected to it. Persuasive argument that last bit.
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• Repertoire
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  Full Name: Hali Guinevere Onda
  
  Nickname(s): Hailey, Yona, Miss Saint
  
  Affiliation: Magnanimity - a non-profit humanitarian charity organization that provides medical assistance, relief, even supplies to those in need. Local to the 757th Hierarchical City, it has the sole purpose of aiding those who are barred off from necessities due to the very nature of the city, even opening efforts to rehabilitate willing ghosts into their former, normal lives. Magnanimity has medical stations all around the city, staffed with few people ready to help the next person who comes in the door. Though their conditions are at the bare minimum, the treatments are legitimate. They are of the few things yet unswayed by any of the crime families, but at the same token are entirely unbiased to the people they help. They've patched up the good and bad of society, for they stand under Hali's steadfast belief that everybody, deep down, has goodness in their heart. Anyone is allowed to come into their centers for medical help.
  
  However, word is that they've fallen on tough times; kindness is the most costly quality, after all. Their source of income has solely been Hali's own finances and the measly donations they receive, and they're on a downward spiral. As such, though Hali wishes for everything against it, they've had no choice but to rely on some of the crime families for money. And though being integrated into the seemingly similar-minded Fumikage Enterprises would ultimately aid their efforts, it's no secret to the Matriarch that they've delved into corruption.
  
  But at this rate, it's only a matter of time before Magnanimity comes to a fork in the road: wither away, or change.
  
  Rank: Matriarch (Parent)
  
  Alignment: True Neutral (slight lean in Neutral Good)
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Demisexual
  
  Romantic Orientation: Panromantic
  
  Age: 20
  
  Height: 5'3 (160 cm)
  
  Weight: 110 lbs (50 kg)
  
  Faceclaim / Artist Credit: Kokomi (Genshin Impact)
  
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  Guardian Name: Nava
  
  Abilities:
  Caduceus - Through gentle touch (limited only to her hands), Hali removes even the most grievous of injuries from someone within seconds. These injuries are stored in Hali's body and meant to be exerted on someone else in battle. Depending on how hard Hali strikes someone, a proportional percentage of the stored injury would appear on the person she hits. Injuries that she receives herself may also be transferred to others. Through this, Hali can effectively end battles within seconds if she stored the correct wounds. However, Hali refuses to perform the harming part of the process, only utilizing the healing part.
  
  Hali mentally decides whether or not her power is absorbing or dishing out the injuries she has stored. By default, Caduceus is set to give out her stored injuries; she has to clear her mind and focus to absorb them. As a result of this, Hali wears gloves just in case she forgets. However, since it's meant for combat, Hali can't store the injuries forever, and over time, they'll appear on her in gradual doses per se. And because Hali is trying to not be like the other crooks, she'll only be taking the injuries in and patching herself up alone with her medical knowledge when they come, though painful as it is. She has become used to this process of healing and then dealing with the injuries on herself.
  
  
  Resuscitation - In a time frame of 10 minutes after someone dies, Hali can bring them back to life. After that, she cannot give the ghost any body; there is nothing more she can do for them.
  
  
  Equipment: A first aid kit including gauze, scissors, antiseptics, pain relievers, and tweezers.
  
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  Personality: Hali is an extraordinarily rare sight: genuinely kind, selfless, and clinging onto the idea that everyone, no matter what, has at least some goodness in their hearts. She cares greatly for the lives and feelings of others. Her empathy stretches to all those in pain, sometimes leading her to make rash decisions at her own detriment. This isn't to say that she is always one to please, however. Hali wishes for herself and her organization to remain independent; to not be swallowed up by one of the more powerful crime families, no matter how enticing the offers may be. Though she may deal in trading of supplies and favors of treating their people, she will always put her foot down if these families step on her territory, standing her ground against anything; no matter how afraid she'd be inside.
  
  Facing a decline in finances, potential bankruptcy and collapse of her organization, being surrounded by gang families, all while keeping the stations open at all costs and clean of illegal activity; no matter how big of a composed facade Hali maintains, she is stressed for almost every second of the day. The only things that take her mind off the worries are healing other people and watching them smile in gratitude. Though kindness may be one of the most expensive qualities to have, it's what that same aspect gives in return that lets Hali keep on going.
  
  
  History: The Onda family lineage is known for their cruel bloodshed and elicit activities. Generations prior saw the family practically dominate everywhere they went, leaving trails of corpses in their wake. They were known as violent, near-unstoppable monsters, and they took pride in that. For the longest time, it was all they were famous for.
  
  So when the most recent heir, Aleksy Onda, came into the spotlight after the death of the previous heads, everyone was certain it'll be another generation of the same old.
  
  But what transpired under his reign had shocked all who kept a keen eye on the family.
  
  Aleksy, the only one of the lineage to be adopted into the Ondas, was different. Though it seemed he soaked in his parents' teachings like a sponge, his own beliefs that formed as an orphan were steadfast. He carried a (questionably) righteous view in a society of evil. And though rumors may float around that he was responsible for his step-parents' deaths, it was a welcome change by many to see the path of the Ondas head down a less glory-hounding road. Perhaps not as much to the dozens who were partnered with them, each in an equally bloodthirsty position to reap benefits from their running tirade with the previous heads. And, tried they did to take him off the board, but a stoic Parent with a Guardian that could effectively remove all the damage from himself and to the attacker isn't one to go down with ease.
  
  Aleksy soon married a doctor by the name of Circe. Together, they conceived one daughter, and at the same time announced severe renovations to the company. Mass layoffs were announced, depleting them of the criminal underlings. Partnerships with other organizations were thrown out the window, They completely overhauled the family's small organization to become Magnanimity, a non-profit charity group to help those in need.
  
  To an adolescent Hali, her parents were nothing short of well-meaning people. Hali was quick to understand the kind of the world she lived in, and just how little of a minority she and her family were amid the population. Her mother taught her all she knew in treating patients and injuries, taking her out to many of their newly opened medical centers for hands on practice; while her father taught the business aspect of things and how to keep her head in the 757th. She was entirely home-schooled; her father feared what the rest of the city had to offer. She learned the capabilities of the Guardian and what they could do, yet she'd never fully utilize it like her parents.
  
  To Hali, though, the greatest things to look forward to were the smiles of those she helped. Whether they be a patient in one of their centers or a complete stranger who needed aid with a small slight, there was something she found greatly rewarding in it.
  
  Nearing 20 years of age, there was still so much for her parents to teach her.
  
  Unfortunately, they never finished setting her up for the future. Just before her birthday, while her parents were in a rare excursion in the city for what was supposed to be a quick trip to prepare, the couple were ambushed. Aleksy was first to die. Circe was never seen again.
  
  At the young age of 19, a totally unprepared Hali inherited everything in her parents' position, from the financial resources, paperwork, and the entire organization; just days after her parents' sudden fates. Suddenly, all eyes were on her. The only thing she could do was remember what she was taught to keep herself from being eaten alive. Appear strong, yet carry a big heart.
  
  Everything came at her at once: the paperwork, the troubles of each clinic, finance issues, and the encroaching crime families. With an outward perseverance, she held firm just as her father prior, no matter how she felt inside. In the blink of an eye, one year passed, and she was 20 years old. Unlike her parents, Hali took a more direct approach with Magnanimity. She appeared in person to several of their sites, using her Guardian to absorb people's injuries; but never transferring them out. Instead, she'd let the injuries fester on herself over gradual time.
  
  Though people under her view Hali as a young woman who's been nothing but strong and more than ready to fill the shoes as the Matriarch, she believes the exact opposite of herself. The worries that Magnanimity faces have never gone away. Hali's been suffering headaches on a constant basis from the amounts of work she does; ever since Aleksy changed the way the family operated, the organization's been facing a downward trend. If she doesn't do something soon, all of her family's work will go under...
  

 

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Alastor Wraith

The Tormentor

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• Profile

  FULL NAME

  Alastor Wraith

  NICKNAME

  The Tormentor

  Affiliation(s)

  Mage's Association (Formerly)
  
  WraithWorks, Incorporated

  AGE

  33 (Years)

  RANK/ALIGNMENT

  Patriarch/Chaotic Neutral

  GENDER/SEXUALITY

  Male/Heterosexual

  “It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.” ― Gautama Buddha

  General Information

  Basics

  HEIGHT

  6'3"

  WEIGHT

  190lbs

  Body Structure

  Lean, Muscular

  HAIR COLOR

  Grey

  EYE COLOR

  Red

  Personality

  In stark contrast to his dark and grotesque mentality, Alastor does maintain that of a noble’s demeanor. He is quite formal in his speech, and while his presence is haunting, it also has a certain flair of elegance. He is naturally sarcastic and witty, blunt and very often displays a twisted sense of humor. When he finds himself in a conversation laced with complexity, he can very easily transition to the vocabulary of a scholar; genuinely enjoying discussions of academics, research, and politics. However, he may not always be able to prolong this behavior, as he can be frighteningly temperamental on occasion. In addition to some of his other quirks, Alastor is very open with his sadistic tendencies. Once he engages in sadist activities, it’s as if he is taken over by something else entirely.

  WraithWorks, Incorporated

  I don't suffer from my insanity; I enjoy every minute of it!

  Alastor’s front business (WraithWorks, Incorporated) is known for its vast variety of products. Since Alastor is a staunch researcher in not only both magic and alchemy, but magitek as well, WraithWorks’ inventory is diverse. Some items are simple machinery for daily usage, such as a sewing machine or a can opener. Others are cosmetics like makeup, as well as alchemical solutions such as medicinal elixirs. While most of his products are purely authentic, Alastor intentionally mixes in a small percentage of products with alternative functionalities in order to test his morbid ideas. For example, he might make lipstick that when applied, can result in a deadly kiss that would kill both the one being kissed as well as the kisser. Another example is foundation that after a few hours, begins to burn the face off of the wearer. A further example being a toaster that’s a bomb in disguise; set off the moment the toaster finishes the toasting process. Alastor keeps track of who buys what in his shop, and when someone purchases one of the deadly items, he makes sure he follows them discreetly to observe and document the results of his experiments as well as to clean up the mess. In addition to various killing contraptions, his true dirty work lies in both the drug trade as well as body augmentation. The cheap stuff is sold to the commonplace abusers, while the premium supply is sold only to reliable buyers who are often redistributors of his product. Body augmentations come at an even higher price, and he is very selective on who he allows to have his technology. Alastor uses the funds he gains from all his sales to purchase grimoires or historical texts related to Absence in the black market.
• Backstory

  Lilith, The Night Angel (pictured above) is a lesser-known guardian who has served the Wraith family for generations. It was rumored that she was once an angel of light, but her later actions (which aren’t explicitly known or stated) ultimately led to her fall from grace. While she is no longer considered a true angel, her nature remains that of one; compassionate and caring. Because of her nurturing disposition, many have regarded her as a mother figure despite her role as a servant to the family and often sought her guidance and emotional support. As a result, her power was traditionally held and passed down by the mothers of the Wraith family, implementing a form of Matriarchy. Tales from legends speak that Lilith stores memories from former Wraith mothers, reflecting the souls of mothers past, with the most recent deceased mother being the dominant personality and mind behind Lilith.

  
  Alastor’s exact origin is not particularly known to him. Allegedly born from infidelity within The Mage’s Association, the young boy once known as Lucien D’Angelo had a very peculiar early life. Detached from the rest of the world and dedicated to the research and exploration of the magic arts, the young Lucien spent many long days and nights cultivating his magical knowledge and abilities. Given his true lineage being tied to mages, the enigma of magic was not only captivating to the young apprentice, but he vastly excelled at it. In just a short period of time the Mages had begun to allow Lucien to shadow their work; even including him in their more “abhorrent” tasks, before he ever began to enter his teen years. His natural talent and relentless curiosity brought Lucien many opportunities within The Association, exposing him to their various practices and methods; many of which were inhumane. By age eleven, Lucien performed his very first interrogation for The Association.
  
  A young man who worked for the empire in developing early magitek prototypes had been captured by the Mages in hopes that they could obtain information and gain insight into the operations of the empire through rigorous and barbaric means of torture. Lucien was assigned with conducting both the interrogation, as well as the torture process; all as a form of “right-of-passage”. Being quite astute and academic by nature, Lucien was meticulous in his selection and application of “tools”. He understood tendencies, read micro-expressions, and deduced information at an immensely high level. He picked up on subtext in conversation quickly, and so he generally could understand the logic and reasoning behind a man’s words despite not objectively knowing their thoughts and intentions. This inevitably resulted in Lucien being an extremely effective torturer. His mind was both creative and expressive, and so he came up with many novel and eccentric techniques that disturbed even the most heartless of the Mages. During the entire process of dismantling the young imperial, Lucien gradually became obsessed with the concept of magitek; as the information he had learned from the soon dead man intrigued him. The thirst for further knowledge and exploration of the theoretical lead for Lucien to privately pursue research into magitek and its possibilities. Eventually, by his mid-teenage years, The Association had found his work and branded him as a heretic. Lucien then went into hiding, knowing full well what became of those who were in enmity with The Association. It was then that the Wraith family had found him hungry, alone, and homeless within the Industrial District.
  
  The mother of the Wraith family had taken pity on the now late teenage Lucien, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes and his somewhat boney body structure; indicative of a lack of nutrition. She had initially set out to shop for supplies with her daughters, when she came across a very sickly and disoriented Lucien. With the mother no longer having the ability to have children, alongside her secret desire in always wanting a son, Lucien was taken home and later adopted into the Wraith family. The Wraith family was once widely known for their work as an apothecary, and the father had begun developing prosthetics powered by magitek; an endeavor that was funded by the empire. Wanting to find a place for him within the family, the mother trained Lucien for several years in alchemy; teaching him how to scavenge for his own ingredients and assisting him in perfecting his skills for both the preparation as well as creation of a variety of concoctions. While learning the medicinal trade was interesting enough to Lucien, his true enthusiasm lay in the father’s work in prosthetics. It was an early form of body augmentation, and it attempted to mesh simple mechanical engineering with magitek; which was a subject Lucien was still curious as ever in. He spent many days at the side of his adoptive father, and deconstructed most of his projects while the man was not around; learning the inner workings and how they interacted, before learning how to reconstruct the items.
  
  As he entered young adulthood, the mother introduced Lucien into the truth behind the Wraith family’s reputation as a healer: the Wraith family used the power of their guardian, Lilith, to assist in their day to day appointments. Lilith’s power granted them the ability to nullify the effects of magic, so long as they made physical contact with it or the one affected by it. This made it significantly easier for the Wraith family to perform surgery or apply their medicine; as they could temporarily remove any pain or other effects of illnesses caused by magic. Doing so gave them enough time to have their solutions take effect, giving the public the illusion that their medicine was far more potent and effective than it was. However, it was tradition for the family to have the guardian along with her power to be passed down to the eldest daughter; as the family was a matriarchy centered around Lilith’s “mother-esque” appearance and personality. This was the reason behind the Wraith women running the alchemical and medical side of the business, while the father contributed with his production of prosthetics.
  
  Lucien had recognized the capabilities of the guardian power, and soon became obsessed with it. He would attentively study its application each time his adoptive mother would use it; documenting any limitations as well as its alternative uses. He also continued research at his adoptive father’s side, absorbing everything about magitek as much as he could given the limited amount of resources and the extent of the father’s marginal knowledge. However, in ironic fashion, his adoptive father had become gravely ill; far beyond any method of magical healing or treatment. Eventually, the father passed on, leaving his entire work and assets to Lucien.
  
  After several more years had gone by, Lucien decided to finally take action in his mid-twenties. He had prepared for it. Waited for it. Dreamt about it. He had no attachment to any of them, he only entertained the role of a son for as long as it benefited him. That time had ended, and the time to move was now. Lucien gathered his things together and waited until late in the night to put his plan in motion. With one of the father’s tools in hand, Lucien went to each family member’s door, one by one, and slit their throats. He killed the sisters, the cousins, the aunts, and even the servants they had. As he made his way down to the last door, the mother was disturbed from her sleep, and sat up to a bloodied Lucien standing in front of her bedroom door. Screams soon echoed throughout the Wraith mansion as Lucien took his time, taking great pleasure in giving her a slow, painful, torturing death. He stood up, hair matted and clothes tainted in thick layers of blood, smiling by the windows and under the moonlight. Everything… was now his. By legal status, he was the sole surviving heir to the Wraith family, entitled to their small fortune, as well as his ultimate sought after prize: Lilith, the Wraith’s guardian. Moving swiftly, Lucien used all the numerous tools his adoptive father had left him to dismember each body so that the burial process would be more efficient. When he finally got to his adoptive mother’s body, he froze to ponder for a brief moment. Then, he began ripping her apart, before removing one of her femurs and stowing it away. Once the cleanup process was complete, Lucien burned down the mansion and never looked back. News spread quickly of the sudden demise of the Wraith family, and rumors began to fester as to the cause of their deaths. With limited knowledge and information, the speculations became more and more diluted; until any small fraction of truth was entirely diminished. The general consensus that the public decided on was that the Wraith family had wrought the ire of powerful people, and were abruptly assassinated.
  
  Becoming the sole author of his own story, Lucien carried out the second phase of his plan. He had retained the last name Wraith, but legally changed his name to Alastor; fitting of the man he truly was. Years have flown by since the incident, and the Industrial District made no effort in retaining any memory of the Wraith family whatsoever. Not a single individual in society was aware of their existence, and there were no records of any of their achievements in early developments of medicine and magitek prosthetics. The Wraith family name was completely wiped out; a clean slate for Alastor to toy with. Using the funds and other assets he had stowed away during the first phase of his plan, Alastor Wraith began building his small entrepreneurial empire within the Industrial District. He founded WraithWorks, Incorporated, where he conducts both his legal and illegal activities. He quickly secured a monopoly within the Industrial District, offering his name brand of everyday items to the public. Thanks to the research from both his adoptive father and himself, Alastor was able to create many conveniences used for quality of life. He began the process of modernizing magitek prosthetics, and used his knowledge in magitek to create name brand household items. He also retained the family tradition of creating affordable medicines, using the alchemy skills his adoptive mother had taught him.
  
  Deep in the Industrial District, unbeknownst to virtually everyone in Kaien, lives the only remaining heir to a forgotten family. Hidden away and underneath the main floor of WraithWorks’ shop, is an extraordinarily twisted man and researcher of dark arts. Developing new drugs and body augmentations to be sold in the black market, Alastor indirectly floods the streets with chaos and crime. His ultimate goals? Not even Alastor knows. However, he uses his funds for the furthering of his research and the acquisition of both magical and technological assets, as well as buying humans from traffickers to use as guinea pigs for testing new torture and interragtion techniques.
  
  Now possessing the guardian power and a modest wealth, Alastor the mage researcher and serial killer roams the streets of the Industrial District, armed with a dagger he had fashioned from his adoptive mother’s femur bone and continually listening to the sweet and soft whispers of Lilith as she speaks to him. Guiding him. Reaching out to him. Trying to find the Lucien, the Light, that was once inside the now very dark, dark man.
  

  Abilities

  Guardian Power

  Negation
  
  Negation is Lilith’s power bestowed to Alastor, which nullifies any magic or guardian power so long as the user of Negation makes physical contact with it. In most cases, this requires that the one using Negation has to physically touch the person using the opposing magic or guardian power in order to cancel it.
  However, if a spell or guardian power creates a tangible force, the user of negation can also touch said tangible force; as it is an extension of that user’s self/guardian. There are no offensive properties however, so unless the user can attack by other means, this ability is considered to be a lesser guardian power; and purely defensive by nature.
  

  Mage Associate

  Magical Prowess
  
  Alastor is also a magic prodigy and has a keen innate magic ability. Given his experience in both research and experimentation during his time in the Mage’s Association, Alastor can use a variety of advanced spells; and generally, has no issue in delving into grimoires to increase his knowledge. He is also proficient in alchemy and keeps a few tubes of various concoctions in the inside of his suit jacket that he can use during combat. Being born into The Mage's Association, Alastor also has his own unique innate spell; however, he has yet to unlock it and learn of its power.
• Extras

  “Without the dark there isn’t light. Without the pain there is no relief.”

  Relic Weapon

  A dagger made from his adoptive mother’s femur. It’s tough and rigid, yet smooth and has been meticulously sharpened. The dagger maintains a light marble coloration, and Alastor used leather strips that he wrapped around to form a more ergonomic and practical grip.

  Voice

  
  (Note: Start the video at 0:18)

  Theme Music

  Additional Information

  Alastor is a classically trained pianist and violinist, and enjoys creating music in his spare time. He also is oddly affectionate towards cats, and has a slight obsession with finding only the most premium pulls of espresso everywhere. It's almost as if he still has a level of humanity or something. A bit off-putting, right?

  Dislikes

  His dead family.

code by Nano

 

[Longhead]

“König is my business. None of this belongs to you, my family built this!”
“Everything in this world belongs to me.”
“...You don’t even know how to pay for a cup of coffee.”​

• Basic
• Abilities
• Siegfried

• 
  Full Name: Siegfried König
  Nickname(s): Mr. König
  Affiliation: König Corp. / Kaiser
  Rank: Patriarch / C.E.O.
  
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Asexual
  Romantic Orientation: Aromantic
  Age: 57
  Height: 6’8
  Weight: ~360lbs/~163kg
  Body Modifications:
  Faceclaim / Artist Credit: Goldlewis Dickinson (Guilty Gear -Strive-)
  
  

  
  
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• 
  
  
  
  
  Guardian Name: Jeanne Beaune Jacque
  Monikers: The Lich King / One Cursed with Undeath / Bonesy
  Abilities:
  
  The King’s Vessel
  Siegfried’s body as well as his mind are shared by Jeanne. Control of the body is voluntarily handed off between the two of them. Physically, this is denoted by Siegfried’s pupils changing color and faintly glowing gold.
  
  
  Magic Tax:​
  Jeanne’s tax on magic makes it so Siegfried cannot use any magic aside from the powers given to him by Jeanne unless Jeanne is in control of Siegfried’s body. Siegfried can only use select, weakened versions of Jeanne’s abilities.
  
  Royal “Suggestion” (Passive)
  One of the abilities Siegfried can use while he’s in control, his words are incredibly compelling, often making those unaware of this ability take commands from him whilst thinking it’s their own idea. Simple commands like sit, or stop work best. The longer the instructions are and the more frequent they are, the less effective it becomes. With enough mental fortitude or simply awareness, anyone can resist. This cannot be used if Jeanne is in control.
  
  King’s Wrath
  Siegfried can summon pieces of Jeanne’s true form, which takes the form of a giant skeleton, his crown merged with his head. One of Jeanne’s hands is large enough to completely wrap around and hold most people. It’s maximum range is 10 feet/~3 meters. It becomes stronger when Jeanne is in control. Strain is dependent on the extent of use. Using it to open a door can be done 100 times, whereas punching through a wall may be only done once, for example. Excessive force causes pain in the area that most closely resembles the piece summoned.
  
  King’s Will
  Siegfried can make contracts with people in which their body will never die naturally and their spirit is bound to Jeanne. In return for longevity, the contractee effectively becomes a servant that cannot disobey Royal Suggestions. A contract is made through shaking Siegfried’s right hand while verbally agreeing to sign. The terms of the condition being made clear isn’t necessary. Siegfried can relieve people from the contract, though if their body is at a point where it cannot function without the contract, they will die. The effects change if Jeanne is in control. Siegfried can only have three people under its effects at a time.
  
  —
  
  Swap
  When Jeanne and Siegfried switch places, their abilities become stronger and he can use a little bit of magic. While the abilities are stronger, the strain is much greater. Iseult also changes to a scythe made of bone. Jeanne is slightly more physically capable than Siegfried.
  
  Tyranny (Passive)
  Siegfried’s Royal Suggestions turn into Jeanne’s Tyranny. Tyranny only works within a handshake’s distance, and only works with single word commands, though this time if the target fails to resist, it feels more like their body goes against their mind; it no longer feels like it’s their idea, more like being physically forced to comply. Somewhat harder to resist, even with awareness.
  
  Tyrant’s Visage
  Siegfried’s King’s Wrath becomes a lot faster and stronger than normal, and the range is doubled.
  
  Shackles
  King’s Will turns into Shackles. When a contract is made with Jeanne, the one who signs on is granted a boon if they don’t have one already. While Siegfried can have three, Jeanne can have two extra, though the effects of assignment only work on the other two while Jeanne is in control.
  
  Royal Guard
  Jeanne can summon those he granted boons to his side if they're within a mile of his location even if they’re no longer under King’s Will’s effects. Inversely, he can also transport himself to them, and may even completely swap places.
  
  
  The Tyrant’s Bishops:​
  When Jeanne is in control of Siegfried’s body, he is able to summon the Tyrant’s Bishops. In this state, those granted with boons by Jeanne gain temporary strength and speed but lose all agency and humanity. Their only purpose in this state is to seek out blood and kill. Their eyes turn fully black and their limbs will extend to an unnatural length.
  
  Rebirth
  Jeanne can assume his true form, a skeleton (see image) that is 12 feet tall for fifteen minutes. Iseult matches his size. During this, Siegfried’s consciousness is crushed and he cannot switch back in. Afterwards, Siegfried’s body is a living skeleton under Jeanne’s control until his skin reforms. Siegfried appears slightly younger after he reforms.
  
  Pacify
  Not one of Jeanne’s abilities, but more just standard magic. His left hand will glow green, and whoever he touches, for a time, will feel no pain nor wrath and will relax.
  
  Weapon of Choice:
  Iseult: Iseult is a misshapen, jagged, curved, short knife made of bone. When Iseult inflicts wounds, the target feels no typical pain. Instead, it’s replaced by a freezing sensation that spreads out from the wound. Can take the form of a pen, though it doesn’t write. Those cut won’t be able to use any magic bar the abilities given to them by their ward (if applicable) for a time that’s dependent on how egregious the wound is.
  Scarred Maiden (Scythe)
  The true form of Iseult. Similar effects to Iseult, though it absorbs whatever blood it touches and if swung while at max capacity, releases a crescent blade made of blood as a projectile. Fast, though doesn’t particularly cut very well; it’s more of a blunt projectile. It should be noted that those struck will be able to use magic still, but the abilities offered by their ward will be restricted for a time depending on how bad the wound is. In pen form, it can use absorbed blood as ink.
  
  Equipment:
  One Eyed Glasses: An enchanted pair of glasses that give Siegfried a boost in strength and a little extra durability. One lens is covered by a black square with a kiss mark on it.
• 
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  History: Siegfried König has, for his entire life, never had to struggle or work for very much. The König family had accrued so much wealth that Siegfried could have anything he wanted. One would think that this kind of lifestyle — one of never being told “no” — would produce a spoiled, rotten man as they matured, however, Siegfried was quite the opposite. He never once flaunted or bragged. He didn’t dress incredibly lavishly, overall preferring not to indulge in his family’s money to the fullest extent he was capable of.
  
  
  “To be honest, this world is a mess. I could imagine those less fortunate than I am have led far harder lives than I could even fathom. In a place this…charmless, the least I can do is use my resources to make it just a little bit better for everyone else.”
  “However, there’s still more money to be made, of course.”​
  
  Siegfried was the only child, of an only child, of an only child. Needless to say, there was no one else who could inherit the company. There was very little choice to make, yet still, there was an incredible amount of pressure placed upon him. While his father succumbed to his age, Siegfried fell into a depression that he never quite came out of. Not only was he about to lose his father, but becoming the Chief Executive of König (and the next ward to Jeanne Beaune Jacque) meant that he had no time at all to do anything else. Admittedly, he had very few passions, but in his adulthood he had no time to look for any.
  
  While he never quite bounced back from the stress of running König Korp, he did find that offering affordable, dependable goods to people made him feel a lot better. Based on that realization, he began to practice philanthropy whenever he could. When he finally found time to do something that he actually enjoyed, he also wound up buying a guitar, and taught himself to play in his free time, though he’s had it for 3 years and still isn’t very good at it.
  
  Company History: König Corporation, sometimes spelled shortened as König Korp., is an organization that has had a hand in basically every market for decades, not specializing in one specific product, but rather making everything, including weapons, clothes, food brands, vehicles, machinery, and even offers services like insurance and health care . Since they’ve never specialized, nothing they’ve ever made has been especially high-quality, but rather slightly above what most would consider “solid.” König supermarts are incredibly common, and as most would expect, sell mostly everything, though there are König stores that sell only one kind of product. König Corporation has been passed down and inherited to the sons of the family for as long as it’s been established. With each new generation of shareholders, a tradition of safe work environments, excellent customer service and fair wages has been maintained perfectly and even improves every now and then.
  
  König is known to partner with other businesses from time to time as well. König promises a certain amount of money to potential partners that’s valid for a four year term. The promised money can come in the form of raw materials, workers, products, or simply hard cash. The amount of money promised is usually negotiable. In return, König will reap a certain percentage of profit from the other company depending on how much money is promised, regardless of how much of it was actually spent by the end of the term. Overall, König Corporation has always maintained an incredibly good reputation.
  
  Kaiser, on the other hand, is not nearly as long-lived as König is. Established not by a member of the König family, but rather their guardian, Kaiser sells products that normally wouldn’t be on the market legally. Kaiser, by the public, is known as a notorious crime syndicate. The personnel that work for Kaiser typically all have criminal records. In exchange for their labor, König has secretly kept them out of prison. It should be noted that very, very few that work for Kaiser are aware that their boss is Siegfried, and so if they’re ever caught, most cases would deem that it’s not traced back to König in any way.
  
  Given the nature of their work, the healthy work culture associated with König is unsurprisingly absent. Their work environments are always unsafe to varying degrees; causes of death or injury range from getting caught in open machinery, being shot, being stabbed, being shot and/or stabbed by other Kaiser personnel, or in most cases, by law enforcement. Similar to König, Kaiser has a hand in almost every illegal market, but works primarily in lower districts.
  
  Personality: Siegfried feels called to serve a greater purpose in life because of his success. He tries to be thoughtful and idealistic, and hopes to have a positive impact on other people and the world around him. He rarely shies away from an opportunity to do the right thing, even when doing so is far from easy. Few things bring him a deeper sense of joy than guiding others to grow into their best selves.
  
  He’s occasionally vocal about his values, and will usually speak up if something strikes him as wrong or unjust. He rarely comes across as brash or pushy. He has somewhat of an ability to pick up on people’s underlying motivations and beliefs, and really he doesn’t even understand how he can come to grasp another person’s mind so quickly. This makes him an excellent communicator. Usually.
  
  His strongest quality, if not his ability to lead by example, is his purity of intent. Generally, he’s motivated by sincerely wishing to do the right thing rather than a desire to have power over other people. Even when he disagrees with someone, he typically searches for a common ground.
  
  Jeanne: Jeanne isn’t necessarily evil, depending on your definition. Selfish and greedy fits the ticket a lot better. His most glaring trait is his perception of himself; that of a god, or a great king. This disposition of his is so potent that he does not hate his enemies, but rather pities them for being unfortunate enough to be “in his way.” Despite there being plenty of evidence the world is not “his,” he’ll still insist that he’s entitled to any item and any service, and he won’t go out of his way to step on people to get it, but if he has to, he absolutely will.
  
  To those who are allied under him, you wouldn't immediately be able to recognize this trait, as he speaks to that group of people as if they are equals, friends almost. Though to everyone else, he can come off as condescending frequently and with mostly impeccable consistency. His typical behavior can be fickle at times. Occasionally he extends kindness to complete strangers, and he never elaborates on why to anyone, though the underlying issue is that being a kind person and a greedy and selfish one don’t particularly mix, resulting in a jarring clash of behaviors that throws most off guard.
  
  Jeanne insists that he’s above being kind to [most] people still.

 

[Saturn_moon]

• Basics
• Abilities
• Personal

• 
  Full Name: Imogen Dubois
  Nickname(s): The Bishop
  Affiliation: König Corporation / Kaiser
  Rank: Personal Assistant
  
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Demisexual
  Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic
  Age: Appears to be in her early 20s / Actually in her 40s
  Height: 5’5” / 165cm
  Weight: 105lbs / 47kg
  Body Modifications: “If you think about it darling, my entire existence is a modification seeing as I’m supposed to be… well, dead.”
  Face claim / Artist Credit: V (@meran0)
  
  
  ♗​
• 
  Abilities:
  
  Lesser Suggestion and Pacify - Granted a lesser boon by Seigfried, Imogen is able to access some of his powers although to a weaker extent. Like Seigfried, she is able to place her will onto others but only for very simple instructions and only for a couple of seconds. Those strong of mind can easily resist her abilities without even trying.
  
  The Tyrant’s Bishop - When Jeanne is in control of Seigfried’s body, he is able to call upon the Tyrant’s Bishop. Doing so will turn Imogen’s eyes fully black and cause her limbs to extend to an unnatural length. She gains temporary strength and speed but loses all agency and humanity. In this state, her only purpose is to seek out blood and kill.
  
  Rudimentary Magics - Born with a natural inclination for magic, Imogen had begun dabbling in the art from a young age. However, after her death, her magical abilities seem to have diminished considerably and she is now limited to what many would call parlor tricks.
  
  Weapon of Choice:
  Twin moon sickles - Imogen carries a pair of moon sickles that hang from a belt at her waist. There is nothing special about them although she ensures that they are kept wickedly sharp and clean.
  
  Equipment:
  Jeanne Ragdoll - A roughly sewn ragdoll with the likeness of Jeanne. She puppets and talks to the doll occasionally.
  
  
  ♗​
• 
  History:
  
  There was chaos all around. How did she get here? What had she been doing? It didn't matter now as she sank into the embrace of something softer than metal, darker than night.
  
  Her heart slows, winding down like a music box, a season at its end.
  A warm hand slips into hers.
  The last breath passes her lips accompanied by a murmur. And then, at last, silence…
  
  Cold air rushes into her lungs and she awakes gasping as she reacquaint herself with the land of the living. She finds herself on the ground staring up at the face of a very concerned Seigfried. Everything hurts like hell but she’s still somehow kicking.
  
  As a young girl, Imogen lived a mundane and simple life with her father in the lower district of the 757th. Like many others, they made do with what they had and got by. Her mother had passed early due to sickness but her father always did what he could to ensure that they had a shelter over their heads and food on the table. He worked as a line worker in one of the König Factories until a mysterious incident that resulted in him sustaining a fatal injury. Inquiries into the incident set her on a confusing path of events which led to her discovery of a connection between König Corporation and Kaiser.
  
  Imogen doesn’t quite remember the moments leading up to her death and years of pestering Seigfried has done little to quell her curiosity. His answers have always been vague and dismissive, assuring her that all that matters is that she is still alive. Even if her skin is pale and cold to the touch, her heart beats so slowly one might not even catch it, and she hasn’t aged a day in over 20 years.
  
  
  “I exist in the in-between. Not entirely alive, but not entirely dead… and it’s rather exciting, don’t you think?”​
  
  Since awakening on that factory floor, she has served at Seigfried’s side, bound together by invisible threads. Imogen doesn’t mind. Siegfried has mostly been good to her. Jeanne on the other hand, well, you’ll see.
  
  Personality:
  
  
  “If we can’t find joy in this shithole then there really isn’t any point in looking for something better because everywhere has its own brand of bullshit.”​
  
  In stark contrast to her ghoulish appearance, Imogen is rather cheerful, personable, and easy going. That said, she has quite a fatalistic view on life, believing all things are the way they are. For this reason, she always tries to find joy in the simplest of things. She is immensely empathetic and senses the feelings of those around her very strongly. She dislikes this about herself as it makes her job very challenging.
  
  Imogen doesn’t seem aware that her presence can be unsettling to many and gets offended when people judge her based on appearances.
  
  
  ♗​

 

[Xanto]

• Personal
• Appearance
• Psychological
• Abilities

• Full Name: Zenjiro Arashikage
  
  Nickname(s): Havoc, Prince of the Underground, Zen
  
  Affiliation: Arashikage Distilleries
  
  Pioneering the industry with its premier signature liquors, liqueurs, wines, and beers, Arashikage Distilleries hosts the city's most bustling hotspots with pub-esque bars and high-class wineries fit for any market without falling out of place. The chain of bars has become essential in housing the company's brands and checkmating the monopolized industry. On the surface, Arashikage is fuel for the many. Underground, is where the fuel burns. Arashikage capitalizes on vices to continue refining their operational processes. Marketing never seems to miss, and the selection of traditional to avant-garde beverages continues on. All of which roots from the company's success in giving back to the community with accessible entertainment. Gambling dens for every class bracket offer a sense of community and incomparable adrenaline. These dens located throughout the region often provide multifunctional welcoming entryways to the true heart of Arashikage entertainment . . underground fighting. Here, lies a new empire where the city's top and upcoming fighters flex their multiple aptitudes in combat. Special abilities are welcomed.​
  
  Rank: Patriarch (Parent)
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic
  
  Age: 27
  
• Height: 6'0"
  
  Weight: 181 lbs
  
  Body Modifications: N/A
• Personality:
  Displaying high-quality indifference with marbled traces of spontaneity, this smooth professional wears a serious gaze that cracks with a warm smile at unpredictable moments. He's clever. Zenjiro is confident in his ways, accomplishing wildly outrageous feats with seeming simplicity. He's also daring. . . yeah. Anyway, this guy is oblivious about most people's thoughts about him, while being a lowkey skeptical. Last but not least, Zen thrives off of freedom and power. Put any reins on him and he'll-.
  
  History:
  Heir to the underground empire, Zenjiro Arashikage had his early beginning as a solo successor groomed to take on his family's mantle in the commercial industry. Arashikage's wineries, distilleries, and bars with roots centuries into the past remained on their steady incline throughout the region whence his father, Hiro Arashikage, took over his grandmother's alcoholic beverage legacy. However, consistency soon changed with an unnatural flick of a switch. Upon the grander scope of Kaien's time, only recently did Arashikage's multitude of bars and business assets boom as if Hiro had stumbled upon a newfound vigor for life. Hiro Arashikage, the reigning lead of what was once a mediocre line of bars, grew the chain into a superpower. All with his right hand business partner . . his wife. Bar after winery launched under the couple's leadership, and their young boy's energy only drove them through. Aiko was the neck turning her husband's head in the right direction. She paved the way, truly making their business what it is today.
  
  However, with success came envy. The trio's grace soon fell after Aiko's assassination, enveloping both father and son in profound darkness. What followed next was vengeance in the form of illegal power. Gambling dens formed under the Arashikage name, and soon underground fights found their home.
  
  Zenjiro Arashikage developed prestigious levels of business intellect and smooth drink crafting by the age of 18. His natural drive for state of the art developments and process improvements continued refining Arashikage's chain of distilleries, keeping them at the cutting edge of their industry. With gambling dens and underground fights on the rise, the Prince of the Underground built his own empire from the solid foundation vengeance laid. Though, his title was roughly earned.
  
  Zen was directly introduced to underground fighting as a contestant under his father's order. The initial round was disparaging. Though, the upcoming heir eventually bled his way through after enough daily abuse. Round after round Zenjiro championed his way upward as the true prince of their domain, rightfully earning his role at the age of 20.
  
  Patriarchy under his father's reign laid at its final step when the old man fell sick. In due time, Zenjiro succeeded his role after the ill Hiro migrated into isolation. Arashikage Distilleries was his family's legacy, finding its origin many years prior. These gambling dens and underground matches were all his. Zenjiro was swift to take both sides under his charge. Now the entirety of distilleries, bars, wineries, gambling dens, and underground arenas are all in his hands.
  
  
• 
  Guardian name: Fortis Navitas
  
  Abilities:
  Natural Energy Manipulation: The power to manipulate the flow of latent energy present in the physical body. Zenjiro can gain superhuman capabilities, and use them in cases of extreme combat. Some examples include physically manifesting his inner strength, and unleashing it to the fullest extent through sheer force of will. Chi manipulation creates extraordinary strength and durability, enabling the use of energy blasts, hyper-awareness, occasional bulletproof durability, and limited cutting immunity. Zenjiro is partially immune to conventional gunfire and blade damage only if chi is intentionally manipulated for deflection in area of contact. He can focus chi into parts of his body for enhanced attacks. In different cases, he can empower his chi by channeling the energy through using the natural energy of the planet or cosmos..
  
  Dimension Shifting: Zenjiro can create, shape, and manipulate the physical dimensions of himself or other people, beginning with the physical 0-D, 1-D, 2-D, 3-D, and 4-D. This makes them difficult to catch or confine. Advanced uses include manipulation and linking to alternate dimensions to achieve a variety of feats, such as dimension shifting and pocket dimension creation. Dimension Shifting involves changing target's existence through the physical dimensions of the present world.
  
  • 4-dimensional: Target has an extra physical dimension to move through. As a result, they cannot be bound by three dimensional objects just as a 3d being cannot be bound by a 2d object. The target is undetectable by any means when not within our three dimensional space, may have alter how three dimensional beings perceive them.
  • 3-dimensional: Target is no different than a non-user. They are not flat and are still bound to the usual three dimensions.
  • 2-dimensional: Target becomes completely flat. Target's sides are incredibly sharp and can cause severe "paper-cuts." Subjects can fit through virtually any space.
  • 1-dimensional: Subject becomes a thin, nearly invisible line. Subjects could be very flexible, and easily avoid attacks.
  • 0-dimensional: Subject becomes a spec of matter of infinitesimal size. Without Micro Vision, they are completely invisible and even so may still be indistinguishable from any other subatomic particle.
  
  Weapon of Choice:
  Dual Linking Katanas: Twin katanas capable of attaching at the handles to form a dual-bladed masterpiece.
  
  Equipment:
  Relic: A pen he calls Chalk
  The pen enhances Zenjiro's dimensional shifting abilities by letting him draw inanimate objects/concepts to life, animating them to act/move on their own accord. Though capable of operating purely independent of his control, they can still function as extensions of his will. This allows him to potentially be able to command, control, and otherwise influence his drawings to varying degrees. Limitations include drawing to scale, and crafting errors.
  

 

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• SYDNEY SONIDO

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  “You know I came to make you slide from left to right,
  Just know that y’all better dance.
  I got too much on the line, too much on mind,
  too much ain’t enough for my plans.
  Sonido don’t pay me to play it,
  they don't even pay me to play it again and again...”​

  
  
  
  Full Name: Sydney Sonido
  Nickname(s): Sid
  Affiliation: Sonido
  Rank: Patriarch
  
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Asexual
  Romantic Orientation: Aromantic
  Age: 20
  Height: 5’8
  Weight: ~175lbs/~79kg
  Body Modifications: –
  Faceclaim / Artist Credit: Leo Valdez from the Percy Jackson books.
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Guardian Name: John
  Monikers: Faceless Screamer, Defeaner.
  Abilities:
  
  Showtime: Sydney can’t use any of his abilities (aside from High Voltage to a marginal extent) unless he takes the form of his guardian.
  

  Amp: Sydney can reach incredibly high pitches and deafeningly loud volumes with just his voice alone, but as an extension of this, he can amplify the noises of anything he touches just as much.​

  High Voltage: Sydney can produce lethal amounts of electricity through his skin, which is required for most of his abilities. There’s a direct correlation between the output of this ability and the maximum volume of Amp. To an extent, Sydney needs to gradually raise his voltage levels or else he’ll “short out,” and be unable to use High Voltage for a few minutes. ​

  Interference: While he’s obviously incredibly resistant to being harmed by electricity, any outside sources can drastically change how much power he’s putting out and cause him to short out.​

  Stiff: When Sydney first transforms, he’s not very mobile until he can get his body warmed up. After that’s done, he’s able to use his tendrils to move around space quite freely, becoming incredibly mobile. Durability wise, he’s quite fragile.​

  
  Groove (Passive): Depending on what note (or the root of the chord, if applicable) Sydney plays, he can produce different effects to those who can hear it. Flats/sharps have no effect. Works best with instruments, though they’re not required.
  

  X (Mute): Playing a mute note will slow down the momentum of a traveling object. Playing a mute across multiple strings strengthens the effect. Requires an instrument with strings.​

  <X> (Harmonic):Playing harmonics has a healing effect that grows stronger the more played in a row. It can also cure natural poisons and has a sobering effect on those who are under the influence.​

  A: “A,” when played, will propel a target forward (forward being relative to the target) with force similar to a hard shove. Chords produce a stronger effect. Holding the note will make it harder for the target to move any other way than forward (Applies to other notes as well).​

  B: “B,” when played, will propel a target backwards. Chords have a stronger effect.​

  C: “C,” when played, will propel a target to the left. Chords have a stronger effect.​

  D: “D,” when played, will propel a target to the right. Chords have a stronger effect.​

  E: “E,” when played, will propel a target upwards with a similar force to the target jumping. Chords have a stronger effect.​

  F: “F”, when played, will propel a target downwards. Chords have a stronger effect.​

  G: “G,” when played, will spin the target clockwise. Chords have a stronger effect.​

  sus: Sus chords, regardless of a root, will slow down the motion of a target by half. Suspended chords’ effects are gradual, and need to be held for three seconds to reach full effect.​

  Bend: Bending the strings while playing will slightly alter the angle of propulsion depending on how far the string is bent.​

  Slide: Sliding from one note to another will gradually change the direction of propulsion depending on which notes are involved.​

  Distortion: When Sydney is properly warmed up, he can boost High Voltage to maximum output. This drastically changes the sound of string instruments, making the sound a lot fuzzier and harsh, and allows him to even further raise the volume. The effects of playing notes are strengthened to the point where most notes will launch people off of their feet.​

  ShReD: When Distortion is active, Sydney can solo. While soloing, notes played will not have any effect, however, when Sydney finishes the solo, a devastating lightning-infused shockwave centered around Sydney will be released that pushes everything away. The longer the solo, the stronger the effect. Afterwards, High Voltage cannot be used until Sydney rests.​

  Snap: If a string breaks, a lot of magical energy is discharged that harms both Sydney and those close by. If all strings break, see Meltdown.​

  
  
  Meltdown: If an instrument that Sydney is playing, or planning to play becomes unplayable in some fashion, he will go completely mute, however, his physical abilities and senses are enhanced greatly, especially his grip strength; however, he will enter a blind rage.
  
  Standards (Passive): Notes played in succession must at least sound pleasing to Sydney’s ears for them to have any effect.
  
  Warmup (Passive): The longer Sydney plays, he progressively becomes louder and faster.
  
  Weapon of Choice:
  Whistle (Enchanted): Capable of reaching a pitch even Sydney cannot, and more importantly, one most humans cannot hear, it can only be used once a day. Those in earshot will completely forget what they were presently doing.
  

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  Equipment:
  The Stratocaster (Relic): The signature guitar model unique to Sonido’s brand, it is lightweight and easy to carry, and even easier to play compared to other brands. This one was specifically made for the Sonido family’s wards; it’s built to handle a ward’s maximum output and then some.
  Guitar Pick: Because fingerstyle is hard.
  Guitar Case: An incredibly powerful enchanted item made to handle the task of carrying instruments. /s
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  History:
  
  While Sydney absolutely has the musical talent that his family has always had, his temperament is far, far different, and it shows even in his music; his music is also pretty defining of his character. He’s always been a performer. He took great joy in making music that people could move to from a young age, though a trait that he never quite grew out of was that he became incredibly irritated when people didn’t enjoy the things he played. It didn’t matter what instrument he was playing — bass, guitar, piano, drums — if you didn’t move to it, Sydney became wrathful. His outbursts were incredibly rare, however. Due to his versatility, he could usually pull out something that someone enjoyed.
  
  When he was fourteen, he started performing with a band as their lead guitarist, but frequently filled in other roles as he needed to. Having Sydney in their band became a selling point since Sonido’s brand was so large. The band, after taking on Sydney, changed their name to the Sonido Experience, and explicitly played equipment made by Sonido secured by Sydney himself. They were basically a walking advertisement, and their rising popularity helped the company as well. The Sonido Experience’s peak was a lot lower than what most people expected, however.
  
  Their debut self-titled album was their most popular, and even to the present day has multiple songs that are still played on repeat, but unfortunately it was also their last. Not long after Sydney joined, his father had been involved in an unfortunate auto-wreck that left him in critical, and on top of that, worsening condition. Sydney visited him often, keeping him company, chatting, and playing songs for him as much as he could manage while also keeping up with his other responsibilities.
  
  It wasn’t very long after Sydney had inherited the Faceless Screamer that his father’s condition proved to be too much for him, and he became unresponsive to most forms of stimuli. Sydney tried to play for his father, but he wouldn’t acknowledge him. This is where Sydney’s wrathful behavior began to show out again. Rather than accept that his father was dying, he placed his hand on his body and used his guardian’s ability to induce muscle spasms in his father, but he found that he couldn’t do this and play at the same time.
  
  Instead, he opted to use Faceless Screamer’s anatomy to not only make his father “dance,” but to play as well. While most would call it the worst part, Sydney would say the best part about this scene was how much he enjoyed it, even after his abilities proved to be too much for his weak father and killed him, he continued to make his body twitch and jump for another two minutes and forty three seconds — until he finished the song. His rationale? He wanted to give his father a good show before he passed.
  
  It’s widely believed that his father, Hoss Sonido, passed peacefully while listening to his son play in his hospitable room because that’s what Sydney told everyone. While the act was justified to Sydney himself, it didn’t curb any of his anger towards his father; he had to make him dance after all. It became a little bit of a habit for him. During one of Sonido Experience’s shows, Sydney was meant to solo to wrap up the set. During the solo, one of his strings on his Stratocaster snapped, and discharged a lot of energy that killed six people, some of which were band members, and injured a few more in the crowd.
  
  Despite the accident, which most passed off as some kind of malfunction after the fact, Sydney got back up and insisted on “finishing the show.” When he began to play again, missing his B string, of course no one in the crowd was in the right headspace to enjoy it. Again, Sydney became angry, and leapt off stage into the crowd to even further make himself the center of attention. Everyone gave him a wide breadth while he played, still recovering from the earlier discharge, and when no one cheered, clapped or danced, Sydney transformed and grabbed the nearest person and began to electrocute them, using them as an example as for what everyone should have been doing. Sydney was arrested, though later bailed out. The courts were paid off by Sonido, and they also did everything they could to cover up the unfortunate show accident.
  
  Despite the consequences of his actions, Sydney never saw anything wrong with what he’d done. “When you hear music, you dance. Isn’t that the normal response? There has to be something wrong with you if you don’t move with the groove.” That was the end of Sonido Experience’s run. Afterwards, Sydney didn’t even want to be held down by running a company himself, and instead entrusted it to a board of directors that handled everything for him. He became more of a shareholder than anything. His obsession with making people dance still persists to this day, though he uses a different colored guitar and swears that when he takes the form of his guardian that it’s “just a costume” to conceal his identity.
  
  Personality: Sydney, outside of his most defining traits, is a pretty standard entertainer. If anyone’s gonna randomly burst out into song and dance, it’s Sydney. He often gets caught up in the excitement of the moment and wants everyone else around him to feel the same way he does. He loves to soak up attention whenever he can get it, and if he’s out with a group of people, he loves to make the outing feel like a party. Nothing brings him greater joy than entertaining.
  
  One of Sydney’s most immediate flaws is that he focuses too much on immediate pleasures and often neglects his more significant duties to make such luxuries possible. Complex analysis, repetitive tasks and lining statistics up with consequences isn’t easy for him. He’d rather rely on luck and opportunity, or simply ask for help from someone else; something he’s not afraid to do to almost a shameless level. His social skills are incredibly fine, though his violent reaction to criticism is usually what pushes people away.
  
  “The world is meant to be felt and experienced, and it’s tangibilities and changes are meant to be appreciated.” Is something Sydney would say, often in different ways. He’s not known to hold back in the slightest, and his comfort zone is so large that most would say he can leap into anything without the slightest bit of anxiety. This is somewhat of a hobby for him. If he’s bored, he’ll find a way to entertain himself, which usually involves trying something new.
  
  “I DON’T STOP ‘TIL THE PARTY DOES, AND THE PARTY DON’T STOP ‘TIL I DO! OH YEAHHHHHH!”
  
  John: John is an amplified version of Sydney, in most senses. Even more of a party animal, he quite literally cares for little else than getting the party started and keeping it going. He won’t even communicate with words or actions if he’s not interested in the conversation, rather letting out deafening, high pitched ring-like screeches — as you would expect from one titled “Deafener” — that have very little meaning when translated — if you can translate it, that is. John actually performs a lot better, ability wise, when his ward is intoxicated, and often manifests to join in on festivities if appropriate.
  
  Yes, if appropriate. He appears to have absolutely no morals or standards outside of what he’ll constantly remind is his favorite hobby. If there’s anything else he can appreciate, it’s reading books; it’s the only thing that keeps him quiet and in one spot.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  too scared of changing the code to try and get rid of this
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