Fantasy For King and Country! [CS][OPEN]

[Raku]

OoC - https://www.rpnation.com/threads/for-king-and-country-ooc-open.341896/


Just a few roles that I need full

Military leader for Solaira : Me
Second in command for Solaira : Taken
Military leader for Fuerin : Taken
Second in command for Fuerin : Taken


Supernatural CS
Appearence : Picture and/or decent description
Race : Keep your own races within reason. No 15 foot tall tentacle monsters and stuff like that
Name :
Age : 17+
Gender :
Orientation :
Role :
Personality : 1 good paragraph is all I ask
Why are they fighting? :
History : Again, 1 good paragraph is all I ask for
Fighting skill and style : How good are they and what they fight with.
Other : Other

Human CS
Appearence : Picture and/or decent description
Name :
Age : 17+
Gender :
Orientation :
Role :
Personality : 1 good paragraph
Which side are they on? : Solaira or Fuerin. Solaira is supernatural with some humans.
Why are they fighting :
History : 1 good paragraph
Fighting skill and style : Same as above. If your character is a hunter, do they have any specific supernaturals that they target?
Other :

 

[Raku]

Appearence : Raya, in human form, stands at a solid 6 feet tall and weighs around 205 pounds. He has a very athletic build. His hair color; black as an unlit night sky. His eyes, in human form, are a mix of hazel and green. His skin tone would best be described as well tanned. His face is not the only area on his body that hosts scars, but the few on his face are the most noticable.

Race : Dragon. Though there are dragons out there that do stay in their full form, they do have the ability to alter their appearance to look more or less dragon-like. Of course they can still breathe fire and fly, well, most of them. In Raya's case, when he is in more dragon-like forms his scales are that of the rare, almost extinct with him being the last known one, Black Dragon. When in these dragon-like forms his eyes become slitted and transition to a deep purple color. He usually leads his forces into combat in what he calls his "half dragon form". In this form his hands and feet become more dragon in appearence. Those his legs do become fully scaled and digitagrade, his arms only form scales just past his elbows. Small spikes form on his elbows and his hands keep their human structure, but are covered in scales and sharp claws replace his fingernails. His tail, horns, wings sprout in this form as well. His tail is long and straight up until the end where some more small spikes form. In half dragon his wings are slightly smaller than what they would be in full form. Wingspan is around 11 feet. His horns are about 2.5 feet long in this form and are straight, black, and pointed. At their base they do curve backwards slightly. His height increases to about 6'7 in this form as well, and his weight increases due to more muscle mass forming.

Name : Raya Ignus
Age : 3,762 years (appears early to mid 30's in human years)
Gender : Male
Orientation : Heterosexual
Role : High General of Solaira's military.

Personality : Raya is usually seen as a serious man who barely shows emotion. One of the few emotions he ever shows is anger. His face appears to be set in stone as it never changes from a stern stare. He leads his soldiers with strict orders and if they choose not to follow them, well, let's just say it won't end well for them. Though he may seem distant at times, he is defensive of his soldiers. He fights with a "No man gets left behind" kind of attitude. One of the most confusing part of his personality is his attitude towards humans, non-combatants to be specific. If he was to lead troops in an attack on a town that is suspected to be a hunter stronghold, he would never cause damage to a civilian. If one of his soldiers so much as come close to harm a civilian he will snap on them. This is were his fiery anger is seen the most. Under the hard, thick shell he hates fighting. All he wants is peace, but he's being forced into this, threatened with the execution of his family.

Why are they fighting? : Raya is being forced to fight. The king had threatened him with the execution of his family. The king knew the kind of damage Raya not only has done, but could do. No one but the king's royal guards know of this. He's also been told that telling anyone results in their execution as well.

History : Raya has been around for a long time and and has fought in many battles. After about 20 years of training, he joined his first war when he was 30 years old. This was surprisingly young for a dragon. Back when he actually enjoyed bloody and fiery fights he was known as Raya the Furious. As most things do, that name faded as time went on and he began to lose his enthusiasm for battle. About a hundred years ago he found a red scaled dragon who he would soon call his wife. The two were a perfect couple. Raya stopped fighting almost immediately. Soon enough they had children. This was before tensions rose higher than they ever have, before Solaira and Fuerin existed. For what seemed like forever he raised his family in peace, and then boom.

The new "king of Solaira" had invited him and his family to a dinner at his castle. Raya didn't trust it, but his wife and kids did. They went that night and for a while it was against his suspicions. It wasn't until they were about to leave when the king took his wife and children hostage and threatened them with execution if Raya didn't fight for him. If he wanted to, Raya could have killed everyone in that dining hall, but that would lead to his family being killed. He hesitantly complied with the king's demands.

Not to long ago he was placed at the highest command of Solaira's military. His secondary was a demon named Malori Hughes. She was relatively young, but that meant she must be skilled. Either way she appeared to be a worthy ally in a war he didn't want to fight in. It wasn't long until he was told to take the forces onto the offensive.

Fighting skill and style : With over 3000 years of experience under his belt, Raya is probably the most skilled and versatile fighter in Solaira. On his back lay two sheaths that house two swords. He also carries a knife in a small holster on his leg. Even if he looses are breaks these weapons he can use his claws as weapons. He doesn't wear much for armor. His common battle apparel matches that of a rouge.

Other :

Spoiler: Outfit

Basically, this is what he wears into combat just without the sleeves. The swords are slightly larger and their are full sheaths holding them. Their are two tears in the back between the swords for his wings. His lowers follow the same scheme but are more like shorts due to his legs. There is a hole in his lowers to accommodate for his tail. The scales on his forearms and legs act as a form of armor as well.

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[Abana]

Malori Hughes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 149lbs
Hair Color: Pink in human form, black in demon
Eye Color: Blue in human, Red in demon
Birthmarks: Pattern on her left shoulder blade
Age : 22
Gender : Female
Race : Death Demon/Necromancer
Sexuality : Heterosexual
Role : Second in command of Solaira.
Why are they fighting? : Malori fights because she vowed to kill all the Fuerins. Her family had been butchered in front of her; her younger sisters and mother raped and murdered, her elder brother along with her father gutted then beheaded. None will live when she was done with them.
Fighting skill and style : She fights best hand-to-hand combat. Her weapon is a dagger given to her by her father, a knife that absorbs the soul into the gem in the handle of whoever dies by it. The more souls collected the more powerful she becomes. The gem is blue while dormant and red while in combat.
Personality: Once upon a time, she was a sweet caring motherly type holding a soft spot for children. Over time however, and because of traumatic experiences, she’s grown bitter and cold. She shows warmth and compassion to few. She’s strict and even nagging, often the all work and no play type. She can be volatile and has a sharp tongue. Despite her unpleasantness, she’s educated and has a regal air to her. One of her rules is to follow orders at all times EXCEPT when its the wrong choice. She's stood up to a king and kept her life so she can do it to anyone.
Bio: She grew up to a military family, her father had served Solaira's king along with his father before him and so on. Her brother joined not long after Malori turned 18 and although she was a female, she trained with her brother in hand-to-hand combat often. Her father didn't like it but never stopped her because he would rather she know how to fight than to cower in fear before their enemies. Her father was part of a race of demons known as death demons, they grew stronger with each kill. Her mother was a necromancer, able to resurrect the dead for short periods of time. Malori was the only one out of her siblings to inherit both blood lines, her older brother was a death demon and her 2 younger sisters were necromancers.
The day before her father and brother went out to fight the king's war, he gave her a dagger with a gem embedded in the handle. "Use it only against your enemies, my little demon." It wasn't until a few days after they left that she had to actually use the knife but was too terrified to actually act. Fuerins had stormed in and bashed her head against a wall, she had been dazed and near unconscious as she watched them rape her mother and sisters. After they had finished they had tied her up to a post outside her home, beaten and bloody for her father and brother to come home to. She had been starved for weeks when they finally came home to the trap, her brother Michael had been untying her as their father went inside to find the bodies and the waiting Fuerins. The stabbed their father and beheaded him as he held his dead wife and daughters then Michael as he came running in.
The kings guards came a few days later and brought Malori to the castle. They fed her and helped her heal but her heart was still broken, she had no will to live. The king visited her not long after and told her that vengeance could be hers if she joined his army and could have second in command if she showed him her skills. For if she had her fathers skills as a death demon then she would be unstoppable in her kills. Of course after a few near deaths from the soldiers against her, the king didn't hesitate to put her as second.
She met the First in Command that day, well not really met, they didn't speak merely glanced at each other across the meeting table within the castle. He seemed powerful with his presence but his eyes held hatred like her but it didn't seem like the same hate like hers. Should she put her trust in him and wait and see or keep him at a distance?​

 

[Compass]

Corrine Woods | 35 | ♀
High General of Fuerin's military​

APPEARANCE

If Corrine has any beauty, it could only be described as haunting. She is white as can be, both her long hair and her skin. Her face is narrow and she has high cheekbones, giving an otherwise plain face a refined appearance. She has a small button nose and her white complexion is blemished with pink. Her paleness--sometimes sickly looking--is not her most outstanding feature, however: it is her crimson eyes. Striking not only in color, but in their glaring intensity, they give insight into her strength and resolve. They are hard, complimented by a permanent scowl on her pale, full lips. Beyond complexion, Corrine is above average in other ways: she is rather tall for a woman, standing straight and proud at nearly 178cm / 5'10". Her frame is rather boyish and lean, but strong with hard, toned muscles beneath her conservative dress. Standing still, she may look like stone, but underneath her clothes are some pink scars that speak to her mortality. In casual life, she likes to wear dresses and makeup and perfume like many women. However, in a time of war, she has no time for casualty and is rarely seen away from her soldiers.
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PERSONALITY

Corrine has many of the traits you might expect of a General: stern, decisive, and intelligent. In addition, she is rather intimidating between her strictness and appearance, and her underlings would describe her as all or any of the former. To nobility, she is loyal to her country, trustworthy, and strategic--brave for fighting battles they would never fight personally. Corrine is self aware of these positives, and she strives everyday to live up to them. However, she is less aware when it comes to her faults: cold, petty, sarcastic. She is polite as needed, but anyone she dislikes will be subjugated to a dismissive and curt personality. While she tries not to allow her personal perceptions of other interfere with her business, she cannot always help it, and she may come off as suspicious or mean.

Corrine as a general is powerful and stiff, but as a citizen, she is surprisingly warm. She is still rather serious and seems to lack a sense of humor, but Corrine is receptive to friendliness. She is easily embarrassed whether it's for or by another person, and she is awkward and unsocial. If it's not battle or country affairs, she finds herself stumbling over her words. Certainly, talking to Corrine one on one without her armor defining her rank and duty is like talking to different person entirely: a woman unsure, insecure, and utterly inept in social affairs.

While the beginning of her journey as a soldier may have been frivolous and petty, Corrine has grown a lot. At her core, Corrine is a well meaning person with a strict code of right and wrong. She doesn't always come off as kind or friendly, but she never means an innocent person harm. She is generous and is one of the most likely persons to stop to give change or food to a beggar. Corrine is particularly defensive of other women, but will protect anyone who needs her help. While she knows her place under royalty, she uses her power to its fullest extent to speak and act against what she perceives to be evil. This isn't to say she is a saint, of course, and she is rarely against conquering new land or expanding Fuerin. She is a soldier, after all, and pacifism is not part of her code.
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WHY SHE FIGHTS

Like most of her people, Corrine has no love or understanding for supernaturals. She finds them dangerous, and the growing tensions make them an even more serious threat. It is both her personal and royal duty to protect her country through any means necessary.
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HISTORY

Corrine was born to wealth and nobility. However, she was raised among others--even her own parents--who were very distracted by her unique appearance. As a child, it was difficult to make friends. It wasn't always that children were unkind--that was a dangerous thing to be to a Lord's only daughter. It was moreso that she was always made aware that she looked so different, and her albinism was a source of insecurity for Corrine for a long, long time. When she picked up a bow for the first time, though, people's interest in her wasn't about her red eyes or white skin anymore. People admired her natural talent. Inspired by the praise, Corrine took to training among boys, men, and the occasional other woman as she grew, admired for her prowess. Not ostracized for what was behind her helm.

For a young noble, war was the last thing on her mind. Instead, her strength was made use of in tourneys and competitions, all of them for fun as far as she was concerned. Even as a teenager, suitors were not a thought at all, and she avoided any advances awkwardly. In Fuerin, she was a growing star, beloved by both men and women, but she remained unmarried into her late teens. She was nearly twenty when her parents breached the subject with her. They seemed regretful for letting her play around with swords and bows, foolishly thinking she would grow out of it and be a proper woman by then. When her disinterest in settling down grew, her parents arranged a marriage for her. Corrine, baffled and scared, ran away. She joined her country's army, even changing her name and posing as a male soldier to conceal her identity.

The concealment didn't last long, and she was quickly discovered. She'll laugh today, wondering why she was so foolish to think she wouldn't be recognized. However, it was not like she was the only woman in the army, and her company liked Corrine. She felt like she belonged among them and they accepted her. In fact, many soldiers were excited to have the famous Corrine Woods among their ranks, and Corrine was overwhelmed with relief when no one tried to send her back to her parents or suitor. So while nobility she began, a common foot soldier she stayed. However, she turned out to have a natural talent for strategy as well as fighting. In combination with her fame among Fuerin, she quickly rose through the ranks.

Fifteen years have passed since she joined Fuerin's army, and she has just recently taken her place as its head after the unfortunate demise of the previous General. She has changed much in that time, growing more sober and disillusioned with the prospect of war and glory. Sometimes she finds herself lulling into regret in her choice to leave home so many years ago, but the occasional visit home puts those thoughts to rest. She has a duty to her soldiers and her people, and she will continue to serve Fuerin until she is relieved--whether that means death or retirement.
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STRENGTHS

• Corrine was once an unmatched archer, but albinism has taken its toll on her sight. She can still man a bow, but her aim just isn't as precise as it used to be.
• Sword, spear, and shield fighting are skills all soldiers should be capable of, and Corrine is no exception. She is best with a simple, classic sword, but she is a great fighter in all respects--one of Fuerin's best, in fact.
• Corrine often travels by horseback, making for an excellent rider and fighter by steed.​

OTHER

• She is rather ignorant about supernaturals, and she spends a lot of her current days personally scouting for formidable hunters and scholars who know more about them.
• Otherwise risk looking like a squinting fool, Corrine uses spectacles to read and write, so they are almost always on her person.
• Heterosexual.​

RELATIONS

- Gnaeus Magnus: recently appointed her second-in-command, Corrine chose The Beast for his fierce reputation and especially his family knowledge concerning the supernatural. In this war, she believes knowledge to be far more necessary than brute strength, but Gnaesus offers both.​

 

[fuil]

Appearance: Torg is 6 ft 5 in tall with a wiry build. He has a mop of white dreadlocks that fall to the middle of his back that is decorated with skulls of small animals, beads, and feathers. He has a deep green skin covered in scars. He'd have a handsome face if it wasn't covered in scars. His ears are large and bat like, his eyes are yellow with a cat like pupil. He wears simple brown cloth pants and leather sandles, as well as a large leather backpack. He carries quarter staff adorned with crystals, bones, feathers, gems, rocks, pices of cloth, and other oddities' tied to it with string and leather strips.
Race: Goblin
Name: Torg Bonefang
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Role: Mercenary (currently hired by solaira)
Personality: If there afe three words that can describe Torg it would be 'Bat Shit Crazy'. He is afraid of nothing and willing to try everything at least once. He is extremely loyal towards those he calls friend and those who pay him coin. He is normally a very friendly guy and people seem to just not be able to like him once they get to know him, but this changes when he fights, he becomes a true monster as he seems to enjoy turning people into gore and disfigured corpses. To those that know him Torg is like a teedy bear with a time bomb inside, he's nice for a time but when he goes of there is sure to be blood.
Why is he fighting: Money and Fun.
History: At the age of six Torg was very aggressive and violent, as well as showing signs of wild magic. His parents quickly gave him to the village shamen for both of these reasons. The village shamen took him in and taught him how to control his magic and with a kick or eight to the head, his anger. After ten years of training under the village shamen Torg was ready to take the mantle but then his village was attacked by bandits. Torg tried to help buy was cut down by a bandit and as he layed there bleeding out he watched as his village was destroyed, and so with his mind fading he let lose all the anger he held back for ten years. This added with his magic turned his rage into a terrible blast the wiped out half the village. The blast almost destroyed his body, the sudden influx of rage shattered his mind. After he woke up he looked around to find himself alone, confused, and with a broken mind. Now he wanders with no purpose except to scratch this new itch that tuged at his mind, the need to destroy a living creature, preferably one with sentiency.
Fighting style/skills: Torg has two ways of fighting, the first it his magic. He is very proficient in hexs, curses, potions/poisons, war chants, and battle magic. He uses his magic until someone hits him, then he shapeshifts and goes feral. He is very dangerous either way but when he is using magic he seems a little trigger happy and can catch friends in his attacks. As a beast he seems to have a bit of tunnel vision as he will focus on one thing at a time more than likely than as a goblin.

 

[Han JiHyo]

「Name」

Ciardha (Keer-ah)

「Gender」

Female


「Age」

Approximately 900 years old, give or take a decade

「Race」

Banshee


「Role」

Second Elder of the Banshees

「Orientation」

Asexual

Appearance Description
Banshee Appearance: Being relatively young compared to the Dread Mother herself and the First Elder, Ciardha still looks relatively human-like in that she still has flesh and skin on her exposed places and no signs of rot or decay. However, her skin is a sickly ash-grey of a long-deceased corpse, leathery to the touch and rough despite its deceptively smooth appearance. Her lips are a solid black, as are her uneven rows of sharp, shark-like teeth. Her eyes are entirely yellow, poisonous in colour and dully glowing, making her easy to spot virtually anywhere in the dark, as long as one is not too far away and doesn’t have bad eyesight. Her hair flows around her in an inky mass of black wire, wisps of shadow and darkness clinging lightly onto the strands, making it seems as though they were living tentacles instead. Her long tattered dress is the colour of dried blood, a dark reddish-brown that writhes below the waist as the souls she consumed sometimes breaks forth onto the surface. The tips of her fingers end in a bony claw, with no fingernails or flesh. They are merely sharp pieces of bones. Ciardha, like most of her kind, doesn’t walk on the ground in when in her true form but levitates a foot or so above solid earth, the ends of her dress trailing behind as she moves.


Human Appearance: In human form, Ciardha is a fairly attractive black-haired woman of average height (170cm) and possesses a slender figure. Unlike her corpse-white skin in her true form, her human skin is tanned, complimenting her kohl-lined black eyes and black-painted lips. She dresses in an all-black funeral dress, except without shoes on her feet. It does take magic from consumed souls to maintain her human disguise.


Reason to fight: Banshees are territorial spirits who reside in their chosen habitat, staying within its boundaries and only preying on whoever wanders into their claimed lands. However, when supernatural hunters decided they could no longer ignore the coven of Banshees residing in the ruins of an old castle, they ventured in to clear the place out. Ciardha and her sisters managed to kill the entire squad, but sustained large amounts of causalities on their side. When the hunters continued to invade her home, Ciardha couldn’t sit back and wait for the next wave anymore. Her resentment for the mortals hunting Supernaturals grew strong enough that she rounded up fellow Banshees with the same feelings and personally enlisted to fight in the war against the humans. All in the name of revenge.



Personality
Being essentially a spirit, Ciardha is unnervingly blank and tranquil. Her expression rarely shifts, tone rarely diverting from its typical monotone drawl and her movements are unusually lazy, as though she has all the time in the world. She comes off as a courteous and polite individual who rarely loses her calm even if the situation is descending to hell around her. However, serenity does not encompass the entity of her personality, for she does have a simmering pit of anger and hate buried deep beneath it all, awaiting the right trigger to erupt forth, as is the norm for Banshees, which are created and fuelled by strong negative emotions. The trigger? The sight of mortals slaying her sisters. Whomever else – supernatural or otherwise – being slayed don’t really matter much in her eyes. The dying screech of another Banshee is enough to send her figurative blood boiling, and the longer she hears it, the more her temper gauge rises. When it hits the point of explosion, she will attack regardless of time, place, and whether or not she is at a disadvantage. The only ones who can pull her back from this berserk-like state is the firm, commanding tone of the Dread Mother and the Elders. Being the youngest of the Elders, Ciardha willingly conforms to their commands, yet she is by no means blindly obedient, carrying out tasks the way she see fits even if it differs from the opinions of the majority. Other than when facing supernatural hunters, Ciardha is not an aggressive, blood or battle-seeking spirit by nature. Most of the soul-hunting she participates in when not in battle is instinct-driven: to replenish the souls/energy used to sustain her undead life and human disguise.



Biography
Ciardha was once a mortal peasant living in the nearest town from the old castle ruin. When her husband was robbed and murdered and her house broken into, she witnessed the murderer kill her child before her eyes before she too, was cut down without a second thought. The grief, guilt and anger that raged in her final moments of live didn’t cease even after death. Instead, these strong emotions awakened her spirit’s thirst for revenge and she greeted the night again as a new-born Banshee, howling her resentment anew. Instincts sent her fleeing for the old ruins, where a number of spirits resided, drawn by the stench of death and decay, a coven of Banshees being one of them.


As years passed, she learned of the supernatural world and her new identity in detail with the help of telepathic connection to the Dread Mother and assistance of the Elders. Although she came to know more about the long-time war between humans and Supernaturals, like in her mortal life, she didn’t really care much about it. Before, it was due to having a family to take care of. There was enough problems putting food on the table every night, let alone worrying about there being different species of creatures living amongst men. This time, it was because she thought mortals wouldn’t bother with spirits, and to venture through thick forest in order to come upon this ruin hidden within required determination. For the next few centuries, her reasoning held true. That was, until the war hit its peak and hunters fervently hunted Supernaturals near and far. Habitats previously left alone were invaded, her home included.


Squad after squad the mortals came, taking a few more sisters with them to their graves each time. It was only when soldiers strong enough to kill even the Elders appeared that Ciardha realised there would be nowhere left to turn. In her past life, she failed to protect what mattered. In this undead life, she would do whatever it takes. From then on, she fully embraced her nature and actively took part in decimating any mortal that crossed her path. Rising to the position of Second Elder within her Coven upon her predecessor’s death, Ciardha decided it was high time she truly participated in the war between the newly-created nations. For the first time in centuries, she left her territory with a few sisters in tow and volunteered to join the King’s army.



Racial Abilities

A banshee, or Bean Sidhe, is an undead female spirit that represents an omen of death. Or more specifically, the scream of one does. These spirits originate from female victims of murder, death from childbirth and various gruesome methods of death that causes them to linger on, unable to pass on. One can tell the approximate age of a Banshee by looking at their features. The younger one is, the more human-like they look, sharing the same appearance and clothes of the physical bodies they died in. For example, a Banshee a couple of centuries old would still retain colour in their skin, fingers instead of bony claws and no glowing eyes. However, one that is at least nearing a millennia old would have the pallour of a corpse, the stench of death and decay heavy around them and shadows clinging to their bodies. One as ancient as the Dread Mother (head of the Coven) would be rotting in places, her teeth more like a demons’, protruding from her mouth when her jaw stretches wide open. She would be mere skin and bones, with sunken white eyes and long, yellowed claws, souls covering every inch of her tattered clothes, shadows all but moulding itself around her. Their full lifespan is unknown, but the Dread Mother has been around for more than a few millennium.


The natural habitat for Banshees is near places of death, like a graveyard, cemetery, dead forests, swamps and old ruins. They spend their time roaming their territories, preying on any adventurers or mortals who dares pass through. Though they are spirits seeking the souls of living mortals unfortunate enough to cross their paths or enter their territory, killing them with their screams before sucking the souls from the corpse, feeding on the negative emotions like fear, regret, sorrow, etc that built up before their eventual death, Banshees are far from mindless. While the Dread Mother is the ‘hive mind’, the Elders and the rest of the Banshee sisters are capable of independent action and thoughts.

「Fighting Skill/Style」

A Banshee’s weapons are her teeth, claws, voice and speed, the latter three traits can be utilised even in her human form. Ciardha’s screams, depending on the decibel, length and power, can cause anything from skull-splitting headaches and paralysis to induced death in half a minute. Obviously, the older one is and the more souls she consumed, the stronger her screams are. Elder Banshees are also umbrakinetic to a certain degree. They can teleport a few paces in any direction by exploding in a flurry of shadows and reforming elsewhere and can inflict negative emotions in a mortal person through voice when not screaming (e.g: crooning, mostly). Ciardha is more a support fighter than a direct close-quarter combatant as she uses her voice to disorientate groups of enemies and allow the other supernatural comrades to finish them off. However, if a large enough group of Banshee sisters are with her, she can take the opportunity to rush enemies with her teeth and claws.


However, the weakness of a Banshee lies in holy and blessed things, whether it be a weapon, shield, spell or talisman. It will burn them on contact, and depending on the severity and power of the item, the wound might not heal, or will heal very, very slowly. Stabbing them multiple times through the heart with a holy weapon or lobbing their head off with one is the surest way to kill them.

「Others」
Ciardha has a dark blue mark on her forehead which identifies her as a member of the Diarah Coven and an Elder.

 

[Karcen]

Name : Settra the eternal
Race: Lich
Age : very old
Gender : Male
Orientation : Asexual
Role : Lich
Personality : To put it simply for Settra there is him and nothing else matters,, he is the be all and end all, he is the greatest of mages, the lord of death, master of the arcane. he is a narcissist who view himself as always in the right, any mistake is merely other failing to live up to his standards. Settra is also very cruel and if he had a powerful foe beaten he won't kill them he will taunt and torture them despite how this has lead to his death a few times before he love to humiliate others before he kills them. Still there might just be some humanity, if he was ever human, left in his ancient bones but this requires a lot of digging.

Why are they fighting? : The king of solaira holds his phylactery until he retrieves it he must serve of face death once more.
History : His history is shrouded in the mists of time few know if what he claims is true all most know is that 50 years ago he lead an army of the undead against the living world. He was eventually defeated by the lord of Solaira and unknown to most his phylactery was kept by the victorious lord make the lord of the dead a weapon he might call upon.

If you ask Settra himself he will weave you the tale of an ancient and long dead kingdom forgotten and buried by the sands of time and the desert. He claims to have once been the brother to the king of an ancient city state, but his brother was weak and Settra knew how to rule better than him. Settra usurped the kingdom shortly after his brother was married to a daughter of a king from another city state.

Settra will claim he was right and after taking the throne he restored his city state to its proper glory and made all submit to him. He ruled with an iron fist building great works to celebrate his greatness and also to power his dark magic, for he says he was the first to master the powers of death. He built a great fortress tomb that dwarfed even the largest of the cities states by miking the other city states dry and employing an army of undead workers.

In the end the other city states grew angered and after a few hundred years of his rule, they revolted an alliance of 10 cities fought his forces , but none had ever fought an army of undead before allowing Settra to almost completely destroy them, but he did not instead he crushed their armies and made the kings bow before him and beg to live.

To celebrate this success and to stop such a revolt from happening again Settra decided to create a weapon that could slay any foe no matter how great with jut a single strike. His blacksmiths labored for years to make a weapons as such with Settra himself overseeing their efforts and weaving his own vile magic into the blade. In time the blade was done and he gathered all the people under his rule to one place where he would show the weapon that would make sure that he alone would rule forever.

This was when Settra tasted his first true death as his brothers wife, who he had kept alive and young through powerful magic that suspended ageing and death, finally struck against the man she hatted most. she was to present him with the blade but in front of all she instead drew the blade and cut the great lich down killing him in an instant leaving him wit only shock and the sight of her weilding his blade.

Still this was not his final death as they had not shattered his phylactery so years latter he would reform in his great tomb fortress, greatly angered he thought they still held the blade so instead the fought them from the shadows weaving a great spell that poisoned the dessert dwellers water and spreading diseases and sickness throughout the country until they were all dead, or so he thought. Once more his own blade would prove his undoing as a child descended from the same family as the woman that had killed him once before came blade in hand to kill him once more, though this time they both died.

Settra would in time again reform but so potent was the power of this blade that with each rebirth he was a little weaker for the blade was eternally killing him. this lead to him being ousted by former followers and his eternal bad luck in terms of world conquest for he would never again have the same power as when he started. This ended with the battle where he was once more slain only to reform and find himself a captive.

Fighting skill and style : When it comes to magic Settra is almost without compare having so long to master magic he has explored it in ways few others have, however thanks to his many deaths he can no longer call upon his full might but still he is a force to be reckoned with.

His style of fighting is to cast spells from a distance, calling forth the dead around him to get in the way of any coming at him so he might focus on his spell work. should he for some reason need to engage a foe without the use of his magic he is skilled with a blade, though in truth that skill is stolen from others souls that are housed in his blade, without it he is only a passable fighter.

 

[RedZombieWolf]

Appearance: Standing at 6'5, he is anything but short. He always keeps his hair well maintained and shaves every day, if he is able to. He carries himself with pride, yet always seems to have a look of agitation upon his face, as if he has stepped in shit and can't get rid of the stench. He is always wearing armour, except whilst bathing or sleeping, and always carries his two handed blade with him everywhere he goes.

Name : Gnaeus "The Beast" Magnus

Age : 30

Gender : Male

Orientation : Homosexual

Role : Second in Command of Fuerin Forces

Personality : As his superiors are fond of saying, he is a cunning, headstrong man, prone to anger and yet managing to think while mad. He is also quite fearless, readily volunteering for dangerous duties and when in battle, throws himself into the thick of it without a second thought. He is also quite blunt and unconcerned as to what others think of him, acting with honour and always being brutally honest with others about all matters. He also enjoys a good joke or two.

Which side are they on? : FUERIN FOREVER!

Why are they fighting : DEATH TO MONSTERS AND TRAITORS!

History : For generations his family has been fighting against supernatural beings. Their sheer ferocity and loyalty to the cause has won them much acclaim, respect and loyalty among some, whilst their honour, brutality and honesty have brought hatred, fear and anger amongst others. Gnaeus is no exception, his many victories in battle have given him much fame, as well as the title "The Beast". While he has suffered defeats, they are few and far between, and no matter what he has always shown mercy to those who surrender.

But now, he is second in command of the Fuerin Army, leading troops into battle and able to turn the tides of battle simply with his very presence which seems to boost the morale and ferocity of his men, whilst striking fear into the hearts of the enemy. He does not know why he was promoted to Commander Wood's second, and frankly he is unsure of what to think of her, but he feels both honoured and respected that he was chosen and is confident that he will prove himself to be the right choice for the job.

Fighting skill and style : Brute force and superior training. Prefers leading cavalry or heavy infantry into battle, hitting the enemy hard where they are weakest. When fighting on his own, he strikes hard and fast at the enemy, wearing them down till their guard drops in an area and then striking.

Other : Wears a protective charm necklace under his armour that protects him against all but the most powerful of magics.

 

[Raku]

Name : Settra the eternal
Race: Lich
Age : very old
Gender : Male
Orientation : Asexual
Role : Lich
Personality : To put it simply for Settra there is him and nothing else matters,, he is the be all and end all, he is the greatest of mages, the lord of death, master of the arcane. he is a narcissist who view himself as always in the right, any mistake is merely other failing to live up to his standards. Settra is also very cruel and if he had a powerful foe beaten he won't kill them he will taunt and torture them despite how this has lead to his death a few times before he love to humiliate others before he kills them. Still there might just be some humanity, if he was ever human, left in his ancient bones but this requires a lot of digging.

Why are they fighting? : The king of solaira holds his phylactery until he retrieves it he must serve of face death once more.
History : His history is shrouded in the mists of time few know if what he claims is true all most know is that 400 years ago he lead an army of the undead against the living world. He was eventually defeated by the lord of Solaira and unknown to most his phylactery was kept by the victorious lord make the lord of the dead a weapon he might call upon.

If you ask Settra himself he will weave you the tale of an ancient and long dead kingdom forgotten and buried by the sands of time and the desert. He claims to have once been the brother to the king of an ancient city state, but his brother was weak and Settra knew how to rule better than him. Settra usurped the kingdom shortly after his brother was married to a daughter of a king from another city state.

Settra will claim he was right and after taking the throne he restored his city state to its proper glory and made all submit to him. He ruled with an iron fist building great works to celebrate his greatness and also to power his dark magic, for he says he was the first to master the powers of death. He built a great fortress tomb that dwarfed even the largest of the cities states by miking the other city states dry and employing an army of undead workers.

In the end the other city states grew angered and after a few hundred years of his rule, they revolted an alliance of 10 cities fought his forces , but none had ever fought an army of undead before allowing Settra to almost completely destroy them, but he did not instead he crushed their armies and made the kings bow before him and beg to live.

To celebrate this success and to stop such a revolt from happening again Settra decided to create a weapon that could slay any foe no matter how great with jut a single strike. His blacksmiths labored for years to make a weapons as such with Settra himself overseeing their efforts and weaving his own vile magic into the blade. In time the blade was done and he gathered all the people under his rule to one place where he would show the weapon that would make sure that he alone would rule forever.

This was when Settra tasted his first true death as his brothers wife, who he had kept alive and young through powerful magic that suspended ageing and death, finally struck against the man she hatted most. she was to present him with the blade but in front of all she instead drew the blade and cut the great lich down killing him in an instant leaving him wit only shock and the sight of her weilding his blade.

Still this was not his final death as they had not shattered his phylactery so years latter he would reform in his great tomb fortress, greatly angered he thought they still held the blade so instead the fought them from the shadows weaving a great spell that poisoned the dessert dwellers water and spreading diseases and sickness throughout the country until they were all dead, or so he thought. Once more his own blade would prove his undoing as a child descended from the same family as the woman that had killed him once before came blade in hand to kill him once more, though this time they both died.

Settra would in time again reform but so potent was the power of this blade that with each rebirth he was a little weaker for the blade was eternally killing him. this lead to him being ousted by former followers and his eternal bad luck in terms of world conquest for he would never again have the same power as when he started. This ended with the battle where he was once more slain only to reform and find himself a captive.

Fighting skill and style : When it comes to magic Settra is almost without compare having so long to master magic he has explored it in ways few others have, however thanks to his many deaths he can no longer call upon his full might but still he is a force to be reckoned with.

His style of fighting is to cast spells from a distance, calling forth the dead around him to get in the way of any coming at him so he might focus on his spell work. should he for some reason need to engage a foe without the use of his magic he is skilled with a blade, though in truth that skill is stolen from others souls that are housed in his blade, without it he is only a passable fighter.

Just one thing, Solaira and Fuerin were formed little under a century ago. Other than that it's good.

 

[Karcen]

okay i changed it to 50

 

[Verburmite]

Appearence :
Race : Hybrid (Human Dragon)
Name : Drake Blackstone
Age : 1218
Gender : Male
Orientation : Straight
Role : Supernatrual
Personality : Drake is a simple man. He doesn't really stay in one place and get attached to people he more of the fact that he's just not interested in what other humans are doing and what other supernatural creatures are doing. All he cares about is how he's going to survive and how he's going to do it. He's willing to sacrifice whatever he needs to to survive. All he cares about is getting into the sky flying around having Simple Pleasures in life.

Why are they fighting? : He's fighting to protect his cave protect what he owns. He only cares about himself what he needs to do to protect what he cares and is taken for himself. he's been fighting for a while but he's been murdering longer. he's been part of the army for a long time but he seems to like his time in there. All he needs is The Simple Pleasures battle and blood lust. that is why he fights.

History : (Need to think of the Backstory)

Fighting skill and style : Focuses on his feet but when you are close will switch to hand to hand he has no weapons but his tail and wings
Other : Other

 

[Eleki]

|| Kamiesha 'Whiskey' Whitlock - Twenty - Human Female - Bisexual ||
FUERIN

Whiskey is a foot-solider who holds no respected standing within the Fuerin forces. She is best known for her outgoing personality, making her fairly popular to her fellow soldiers and a nuisance to the leadership. She welcomes the chance to spend a night drinking and singing with her comrades and even will participate in a fight or two before the night is done. Whiskey considers herself one of the guys and they consider her one of their best. Her knowledge of military vocabulary and strategy is lacking; however, this does not mean that Whiskey is useless. She fights with a dangerous, carefree attitude that can make her a savior or a liability. She prefers to take the enemy on one-on-one in hand to hand combat, brandishing thin blades that allow her to move freely.When it comes to enemies, Whiskey does not discriminate. If they mean harm to her and hers, they will suffer.

Whiskey was raised in an orphanage, growing up with a group of children just as rambunctious as she was. When it comes family, she knows that her mother had passed shortly after giving birth and her father, General Whitlock, was killed during battle just a few weeks later. Regardless of her lack of parents, Whiskey grew up relatively happy. When she turned thirteen, Whiskey decided it was time to make a name for herself and ran away from the orphanage. She quickly signed up for the army, claiming to be over fifteen years old. If asked, she will insist that she was not lying at the time, having put a piece of paper with '15' on it in her shoe.

She only joined the army to make a name for herself, believing that her father's name would give her some form of advantage. Whiskey was sorely disappointed to learn that this would not be the case. She was treated like every other recruit and while this made for some difficult times, she quickly learned that fighting and war was something that she enjoyed. She may not be able to keep all of the fancy words of positions, stations, and strategy in her head sure. But she could fight and she was damn proud of it. She fights for herself, enjoying the adrenaline and excitement that it gives her. If asked, Whiskey will say that she is fighting for the right cause, but honestly she's just selfish.​

 

[MorgathosTheRussian]

Appearance:

Name: Viktor Isenblood

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Orientation: Straight

Role: Second-in-command. If that's not available, I'll settle for third-in-command or a general of a large army.

Personality: Being from the rough countryside in the far south, Viktor can be quite blunt and isn't a one for fancy talks. He prefers the company of his soldiers and countrymen to that of commanders and nobles, and if he has to be around them, he looks for the swiftest way out of the conversation. He is highly protective of his men, and if sent on a suicidal mission, will disobey orders to save the lives of his men.

Which side are they on?: For the people and workers of Fuerin, comrades!

Why are they fighting: He fights to end any supernatural race and their supporters, most notably the Solarians. He also desires vengeance for the death of his father, and to gain further glory for his family.

History: Viktor Isenblood is a warrior from the most southern parts of the Fuerin realm, coming from a rich history of brave hammer and magic wielding warriors that stretch back centuries. However, it is not until fairly recently that they fought for a real cause. His father, a warrior of some renown named Dmitry Isenblood, was among the first recruit into Fuerin and fought against the Solarian foes for twenty years, before he fell in battle after slaying a number of supernatural abominations. Following in his father's footsteps, he took up his enchanted hammer and charged into the fray. He made a name of himself at the young at of 18, slaying the commander of an enemy regiment in single combat at the Battle of the White Falls.

At the age of 23, he was promoted to command a small battalion of heavy infantry and faced his first major battle as a commander at the year-long siege of Annath Remil. He stormed the battlements with his crack soldiers, hammering through enemy lines till he reached the gatehouse, which he valiantly held while more forces poured in and seized the castle. From there, he soar through the ranks, eventually becoming one of the highest ranking generals in Fuerin and commanding a large army at the relatively young age of 34. He seized numerous artefacts and weapons from a bygone age to improve his melee and magical capabilities, along with the abilities of those around him. He is posed to be one of the most formidable foes of Solaria, and is determined to help end the accursed Solarian realm.

Fighting skill and style: Wielding an enchanted hammer in one hand and magic in the other, Viktor makes use of numerous magical items to bolster his decent fighting skills to a formidable level. He advocates a slow but brutal way of fighting, combining defensive and offensive tactics to punch through enemy lines.

Other:

 

[Raku]

Appearance:

Name: Viktor Isenblood

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Orientation: Straight

Role: Second-in-command. If that's not available, I'll settle for third-in-command or a general of a large army.

Personality: Being from the rough countryside in the far south, Viktor can be quite blunt and isn't a one for fancy talks. He prefers the company of his soldiers and countrymen to that of commanders and nobles, and if he has to be around them, he looks for the swiftest way out of the conversation. He is highly protective of his men, and if sent on a suicidal mission, will disobey orders to save the lives of his men.

Which side are they on?: For the people and workers of Fuerin, comrades!

Why are they fighting: He fights to end any supernatural race and their supporters, most notably the Solarians. He also desires vengeance for the death of his father, and to gain further glory for his family.

History: Viktor Isenblood is a warrior from the most southern parts of the Fuerin realm, coming from a rich history of brave hammer and magic wielding warriors that stretch back centuries. However, it is not until fairly recently that they fought for a real cause. His father, a warrior of some renown named Dmitry Isenblood, was among the first recruit into Fuerin and fought against the Solarian foes for twenty years, before he fell in battle after slaying a number of supernatural abominations. Following in his father's footsteps, he took up his enchanted hammer and charged into the fray. He made a name of himself at the young at of 18, slaying the commander of an enemy regiment in single combat at the Battle of the White Falls.

At the age of 23, he was promoted to command a small battalion of heavy infantry and faced his first major battle as a commander at the year-long siege of Annath Remil. He stormed the battlements with his crack soldiers, hammering through enemy lines till he reached the gatehouse, which he valiantly held while more forces poured in and seized the castle. From there, he soar through the ranks, eventually becoming one of the highest ranking generals in Fuerin and commanding a large army at the relatively young age of 34. He seized numerous artefacts and weapons from a bygone age to improve his melee and magical capabilities, along with the abilities of those around him. He is posed to be one of the most formidable foes of Solaria, and is determined to help end the accursed Solarian realm.

Fighting skill and style: Wielding an enchanted hammer in one hand and magic in the other, Viktor makes use of numerous magical items to bolster his decent fighting skills to a formidable level. He advocates a slow but brutal way of fighting, combining defensive and offensive tactics to punch through enemy lines.

Other:

Second is taken, but I suppose he can be third.

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Appearence :

Spoiler: True angel form

Race : Arch angel (angel of justice and battle)

Name :
Valeria

Age :
4,368,689

Gender :
Female

Orientation :
Doesn't understand the concept but she'd have to say bisexual

Role :
New peice in this war so to speak

Personality :
Valeria is the epitomy of justice, being loyal to her allies, fair in her judgment and fair in her punishment. She's strong willed and a very strong leader, being selfless, always caring for those that can't fend for themselves, and always willing to throw her life away for the safety of others. She's caring and kind to both friend and enemy unless it's on the battlefield, of course showing mercy when it is time but until then she's a ruthless fighter.

Why are they fighting? : to end this battle and bring peace to her lords land once more

History :
(To be put in at a later date/ don't have time ATM to put in XD)

Fighting skill and style :
Her fighting style is mostly a sword and shield an absolute master at her craft. both heavenly items of mass power and capability, these weapons can only be used by her as god himself granted her these weapons, anyone else tries to use them one of two things would happen, eniahlation via an overload of power flowing from the sword or shield to them, or complete wipe of there brain. The sword of light

And the sheild of the holy gates


Other :

 

[Raku]

Appearence :
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Spoiler: True angel form

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Race : Arch angel (angel of justice and battle)

Name :
Valeria

Age :
4,368,689

Gender :
Female

Orientation :
Doesn't understand the concept but she'd have to say bisexual

Role :
New peice in this war so to speak

Personality :
Valeria is the epitomy of justice, being loyal to her allies, fair in her judgment and fair in her punishment. She's strong willed and a very strong leader, being selfless, always caring for those that can't fend for themselves, and always willing to throw her life away for the safety of others. She's caring and kind to both friend and enemy unless it's on the battlefield, of course showing mercy when it is time but until then she's a ruthless fighter.

Why are they fighting? : to end this battle and bring peace to her lords land once more

History :
(To be put in at a later date/ don't have time ATM to put in XD)

Fighting skill and style :
Her fighting style is mostly a sword and shield an absolute master at her craft. both heavenly items of mass power and capability, these weapons can only be used by her as god himself granted her these weapons, anyone else tries to use them one of two things would happen, eniahlation via an overload of power flowing from the sword or shield to them, or complete wipe of there brain. The sword of light
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And the sheild of the holy gates
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Other :

Side?

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Side?

The side of heaven!!!! *heavenly music blares from the background* jk but technically she isn't on a side for the moment seeing as how there isn't a technical "bad side good side" yet as far as I have read

 

[Raku]

Well, the Fuerini slaughtered innocent townsfolk. Is that bad?

 

[RedZombieWolf]

Well, the Fuerini slaughtered innocent townsfolk. Is that bad?

It was self defense

 

[Karcen]

( wouldn't the humans want her dead because she is not human and is supernatural

 

[RedZombieWolf]

( wouldn't the humans want her dead because she is not human and is supernatural

Yes

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Well, the Fuerini slaughtered innocent townsfolk. Is that bad?

Aaaaaand now there seems to be a "bad side good side" XD must have missed that

 

[Daniel Reaving]

( wouldn't the humans want her dead because she is not human and is supernatural

Verona: "They can try but my lord will show them the light. And by the light of the heavens they will thank him for sending me"

 

[Daniel Reaving]

It was self defense

Im pretty sure the slaughter of Innocent townsfolk can't be called self defense

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Well, the Fuerini slaughtered innocent townsfolk. Is that bad?

It was self defense

Though she is the angel of justice and will judge fairly to all no matter the crimes of both sides