Fantasy Guild of Heroes EotS - CS

[Birdsie]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: (Their true name.)
Aliases: (Other names, titles, nicknames, and aliases.)
Age: (Biological age. How long have you been there?)
Gender: (Describe physical/mental gender.)
Race: (Generally, only human. Ask for anything else.)

PERSONAL
Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
High Concept: (Sum up your character in a sentence.)
Backstory: (At least a solid paragraph. Keep it relevant.)

PHYSICAL
Appearance: (Written, or a picture. If written, then at least a detailed paragraph of text.)
Weapons & Armor: (Anything that the character uses for protection, or attack during combat.)
Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them.)
Skills & Abilities: (Not magical. Include things like bartering, or the ability to pickpocket.)
Spells & Magic: (Magical. Graces, Charms, etc.)
Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character.)

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: (What does the dark lord do in his free time, when not vying for supremacy over the world?)
Quotes: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type.)
Theme: (Musical theme.)

ACCEPTANCE:
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[Silver Wolf]

• Basic Information
• Skills & Stuff

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  Maravetia​
  
  Aliases: Maria, Marie,
  
  Age: 19
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: Human?
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual?
  
  High Concept: Mysterious former mercenary who seems to wash up with sea monsters on regular occasions.
  
  Backstory:
  
  Two years ago, two mercenary ships vanished looking for pirates around the edge of the Abyssal Sea, a section of sea known to contain a number of grim legends and facts. Sea monsters, leviathans, ghost ships, and even a tale about the god Avngrund living in the area. Recently, a sign was found fifty nautical miles southwest. The Seadogs Mercenary Maravetia was found on a deserted island in a thatch and wood hut she made for herself with the bones of a juvenile serpentine leviathan approximately 65+ meters long washed ashore with her.
  
  The mercenary Maravetia, or Maria/Marie as those closer to her knew her as, was found at the age of eleven while the Seadogs were escorting a merchant ship around sea monster territory outside the Abyssal Sea. She was found adrift with a mangled sea monster corpse and a jagged knife with a bite wound infected to the point of necrosis starting to take place.
  
  Anthony Kirsch, commander of the mercenaries, took her in and had her nursed back to health. To everyone's shock she not only survived, but made a complete physical recovery. In fact, she almost never got sick, sunburned, or even malnourished like many other sailors. She ate far more than most sailors, but she never really had health issues.
  
  During her time as a mercenary, Maria had learned to use a great sword with surprising ferocity and skill. She also has a massive sea monster kill count well above a hundred. Yet, according to all stories and accounts she didn't have a grace. That was because her grace was earned after killing a leviathan. It's suspected the god who gifted her the grace was the leviathan's parent, Avngrund.
  
  
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  Weapons & Armor: A large two handed greatsword and a knife she used to survive on the island for two years.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings: A hat given to her by Anhtony when she was 16 and a fishing rod.
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  
  • Survivalist: A resourceful unit capable of surviving and even thriving with very little equipment in the wild.
  • Fishing: Will catch something. Spear, bow & arrow, or even a regular rod. She will find a way to catch fish.
  • Super-Metabolism: Can't get sick easily, can't be drugged without an absurd amount of drugs, and can eat just about anything.
  • Sea Monster Slayer: Very experienced hunter of sea monsters and even has taken down a juvenile leviathan.
  • Ocean Fighter: Can use harpoons, spears, crossbows, and cannons.
  • Two Handed Specialist: Very effective with two handed weapons.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  
  Grace: The Abyss Stares Back - When using this grace, Maravetia is capable of extreme feats of strength and endurance. Rather than being just super-physique it seems to give her access to a pool of abyssal energy which can be added to by taking damage. It doesn't nullify her from damage, but it seems to be able to absorb a rather absurd amount. However, much like certain tales of Avngrund, this outside energy must be released almost like when the abyssal god vomits up portions of the sea he has consumed.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Simpleton: Not one to think things through. Maravetia is more prone to attack than to take a threat seriously. She is also rather un-observant socially, she will easily take things literally or just misunderstand people. She will also carelessly charge ahead into battle with little thought of her own wellbeing.
  • Damaged Psyche: Between being near death and having those she loves brutally killed or eaten on multiple occasions, she suffers from some rather heavy issues of warming up to people and can easily lose touch with reality if the subject of parents/parental figures comes up.
  • GLUTTON
  
  

Birdsie FIRST!

 

[Worthlessplebian]

• Basics
• Skills & Abilities
• Misc.

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  BASIC INFORMATION
  Name: Shugon Ragsdale;
  Aliases: Squidhead, Shu'Tilhu, Javy Dones, Prof. Rags;
  Age: 530 years old;
  Gender: Male;
  Race: Humanoid Octopus/Cthulhoid;
  
  PERSONAL
  Sexuality: Heterosexual;
  High Concept: Buff Humanoid Octopus In a Suit, he's just here to have a great time and to teach;
  Backstory: In the abyssal depths of the sea, there resides a city with cephalopodic denizens. In the pitch blackness, they lived their ordinary lives. Farming, mining, trading, and other such tasks of mortal endeavors. They were happy people, free of any burdens of the surface or the shallow dwellers. That is when they drew the ire of the shallow dwellers, who were jealous of their riches and their festive way of life. Most of the cephalopodic citizenry had never raised a fist, let alone an actual weapon. Only a small cabal of them were experienced combatants, it was up to these brave men and women to defend their undersea city. But how? They were outnumbered 10-1, it would take nothing short of supreme skill or a God-given miracle to overcome these odds. At least, that is what most of them thought. Shugon, who at the time was considered a young adult, protested their cowardice and meek attitudes, the others called him naÏve, he called them traitors and both parties set out to their own bidding. The elders of the clique would begin preparations for evacuation while Shugon would prepare for the coming battle.
  
  The attack had begun.
  
  And Shugon was ready.
  
  The battle lasted days, with Shugon executing devilish and mind-bending guerilla warfare against an overwhelming force. They kept growing more and more frustrated with the squid heads, they couldn't fathom that such a pathetic enemy would be giving them this much trouble. Their frustration did not give them any advantages either. At first, they believed that the enemy was not one but many, after all, how could a single foe produce this much resistance? When it became abundantly that it was the work of a single squid head, their morale took a heavy blow. Humiliation and desperation stacked, most of them considered razing the city but that was out of the question when they discovered that they still held wealth and resources.
  
  So in a last desperate attempt, they had corned Shugon and were about finally remove the shark tooth in their side. Except that was when Shugon's coup de grâce was triggered. A myriad of explosives triggered around the enemy and Shugon, this was to be his final act in his herculean task of repelling the enemy.
  
  Shugon's fate would've been sealed then and there, he would've died from blood loss soon yet fortune had fallen upon Shugon. His old "friends" whom he called cowardly and weak, returned to aid him in his time of need. Shugon heavily wounded, was carried by his allies back to a safer location, and was nursed back to full health in two years. For his bravery and bodily sacrifice, Shugon had reached his first Grace.
  
  Many, many years later, the now wisened and elder Shugon had acted as an intermediary that halted the war between ancient enemies. The task was asinine for Shugon despite his wisdom and age, it was like talking to a bunch of children in oversized bodies, with their squabbling and their hot water blowing. But it needed to be done and our faithful Cthulhoid did the deed, he quelled their anger and silenced their fury and for that, he was given another Grace, not as powerful as his first one but useful and versatile none the less.
  
  
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  PHYSICAL
  Weapons & Armor: Navy blue blazer, tie with a spiral pattern, dark gray slacks with matching leather dress shoes, and socks with the academy's crest;
  Skills & Abilities: Slimy, slithery, prehensile tentacles on his face, he has full control of these tentacles. Marine Biologist. Professional Swimmer. Physically Strong. Seasoned Striker. Aquatic Explosives Specialist. Underwater trap-making.
  Spells & Magic:
  -Graces: R'LYH's Storm Shugon calls forth an ominous black cloud over a target area, from the cloud descends limestone rocks often used in Cyclopean stonemasonry, rain droplets that were black as pitch, and the occasional emerald lightning strike.
  Marine Servants Shugon can command lesser aquatic entities like fish, sharks, eels, etc. Their physical attributes are increased while under Shugon's control. He cannot control higher beings such as whales, dolphins, orcas, or similarly intelligent creatures like cephalopods, merely suggest to them the idea of helping him. If another being possesses a similar ability then Shugon will have to fight mano a mano against the other controller.
  -Charms: Aquatic Breathing Shugon can breathe underwater and suffers no penalties when quickly rising to the surface from deep dives; Heretic Strike Shugon punches with all the might his body can muster, easily breaking stone and bone, however, this attack is prone to overextensions and leaves him temporarily open; Jump Good Fairly straight forward, he can jump really really good.
  Weaknesses: Hates getting hit by boats, has an incredible soft-spot for weak and defenseless things, is weak to fiery attacks, overtly bright lights are doubly effective against him;
  
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  FLUFF (Optional)
  Hobbies: Surfing, Grilling, Kite-making, Exercising;
  Theme:
  

 

[Noble Scion]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Eleonora Luna
Aliases: Luna Luna, Bunny
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Were-rabbit (Human)

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: A cold, were-rabbit hunter attending the naval academy after their tribe was contacted as a means of testing their capabilities in a cheaper fashion by a smaller nation through commendations, seeking to make use of them as slaves
Backstory: Luna was born into the tribal lifestyle inside of a small secluded community developed by a lesser rabbit god named Chester, each member "gifted" with a strange branch of lycanthropy as a sort of pet project of the god.

Growing up in the forest, all members of the tribe we taught how to perform a variety of tasks, prominently including tailoring, general crafting, and hunting, with a common rite of passage being adorning oneself with a unique trinket, anything from jewelry to weapons, made from the parts of their first kill, with Luna's chosen trinket being her staff.

The initial discovery of their people had not gone well, and as such they had a harsh time convincing any of the members to leave, resulting in them taking one of the younger members, namely Eleonora herself, and shipping them off, quite literally in a cage, to the university with hardly a goodbye, simply explaining that if she wanted to return she would need to pass whatever tests were thrown at her.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Spoiler: Transformed appearance

(This except with white fur and a bit less aggressive-looking)

Weapons & Armor: None excluding claws when transformed
Items & Personal Belongings: A staff - useful for hitting/reaching things, bears a symbol of wisdom
Skills & Abilities: Tailor - able to craft cloths and bags given the materials
gatherer - has knowledge of various bushes and plants and whether their poisonous or not (specifically plants in forested areas)
good cook - a capable cook, given the materials and tools, resulting in typically well-cooked but simply-flavoured foods
were-rabbit - afflicted with a grace manifesting itself as an off-shoot of lycanthropy, transforming them into a large creature under times of stress or when enraged, or, if they just happen to feel like it. Also grants a greater sense of hearing outside of the form, but it is rather tell-tale that they're cursed by the large ears to those aware of it. The user still maintains control but might have a hard time communicating that to others.
Spells & Magic: None
Weaknesses: Primitive mind-set, leading to unreasonable decision-making. Used to a more traditional lifestyle outdoors, and thus might find indoor life difficult. May transform when they do not wish to if the conditions are met. Has trouble concentrating on non-survival related things. Has an aversion and weakness to silver and holy things, as well as loud noises.

FLUFF
Hobbies: skinning, sewing
Quote\s: "I do not wish to be here."
Theme:

 

[Silver Wolf]

• Basic Information
• Skills & Stuff

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  Azariel​
  
  Aliases: Chief Collector of the Celestial Library, Librarian of the Stormcrest Naval Academy, The Knowledge Reaper
  
  Age: (Unkown)
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: God
  
  Aspects/Sphere of Influence: Pursuit and Lust of Knowledge
  
  Role: Librarian and a magic teacher.
  
  Sexuality: (Unkown)
  
  Hobbies:
  
  • Collecting Books
  • Trying to get the current headmaster's secrets
  • Reading
  • Finding out secrets and gaining knowledge
  • "Experiments"
  Quote\s:
  
  • "It's not that the Headmaster respects me, we just have a use for one another. Or perhaps it's more like a cold war. I try to unravel his secrets, and in return he gets access to Lord Asteroth's knowledge that mortals can only dream of."
  • "AHAHAHA~ Wonderful! What a beautiful display!"
  • "Here, you can have this book if you slip this into the Headmaster's drink or something."
  • "No knowledge is useless. In every raving of a madman, there is at least a speck of truth."
  • What is that?! Let me see! Can I borrow it?"
  • "Hm...perhaps you won't notice if it's missing for one night."
  
  High Concept: Batshit crazy god who serves the God of Knowledge Asteroth who is currently trying to get the Stormcrest Academy's Headmaster's Secrets.
  
  Backstory:
  The mysterious enigma that is Azariel has been documented for longer than the empire can track. In fact, records of her or her likeliness can be traced back as far as civilization itself. The only thing one can say for sure about the enigma of Azariel is that she's an odd being among gods. She claims to have been 'created' by Asteroth and cares only about amassing more knowledge.
  
  Also unlike most gods, she has never once created a Grace nor has she ever blessed mortals. She has a single minded goal throughout all centuries and that is to add to Asteroth's collection. Actually, the only information Asteroth has ever given of Azariel is that she has the gift of 'imperfection' which seems crazy. Yet if one looks at her deeds, they will find out why. If one really tried and looked at all the millenia of her stories, legends, and accomplishments they would find that she grows. This 'imperfection' means that Azariel can't reach a peak, she can't ever perfect a skill. For if perfection is the peak, what would a being without perfection look like?
  
  In recent years with the rumors regarding primordials and Anathema, sightings of Azariel became more and more frequent. She wandered around these rumors and collected information. Perhaps its because of these rumors she became Librarian of Stormcrest for Zao. Who would blame him? A god of knowledge with complete access to the vast pool of knowledge that is Asteroth's Celestial Library. Sure, the god is constantly trying to breach Zao's mind and office for his secrets, but that's a small price to pay, no?
  
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  Weapons & Armor: N/A
  
  Items & Personal Belongings: N/A
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  
  • Seeker of Knowledge - Azariel knows more than even most gods. She knows just about every mortal language that ever existed and has a collection of tomes and books that are very well kept for being as old as civilization itself.
  • At All Costs - A very meticulous organizer and excellent schemer, she will dream up of just about anything to get what she wants. A shame that 'want' is always knowledge she doesn't know or isn't in Asteroth's collection. This may or may not include trying to seduce Zao. Too bad she's a nerd and sucks at pickup lines.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  
  • God - Biologically immortal, far superior findross recovery and storage, and can fly.
  • Sorcery - Capable of using magic, because duh. When she runs out though, she just morphs into a loli until she gets findross back.
  • Celestial Gate - Opens a portal straight to the Celestial Library. The average mortal and even hero will be incinerated trying to pass through it.
    Current people who have passed through it and made it out completely fine: Zao, and a certain Lich
  • Magic Storage - I pocket dimension she can safely shove things in. Capacity is limitless and can hold living creatures.
  • Knowledge Reap - A very specific magic capable of pillaging memories and knowledge from peoples' minds by force. It can be resisted, but it is also capable of causing seizures, immense nausea, and even short comas.
  • Sin Switch - Capable of easily switching between using light and dark magic. Whatever is her current element will be her resistance with the opposite being a weakness.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Weak to both light and dark magical energies depending on which one she isn't using. Far more than normal too.
  • Easily Distracted
  • Rather low in the godly bureaucracy and standing. She's a librarian essentially, what would you expect?
  • Rather apathetic to things that do not interest her.
  • Insane
  • (Loli Killer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
  
  

Birdsie

 

[Uasal]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Fáidh Ceangailte Aigéan
Aliases: Paladin Fáidh, '-FáIdH- did I say that right'
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Asexual
High Concept: A Sea Faring Paladin, A New Breed of Paladin
Backstory:
An orphan of the church, Fáidh was brought up strictly and had the ways of the church beaten into her from a young age. As an orphan Fáidh was subject to aid in the churches efforts from the time she could walk and talk. Aiding the church ranged from aiding the sick to aiding in ceremonies as an altar server. As a young orphan Fáidh wasn't expected to become much of anything, a nun at the least and a marriage offer at the most. But as faith would have it Fáidh showed a natural gift for the holy arts, and her aura slowly became something warm and unmistakably pure. By the age of ten Fáidh had learned the holy art of 'Close Wounds' and 'Bless', picking both arts up by nearly observing the head priest carry out his services over the years. It was remarkable. This child, she was special, chosen perhaps.

Word was sent of these events to the governing bishop and he promptly made a visit to the orphanage where he quizzed Fáidh intensely on the scriptures and teachings of the collective church. Fáidh passed. The bishop was amazed, even some priests wouldn't have been able to pass such a test and so documents changed hands and Fáidh was transferred to the capital's cathedral where she officially began her training to become a priestess. This made Fáidh one of the rare cases where a child of no noble name would undergo training with the church, a story that quickly spread through the capital city and beyond to the subsequent parishes.

Fáidh continued her training for two years and was sworn in as a priestess by the bishop. However, her training did not stop there. Following her promotion, Fáidh asked to be trained as a paladin. This was an absurd request. Only nobles of great renown and with families tied to the church could enter training to become a paladin. There were no exceptions to this rule, it was absolute and Fáidh had to of known that. Fáidh was scolded for her rudeness and put into service immediately. For a year and a half Fáidh carried out her duties as a priestess with the utmost care and efficiency. Her skills in the arts improved greatly and her aura became more and more eminent. Eventually, the bishop felt it was his duty to aid Fáidh in joining the paladin core, Fáidh was undoubtedly special and if she felt her place was in the paladin core then perhaps it was a divine intervention of some kind.

Fáidh was adopted by the bishop and took his name, with it she was granted permission to undertake Paladin training and that she did. At 18 Fáidh was promoted and sworn into her role as Paladin by the pope and emperor themselves. Her skills had vastly improved and her polearm skills were a grade above the rest. Soon after she was deployed.

Fáidh was deployed on the eastern front alongside 49 other paladins, their aim was simple; annihilate the demon spawns in the area and purify the grounds thereafter. At first, everything was going well, imps were widespread in the area but they were of little threat to the paladins who easily cleaved through their numbers. However, things took a turn for the worst as night fell and more powerful demons emerged from the pits. Glabrezu, in particular, began to really push back the core who weren't expecting such strong demons to be nesting here. Several fell on the first night, 17 to be exact but this only got worse on the second day as even more imps and Glabrezu emerged. By the second night, a large storm had rolled in and the core was all but wiped out save for Fáidh and two others.

As if to spite the three remaining paladins the alpha of the nest emerged, a Balor with his whip in hand. Lightning cracked and thunder boomed as the beast approached the three. Fáidh who was currently suffering from bloodloss fell to her knees in prayer. With every step the great beast took the lightning in the area struck more frequently and the thunder that followed roared unchained. It was when the beast was nearly before her that Fáidh took a firm grip of her spear and rose to her feet. Lighting struck Fáidh in that moment and her mind was made clear. The young paladin was not harmed by the strike but instead enlightened, everything became so clear. Raising her spear Fáidh braced for a dash and in the very next second, she pierced through the Balor with incredible speed, felling the beast in one swift move. Lightning erupted from the beast's corpse and arched to those close by killing them too. Fáidh continued on dashing at her foes until eventually her body gave out and she collapsed.

The young paladin awoke in the cathedral hospital a week later and was informed backup had arrived not a moment after she had passed out and that her actions had delayed the demons long enough to save her two remaining comrades. She was hailed a hero and it would seem the god of storms had deemed it so too as she was grated her very first grace.

Following these events, Fáidh was deployed to many an area and exercised many a demon. But somehow it never really seemed like she was doing what was expected of her. It was then she approached the pope about joining the navy. It took some convincing but now Fáidh shall be the first Paladin to be affiliated with the navy. That is should she pass.




PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor: A blessed spear and matching blessed chains. A Paladin uniform with adjustments made to differentiate her from the standard land fairing Paladin core, this includes the school insignia being promptly displayed on the upper back of the uniform as well as waterproofing. Note: when not in use her chains wrap tightly around her waist like a belt.
Items & Personal Belongings: A Bible and Notebook, Two stamps that of her Family Crest and that of the Paladin Crest
Skills & Abilities: Military Trained, Expert knowledge on gods and demons, Excellent Barterer, Great Cook, Extremely fast, Can take a secret to the grave, Extremely skilled with both her spear and chains. Can carry out papal ceremonies.
Spells & Magic:
Telekinesis
Bless (Breif buff to others, releases trapped spirits and allows them to return to the heavens)
Holy Seal (Allows the user to seal evil spirits in containers or vessels)
Close Wounds (a healing spell that simply closes wounds, this does not heal internal damage or restore blood loss.)
Holy Light (a simply lighting spell)
Purify (purifies water and food of poisons and disease and also purifies evil spirits that have been weakened)
Dispel Evil (dispels curses once fully identified provided its possible)

Grace: Lightning Step. Through the grace of the storm god the user channels lightning through their body and becoming electrically charged. Following this, the user may strike a target with pinpoint precision at the speed of lightning itself. Discharging the built-up electricity into said target through whatever weapon the user used to land the blow, fists included. In essence, the user becomes a bolt of lightning themselves. This Grace can also be used to 'dash' to a location provided the electric charge can be discharged by striking something at the point of arrival.

Weaknesses: Extremely proficient in polearm weapons as well as chain but useless with other forms of weaponry, Must adhere to the Paladin code, Frigid, Cannot turn a blind eye to children in need. Is physically weak when stripped of her spells and weapons.

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: Fáidh is a woman of the church, in her free time she enjoys aiding those less fortunate than her or praying. On the odd occasion, you can find her gardening but that is seldom and rare.
Quote\s: 'Lightning never strikes twice, it has no need to', 'I shall protect those I even hate, so long as it is right and just', 'The church say I was chosen by the gods to carry out a mission... I found hearing that quite strange for I was always taught we all have a mission to carry out in life.', 'I will listen to those who have been ignored'.
Theme:

ACCEPTANCE:
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[Kylesar1]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Solomon
Aliases: Solo (Pronounced like the first part of the name Soloman)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Heterosexual
High Concept: A religious executioner, sent to an academy to further his executioner abilities
Backstory: Soloman was not always named Soloman. This is his "rebirth" name. While the man's past remains mostly unknown due to his propensity to leave his dead past dead as he's been "reborn" Solomon will offer up some of the details of his past:

Spoiler: Solo's Story

He was born into a poor family, with his dad being addicted to a "miracle cure-all" and thus he kept them in poverty.........

...........That left him and his mother, who spent more and more time away from the house, having to sell herself to make some kind of ends meet. After another year and facing eviction, his mother sold Solo to some people for a massive amount of money. However, not willing to just go with these people, Solo ran away.

........took him in and began training Solo in priesthood and combat. The priest, using his connection to the Royal Knights and many many others, molded Solo into a fierce combatant. At 18, he achieved knighthood, was baptized, and then was initiated officially into a circle of clergy

He stopped short of becoming a priest in that order........... Stopping short of greatness, he instead achieved it by training and protecting his fellow clergy on escort and missionary missions........as well as finding his true path as that of an Executioner instead of that of a priest or priest's attendant.

................He Coalesced and developed the amazing Grace, which he simply called Divine Hands.............. He no longer needed to perform some ritual. He could just give them a holy beating and send them from whence they came. From there, a little after, he was sent to academy as a student to learn not only how to master his Grace, but to learn more Charms and maybe a bit of Sorcery. Probably not, though

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor: Knight's Armor
Items & Personal Belongings:

• Arming Sword
• Morningstar Mace
• Lots of money
• Talismans used in exorcisms

Skills & Abilities:

• Hand to Hand Combat
• Mace Combat
• One-Handed sword combatant
• 2-Handed Sword combatant
• Crossbowman
• Exorcism

Spells & Magic:

• Grace: Divine Hands- This Grace allows Solo's weapons and fists to hit ANYTHING, even creatures normally unaffected by physical attacks (like ghosts). The grace takes more Findross than most to use. While it drains findross slowly when activated, swinging his fists or weapons, or firing his bow costs more. As a result, mastering the timing in activating this grace will allow him to save Findross
• Charm: Stillpiercer- This allows a sword stab or shot arrow to pierce shields or armors. A fist or mace hit can outright shatter armors and shields of weaker material. He has only 2 uses before the third will make him too weak to swing anything heavier than a dagger.

Weaknesses:

• Findross inhalant- His Grace and Charm both take quite a bit of Findross to use, meaning he needs to use them strategically
• Human- As with all humans, he has extremely human needs. Food, Sleep, Oxygen, and many many things can end a human easily.

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: Play piano
Quote\s:
"As I raise my blade, so I wish this poor sinner receives eternal life."
"Since I'm here, we'll skip the judge and jury."

 

[Xlos]

• BASIC INFORMATION
• Backstory
• Appearance
• Skills & Abilities
• FLUFF

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  Name: Theodore Zhang
  Age: 17
  Gender: Male
  Race: Human
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  High Concept: A manipulative bully.
  
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  Backstory: Born to a moderately poor family, Theodore was blessed with a surprisingly high intellect and sent to the best schools in the area. His ruthless personality stood out even more than his performance, though. He rose to the top of the food chain of students, aggressively targeting the weak and using them to increase his reputation further, to vent his frustrations physically, and to make them do all the homework he didn't want to. Which was all of it. Tests, he somehow innately knew how to do well. And miraculously, through a combination of well placed threats, bribes, discretion, and luck, his actions went largely unpunished, and his academic record was flawless.
  The closest his evil empire ever came to collapsing came in his final year of high school. A girl named Amber some of his lackies had beaten up turned out to have charms quite effective against him - an exceptional ability to bargain and find people's weaknesses and personalities. She quickly found Theodore and convinced many of his underlings to give up information that put him in very bad positions. She was physically strong enough to get out of the increasingly dangerous traps Theodore placed in the way of her and her allies, and mentally resilient enough to come back after taking a beating. Those under Theodore encouraged him to kill her. But perhaps it was just her appearance, or perhaps the repeated encounters, but, he felt a fluttering of something like love stopping him. No, love is too strong a word. It was more of an... admiration of her efforts and ability. The death of someone like that would be a shame for humanity. So, underneath him, his allies hatched a plan to kill her without his assistance. And she was gone. He quickly learned of what had happened, and found her body, drowned in the ocean. As if to mock him, he gained a Grace from Marygold, the Primordial representing manipulation. He had perfect life he had always wanted - people under him that would follow his every whim, nobody to oppose him, and even the power of a Hero. Even as he did increasingly reckless and cruel things, nobody would stop him. Nobody could stop him. And yet, he felt empty.
  The year ended, at it was time to leave his empire behind. To a place where nobody would know him, where he could start fresh. Perhaps, he rationalized, climbing the ladder once more was what he needed. The only thing that had changed with Amber's death was that life got easier. So he went to the hardest university he could find, for the hardest ladder to climb. A naval academy, where the ocean would surround him. Perhaps he, too, would soon find himself drowned deep under the waves.
  
• 
  
  Weapons & Armor: He carries two sharp, silver daggers with him and some bottles of poison of varying strength that can be applied to them and has fairly sturdy leather clothing.
  Items & Personal Belongings: The clothes on his back.
  
• 
  [Quick Learner]: He can quickly learn the basics of any academic subject.
  [Brawler]: He can fight quite effectively with any object. A sword, a chair, a ball, an arm, a cat, you name it.
  [Manipulation]: Theodore is very good at reading people, finding their weaknesses, and using them to his advantage.
  [Pickpocketing]
  [Cooking]
  [Running]
  
  
  Spells & Magic:
  [Grace|Fleeting Memory]: TLDR: Attacks on a target hit the last thing they thought of instead.
  
  Medium length explanation: Choose a target person. For a duration, any object besides the floor that was not originally within a 1 inch radius of any body part of the target will appear to pass through them. In fact, the impact will simply be delivered to the last thing they thought of, and the target will feel nothing.
  
  Explanation with a lot of the edge cases: Modifies a living target capable of thought for a duration. Any object besides the floor that comes within a 1 inch radius of any body part of the target of size at least 1 cubic inch during the duration will not have any effect on the target. Rather, objects will appear in anatomically relative position to the last person/object that the target was thinking of [the recollected] at cast time besides themselves and effect them. Thus, the target will be unable to feel like they are touching anything besides objects originally within a 1 inch radius, the floor, and (indirectly) the recollected. Any attacks on the recollected can be blocked by the recollected or objects not within a 1 inch radius of the target at the time the spell was cast. It costs more findross for longer casts, and much more findross when used on targets that trust the user. On himself, all of his findross would be depleted in a second, but on one who considers the caster a mortal enemy, it could take a few minutes, time for tens of short casts.
  
  For example, swinging a sword, then casting the spell on a target thinking of a doll more than an inch away from the sword would give them an opportunity to block with a sword of their own, but not their fists or armor. Should the sword be within an inch of their neck, the part of the sword within an inch will appear an inch from the doll's neck. If it's strong enough to cut through the doll, it will continue through and appear to all watching that the sword has gone through the neck of the assaulted without them being harmed.
  But in fact there is nothing distinguishing the sword being swung at the person from the person being swung at the sword. So, if the target touches anything, they won't feel resistance, but they will cause basically infinite force between the thing they are touching and their target, so the thing they're touching will move away from them or their target will break. If the thing they're touching is the target, it will just be normal (no random black holes ok).
  
  
  [Charm|Blameless]: Saying things like "It wasn't my fault! He did it!" is unreasonably convincing, even with clear evidence to the contrary.
  [Charm|Healthy]: Poisons, diseases, cold, paralysis, and the like affect him less than others due to his great metabolism and healthy lifestyle.
  
  Weaknesses:
  [Bully]: He's just a total jerk. You can blame at least part of this on his Grace, but it's more than that - he has a terrible personality and likes to prey on the weak.
  [Unexceptional Strength]: He's actually quite strong, but relative to the other's at the academy, quite lacking.
  
• 
  Hobbies: Cooking, Running, Exercising, Kicking puppies
  Quote\s:
  "Of course I'd have to teach you a lesson - you shouldn't have looked at me that way."
  "It's a sweet deal for you. Money, and your family stays safe."
  "Nothing has any meaning, in this worthless world." <- so edgy wow
  
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[HighSanguinaryPriest]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Eberron
Aliases: The Inventor, Grave Robber, Dark Apostle, and "That Evil Bastard that pissed in my ale"
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bi
High Concept: Eberron is one of those guys who is evil for the sake of being evil, and not just regular evil like burning down the orphanage and gunning down the children as they flee; but subtle evil, like cursing the throne of a tyrant king that turns makes him impudent, or putting small holes in the life boats.
Backstory: Eberron was the apprentice to a Tinkerer. Before that, he was abandoned as a child by his drunkard father. The man thinking the young boy would die on his own, would be in for a surprise later on. Abandoned on a small island off the coast near Stormcrest, the young boy wept and screamed for his abusive father to come back. For three days and three nights, the young boy begged and prayed to whomever was listening. It was on the third night when he received a response. From the mists, bathed in moonlight, a dark figure appeared, it's body shrouded in shadow and fog, glided over the surf. He had felt the boy's pain. His anger, and betrayal from his own kin. In a whisper, the dark form spoke, offering Eberron aid. But that wasn't all he offered. The shrouded being offered him power, secrets, and most of all, vengeance. But in return, he had to serve. Alone, cold, and hungry, the boy accepted wholeheartedly, and the being took his hand, branding him with a dark mark. Pain lanced through the child, and he passed out. When he awoke, he was warm, and was by a roaring hearth. A man was beside him and told young Eberron, he would be serving as his apprentice. For years the child studdied, worked and tinkered. Studying when he had time, and always imagining what he would do to his father when the time came to enact his vengeance, while the dark being would whisper secrets to him in his sleep.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor:

• An alchemically reinforced coat and vest,
• an arcane revolver,
• an arcane repeating rifle,
• a saber made up of an unknown alloy of his creation able to cut through spells,
• and a profane athame/ritual dagger made from finely crafted obsidian and anointed in the blood of traitors.

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Books on metallurgy and alchemy,
• a Possessed mechanical golem in the form of a tiny unicorn (3ft tall) named
  Spoiler: Sweetie

  
• ammunition,
• spare parts/junk,
• Tinkerers tools

Skills & Abilities:

• Metal working (
  Spoiler: Special Alloys

  White Alloy: Mithril 25%, Platinum 15%, Silver 35%, Tungsten 5%, Iron 10%, Carbon, 2%, Manganese 8% (Like the name suggests, the material is an alabaster white color. Light, strong, and extremely resistant to corrosion, perfect for making golems and mechanical parts. An alloy of Eberron's invention.)
  
  Archonallid Alloy: 25% mithril, 20% void iron, 15% Moonstone, 10% silver, 10% mercury, 8% aluminum, 5% manganese, 5% tungsten, 5% carbon, 2% ???? (Like white alloy, this material is lightweight and extremely resistant to corrosion. Unlike the previously mentioned alloy, Archonallid is void black in color, with veins of glowing blue that thrum with power. The alloy is also extremely strong and has a powerful nullifying effect on spells and charms, yet takes to enchantment like a Siren to sailors when inlaid with runes. Only Eberron knows the recipe and the last ingredient needed to create such an alloy.
  ),
• alchemy,
• marksmanship,
• stealth,
• swordsmanship,
• and Inventing

Spells & Magic:

• Whispered Secrets (Blessing/Covenant: The Dark One whispers secrets arcane, forbidden, and Personal for Eberron's faithful service)
• Shroud of the Dark one (Blessing: Envelopes him in shadows and causes folk to not notice him),
• Artifice (Ability to create magical items and mechanical automatons)

Weaknesses: holds a grudge, No moral compass (The means justify the ends)

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: creating and testing new gadgets (Typically on people that earned his ire. but nothing lethal), plotting the fall of his enemies/rivals, and brewing
Quote\s: "Morality is a word used by those in power for justifying what they deem is and is not acceptable", "Do you really wish for me to be your enemy?", "Evil is a relative term"
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[Kobe Nathan Wade]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: William Kidd
Aliases: The Boy Captain, The Little Squid
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: Lightweight fighter feels like a heavyweight.
Backstory: William was born in squalor, as many sailors are. At fourteen he joined a crew of privateers, and rarely saw the deck at first. He did the cleaning and the washing for six months straight before anyone put a rifle in his hands and told him to sit in the crows nest. He started as a sniper like most young men to get a feel for the battlefield, and after a particularly bloody skirmish when he saved the captain's life with an impressive shot across the decks of three Spanish galleons most of the crew actually learned his name. As he was ingratiated further they found the young spry lad had a talent for wrestling earning him the nickname: The Little Squid. Before long he was a gritty pirate at the age of fifteen who could make a grown man flinch at a fist despite his soft features. This irreplaceable talent on the battlefield coupled with his quick wit and talent for negotiation got him to raid party leader in almost no time at all.

One day, however, the original captain of the Adventure Galley was run through the back by a cowardly rival's cutlass. In a rage Kidd disarmed the man singlehandedly, wrestled him to the ground and choked him to death with his jacket collar. While this earned him the rank of captain as voted on by the crew, his Coalescence would come sometime later.

Many a tale has been passed around below the decks of quiet ships at night of their ghostly counterparts which roam the seas with only one objective; to add to their undead crew. On one such moonless and foggy night on the open sea, the crew of the Adventure Galley were swapping ghost stories themselves when the stuff of nightmares was suddenly passing their own ship. A crew of skeleton pirates as cold and silent as the grave itself. The flesh that still clung to their bones was green and it's smell wafted over the few yards of ocean between their black ship and the one of the living. These pictures of hell lazily began throwing their grappling hooks over to board, and no matter how many ropes the men cut a dozen more seemed to plant themselves. Then came the boarding bridges. Once the creatures made it over their many rusty and jagged cutlasses tore through the crew impossibly easily like hot knives through butter. Kidd could not watch as his brothers were slaughtered and of course jumped straight to the front of battle.

They say that that night, not a single undead soldier laid a finger on Kid, as if he were protected by some unseen force. He remained unmovable like a mountain, and slashed with the intent of a destroyer god. All who approached him were ground into dust in his wake. In the morning not all had survived, but those who did sang his praises far enough to reach the halls of the Naval Academy. Kidd had always admired the legendary headmaster Lung Feng Zao personally, and of course jumped at the chance of admission. His newfound grace from the god Aegis ensured his place on that path.

PHYSICAL
Appearance: Kidd is boyish, and pretty. He could be mistaken for a woman on his facial features alone, however his muscle mass would quickly change any speculative opinions. It is true he is wiry in nature, but that has never stopped any combat athlete from cracking jaws or breaking arms in the past now has it? He is 6'2" and 175lbs, with chin length brown hair braided in a couple of places.
Weapons & Armor: While he used to prefer a standard pirate's cutlass and flintlock combo, he claims ever since earning his grace that these things get in his way. Now he only wears his blouse, vest, slacks, boots, and bandana, as well as two tempered steel bracers on his forearms extending to the back of his hands.
Items & Personal Belongings: Nothing of note, a true vagabond.
Skills & Abilities: Kidd is exceptionally strong for his thin frame. He is also a high class wrestler and submission grappler, learning on the decks of ships and learning how to wrestle strongmen at side shows through little coaching and a lot of trial and error, he specializes in overcoming bigger opponents. He is also quick witted and well read enough to hold conversations with nobles, as well as a top notch negotiator from his time as a captain and raid party leader.
Spells & Magic:
Grace

Aegis, A Shield to The Weak - A boon granted to William by the god Minerva when he disregarded his own life to save his brothers when their ship was assaulted by otherworldly enemies. The magical ability encompasses his whole body, but only extends it's effect about an inch and does not extend to allies. This effect robs all incoming physical objects that come in contact with William of their momentum, reducing punches to mere taps and stabs to paper cuts. This is not a total catch all, however. The grace does not block energy based attacks, magic or psychic spells, or even make him impervious to being cut or stabbed. Should someone lightly press a knife to his throat and pull it from ear to ear he could be cut open. It is only initially effected upon impact by Aegis, and then after the initial taking away of the force can the blade or point be used to puncture. It simply means that William would have a moment before he were punctured to prevent this, but if he could not stop the advance after this he would surely be run through.

Ex: Imagine a spear is thrust at William, and his ability stops it when it comes into contact with his skin. If he then grabs the spear attempting to move it away from himself, but the enemy he is facing is much stronger than the captain, he would be run through when the enemy continued to push AFTER coming into contact with William's body initially.

Birdsie (obviously only birdsie can approve this edit, but I'm tagging you Silver Wolf to see if this description covers what you were pointing out in the OOC. Lmk what you think on that page if you don't mind.)

Charms

Weight of the world - Through use of this charm William can increase his mass by twice his actual weight. This way, even though he does not grow larger, he can weigh up to 350lbs. Useful for if you don't want to be moved, or if you need to throw a larger opponent. This move can also be used exponentially to stack the effect, but after three times will all but exhaust the user of findross and they will need a good lay-down

Vice Grip - This charm makes the grip of William nearly impossible to break for a mere human, this way if he grabs onto his opponent he is sure to not let go.

Hammer Throw - This charm allows the user one burst of cyclopean strength. The user could throw, push, or pull one object of incredible magnitude going up to 750lbs!

Weaknesses: Has absolutely no defense or knowledge of magic whatsoever, completely inept on the subject. Much too confident for his own good. Tries to think things through, but can often miss large details.

FLUFF
Hobbies: Plays poker/dice. Gambling. Chess. Any sort of game really.
Quote\s: "I'm about to give you the prettiest ass whooping you're ever gonna get."
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[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Name: Sweetie
Age: 6
Gender: Female
Race: Mechanical Arcane Golem

PERSONAL
High Concept: Sweetie is an adorable mechanical sociopath, always happy to help her creator.
Backstory: Sweetie is the culmination of three years of hard work and study. Her core (Heart/mind) was crafted from an unknown gem harvested from a fallen star, and with the aid of the "Dark One" was imbued with a virgin soul. For three years her psyche was in a dreamless state, unaware of the world around her, as her master and creator fashioned a body to house her core. Upon the completion of her chassis, a little unicorn, Eberron had placed her inside, and the young golem opened her eyes to see a warm, fire lit workshop, and her father standing before her in a state of wonder and pride. Because of her being a virgin soul, she had no knowledge of anything, and for the next six years she learned, and was improved upon, loving her creator as if a father.

PHYSICAL
Appearance: A Mechanical 3ft tall unicorn

Spoiler: Core

[/ATTACH]

Spoiler: Chassis

[/ATTACH] (Minus the rocket pods... for now)

Weapons & Armor:

• Armour: White Alloy Chassis (Mithril 25%, Platinum 15%, Silver 35%, Tungsten 5%, Iron 10%, Carbon, 2%, Manganese 8%)
• Armaments:
  Spoiler: Two Twin-linked Arcane Rotary Guns

  [/ATTACH]
  , Horn (acts as both a bayonet and arcane focus),

Skills & Abilities:

• Marksmanship
• Mechanics
• Tinkering
• Adorability
• Suppressive fire/siege
• Juggernaut
• Assistant
• Static Discharge (Taser at lower voltages, Tesla cannon at higher voltages and amps)
• Overclock (can enhance herself for a short time, causing her to emit higher voltages and temperatures. Use over a long period can cause her damage and make her shut down temporarily, aka pass out)
• Vent (Overclocking causes a lot of heat, so Sweetie is able to vent it off to rapidly cool. she is also able to direct it, creating a volatile blast of super heated steam)

Spells & Magic:

• Telekinesis
• Transmutation
• Destructive Gaze (Laser eyes)

Weaknesses:

• Young: Sweetie is only six years old, and has the demeanor as such
• Conductive: High voltages cause her to short out, and having a metal body makes her a literal lightning rod
• Magnetic: This can prove both a hindrance and benefit

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: Drawing, crafts, Assisting her master with projects, exploring
Quote\s: "Can I have a Hug?" "If the world will not love me, then it will learn to fear me instead!" "That is dumb. You're dumb. This whole Idea is dumb" "Can i shoot him Father?"
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[Reinhardt]

PROFILE

Name: Ayaka Azai
Aliases: Hound of Azai
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human

PERSONAL

Sexuality: Asexual
High Concept: Unhinged sole survivor of a supposedly extinct bloodline

Backstory: The Azai. A clan that held power and relevance in the world, with its members being known for their exceptional battle prowess. But that was ages ago, and the passage of time has left them in obscurity. In a desperate attempt to revive the clan's standing, the head has decided to subject all of its members to The Trial of The Nine Moons - a ritual that wipes out almost all of the clan's populace to produce exceptional warriors through a gruesome process.

But as soon as it was enacted, it all dawned onto the head that a terrible mistake had been made. Whether it was by his own, or the very whims of fate itself, Trial of The Nine Moons was set to twice its normal duration, and lasted for more than two years. During such time, those that were partaking in the ritual, both voluntarily and non-voluntarily, were locked in a chamber with nothing but themselves and lethal weaponry. There, they must fight to live. They must eat what can be eaten, drink what can be drunk.

The head had passed away without an heir by the time the chamber's doors were opened. And in that stench-filled darkness, only one figure stood - a young woman soaked in crimson fluid, the tattered clothes were not even enough to cover a quarter of her scarred and bruised body. The sole survivor of the Trial of The Nine Moons.

It took some force to take her out of the chamber, as the moment anyone took a step within the chamber's borders, she would immediately assault them like a rabid beast in a cage. Readjusting her to society was more troublesome than the former task, leaving the people who discovered the chamber with no choice but to send her someplace else.

With no specific place to belong, she was sent to Stormcrest - hoping that the academy lives up to its reputation and is able to tame the Hound of Azai.

INVENTORY

Weapons & Armor:

Hide of The Hound - A customized set of armor crafted specifically for Ayaka's use. Sturdy, yet light and unobstructive - perfect for a mindless murder machine.​

PHYSICAL

Skills & Abilities:

The Hound Knows - Ayaka's senses are heightened significantly. She can see in the dark better than most, she can pinpoint the direction of a subtle noise, she can smell the scent of blood from a few drops, etc.

The Hound Endures - Ayaka's endurance has been pushed to greater heights, allowing her to last much longer in constant action without taking a rest.​

Grace:

Armaments of Savage God-King - The ability to project any weapon existing within the current timeline whether it be from the past, present, or future. These weapons are considered to be lesser divine artifacts, allowing them to strike any target regardless of the target's nature. Alongside this ability, Ayaka gains knowledge of how to utilize the projected weapon at an adept level, which can eventually be raised to that of a master's, given time.

When these weapons are broken, they disappear and return to their time and place without any changes to their original form before they were projected.​

Charms:

Become The Weapon - An automatically activated charm that modifies the parameters of Ayaka's body to suit the weapon(s) she is currently wielding. (E.g. If the weapon is a greatsword too heavy for most, her body adjusts to allow her to lift and swing it with ease.)

Trial of The Nine Moons, Second Act - The last resort used way too often by Ayaka. It pushes all of her capabilities beyond the limits for an amount of time as she goes all savage and attacks anything and everything that she considers to be a target. It ends if she runs out of stamina and findross, or she no longer has any target to strike. Once ended, her consciousness immediately fades until she has taken the appropriate amount of rest, which depends on how long she has gone berserk.​

Weaknesses:

What are Questions? - Ayaka is extremely prone to act first, then ask questions when all is done - if there is still someone left to ask, that is.
The Hound Hungers - Ayaka is left unhinged as a consequence of surviving the Trial of The Nine Moons. She has no control over her violent tendencies.​

FLUFF

Hobbies:

- Eating​

Quotes:

"Graaahhh!"
"Enough talking!"​

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[Reinhardt]

PROFILE

Name: Lan Xiang Huang
Aliases: Lan, LXH
Age: (Undisclosed)
Gender: Female
Race: Human

PERSONAL

Sexuality: Omnisexual
High Concept: The "best" teacher in Stormcrest (probably)

Backstory: Privileged from birth alone, that is Lan Xiang Huang's origin story. Her mother was the head of a conglomerate business that kept on steadily dominating the markets in her home city. Her father was a government official with a strong reputation and a web of connections. She grew up having her desires sated, and as such, she perceived the world did not revolve around her, rather that it was made for her.

She swiftly climbed the social hierarchy at a young age, and joined in many heroic expeditions, specifically of the Realm's Navy. She has seen and encountered Lung Feng Zao way too often that there numerous rumors and theories were made with regards to the two - none of which were ever proven to be true, unfortunately. Nobody knows why, but she chose to become a teacher at Stormcrest Naval Academy.

Those who bear witness to her using her graces always wonder how she has gotten them, to which she always gives the same answer proudly.

"I was simply born with it."

INVENTORY

Weapons & Armor:

Garb of a Thousand Flowers - Lan's attire. While it has no actual use in the battlefield, it helps emanate her charismatic radiance to a more vibrant degree.​

Items & Belongings:

Lan's Fan - A glamorous fan with intricate designs. Lan often uses it as a pointing stick, and sometimes as a whacking baton to punish the unruly.​

PHYSICAL

Skills & Abilities:

Undeniable Magnificence - Lan's charisma is exceptionally high, and it shows not only in her words, but also in her movements. Most would swiftly find themselves adoring her like a dog does to its master.​

Graces:

Sovereign Under The Golden Sky - Using the blessing of the Overseer of the Stars, Lan unleashes the cosmic power of a vigorous star, converting the area around her in a 20-mile radius into her own dimensional playground - where her word becomes the law which the world follows. Impossible occurrences become common if she so desires, and miracles happen with a simple flick of her hand. The sky is always riddled with stars in her dimensional playground, making it gold in color. This grace exacts a huge toll on Lan's findross, and can only be used once a day.

The Twin Stars From Beyond - With the blessing of the Lord of The Unseen Boundary, Lan can create a sentient copy of herself. Should the original Lan suffer a fatal blow, the copy takes it in her place. Lan's copy, while sentient, does not act on its own and shares the same mind and soul as the original, effectively having two genuine Lans. While this grace consumes findross very sparingly, it can only be done under a starlit sky, and as long as there is only one Lan existing - if there are already two Lans, it cannot be used.​

Charms:

Starglitter - Lan's high charismatic presence is further enhanced. Those without a very high degree of mental fortitude and self-confidence will easily be affected by her words.​

Weaknesses:

Non-combatant - While Lan appreciates the art of combat, she does not partake in it directly. She is essentially a walking target without a way to stand on her own ground.

The Star's Shadow - Lan holds herself in high regards, and in turn those that she is directly involved with. Tarnishing the reputation of such would shake her stature and possibly cause her to fall into unwanted predicaments.​

FLUFF

Hobbies:

- Hosting gatherings
- Excessive spending (which somehow doesn't even dent her savings)​

Quotes:

"Rejoice! I, Lan Xiang Huang, has arrived!"
"Zao! Have you seen the fishing boat I bought you? Yes? Good. You have my permission to thank me now."​

Theme:

 

[Minma]

Spoiler: Character Design

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Minma Gate

Aliases: Lynx

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual

High Concept: A assassin who takes on dangerous jobs for the art of death.

Backstory: Minma was born at home since his mother was one of those whose religion didn't allow help from hospitals. On the night of his birth his father, known as Griffin, was out on work so he wasn't home for the birth. Minma's mother, not having any help with birth shortly died afterwards leaving Minma a crying baby with his umbilical cord still attached.
Miraculously Minma survived this dreadful night, but to what extent? On the night of his birth a man, whose identify is still unknown since he covers it with a mask and uses an odd voice to speak, took Minma away from his home and to a cavern. Inside the cavern lied many desk, test tubes, beakers, machines unknown to man, and many more things a man of experiments would own.
Ever since he was a year old Minma underwent hundreds, even thousands, of experiments that modified his body different to that of a normal person. The masked man also taught Minma hand to hand combat and trained Minma to be exemplary in that and the use of any blade. Minma never attended school but it didn't falter his intelligent in the slightest. He could come up with solutions for promblems he faced in any situation. But he never once left the cavern and all his training on the so called outside world was done in a realistic simulation built by the masked man.
The masked man never told Minma the reason for this training or studying but Minma never questioned it because to him if was normal. It wasn't untill Minma was eighteen the masked man told Minma everything, about how he saved him, how he's been hiding him from the real world, and why he's been training him, but needless to say he mad himself sound like a hero. The masked man told Minma that he was ready to take on the world as an assassin, little did the masked man know, Minma has already made him his first target.
The next day Minma made up his mind and durning next days training he swapped out the plastic knife which they used as a stand in for a real blade, and actually grabbed a real one unbeknown to the masked man. He always looked up to his master but he lost all respect for him when he learned the truth. He ripped away any chance of a normal life for him and took away his freedom.
Durning training Minma managed to pin down the masked man (it was obvious Minma has approved so far as to now outclass his master) and when he was supposed to slice the next with a plastic knife, he did it with a real one killing his master right there. Minma held no regret in his heart, only anger.
Time skip a few years Minma has become a full fled assassin taking jobs big and small to make a living. He's managed to assassinate simple businesses up to kings of lands. He resides no where, living amongst the woods are abandon houses since his job requires travel to all sort of lands. He's made a name for himself being called "The Lynx" because of his ability to sneak up on his prey and kill without hesitation.



PHYSICAL
Appearance: Picture Provided
Weapons & Armor:

Spoiler: Sword

The sword rest on his back.

Spoiler: Dagger/Brass Kunckles

The dagger rest on the inside of his suit.
Items & Personal Belongings: NoneS
Skills& Abilities:

• Expert in taijutsu (hand to hand combat)
• Survival expert (can live off the land)
• Stealthiness
• High tolerance to pain
• Flexible
• Fast reaction time
• Can move at high-speeds

Spells & Magic:

Strictly taijutsu based fighting unless weapons are used.

Weaknesses: Never backs down from a challenge even If he knows it means death. Cannot be around science lab equipment or ptsd is triggered and he goes berserk.

FLUFF n/a
Hobbies: Train in taijutsu (usually on rock's or trees), mountain climbing to help with balance, hunting.
Quote\s:

• "If you want a job done, don't do it yourself. You'd be better off asking me."
• "The moment I made you my target, your sentence was sealed."
• "I don't necessarily need a weapon, and that's because I was born one."

ACCEPTANCE:
*If you receive a LIKE from ME, that means your character is ACCEPTED.

 

[LostHaven]

HELP ME

You wish to be a hero? Oh please, believe me, you are not prepared; impotence is too great a price to pay. Faust Windfallow

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• Name: Faust Windfallow
  
  Aliases: Archmagus of the Raven Mask
  
  Age: Who knows. He sure as hell doesn't.
  
  Gender: Technically male.
  
  Race: Elder Lich
  
  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  
  Role: Teacher of Sorcery and professor of Alchemy at Stormcrest
  
  Personality: Utterly absurd would be a good descriptor for this impotent skeleton. Faust holds little regard for rules, common sense, and whatnot, that makes one wonder who in the world ever hurt him. Often acts purely on whim, and extremely prideful, going to untold lengths to prove a point or win an argument. With him, it is not a question of 'why', it is 'why not'. Often laments his inability to copulate due to being a bag of bones.
  
• Sexuality: Possibly heterosexual, most likely asexual. Much must be sacrificed on the path to becoming an archwizard, after all.
  
  High Concept: P L E A S E. S E N D. H E L P.
  
  Backstory: An ancient 'hero', whose existence had been marked from the founding days of the Empire - possibly predating its existence. His motivation? Perhaps, the pursuit of knowledge. The lust for uncovering the secrets beyond the reaches of man? Ultimate power?
  
  In reality, Faust never cared for the attainment of knowledge, nor glory, nor anything of heroic proportions. His journey began with a bet with his girlfriend, whilst both were black-out drunk. She said that he, in his infinite idiocy, would definitely die before her, and thus Faust set out to prove the bitch wrong.
  
  You could say that his first grace was obtained after outwitting the Lord that reigns over all knowledge, Asteroth. However, the truth was far less flattering, and only the few at the event know of it. In reality, he had not 'outsmarted' a God, nor had he done anything of the sort to deserve recognition. It was a simple bet, a plain and simple game of cards, which Faust had won out of pure chance. Unable to discern the method through which he had cheated, Asteroth yielded and granted Faust a grace.
  
  Ultimately, through sorcery, he obtained that which he sought; a method to immortality. By binding soul to a physical object, obstructing it from ever passing to the world beyond, he became an undead Lich - any 'heroic' feats accomplished along the way were complete accidents.
  
  Technically, he still lost the bet because you have to die to attain Lichdom. He's still salty.
  
  Dude this is Faust, did you really expect a serious backstory?
  
• Skills:
  - Cooking is to die for. (Get it?)
  - Master of psychological warfare (Very good at annoying the absolute shit out of people.)
  - Enough curses to put Gordon Ramsay to shame (don't quote me on that)
  - Ungodly endurance, one of many perks of Lichdom.
  - Honour is worthless, will fight like a bitch.
  - Has a Ph.D. in Alchemy, gotta make narcotics one way or the other.
  
  Sorcery:
  Necromancy
  Dominion over death - Faust commands death and decay to lay waste upon foes, or raise undead to perform his bidding. It's free manual labour.
  
  Cryomancy
  Command of ice and everfrost, ice (and water) seems rather lame compared to other elements, but nothing spells dipshit more than laughing maniacally as you hurl barrages of weaponry made of ice at your foes, and occasionally blocking everything with walls of ice, negating any and all futile attempts at inflicting a single point of damage upon you. Can also summon blizzards, erect structures of ice, and be a general pain in the ass by creating extremely unfavourable environmental conditions.
  
  Arcane
  Manipulation of energy and space, the 'Arcane' allows the user to hurl bolts of 'pure' energy at targets, teleport, or create 'transfer gates' that allow for long-range teleportation.
  
  Graces:
  Arbiter of the World's Secrets
  His first Grace, granted to him by the Keeper of Secrets, Asteroth, after defeating the god in a game of blackjack, with Asteroth ultimately unable to discern as to how Faust cheated. Faust can understand and deconstruct any Grace, allowing him to counteract and cancel the abilities of Heroes, as long as an offering of Findross is given. The cost of Findross needed to perform this is equal to the amount needed to cast the Grace in question.
  
  The Void's Ravenous Hunger
  Blessing of the Unnamed Lurker of the Eternal Abyss, Faust is plagued with insatiable hunger - the Lord starves, and demands sacrifice. With each slain in the Lord's name, a soul is offered up to appease its hunger, and Faust's Findross capacity is increased permanently in exchange. Yes, it's infinite mana stacking. Somebody hand me a Seraph's Embrace.
  
  Reversal of Providence
  Invoking the blessings of the Immaculate Lord of Death, Faust creates an area of one-hundred meter radius wherein no life can exist. Any and all living organisms caught within the radius will die immediately without some form of protection, and the findross of all killed by this will be absorbed, causing the area to spread radially until Faust himself commands it to cease, or there is insufficient Findross to continue. The amount of Findross needed to expand is dependent on area, not radius. Hence, as the radius gets larger, it becomes harder to continue spreading.
  
  Charms:
  Invoked Insomnia
  Faust can cleanse a target of all tiredness and prevent the need for sleep for twenty-four hours. Completely useless on himself. Liches don't sleep to begin with.
  
  Weaknesses:
  Can't Melee Slapfest
  Faust has little to no expertise in close-quarters combat. Becomes rather predictable once in close-quarters range, and starts to back up to make space and continue spamming spells.
  
  Horcrux go crack
  Immortality does not come so easily. While his physical body is expendable, his Phylactery is not. The moment that vessel holding the necromancer's soul is shattered, his soul is immediately expelled from this world and finally dragged to the hands of death. So yeah. He may seem like he has infinite hitpoints, but he actually only has 1, lol.
  
• Profaned Codex
  A highly illegal grimoire detailing gruesome, horrific and certainly illicit dark magicks and heretical rituals. The book itself has the outward appearance of an old, leather-bound diary. Contents appear to be written in some code, or it may be terrible handwriting. It's probably awful handwriting. Like, the exaggeratedly cursive bullshit that not even an expert cryptologist could solve. The drawings are good, though.
  
  The Forbidden Texts
  A stash of bizarre texts written entirely in black and white drawing, showing all sorts of lecherous and outrageous imagery. It must be some heretical scripture. It has to be. Probably.
  
  Robe of Shifting Shadows
  An old, dusty black robe. Despite possibly centuries of wear, the robe is miraculously still of usable condition. Smells of old dirt. Whether or not this robe is actually enchanted is questionable.
  
  Phylactery
  A fancy gold amulet with Faust's soul shoved inside. Kept at a super secret location that only he knows. Actually, he's probably forgotten where it's kept too. He probably pawned it off somewhere for quick cash.
  
  Pancalibur, the Frying Pan of Promised Victory
  Why anyone would have a frying pan made entirely out of adamantite, nobody knows. Supposedly, eggs fried on adamantite is extra-delicious. This myth is yet to be confirmed.
  
  Raven Mask
  He thought it looked cool. He still does. Even if it's impractical as fuckall, and obscures vision.
  
• Hobbies:
  
  • Handing out narcotics to students
  • Being a general nuisance to the teaching staff. He replaced a teacher's tea with a toxic slime once.
  Quote\s:
  "You seek the forbidden texts? Sure, meet me here tonight, at three, make sure nobody follows. Return them by two sunrises."
  "Being dead is great. No food expenses, and you don't have to ever set foot in a toilet. Only downside is that you can't ever bone anyone, or even feel an ounce of excitement. Trust me, it's not worth it."
  

 

[June Verles]

Knowledge will give you power and character will get you respect. Bartholomew H. Midas

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• Name: Bartholomew H. Midas
  
  Aliases: Bartholomew Howard The XVIII, the last true member of the Casa Del Midas.
  
  Age: 19
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Race: Human
  
  Alignment: Selfish True Neutral
  
  Role: Student
  
  Personality: Some could describe him as a calm, calculated young man. Others would describe as a plotting, cold blooded little bastard, whichever works for you really he doesn't seem to mind the free publicity either way. You'd be lucky to make him take off his magically augmented headphones.
  
• Sexuality: He is very attracted to power, but he isn't picky (Pansexual).
  
  High Concept: Magical Gangster boy with a devilish secret.
  
  Backstory:
  
  Bart comes from New Avalon, the highly isolated, corrupted to hell, magical powerhouse city. Almost everyone in there no matter their aptitude is capable of some sort of magic and even then they use items manufactured from one of the Corporations owned by one of the great wizard houses.
  
  Our lad was born as a son to one of these houses, but unfortunately unlike their name-sake by the time Bart was brought up House Midas lost much of it's Golden Splendour. Their assets spread about to rival Cadet houses who would rather focus on infighting than worrying about the other houses nipping on their territory.
  
  However that didn't bother him for much of his early life, until his close family would be killed in the civil war that plagued the house, a sub-family taking over the main operations and kicking him in the street.
  
  Now having to fend for himself would be difficult, if not for the fact that Bart had one last resort, his parents having passed their greatest secret and failure to them and the start of their demise.
  
  150 years ago the entire southside of the city, the main holdings of the Midas was overrun by a horde of paladins, destroying much of it in the name of obliterating heresy. Many thought this was a set up by other houses but Bart as the sole true blooded member of the family knew the truth, his great great grandfather had managed to pass through the veil of reality and contact one of the primordial, one of the most ruinous powers too. The Ebon Dragon. Left with no other choice he would contact him.
  
  Now, we don't need to get into the nitty gritty of what occurred after. In short, The Ebon Dragon knew everything that was going on and taught the boy the ways of sorcery and sooner rather than later he was left standing the only member of his family, the others finding quick unfortunate ends.
  
  The boy would start his own organization in the criminal underbelly and begin to steal from the great houses. But he's still of noble blood, so he decided to attend a foreign university for the sake of getting connections and powers.
  
• Skills:
  - Good connections.
  - Knows how to conduct himself to benefit himself.
  - Fancies himself a decent rapper.
  
  Sorcery:
  
  Old Magic and New Tech - The mix of primordial teachings and human ingenuity seemed to be quite effective, even at his young age the boy can use his "magical implements" (the guns) to a great effect. The SAMM93( Semi Automatic Magic Manipulator, the number is the amount of researchers who died in production) is used for small scale spells, nothing more than the power of bullets come out of it.
  
  Then is the thing he hides underneath his coat, the HPMA2000 (High Power Magic Armament) is a large barrelled rifle, that allows him to cast powerful show ending magic. Unfortunately it's a quite hefty cost, he can only use 5 shots of the bastard unless he wants to make it the HPMA2001.
  
  Grace:
  
  The cracks between the cracks: In simple, the Ebon Dragon's blessing allows Bart to opens seams in reality. Nothing big, ranging from microscopic to about the size of his body. But they're quite useful.
  
  The smaller holes he uses to hear and listen to the secrets and rumours of the world, while the bigger holes work as nothing else but teleportation portals. The range of these depends on the size, the furthest from him they can appear is about a kilometre if he really focuses on nothing besides it.
  
  Charms:
  Basic strengthening
  Nuff' Said.
  
  Weaknesses:
  Not exactly Goliath, just close the distance if you want to slap him behind the head.
  
  
  
• Aforementioned Magical Implements
  
  Self Cleaning Clothes
  
  High fidelity headphones by Sorcerer Erd.
  
  A case or two of pixie dust, fairy powder. To share with interested students.
  
  
• Hobbies:
  
  • Handing out narcotics to students
  • Handing out his mixtapes.
  • Being a nosey bastard.
  Theme\s:
  
  

 

[Epiphany]

Name: Isilme
Aliases: The Heart-Wrought Dreadnaught, Aphrothelle the Undying, the Ninth Sainted Sister
Age: Even she doesn't know anymore
Gender: Female (when relevant)
Race: Welllllll...

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Herosexual
High Concept: A long forgotten myth returns to teach the people of today
Backstory: The return of Lung Feng Zao to the Stormcrest Naval Academy last year brought massive changes to the institution whose faculty and curriculum had drifted somewhat in the century-long absence of its old Headmaster. By the time the doors opened once more, Isilme was a member of the staff.

PHYSICAL
Mortal Appearance: Tall, with pale white hair cut stylishly short. Her expression has a resting default of 'stern reserve', which can make any display of emotion on her part seem surprising. Her voice is a low contralto, suited for sonorous operatic performance or carrying an order across a battlefield with equal facility. It's impossible to place her accent but it's plain the prevailing languages aren't her first language.
Ship Appearance: An ancient, imperishable vessel of indecipherable design. White jade and orichalcum are the prevailing color themes, with translucent amber adamant providing windows and portholes. Her armaments only vaguely resemble any recognizable naval weaponry. Her hull bears equally ancient battle damage that's plainly never been repaired. Walking her decks is a curious blend of fantastic opulence mixed with the funerary sobriety of a graveyard.

Weapons & Armor: She wears a uniform of plainly military make, although its composition and adornments don't match any modern or ancient Realm navy. It's immaculately white with gold accents and resists damage and dirt with equal indifference.
The Sunset of Autumn's Ending: This ancient relic appears wrought of orichalcum and is inscribed with runes in a long-forgotten language. Drawing it unleashes not only the blade but an eerie dissonance of bells that ring forth in an endlessly repeating, endlessly iterating pattern. Anyone who consciously listens to the bells will find magics carried by sound have no hold on them. If the artifact bears any other powers, they are as mysterious as the writing on the blade.
Items & Personal Belongings: None in particular

The Student Sutra of the Unleashed Maiden

Once there was a Maiden
Who looked at the heart of her life,
And found it looking back.
Unsatisfied, she reached inside her soul.
No matter how much it tried to run,
She caught hold with both hands,
And came face to face with herself.

Skills & Abilities:
• A matchless martial artist, proficient in a dozen styles no one's ever seen.
• She wields her sword with the ease of a thousand battles.
• A peerless navigator, so long as she can see the stars.
• Immensely knowledgeable in things no one else knows or remembers, while being largely oblivious to things everyone else grew up with.

Spells & Magic: Isilme is possessed of certain unique powers, some likely owing to Coalesced Graces, others distilled into Charms and in several cases possibly Sorcery.
• Superlative Quicksilver Shape: While possessing a human appearance as Isilme, she prefers the form of the Heart-Wrought Dreadnaught, an ancient and immense battleship. She's also capable of turning into other objects but can't or just doesn't hold those shapes for longer than an hour or so. Transformation is preceded with a faint white flash (with obvious stealth implications) and is nigh-instantaneous. She's either incapable or disinterested in taking the form of any person or animal, which suggests (but doesn't prove) that the white-haired woman Isilme becomes may be her true shape.
• No I'm Not: Isilme can becomes entirely unnoticeable to all trying to find her. Not only can they not see her, they cannot discern her presence from the world’s reactions. They cannot notice people talking to her or moving around her, or the ripples she makes swimming in a river. Everyone else may notice and interact with the character as normal. An act of immense will or the invocation of certain mind magics may allow a character to perceive the nature of this power for a moment, but not breach it. The only way to find her requires no magic; only extraordinary mundane self control. This requires an ongoing effort on her part, as well as concentration, making it impossible to use in battle.
• No You're Not: When in battle or simple conversation, Isilme can bar a participant from retreating. Invoking this power requires physical contact, be it her blade catching a fold of cloth or her foot stomping down on their foot. While generally invoked as a way to halt momentum, its effects can negate flight or even teleportation. Its duration is mere seconds, however, requiring subsequent activation against a determined adversary.
• No I Won't: Isilme can amend magically imposed mental influence with additional conditions, generally allowing her to ignore them as impossible. Ongoing mental influence requires ongoing findross expenditure from her, making it possible (if unlikely) to outlast her.
• No You Won't: Anyone who spies on Isilme realizes she's already aware of them and is watching them back, regardless of any behavior on her part. It's difficult to say if she becomes supernaturally aware of attempts to spy on her or if she reflexively makes the spy supernaturally convinced she's aware.
• Blood of Hierarchy Awareness: With a glance and a conscious effort, Isilme can detect the most important social tie a target has to another person, based on the target's perception of what matters most to them. When with more than one person, she can reflexively intuit familial and hierarchal relationships among all those present, ranging from where they stand in a chain of command to who is related to who.
• Peerless Force: Less a Charm than a collection of Charm (or Charm-like) effects, Isilme can invokes her Heart-Wrought Dreadnaught nature for situational use. She can be as hard to hurt as an ancient warship's hull, amplify her weight to resist knockdown, and apply that Dreadnaught's forward momentum to her human frame, letting her smash through doors, stone walls and furrow earth.

The Elder Sutra of the Unleashed Maiden

One day, the Maiden looked at her face,
And saw that time marched against it.
But no enemy would be denied more than death.
So she rebuked its authority,
And when she could no longer fight,
She smiled in victory.
Time caught the wrong Maiden.

Weaknesses:
• Almost entirely unaware of the modern world, its geography, religions, cultures, regional histories and so on.
• Reflexive adherence to hierarchy; she obeys orders from recognized authority figures and never breaks a law that she's aware of.
• Lonely.
• Sees the best in what a person can be and is largely unaware of or dismissive of the personal failings of others.

FLUFF
Hobbies: Sailing, weather watching, match-making, kintsugi.
Quotes: "If you embrace your virtues and kill your flaws, you can become great". "When faced with untenable alternatives, you should consider your imperatives."
Theme:

Spoiler: Fugitive of the Judoon has the mystery and energy that makes me think of Isilme

 

[Azure Sky]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Maverick Kenzo
Aliases: Blank
Age: 28
Gender: male
Race: human

PERSONAL
Sexuality: heterosexual
High Concept: Single-minded, simple-minded, kind-hearted sculptor and hot chocolate connoseur.
Backstory: Maverick's isn't a story of greatness. He was not born into a wealthy, prestigious family, he was not a genius in any way, and he was not born with any special skill or ability. He was a simple young man, living a simple, poor life with his mother and grandparents. Since young he had been fascinated by two things: sculpting, and the delicious hot chocolate that both his mother and grandmother could make, a recipe that had been perfected and passed down through generations. With the occasional self-defense tips and tricks his grandfather, former foot soldier, tought him.

With his mother's body growing frail and sick, Maverick took it upon himself to become a bread winner at an early age. Any job, be it fishing, cleaning, assembly line, or construction work, he'd do it. In his free time, he'd tender to his mother, experiment and fail with how to improve the family hot chocolate recipe, and also... sculpt. It was his greatest joy. At night, when everyone was asleep, he'd spend a couple of hours to sculpt. Any feasible material he could get his hands on, he'd try to sculpt. It would be a sculpture of people he met, animals he saw, or an interpretation of stories he'd hear. Sculptures he would give away for free in the village. The simple joys of a simple man. He was born rather poor, but he was happy. He could work, he could care for his mother, he could sculpt, and he could drink the best hot chocolate that has ever graced humanity. He was satisfied. As long as his family was safe and happy, he would gladly not wish for anything more.

His mother unfortunately passed away by the time he reached 18. His grandparents a few weeks after. Struck by grief. He was left alone. The feeling of emptiness within him grew stronger by the day. In an attempt to keep himself together, he sought refugee in his only remaining sanctuary: the state he was in as he sculpted. He gathered any material he could, be it something he did not need from his house, or something someone else had thrown away. And he sculpted, and sculpted, until his tears had run dry, until he could not scream anymore, until the night sky cleared and the full moon graced him with its light. He had finished it. A sculpture of his family, made with wood, clay and metal. He smiled as he fainted.

Shortly after waking up he'd discover his hair had gone white and he felt different, yet he could not really explain how. He would later find out about his Grace, and subsequently decide that he still had a purpose to serve. He could not save his mother from sickness, or his grandparents from grief, but he could at least use his new found powers to save other people.

And maybe create the greatest hot chocolate recipe of all time.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor:

• Chiesel, hammer, and sculpting blade- items he can materialise as part of his Master Sculptor Grace
• A wooden sword created using his grace- can clash with the strongest of weapons, even hold its own against legendary ones.
• A pair of sabbatons and grieves- Maverick was thought that a man is "a pyramid turned upside down" referring to the fact that their legs are the biggest weakness. It offers him some degree of protection, without sacrificing his mobility.

Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them.)
Skills & Abilities: sculpting, all forms of housework, cooking, fishing, hand-to-hand and armed combat proeficiency, a strong body, can make amazing hot chocolate (mother's recipe)
Spells & Magic:

• Grace: Sculptor- he can summon a multi-purpose, shape-shifting chiesel, a hammer and a sculpting blade that he can use and which will give special properties to any creation made out of stone, wood, metal, clay, ivory, plaster, or a combination thereof. The utensils themselves have the status of legendary items, and the items that can be made are either powerful weapons, or sculptures that generate protecttive barriers, with strength and range varying depending on size, quality, and materials used, within which only he can decide who can enter, and which cannot be brought down by a normal person/item/weapon. Even if a creation is taken from him, Maverick can inflict the power of copyright™ upon the thief(s), making the item normal in their hands. The items he summons for sculpting can only be used by him.
• Charms:
  • Hair Style- can greatly strengthen and manipulate his own hair.
  • Kinetic vision- can enhance his vision to perceive things that are normally moving too fast.
  • Powerburst- short-term physical enhancement to allow quick outbursts of power, for a limited number of supernaturally fast and strong movements/attacks.

Weaknesses:

• Limited by the materials at disposal, as well as the time needed to sculpt.
• He is a simple man with simple skills, and very straightforward in his approach; those aspects can be easily turned against him.
• While skilled in combat, he is by no means a master, or incredible in it.