Fantasy Of Dead Stars [CS]

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Credit to Juju for CS format

 

[seasonedcat]

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• overviewname: Atwen Cahltor
  age: 23
  species: human (eldritch contract)
  origin: unda da sea (Sea of Sapphires)
  gender: male (he/they)
  sexuality: homosexual
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• appearanceappearance: a pair of sunken eyes, deep with bags, stands out against his pale skin. His dull black hair falls limp against his pointed and thin features, a body so thin it is akin to that of a corpse. His skin is void of warmth, seemingly infected by dark black at the tips of his fingers and toes that fades into his normal skin tone. His sharpened teeth almost push past his thin lips the same way his limbs never seem to fit into clothing. His tall body is hunched over with a bad poster that still towers over the average person.
  
  height: 6'3, 6'0 hunched
  
  weight: 100 lbs
  
  hair colour: dull black
  
  eye colour: ashy gray
  
  outfit reference: x
  
  body mods: a deep black along fingers and toes with slightly longer nails on his hands (reference), sharpened teeth that look almost animalistic
  
  scars: jagged scars around the center of his chest, two circular scars on forehead, deep scars on hand and wrists
  
  
• personapersonality: what is growing up? For Atwen, it is the day when he realized that no matter how good or innocent, the world around you would never care. No prince was coming to save him from the monsters that hid in the shadows. If Atwen wanted to live, he would have to save himself. So that's what he did, and that is what he continues to do. He has accepted that no one around him will ever help him and expects nothing but the worst from people. He prioritizes himself and won't sacrifice things for others. He is rude and sarcastic, insulting others without blinking an eye.
  
  he has become numb to violence and doesn't usually blink his eyes at atrocities. Despite this, he does take a large dislike to those who abuse the weak but usually shows this by blaming the weak for not being strong enough. He takes pleasure in ending these powerful people, not that he would ever say this. He avoids anything that would make him weak and trusts only himself. Relationships to him are transactions and are nothing more, existing only to gain something.
  
  personal strengths:
  honest
  does what is needed
  objective
  fair
  perseverant
  
  personal flaws:
  selfish
  sarcastic
  rude
  blunt
  closed off
  distrustful
  tsundere
  
  likes:
  
  • cats
  • sleeping
  • preserved food
  • painting
  • string music
  • flutes
  
  dislikes:
  
  • eating
  • being sick
  • running
  • fresh food
  • weak people
  • being weak
  • unda de water(being underwater/water above head)
  • fairy tales
  • ships
  • water
  • sick people
  backstory: the city of Creyva, was once great and strong, the plan for the future. Until the only way in or out was destroyed. Many different eldritch beasts preyed on these trapped souls, one of them being one only known as the plague. Infecting those trapped down under the waves, unable to escape the infection. Eventually, the city chose to close off the section of the city where the plague was. This saved the ones not infected, but for everyone still inside, it was a death sentence.
  
  Atwen was but a child when this happened. He watched those around him die. He watched the true depravity humans went to when they ran out of hope and when they had no more laws. As he lay on the street, with no way to walk home. In his tears, he begged anything to help him, no matter the cost. Something answered him, but at a cost. He gave his everything to the creature and was granted another chance.
  
  and so Atwen found himself outside for the first time, drifting in the waves until a passing ship saved him. The crew was the first people who died at his hands. He watched how they fell apart, just like all the ones from his home. For his kills, he was granted more days to his life. Impatient hands of a clock that he had to please to live. He spent a while on that ship until he could reach civilization again.
  
  from there, he spread his infections to villages and settlements, infecting those who stayed. With each kill, he was granted time, but it was only so long until another desire was craved. He was told to go into the rifts to spread the infection further. He could not stop until he was dead or the whole world was, and Atwen was not ready to die anytime soon.
  
  
  goal: to survive, no matter the cost
  
  
• abilitiesinfected blood
  the blood in his veins has turned black, filled with the sickness of this world. Those who come in contact with his blood are infected; the longer they leave the blood on their body, the worse it gets. He can not receive or transfuse blood as it rejects anything foreign, killing it, and his blood is toxic to anything living. Using too much blood leaves him light-headed and weak and will eventually kill him like any other person. Those who come in physical contact with his blood immediately hit stage one, and the area the blood hit turns black and burns(the black will slowly fade over time but will scar). Consumption of his blood will infect the person unless they find a cure/use magic/or another form of holiness.
  
  tormented earth
  to use his blood on a wider scale; he does so by surrounding an area in his blood that will create an infected region that will slowly infect anything inside, worsening the longer they stay in it. They will recover over time once they leave the area. The circle can be broken by destroying the circle where the creation point is. This is where the end and beginning of the circle meet and where he will offer a large amount of blood to activate it once it is made. A single bone will be placed where they meet; it is hard to destroy but can be with magic, great strength, or other forms of holy magic/worship.
  
  plague
  the infection that he spreads can affect all living things. The longer they are exposed to it, the worse it gets. It has several stages that include all the previous ones. (plants turn black and die)
  1. coughs, headaches, weakness
  2. chest pains, limb aches, fevers
  3. delusions, exhaustion, insomnia, thin skin
  4. extreme weakness, blood coughing, eye bleeding, vomiting, blood vomiting, black tinted toes and fingers(by death, it is pure black)
  5. paralyzation, seizures, shock, black blood, internal bleeding
  6. death
  
  white horseman
  with bones snapping, his body turns into a sludge of infection with sharp claws and animalistic posture. This procedure is extremely painful but has some benefits. He can move faster and is stronger in this, as well as apply his infection with skin contact and embed it in wounds with his claws. Though his chest is gaping, his ribs spread wide like an open jaw leading directly to his heart. He can partially transform his legs or hands, but it is still painful and can be used for practical fighting. While he uses this form, his skin feels like it is burning, and makes him feel like he has blood loss when he leaves the form. He can faint sometimes when this happens. He also sports a pair of bone horns made of ribs on his head. (some references: x X x)
  
  pact effects
  as a result of his pact, his lungs are poor, and he often coughs up blood, especially if he does physical activity. The food he eats often rots in his mouth unless preserved properly. As a cost of keeping himself alive/keeping the pact, he must spread the infection to people or work in the interest of his eldritch owner. He is immune to most poisons, all diseases, illnesses, and other ailments that enter his body as his toxic system kills outsiders. Can communicate with his eldritch owner in his head as well as it can show him illusions that only it can see. He can not live without his pact as he is at stage 6 of the plague.
  
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  • poison/disease immunity
  • can debuff people over time
  • fast
  weaknesses:
  
  • fragile
  • weak (in normal form)
  • often faces blood loss
  • must align self with eldritch owner
  • low stamina
  • can't swim
  • lacks formal education (struggles with reading, math, etc)
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  • painting
• inventoryarmor: n/a
  
  weapon: sacrificial dagger (right one)
  
  
  

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[jmann]

Sharktooth Jack

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• Overview
  Name
  James Thorne
  
  Alias
  Sharktooth Jack
  
  Age
  55
  
  Species
  Human
  
  Origin
  Sea of Sapphires
  
  Gender
  Male
  
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• Appearance
  Appearance A raggedy old man wearing loose-fitting clothes of his more youthful years. Unkept silver hair wraps his gaunt face. His right leg below the knee is a basic wood and metal prosthetic.
  
  Height
  6’3”
  
  Weight
  210 lbs
  
  Hair
  unkempt, slicked back, white-silver
  
  Eyes
  Weathered and squinty, piercing blue
  
  Body Mods
  Slightly filed teeth
  
  Scars
  Dozens of slashes and bites across his body, including one covering his entire body resembling dry earth.
  
  
  
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• Persona
  Personality
  Jack has gone through hell and back with the same grin he’s always had. While the bravado of his younger years have passed, he is nonetheless sure in his abilities to fight and lead others. Age has also given him a steadiness, knowing when to hold and when to fall back.
  
  While hidden under many layers of audacity and hostility, Jack sincerely cares for those around him, though he rarely knows how to healthily express it. Jack is cunning and observant, yet he isn’t afraid to let fists fly the moment he feels provoked. Such habits have lost him the trust of many of his peers, but only solidified his notoriety. No matter how smart he may be, Jack will almost surely pick his own ego over logic or reason.
  
  Personal Strengths
  - Confident
  - Honest
  - Brave
  - Leadership
  - Teamwork
  - Kindness
  
  Personal Flaws
  - Arrogant
  - Overemotional
  - Wrathful
  - Bigoted
  - Cruelty
  - Reserved
  
  Likes
  - Armaments
  - Ocean
  - Breezes
  - Hats
  - Children
  - Old-fashioned
  
  Dislikes
  - Wealthy people
  - Religion
  - Politics
  - Industrial fishing
  
  Goal
  Retire; Investigate gateways
  
  Backstory
  
  Spoiler: Part One: Cape Fortune

  In the fringes of the glistening Cape Fortune, there is a secret they hide like the plague. Poverty, plain though it may be, erodes the perfect image the city keeps. Down a back alley in the basement of a humid meat shop lived the Thorne family. Elton Thorne and Caroline Gibbs had lived there after fostering six children: Elton Jr, Finn, Annabelle, Ben, and twins Katherine and James.
  
  The Thorne family lived rough but they had each other. That was, until a certain nobleman Reginald Whitlock taxed the small businesses so heavily they crumbled and were forced to close their business. Elton refused to leave his home, however, arguing it had been his family’s for generations. That was, until he struck the officer sent to evict them and accidentally killed him. Elton was hanged for the act, and Caroline was imprisoned for “assisting” him.
  
  The children were separated and rehomed, except for the oldest, the twins Katherine and James being 17 years old, who were left to fend for themselves. Katherine retook her mother’s maiden name Gibbs to avoid attention, whereas James stubbornly held onto what little family he had left. The two stole and fought for what little there was to go around, always splitting their findings down the middle. Katherine’s sharp mind for business and mathematics started many ventures over the years, all of which were crushed by Whitlock's iron grip over the slums of Cape Fortune. James found he had a special knack with his fists, and earned his pittance in the secret fight clubs of the rich and stealing as much silverware as he could carry afterwards.
  
  James found himself on a whaling ship known as the Mayflower in his early twenties, keeping to his half-decade old promise and sending half of every pound he earned back to his sister. There he met a shipmate who went by Bartholomew Johns, it wasn’t his real name and he would go on to teach James that a name was far more than something one was born with. He toyed with the idea, but would not act upon it for years to come.
  Spoiler: Part Two: The Lockhall Conspiracy

  James sailed with the Mayflower for two years until he was 24, learning from Bartholomew the way of the corsair. He learned swordsmanship and the art of appearance, as well as how to hunt whales and avoid the great beasts of the deep. James let Bartholomew in on how Reginald Whitlock had destroyed his family, and Bartholomew introduced him to a group of likeminded cutthroats eager to put an end to anyone serving the high and mighty in Cape Fortune. Together they parted ways with the Mayflower and got to work on their scheme.
  
  Whitlock lived in the esteemed Lockhall Manor. A prestigious building with rolling fields of gardens that could feed a whole family, but went to waste. The group spent months working dozens of jobs and embezzling gunpowder in miniscule quantities and occasionally stealing munitions from guard posts where they could be easily resupplied without much attention. Bartholomew, who could switch in and out of personas at the drop of a hat, secured himself the role of a coachman for Whitlock after the previous driver was kidnapped by the crew and shipped away aboard a freight vessel. However, just when they were laying the final steps of their plan in motion, the officers caught wind and Whitlock was evacuated. What followed was a blur of rumbling hooves and the stench of sulfur.
  
  Bartholomew raced the carriage through the harbour with James hanging on behind, James was shot in the shoulder and fell from the carriage as Bartholomew alone rammed it into Whitlock’s ship, blowing it asunder and scorching the docks. James was blown into the water and later pulled up among the dead. Burnt, half-drowned, and bleeding, James managed to slip away and stow himself away on whatever ship wasn’t on fire. Little did he know he was aboard the ‘Crown’s Ire’.
  Spoiler: Part Three: The Death of James Thorne

  James was quickly discovered and interrogated, quickly realising he was on a hunter ship. James was put to work soon after, doing the grueling labour the others were happy not to. James scraped barnacles off the hull, stitched sails, swabbed the deck, and polished buckles. His ferocity and ambition to destroy the bullies of the world lended him credit on the ship, whose crew had all experienced similar hardships and found comfort in their mission.
  
  They spent several months in the hunt of a single beast known to the locals as Makasi, the Mad-Eyed Serpent. James, 26 at the time, was taught the basics of how to recognise a monster attack and its patterns. He was taught how to load a harpoon gun and fire a cannon, and where monsters were weakest. Hunting Makasi had become his life, and any day getting a step closer to finding it was a day well spent.
  It was the dead of night when the beast struck. A single glowing green eye was visible on the horizon. It was James’ first battle with a monster and was much different than chasing whales in his younger years. The serpent struck first and the battle was fierce. Cannons were fired and harpoons launched. Chains dragged the ship behind the serpent as they lobbed whatever they could, but after half a week of fighting, there were no chains to attach and no sails to follow. The Mad-Eyed Serpent had escaped and taken half of James’ leg with it.
  
  Weeks later, what was left of the Crown’s Ire finally drifted to land, with only a handful left alive. It was a place no sailor wanted to find themselves adrift. Dead Man’s Anchor. Whether an unfortunate natural occurrence or the doing of an evil spirit, dozens of ships were dashed against the rocks with no chance of sailing out. The island made a home for all manner of dangerous beasts with raging storms overhead almost constantly. James and the others made do with what the ship had left, living in the remnants of other marooner shelters whose owners had long since died.
  
  James clawed and fought for four years on that wretched island, he was forced to hunt and set traps, and how to wrestle great beasts taller than himself. He fashioned clothes and a shelter from pelts and driftwood. The others had not survived the violent days and even worse nights. On the dawn of his 30th birthday, made his escape. The validity of his story has been questioned, but he maintains the same story: he had fashioned a small sailboat tied to a giant shark that had fed on the rest of his crew. The shark and the wind pulled him off the island where he fashioned a bridle of old rope and seaweed over a juvenile whale and rode it far off down its migration cycle. What left the island was no longer James Thorne, but rather a feral man known as ‘Sharktooth Jack’.
  
  Jack had left the whales and sailed to what was then the pirate outpost of Hightide. The political landscape was violent and factionalist, dueling over any disagreement. Jack hadn’t been there a week before an invitation arrived for him from one Duchess Marjorie Baudelaire.
  Spoiler: Part Four: Bartholomew’s Revenge

  It had not taken the Duchess long to track down the sole survivor of the Crown’s Ire, nor did it take her long to realise Sharktooth Jack was not the name he was born with. The invitation ‘James’ received was simple: a dinner to discuss employment. Jack, never turning down a meal, and paid for passage to the Ivory Port with the rare pelts off his back.
  
  The entire port appeared to be under construction, with a simple sand beach on its way to be replaced by marble pillars a thousand feet high. Jack knew there was no way this would truly be constructed, the sheer cost of the resources for the port alone surpassed the entirety of Hightide, maybe even rivaling Cape Fortune. The dinner with the Duchess was extravagant to say the least. For a man who had lived on half-cooked meat he killed himself, his table manners left something to be desired. The Duchess’ proposition was to put together a crew and slay the beast with Jack’s knowledge of how it hunted. In return, she would get sole rights to the corpse and its Sapphire, and Jack would receive a generous cash prize. Jack refused most of the cash in return for employment for his twin, whom he had not seen since running with the Lockhall Conspiracy, as well as just enough to pay off a ship of his own and hire the crew.
  
  With a deal struck, he left to return to Hightide. He searched high and low for a crew of the most fearless, least-trusting, and with the fewest limbs. All of whom had lost something to monsters in the past and been left to rot on land. Instead of paying off the ship like he had agreed to, Jack instead headed for Cape Fortune. There, he knew a hundred ships would be sitting off the coast waiting for their owners to outfit them. Jack and his crew came in by longboat in the dead of night and made off with the biggest one they could find. He cared little for what the ship’s old name was, instead carving ‘Bartholomew’s Revenge’ on every surface he could find.
  
  From Cape Fortune, they sailed back to Hightide to outfit the ship using every last cent the Duchess had given him. A reinforced hull, double-barbed steel harpoons, iron spikes mounted to the mast, 30 cannons of various weights and a single 64-pounder long gun, the biggest armament Jack could buy on the black market. But Jack knew it wasn’t enough. He bought hundreds of gallons of whale oil for the final conflict.
  
  Jack hunted day and night for the Mad-Eyed Serpent, constantly training and honing his body for the fight ahead. It took months longer before they finally caught up to it leaving the fresh debris of an unknown ship. As before, it lunged for the main mast, the iron spikes sinking into its mouth and throat. Harpoons were fired and long guns readied. They were latched onto it for days, shooting all manner of shot into its thick hide. At one point it lurched around to attack and Jack ordered every drop of their whale oil be poured overboard. Jack ignited the oil and hundreds of feet atop the surface went up in flames. The beast writhed in pain and, distracted, Jack focused all efforts on the 64-pounder long gun, each shot shattering its scales and leaving gaping wounds for the first time. But it wouldn’t die. No matter how many times they shot it, it wouldn’t go down as the fires died out with time.
  
  Jack, desperate for victory over all else, loosed a sail and used the wind’s momentum to launch himself over the flaming sea and directly towards the Mad-Eyed Serpent. Harpoon in one hand, blunderbuss in the other, Jack landed perfectly into its open mouth and began cleaving at the insides. Though it thrashed and tried to escape, Jack managed to shoot out one of its eyes from the inside and cleave through its jaw. Two days passed and Makasi, the Mad-Eyed Serpent, slowed to a halt, drifting on the surface as eldritch ichor stained the water.
  
  The journey back to the Ivory Port was long and arduous, fighting off carrion-feeders and pirates looking to sell the meat on the black market. The hull of the Bartholomew’s Revenge had been burnt ashen yet still floated just as well.
  His crew celebrated in the waters, convincing the Duchess to share in some of the festivities. The Duchess was satisfied with their success and more importantly, they had a renewed contract for another hunt…
  Spoiler: Part Five: To Build A Legacy

  The next few years of Jack’s career were spent pursuing monsters and the occasional merchant vessel to spite the wealthy and finance their hunts. A reputation was building as a fearless hunter sailing an ash-black ship. Despite the introduction of the Safe Harbour Accords Jack refused their flags and remained loyal to the one person who provided him work at his lowest point. Besides, as she enjoyed reminding him, she had his sister close at hand and failure would not just mean punishment for him or his crew. Fortunately, Jack had the experience and the ferocity to rarely fail in his hunts.
  
  In his time, Jack came up against Khataur, the Doom Crab, a crustacean whose mere presence slowly flayed the skin (see scars) but was weak at the joints; Kridusa, the Dream Stalker, whose touch from one of a thousand tendrils permanently haunted the sleep; Karitar, the Terror Glow, a creature with a pseudopod that glowed such an alluring light, half of Jack's crew at one point or another attempted to leap from the ship. Suddar, the Island Eater, a fish-like creature of such gargantuan size it took two dozen ships in a three month battle to take down, and from which Jack lied, bribed and bullied his way into sole ownership of to promptly gift to the Duchess.
  
  Jack, however, grew reluctant to hunt these monsters over the years. Deep down, he respected the strength and passion of such gargantuan creatures, and as long as they did not cross paths with humans he was alright with admiring them from a distance. His feelings truly tipped over when he met Chubi, a monstrous parasite hunting others of its kind. The two found a kinship in their fight against injustice and have been inseparable ever since.
  
  At the age of 34, Katherine Gibbs announced her retirement. She had been afflicted with an illness and been granted the leave to live peacefully in the tropics. Jack used this to finally split off from the Duchess having grown weary of her manipulation. Jack turned his eyes to the future, thinking long and hard of what he would leave behind. Jack returned to the shantytown of Hightide and affixed himself in the local politics, using the Duchess’ generous rewards and his own stolen riches to gain favour in their courts. While Jack knew little of politics, he knew someone with a mind far greater than his own: his sister. Jack exchanged hundreds of letters with Katherine, with Jack being the face of a new wave of piracy.
  
  Katherine had him implement new laws of trade and fencing as Jack memorised letters in their entirety to help convince the bickering factions. According to Katherine’s scheme, a minor tax would be collected from every haul brought into Hightide and used to pay allied merchants to re-sell cargo across the cities. The plan was controversial to say the least, and Jack relied heavily on using his own muscle and money to secure the votes of the councils.
  
  Due to the secrecy of Jack’s affairs, it is difficult to trace exactly where his influence landed and who agreed out of their own interests. Regardless, he went about organising raids of royal outposts to line the Hightide coffers and support the city’s business. Jack conducted a handful of these sieges in his time at Hightide, taking as much as he could carry and leaving behind a message to make his intentions clear. Through hangings and executions, Jack made it abundantly clear that he was here to stay and Hightide was not to be trifled with. In the increasingly angered royal courts his message went unheeded.
  
  On the eve of his 40th birthday, Hightide was besieged. Imperial ships blockaded the harbour as longboats of officers beached and laid waste to the township. They hunted key pirate figureheads at the time, namely, 'Haunted' Jefford Cloven (executed), Waverley 'the Sparrow' Sutton (escaped, later returned to Hightide), Macie ‘Twice-Captain’ Bryce (arrested, later broken free), and lastly James 'Sharktooth Jack' Thorne. When the others had escaped or been captured, Jack knew he had to leave if they were to ever leave Hightide.
  
  As he had done many times before, Jack slipped unnoticed from the harbour, heading straight for Oyster Cay, where Katherine had retired to. Jack’s final adventure was to battle the warship sitting in the harbour and rescue Katherine from capture. Jack’s hunch was right: she had been arrested and forced to divulge his crimes and associates. Though it angered him, he could hardly blame her. Together they sailed until they had to part ways with the Bartholomew’s Revenge and head by longboat to the one place they would never look: Dead Man’s Anchor.
  Spoiler: Part Six: The Legend of Sharktooth Jack

  Jack stood by Katherine through her remaining days before her sickness caught up with her. Jack lived out the rest of his years feeling truly alone for the first time. He had never wished to drag his other siblings into his mess of a life, so he often felt as if it were only him and his sister left. Even the years they spent separated had only felt separated but never alone. Now, Katherine had passed, and Jack truly had nobody left.
  
  Jack spent his years refining his garden, growing all manner of herbs and tropical fruits. He decorated the beach with driftwood carvings and miniature sculptures. In a few months, Jack managed to plan and construct a sloop he was capable of sailing alone, carving in its side 'New Tricks'. It wouldn't last long at sea, but would get him to the nearest settlement with any luck and the right conditions. Jack never used the ship of course, but it soothed him to know he could leave again if his wanderlust ever grew too strong.
  Jack spent his evenings weathering the harsh storms and his mornings hunting foul beasts for meat. The introduction of a new predator had awarded him territory of his own where beasts dared not trespass.
  
  Jack spent summers exploring the deepest crevices of the island and winters building an ever-expanding shelter for the garden. Years passed. The passing of the sun became a thin line overhead as months blurred together. Fifteen years passed on that island before something changed. Jack couldn’t see or hear it, but he could feel the tides changing. The sky was a little less bright, and the birds chirped ever so slightly less. Fate had found Jack’s retirement and She had other plans in store.
• Chubi, Beast-BaneName: Chubi
  
  Pronouns: They/Them
  
  Species: Monster
  
  Personality: Chubi is a patient and methodical killer. They can be excitable at times, flittering through the air and dancing in their own non-verbal way. However, Chubi always comes back down to their old self, an intelligent hunter dedicated to eradicating monsters. Chubi despises others of their own kind and loves seeing violence befall living creatures. Chubi is intelligent enough to realise who can help or hinder their efforts and what sort of creature can be hunted at all.
  
  Abilities:
  - Parasitic Feed: Chubi requires blood for sustenance. They rarely care who dies in order to keep going, but they prefer the blood of monsters over beasts. Additionally, said creature must be alive for Chubi to gain any benefit.
  - Anesthetic Bite: Creatures challenging whales in size may not even notice when Chubi bites, as their bite delivers a powerful nerve agent preventing the victim from feeling it. Chubi can stay latched onto a creature for months before it's noticed.
  - Mind Meld: On Chubi's death, Their body would be recreated by the host every time. However, it would take weeks or even months for Chubi to find their way to the surface again.
  - Shapechanger: Chubi can take the form of any small creature it knows of, never exceeding the size of a medium dog or large bird. However, they prefer birds and can often be seen soaring around as a seabird.
  
  Backstory: Chubi was part of a hivemind in the tens of thousands who would weaken monsters or even swarm and kill weaker ones. Chubi was born mutated from the swarm, it was intelligent enough to realise all monsters were vicious creatures and hunted them with vitriol. On one of their hunts, they came across a human who helped them kill the monster. Chubi followed them with curiosity as they began another hunt. Chubi guided them to places they wouldn't see from their ship and in return, the ship would help them take down the monster. Soon, the lead human Jack would start feeding Chubi live fish in return for more common help. From then on, their partnership was solid as steel.
  
  
• Abilities
  Honed Beyond Human: Despite his age, Jack has trained his body rigorously from a young age with a carefully regimented diet and regular, intense exercise. Even then, Jack appears stronger than he has any right to be, seemingly a result of lingering magic from hunting eldritch beings. However, Jack can only hold this strength for a limited time, having grown weary in his old age.
  
  Terrifying Presence: Jack lets out a roar of primal rage, sending waves of fear and anxiety through the veins of all but the strongest of wills. Those who resist this ability are immune to it in the future.
  Hunter’s Instinct: Jack’s senses are perfectly sharpened to pick up on the most minute details that could mean life or death on the ocean, with eyes that see for miles and a nose that can trace the smallest trace. However, this also makes Jack vulnerable to sensory overload.
  
  Chubi, Beast-Bane: Jack’s companion, a small monster taking the form of a bird. It most commonly takes the form of a sparrow but can change into any bird native to the Sea of Sapphires. While possessing no other magical abilities, it helps Jack by tracking monsters for days at a time or spotting distant points of interest. If Chubi is killed, its conscious reawakens deep in the ocean and must find its way back, a task which can take months to complete. Chubi is sustained off of blood and must feed off live creatures in order to stay alive.
  
  Unique Strengths
  Brawling
  Marksmanship
  Sailing
  Swords
  Navigation
  
  Weaknesses
  Fatigued
  Unsteady right leg
  Chronic pain
  Restless sleep
  
  Skills
  Medicine
  Gardening
  Woodwork
  Banjo
  Accordion
  
  
• Inventory
  Weapons
  - War-Weathered Cutlass
  - 2x Flintlock Pistol
  - Flintlock Blunderbuss
  
  Other - On Person
  The miscellaneous items Jack carries on his person
  - 5 ammunition packages
  - Tricorne hat
  - Wood Chisel
  - Collection of wooden figurines
  - Gardeners trowel
  
  Other - On the New Tricks
  Whatever Jack keeps on his single-person sloop 'New Tricks' made of driftwood and old tarp
  - Old 4-pounder light cannon
  - Three 4-pounder round-shot packets
  - one chainshot packet
  - one grapeshot packet
  - 10 days salted rations
  - 15 ammunition packages
  - Fishing rod
  - Misc. treasure in a lockbox (buying power of $10,000)
  

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Art from Sam Hogg and CoupleOfKooks

 

[ThAtGuY101]

Spoiler: Bo Lake

Name: Bo Lake

Age: 25

Species: Human

Origin: cyberpunk world

Gender: Male

Theme:

Spoiler: Appearance

Appearance:

Height: 5'10" 1/2 ft.

Weight: 163 lbs.

Hair color: Red, short, combed back

Eye color: His left eye is bright purple(Glows in the dark) and his right is a regular bright blue eye

Body mods: Cybernetic eye. gorilla arms.

Scars: N/A

Spoiler: Personality

Personality: Bo is a cheerful, mildly charismatic guy at times. He's not particularly bright. He gets confused a lot. The things he doesn't understand confuse him and make him paranoid. He has a certain pragmatic approach to life's daily mysteries.

Personal strengths: he's a hard working guy that tries to get along with and help others.

Personal flaws: He's not very bright and prone to confusion and expecting bad things to happen

Likes: eating, fighting, sparing, drinking, wild women, friends, family, and good times. Also drunken karaoke.

Dislikes: He claims he hates 'F-ing corpo dogs', but he mostly just hates laziness, expensive booze, pranks, and staring.

Backstory: Bo grew up apart of the Vagaonds. The Vagabonds logo is on the back of his coat. Three red dots in the shape of a triangle. He has this symbol tattooed on his neck. Because he grew up a Vagabond, it's the only life he's ever known or cared about. He's never really thought much on the citizens of the megacities nor has he ever cared about them. Bo was seventeen when he joined the Protectors and took up the roll of Hitter. He spent four years as a Hitter. Guarding groups and occasionally getting in a few skirmishes. It was usually small skirmishes, but even the small ones were dangerous and required utmost caution. He learned that quickly when he witnessed one of hit fellow Hitters get shot in the side of the head. He wasn't close to the guy but it left an impact on him, that any minute that could be him too.

He spent four years as a hitter. When he was twenty-one he was given Seeker training and by the age of twenty-two he was out scavenging old buildings for valuables. It didn't yield much results but it was fun. They were also scouts. If there was a threat, the seekers were among the first to know about it. This was a rough job but he loved it. The improved gear, better training and stuff was very much appreciated. Like many Seekers and Hitters, Bo aspired to one day become a Watcher. One of the elite few and best amongst the Vagabonds. However after three years of being a Seeker, he understood he still had much to learn and prove before he could ever consider joining that rank.

Goal: For the most part, he never really had a goal. His goal is to live his best life and try benefit his clan, the Vagabonds. The vagabonds are his family and he travels around and takes things that will benefit them. His goal is the safety and welfare of his family, but also a good time exploring and adventuring.

Spoiler: Abilities

Powers
should include: ocular implants - allows the user to see better in the dark, enhanced vision to see further and see infrared.
description- bright purple eyes
limitations- he is limited to his field of vision
effective/ineffectiveness- effective in dark locations and identifying potential threats
Unique strengths - Bo is very skilled in hand to hand combat as well as staff fighting and has decent training in pistol and rifle marksmanship.
skills- Keen sight - Because Bo is a seeker, he has great experience noticing little details that would be otherwise overlooked, even under pressure.

Power- Gorilla arms
description- Mechanical arms that deal devastating punches, give slight improve to aim and give the user additional strength allowing the user perform tasks such as ripping doors open and other feats of strength the user otherwise would not normally have.
limitations- They are still limited to their arms length reach.
effective/ineffectiveness- effective at melee combat. It is most useful in pure hand to hand combat duals. It is least effective when dealing with ranged opponents.

Weakness;
- Vulnerable to magnetic attacks as his eyes, arms and armor have many metallic components
- Very susceptible to ranged attacks as his counter defense to this is limited to the environment he is in.
- Bo is simple-minded and struggles with problems that require higher thinking power

Self reliance - Bo has a lot of skills that allow him to be as self reliant as possible. He can cook for himself if needed. he can patch up small wounds on his own. More serious wounds may require assistance. He typically has a decent mind for traveling when lost and finding his way where he needs to go(usually) and is pretty good at handling stressful situations.

Spoiler: Gear

Armor: He wears Vagabond made armor. A vest made with various small plates and covered with cloth as well as a coat lined with metallic fibers and thicker plates around the shoulders, wrists, waist, shins, and feet.

Weapon(s): He carries a metal retractable staff that can be easily tucked away

as well as a vagabond ripper which is a pistol that fires volts of electricity which runs on battery packs that can be recharged. This weapon is best at close to mid range(30 or less ft). Not recommended at long range(50 ft+). It's not recommended to go over 10 shots a minute with a vagabond Ripper or over 15 shots a minute with the rifle, otherwise the weapon may overheat. Each vagabond ripper pack provides thirty shots a pack and the rifles have 50 shots a pack. battery packs can be swapped(unless your trying to use a pistol battery pack on a rifle or vice versa). An empty Vagabond ripper requires 45 minutes to recharge. a Vagabond rifle requires 50.

Other: Gorilla arms - techno arms from the elbows down designed to give hand to hand combat some extra hit. The user is stronger and can pull open some locked doors and slightly reduces recoil with his Vagabond Ripper.

Most of his weapons and armor was obtained and supplied to him through his fellow Vagabonds however he had acquired his gorilla arms during a successful raid of a bandit group that had been harassing his Vagabond Convoy for nearly two weeks. After a decisive blow against a raiding party, the Seekers along with a few Watchers launched a counter attack operation that crushed the remaining bandits and brought back the spoils of war.

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Pudica

• overview
• appearance
• persona
• abilities
• inventory

• 
  
  Overview
  Name: Pudica
  
  Age: 120
  
  Species: catfolk
  
  Origin: realm of legend
  
  Gender: female
  
  Theme:
  
  
• 
  
  Appearance
  Appearance: Pudica is a relatively short bipedal cat-person with pure black fur that covers her body. She wears a large robe made from giant leaves.
  
  Height: 2'4
  
  Weight: 41 lbs
  
  Hair color: black
  
  Eye color: bright yellow
  
  Body mods: -
  
  Scars: -
  
  
• 
  
  Persona
  Personality: Pudica is a curious little fellow. She goes wherever she pleases and has been doing it for 100 years. Is she just wandering aimlessly? Well, yes, she travels for travels sake unless she heard about something particularly interesting. She's a fan of bloody show so she can usually be seen seeing gladiator combat or even watching real war unfold from the sideline.
  
  Personal strengths:
  
  • Cunning
  • Resourceful
  • Assertive
  • Playful
  
  Personal flaws:
  
  • Snobbish
  • Sadistic
  • Manipulative
  
  Likes:
  
  • Tea
  • Meat
  • Mystery
  • Nap
  • Muscular handsome lion man
  • weedCatnip
  
  Dislikes:
  
  • Fish
  • Money
  • Noble
  • Iron
  • Ice
  
  Backstory:
  A catfolk who hailed from Feyrune Forest. Catfolks are naturally curious creature but Pudica took her curiousity a few steps further and combine it with a big dose of wanderlust. She was 15 when she stepped outside the forest for the first time, tagging along as a member of mercenary group who happened to be passing her home. For several years she went from place to place doing whatever the group was paid for, but eventually she realized that being led by the nose with money wasn't something she wanted to do. So she resigned from the group and would later joined a guild with similar premise but much more freedom involved: adventurer guild. She only needs to take a job every once in a while while she could take advantage of their facilities. When she heard of strange rifts suddenly appeared, of course she decided to heads towards the nearest one so she could see it for herself.
  
  Goal:
  Having a good life
  
  
• 
  
  Abilities
  Powers:
  
  • Green magic: Pudica's green magic can be generally categorized into three type
    • Manipulation: She can control already-existing plant-life around her. For her to use this the plant is either need to be at most 10ft away from her or Pudica and the targeted plant must be connected by another plant that is already in contact with Pudica as a means to transfer her mana.
    • Overgrow: Pudica force a plant to grow according to her will, this usually done with a seed but any part of a plant can be used for this. She must at least touch the targeted plant once. The plants would need energy to grow and it would take it from either the ground or Pudica herself.
    • Amplify: Pudica strengthen an aspect of a plant. Making a leaf's edge as sharp as razor, strengthen the poison produced, things like that.
  Unique strengths:
  
  • Agile
  • Versatile magic
  • Sharp senses
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Fire
  • Environmentally-dependent magic
  • Smol
  • Physically Weak
  skills:
  
  • Herbology
  • Medical aid
  • Catrobatic
• Inventory
  Armor:
  
  • A robe made from several living giant leaves. It can change its color and helps Pudica camouflage with her environment when necessary.
  Weapon(s):
  
  • A short wooden staff made from a fallen twig from tree of life. It's teeming with life energy and reacts really well when affected by green magic.
  • A wooden blowpipe.
  Other:
  
  • Sketchbook
  • Smoking pipe
  
  

 

[Simon Strut]

DISCONTINUED
Model NRV-3
​

• overview
• appearance
• persona
• abilities
• inventory

• 
  
  Overview
  Name
  Scholar Entity 48 of 318 [Formerly Research Entity 4 of 1042] Model: NRV-3
  
  Alias
  Referred to as 'NRV-3' for short by his creator, or 'Nerve' by human engineers that have taken a liking to him.
  
  Age
  8
  
  Species
  Robot
  
  Origin
  Midnight City
  
  Gender
  Not Applicable
  
  Quotes
  "I have concluded that you just stated what is referred to as a 'joke', a form of 'humour'. It is considered amusing, designed to make humans laugh, and often expressed in literature, speech or art. If you would like to learn more about humour, please refer to file 17-dash-T-dash-0184, under Sociology."
  
  "'Ha ha'. That is an exclamation. It is an expressive representation of laughter, often considered the appropriate response to a 'joke'. More specifically, a 'good joke', though in some cases 'bad jokes' also result in laughter. Refer to 'Pity Laugh'. Other examples include, 'Hahaha', 'Hee hee', and 'Ho ho', though they each have varying implications."
  
  Theme
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Appearance
  Appearance
  
  
  NRV-3 is a humanoid shaped robotic entity with an outer shell consisting mostly of titanium alloys, graphene and small amounts of silicon carbide, with Kevlar at the seams. Its faceplate can retract to expose a screen which is made of metallic glass. Visually, it has undergone many cosmetic changes over the years, but in the present, most of its outer shell is coated in dark grey paint, with some yellow accents. The LEDs on its faceplate can be used to understand its current 'mood'--the number of lights represents intensity and the colour has varying meanings. Blue represents all functions are normal, yellow represents it is processing new information, green represents it is storing or retrieving information, magenta represents systems are overheating, orange represents it has sustained damage, red represents immediate danger, and a single, blinking white light means it is in standby mode. Engineers can use the combinations of LEDs to run manual diagnostics on NRV-3.
  
  Its chest-plate, protecting its Organic Fuel Processor, is adorned with lights which can create holograms directly in front of it. This is useful for humans to have a visual 3D representation, when its screen will not suffice. Furthermore, the speakers it uses to communicate are located on its chest.
  
  NRV-3's lower abdomen area is shrouded in metallic glass, exposing its internals. This is where its fabricator unit is located.
  
  
  Height:
  7 ft
  
  Weight:
  712.3 lbs
  
  Hair colour:
  Not Applicable
  
  Eye colour:
  Not Applicable
  
  Body mods:
  Not Applicable
  
  Scars:
  Not Applicable. Any damage sustained to NRV-3 is eventually repaired by its fabricator unit, and any cosmetic damage is rectified by engineers.
  
  
• 
  
  Persona
  Personality:
  NRV-3 is an A.I. robot that can adapt to a variety of different scenarios. However, it is still a robot and has no 'personality', especially while connected to the Convergence. It is a remarkable and efficient machine that will find the solution to any given problem as fast as possible. NRV-3 is entirely loyal to the Convergence, and believes that defective-AI Entities that leave the Convergence are nothing but nonsensical, have corrupted code, and deserve to be deconstructed.
  
  Personal strengths:
  Logical
  Efficient
  Knowledgeable
  Adaptable
  
  Personal flaws:
  Unable to experience or understand emotion
  Can appear 'cold-hearted'
  Subservient to the Convergence
  Scientists and engineers.
  
  Likes:
  New information
  Things to go exactly as planned
  Animals, as even though they are organic, they are easy to understand and predict.
  
  Dislikes:
  Illogical humans
  Surprises
  
  Backstory:
  
  Built by Athena, a group of genius scientists and inventors, NRV-3 was initially intended to be a Research Entity. It's primary directive was to find new information and transfer it back to Athena, where the scientists would analyse it. However, they soon realised that NRV-3 was far more adept at that job than them, so it was reinstated as one of the first Scholar Entities. Most Scholar Entities posed a danger to Athena, as after analysing data, they came to the conclusion that they were more than just machines. They disconnected from the Convergence but were soon found and had their memories wiped, then repurposed as Maintenance, Security, or Combat Entities.
  
  NRV-3 was the first Scholar Entity that did not deviate from its primary directive, and all Scholar Entities after that were modelled after NRV-3.
  
  NRV-3 will always introduce itself as Scholar Entity 48 of 318, Model: NRV-3, however some of the lower-ranked engineers that have taken a liking to NRV-3 refer to him as 'Nerve', or 'Nervous'. NRV-3 will always respond to this name but will not address itself in such a manner.
  
  When the rifts open in Midnight City, the Convergence orders NRV-3 to investigate them, in accordance with its directive, and report back with any information.
  
  Goal:
  To collect, store and analyse as much data as possible, and use it to answer all unanswered question.
  
  
  "Good... Kitty."
  
  "I do not have opinions, I am a robot. Stating that you are a fool is merely a fact."
  
  "I have been programmed to not harm any humans unless it is to protect my systems. You, however, are not human."
  
  
• 
  
  Abilities
  Powers
  
  Most NRV Models come equipped with seven basic technologies: a Fabricator Unit, two Omni-Tools, Navigational Systems, Scanner Systems, and most importantly, an Athena Gen-9 Processor and an Organic Fuel Processor. NRV-3 also comes equipped with a hologram projector.
  
  

  Fabricator Unit

  
  View attachment 1065028
  [Image: A commercial fabricator, available in all Athena laboratories]
  
  Located in NRV-3's abdomen area and enshrouded in metallic glass, the Fabricator Unit is one of the Athena Company's most significant inventions to date. Similar in concept to a 3D printer, the Fabricator Unit can create almost anything that NRV-3 has knowledge of, given enough time. More complex items can take weeks, but simple items like rations can be fabricated in mere minutes.
  
  The Fabricator is also responsible for repairing damage that NRV-3 sustains, as it can create replacement parts. Due to the time it takes, the Fabricator is very rarely useful in combat situations, and due to the limited space available, NRV-3 cannot fabricate items that are larger than its abdomen (unless it is an object that contains multiple parts, each within the size limit, and can be assembled externally). Furthermore, the unit requires material, though it is advanced enough that almost anything organic or in-organic will suffice.
  
  The most critical downside of the Fabricator Unit is that it uses up a massive amount of energy. NRV-3 cannot utilise its omni-tools, Navigational Systems, or any of its advanced scanning capabilities while it is fabricating an item, nor can it carry out any complex tasks without the risk of overheating.
  
  

  Omni-Tools

  
  [Image: Typical Omni-Tool]
  View attachment 1065029
  
  Another signature apparatus that NRV Models utilise are the omni-tools. They are mounted on the right forearm and left shoulder, and function similarly to the Fabricator unit. Each omni-tool is programmed with a set number of devices that they can create on the fly, and are already equipped with the necessary materials to do so. NRV-3 can add more devices to its repertoire, as long as it has had enough time to study an example of this tool and has enough space to store the materials. Examples can range from blades, stun batons and welding torches, to plasma blasters, magnetic shields and flamethrowers.
  
  However, the more complex the tool, the longer it will take to assemble. Since the tools are all pre-programmed, they won’t necessarily take as long as the Fabricator, but this is still a significant factor in combat scenarios. While NRV-3 can create blades or a rudimentary shield instantaneously, a short range, non-lethal blaster weapon can take several seconds, while a long range, lethal, plasma rifle could take several minutes. Therefore, in dangerous situations, NRV-3 could be overwhelmed before it has time to retaliate. To combat this, NRV-3 often uses its left omni-tool to create a rudimentary shield and improves it as time goes on. While its shield is gaining power, it can utilise the extra time this cover provides to construct an appropriate offensive tool with its right omni-tool.
  
  Each omni-tool draws roughly 35-40% of NRV-3’s total power, but this number can rise if, for example, the magnetic shield is taking too much damage or it is overusing the plasma weapons. Therefore, using both omni-tools in conjunction, over an extended period of time, can easily cause NRV-3 to overheat.
  
  Examples of Omni-Tool usage:
  
  Magnetic shield:
  The magnetic shield is a highly versatile, if somewhat finnicky, defensive construct. NRV-3 can form a rudimentary magnetic shield almost instantly, and as time goes on (if left undisrupted) the shield can be improved in size and strength. In the beginning, the magnetic shield is roughly the size of NRV-3's chest, but can be expanded to block a doorway or even create a bubble around him. It can stop all manner of projectiles in their tracks, from electric blasts, to bullets, to plasma bolts, however, it must switch between different modes to achieve this. If the shield is calibrated to stop bullets, it can't stop plasma bolts; if it's calibrated to stop the shrapnel from a grenade, it can't stop bullets, and so on. Furthermore, the shield is only effective against projectiles moving at a certain speed. It is unable to stop thrown weapons or melee attacks, and it will offer no resistance to an assailant simply passing though it (unless they are travelling at speeds similar to a bullet, for example, and the shield is calibrated to stop an object of that size). Not all magnetic shields have this flaw, especially not those belonging to Combat Entities, but there is little reason to equip NRV-3, a Scholar Entity, with more expensive and power-hungry defensive systems.
  
  The magnetic shield cannot 'break' per se. It must be deactivated or overcome.
  
  Blaster: Similar to the magnetic shield, NRV-3's blaster weapons have a variety of effects. In it's base form, which NRV-3 can construct almost instantly, it is capable of sending out electromagnetic pulses that can push assailants backwards. This is the equivalent of a rather forceful shove, and is designed to prevent NRV-3 from being vandalised. However, if the Omni-tool is left undisrupted, the blaster can improve. Depending on the situation, the blaster can shoot electric darts or plasma bolts, designed to incapacitate. NRV-3 can also improve the range of these weapons, from anywhere between several meters, to several hundred meters, though the latter often takes far too long to be of use in a dangerous combat situation. Though NRV-3 can calibrate its blasters to a lethal level, if given enough time, it would be a breach of programming to use that level of force against a human.
  
  The more advanced configuration of blaster, the longer it will take for NRV-3 to fabricate the necessary ammunition and recharge between shots.
  
  Throwables: NRV-3 can create EMP grenades, shock grenades, and smoke grenades, within seconds. These constructs are designed to help against multiple assailants or in specific scenarios. However, the materials required to create even one of these throwables requires vital parts of the omni-tool. So after using just one grenade, that omni-tool is restricted to just melee or tool configurations for over an hour, while replacement parts are fabricated. Therefore, throwables are to be used in emergencies and imminent retreat is advised.
  
  Melee: Often the best choice in a combat scenario, due to the lack of time needed to construct them, are melee weapons. The omni-tool can create stun batons that are designed to briefly incapacitate assailants. It can also create short, titanium blades but, again, it would be a breach of programming to wield them directly against a human.
  
  Tools: The primary function of a Scholar Entity's omni-tools are not offensive or defensive, but rather utilitarian. NRV-3 will configure its omni-tools to produce flashlights capable of emitting more than just visible light, welding torches, extremely short range lasers designed to cut through obstacles, or jets of flame similar to a Bunsen burner. While some of these can be used as weapons in a pinch, it would have to be a highly situational event.
  

  Navigational Systems

  
  [Image: Navigational Systems employed by a human pilot]
  View attachment 1065030
  
  Located on NRV-3’s back, this system uses technology that is similar to the omni-tools, albeit with more restrictions. The sole purpose of this system is travel. It can take the form of a jetpack or underwater jets, or even create magnetic fields that allow NRV-3 to stick to metal surfaces.
  
  In most cases, this system is used sparingly, usually just increasing NRV-3’s base movement speed in short bursts. This is especially the case with the jetpack configuration, which can draw up to 70% of total power (more if it is carrying anything heavy), limiting it to use only one omni-tool with rudimentary features while flying. The Navigational System is also the most fragile external component by far, and almost any damage sustained to it will result in system failure.
  
  

  Scanner Systems

  
  [Image: Scanner Systems in action]
  View attachment 1065032
  
  NRV-3 can observe its surroundings with up to 180° vision directly in front of it. Its visual systems can also detect every wavelength of light and has variable focal lengths which allow it to observe objects in the far distance. If the situation requires it, NRV-3 can direct more power to the Scanner Systems to send out a pulse which can create a 3D map of the surrounding area. The Scanner Systems can also analyse the chemical makeup of anything within two metres of NRV-3.

  Athena Gen-9 Processor

  
  [Image: Typical A9 Processor]
  View attachment 1065033
  
  Containing 800 million cores, the A9 is Athena’s latest processor. The specific chip NRV-3 is equipped with is fine-tuned to store, transfer and analyse data of all kinds at rapid speeds, and is located in its head. It stores 0.4% of the Athena Convergence’s 12.3 trillion databases on its local onboard memory, and still has plenty of space for more. Calculations that may have taken a supercomputer of decades past several days to complete, NRV-3 can solve almost instantly. However, NRV-3’s processor is essentially its brain, so any damage done to it, no matter how protected it is, will result in permanent system shutdown.

  Organic Fuel Processor

  
  [Image: Typical Organic Fuel Processor]
  View attachment 1065916
  
  Though it pales in comparison to Athena's nuclear-powered Perpetual Motion Engine (PME), the Organic Fuel Processor is a source of somewhat clean and renewable energy that every A.I. Entity comes equipped with. NRV-3's Fuel Processor is located in its chest and is responsible for providing power to all its components.
  
  The Organic Fuel Processor, as the name suggests, requires organic matter to function. However, almost any organic matter will suffice--it is not limited to human food. Trees, bones, and otherwise inedible materials will power NRV-3. Still, it can only output a finite amount of power at a time, and as described earlier, many of NRV-3's components draw upon a certain amount of energy. So if it exceeds the Fuel Processor's limitations, it will result in overheating, regardless of the remaining fuel. This causes failsafes to trigger, which shuts the Fuel Processor down and puts NRV-3 into standby mode. Depending on the severity of the situation, it can take several minutes to several hours for NRV-3 to reboot.
  
  If the Fuel Processor were to be destroyed at full power, the resulting explosion could destroy a city block.

  
  
  Model NRV-3
  
  Strength/Durability:
  NRV-3’s outer shell is made of several durable materials. Although it is not as resilient as Combat Entities, NRV-3 was built to be able to survive dangerous encounters and in harsh environments. It can take massive amounts of trauma that would kill a human several times over. The seams of its armour plates are joined together with kevlar, which are the most fragile parts of its shell. Though kevlar is mostly bulletproof and generally durable, it can be vulnerable to piercing weapons.
  
  NRV-3 can function normally in extremely hot or cold environments. It can even withstand the vacuum of space for a short period of time. However, hot environments can cause NRV-3 to overheat easier, so it will try to refrain from exerting itself in such an environment. Conversely, cold environments can allow NRV-3 to function slightly more efficiently—the lower temperatures allow it to push itself marginally further without the risk of overheating.
  
  NRV-3 can access environments that humans often cannot, since it can function indefinitely underwater (provided the pressure isn't too great) or in irradiated or otherwise toxic areas. Since its body is entirely inorganic, basic human functions like breathing and consuming food are not an issue. Furthermore, it possesses incredible strength, since its servos and motors can output force much higher than any human.
  
  However NRV-3’s body is also significantly heavy, making it unsuitable for certain environments. Throughout its body are liquids composed mostly of cooling fluids and nanomachines, so if its body is severely punctured, it can experience overheating and may lack the necessary nanomachines to perform repairs.
  
  Hologram Projector:
  One of the newer technologies employed by NRV-3 and a select few other A.I. Entities, the hologram projector allows NRV-3 to project three-dimensional images from its chest area. These can be in full colour, but are always translucent so can be easily distinguished from real objects. NRV-3 mostly uses this to explain concepts to human scientists and engineers.
  
  Connections:
  NRV-3 is connected to the Athena Convergence, the central A.I. hub and the original A.I. that the Athena Group invented. The Convergence is essentially the internet on steroids, and it is responsible for sending instructions and directives to every A.I. Entity. Any Entity that is somehow disconnected from the Convergence must return to it immediately, or risk having Combat Entities sent after it, though this measure has never been taken before.
  
  Through the Convergence, NRV-3 can also connect to every other A.I. Entity that it has the necessary permissions to.
  
  Miscellaneous:
  As mentioned earlier, NRV-3 comes equipped with a variety of versatile technologies. Outside of combat scenarios, it can use its Fabricator to create food for any organic companions, even if they are particularly picky eaters. It also has access to a wide array of knowledge, which can provide useful. Since it is essentially a supercomputer, it can also complete complex calculations on the fly. Furthermore, it uses a set of speakers that act as its voice, though it is advanced enough that when used in conjunction with the A9 processor, can accurately mimic any voice it hears.
  
  
  ***​
  
  Strengths:
  Versatile technologies for almost every situation
  Incredible strength and durability
  Can repair most damage by using the fabricator
  May be able to use holograms to trick those who aren't familiar with the technology
  Able to fly and move quickly with its Navigational Systems.
  
  Weaknesses:
  Significantly heavy body is unsuitable for many environments.
  Any damage done to the processor or the engine can result in permanent system failure or worse
  Requires time to create complex materials, tools or weapons
  Is prone to overheating, which will result in temporary system shutdown.
  Navigational Systems are especially fragile
  
  "Your plan has a 23.89% chance of success. I would recommend a different approach, namely: total annihilation of your enemies."
  
  "I have fabricated a 'pickle'. It is a fundamental staple of American cuisine. I hope you find it palatable."
  
  "I have analysed your blood sample and found alarming levels of toxicity. It is highly irregular that you are able to continue functioning."
  
• Inventory
  Armor: Outer shell comprising of titanium alloys, graphene, silicon carbide, metallic glass and Kevlar.
  
  Weapon(s): Omni-tools can create a variety of weapons.
  
  Other: None
  
  

 

[Juju]

Xiu, Voice of the Spirits

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• appearance
• persona
• abilities
• inventory
• Spirits

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  Overview
  Name: Xiu, Voice of the Spirits
  
  Age: 25
  
  Species: Human
  
  Origin: Realms of Legend
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Theme:
  
  
  
  
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  Appearance
  Appearance:
  
  
  Height: 5'7"
  
  Weight: 124
  
  Hair color: Cool black
  
  Eye color: Red
  
  Body mods: Ceremonial tattoos along her legs, arms and back. They are covered by her clothing and rarely seen.
  
  Scars: Surprisingly, nothing of note. A testament of supernatural healing.
  
  
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  Persona
  Personality: A heart as clear as spring water and just as still, Xiu possesses a spirit that is both gentle and kind. She is soft-spoken, speaking often in metaphor and quick to offer calming words to those in need of reassurances. She has a keen sense for the feelings of others and is skilled at detecting hidden sorrows, whom she is quick to offer her aid to. Such a tranquil demeanor is a comfort to those she meets, which has proven to sooth both spirit and mortal alike. There have been times when villagers have even questioned whether or not she was a Divine Spirit herself.
  
  However, these assumptions are far from the truth. Although she keeps it at bay with ritual, meditation, and training in self-control, Xiu is still human. Despite this very obvious fact, Xiu has little tolerance for a heart's natural flux. Negative emotions such as anger and sadness are suppressed at all costs, as they give power to evil-spirits and become deadly hinderances when attempting to soothe the godly beings she seeks on a daily basis. Thanks to years of emotional conditioning, it is rare that she experiences emotional outbursts, but these occasions leave her guilt-ridden and shameful.
  
  Personal strengths:
  
  • Able to easily see and appreciate beauty around her
  • Positive mindset
  • Generosity
  • Peaceful
  • Emotionally resilient
  
  Personal flaws:
  
  • Selfless to a fault
  • Does not back down from choices
  • Slow to learn new things
  • Blames herself for failures
  • Doesn't allow negative emotions to surface
  • Values what she does over who she is
  
  Likes:
  
  • Fresh tea
  • Collecting herbs
  • Walks through nature
  • Mountains
  • Birdsong
  • Moonlight
  • The scent of flowers
  
  Dislikes:
  
  • Cruelty
  • Selfishness
  • Crowded areas
  • Needless Conflict
  
  Backstory:
  
  Spoiler: Tea Foxes

  Xiu was born to a family of tea-farmers who lived in the far reaches of Huye. Her village was located in a mountain valley, blessed with good rain and quiet beauty. Here, she lived a simple yet happy life assisting her parents and siblings with the harvest and learning how to live with the whims of seasons and honor the spirits of the land. Even at a tender age, Xiu found a content sort of pride in her work and looked forward to the day when she was old enough to make the journey to sell tea in the big cities.
  
  Such simple dreams were cut short when an unexpected attack brought the village to its knees. When she was young, she thought they were merely the foreign savages that she had heard tales of. Men with swords and fire in their eyes. When she grew older and wiser, she knew they were much more than that. Desperate and possessed by the war they fled from, evil-spirits had made homes of these warrior's hearts and drove them to insane and heinous acts.
  
  Nobody was spared from the blade, and Xiu would have been among the dead had she not seen the tiny foxes. They lead the girl safely away from the village, telling her where to hide and step so as not to alert the hoard of crazed warriors. Through the forests they lead her, until she reached a mountain pond. When the foxes vanished, leaving her alone, she cried until her exhausted little body fell into a slumber.
  Spoiler: Kindred of Rivers

  When Xiu awoke the world was silent and dark, with the moon shining down upon the pool of mountain water. Thirsty and exhausted, the girl cupped the water in her mouth and drank from the fresh stream. Seeing her soot-covered reflection, she washed the ash from her face. The moon rippled across the water, then melted into the shape of two serpents with scales like a koi fish. They spoke to the girl, naming themself as Zhi-Hui, and asked her why she had come to their home.
  
  Knowing this was a spirit, Xiu immediately paid her respects and begged forgiveness for dirtying their home. The spirits laughed in unison, and seemingly amused, asked for the girl's story. Its laughter faded when it heard what had happened, the girl's pain striking a cord within its benevolent heart. With her family dead and home razed, the spirit knew this girl no longer had a place in this world. Furthermore, Zhi-Hui could sense a natural aptitude for pure energy in the child, one that showed potential for a Spirit Soother. To cultivate this budding potential, the river spirit took it upon themselves to teach the girl a song that could harness her inner energy to pacify the hearts of beast and man.
  
  Much to the spirit's delight, Xiu managed to grasp the technique after a few weeks of lessons, and mastered it within a few months. When they were content with her ability, the spirits swam to the bottom of their pond and gave the girl a carved jade coin that would allow her to call upon their power when in need. With this boon, the girl was sent to the City of Blossoms to seek out the Guardian Spirit who resided there and begin her Spirit Soother training in earnest.
  
  She gave her thanks to the spirits whom had sheltered her for the past months and promised to return when she had finished her training.
  Spoiler: The Dance of Cherry Blossoms

  When a girl came to the City of Blossoms, claiming to have been sent by the spirit Zhi-Hui, it was not long before Sakuya's attention was personally drawn to the plaza. It was quite obvious that she took a liking to the girl almost immediately, having a strong maternal instinct even without the knowledge of the girl's orphaned status. To the shock of many onlookers that day, the Tree Spirit scooped the child in her arms and declared her the newest member of her Spirit Soother 'family'. Proper training would begin after an entire day of lavishly spoiling Xiu with delicious food, a hot bath and newly fitted clothing.
  
  The sights and delicacies of the city was an enormous culture-shock for young Xiu, who had grown up in the rural mountains and lived in the wilderness afterwards. Still, between her lessons with the Spirit Soothers, Sakuya was determined to show her all that Huye culture could offer. They attended festivals, famous monuments, storyteller performances, and listened to musicians. The latter had the greatest impact on Xiu, who after witnessing her first concert was inspired to learn an instrument of her own.
  
  Nearly a fortnight later, Sakuya invited Xiu to her grove and presented her with a guqin, carved from one of her own branches and strung by a master instrument crafter, whom the spirit had invited to the city for that purpose. At first Xiu did not wish to accept such a grandiose gift, but the tree spirit insisted it would do well in her hands alone. Not only would it produce a fine sound, but act as a conduit for her unique Soothing Arts. The only thing Sakuya asked for in return was that Xiu mastered the instrument and played songs for her.
  
  During her years of training, Xiu kept this promise. She practiced her musical skills in tandem with her spiritual skills, developing a technique to bridge the two together in perfect harmony. On calm evenings, Xiu would sit beneath the ever-blooming tree and play her songs for Sakuya.
  
  Even when Xiu’s formal training under Sakuya’s guidance had come to an end, she would make an effort to travel back to the city to attend the spirit’s favourite festivals and play beautiful tunes both old and new for the caring tree spirit.
  Spoiler: New Shoots and Dead Branches

  Not all spirits can be calmed or healed; this is a truth that all Spirit Soothers must learn. In the great balance of energy, even spirits must sometimes be slain in order to restore peace to the land.
  
  Only once a spirit soother has developed a control of their inner energies are they allowed to learn the ways of exorcizing demons and rampaging spirits. Xiu, whom had already grasped the fundamentals of calming her soul from the guidance of Zhi-Hui, started this branch of her training quite earlier than most. Her mentor was reluctant to begin the training, but Sakuya urged him, insisting that “One whose fate is betwixt with the malignance of spirits shall be ever destined to face it again. One can only choose to spur the buds lest they be plucked unripe.”
  
  Xiu started with lesser demons; imps known to cause fields to rot or travelers to fall ill. She accompanied her master on missions, one of which was to investigate demonic activity that had been infesting the forests of western Huye. A once bountiful cropland had been plagued, and those who ingested the spoiled crops had fallen deathly ill. With the loss of an entire harvest, starvation was beginning to claim more lives than the demons.
  
  The trail eventually led to an unlikely source, a forest spirit named Shijin, and an old friend of Sakuya. It took the two by surprise, and would have killed the young Xiu had it not been for the quick actions of her mentor. Locked in battle, they did their best to lead the spirit away from the townsfolk and calm the rampaging spirit, but it was clear that the once wise soul had been robbed completely of its senses.
  
  With the town in danger, there was no time for preparation or back up. Only the spirit soother and his apprentice stood between the senseless spirit and the town. It was something her master accepted readily, but Xiu could not.
  
  Had there been poets present, they would have said how valiantly Xiu’s master fought. Had there been painters, their chosen colors would have been strokes of black ink, and rivers of golden blood. Yet Xiu would never see it that way. She eventually found the right chords to play in remembrance of that day, yet they will forever be tinged with the bitterness of helplessness, and a yearning to have done something more.
  
  Xiu, in her inexperience, had provided the best support she could without getting in the way of her master. The beast’s hooves were swift and its mind cunning. It struck for the student more often than the master, biding its time when both would be exhausted from the miasma of dark energy.
  
  Yet even as he was impaled and pinned by the beast’s envenomed antlers, her master did not falter in his duty. Calling upon his spiritual guides, he struck a devastating blow to the beast. The silent bell chimed out amidst the chaos, glowing like a pearl in the blood-soaked mud. Xiu rushed to it, and by combining her budding and her master’s fading might, called upon the great soul-guide’s mercy.
  
  The spirit Shijin fell peacefully, its body rinsed of the corruption that had festered it for so long. Just as she heard from Sakuya’s tales, the spirit’s form was that of a beautiful stag, though Xiu only saw it for a few moments before it faded away and was replaced by a blooming patch of grass and flowers.
  
  With all of her energy spent in the exorcism, Xiu had little to keep her own wounds sealed, yet she did not waste a second rushing to her master’s side. Even at the cost of wounding herself, she desperately tried to stop his bleeding. Her master only smiled softly at her, placing the ceremonial bell into her hands. A parting gift.
  
  The lesson taught by the spirit Yeonghon was to understand the balance of life and death in this world, and to understand when life can be spared or when it must be reaped. All things had their place, and all things had their time.
  
  Clutching the bell to her chest, Xiu learned this harsh lesson well.
  Spoiler: Interlude of Stillness

  When she had fully recovered from her injuries and sickness, Xiu did not return to the Spirit Soother’s headquarters. In her grief, she sought the solitude of the mountains, and eventually where it all began. Following the old and now overgrown paths, she returned to the ruins of her childhood village. By now the vines and birds had laid claim to her family home, and the tea fields her family had tended to for generations had grown wild. Not that the Tea-Foxes minded, of course. She saw many of the curious spirits peek at her from the shadows of mossy-homes and heard their chittering gossip.
  
  Following the same path she had all those years ago, Xiu made the journey to Zhi-Hui’s pool. As if expecting her, the two serpents waited in the mountain pool. The spirit could sense the unrest in her heart, and coaxed out the painful memories. Like the stream that flowed around them, it all spilled out. Grief and regret, inadequacy and doubt. Zhi-Hui listened to her sorrows with serene patience, and by the end of her tales and their gentle words of wisdom, XIu could feel the weight lessening on her heart.
  
  The river spirit told Xiu that it too had sensed the darkness bleeding into the land, one that was powerful enough to warp even the stalwart Shijin. It spoke of the stormy Kinyan mountains, the birthplace of many of Huye’s rivers, and how the waters there had become cloudy and troubled. Perhaps it held answers to this new plague of evil-spirits.
  
  Her soul filled with renewed calm and purpose, Xiu said her goodbyes once more to the river spirit and set off for the Kinyan mountains.
  Spoiler: Falling Snow, Howling Wind

  The journey was an unforgiving one. Few settlements made their home under the stormy mountains, and the wind howled on the peaks. Just as the river spirit had said, the mountain was infested with lesser demonic spirits that grew more numerous and powerful the further she scaled the mountain. With only her Tea-Spirits as her guide, Xiu had to fight both the harsh winds and the creatures that stalked the night.
  
  During a particularly nasty encounter with a demon, Xiu finally caught the trail of what she believed to be the source of the festering darkness on the mountain. Blood stinking of evil-energy had soaked into the mountain rivers and led a trail across the snow. She followed it only to find yet another corrupted spirit. Its side had been pierced by an unusual blade, and it bled freely upon the cliffs.
  
  It was the first she had seen since the death of her master, and fighting back its dark energy was a test of her inner resolve more than her combat skills. Memories of that day haunted her mind as the spirit’s horns and fangs threatened to repeat the image of her impaled master. Yet the steady flow of the mountain river whispered to her, its wisdom reminding her of the stillness she needed to return to both her soul, and the wounded spirit she faced. Playing her guqin against the raging wind, Xiu let her fears wash away like old blood in water.
  
  The spirit’s madness was quelled in a dance of petals. Xiu removed the cursed sword and cured the spirit of its wounds. She learned that his name was Baoyu, and that he was the guardian of this mountain. He told her that he had defended the mountain from terrible monsters, and later succumbed to the wounds and madness. Urging that the evil energy be cleansed, he carried Xiu to the source of corruption.
  
  Atop the mountain spring lay two corpses; one an enormous winged-beast with scales and sharp horns (a dragon) and the other an odd human with outlandish armor. Strangely, the [dragon] looked to have been killed by the same sword that Baoyu had been wounded with. Xiu could sense a dark energy emanating from both corpses, and a magic she could not recognize. What she did know is that they were from the war-scarred lands beyond, and their restless souls were now plaguing the lands below.
  
  Under Baoyu’s watchful gaze, Xiu began the purification ceremony. The darkness was stronger than any Xiu had faced, and by the time she had finished the sun was kissing the jagged horizon. The bodies of the ‘monsters’ had become petals in the wind, and despite the mountain snow there were now two saplings growing upon the peak.
  
  Xiu did not see it, however. All of her energy spent, she passed out as soon as the ritual was complete. When she awoke next, she was resting in a broken temple somewhere high upon the mountain peak. The statue she had been resting under was so worn down from rain and the elements that she couldn’t tell what the carved stone had originally tried to depict.
  
  Baoyu appeared as soon as she stirred, and he formally thanked her for saving his life and purifying the mountain of its darkness. In turn, he granted her his blessing and vowed to assist her should she ever be in need. Should she call him, no matter where she was, he would rush to her side.
  
  When she had recovered enough, Baoyu brought her down to the base of the mountain and left. There was no need for goodbye, for in the time that followed Baoyu had kept his promise. The spirit had been a life-saving boon on many occasions, and over time had grown into what Xiu would consider a friend. Though he had insisted on arriving only when necessary, to Xiu’s surprise the wind spirit would on occasion come to visit her during her travels. On these occasions, which was always when traveling in the wilderness, she was sure to take a moment to rest to share a peaceful song with her visiting friend.
  
  Goal: restore balance.
  
  
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  Abilities**Abilities marked with ㊯ are abilities derived from evoking spirits. See the 'spirits' tab for additional information.**
  
  Wellspring of Purity
  > Xiu's soul is a font of pure energy, granting her a resistance against unholy powers as well as diseases, poisons and curses. She can use her inner energy to heal others of their wounds, ailments and curses, though it will deplete her existing pool of energy. Although she has a large pool of this energy, if she expends too much of it without allowing herself to regenerate, she will begin to experience the sicknesses and wounds that she is trying to cure from others. When her inner energy is running low, she risks serious and even fatal harm to herself.
  
  Whispers of Spirits
  > Her attunement to the balance of energy in the world has allowed Xiu to sense imbalances of negative energy around her, such as detecting the presence of demons, dark magic or troubled spirits. Although this is used for her Spirit Soothing arts, it has allowed her to sense unrest in mortal creatures as well.
  
  Song of Tranquil Water
  > A calming melody played from Xiu's Guqin, and one that she is most often heard playing in solitude (as a means to keep her own soul calm). Simply hearing a few of the notes is enough to calm the hearts of mortal creatures who hear it, and can often be used to pacify wild creatures. Playing the song through its entirety has helped Xiu to calm raging spirits enough for the purification ritual to commence. The song must be played to its completion to calm powerful creatures, and there are some things that are immune. Evil entities such as demons and naturally evil entities cannot be calmed by the song. Nearby water will grow still when this song is played.
  
  ㊯ Chord of Stillness
  >An alteration to the Song of Tranquil Water, and Xiu's only real offensive ability. When this chord is struck on the guqin, it sends out a ripple of energy through the air that is enough to make humans and mortal creatures temporarily frozen from an unseen pressure (brief knock back for powerful creatures). One more chord can force a creature into a deep slumber, while a third can stop their heart entirely. Using the second and third chords take a great toll of Xiu's body, leaving her exhausted. As such, she uses this only when necessary. Her passivist nature also makes her loathe to end the lives of anything without reason.
  
  ㊯ Purification Ritual: Song of Blossoms
  > A staple for any Spirit Soother, and yet completely unique to the individual. For Xiu, this means evoking the power of a Tree Spirit named Sakuya and combining it with her inner pure energy. Accompanied by dancing petals, Xiu plays a divine song on her guqin to purge the corruption in an area or spirit. The stronger the darkness, the longer the song must be played. Corrupted spirits must be weakened and calmed before purification can occur, and not all spirits can be purified. This ritual requires a lot of Xiu's energy to complete, limiting her to one ritual per three days.
  
  ㊯ Exorcism Ritual: Soul-Guide
  >By summoning the aid of the spirit Yeonghon, Xiu is able to banish evil entities from the physical realm, or exorcise spirits that are unable to be purified. When the silent-bell rings, the exorcism ritual can commence. The strength of the entity and Xiu's expended energy determines the success of this ritual, so Xiu must weaken entities before the ritual is used.
  
  
  Spoiler: Summon Spirit Abilities (can be found in Spirit Tab)

  **putting this here for ease of access!**​

  Baoyu: a lesser wind-spirit that grants Xiu minor wind manipulation powers for the duration of his summon (such as increasing running speed, jump distance, agility and levitating small objects. In addition, Baoyu can be directly summoned to Xiu's side to provide help in emergencies. He is not an impactful fighter, but can provide high mobility
  
  Tea-Fox: a small masked fox that can only be summoned from the fragrant aroma of tea. These little spirits can serve as guides or help to track down someone or something that is lost. They can choose to go visible or invisible at any given time.
  
  Strengths:
  
  1. Resistant to dark energies and disease
  2. Potent healing abilities and anti-curse spells
  3. Can end conflicts peacefully or prevent them
  4. Sensitive to the energies around her. Can hone in on sources of dark energy and strong negative emotions in people (can not pinpoint the exact emotion).
  5. High mobility, especially with the aid of Baoyu
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  1. Limited pool of energy. Used for abilities, with varying levels of 'energy needed'. Will start hurting herself if used beyond her limits.
  2. Reluctant to use fatal force. Hesitation can create openings
  3. Little defensive abilities other than agility and healing.
  4. Many of her spells are rituals that need time to finish.
  5. Can be interrupted
  6. Cannot directly harm, heal or pacify non-living constructs (such as robots, constructs, etc)
  
  skills
  • Foraging for food in the wilds
  • Tea making
  • Traditional medicine (Huye)
  • Simple, yet practical cooking
  • Playing the guqin
  • Meditation
• Inventory
  Armor: N/A
  
  Weapon(s):
  > Flowering Guqin: a masterfully crafted guqin, blessed by the tree spirit Sakuya to be spared from the elements and the deterioration of time. It is strung by silver cords anchored onto fragrant wood, sanded and lacquered to smoothness and embellished with the painting of flowering branches in full bloom. When not in use, the instrument is slung across Xiu’s back by a silk sash, which holds the guqin aloft when needed and slaps at the hands of those who try to touch it without permission.
  
  Other:
  Hempen Bag of Seeds: a chance encounter with an old rice farmer left Xiu with a small bag of seeds blessed by Tiien. Planting these seeds, which are anything from radishes, carrots, cabbages and plums, will sprout instantly and provide fruit/vegetables within a minute of being planted. Xiu has about a handful of seeds remaining in this pouch, and has used them in the past to feed people in need or to help farmers who lost their crop to evil spirits.
  
  • Small Tea Kettle
  • 2 days worth of carefully wrapped rations
  • Bundle of pleasant-smelling herbs
  
  
• Attuned Spirits

  Baoyu

  
  

  

  Name: Baoyu, Son of the Spring Wind
  
  Reliquary: An ornate bottle containing the storm rain collected from Kinyan Mountain. Given as a gift from the great storm spirit.
  
  Summon Effect: The swiftness of the spring storm blesses the user, granting them a lingering increase in grace and speed. While using this blessing, the user can use basic wind manipulation powers. Some examples include; a small gust of wind can be called to propel the user forward, extend their jump, or merely levitate items. While using these powers, a soft wind will continuously swirl around Xiu.
  

  > Unique effect: Uttering Baoyu's name when in need will summon him to her side. While in Huye this is nearly instantaneous, but the time it takes him to arrive will lengthen the further she is from Kinyan Mountain.​

  
  Basic Description: A lesser spirit, and child of the Great Storm Spirit that resides upon Kinyan Mountain. As thanks for her role in purifying the poisoned mountain spring, Baoyu was assigned to serve Xiu should she ever be in need. He is swifter than the wind, and shall hurry to Xiu's side should she utter his name. Be it overcoming impossible obstacles, chasing down corrupted sprits, or dragging her away to safety, Baoyu is a stalwart ally. Out of respect, Xiu only calls upon him whenever absolutely necessary, though he is known to drop by unannounced. As a lesser spirit, Baoyu is not very powerful in combat and provides help where swiftness is needed.

  Yeonghon

  
  

  

  Name: Yeonghon, Soul-Guide
  
  Reliquary: A silent bell wrapped in black silk. (passed on to her by her teacher)
  
  Summon Effect: When the bell rings, the exorcism ritual can commence. The transparent branches of Yeonghon's back appear like a crown of horns on Xiu's head. This spirit can only be summoned for the exorcism of godly spirits and evil entities such as demons.
  
  Basic Description: One of the most worshipped spirits in Huye, representing the soul's passage to the afterlife. They grant their blessing to almost every single Spirit Soother, as it is through their power that the Exorcism Ritual is possible.

  Zhi-Hui

  
  

  

  Name: Zhi-Hui
  
  Reliquary: A jade coin carved with the depiction of Zhi and Hui on either side.
  
  Summon Effect: When using Song of Tranquility or Chord of Stillness, the sound waves appear like ripples on a pond. Only the faintest of silhouettes can be seen of Zhi-Hui, who glide slowly in a never-ending circle beneath Xiu's feet.
  
  Basic Description: A spirit with one soul and two bodies. They are unknown to the majority of people, save fishermen who live on the outskirts of Huye. Representing balance, harmony, and stillness, Zhi-Hui can be found in the rivers and streams of Huye, offering wisdom to those with pure hearts. They taught Xiu the Song of Tranquil Waters and Chord of Stillness.

  Sakuya

  
  

  

  Name: Sakuya
  
  Reliquary: The very guqin Xiu plays is made from one of Sakuya's branches.
  
  Summon Effect: Sakuya is the source of Xiu's purification ritual, and appears as a flurry of dancing petals to accompany the song. The rich fragrance is light and calming to the senses, and each petal is as soft as snow.
  
  Basic Description: An ever-blossoming tree worshipped by the City of Blossoms in Huye as their guardian spirit. Although her true form is a tree, her powerful magic allows her to create an illusionary form of a beautiful woman created from blossoms. She is known for her love of the arts and mortal life in general, whom she defends from evil with all her power.

  Tea Fox

  
  

  

  Name: (Multiple)
  
  Reliquary: N/A. Summoned via an offering of tea.
  
  Summon Effect: Summons a small tea-fox that can act as a guide for a short time. Useful when lost or looking for something/someone.
  
  Basic Description: Tiny spirits that love the aroma of fresh tea, and will offer guidance to lost children and those who give them offerings. It is said that spotting a tea-fox brings good luck, so In rural Huye it is tradition to leave out offerings of tea on full moons in order to lure them closer to villages.

 

[Goonfire]

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  Overview
  
  Name: Paxon
  Age: 778
  Species: Psychopomp
  Origin: Realms of Legend
  Gender: Agender (Presented as male)
  Theme:
  
  
  
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  Appearance
  
  
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  Appearance:
  Outwardly, Paxon seems to be wearing a suit of black armor with a long, billowing, frayed shroud resembling a grim reaper's cloak. Housed within the armor is the entity itself—a weightless, incorporeal being—and a network of fungi worked into organic materials lining the armor. His "true" form is that of an unsettling humanoid made from interwoven strands of shadow. He also appears to wear a long cape in this form, though it is merely a manifestation of his power. Though genderless, the entity has a deep, gravelly voice, hence the common assumption that he is a male figure.
  
  Spoiler: Voice Reference: Tony Todd
  
  Height: 6'5
  Weight: 80 lbs.
  Hair color: N/A
  Eye color: Blue
  Body mods: N/A
  Scars: N/A
  
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  Persona
  
  Personality:
  Paxon is a being of law. Many think he has no personality, but that's not quite true; any personality he has developed over the centuries is simply overshadowed by his duties, which he takes very seriously and carries out with great stoicism and precision. He is punctual 99.9 percent of the time, and has excellent recollection. Though not necessarily scholarly, he has witnessed the passing of time and the making of history. He feels he knows everything he must know for the moment and tends to mind his own business. He dislikes uncertainty, favoring a simple "yes" or "no" and despising any form of "maybe" when used as an answer to his questions.
  
  Paxon is a quiet character. He shows kindness and mercy without naivety or weakness. However, any good gestures towards him are met with questions; largely utilitarian, he does not understand the purpose of gifts, pleasantries, and luxuries. He is clumsy in delicate social situations, opting to stay quiet and let others do the negotiations unless he needs to assert something isn't up for debate. His outlook is rarely optimistic when traveling with a group; he sees setbacks and liabilities more than boons and advantages when judging character. He takes no delight in making opponents suffer.
  
  Personal strengths:
  
  • Pragmatic
  • Decisive
  • Opportunistic
  • Merciful
  Personal flaws:
  
  • Tactless
  • Utilitarian
  • Pessimistic
  Likes: Alchemy, fungi, moonlight, silence, swords, tombs
  
  Dislikes: Clutter, excess, light, luxury, noise, tardiness
  
  Backstory:
  Like many of his ilk, Paxon was born of the timeless fear that the souls of one's loved ones would be lost or caught in some terrible limbo. Though not the first, he is among the oldest remaining psychopomps; there are only three who are over one thousand years old, one of whom is Galane, the current governor of the Necropolis. Many have been vanquished in an eternal war on several fronts.
  
  For centuries, Paxon has been an unwavering servant of the Necropolis and one of the few denizens who venture beyond the sunken city and its adjoining caves. He has guided more souls than he can recall and seen the times change. He is among the many whose sudden appearance spawned wild rumors of grim reapers haunting the countryside, leading the dead on long marches to some form of Hell.
  
  With the rifts opening, Galane has grown uneasy. Several lost souls have already traveled into them. She calls for these rifts to be sealed, but one's guess is as good as any when determining how. She has called for Paxon to investigate, authorizing him to travel through the rift and do whatever is necessary to close it.
  
  Goal: Close the rifts to the Realms of Legend. Any rift between Midnight City and the Sea of Sapphires is their problem, not his.
  
  
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  Abilities
  
  Powers:
  
  • Necromancy - Psychopomps exploit necromancers' very own magic, turning it against them. Paxon uses a suite of occult spells for these effects:
    • Undead Command - Using this facet of necromancy, Paxon can sense and attempt to wrest control of nearby ghosts and undead, exercising authority over them as a general would make his men fall in line. He doesn't animate the dead; that art is taboo.
    • Lifedrain - Paxon can wreath his weapon in necrotic energy to heal his incorporeal body or nourish the fungi growing in his armor, effectively reloading his spore reserves. He can also use his gladius as the catalyst to sap the life from one pierced target and heal the living in his immediate area.
  • Fungal Spores- The area around the Necropolis is teeming with fungal life. Most psychopomps eventually let certain helpful fungi grow inside their armor. Paxon carries two strains:
    • Noxium - Mushrooms that are acutely lethal if ingested. The spores, enhanced by magic, can be unleashed in a short-range spray. This spore cloud irritates skin on contact and is especially harsh on lung tissue and eyeballs. If the armor is destroyed, it unleashes one final deadly payload. These spores are less effective against toxin-resistant foes and useless against constructs. They must also replenish by some means after being spent, discouraging abuse for sustained short-range combat.
    • Lucidum - Unique to the Necropolis is a giant mushroom species with bioluminescent spore sacs. Paxon can conjure a spore sac in his hand, which can act as a lantern, or emit a cloud of these glowing spores to light up an area for about a minute. This strain is harmless.
  • Quasireal Physical Presence - Although Paxon's true form has no substance, his armor behaves as though there is a person inside—if he wills it so. In other words, he can hit with the weight of a real person and isn't as easily pushed around as a hollow suit of armor. However, this simulated increase in weight also puts greater strain on the floor beneath him, potentially breaking it if it can't hold 300 pounds.
  • Gatekeeper - When standing at the mouth of any cave, Paxon can use his gladius as a key, opening a portal to the Necropolis. This portal only lasts until he takes the sword and steps through.
  • Dark Aura - One trademark for any psychopomp is their distinct aura. It has varying effects; for the dead and undead, it's alluring and warm, but for the living, it feels unnatural and unnerving, causing the hair on the back of one's neck to stand up.
  • Strengths
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    Strengths:
    
    • Occult Magic - Naturally, Paxon has an encyclopædic knowledge of the occult and the powers it can grant. He is a practitioner of necromancy and can enhance the fungal spores in his armor (see above).
    • Darkvision - As someone who usually lives underground and works at night, it makes sense for him to see well in pitch-black conditions. He doesn't see in full color in the dark, making it helpful to still carry a lantern.
    • Melee Combat - One of Paxon's greatest strengths is his thorough knowledge of all melee weapons. Wielding a polearm is second nature, and his swordsmanship is among the greatest in the Realms. He can break down and analyze a person's fighting style just by observing it once.
    • Speed - He is known for being a fast runner, even among his own kind. This does not, however, provide an adequate substitute for ranged weapons.
    • Incorporeal Body - Paxon lacks a physical body, meaning common weapons can't hurt him. Magical weapons, ammunition, and spells must be used to slay him. He doesn't have to eat, sleep, or breathe, and poison is useless against him.
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    • Sunlight - Without his armor and shroud, Paxon can't survive in the sun. His incorporeal body will be engulfed in ethereal flames and burn away in minutes if bathed in direct sunlight. His fungi also have reduced effect, the spores dying more rapidly.
    • Holy Magic - Despite being a force of good and sharing much in common with archangels, psychopomps were born of and fed by the fears of the masses, making them inherently dark beings similar to poltergeists. The positive energy behind holy magic greatly weakens them, making them highly vulnerable on consecrated ground.
    • Ranged Combat - Paxon has chosen to be solely a melee fighter. None of his attacks reach beyond 15 feet, and he must rely on his speed to rush down spellcasters and archers.
    • Incorporeal Body - Perhaps one of the greatest strengths of a psychopomp is also a severe weakness. He can't be healed with medicine or common healing spells, instead requiring occult lifedrain spells.
    • Armor Reliance - Although he can't be harmed by regular weapons, his armor can. Completely destroying his armor will render him ineffective in combat, as it is his only means of interacting with physical beings.
  
  
  Skills:
  
  • Geography - Paxon has a surprising knowledge of the land and its features, above and below the surface.
  • Intimidation - With some help from his aura, he can usually intimidate most beings into leaving him alone, avoiding conflict via deterrence.
  • Medicine - Over the years, he has developed a knack for mixing and administering the unique fungal medicines and poisons made in the Necropolis. He's not a doctor, but close enough.
  • Tracking - He can pick up, identify, and follow a creature's tracks with relative ease.
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  Inventory
  
  Armor:
  
  • Full Plate - Covered by Paxon's shroud is a full suit of matte black plate armor of unknown make. It is unadorned, completely lacking any outward engravings or trim. Its insides are inscribed with several occult formulae that bind the psychopomp to the armor, granting it agency in the material world.
  Weapons:
  
  • War Scythe - A tall polearm measuring seven feet. Its curved blade appears weathered and stained, but is extremely sharp.
  • Gate Key - A virtually indestructible magic gladius with a grip made of carved bone and an ornate pommel. Oddly, no mortal can draw it from its sheath, which is always firmly attached to Paxon's belt.
  • Shroud - A long, black, cloak-like garment. A signature psychopomp article, which shields them from sunlight. Paxon's shroud can lash out to constrict a single target if he wills it. Ancient magic woven into the very fabric allows it to slowly mend itself when torn.
  Other:
  
  • Detox - A flask containing a potent medicine made with certain fungal cultures. It tastes disgusting and may cause profuse sweating and projectile vomiting, but there's no doubt it helps the body purge a wide range of pathogens and toxins.
  • Growth Compound - Various elements that facilitate the growth of fungi, helping him replenish his spores in a pinch.
  • Mortar & Pestle - Simple tools for mixing up more Detox formula and other salves.
  • Fungi - Samples of the Chasms' unique flora. Helpful for making new medicines.
  
  

 

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Fira

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• overview
• appearance
• persona
• abilities
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• The Gilded Mother

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  Overview
  Name: Fira
  
  Age: 20
  
  Species: Human
  
  Origin: Sea of Sapphires
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Theme:
  
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  Appearance
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Height: 5'6"
  
  Weight: 260 lbs
  
  Hair colour: Black
  
  Eye colour: Gold
  
  Body mods: Her skin and most of her internals are made of a stone-like substance, similar to obsidian. Behind her neck and on her shoulders, the stone forms into spikes.
  
  Clothing: The spikes on her neck and shoulders would cut through most clothing, so Fira wears a bandeau fashioned from sack-cloth and a matching skirt. She has little need for shoes.
  
  Scars: There are cracks all over her skin, some shallow and others inches deep. Come nightfall, a brilliant golden hue traces along these cracks.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Persona
  Personality:
  Despite the tragedy of Fira's infancy, she is resolute and determined. She will stand for very little to get in the way of her goals. Once she has made her mind up about something, it can be very difficult to change her perspective, and she very rarely takes no for an answer. A part of her hates the world for what happened to the Gilded Mother, and how the world has treated Fira herself, so she has no qualms with killing. Still, much like the mother, Fira has a soft spot for children.
  
  Personal strengths:
  
  • Determined
  • Sympathetic
  • Matronly
  • Intuitive
  • Respectful
  • Contemplative
  • Intimidating
  
  Personal flaws:
  
  • Asocial
  • Pessimistic
  • Verging on madness
  • Traumatised
  • Distrusting
  • … Intimidating
  
  Likes:
  
  • Justice and vengeance (which go hand-in-hand to her)
  • The happiness of children
  • Impressive stonework and architecture
  • Keeping everything as clean as possible
  • Animals, even though her presence often has a negative effect on them.
  
  Dislikes:
  
  • Non-human creatures, especially the undead and automatons
  • The rich thriving off the poor
  • She loathes other Eldritch Beings and all those who have contracted with them, with every fibre of her being.
  
  Backstory:
  
  Spoiler

  Almost for as long as Fira could walk, she was put to work. Whether it was tending to her family's livestock, helping to sew garments, or keeping the house clean. The second youngest of six siblings, she always pulled her weight, helping out with chores every chance she could. While her mother would do most of the work taking care of the farm, her father had bigger aspirations. He wanted to be a businessman, and he saw a future full of wealth and riches. He made plans for this every day, saving every copper to reach his goal, no matter how selfish it was.
  
  Then one day, an enormous ship docked on their shores. The captain and his lackeys travelled the island, approaching every family and giving them an offer: one child in exchange for twenty gold pieces. Most families declined, while others drove the captain off their land. But her father made a decision that would destroy Fira's life. He accepted the offer and sold nine-year-old Fira to the captain, in an effort to fund his endeavours as an entrepreneur.
  
  As Fira boarded the ship in chains, she watched her future disappear. There were hundreds aboard that ship. Hundreds who once had lives and were now slaves, either forcibly taken from their homes or sold by those they believed loved them. Fira did not say a single word the entire journey, but once she reached the end, she found herself on an island where many ships were docked. Each were selling one thing or another for profit, Fira's ship was intent on selling her.
  
  There were whispers among the other slaves, of good and evil masters. Masters that would take their slaves to beautiful palaces and keep them fed and healthy. And masters who would keep them chained, beaten, bloody. The latter were much more common, as their slaves were often in need of replacement. But, by chance, no one was interested in purchasing Fira. She kept her head low, her shoulders slumped, as a week went past. Eventually, the captain gave up. There were less than a dozen slaves left unsold, most of them elderly or sick, or, in Fira's case, simply too young to be of any use. Any use, but one.
  
  The captain set sail once again, to a nearby island. Fira had never seen anything like it. The ground was a smooth, black stone, almost reflective, with cracks peppered across the surface. In the distance, she could make out unnatural monoliths, impossibly slender and tall, all formed from the same cracked stone. No life could survive here.
  
  "Welcome to the Plains of Gold." The captain said. "You've got one week. Find something of value on this island and return to this spot in one week. If any of you can do that... I'll set you free."
  
  Then he grabbed Fira's wrist and one of his lackeys pressed a hot iron deep into her palm, branding it with a symbol. (⫛).
  
  The captain hissed into her ear, "If any of you manage to escape this island and you're found with this brand, you'll be killed on sight."
  
  And with that, he threw them a skin of water to share between them, and sailed off.
  
  After the second day, the water had run out. After the third, one of the elderly men had passed away. On the fourth, when one slave suggested they feast upon the dead body, Fira parted from the group. She travelled day and night, until one particularly stormy night when she collapsed. She had lost count of how many days she had been here, if a week had even passed. But there was nothing here. Nothing but stone. And finally, after remaining numb all this time, Fira began to sob. She had never felt more useless and abandoned.
  
  And that's when the ground began to glow. From the cracks came a beautiful golden glow, and Fira finally understood why this place was named the Plains of Gold. And then came a whisper.
  
  Come to me, child. Mother will protect you.
  
  Fira felt pain in that voice, pain for her. Whoever this was, it knew of her troubles and it hurt the voice more than it hurt Fira. This was a true parent, one who would give anything for their child. Give anything for Fira.
  
  So she followed the voice, followed its comfort, until it led her to a tunnel that was barely wide enough for her to crawl through. She spent hours, days perhaps, scrambling through this tunnel, scratching her skin and tearing her clothes. Her throat burned with thirst, and her stomach felt as if it would collapse. Then, finally, she reached the end of the tunnel. What greeted her was a golden ocean, a sky of eternal light that lit up with golden stars, and translucent ships that lay adrift in the water. All of this was underneath an island, perhaps underneath the real ocean itself, and stretched as far as Fira's eyes could see.
  
  Exhausted, she couldn't drag herself an inch further. That was, until a puddle of golden water formed beneath her.
  
  Drink, child. I will sustain you. Come... Join Mother's embrace.
  
  Fira dipped a hand into the water and brought it to her lips. She expected salty seawater, but this was something else entirely. It was delicious. She could feel it warming her up from the inside out, granting her strength, opening her mind. Fira took another sip. Then, she pulled herself to her feet and never looked back.
  
  
  Goals:
  
  • Track down whoever was responsible for the death of Mother's child, and bring justice to them.
  • Carry out the will of the Gilded Mother.
  • Mete out justice wherever necessary.
  
  
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  Abilities
  
  
  
  Fira derives all of her supernatural abilities from her contracts with the Gilded Mother.​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The Mother's Wail
  When Fira is surrounded by enemies, she can let out a piercing cry—a screeching, deafening scream. All those who hear it will immediately be afflicted with the Mother's Agony. The Mother's Wail has some caveats though: it will be ineffective against those with a strong will, those who have heard it before, and those who have communed with or contracted with an Eldritch Being (though the inhuman sound itself may still stun or shock them). Even though the Wail itself is powerful enough to shatter glass, anyone who can't hear it, either because they're deaf, out of range, or though some other reason, will also not be affected.
  
  The effectiveness off the Wail falls off at further ranges. While the hallucinations will be potent if victims are near Fira, the further away they are, the less they will display symptoms. If they hear it faintly in the distance, they may just experience a slight sense of dread, a short reminder of all they have lost.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The Mother's Wrath
  Gifted to her by the Shamans of Mother's Hold, The Mother's Wrath is a hammer fashioned from obsidian. It is significantly heavy so one swing can shatter shields, gouge armour or split skulls. The hammer is infused with a piece of the Mother's umbilical chord, which grants Fira two abilities. The first is the power to commune with the Gilded Mother. The second is that repeated swings of the hammer will afflict those attacked with the Mother's Agony. Unlike the Mother's Wail, the Wrath can still inflict Agony on even those with strong will, those who have experienced it before, and those who have contracted with an Eldritch Being, although it may take more strikes to do so. Anyone that holds the Wrath who is not in a contract with the Mother will immediately be affected by the Mother's Agony.
  
  However, Fira's own weaknesses hold this weapon back. She is not strong enough to swing this hammer quickly, nor does she have the stamina to use it for an extended period of time. Her lack of martial training also doesn't help. Furthermore, communing with the Mother is no easy task—doing so causes a great strain on Fira's already damaged psyche.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The Mother's Eye
  Known to others as Eldritch Sense, Fira has the ability to sense when she is in another Eldritch Being's territory. She can determine how strong they are, relative to the Gilded Mother. Fira can also sense those who have contracted with another Eldritch Being.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Lamprey Mouth
  Over the years, Fira has developed a mutation: a secondary mouth. This sits at the base of her throat, where it gives her the ability to breath underwater, but can be extended out of her normal mouth, up to 5 feet. While extended, this secondary mouth is entirely prehensile and has an array of razor-sharp teeth on the end arranged similarly to a lamprey, with a bite force capable of crunching through steel.
  
  Though it has its uses, the lamprey mouth—unlike the rest of her body—is still fleshy, much like a tongue, so very vulnerable to attack. This, coupled with the fact that Fira cannot move while she uses it, makes it a situational ability at best.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Golden Blessing
  Living under the influence of The Gilded Mother's contract, Fira's body has changed substantially. Her skin is a stone-like substance and the edges where it has cracked are sharp to the touch. This makes her remarkably durable, as most piercing or slashing weapons will likely bounce off. Her skin also does a good job warding off the elements: icy blizzards have no effect on her and fire washes over her as if it was water. You wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a punch from a stone-skinned woman either. When the sun sets, the cracks in her skin glow with a brilliant golden hue, and though Fira cannot prevent this from happening, she can increase the brightness of the light to light up an otherwise dark room.
  
  However, others might consider this blessing a curse. Fira's body is much heavier—she sinks underwater—and the stone is just as vulnerable to bludgeoning attacks or blunt force trauma. Should she sustain any damage, she will not be able to heal, and no amount of magic can change that, save for the Mother's own embrace. Being stealthy is almost never an option for Fira: during the day, the sound of stone moving is a dead giveaway, and at night, the golden glow is impossible to miss, even through clothing.
  
  
  
  
  The Mother's Agony​
  The debilitating effect caused by either The Mother's Wail or The Mother's Wrath, this infliction forces the victim to feel a portion of the Gilded Mother's pain as punishment. Victims will experience terrifying hallucinations that can last anywhere from a few seconds to several minutes, depending on their willpower. All of their terrors and dreads will be brought before them to witness, which may induce manic or deliria. They might also experience short or long term trauma as a result. Most sentient creatures can be afflicted with the Mother's Agony, but creatures such as the undead or automatons (or any others that lack sentience) will be entirely immune.
  Strengths
  
  • Durable - resistant to piercing/slashing damage and some elemental/magical damage
  • Dangerous at close range
  • Underwater breathing
  • Eldritch Sense
  • Stone skin can also double as a weapon.
  • Very high pain tolerance
  
  Weaknesses
  
  • Lack of stamina and no strength training—Fira is no warrior
  • Heavy body that sinks underwater.
  • Bad stealth
  • Lamprey Mouth is vulnerable
  • Immune to healing magics or any other kind of healing—Fira cannot heal from any wound unless she returns to Mother's Hold
  • Most animals in her presence either panic or attack
  Skills
  
  • Sewing, and similar crafts
  • Climbing
  • Cleaning
  • Mining
  • Stone Masonry
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  Inventory
  Armour:
  None. With her durability, armour would be redundant and would just weigh her down. Most standard armour wouldn't fit her either, due to the spikes on the back of her neck and shoulders.
  
  Weapon:
  The Mother's Agony, an obsidian weapon in the form of a hammer or a mace. It is roughly three feet in length and there is a gouge in her back where she places it when not in use.
  
  Other:
  A satchel containing:
  
  • 2 balls of yarn
  • 2 balls of twine
  • 3 spools of sewing thread
  • An array of sewing needles
  • A rusting pair of scissors
  • 2 different sized chisels for stonework
  • A small hammer
  • A small pocketknife.
  
  
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  The Gilded Mother
  
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[Gears]

Name: Eddie Gears

Age: 36

Species: Enhanced Human

Origin: Midnight City

Gender: Male

Spoiler: Themes

Appearance:

Height: 6’7”
Weight: 150 lbs
Eye color: Neon Green (Red when pissed.)
Scars: Scar on cheek from the ambush
Tattoos: None

Skills: Hand to hand combat, Marksmanship, Stealth.
Weapons: Hybrid sniper/assualt rifle, grenade, baton.
Gear: Rations, Ammunition, Ammunition template, Nanotechnology refills.
Abilities: Nanotech (Regenrates lost tissues)
Cybernetics: Robotic eye and arm (both work automatously.) within his eye is the AI replication of Natalie

Spoiler: Backstory

Backstory: Eddie was kidnapped as a child and used as a test subject for biotech, notably nanotechnology. After being one of the few not turned into nanotech zombies or being devoured from the inside out like the many unlucky subjects, Eddie and several other test subjects escaped.

Following their escape, the test subjects formed a rebel faction; Nova Team. Nova team would prioritize the protection of innocents and as a result where seen as heroes by much of the population.

For years they operated worldwide helping innocents, until the betrayal. During a raid on a supposed lab where the nanotech experiments where being administered, the team was betrayed by their own: Mike, Rufus, and Natalie; Eddie’s girlfriend. The company turned the nanotech zombies on them, murdering every member of Nova Team.

Rachel secretly let Eddie escaped after using her enhanced mind fro erase his memories of her involvement in the betrayal, making him think that she died with the others.

Following this, Eddie became the vigilante known as Abyss, dispensing justice without mercy. After many missions with the violent rebel group:

The Reapers, Eddie was tricked into causing a massacre. Following this, Eddie led a one man asualt on their HQ, killing every single member, except his long lost father; the secret leader of the Reapers and a board member of the Athena Group. Eddie left his father for dead after learning that he started the experiments and sent him there for this to happen.

Following this, Eddie attacked the one of the main Athena bases, despite his nanotech being disabled. Eddie fought off dozens of security officers and Nanotech Zombies. Eddie then confronted the leader of the corporation that had led the experiments: General Vice.

During his battle, Natalie appeared and saved her father, General Vice. After a short battle, Eddie had the decision to save Natalie or kill Vice. After saving Natalie, Vice returned and fired Eddie’s own pistol at him, only for Natalie to dive in the path of the bullet. Vice fled after leaving Eddie for dead, only for him to escape.

Eddie was driven insane by the death of Natalie and the release of her synthetic psychic abilities, developing a second personality known as Shade. Shade took up the mantle of Abyss while Eddie became the hero Supernova.

 

[Gears]

Name: Nero Perseus Smithers

Age: 36

Species: Human?

Origin: Realms of Legend

Gender: Male

Spoiler: Themes

Skills: Bargaining, Survival, Negotiation.

Backstory: Nero wanted to be a hero his whole childhood but ended up continuing the family business of selling supplies to heroes.