Fantasy Of Distant Legends - Characters

[Birdsie]

RULES
- A like from the GM means the character is accepted.
- Give your characters motivation; some kind of drive or goal to aspire to.

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: (Their true name.)
Aliases: (Other names, titles, nicknames, and aliases.)
Age: (Biological age. How long have you been there?)
Gender: (Male, Female, Genderless, or Hermaphrodite depending on Race.)
Race: (You may create your own race, provided that you will write down a fairly detailed description of its physiology, specialization etc.)
Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
Backstory: (At least a solid paragraph. Keep it relevant.)

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

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

 

[Noble Scion]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Anri Maruhachi
Aliases: Thimble, the gatherer
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Borrower
Sexuality: Unconfirmed(?)
Backstory: A Borrower. A small race of miniscule people so named for their tendency to steal small pieces of things from other people, doing as such because of their sizes and inability to farm or cultivate food of any form on their own, with their main predators being common squirrels, whom are known to steal from and destroy their homes frequently. Aria, after becoming an adult, elected to leave her small home and head out into the vast world in the hopes of becoming an adventurer, being fascinated by the stories of large people and their fantastical adventures, making a small name for themself after battling one such creature to the death successfully and preventing its rampage of terror against her and her people.

Despite her diminutive size, she quickly gathered a cult following amongst fans from her admirable will and drive to work towards such an unthinkable goal for one of her race, earning the name thimble from her weapon of choice, a small sewing needle, through her adventures.

As a result of her cult following and popularity amongst children, she managed to gain entry into the adventurer's guild and become something of a cute mascot, showing that just about anyone can overcome their problems and achieve their dreams, no matter what ails them.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor: Whatever she finds lying around, and a small pin she tends to carry on her person that's perfect for her size
Items & Personal Belongings: A tiny bag to carry berries and such around with her, or whatever else she can find
Skills & Abilities: Tiny - Can fit through almost anything, be it a lock, or a crack in a wall (less food and drink is required for sustenance)
nimble - Despite her size, she's quite capable of getting from A to B on her lonesome without too much difficulty as long as it isn't too far away
Spells & Magic: Capable of forming small platforms of mana (Can be done repeatedly, but continuous use is heavily exhausting and is primarily only used as a last resort for the sake of energy conservation)
Weaknesses: Vulnerable to most things that wouldn't even represent a threat to an average human (e.g. shoes, spiders, mice etc)

FLUFF
Hobbies: Collecting, dancing, listening to stories, puzzles
Quote\s: "Y'know, you big folk can be quite nice sometimes, thanks for the lift!" "I-I'll have you know I'm quite large for my people!"
Theme:

 

[Epiphany]

Name: Shriandriath the Debased Maiden
Aliases: Shri Armitage, "Mom".
Age: Ancient (but appears to be in her thirties)
Gender: Female
Race: Succubus

Backstory: Once, there was Shriandriath the Debased Maiden, a horrific demon wizards summoned into our world to unleash against their enemies. Even among succubus, she was renowned for her ability to incite lust in the hearts of men. Virtue was her preferred drink and male flesh her preferred food. She consumed the souls of thousands over the millennia and never stopped thirsting for more.

Until the day Aziz summoned her up in a binding circle. Instead of deploying her like a weapon, he trapped her in a ward circle wrought into the very tower she'd been summoned into. He put her to work for a century or so, interrogating, 'torturing' and plying every secret he had any interest in from any prisoner he happened to capture. She was bored more than irritated by her captivity. When King Ozirmok suddenly lay siege to the tower and drove the lich from his lands, Shriandriath was intrigued at the novelty of finally being let loose. She tore several of his soldiers to pieces, killed more of the lich's minions out of indifferent spite and then her eyes fell on Thomas Armitage. Attached to King Ozirmok's army as a medic, the youthful priest passed among the wounded, dispensing the miracles of Ayala, the Maiden of Marble and the Goddess of Healing. When he came upon her, Thomas alone looked at her without lust in his eyes. Instead, he laid a gentle hand on her cheek and prayed for Ayala's healing light to wash away a cut from a soldier's blade.

Something warmer and far more mortal than a goddess' light came into her heart then. Shriandriath the Debased Maiden, thousands of years old, bored and bitter by eons of debauchery, saw something new in this man's innocence. Rather than rip it from him, she simply followed him. Shriandriath spent the next year at his side, listening to his words of simple faith, watching the substance of his beliefs at work as he healed warriors, farmers and children. When he came to look at her with love in his eyes, an answering love lit in hers. And when the first time his lips touched hers, Shriandriath knew the kiss wasn't for the comely form she wore, it was for her.

A year later, they were married. And in the years since, she bore him three children. As time passed, Thomas Armitage at last settled in the newly established city of Ethengarde to open a temple to Ayala, the Maiden of Marble. And his wife Shri Armitage was happy to care for his family and home, giving all she could to the man who gave so much of himself to others.

In the fullness of years, with her children grown and out of the house, Shri Armitage once more felt restless. But rather than return to her old nature, the succubus instead saw opportunity in the Adventurer's League. A chance for some excitement, a chance of danger, and of course the prospect of bringing home coin her husband could put to use in building that second temple to Ayala he wanted to raise. Besides, with at least one of her children considering the same career path in the League, the least she could do was sharpen her own skills...and possibly keep them alive.

[div class=header]Physical[/div]
Appearance:

Between her white hair, the gleaming curling horns, claws and visibly glowing blue eyes, there's little mistaking Shri for human. Once supernaturally beautiful, several decades among humans have tamed the fires of demonic temptation, reducing her to something more palatable to those she once preyed upon.​

Weapons & Armor:

Weapons: In the event Shri deigns to do battle with danger, she removes her habitual gloves to reveal ivory claws capable of rending flesh and mail alike.​

Armor: She wears decorative armor of blue, gold and gray, adorned in Ayala the Maiden of Marble's colors. The demon herself is supernaturally durable and likely sturdier than her armor.​

Items & Personal Belongings:

A pack with basic travel items and additional clothes in it.​

Skills & Abilities:

Shri has thousands of years of experience in persuading and seducing mortals to do anything she wants.​

As a combatant, she's capable of a demonic fury that can sunder a regiment of soldiers or give pause to a giant. While she lacks physical range, Shri is inhumanly strong and has had centuries of practice using her deadly talons against rival demons and prey alike.​

She's well learned in the magical arts, mostly from an informal academic perspective. She's been summoned by so many wizards for so long, she can identify most spells by incantation, sigil or component.​

Shri is a capable cook and skilled in a sundry of domestic tasks including sewing, cleaning, and the raising of children.​

Spells & Magic:

While her demonic energies have waned in her decades away from her natural plane of hell, Shri retains the powers of her kind.​

Kiss: With the touch of her lips, Shri can captivate a victim, steal their lifeforce or put them into a deep enchanted slumber.​

Dreamwalk: When someone is unconscious, she can touch her fingertips to their temples and enter their dreams. This lets her perceive their heart's desire as well as gain a basic understanding of who they are. She can also insert herself into their dreams and leave the victim inflamed upon awakening.​

Sense Lust: The sexual attraction of mortals, towards herself or between each other, is as plain to Shri as someone's hair color.​

Revive: While her lips can steal the life from victims, her breath can restore it. It takes a great deal of energy to do so, however, usually requiring she drain twice as much life as she restores.​

Flight: With an act of will, Shri can manifest white leathery wings and take to the air.​

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Weaknesses:

Shri's limitations include:​

Unholy: She can be repelled by holy symbols and the truth faith of mortal men.​

Unnatural: As a denizen of another plane, she can be warded against. She's also subject to being summoned and bound by wizards who know the right incantations.​

Diminished: While she's learned to live without supping on the souls of others, her abstinence has left her weaker than others of her kind. In particular, she's entirely lost the power to conjure and wield fire, to summon up her own demonic minions or to wrack mortal bodies and forge them into lesser demons.​

Family: Shri considers her husband and children a source of strength but they can be powerfully effective levers if used against her.​

Hobbies:

Knitting.​

Gardening.​

Babysitting.​

Peeling the skin off of especially sinful mortal men.​

Quotes:

"Oh mortals, you're so adorable!"​

"Dress warmly and don't forget your scarf! You don't want to get cold, do you?"​

"Sweet dreams, sweetie!"​

 

[Silver Wolf]

Luna Lupex

• Personal
• Physical

• 
  Aliases: Prodigy Lunar Warrior (Only among her clan)
  
  Age: 23
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: Human
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Backstory: In a distant land, there's a clan which holds the blood of the Moon Goddess: Lupa, a pair of fraternal twins were born. The expectations these twins were born with were high. Their uncle was the current leader of the clan, and they were expected to be great at what they did. Luna mastered many skills at an early age, particular ones that had to do with harnessing Lupa's power. Her brother was a different story. For many centuries the clan had been praised for their fine warriors with mastery of unique magic, but her twin could not harness the brilliant white energy she could. Everytime Everyle tried to do what she did with his blood, it exploded in his face, literally.
  
  Years passed as they performed general training, but Luna began growing by leaps and bounds as her brother stayed behind. She never really heard the whispers said about him in her absence until the gossip eventually reached her ears. Her own twin brother was often regarded as a failure, even after he decided against becoming a Lunar Warrior and instead became a Night Shadow. The worlds they lived in were completely different. Luna's feats continued to garnish praise as she performed on the battlefield while her brother skulked and kept his feats a secret as a Night Shadow's decree required.
  
  Two years ago, Luna had woken up to find her brother gone. A single note was left for his abandonment of his home, explaining how he couldn't live among the clan anymore. Luna berated herself, she had done everything perfect yet she couldn't be a sister. She had known Everyle's pain for years, yet she did nothing for him. She never gave him council, helped him in training, nor did she stop to think of how little praise he had received in comparison to her. Luna left a few months after his disappearance to search for her brother. Two years, and she finds herself in Ethengarde, far from her home with very few clues pointing around.
  
• 
  Weapons & Armor: Luna typically wears white metal plate armor with bits of chainmail in between for further protection, and she can remove this armor with relative ease. Luna carries a double edged long-sword with a black guard holding moonstone with a white handle that holds an onyx at the butt. She can wield it with one or two hands.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings: She's a minimalist, and travels lightly, so she doesn't have any mementos of the past carried with her. Luna typically buys supplies and sees little use in using tools to live off the land, so she will buy items such as rations and extra attire ahead of time.
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  Quick Foot: Very fast swordplay and attack style she perfected to what may almost seem like a dance to people. She may attack with her hands or feet even, and her strikes are surprisingly strong, but not overpowering.
  
  Reaction: Fast reflexes and good intuition sees her taking many initiatives in physical fights. These are momentary though, they aren't always well thought out and can backfire, but she can recovery swiftly.
  
  Charisma: Luna's presence is calming to some individuals. Her kind demeanor also makes her quite approachable and easy to talk to. She can and has used it to her advantage.
  
  Lunar Eye: An ability held by those of the Moon Clan to enhance their senses. It allows one to see magic clearly, see in the dark, gain better perception, and even react faster. This skill can reach superhuman proportions, but at a price. The more powerful and longer the ability is active, the more strain it will push on the psyche and parts that use it. At maximum level, Luna can hold her mind for three minutes. The first minute will end with a migraine, the second will see her eyes, ears, and nose bleed, while three minutes will see her pass out.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  
  Moonlight Magic: Element unique only to those holding Lupa's blood. It proves highly effective non-material beings, but it is hardly effective against anything purely physical. This particular lunar element scales with the moon and is strongest during a full moon.
  
  Moonlight Blade: Moonlight element is applied to the sword, making it highly effective against magic-based beings.
  
  Full Moon Ward: A round sphere that protects from magic and even physical attacks to an extent.
  
  Moonlight sphere: A ball of light that lights things up, floats and can be commanded by Luna.
  
  Lunar Blast: Point blank range spell that disrupts all magic with a white blast.
  
  White Purge: Removes magical ailments, but requires time and concentration.
  
  Weaknesses: A little eager to trust people, terrible liar, emotional, cocky, and has no way to fight at distant range.

Birdsie

 

[Noble Scion]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Kaizer Harrison
Aliases: The Carver, The Sculptor
Age: 32
Gender: female
Race: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Backstory: A performer turned knight. Kaizer started off in a school of cultural arts, grew up there amongst friends as an orphan after being abandoned there, and was taken care of by the staff for the early part of her life. The child grew and showed promising abilities in a number of fields, be it dancing, singing, playing instruments such as the outlandish accordion, harmonica and a plethora of others, each of which she simply seemed to have a knack for and practised continuously, yet none did she practise more than her carving. This was her life for the most of her early years, until growing of age to leave her home and set out into the open world to make a living for herself.

She played her music far and wide, drew paintings of beautiful oceans, soaring skies and blazing deserts, yet as she worked on, she felt a deep satisfaction in her works, crafted clothes made of the finest silk that's quality would've rivalled a cloud's level of detail. They were praised by those around her, and easily paid for her livelihood, yes, but she lacked any form of attachment to them. She tried a number of ways to feel more complete with each painting, trying things such as painting onto her own body, writing novels about her works and even destroying them afterwards, to test if that was it, yet none of these sufficed.

Then the thought struck her, that perhaps the reason she did not believe her arts to be complete, was due to her lack of invigoration. Her arts were crafted in calm environments, always, yet never had she tried performing her critically-acclaimed abilities... in a more dangerous setting.

She began sword-training, and while the sound of swords clashing against swords was something, it wasn't quite the danger she was searching for. Kaizer Harrison, the artist, slowly became a warrior, and found that the pumping of her heart truly gave meaning to her works. Her knowledge of artistry leading to her taking on a slow, yet methodical approach to battle, with heavy and large swings with precision in mind more than brute strength

Carving a new idol after each battle, each of quality equivalent to when she had been at ease, became her pass-time, and while she was on par with the most professional of artists, there was more progression to be had. The adventurer's guild had its doors wide open, and she wasted no time taking the opportunity to enter.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor: A two-handed great-sword and her usual armour, as shown in the picture above
Items & Personal Belongings: A wood carving kit and varying sizes of small wooden figurines, a number of instruments, and a bag of holding to contain them all
Skills & Abilities: expert carving with delicate fingers and a steady hand. Trained in various performing arts such as singing, dancing and acrobatics. Multilingual.
Spells & Magic: small affinity to earth magic, enabling her to vastly speed up the growth of small plants and singular fruit, with no combat use.
Weaknesses: Standard great-sword weakness of swings having a large recovery time, arrogance in her own abilities, leading to misjudgements of characters and situations on occasion.
Ineffective against large numbers of mobile opponents. Not entirely experienced in the art of the sword and would easily be bested by someone experienced in different matchups

FLUFF
Hobbies: Carving, dancing, performing
Quote\s: "I'm... Something of an artist, I guess you could say, except I chisel more than just wood."
"If I give you a statuette, will you please stop asking? I bet other knights don't have to deal with this.."
"I have spent... countless hours cutting and shaving things. Don't test my patience."
Theme:

 

[Archdemon]

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: ???
Aliases: Fox (Was given to him)
Age: Unknown, is assumed to be either in his 20's or 30's.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Backstory:
There is not much known about Fox except that he just showed up one day out of the blue. The city was having a problem with a volatile beast, one with both cunning and strength. Adventurer after adventurer tried to take down the beast to no avail. When Fox showed up and took the contract without a word, many laughed that he was crazy. A man with no armor or weapons had no chance to take down such a creature. They soon changed their tune when fox came back with the jaw of the beast, proof it had been killed. This feat brought the attention of the adventurers guild, and when they offered him a spot he accepted without a single word spoken.


PHYSICAL

Appearance: He still wears a Fox Mask most of the time.
With Suit and Tie:
Without:


Weapons & Armor: Fox has no weapons or armor besides himself
Items & Personal Belongings:
A fox mask
A suit and tie

Skills & Abilities:
Master Hand to Hand combatant
Durable: Fox can handle more punishment than most people.
Agile: Due to focusing more on martial arts, fox is faster than normal people.
Disarm: Fox knows that when an opportunity presents itself, a disarmed opponent is easier to fight than most.
Arrow catcher: Fox can grab arrows as they are fired at him, though he cannot grab every arrow if there are a lot flying towards him. Fox can even throw the arrows back to the ones that fired them.
Intimidating: While Fox may not be able to speak, his physical appearance is quite intimidating.

Spells & Magic:
Fox gains magical energy the more he fights and depending on his stance, he gains different effects the more powered his stance is with magical energy. There are 3 tiers to each stances, the third being the most powerful.

Brute Stance: This stance shows more focus on strength and durability. First tier of magical energy gives Fox an increase in both his strength and durability. Second tier gives fox another increase to strength and durability. The final tier give a great boost to strength and durability, and he can also expend all the magical energy generated to create a brutal magical strike though doing so will exhaust fox extremely.

Rushed Stance: This stance focuses more on speed and agility. First tier gives an increase in both his speed and agility. Second tier does the same thing. The final tier gives a great increase in speed and agility, this also allows him to make a fast attack that disables a targets mana flow and paralysed them by hitting pressure points, though this will exhaust fox immensely.

Beast Stance: This stance focuses more on Strength and Agility. First tier increases Strength and Agility. Second tier does the same. The final tier grants a great boost to strength and agility, and allows fox to Transform into a magical Tiger and uses his beastial power to take down his opponent. Once he reverts back Fox will be gravely exhausted.

Weaknesses:
Silent: Fox being silent makes it harder to communicate to his allies and when trying to do anything socially.
No defense against ranged: Fox doesn't have many options against ranged attackers, especially magical ones.
No armor: Fox wears no armor and so if he gets hit, there is nothing to lessen the blow.


FLUFF (Optional)

Hobbies:
Training
Meditating
Reading philosophy

Quote\s:
"..."

Theme:
Birdsie

 

[Silver Wolf]

Everyle Lupex

• Personal
• Physical

• 
  Aliases: The Dark Moon
  
  Age: 23
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Race: Human
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Backstory: As far as Everyle can remember, he was born to expectations, but he made a fatal mistake trying to reach such expectations. He tried to do what others were praised for. His own sister, Luna, was very capable. Everyle saw his own twin sister as a model of what he should be, and he respected her. Everyle never felt right using the Moon light element, it never felt like it was his. He trained in private for hours on end during his teens when he finally realized something. His most successful attempt had been during a New Moon, when Moon Light magic was supposedly at its weakest. A new approach was needed. When Everyle had the chance, he tested his theory by attempting to think about the moon that waned, that left the sky leaving an eerie shadow in its wake. Eventually, he had done it. Everyle had cultivated perhaps one of the most elusive elements of his clan, Night Moon magic. Based on the dark that beasts hunted in, the sky the moon ruled over, and most importantly his way to finally do something.
  
  His hopes weren't up to his expectations though. Everyle had a different duty calling to him once he unlocked his true potential. His magic was easily blotted out by the brightness of the Moon Light magic most others used. They found it laughable, how his magic was so weak it was easily repelled by even the weakest of the clan. Everyle thought he was using it wrong, and so he distanced himself to train more. He decided to finally drop his sister's approach and sought his own. Everyle realized something quickly with his power, it responded to his mind more intimately than other magics. If his mind was ablaze with uncertainty the spell would typically fade. His power was so malleable he focused harder on having a clear mind of what he wanted his powers to do. Unlike Moon light magic, his Dark Moon magic had an effect on the physical he had never considered.
  
  Everyle was assigned to a different training regime later on, and he had his first steps of independence from the shadow he lived in for so long. When he finally held the title of Night Shadow, a rare title in a time of peace. He went around performing similar feats to his sister, but the feats were a secret. His job was to prevent incidents that would cause panic. Since his feats were to remain a secret, the shadow of his sister grew larger and larger until the oversight and the comments directed at him reached a point that he decided he had enough. Everyle left silently with a note briefly explaining that he would leave to not let his talents rot in the clan. Everyle was just sick of it, the silence, the whispers, the sacrifices he gave for people too ungrateful to consider him worthy of even their silence. His sister had tried to support him, but any time spent with him could ruin her name.
  
  Everyle left so suddenly he had no idea or care what was going to happen. He only cared about one thing: starting a new life. Everyle had finally learned how to master his powers to be of use, but clearly he could not use them as he wished under the climate of his clan. He traveled for two years following whispers of a newly formed kingdom, perhaps he could do something good there. He could only hope that he could leave his past behind.
  
  Hobbies: Fishing and cooking.
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  Weapons & Armor: Everyle wears little armor and typically limits it to leather. His fighting style is more about perception and plotting than action, so he values mobility over defense very greatly in his armor choice. Everyle holds a bow which he is competent, but not very good with and a short sword with a white guard holding an onyx and a dark butt holding a moonstone. Along with that short blade he has a dagger which he can use to dual wield or keep as a secondary weapon. He also holds a set of throwing knives he uses sparingly despite his incredible aim with them.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings: A mask with purple accents reminiscent of an owl or hawk in design. Everyle also keeps a multipurpose hunting knife with him and a fishing pole oddly enough.
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  Evasive Style: Everyle's attack style isn't focused on initiative, but evading the enemy and using tricks or openings to force them into revealing a critical weakness to then take advantage of. Unlike his sister who counters and dodges at a moment's notice, Everyle smoothly bends around strikes and analyzes them to find a way to chink his opponent's defenses.
  
  Perception: Everyle is highly aware of his surroundings and even people to an extent. Reckless behavior is rewarded with a sharp strike both literally and metaphorically.
  
  Sneaky: Stealthy by nature due to his generally quiet nature and light footwork. He even knows how to outright erase his presence and just generally vanish as he pleases, but he doesn't like this ability and is literally trying to nerf his secondary nature tied to it.
  
  Lunar eye: An ability held by those of the Moon Clan to enhance their senses. It allows one to see magic clearly, see in the dark, gain better perception, and even react faster. This skill can reach superhuman proportions, but at a price. The more powerful and longer the ability is active, the more strain it will push on the psyche and parts that use it. At maximum level, Everyle can hold his mind for five minutes. The first minute will end with a disorientation, the second will see him lose his balance and speech, the third sees his eyes, ears, and nose bleed, three minutes will see him having a massive migraine, four minutes will see his motor functions deteriorate to crap, and five sees him passing out.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  
  Night Moon magic: Element of night which dulls senses, may enhance physical abilities, and is strong against the material. Unique to Lupa's bloodline and holds a strong connection to the night.
  
  Night Mist: black fog sends the senses of all but himself into a weakened state and maybe disorientation for weaker minded beings.
  
  Dark Blade: enchants his sword to create streaks of shadow and cut more smoothly.
  
  Illusions of Night: Self imposed enchantment that blurs his form, making his movements harder to track, but can only be used in dark areas.
  
  Raven Wing: A shield of shadow comes up and protects from attacks, but fades faster to magical attacks.
  
  Weaknesses: Cautious, squishy, doubtful, and is talented at neither long nor close range combat.
  

Birdsie nepu

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Aazaa Deepwater
Aliases: Runt, Bright Eyes, Self Proclaimed Socerer Supreme
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Kobold
Sexuality: Bisexual
Backstory: Born of the Deepwater tribe, Aazaa was the runt if the little, even when compared to the already diminutive kobolds, Aazaa was smaller still. She was never the strongest in the tribe, neither was she the quickest nor the nimblest, Aazaa always had little to offer when it came to her physique. However, unlike her more cowardly brethrens, Aazaa was filled with the spirit of curiosity and the desire to adventure. Though weak, Aazaa has delved deeper into the cavern she called home than any of the other kobolds. Though clumsy, Aazaa climbed the hill on which their dwelling had resided. Though slow, she’d crossed the river that lay beyond her home. Blessed with the ability to cast magic, Aazaa always believed that she was destined for something more than a life lived cowering within the caverns her kind calls home. She didn’t fear the unknown, in fact, she wished to know more about it. And so she embarked on her journey, armed with only a staff she’d found hidden deep within their cavern, searching for the adventure of a lifetime.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Spoiler: Aazaa

Aazaa stands at 2 feet, shorter than even the already short Kobolds. Aazaa has a pair of big, bright yellow eyes, sparkling with curiosity and joy. Her beak like snout is filled with short sharp teeth, though she’s less likely to bite you than she is to talk your ears off. Her long ears droop towards the ground, wide and large ears designed to hear for both trouble and opportunity. Aazaa also has a pair of short goat-like horns on top of her head, though it’s more of an ornament than a weapon of any sort. Aazaa’s clothing is a mish mash of whatever material she could find, usually scraps she’s gathered and bits of clothing that she happens to find, resulting in a weird hodgepodge of fashion that is, quite frankly, impractical and a bit uncomfortable, though it might as well be the most beautiful of robes in Aazaa’s eyes.
Weapons & Armor: Aazaa’s weapon of choice is a staff which serves as a focus for her magic. It was found hidden away within the deepest part of the cavern she lives in, buried under all sorts of trash and rubble. While she wears no armor, Aazaa’s scales provides a bit of protection.
Items & Personal Belongings: She has a bunch of trinkets and scraps, which while treasures to her, holds little value elsewhere. Aazaa also has a bunch of scrolls with her which she found alongside the staff. Aazaa can’t read it and itt doesn’t appear to do anything special.
Skills & Abilities:
Survival - Aazaa is adept at foraging for food in the wild and is also able to discern between poisonous and edible vegetation. She is also quite good at tracking and trapping small critters. Creating shelter is also one of her skills.
Apothecary - Aazaa is able to creating some basic healing potions and salvo using plants and herbs she can manage to forage.
Darkvision - Like all Kobolds, Aazaa can see well in low light environments.
Spells & Magic:
Elemental Magic - Aazaa can use two types of elemental magic, acid and lighting. Aazaa can shoot a spray of caustic acid and she can also shoot an sphere of acid which explodes upon impact. She can also fire a bolt of acid, best used for singular targets. As for lightning, Aazaa can shoot a bolt of lightning from her staff, even able to cause it to arc towards other targets. She can also fire a overcharged bolt, exploding upon impact and stunning those in the vicinity.

Weaknesses:
Physically Weak - Aazaa is weak, plain and simple. She’s not strong, quick, or even nimble. She’s also a lot more fragile despite her armored scales, more a glass cannon than anything else.
Naive - She knows nothing about the world. She is easily tricked and is absolutely gullible.

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

Birdsie

 

[Kylesar1]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Sheub Mangoza
Aliases: Shelby; Shel are her "human" names
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Orc
Sexuality: Pansexual
Backstory: Sheub join the Adventurer's Guild after it was discovered they had a lack of ranged combatants. She joined in order to get money for her family to move across the land from their homeland, the war torn Dhadron Bhol (Da-hai-dron Ba-hall). This brutal war already claimed the life of her beloved big brother. Being an expert in crossbow, she proved her mettle pretty fast. Sharon made a vow to get money until she can get her family down to live near her. Hopefully they won't die before she gets them down there...........

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:
Leather Armor

Spoiler: Adjustable Crossbow

Adjustable Crossbow- A Dwarven-made Crossbow that can switch between 2 modes, a rifle-like normal crossbow and a sniper-like Ballista Crossbow. This comes with a sword that changes with the crossbow from a short sword to a long-sword. While it can be detatched and used on its own, it's mostly used as a bayonet

• Rifle Setting- Fires faster but with weaker enchants
• Sniper Setting- Each shot takes longer to reload but hits hard from all but the most extreme distances. The enchantments on Sniper Bolts can be devastating. Probably shouldn't be used upclose.

Variable Quiver- Houses 4 different Arrows

Spoiler: Arrow Types

• Normal- A normal Arrow. Nothing special.
• Ghost- Flies completely silently and disappears after hitting. In Sniper, the bolt bypasses physical armor. As a Ballista, it also releases toxic gas all over the area. This is the Weakest Arrow, but flies the fastest
• Brimstone- An arrow that can ignite the target. In Sniper, it explodes and ignites. As a Ballista, it unleashes a devastating explosion laced with sticky Napalm. This arrow flies the slowest, but is the most powerful
• Ethereal- A simple arrow that illuminates the dark and can hit ANY target. In Sniper, it explodes and blinds everyone, burning their eyes. As a Ballista, it unleashes an eruption of Holy Light as well as blinding everyone close by. The base arrow immediately banishes weaker undead

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Mines
• Bombs
• Animal Traps
• Potions (Mana mostly, but others made for sight as well)
• Survival Gear

Skills & Abilities:

• Immense Strength- Like pretty much every orc, her strength is far greater than a human could ever get
• Intellect- She's far more intelligent than the stereotype of orcs
  • Calculation- She can gauge distance on sight while taking into account wind and trajectory
• Master Crossbowman- There's nothing she can't hit with her crossbow
• Sleight of Hand- In Rifle Setting, she can reload her crossbow pretty fast
• Expert Bayonet Training- She's better with the sword attached to her bow than the sword alone

Spells & Magic: All of her spells affect her shots.

• Ballista (S)- Turns the arrow into a giant artillery-grade arrow, making it immensely powerful. Takes time to use
• Marksman (R)- Targets a place then takes a fast shot at the target. Almost certain to hit at mid range and closer
• Semi-Auto (R)- Duplicates the arrow and allows for rapid shots without re-notching for about 10 rounds
• Overload- Loads the arrow with magic to unleash a powerful effect when released. Takes time to use
• Stillpiercer- A Wind Enchant on the Normal Arrow made to pierce armor and shields both physical and magic
• Smoke- While using the Ghost Arrow, she can detonate early to release a thick black toxic smoke
• Lock On- Targets an enemy with the Ethereal Arrow. The arrow will aggressively chase the target
• Detonate- She can detonate the Brimstone Arrow in the air. This allows her to hit enemies behind cover.

Weaknesses:

• Blitzkrieg- Time is her greatest friend when it comes to fights. The long game is her forte. It takes 1 post to fully change settings. Strongest Spells take time to charge. Ballista Takes time to charge. This means her absolute strongest spells, ones that both require Ballista and Overload will unleash on the 3rd post. If she has to change from Rifle, it'll take 4.
• Concentrated Charging- She MUST concentrate while Overloading. If she stops before Overload is complete, she'll have to start over.
• No directly Offensive Magic- ALL of her spells are related to shooting
• Crossbow Dependent- Without a Crossbow, her offensive capabilities are pretty much compromised and her magic is completely useless

 

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[div class=flex][div class=textarea][div class=header]Basic Information[/div]
Name: Lilian Sliashves Lesque
Aliases: Lily, Duchess
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race:Human
Class: Card Caster

[div class=header]Personal[/div]
Sexuality: Heterosexual
High Concept: Noble girls just want to have fun.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Organizations\Affiliations: Laevyn Pact
Personality: Lilian doesn't give you the impression that she is a Mage. She doesn't appear to be the studious intellectual type required to perform magical spells, and yet she is one. She's a woman who enjoys her vices but also knows when to stop. She isn't above using her magic for pranks or to pick pockets and is fairly morally ambiguous.

Backstory: Lilian is from the noble family of Lesque granting her the title and rank of Duchess. This put her in a position of wealth and power at a young age leaving her not ever wanting for much in her life. Her older brother being her father's heir and being more magically inclined than her older sister left Lilian to fulfill her family's tradition of studying magic. She attended the prestigious Academy of Blackthorne where she decided to focus on the uncommon magical medium of cards over staves and wands (with exception to grimoires).

She casually swept through her time at the Academy and graduate as one of the top fifteen students, though she wondered if that was in part of her title. Not that is mattered much to Lilian, it was what it was and she had come out of the years spent living and studying there actually learning something useful rather than being married off like her older sister; though that was always still a possibility if her family opted to throw her into some marriage alliance.

In addition to officially becoming a recognized Mage she also joined the Laevyn Pact, one of the few formal Mage groups that focused on card casting.

When she returned home after being gone for nearly a decade she found the stiff noble etiquette unbearable. With the King's formation of the Adventurer's Guild and a few sly words she managed to convince her father it would be more beneficial for their family name to have one of them visibly protecting the kingdom. Thus Lilian gained her temporary freedom from the political responsibilities than were part of her birthright.

[div class=header]Physical[/div]
Weapons & Armor:

• Cloth/Leather Armor
• Deck of Caster Cards
• Grimoire

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Bag of Holding
  • Gold
  • Extra clothing
  • Survival items (bedroll, etc)
  • Parchment, Magic Quill

Skills & Abilities:

• Self-Defense
  • Adequate competence in unarmed close-range combat.
• Gambling
• Tarot Card Reading

Spells & Magic:

• Card Casting
  • Uses various cards to cast various spells.
• Card Summoning
  • Can summon cards that she can cast..
• Card Creation
  • Can make magical cards to add to her special decks.

Weaknesses:

• Card Casting
  • Magical abilities are confined to using cards. If she has none of her cards she cannot cast effectively and can only use a basic magic missile skill.
  • Cards that are destroyed will cease any spell and will have to be re-made to use them again.

[div class=header]Fluff[/div]
Hobbies:

• Gambling
• Pranks
• Sleeping

Quote\s: "Uncle Ozirmok your hugs hurt."

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[June Verles]

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[div class=flex][div class=textarea][div class=header]Basic Information[/div]
Name: Christopher Armitage
Aliases: Chris
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Half-demon

[div class=header]Personal[/div]
Backstory: Once, there was Shriandriath the Debased Maiden, a horrific demon wizards summoned into our world to unleash against their enemies. Even among succubus, she was renowned for her ability to incite lust in the hearts of men. Virtue was her preferred drink and male flesh her preferred food. She consumed the souls of thousands over the millennia and never stopped thirsting for more.

Until the day she got married to a nice man and became a housewife. Chris was born into that family as their first child, being the first he was doted on by parents as the rest of his siblings but he also had to deal with their inexperience at parenting. He did not only have to deal with his father being very intrusive because he wanted his son not be influenced by his mother's antics but he also had to deal with his mother being able to literally "smell" his lust and also being questioned for it, in a casual matter of course. Due to this from a young age Chris became very desensitised to the world. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as it allowed him to brush off any of his mother's antics and it also allowed him to become very self-dependant from a young age.

Which became a good thing as he'd get a brother and sister as time passed on, getting him a lot more independence. This is where he got his passion, horticulture.

While travelling with his father to a nearby monastery he was left alone when his father was pulled away by clerics, that is where he noticed a man growing a flower using earth magic. That captivated him, as he'd approach the priest to better look at it the elderly man smiled and explained that his magic was a blessing from one of Ayala's children, Agria, who gifted the world with the gift of agriculture. He became engrossed with that, the ability to control life with magic to such an extent was so endearing to him, every time he saw a plant grow he couldn't help but grow a devious smile that was uncharacteristic for him.

Nonetheless his father was happy that his son finally had a interest, his mother being fine with whatever he wanted. At 16 he got a scholarship at
Blackthorne Academy, studying earth magic with a focus on plant magic. He'd soon graduate and get a job there as a researcher. This would continue until recently, where he was laid off due to his more "unethical" and "inhumane" practices. Having his funding cut he decided to join the adventurer guild, just as a way to continue his research.



[div class=header]Physical[/div]
Appearance:

He inherited his mother's more human features, smooth pale skin and snow white locks. Fortunately he doesn't have any of her demonic traits, except the tendency for his normally blue eyes to go yellow whenever casting magic or whenever a holy relic is nearby.​

Weapons & Armor:

Weapons: He has a wide range of medical and magical utensils, but he wouldn't dare to use them as a weapon. He more usually just resorts to his fists, which are more than enough.​

Armor: He doesn't wear any other than his college uniform, which he has multiple of. His natural skin is strong enough to pose as armour, not as strong as his mother but good enough.​

Items & Personal Belongings:

A bag of holding with the following:
His research notes and samples​

A incredibly vast amount of utensils and tools for horticulture​

His bag of seeds obviously​

Skills & Abilities:

Did I say he was really into plants yet? So good in fact he's probably the best in the country.​

Spells & Magic:

While he doesn't cast any spells per say he has multiple species of plants hes bred that he uses magic to quickly grow.​

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• Rosa Necrosis: The seed quickly sprouts out a flower, that upon budding releasing a cloud of dust that calms the creature smelling it and gives it a minor necrosis curse. The necrosis can be healed by minor healing spells.
• Convolvulaceae: A specie that once injected with magic will spread out it's vines. These vines can be controlled by the magic injector and are more tension resistant than steel wire.
• Nuytsia Mortis: A parasitic plant that once latched to a living thing will soon begin to slowly drain it's magic and then it's life force, the more movement the host does the quicker it's drained.

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Weaknesses:

Shri's limitations include:​

Kind of unholy: He is somewhat more hurt by holy magic than other people, and demon binding works on him but not banishment.​

Uninterested: He is quiet and completely aloof most of the time, getting to him might be hard because he usually ignores people on purpose.​

Family: He inherited his adoration for his family from his mother.​

[div class=header]Fluff[/div]
Hobbies:

Origami.​

Gardening.​

Reading.​

Seeing things slowly die from his creations.​

Quotes:

"Plants are easier to deal with than humans"​

"Do you want some of my harvest, they've eaten some of my assistants so they are very nutritious."​

"..."​

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[Hanarei]

Basics

Name: Bethany Armitage
Alias: Evelyn (preferred), "Evelyn the Arcanist Absolute", "Evelyn the Transcendent Thaumaturge"
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human/Demon (Cambion)

Personal

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 5'4
Weight: 113 Ibs
Hair Color: Green
Eye Color: Violet

Perrsonality

Lilith is a rather intelligent and confident woman. She has a rather large ego about herself from her skill to her very looks viewing herself as being near the pinnacle of perfection. She views it her duty as one 'so great' to protect those 'under' her. While she is very confident when it comes to love and anything of that nature she can become quickly very shy and meek often having trouble when dealing with a crush or 'interest'.

Likes:

• Being Praised
• Men
• Pursuit of Knowledge

Dislikes:

• Being looked down Upon
• Rejection
• Holy Things

Background

Bethany was born the middle child of Shri and Thomas Armitage. Growing up she found herself often dragged to the temple often by her father and generally being pushed towards following the light. It didn't take long for the girl to find a desire to rebel from her parents and seek her own interests. She took to reading a rather young age eventually expanding her horizons into the arcane arts finding a natural talent for it. It didn't take long for her to realize her own natural talent with magic and go in the direction of the arcane forsaking bothering with any supposed 'deity' to get her own power from.

Getting into her teen years Bethany had eventually adapted her own name of Evelyn and sought to make a name for herself. She continued her own studies often experimenting and trying things for herself. Her ability to absorb knowledge and utilize magic so easily along with her own beauty had caused the girl to develop quite an ego about herself as time went on. Unlike most girls her age she found more value in furthering her own studies rather then doing stuff a typical teen might do locking herself up in her room often adorned with dark and 'evil' looking things. Her ego only grew more as time went on finding herself having surpassed many wizard much older then herself only causing her to believe herself to be a prodigy destined to be the greatest wizard to live (along with the most beautiful).

With word of Adventurer's League being formed, Evelyn saw it as the perfect chance for her to escape her 'dull' family (she would never admit she cared about them even if she does) and get to prove to the world how amazing she is and how they should adore her. Unfortunately for her, it seems as if her mother had a similiar idea of joining as Evelyn's desire to escape from her family and make a name for herself on her own has ended up a far more awkward new journey for her.

Items and Belongings
Evelyn carries around a compact spell book often left attached to a chain rested upon her hip to use as a quick reference for some spells she might not be able to cast on a whim or to act as a small focus for spells that might require one. She also possesses a large full sized spell book containing a large selection of magic that she might not have a reason to use very often or more demanding spells of which the book can be utilized as a focus in order to cast the spell more effectively.

Abilities

Skills and Abilities
Seduction: Often done unintentionally, Lilith tends to draw those who might be sexually attracted to her rather well.
Intelligent: Lilith has shown to be a very intelligent woman. She can be very resourceful when she finds herself in a bind. She often comes up with clever ways of using her magic.
Book Smart: While she might like to pretend otherwise, she tends to be quite the read often enjoying reading through a book on her downtime. She is quite skilled at researching.
Linguist: Her pursuit of knowledge and love of literature has lead her to learn several languages that are more common place particularly in texts dealing with the arcane arts or related subjects. Languages include things such as Elven, as well as more ancient languages such as Draconic and Abyssal.


Magic
Life Force Absorption
As part of her Succubus nature, she has the ability to take the life force from those she makes contact with .She can feast on the energy someone possess using it to nourish herself. She is able to absorb someones energy through their clothing and other material should it be thin enough, though direct skin contact is the most effective. Intimate contact such as something like a kiss among other things can be the most effective way to use such an ability.

Enchantment Magic (Intermediate)
Lilith has the natural ability of using enchantment spells. The magic varies in forms, often used to cause a detriment on foes or a positive effect on allies. The spells often hold some effect that alters the mind of those under its effect, whether it might be directly or in more indirect means (such as putting a foe to sleep). While she has talent in this school of magic, she tends to avoid focusing too heavily into it (in part due to embarrassment) focusing on other schools of magic instead.

Conjuration Magic (Expert)
An Expert at Conjuration Magic. This form of magic can cause various effects from the creation of objects, to fiddling with other dimensions, or even teleportation. It is the newest form of magic she had taken up in an attempt to further expand her repertoire of magic capabilities viewing it as providing a great deal of utility to her kit of magic spells.

Necromancy Magic (Master)
She has put a large focus in necromancy (likely as a way of rebelling against her father in particular) becoming quite proficient in the necromantic arts. She has a great understanding of particularly the branch dealing with life and effects related to such. She has a general understanding of magic related to the undead although much of that magic she tends to avoid utilizing perhaps in some distant form of respect for her father and his general belief, and her own distaste for disturbing the dead unless absolutely necessary.

Evocation Magic (Master)
Perhaps her strongest school of magic to help her get her work down against particularly nasty foes where violence is the only answer. Evocation magic allows her to utilize magic in raw often elemental forms. This type of magic often is used in the form of 'blasting' foes away or creating various effects of an elemental nature.

Weaknesses
Physically Average
While not some puny weakling, she isn't some strong powerhouse either. She has little to no training in martial weaponry shunning it away for the sake of the arcane arts. She can manage to do things without magic if she must though she won't at all

Anti-Magic
Effects that counter Magic in general will be her bane, lacking much as far as resources to fight without the use of her Magic to back her up.

Holy/Extraplanar Weakness
While not a full demon, she managed to inherit a bit more of her demonic side causing her to be in part susceptible to strong Holy effects or effects that might target Extraplanar creatures. While lesser forms of the spells might have no effect on her, stronger spells can cause some detrimental effects on her albiet not often to the full extent of a full demon like her mother.

 

[Birdsie]

• Basic Information
• Physical
• Fluff

• BASIC INFORMATION
  Name: Azhi Armitage
  Aliases: Az
  Age: 13
  Gender: Male
  Race: Cambion
  Sexuality: All of them
  
  Backstory: Azhi is the youngest addition to the Armitage family, and probably the last one. His mother an archdemon succubus, his father a saint archbishop, and his siblings a bunch of weirdos, he embraced his heritage on both sides.
  
  Azhi was always a little different from other children; precocious, for one. He caught onto abstract ideas and could understand people from observation. Due to being a cambion, he also has an impressive reservoir of mana, though he's done little so far in the way of learning magic besides some basic tricks related to his demon ancestry and grasping onto a few divine spells from observing his father and changing it to not draw from a deity's power.
  
  When mother set out to join the Adventurer's Guild, he convinced her to bring him with her.
• PHYSICAL
  Appearance:
  
  
  
  
  Weapons & Armor:
  - Knife.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  - Spare change.
  - Potion of healing.
  - Handkerchief.
  - Traveler's equipment.
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  - As everyone's little brother, his very presence is a morale booster.
  - Due to being a cambion, he has large mana reserves. If the average mage is a mana battery, then he is a mana furnace.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  - Succubus Heritage.
  -- Charm Aura: Azhi can activate a very powerful charm aura, that makes others regard him as friendly and cute. It will make enemies pause, considering him a non-threat and it can even be used to tame animals. He uses this ability for self-defense, but also to get lower prices from vendors, or to convince people to do things for him.
  -- Drain Touch: A watered-down version of his mother's ability. Through skin contact, it is possible to sap a victim's vitality, willpower, and mana.
  -- Empathy/Aura-Sight: A watered-down version of her mother's abilities. He can pick up on the feelings of others through his senses, seeing their auras as affected by their moods and natures.
  -- Fire Resistance
  
  - Cleric Spells.
  -- Heal: This is a spell that heals physical wounds, such as cuts or bruises. At Azhi's skill level, he can heal a small, open cut in five seconds, and a broken rib in up to two minutes.
  -- Buff: This is a spell that enhances a person's physical aptitude. At Azhi's skill level, it is possible to enhance a person's general condition up to three times over or grant them the power of three men, and it can be cast on multiple people.
  -- Bless: This spell is Buff's more esoteric cousin. It increases a person's luck to allow them to dodge attacks more easily and generally bringing forth good fortune in situations of "chance." At Azhi's skill level, he can make a person five times as lucky for several minutes. It can be cast on multiple people.
  
  Weaknesses:
  - Holy Damage: He is less susceptible to radiant energies due to studying his father's magic, but his soul, mind and body are still poorly configured for handling it. He feels extreme unease in sacred places and though he's not hurt by positive energy, directed holy energy hurts more than usual.
  - Anti-Magic: Pretty much relies on Charm Aura not to fight and on Drain Touch not to die if he has to fight.
• FLUFF (Optional)
  Hobbies: Helps his mom and brother in gardening and is learning it himself, astronomy and divination, learning magic from observing those around him, helping out in the neighborhood.
  Quote\s: "How are you today, sir/ma'am?"
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[Inheritance]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Brom Beararm
Aliases: Who goes by a false name?
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sexuality: This ship sails with women
Backstory: Raised in a small village in the middle of nowhere, Brom was raised to be a farmer just as his family had been for generations. They were not rich, but they got by fine, and never really had problems with anything aside from if their crops would grow and keeping foxes out of the hen house. When he was 11, he was offered an apprenticeship with the village Blacksmith, and excited to try something new, he accepted. A little over 6 years of working and training, the Blacksmith was killed in a robbery gone wrong. With nobody else to work the forge, he took over for the village, leaving his family's age old lifestyle.
He worked for another 3 years as the Blacksmith, getting very good in the art of the forge. His life was changed forever when a group of raiders attacked his village, killing his family and most everyone he knew and loved. He was one of the few who survived, but with only a dozen or so people left in the village, the people decided to take what they could out of the ruin and scatter. Brom had been taught by his master to use a number of weapons as it was, and after forging his own sword and hammer, he set out with some old chain armor he took off of a dead guard, and headed out into the world.
The next four years he spent training in fighting, training as a woodsman, and improving his art of the forge. He rarely spent time in one place, though he did serve in the army for a time (more for pay and the experience, not because of politics). He now travels around trying to find a calling and a purpose, and maybe to eventually settle down as a Blacksmith-as he has grown to be quite a talented one.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Weapons & Armor: Large two-handed sword, Large two-handed hammer, and a 1 and a half handed sword with shield. He prefers to use the two handed weapons, but he can get by with the sword and shield. His great sword is enchanted, made to break enchantments, enchanted and given to him by a grateful magi during his travels. Other than that, he is magic free.
Items & Personal Belongings: He has hammers and tools for smithing, and carries around some metals that he could repair or make one or two weapons if he has too (with a forge). One of his forging hammers is supposed to be magic, given to him by a Dwarven Blacksmith, but that is rumor that he has never confirmed or denied.
Skills & Abilities: Great blacksmith, strong woodsman
Spells & Magic: He never learned magic, but he wouldn't mind learning a few spells. He doesn't feel like he needs magic though, and would only learn out of curiosity.
Weaknesses: His lack of magic and lack of understanding of it causes him to be under cautious when dealing with magi. He also was brought up in a small village, so he is very blunt and doesn't know much about manors or anything fancy. He has a bit of racism towards elves, as the raiders that attacked his village were elves. He also has a very limited education, and while he isn't stupid and knows how to read and write, he never did much in the sense of studying.


Hobbies: If he has time, he tries to get better at his abilities in the forge. He likes to do work to get his mind off of things, and typically doesn't like to sit around and do nothing.

Theme:

Birdsie

 

[LostHaven]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Faust Windfallow
Aliases: The Raven-Masked Magus, Lord of The Frying Pan, Suspicious Salesman of 'General Wares'
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Elder Lich
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Backstory:
An eldritch undead of timeless evil, Faust is an Elder Lich whose terrible power has plagued the lands for millennia.

Or at least that's how old stories go.

The Raven-Masked Magus existed for centuries past, truth shrouded by legends and speculation. Some believe the creature is a timeworn creature of a forgotten war or a mage who achieved functional immortality, like the rest of the Lich race.

To be completely honest, even Faust has forgotten. He stopped caring. To put simply, whatever promise or vow he made in a time long gone, he doesn't give a shit anymore. After a confrontation with an adventurer's party, he managed, by some miracle to join the Guild that had targeted him. He runs a shifty store that sells general items to adventurer parties.


PHYSICAL
Appearance:


Weapons & Armor:

The Raven Mask
The silver mask that Faust always wears. Stupid rumors say that it contains some unspeakable power, but in reality, it's just a plain mask. Stupid rumors come in handy, however.

The Arcanecylhik
Faust's signature weapon, the magic-enhancing tome known as the Arcanecrylhik. It contains an immense pool of mana and amplifies the potency of magic significantly. Curiously, it is also a giant compendium of magic and arcane knowledge. This is also Faust's phylactery.

The Guillotine Scythe
An ancient relic from a bygone era, the Guillotine scythe is forged of an angelic metal of unknown origin. It measures over 2 meters long, with a scythe-blade lined with cruel thorns that digs into flesh. It possesses the holy property and is an extremely effective weapon against the unholy.

Frying Pan
A simple cooking implement becomes a deadly weapon in the hands of the Elder Lich. It is made of an alloy between Adamantite, Cocytite, and a metal form of Null. It is able to pary magic projectiles, as long as swords.

Items & Personal Belongings:
-Ring of Holding : A ring that can store an infinite amount of items in a pocket-dimension-esque space. Other than a jaw-dropping amount of money, it also holds a myriad of random items that Faust has no reason to be holding.


Skills & Abilities:
-Regeneration, nigh-immortality and inhuman strength makes Faust a deadly combatant in melee combat
-Mastery of unconventional combat


Spells & Magic:

Arcane Magic
The manipulation of raw magical energy, to perform devastating attacks, create barriers or in rare cases, even mess with reality to a minor extent, like teleportation. Faust has mastered this art, and seems to be able to pull off arcane spells of a calamitous scale.

Cryomancy
The manipulation of specifically ice and frost. While it is not as destructive as other forms of elemental magic, Faust favours this for general usefulness.

-Black Ice: Black ice is a 'state' of ice that in legends is said to occur in the frozen lakes of Cocytus. Faust thought it sounded cool, so he tried to find it. Nobody knows if he actually managed to succeed, but the Black Ice, in this case, has a comparable hardness to steel, unable to melt by conventional means, and looks fucking badass. Again, showing off purposes, mostly.

Necromancy
Generally branded as 'dark magic', Necromancy is the manipulation of death and decay, using 'negative energy' to kill opponents, or to resurrect corpses and utilise them.

-Wall of Death: You thought I was going to leave this thing out? Hell no, when the 12-year old me made this, I liked it, and I still do. Started off as a spell to 1-hit KO an entire 20th level party with no exception, and still is. Original concept was stolen from Dragons and Titans. Summons a moving wall of negative energy that kills anything it comes into contact with. With each creature killed, the wall grows in size and travels further by draining every last drop of mana out of its victims and converting it into more negative energy. Faust needs a couple dozen sacrifices to get the fire started though, or he could sacrifice himself for it. Either option is out of the question. Hang on, why does he even know this?


Weaknesses:
-No real technique in melee combat
-Dies upon destruction of his phylactery, which he always carries on him
-Severed limbs will not reattach unless it is within 30 cm of where it's meant to be
-His physical body can be destroyed, and will regenerate after anywhere between 1-3 days.

FLUFF
Hobbies:
-Cooking Stuff
-Selling / giving away drugs
-Kicking Gnomes
-Recently taken Alchemy for fun. Don't ask what he slipped into your drink.

Quote\s:
"Since when was charging at a mage considered a viable tactic? Kids these days."
"Do you know how expensive a this is? If you drop it, I will kill you so hard you will die to death. Your wounds I shall inflict upon your mortal body shall be so fatal you will die."
"Yes, I sell the good stuff. All the good stuff."

Theme:

 

[Reinhardt]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Markus
Aliases: The Beast of Algrannar, The Dire Creature
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Accursed - Old souls, cursed by a higher power to be reborn into a new form. In which they are to roam the lands until the end of time, or at least, until they rid of the shackles from their fates.
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Backstory: Not much is known of Markus, and not much has he known of himself. One day, he simply appeared in the ruins of Algrannar, a kingdom of old that fell as a consequence of things that occurred ages ago. As he emerged, he found himself tethered to giant, magical sword - unable to part with it. He roamed the ruins of that kingdom for years, scavenging for food and barely surviving, as he tried to learn more about himself. More specifically, his past. Eventually, he would come to realize that the mysterious sword he brings with him could be the key to answering his questions - but he was without means to uncover the riddles that cover its truth.

He'd leave Algrannar, gaining infamy as this feared creature, earning names and titles that have no use of. Time would pass, as tales of this mysterious beast roaming the lands, would pass from one mouth to another. Eventually, it would lead Markus to where he is now. Perhaps there, he would find a way to get the answers he seek.

PHYSICAL
Appearance: Markus appears much like a dire wolf, but is about twice the largest size of the said creature.

Weapons & Armor: Ancient Sword - A huge sword, hilt engraved with various runes and patterns. It appears and reappears as Markus wills it. It is said to be unbreakable.

Items & Personal Belongings: None.

Skills & Abilities:

Spoiler

Languages - Markus can speak in the common tongue, as well as the language of the beasts. Though not completely fluent, he can also understand the language of the elementals.

Animal Instinct - Markus's senses are heightened. He is very proficient in combat with regards to the usage of his natural weapons such as biting and scratching. His tracking and survival skills are considerably of a higher level.

Great Beast - Markus's large frame allows him to deliver more devastating blows to his enemies, as well as take some beating. Despite his size, he is a very agile creature.

Spells & Magic:

Spoiler

Resistant Hide - His hide is embezzled with the essence of magic. He has innate resistance against any harmful magic against him, and most physical attacks towards him tend to have their effectiveness reduced.

Howl of The Ruins - A special howl that emboldens Markus and those which he has bonded with. Their overall capabilities are strengthened for a short while, though the effects of this lasts longer under the moonlight - up to a maximum of four lengthy hours.

Fury of The Beast - His attacks, both while wielding the large blade and with his natural weaponry, bypass the magical resistances of his targets.

Weaknesses:

Spoiler

Mortal - Contrary to the stories, Markus can be slain in combat and other manners. Just because he can age indefinitely does not mean he will live forever.

Regression - Markus is prone to succumb to his beastly instincts, and might cause some problems not only to himself, but to those he travel with as well.

Lesser Magic - He doesn't have a lot to bring in the field of the arcane. While he can combat magic-users fairly well, in a full-blown magic battle, he's not going to be in his favored playing field.

FLUFF
Theme:

Spoiler

 

[IamNotLoki]

Name: Liam Gregory
Aliases: "Hostslayer", "Swordsbane", "Iron Ogre" (The first three aliases were given to him in his time as a mercenary, he no longer goes by them)
"Nolan No-Shoes" (Current title)
Age: 64
Gender: Male
Race: Human (although some claim that he is an Ogre, or a giant, or a mix of both)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Backstory:
Many years ago, in the time of the Black and White wars, one man struck fear in the hearts of all warriors, both human and divine alike. This man overshadowed most men on the battlefield with his sheer size. Those few who are taller than him are outmatched by his overwhelming strength and merciless brutality. Seeing the "Iron Ogre" on the battlefield usually means a death sentence to anyone on the other side. The most dangerous part about the "Iron Ogre" is that he does not belong to any Lord or King... he was strictly a sellsword, meaning it is almost impossible to predict which side he will fight with. One day a soldier might cheer when the "Iron Ogre" saves their life... Another day that same soldier is smashed into bits by the ogre's infamous warhammer. The "Hostslayer" was famous for being "the soldier that broke a hundred swords and killed five hundred men in a single night"

Young Liam didn't grow up with much. His only gift was his raw strength. He found out quick that he was far stronger than any of the beggar boys in the slums of his childhood. WIth his strength, he became a mercenary: Killing anyone he hated, and forcing himself upon any wench he desired.

At the peak of his power, he met a person that made him see the error of his ways. Now part of the clergy that worships Hann, he desires to find the true meaning of "Love". He walks barefoot across hard streets to find forgiveness and salvation.




PHYSICAL
Appearance:
he usually wears a roughspun friar's garb over his massive body. His torso is marked with many scars from battle. The top of his head is shaved... sometimes short sprouts of hair grow on it when he hasn't shaved it in a while.

Weapons & Armor: None.
Items & Personal Belongings: Rough Cleric's Robes, A copy of the Hannogg the holy book of Hann. A bag of food donated to him by people he meets.
Skills & Abilities:
Iron Skin: For a human, his body is surprisingly hard to damage. In his youth, he was known to take hammers and swords to his bare skin and deflect it.

Faith: He has strong conviction in his faith. Often he can inspire others to believe as well.

Ogre's Strength: If he wanted to, he can punch anything into dust.

Warrior: Although he vows to never touch a weapon again, he is very proficient with types of weapons. He prefers using a warhammer.
Spells & Magic:
Sacred Healing: 7 times per day he can pray to the Gods to heal a target of all ailments as well as remove all injuries. It does not work on himself.

Sacred Blessing: Only once a day, he can imbue a target with a holy blessing. He can let others "borrow" his own strength.

Turn Undead: Severely damages undead enemies. However, if used on a living target... this will heal them for a small amount.

Sacred Duel Rites: He prays for the gods to favor him in trials of combat. Liam will always win in single, hand to hand combat with no magic involved.


Weaknesses:
Nightmares: He often has nightmares about his previous life as the "Iron Ogre".

Mortal: Although he is quite sturdy, he is still just a human.

FLUFF
Hobbies:
-Telling stories from the Hannogg to people who can't read.
-Sharing Hannogg stories to children.
-Giving food to the less fortunate.
-Demonstrating feats of strength on the street to proclaim the power of Hann.
Quote\s:
-"Kindness is Strength"
-"May the father guide you"
-"Aren't we all SInners in the eyes of Hann?"
Theme:
Bios

 

[IamNotLoki]

Name: Aegis
Aliases: Nothing yet.
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Sexuality: Hetero
Backstory:
An orphan street rat. She's been an orphan street rat as far back as she could remember. Being one of the few Dark Elves found in the slums of Glamis, she never found a family to belong in. To survive, she spent most of her life stealing from travellers passing by the slums. A travelling priest called "Nolan" found potential in her speed and agility and pushed her into joining the League of Adventurers. Her past is a blank slate and her future is even blanker.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Silver hair, gold eyes, gray skin. She is around 4"9'.
Weapons & Armor:
Eastern Martial Arts Gi - A Gift from Fox.
Bahamut Fists - A Gift from Nolan. They are fists made from Bahamutite... a rare fire and electric resistant metal comparable to dragon bones. Using special techniques would allow the fists to generate large amounts of electrical power.
Items & Personal Belongings: None.
Skills & Abilities:
Sleight of Hand - Her hands are steady and silent... allowing her to be a great pickpocket.
Escape Artist - Spending most of her life escaping from the City Patrol, she has mastered the art of escaping.
Agility - She is faster than most people... and can run for a really long time.
Low Level Drowtongue - can understand some Dark Elven words... cannot have complex conversations (she wasn't born in the company of native speakers)

Spells & Magic:
None.

Weaknesses:
Inexperience - Being young she does not know too much of adult subjects.
Lonely - Being lonely can be exploited.
Drow Racism - most races look down on Dark Elves.
Uneducated - Cannot read.

FLUFF
Hobbies:
-Although she hasn't played any yet, she would love playing board games!
-Running and parkour
-Recently her new favourite fruit are oranges.
-Watching adults.
Quote\s:
"Do you ever talk?"
"Your mask scared me..."
"Can we take a break?"
Theme:

Birdsie
Archdemon

 

[IamNotLoki]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Ichabod Blackblood
Aliases: "The Blood Bastard", "The Younger Crow", "Ugly Crow". (all of these he hates)
Age: 65 (Young for a vampire)
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire (Nosferatu Type)
Sexuality: Asexual
Backstory:
Ever since he was a child, Ichabod dreamed of becoming a hero. Saving damsels, defeating bad guys, being loved. However, as the youngest son of the infamous crime lord called "Maestro Il Blood", he was destined to take up the family business and serve under his more... attractive vampire brothers. Eventually he rejected his family's wishes and pursued a career in Adventuring... working his way up the ranks of the Adventurers League as a veteran hero.

However despite his hard work... his ugly appearance, and the way he liked to finish missions (cleverly and using tricks) didn't earn him many fans in the League. Not to mention the fact that people associate him with his infamous mafioso father. He eventually grew tired of being unloved and grew bitter over the years. No matter how hard he works, people just see him as a villain.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:


Weapons & Armor:
"Valor and Honor" - What he calls his axe and dagger respectively. The axe is used to break shields while the dagger is used to parry swords. They are gifts given to him by his older brother.
Darkmail - A special type of mail that absorbs sunlight, lowering the effects of sunlight. Although his skin still burns a little when exposed to too much sunlight.
Items & Personal Belongings: Aegis' bag of oranges.
Skills & Abilities:
Minor Vampire Strength - Not worth mentioning really... although he is a vampire, a mutation made him just as strong as a healthy human.
Vampire - He can drink blood and all that. He cannot eat solid food other than fruits (juicy fruits). He doesn't grow old and doesn't die from old age.
Sharp teeth - His bite really hurts... and his teeth are as strong as steel.
Taunt - He can be so abrasive that enemies are often forced to attack him.
Intimidation - He loves using his appearance to his advantage... prefering to scare enemies rather than fight them.
Blood Mafia Connections - As a son of the Blood Mafia's Maestro, he has a lot of social power. He hates relying on his family's power though.
Trickster - Can fool and distract others easily.
Vampiric Healing Factor - He can heal wounds and injuries if he consumes enough blood/oranges. The more serious the injury, the more he needs to consume.

Spells & Magic:
Blood Trick: Swap - When he consumes the blood of a target, he can choose to swap positions with them. It's a teleport basically.
Blood Trick: Null Senses - When he consumes the blood of a target, he can hold his breath... that person can not see, hear or smell Ichabod. When he exhales, he is immediately detected by that person.
Blood Trick: Bat form - Changes into a "bat" when he consumes blood.

Weaknesses:
-Weak to Sunlight
-Not as strong as an average vampire.
-Often refuses to drink blood. Prefers to eat oranges.
- Does Not make friends easily.
-Abrasive nature.
-insomnia... doesn't sleep easily.
-sometimes, randomly falls asleep during the day.

Some misconceptions:
-He will not turn you into a vampire if he bites you or consumes your blood.
-Holy water has no effect on him.
-Holy magic affects him just like any race.
-He doesn't like garlic. He can't eat it neither. However it doesn't hurt him to go near or touch garlic.

FLUFF
Hobbies:
-eating rare fruits
-Pissing off his brothers
-tricking people
-knitting (He actually loves to knit sweaters)
Quote\s:
"Fuck you!"
"H-Hey stop crying!"
"You fell for it! Dumbass!"
Theme:

 

[Birdsie]

• Basic Information
• Physical
• Fluff

• BASIC INFORMATION
  Name: Sareth Glamis Ethengarde
  Aliases: Fafnir, First Prince, Crown Prince
  Age: 20
  Gender: Male
  Race: Half-Dragon (Demigod)
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Backstory: When King Ozirmok Glamis was only twenty-two, already a famous adventurer leading the people of what would later be called Ethengarde, he and his wife (only fianceé at the time) found a mysterious baby among cultists in a temple of Tiamat on an adventure. The pair knew what it meant, and they decided to protect the boy and take him, adopting him as their son and naming him Sareth. They treated him very well as if he was their own, though the public knew from the beginning what the reality was.
  
  At the age of ten, Sareth learned the truth, that he was a son of the Dragon-Goddess Tiamat. Ever since then, especially after the birth of the rest of his parents' children, he felt like he didn't fit in with the family, despite their warm treatment. There were always little tells, but now, more than ever, he felt isolated. Sareth sought refuge in adventuring, emulating Ozirmok in this, and he signed up for the Adventurer's League with his parents' permission, seeking a form of escapism and proof that he is like them. He wants to prove to them, and to the people of Ethengarde that he fits into the family.
  
  Before joining the Adventurer's League, he educated himself in the Collegium Fratellis; the school of knighthood and chivalry that trains fighters, cavalrymen and knights and paladins alike for several years.
  
  He wants to prove to himself that he fits into the family.
• PHYSICAL
  Appearance: Please, ignore the impractical elements like the weird scythes on his forearms or that weird glaive weapon that would be an absolute pain to wield.
  
  
  
  
  
  Spoiler: Face & "Backup" Armor

  
  
  Weapons & Armor:
  - Obdurium Sword & Shield: A pair of magic sword and shield, crafted from obdurium; a supernatural meta-material that, despite having high weight and durability, has little inertia when affected by the user.
  - Adamantine Armor: A heavy set of plated adamantine armor, with a helmet that has a grill visor. It has a number of blue gems on the chest and helmet, both of which are enchanted to protect from adverse magical effects.
  - Bow & Arrow, and a spear, if he has inventory space left.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  - Access to resources and influence in the kingdom; rich.
  -- Basically, any items that need requisitioning for a given mission, so long as they aren't ridiculously overpriced, rare, or magical in nature.
  -- Health potions, as a safety.
  -- Draconic animal pets.
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  - A skilled fighter with nearly all weapons, and capable of riding horses or even flying animals. Specializes in polearms and swords, though has picked up the use of shields. Can use bows or crossbows in a pinch.
  - His body is stronger than it looks, as the result of being half-dragon. He is peak-human in terms of his condition, and his strength goes slightly beyond that. All of his attributes can temporarily double, but only in short bursts and releases, unless he is willing to wear down his stamina and burn himself out more quickly.
  - Highly reliant on instinct in combat, capable of adapting fast to new conditions. A dangerous and annoying opponent to deal with. Sareth has made extensive attempts at using tactics and strategies, but it's not his forte, and in fact, seems to be actively canceled out by his reptilian psychology.
  -- Instinctive hunter, can live out in the wild for a long time.
  
  Spells & Magic:
  - Paladin Spells: Includes Detect Evil, Detect Undead, Smite, Guidance, Lay on Hands, Cure Minor Wounds, and Purification.
  - Dragon Abilities: Sareth has several abilities from his draconic heritage, most of them passive and weaker than normal, not due to his status as a half-dragon, but due to active repression and reluctance to use them, as well as to indulge in his draconic compulsions. He's unlocked only a tiny bit of his potential, and unlikely to ever unlock anything else for as long as he wants to stay in touch with his humanity and morality.
  -- Dragon Breath: As the child of the many-headed dragon goddess Tiamat, Sareth has access to dragon breath from any species of dragons, provided he learns it from someone or something first. Currently, he can breathe fire and ice, and has learned to imbue a weapon or object with the essence of his breath. Because his breath is maladjusted due to his slow growth and reluctance to use his abilities, this tends to burn or freeze his throat when he uses it.
  -- Omnivore: Dragons are literally complete omnivores, capable of eating not just plants and meat, but things like rocks or gems to sustain themselves. They can also find magical energy nutritious in case no other sources of food are available. Sareth has inherited this trait, though he still finds non-foods to be less nutritious and hard to consume.
  -- Draconic Persuasion: He becomes preternaturally charismatic and convincing when interacting with dragons and dragonlikes of lesser status; dragons, especially ones older than him, will be unaffected, but things like drakes, wyverns, or landwyrms will be. He can also intimidate them or deceive them more easily.
  -- Treasure Detection: Can, quite literally, sniff out things of objective value and worth, as well as approximate how much they are worth.
  -- Magically understands dragons and dragonlikes and can communicate with them; speaks draconic.
  
  Weaknesses:
  - Draconic Compulsions: Feels an innate compulsion to collect items of objective or subjective worth, get angry at lesser beings like humans, and consider himself a higher being whose presence they are unworthy of. In general, he has something like a second, darker persona, whispering for him to indulge in these urges and stop listening to his moral constraints.
  -- Health Issues: Despite a robust draconic physique, his repression of his draconic compulsions has resulted in a "retarded growth" (funfact: dragons literally grow by collecting (and eating) treasure and other stuff.) Sareth often wakes up with a taste of blood in his mouth, and sometimes has bouts of nausea, weakness, or other symptoms, that occur randomly especially if he attempts to reject any of his draconic urgings or when using one of his abilities too much. These often happen at the worst of times, so he carries health potions as a safety.
• FLUFF (Optional)
  Hobbies: Seeking adventure, training in combat, trying to play strategy games with his mother or Luthandriel and failing badly, praying to Bahamut for guidance, praying to other gods to thank them.
  Quote\s:
  "What a way to start a day."
  "Dearxymoralsobahamuthavemercywhatisthat--"
  "Fight me!"
  Theme:
  

 

[Noble Scion]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: lllyana Shurima
Aliases: Shurima's chosen one, The world's empress, Empress Shurima
Age: Ancient
Gender: Female
Race: Sand lich
Sexuality: bisexual
Backstory: Illyana was once the queen of an ancient civilisation, spanning a continent made entirely of sand. A monarch that was said to have ascended to god-hood, and as such, was hailed by all near and far, with those few standing before her either staying within the shadows or facing eradication by the worship-powered god-empress herself.

Those that tried to face her, fell to her knees in a matter of weeks as their armies, being vastly outnumbered by hers, succumbed to not even her military might, but the inane feats she performed almost as publicity stunts. Entire countries devoured by waves upon waves of crushing sand, beasts of the desert following her whims, worshippers gladly sacrificing herself in her names, all to empower this singular person in their conquest of the world, all powered by the true Shurima herself, who had placed her seed in this singular person's ancestors countless years before, all devised for what had come this day.

Her glory was set to last until the world itself ended. With nothing and no one to face her, with no fear of insurgency, what could their possibly be left to fear?

Death.

Although many believed her to be immortal already, Illyana, the queen of this glorious kingdom, with no successors as she refused to allow her body to become tainted, feared death, and the clear way of surpassing even this problem, was to truly achieve mortality, lest all the work she had placed into achieving the domination of the world be lost to time.

She set a private team of her closest supporters to work on such a solution, and despite it taking some time, the solution eventually came to one called Annutar, one of her few followers that had remained in her favour since the early days of her development.

He suggest that lichdom be taken, to ensure that her life-span last until the end of time, and to allow her to continue enacting god's will, and needless to say, she agreed.

The procedure took place, the inordinately difficult to obtain ingredients necessary were.. obtained, and the rites were cast, all appeared to be going to plan.

The beautiful woman that had become so central to the world lay to rest within her sarcophagus, the item that was to be her phylactery, and shut her eyes, as was required.

The problem was, once this was done, she... Didn't wake up. The procedure would have killed her, had it not been for the true Shurima's interference. Saved from death, Illyana was placed into an endless sleep, in the hopes that one day she might wake up, but when that was, not even the dark goddess of sand knew.

Annutar disappeared into the crowds, lost amongst the empty faces.

At first, the empire kept running, with only slight confusion at the lack of daily appearances of the god-queen, but as time went on, people grew restless they grew worried as the one so beloved failed to make an appearance until revolts began occurring.

Worshippers stormed the enormous castle, and to their dismay, found what they assumed to be the corpse of their goddess. They mourned and spent time, yet eventually, the decision went for the sarcophagus to be shut, and soon after the enemies of the empire destroyed it from within, with no emperor to stop them, with no leader to guide the armies, the castle fell, and soon after, the kingdom itself burned as other countries, that had once been allies forced through fear, simply over-ran the place and fought over like empty land once more, both Illyana, and Shurima, falling to nothing but whispers on the wind occasionally mentioned by historians in vague conversation.

The tomb, containing Illyana was buried, and her kingdom, as she had feared, faded to nothing as time does what it tends to do, and passed, as the goddess Shurima herself, delved into a sleep alongside her, attempt to preserve her energy in the hopes that the one she had placed so much of her will into, would return to the living and return this god back to the glory-filled life she had been enjoying.

PHYSICAL
Appearance:

Egyptian lady

• Noble Scion
• Mar 15, 2019

Weapons & Armor: The staff of Shurima - Allows for illusions to mask the appearance of the user, and exhibit properties of the illusion
Items & Personal Belongings: Her royal robes and amulet of ascension.
Her sarcophagus is her phylactery
Skills & Abilities: Decision-making
Leadership
Persuasion
Public speaking
Spells & Magic: Made entirely of sand, and as such, is capable of sand-based shapeshifting and geomancy as long as the amount of sand required is present, and is capable of transmuting non-sentient objects into sand, if given time.
Petrification is also within her capabilities, however it requires prolonged contact
Weaknesses: Her Phylactery being destroyed would be the end of her
Currently weak, due to the lack of sand available
Inexperienced in the modern way of life
Can't read or write (in common)

FLUFF
Hobbies: Being an empress of the world, long baths, elegant feasts, ancient, long-forgotten dances
Theme:

 

[LostHaven]

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Alexiel Zelerath Pendragon
Aliases: 'Phantom of Raven Court'
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Sexuality: Will fuck literally anyone.
Backstory:
Alexiel was born as the eldest daughter of House Zelerath. As all cliched stories like these go, her parents wished for a son as their heir, rather than a woman, and thus her parents never paid much attention to Alexiel. Furthermore, a year later, her mother became pregnant with a male, making him the heir of their noble house. This made Alexiel completely arbitrary and deadweight more than anything, and left to her own devices.

She was never given much financial support as most of the family's effort was spent on her younger brother, and Alexiel eventually joined a paladin order, wherein she became a prominent member, much more skilled in the holy magic, and excellent skill with the lance. Seeing an opportunity to further their own name, her parents suddenly delivered to her, their family treasure, a holy lance, and sent out to exterminate a powerful undead who was terrorising small villages.

Turns out, it was a lich. I mean, who couldn't see that coming?

The entire party, including Alexiel, got their asses handed to them, and disgraced by the shame of defeat, Alexiel was cast out, and disowned by her family. Sadly, Alexiel had her rebellious teenager phase a but late or something, and all the angst and stuff got to her head. She left the paladin order without notice, and at first tried to sell herself as a blade for hire. She soon found out it was more tiresome than it seemed, having to deal with annoying asses and whatnot on a daily basis, and ended up getting a job at some dodgy store.

And whaddyaknow, apparently, working under an asshole of a lich doesn't do well for a growing child's personality, and all the angst, plus the gloomy, negative-energy saturated atmosphere made all of Alexiel teenage angst and stuff pile up.

We all know what happened after that. One day, while cleaning the mess of a store, Alexiel stumbled across a hudden floorboard, and pulled it open. Under it was Faust's secret stash of uh... 'forbidden scriptures' whereafter she was enlightened to the one true religion.

Uh... yeah... The moral of the story is, don't let your kids grow up near asshole elder liches.


PHYSICAL

Weapons & Armor:

'Imperius Maxim', Judgement of Corruption
It used to be a lance with the holy property and the pride of House Zelerath. She was carrying this when she was kicked out by her parents and just kept it. For some anomalous reason, the lance, somewhere along the line was corrupted with god-knows-what. Originally supposed to be a righteous tool of justice meant to smite all sinners, it just kind of... indiscriminately smites literally everything. It's like a holy smite, except it does double damage to everything, not just evil stuff... And don't even ask where that name came from. Alexiel thought it was cool when she was in her edgy teen phase, ok? The name's engraved into the handle, so it's not like it can be removed. So it's stuck with the edgiest name ever, forever.

Holy Book
One of those super-thicc books paladins carry around for prayers and useless crap of the like. Alexiel just kinda uses it to beat people over the head and give them concussions. As an asshole lich once said: 'anything can be a bludgeoning weapon if you believe hard enough.' To be fair, he also said 'fucking a trap isn't homo if you believe hard enough' too

Half-Plate
It's some standard issue crap. Alexiel almost never wears the armor, opting for more... revealing outfits even in a fight... Apparently, it's uncomfortable and sucks to move around in or something.

Items & Personal Belongings:
Literally nothing, except a wardrobe full of the exact same dress, and money. Alot of money. She's pretty good at earning bigger tips.

Skills & Abilities:
-Bartering... She's got some excellent uh... assets for this sort of business...
-Thottery... Wait, that probably just fits in with the skill mentioned above. Whatever.

Spells & Magic:

Holy Magic
Average Paladin buffs and prayers, and shit of the like. The only difference is, Alexiel can cast stuff like holy smite without chants or prayers. And for some reason, spells that are meant to have bonus effects against evil stuff seems to affect all alignments.

Weaknesses:
-Almost never wears armor
-Literally no outstanding qualities without blessings and buffs.
-Those twig arms are just that. Twigs. Her strength is like, subpar.

FLUFF
Hobbies:
-Reading uh... 'adult' books.
-Playing with cute girls. And flirting. Aggressive flirting.

Quote\s:
'Yes, your mother was quite amazing in bed.'
'By the time I'm done with you, this lance is going to so far up your ******* and you're going to be screaming ***************** like fuck and calling me daddy.'
'Huh, funny, your son calls me mommy too.'

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[Reinhardt]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Seraphine Reizylle
Aliases: ---
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Anzyrieth
Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5'3

Backstory: Seraphine was sent to a magic academy at a young age due to her untapped potential. Ironically, her innate affinity for magic didn't really make go through. Her concoctions and rituals would often go awry, usually causing some damage to the school properties - which eventually forced the academy to kick her out, despite her exemplary advances in the art of the arcane. Without an academy to back her up, Seraphine decided to continue her studies in magic alone, eventually encountering a legendary mage who called themselves as the "Pioneer of Glorious Magi-Science".

And the said legendary mage visited her frequently, watching her growth in the field of magic, albeit it may be not as fast as compared to when she was in a magic academy. Realizing her potential for greatness, the legendary mage took her in under their wing. Under the supervision of this "pioneer", her advances in the field of magic grew exponentially - she learned techniques that no one she knew of would have discovered, uncovered various secrets of magic and the like. Most of her studies under this mage were inclined towards alchemy and the magical art of transmutation, though various fields of high level magic were engraved into her knowledge.

This legendary even mage gave her something that the called as a "Mana Burst Regulator", which helped her control the sudden surge of magical energies that she experienced back then, to a point that they no longer occurred unless she wished them to. However, as her growth in the field of magic continued, her mentor suddenly vanished - only leaving behind a note that they would be going away with an old friend and "save the world".

But what's peculiar is that the said mage never struck her as a "save the world" kind of person.

Left without any sort of guidance as to what she would do, Seraphine decided to leave her master's hidden sanctuary of magical knowledge and experimentation, and left to travel the world, until such time that her master returns and resumes his mentoring over her.

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor: None. While the world out there may be dangerous, her skills in the field of magic would prove to be enough tools at her disposal.

Items & Personal Belongings:

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Mana Burst Regulator - A small magical item forged by a legendary mage. It allows Seraphine to control her magical outbursts.

Bag of Holding - A small pouch that contains Seraphine's magical necessities - components, spellcasting focuses and the like. She's currently seeking an alternative for this, probably a pocket dimension.

Raven's Arcana VIP Pass - A strange looking metallic card that depicts the symbol of a store called "The Raven's Arcana". There are ineligible scribbles on the back, which upon several time of casting the Identify spell, would reveal that it allows the wielder to obtain freebies and discount from the said shop. There's also a small, tentacle-riddled skull stamp on the edge.

Skills & Abilities:

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Magic Prodigy - She has high prowess with regards to any magic-related info and history, and is steadily growing as she continues to pursue her study of magic and sharpen her mind. This includes various magic-related lore such as learning ancient tongue for ancient spells, knowing magical creatures, etc. There may be some things she doesn't know as of the moment, but give her enough time, and that limit would be surpassed before one would even expect it.

Trickster - More cunning than the usual street rat, Seraphine's tricks aren't so easily beat. Trying to outsmart her is a feat that even geniuses would have a hard time to pull off, as one of her former mentors would say.

Magic Affinity - Her inborn affinity for magic has made her develop a knack for learning and mastering magic faster than the common mage, as well as being able to sense the presence of magic quicker than most.

Spells & Magic:

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"Glorious Magi-Science!" - The legendary mage's teaching has been engraved into Seraphine's memory, she knows them by every letter. This allows her access to a plethora of spells from different fields of magic, but most importantly, grants her overwhelming expertise on transmutation magic and the field of alchemy. If she would return to the proud magic academies of the world, she could very easily pass off as an archmage.

Mana Burst - By tapping into her ancestral blood, Seraphine can experience a sudden surge of magical power. Her spells become more potent and she would be able to bypass the regular limits of spellcasting. Unfortunately, she can only do such for a short period of time, and would use up a lot of her stamina, even causing her to go unconscious after using such an ability.

Weaknesses:

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Mortality - Strange as it may be, the Anzyrieth as just as mortal as a regular human. She can die of injury, sickness, and natural causes.

Magic Reliance - Seraphine's focus on magic has left her physical fighting capabilities rather underwhelming. Without magic, she's more or less just another ordinary girl.

FLUFF
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Racial Info:

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The Anzyrieth - An old race, originally descending from the first ever formless being, who adapted and morphed its body based on its environment. The Anzyrieth carried on the trait of its ancestors as they adapted and propagated through time, until the only thing that would distinguish them from the ordinary man is their eyes - which are always of a shade of red, though often varying. But that isn't what made them unique, rather it is their ability to tap into the deepest roots of magic, allowing them near unparalleled arcane power, with the downside of it being uncontrollable - often times causing the demise of most of their kin.

How would an Anzyrieth recognize its kin then, one would wonder? The answer is quite simple - they don't. The Anzyrieth can only be identified through a very ancient type of scrying magic, and some other taboo means which would require their blood.

 

[June Verles]

• Basic Information
• Physical
• Fluff

• BASIC INFORMATION
  Name: Sir. Mann I. Fuchalot
  Aliases: He doesn't go by aliases
  Age: 42 years and 0 months
  Gender: Crusader
  Race: Knight
  Sexuality: Taking the holy land
  
  Backstory: Sir. Mann I. Fuchalot wasn't always a bastion of god and a selfless protector of the faith, no before that he was a young child going by the name of Stan Hillsbury. As someone growing in the american south there wasn't a lot mythology so he attached himself to the stories of legendary knights going on adventures and saving the princess. However the reality of life hit him soon, as he realized that his mother was also his 3rd cousin by separation somehow. The only escape from this reality was going to the shooting range after school.
  
  As he became a adult he got his dream job, at a local gun company where he would assemble guns and then test them. Then tragedy struck again, as he was assembling a gun he accidentally slipped on a pistol on the ground that was spray painted yellow only to trip into a 3 inch nail with his forehead, damaging his frontal lobe.
  
  But it also came as a blessing, as when he recovered from the penetration induced coma he was not Stan Hillsbury anymore, no he was Sir. Mann I. Fuchalot. He immediately escaped the intensive care hospital and got knighted by the Mardi Gras queen. However there were people who would oppose him, sticking him in a prison they covered up as a "psyachritic care unit". Luckily under the cover of knightfall he escaped into this world after being hit the magical transporter truck.
  
  
• PHYSICAL
  Appearance:
  
  
  Weapons & Armor:
  
  • Chainmail and sword he stole from a guard probably killed by bandits.
  • A Templar helmet he wore before he got transported here, to hide the massive hole in his head which makes him very self conscious
  • A surcoat he made himself
  • A magical A&K M249 PARA with endless ammo that he commissioned with the money he also got off the guard.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  
  • A knight only needs his faith
  
  Skills & Abilities:
  
  • Can shoot a full mag with almost 30% accuracy while inebriated.
  Spells & Magic:
  
  • None that shit's witchcraft boy
  Weaknesses:
  
  • What kind of knight has weaknesses?
  
  
• FLUFF (Optional)
  Hobbies: Purging heretics, rescuing damsels
  Quote\s: "I don't know chief, that looks like straight up heresy to me."
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