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Name: Nokyx
Age: Currently fifteen, claims he has stopped aging.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Elementalist
Appearance: A teenager wearing mage's robes. Brown hair, green eyes. "Now, I'm fairly certain that the spell didn't actually work and has made me believe I'm a lich... but on the other hand, I can't rule out the possibility."
Outfit: Wears black runecloth robes with orange accents, imbibed with ancient characters and symbols of the dark god Dolon.
Personality: A rather bored, snarky individual. He likes to talk to himself as he walks around, pondering the nature of the universe and whether or not those eastern guerillas are still following him. He has been known to have violent outbursts, and likes to make opiates to counteract this.
Backstory: Nokyx is the child of a dark sorcerer who had gotten a bit too attached to the young maiden he had captured. One day, his mother was out around lunchtime and his dad was too busy doing something in his lab to make some chicken nuggets. Nokyx went to bother his dad and subsequently stumbled into a magic circle. The circle didn't work properly, convincing the boy that he had been transformed into a lich! Due to his increased intelligence (placebo? O_O) and lack of familial bonds, he bade his parents goodbye and set out for Jizzytown. A place for idiots and failures! It would be easy to conquer!
Likes: Skeletons (undead company in general), subservience, and himself.
Dislikes: More experienced casters critiquing him, people trying to kill him, and cremation.
Fears: People finding out what his 'phylactery' is (a magical Rubik's Cube. It doesn't hold his soul or do anything unusual, but he insists it's an oracular device), and being vastly under appreciated by the universe.
Major Flaw: Nokyx is a narcissistic, borderline psychopathic person. He is quick to put others down based on lack of intelligence or their voicing of opinions contrary to his. Teamwork with him would be difficult, if not impossible. Also, he doesn't think he's just a regular human, and currently has nothing to defend himself with except a nearly-used undead creation staff. He should really get that crossbow...
Magic and Body Area (please put N/A in front of the below if you don´t have any of that type of magic/stats)
Chant Spells: (edit this as your character gains them, if they can)
Skill Magic: (up to four)
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Items:
Staff of Create Undead (one charge left)
Magic Rubik's Cube.
Theme: (optional)
Quote: "It's Occam's Shuriken. When the answer is elusive, never rule out ninjas."
Relationships: "The dog kid? Yeah, I suppose he could be worse. He could be nibbling at my cloak like those overgrown rats in the alleys. Seriously, screw dogs."
Other: (optional)
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DEVOURER OF MEN
Age: 10,000
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon
Appearance:
Outfit: Culdranth is covered with a coat of hard, white-gray scales. His belly is crusted with bits of treasure, suck in between his scales. Sure, it was Smaug's thing, but you can't really help it when your bed is a pile of gold. He's not an overly large dragon, but he'd curl nicely around the royal family's biggest castle.
Personality: The Devourer of Men has a rather apathetic attitude toward life. It's common among dragons, of course. Being nigh-invincible has that effect on people.
Backstory: Culdranth, from a young age, has terrorized villages for miles around. Countless warriors, adventurers, witchers, dwarf/hobbit parties, etc. etc. have attempted to track him down and kill him. It should be noted that not a single mortal has escaped his den, save charred bones, PTSD-ridden princesses, and the occasional lucky fellow who levelled his Charisma.
Likes: Treasure (obviously), cowardly kings with beautiful daughters, sleep.
Dislikes: Challengers (really obvious), being woken up, whiny princesses.
Fears: Being tricked by a clever adventurer and killed, growing old.
Major Flaw: While he pays the wretched hive of scum and villainy no mind, Culdranth is exceptionally prideful, and likes to boast about himself.
Racial Magic: Fire Breath
Items:
Various things among his hoard. He swallowed a certain purple crystal whilst drinking from a stream, shortly after which his flames took on their purple hues...
Extra Area
Quote: "*yawn* Princess, I'm in a bit of a dilemma. It's been a while since I've had Elf, but I really wanted to get a good million coins for a pillow, so I can't kill you... Could you spare an arm?"
Age: Currently fifteen, claims he has stopped aging.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Elementalist
Appearance: A teenager wearing mage's robes. Brown hair, green eyes. "Now, I'm fairly certain that the spell didn't actually work and has made me believe I'm a lich... but on the other hand, I can't rule out the possibility."
Outfit: Wears black runecloth robes with orange accents, imbibed with ancient characters and symbols of the dark god Dolon.
Personality: A rather bored, snarky individual. He likes to talk to himself as he walks around, pondering the nature of the universe and whether or not those eastern guerillas are still following him. He has been known to have violent outbursts, and likes to make opiates to counteract this.
Backstory: Nokyx is the child of a dark sorcerer who had gotten a bit too attached to the young maiden he had captured. One day, his mother was out around lunchtime and his dad was too busy doing something in his lab to make some chicken nuggets. Nokyx went to bother his dad and subsequently stumbled into a magic circle. The circle didn't work properly, convincing the boy that he had been transformed into a lich! Due to his increased intelligence (placebo? O_O) and lack of familial bonds, he bade his parents goodbye and set out for Jizzytown. A place for idiots and failures! It would be easy to conquer!
Likes: Skeletons (undead company in general), subservience, and himself.
Dislikes: More experienced casters critiquing him, people trying to kill him, and cremation.
Fears: People finding out what his 'phylactery' is (a magical Rubik's Cube. It doesn't hold his soul or do anything unusual, but he insists it's an oracular device), and being vastly under appreciated by the universe.
Major Flaw: Nokyx is a narcissistic, borderline psychopathic person. He is quick to put others down based on lack of intelligence or their voicing of opinions contrary to his. Teamwork with him would be difficult, if not impossible. Also, he doesn't think he's just a regular human, and currently has nothing to defend himself with except a nearly-used undead creation staff. He should really get that crossbow...
Magic and Body Area (please put N/A in front of the below if you don´t have any of that type of magic/stats)
Chant Spells: (edit this as your character gains them, if they can)
Skill Magic: (up to four)
-
-
-
-
Items:
Staff of Create Undead (one charge left)
Magic Rubik's Cube.
Theme: (optional)
Quote: "It's Occam's Shuriken. When the answer is elusive, never rule out ninjas."
Relationships: "The dog kid? Yeah, I suppose he could be worse. He could be nibbling at my cloak like those overgrown rats in the alleys. Seriously, screw dogs."
Other: (optional)
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DEVOURER OF MEN
Age: 10,000
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon
Appearance:
Outfit: Culdranth is covered with a coat of hard, white-gray scales. His belly is crusted with bits of treasure, suck in between his scales. Sure, it was Smaug's thing, but you can't really help it when your bed is a pile of gold. He's not an overly large dragon, but he'd curl nicely around the royal family's biggest castle.
Personality: The Devourer of Men has a rather apathetic attitude toward life. It's common among dragons, of course. Being nigh-invincible has that effect on people.
Backstory: Culdranth, from a young age, has terrorized villages for miles around. Countless warriors, adventurers, witchers, dwarf/hobbit parties, etc. etc. have attempted to track him down and kill him. It should be noted that not a single mortal has escaped his den, save charred bones, PTSD-ridden princesses, and the occasional lucky fellow who levelled his Charisma.
Likes: Treasure (obviously), cowardly kings with beautiful daughters, sleep.
Dislikes: Challengers (really obvious), being woken up, whiny princesses.
Fears: Being tricked by a clever adventurer and killed, growing old.
Major Flaw: While he pays the wretched hive of scum and villainy no mind, Culdranth is exceptionally prideful, and likes to boast about himself.
Racial Magic: Fire Breath
Items:
Various things among his hoard. He swallowed a certain purple crystal whilst drinking from a stream, shortly after which his flames took on their purple hues...
Extra Area
Quote: "*yawn* Princess, I'm in a bit of a dilemma. It's been a while since I've had Elf, but I really wanted to get a good million coins for a pillow, so I can't kill you... Could you spare an arm?"
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